So, my eastcoastlips free stickers are on the way! Can't wait! No, it's not porn, get your mind out of the gutter! I know who you are!
Monday, October 27, 2003
Saturday, October 25, 2003
I need money! I'm setting up a paypal on here for anybody who feels sorry enough for me to donate portions of thier hard earned paychecks to me. How pathetic would I have to be to have you onboard as a major contributor? No matter who you are I can be pathetic enough for you! I can do it, I know I can! I have faith in my ability to create sympathy in your heart for the down trodden, beerless, and social-event challenged! Donations will be accepted soon!
I look into the cafeteria as i walk on by,
I shake my head and sorta wonder why
They buy that coffee from the big brown urn
Tim Hortons traitor's - will they never learn!
They fall asleep in the middle of calls
For 98 cents, it should have some balls
A little more kick, I need a lil more buzz
Tim Hortons is my crack, it's sent from above
Your body is creating and killing 15 million red blood cells per second! That's not to mention your depleting braincells!
So, when did it all get so wierd? Seems like I'm waking up from a dream that didn't even begin properly. The longest week of my life, working close to doubles since monday, averaging 4.75 hours of sleep may have something to do with the state of mind, or lack there of. It's been a fuzzy few days, going by in a blur with only a few standout performances etched into permanent memory, the rest falling by the wayside into what has become known as "routine". I CAN live like this, but for how long? I keep thinking, "one more day, then I can sleep". But the one day comes and goes so quickly, there dosent seem to be a need to sleep, until the very next day when it becomes apparent that, due to lack of sleep, I was not thinking clearly when I came to the decision that I really didn't need a few extra hours of shuteye. This seems to be cyclical, every day, every week of every month, ya can guess where this is going. Seems like I'd miss something if I slept, but I won't remember what ever I give up the rest for because I'm so tired. So, maybe it's just got wierd for me, everyone else seems normal.
Maybe if I get off the coffee. Say, is that a electrical storm cloud overhead?
Here's some cool short science fiction stories, nice site, put together well and no pop ups Strange Horizons
I look into the cafeteria as i walk on by,
I shake my head and sorta wonder why
They buy that coffee from the big brown urn
Tim Hortons traitor's - will they never learn!
They fall asleep in the middle of calls
For 98 cents, it should have some balls
A little more kick, I need a lil more buzz
Tim Hortons is my crack, it's sent from above
Your body is creating and killing 15 million red blood cells per second! That's not to mention your depleting braincells!
So, when did it all get so wierd? Seems like I'm waking up from a dream that didn't even begin properly. The longest week of my life, working close to doubles since monday, averaging 4.75 hours of sleep may have something to do with the state of mind, or lack there of. It's been a fuzzy few days, going by in a blur with only a few standout performances etched into permanent memory, the rest falling by the wayside into what has become known as "routine". I CAN live like this, but for how long? I keep thinking, "one more day, then I can sleep". But the one day comes and goes so quickly, there dosent seem to be a need to sleep, until the very next day when it becomes apparent that, due to lack of sleep, I was not thinking clearly when I came to the decision that I really didn't need a few extra hours of shuteye. This seems to be cyclical, every day, every week of every month, ya can guess where this is going. Seems like I'd miss something if I slept, but I won't remember what ever I give up the rest for because I'm so tired. So, maybe it's just got wierd for me, everyone else seems normal.
Maybe if I get off the coffee. Say, is that a electrical storm cloud overhead?
Here's some cool short science fiction stories, nice site, put together well and no pop ups Strange Horizons
Thursday, October 23, 2003
Sometimes I hate my job! There are those among us who always hate thier jobs, but me, only sometimes do i loathe speaking with anybody at all on the phone. After much reflection and soul searching I have come to the conclusion that it boils down to me just hating the majority of the American people, thier attitude's and IQ's being the worst and lowest on the planet. What makes these people believe that for $240 / year not only do the have a right to technical support, but can demand a certain LEVEL of support. What else does $240 / year buy you?? Examples:
1. Cosanco Enterprises now offers a Maintenance & Service Agreement that will fit everyone's budget. Basic Plan - $240 per year (plan covers all labor on 1 PC) - no Internet Service Included!
2. Netsprout.com MONTHLY CONTRACT: $20.00 per month - only $240 per year buys you the MILD PLAN! (bottom of the barrel at netsprout) 1 FREE Domain Name/ Maximum Domains: 1/ Disk space: 25 MB/ Traffic: 500 MB/month/ Pop Email Accounts: 5 !! Not a mention of ISP service's or Tech Support there at all!
3. Biz123 One Year Directory Listing & Promotion $240 per year (BC Shopping Guide)
- An introductory page with a photo/image
- List your detailed business information up to 500 characters
- Link to your existing website to get more traffic
- One coupon promotion listing for one year
Company I work for - Jody- one piece of soul and a good long poke at his hole - $20/month. Oh ya, and they throw in some isp shit and some tech support too! And that is still is not enough to keep the ignorant flag-waving, gun-totin, 56 average IQ american public satisfied!!
Gotta stop now, change the subject or I'll end up running amuck!
Christmas is close at hand, yes I know it's still October and we haven't even seen Halloween yet, but look at the calander. There is only four more paydays til Christmas! 4 (for those who don't spell so well) paychecks til Christmas, which I can't stand anyway, but now I have to worry about money to get through this "merry" time of the year. My parents are family orientated, and in spite of, or because of this I am not. Christmas just seems to be right up there on that list, the most family of family orientated holidays we have to endure. I'd rather sleep!
Had a conversation last night or early this morning that contained the phrase, "gang of ruffians"! There's a first for everything I guess. This person is not in thier 60's or 70's as you would expect, and was not trying to seem wise before her time. It just slipped out! That's the scary part! What other phrases of y'ore are hiding in her subconcious? Maybe there is a possibilty that you or I may use such terms someday, and bring an uncomfortable silence to the conversation we are having at the time. I hope it happens to you first!
1. Cosanco Enterprises now offers a Maintenance & Service Agreement that will fit everyone's budget. Basic Plan - $240 per year (plan covers all labor on 1 PC) - no Internet Service Included!
2. Netsprout.com MONTHLY CONTRACT: $20.00 per month - only $240 per year buys you the MILD PLAN! (bottom of the barrel at netsprout) 1 FREE Domain Name/ Maximum Domains: 1/ Disk space: 25 MB/ Traffic: 500 MB/month/ Pop Email Accounts: 5 !! Not a mention of ISP service's or Tech Support there at all!
3. Biz123 One Year Directory Listing & Promotion $240 per year (BC Shopping Guide)
- An introductory page with a photo/image
- List your detailed business information up to 500 characters
- Link to your existing website to get more traffic
- One coupon promotion listing for one year
Company I work for - Jody- one piece of soul and a good long poke at his hole - $20/month. Oh ya, and they throw in some isp shit and some tech support too! And that is still is not enough to keep the ignorant flag-waving, gun-totin, 56 average IQ american public satisfied!!
Gotta stop now, change the subject or I'll end up running amuck!
Christmas is close at hand, yes I know it's still October and we haven't even seen Halloween yet, but look at the calander. There is only four more paydays til Christmas! 4 (for those who don't spell so well) paychecks til Christmas, which I can't stand anyway, but now I have to worry about money to get through this "merry" time of the year. My parents are family orientated, and in spite of, or because of this I am not. Christmas just seems to be right up there on that list, the most family of family orientated holidays we have to endure. I'd rather sleep!
Had a conversation last night or early this morning that contained the phrase, "gang of ruffians"! There's a first for everything I guess. This person is not in thier 60's or 70's as you would expect, and was not trying to seem wise before her time. It just slipped out! That's the scary part! What other phrases of y'ore are hiding in her subconcious? Maybe there is a possibilty that you or I may use such terms someday, and bring an uncomfortable silence to the conversation we are having at the time. I hope it happens to you first!
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
I've come to realize I don't belong here, I belong in a time long past or far into the future in a galaxy far far away. Fighting the latest threat to the New Republic, the hideous Yuzhan Vong, nasty creatures who reward themselves with self-mutilation and torture their enemies only to hear the very basic emotions of terror and pain.
These usurpers of the democratic and peaceful way of life the New Republic has come to represent must be stopped at any cost, ANY cost.
They've already killed one of Leia's kids and maybe a second, one of the twins, and are gunning for the female twin now as we speak! If only I could be there, armed with turbo-blasters, and vibra-blades, slashing through the thick air of Borealis in a beat up blastboat, an everyday guy turned swashbuckling hero in the face of extreme adversity! Well, I'm not cool enough to pull off that Jedi shit, but who among us is?
Oh, the times we'd have hurtling through vast nothingness, landing in strange cities on even stranger planets, with wierd customs and shady people lurking beyond every corner, ready to blast a hole in your back for a few lousy credits, or rat you out to the Peace Brigade to save thier own worthless multicolored skins.
I'm sure they could use a guy like me in thier effort to drive the invaders back to what ever home world they came from. And I'd be just the guy to go. I can do hero guy shit, I know I can, I just don't have the chance here on this boring little blue rock, which incidentally is falling to fuckin pieces and could use some wise Jedi mediation right about now. I gotta go get back to my book. Wish real life was that interesting.
These usurpers of the democratic and peaceful way of life the New Republic has come to represent must be stopped at any cost, ANY cost.
They've already killed one of Leia's kids and maybe a second, one of the twins, and are gunning for the female twin now as we speak! If only I could be there, armed with turbo-blasters, and vibra-blades, slashing through the thick air of Borealis in a beat up blastboat, an everyday guy turned swashbuckling hero in the face of extreme adversity! Well, I'm not cool enough to pull off that Jedi shit, but who among us is?
Oh, the times we'd have hurtling through vast nothingness, landing in strange cities on even stranger planets, with wierd customs and shady people lurking beyond every corner, ready to blast a hole in your back for a few lousy credits, or rat you out to the Peace Brigade to save thier own worthless multicolored skins.
I'm sure they could use a guy like me in thier effort to drive the invaders back to what ever home world they came from. And I'd be just the guy to go. I can do hero guy shit, I know I can, I just don't have the chance here on this boring little blue rock, which incidentally is falling to fuckin pieces and could use some wise Jedi mediation right about now. I gotta go get back to my book. Wish real life was that interesting.
Monday, October 20, 2003
My bloggy has a first name
It's skinnylickingood
My bloggy has no second name
Although I think it should
I will always use my blogger
and use it every day,
and if you ask me why I'll say
My Skinnylickin blogger page is Skinnylickingood OK!
If I had horns, I'd definately be into scrimshaw. My horns wouldn't be boring old cow or devil horns, but decorative, more like antique fireplace tool handles, pokers and shakers and such! Carved to eye pleasing designs my horns would be the talk of the town! Oh, they would stare but not because of the freak factor anymore! Now all the uncontrolled gawking would be due to thier increduality of knowing the tables had turned. Not only do I have the upper hand in any toe to toe action, with the possibility of a genuine goring always hovering around, but now my tools of death are also handsomely carved to resemble an ornate powder horn, or an old smoking pipe! They would be jealous and I would laugh!! HAHAHAHAHA !! I think horns would be so cool!
It's skinnylickingood
My bloggy has no second name
Although I think it should
I will always use my blogger
and use it every day,
and if you ask me why I'll say
My Skinnylickin blogger page is Skinnylickingood OK!
If I had horns, I'd definately be into scrimshaw. My horns wouldn't be boring old cow or devil horns, but decorative, more like antique fireplace tool handles, pokers and shakers and such! Carved to eye pleasing designs my horns would be the talk of the town! Oh, they would stare but not because of the freak factor anymore! Now all the uncontrolled gawking would be due to thier increduality of knowing the tables had turned. Not only do I have the upper hand in any toe to toe action, with the possibility of a genuine goring always hovering around, but now my tools of death are also handsomely carved to resemble an ornate powder horn, or an old smoking pipe! They would be jealous and I would laugh!! HAHAHAHAHA !! I think horns would be so cool!
Saturday, October 18, 2003
So time off is approved, no work on Sunday, woo hooo! Never has the word "approved" looked so good on a puter monitor.....sleep, sleep.
Never have I spent so much time typing and editing before I joined the elite society of blog-happy bloggers. I play guitar, so my left hand is fine, the digits are used to moving around alot, but the right hand feels like CTS is kicking in, as it tries to play catch up with the dominate appendage. Strange how I'm right handed, but the left hand turns out to be the more articulate and the stronger of the 2 paws.
My right hand may have CarpalTunnel
My left hand is fast and strong
My one eyed friend is partial to one
Not very often is he wrong
these are all safe for work
Check out this site, it's pretty wierd, Bitney Look Alike
And this is made to just kill hours and hours of free time Online Spirograph
Necrophilia in the Animal Kingdom Dead Duck
Did they really have to pass this law?? Uncle Stupid!
Ya just have to look at this, it's like trying to pass a car crash with your eyes on the road -> 15 minutes of fame
This is definetaly grounds from a lawsuit! malpractice?
Never have I spent so much time typing and editing before I joined the elite society of blog-happy bloggers. I play guitar, so my left hand is fine, the digits are used to moving around alot, but the right hand feels like CTS is kicking in, as it tries to play catch up with the dominate appendage. Strange how I'm right handed, but the left hand turns out to be the more articulate and the stronger of the 2 paws.
My right hand may have CarpalTunnel
My left hand is fast and strong
My one eyed friend is partial to one
Not very often is he wrong
these are all safe for work
Check out this site, it's pretty wierd, Bitney Look Alike
And this is made to just kill hours and hours of free time Online Spirograph
Necrophilia in the Animal Kingdom Dead Duck
Did they really have to pass this law?? Uncle Stupid!
Ya just have to look at this, it's like trying to pass a car crash with your eyes on the road -> 15 minutes of fame
This is definetaly grounds from a lawsuit! malpractice?
Friday, October 17, 2003
Friday, Fryday, Fryeday! No matter how you spell it, it sounds good. Just another day in a week of 7 has become synonymous with the end of the work week, a time to let loose, have a coupla drinks with friends, get away from the primetime brain drain of network T.V and experience a little slice of life on the semi-wild side. Say the word Friday to people and it brings back fond memories of underage drinking, inexperienced fumbling, and puking up three days worth of food onto your shoes and pants and maybe even your friends or your bed. Those were the days when Friday ruled. No other day is as powerfully embedded into the pshyce of the high-school teen then Friday. Oh those were the days indeed.
Friday is the sixth day of the week. The name is derived from the Germanic Frigga the name of the Norse god Odin's wife. Frigga is considered to be the mother of all, and the goddess who presides over marriage. The name means loving or beloved. The corresponding Latin name is Dies Veneris, a day dedicated to Venus, the goddess of love. And on Friday, in high-school, thats what is was all about. Gettin some!
Of course my Friday is Monday, so i must drink draught with the bartender after ladies darts clears out of the rundown and running-downer local bar in my hometown, whilst watching the recap from the days sporting events sometimes catching a live west coast production if we're lucky. Not too bad really! My Friday is Monday, so when I go out on Friday (my Tuesday) everyone else who is out gets to sleep in, not me, I have to go to work the very next day, Saturday (my wednesday). Still with me here? Does the fact that I have to work the next day change the fact that just like some kind-a-freaky ass deminsional jetlag, I know in my heart it's still FRIDAY, but can do very little about the fact that I must work. When we worked it Northern B.C, it was 7 days a week for 2 1/2 months in the woods in the middle of nowhere, 3 1/2 hours from the nearest pavement, let alone a restaurant or a bar, but did that ease the fact that I knew it was Friday and should be doing something about it, no! Thats why Saturdays were Steak & Shrimp for supper, to get ya over the "not doing fuck all fridaynite blues". Ya think I'd love Saturday night's too. I got more tail from the Shrimp on Saturday then I've ever gotten anywhere on Friday. But no.
Friday is King,
Friday is God,
and today is Friday,
so put down your blog
Get out of your basements
and cubicles too
If it's not your weekend
no one knows it but you
Drink lots of Whiskey
or Drink lots of beer,
got 16 long hours
till you'll be back here
Stickin of booze
and hung to the nuts
waiting on VTO
saying "interday sucks"
Have a "short" weekend
in the middle of the week
Enjoy the real Friday
The true king of the week
All Blogged out for now!!
Friday is the sixth day of the week. The name is derived from the Germanic Frigga the name of the Norse god Odin's wife. Frigga is considered to be the mother of all, and the goddess who presides over marriage. The name means loving or beloved. The corresponding Latin name is Dies Veneris, a day dedicated to Venus, the goddess of love. And on Friday, in high-school, thats what is was all about. Gettin some!
Of course my Friday is Monday, so i must drink draught with the bartender after ladies darts clears out of the rundown and running-downer local bar in my hometown, whilst watching the recap from the days sporting events sometimes catching a live west coast production if we're lucky. Not too bad really! My Friday is Monday, so when I go out on Friday (my Tuesday) everyone else who is out gets to sleep in, not me, I have to go to work the very next day, Saturday (my wednesday). Still with me here? Does the fact that I have to work the next day change the fact that just like some kind-a-freaky ass deminsional jetlag, I know in my heart it's still FRIDAY, but can do very little about the fact that I must work. When we worked it Northern B.C, it was 7 days a week for 2 1/2 months in the woods in the middle of nowhere, 3 1/2 hours from the nearest pavement, let alone a restaurant or a bar, but did that ease the fact that I knew it was Friday and should be doing something about it, no! Thats why Saturdays were Steak & Shrimp for supper, to get ya over the "not doing fuck all fridaynite blues". Ya think I'd love Saturday night's too. I got more tail from the Shrimp on Saturday then I've ever gotten anywhere on Friday. But no.
Friday is King,
Friday is God,
and today is Friday,
so put down your blog
Get out of your basements
and cubicles too
If it's not your weekend
no one knows it but you
Drink lots of Whiskey
or Drink lots of beer,
got 16 long hours
till you'll be back here
Stickin of booze
and hung to the nuts
waiting on VTO
saying "interday sucks"
Have a "short" weekend
in the middle of the week
Enjoy the real Friday
The true king of the week
All Blogged out for now!!
Thursday, October 16, 2003
Episode 3 of When Bloggers get Attacked had to be post poned due to fidgetty fingers, subconciously unavoidable blogblocking, and literally no desire to be placed in such an "open season" position causing the symptoms of post-blogging stress syndrome to render the blog happy blogger a jittery lump of caffiene deprived (depraved?) nonblog nonhappy nonblogger! That said lets continue with this little tidbit.
Jennifer ..... she likes to sing that song
Saying.........my teeth are green and long
check out these guys American Free Press lots of smoking lone gun men there. Lone gunmen?? hmmmmm Lone............gun..........MEN???hmmmmmmmm
and for some truth try Michael Moore. He's got some good stories to tell.
Jennifer ..... she likes to sing that song
Saying.........my teeth are green and long
check out these guys American Free Press lots of smoking lone gun men there. Lone gunmen?? hmmmmm Lone............gun..........MEN???hmmmmmmmm
and for some truth try Michael Moore. He's got some good stories to tell.
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
It keeps tickin away, soon I'll be back in that god forsaken seat, staring at the puter screen and saying, "NO, RIGHT CLICK ON MSNSETUP.EXE!!!" Everytime I think about this I get a minor anxiety attack, but I can get past that.
Days off were uneventful, and the last one is zipping by way too fast for my liking. I like to get stuff done but i don't like to do anything, so that makes it hard to feel like anything at all has been accomplished and my time time off was not a waste, when in all actuallity it really was. Oh well, maybe next week I do something!
Days off were uneventful, and the last one is zipping by way too fast for my liking. I like to get stuff done but i don't like to do anything, so that makes it hard to feel like anything at all has been accomplished and my time time off was not a waste, when in all actuallity it really was. Oh well, maybe next week I do something!
Monday, October 13, 2003
My the time is draggin by isn't it? If time flies when your having fun, then it damn well stands still in this place! I actually think that time, in this building at least, does some kinda drunkin gimpy cha cha! It just flew from 12p-2:30p, last hour and a half feel like 2 fuckin days!
This is not the job for a person who does not like to repeat themselves! Computers are NOT for everyone, and No, just because you call me, I will not pretend that we are at the same level of intellect, or that I feel sorry for you because you are stupid! I will not pretend that it is not your own fault that you are calling me! Tell me, do stupid people do everything slower??
A&W for lunch, feel like dying now. Wanna lay down and sleep, but I'm at work, so I have to sit up and sleep, oh well, it's all sleep.
This is not the job for a person who does not like to repeat themselves! Computers are NOT for everyone, and No, just because you call me, I will not pretend that we are at the same level of intellect, or that I feel sorry for you because you are stupid! I will not pretend that it is not your own fault that you are calling me! Tell me, do stupid people do everything slower??
A&W for lunch, feel like dying now. Wanna lay down and sleep, but I'm at work, so I have to sit up and sleep, oh well, it's all sleep.
I think I'd eat the ass out of a Subway employee today, just to get a pizzioli sandwich to wash it down with! ....or maybe I'll just buy one. Ya.
I see stupid people!! Can they see me? Well the coffee's all gone, just got through my moment of silence for that one. It'll be a bad 2 hours til i can get more coffee, coming down is hard, feels like ya lost your best friend, and that's just the beginning! Longer that 2 hours, internal core body temp. rises by 5-9 degrees, face is flushed and heart beat is up to 140 beats a minute as I try to wring every last drop of caffiene outta my system to keep that buzz. Once that shit is in your bones man, it's like heroine. Worse even! People don't do heroine at they're desks while at work, or in the car, or across the room, look, see someone just raised a brown paper cup. How can I kick this fuckin monkey off my back if I have to look at you with a cup of creamy brown speed? I mean coffee!
Well, we're apparently still cleaning up after the hurricaine. Birch St., minitown, Nova Scotia, 3 1/2 hours away from any friggin damage but it comes up in conversations about everything! Only 2 people died! Thats sad but 'caines roll through the south with the frequency of a woman's period during the spring, summer and fall and hundreds die every year! South Carolina is no more than 18 hours away by car, yet the topic of a SC death toll dosent come up at childrens birthday parties does it?
I see stupid people!! Can they see me? Well the coffee's all gone, just got through my moment of silence for that one. It'll be a bad 2 hours til i can get more coffee, coming down is hard, feels like ya lost your best friend, and that's just the beginning! Longer that 2 hours, internal core body temp. rises by 5-9 degrees, face is flushed and heart beat is up to 140 beats a minute as I try to wring every last drop of caffiene outta my system to keep that buzz. Once that shit is in your bones man, it's like heroine. Worse even! People don't do heroine at they're desks while at work, or in the car, or across the room, look, see someone just raised a brown paper cup. How can I kick this fuckin monkey off my back if I have to look at you with a cup of creamy brown speed? I mean coffee!
Well, we're apparently still cleaning up after the hurricaine. Birch St., minitown, Nova Scotia, 3 1/2 hours away from any friggin damage but it comes up in conversations about everything! Only 2 people died! Thats sad but 'caines roll through the south with the frequency of a woman's period during the spring, summer and fall and hundreds die every year! South Carolina is no more than 18 hours away by car, yet the topic of a SC death toll dosent come up at childrens birthday parties does it?
Sunday, October 12, 2003
My best friend has but one eye
He was born that way, I don't know why
If he had two, I might be a freak
In some sideshow paid to let you peek
He's almost as skinny as a garden snake
He sometimes spits if i give him a shake
He has his own mind and all on his own
He can turn from quite floppy, almost to stone
Don't feel bad for my friend with one eye
He likes to come out and he's certainly not shy
He makes lotsa friends, but one thing you will find
He's not one for hanging with his own kind
My one eyed best friend is always around
He has good and bad days, he's up and he's down
Sometimes he is lazy, but sometimes he's pushy
He gets quite upset if you call him a pussy
He dosent complain, dosent say much at all
If he dosen't lay down, he stands straight and tall
I know without him I probably would die
I really love my best friend with one eye
He was born that way, I don't know why
If he had two, I might be a freak
In some sideshow paid to let you peek
He's almost as skinny as a garden snake
He sometimes spits if i give him a shake
He has his own mind and all on his own
He can turn from quite floppy, almost to stone
Don't feel bad for my friend with one eye
He likes to come out and he's certainly not shy
He makes lotsa friends, but one thing you will find
He's not one for hanging with his own kind
My one eyed best friend is always around
He has good and bad days, he's up and he's down
Sometimes he is lazy, but sometimes he's pushy
He gets quite upset if you call him a pussy
He dosent complain, dosent say much at all
If he dosen't lay down, he stands straight and tall
I know without him I probably would die
I really love my best friend with one eye
Saturday, October 11, 2003
Well I'm back for more sensless blog loggin!
Day # 3 in the Beardless-man chronicles!
Strange looks today from a lot of people, thought it was the lack of facial hair til i realized I had .....never mind!
I've been trying to find a template that suits me and my personality. I think the content would offend way too many people and be illegal in most states and 1 or 2 provinces, maybe a little to graphic (sexually) for some viewers, but I'm gonna keep on lookin! Some of the plates I've found were almost cool enough, but would need some serious editting and i really don't have the time for that today, maybe tommorrow.
So two hydrogen atoms walk into a bar, one says to the other "I've lost my electron!" the other says "are ya sure?" he says "ya, I'm positive!"
All Blogged out for now
skinnylickingood
Day # 3 in the Beardless-man chronicles!
Strange looks today from a lot of people, thought it was the lack of facial hair til i realized I had .....never mind!
I've been trying to find a template that suits me and my personality. I think the content would offend way too many people and be illegal in most states and 1 or 2 provinces, maybe a little to graphic (sexually) for some viewers, but I'm gonna keep on lookin! Some of the plates I've found were almost cool enough, but would need some serious editting and i really don't have the time for that today, maybe tommorrow.
So two hydrogen atoms walk into a bar, one says to the other "I've lost my electron!" the other says "are ya sure?" he says "ya, I'm positive!"
All Blogged out for now
skinnylickingood
Friday, October 10, 2003
I'd never realized just how big my nose is til I shaved, beardless is still strange and oddly smooth on day 2, but refreshing in a "who the hell is that guy in the mirror" kinda way.
I could pull off the name "Quintin". I think I'm cool enough to work that one. I've seen the cabin on the mountain side adjacent the swift running mountain stream, the sexy nymphet who turns out to be a little more scary than the testosterone would allow you to discover until it's too late and the giant fish hook, oh sweet jesus the giant fish hook has to play a part here somewhere.
Was someone screaming in my semi-bad dream? Thats the way it seemed to me, but it woke my up quicker then ever leading me to suspect I may have been screaming in my sleep. I'll have to ask around and see if anyone else heard it. It wasn't all that scary, I've seen fish hooks before, and new it was a dream, and there's been more frightening things before my eyes than body parts washing upon the shore of a salmon stream, so probably no scream. It must have been the lambs again.
Well speaking of Quintin, gonna try and see "Kill Bill" ttonigh, if we can get tix, right after I get my passport pics. I was thinking about going to Korea to teach, but the other day at work I was told I was no longer allowed to look at a chess board while speaking with customers evn though i know 90% of what could possibly go wrong (nobodyknows 100%) and how to fix them, and I have a 3 day move limit, (not like I'm in the middle of a half life tornament and can't rip my eyes away from it) Well this just struck me as the most ludicris notion and worthy of sending me over the edge and out of the country to look for something better. Christ for the work we do, we are the most unappreciated technicians in this industry, and I can't play chess for 10 bones. Bite my hole!
Ever wonder how 13 minutes of a corny Friends episode could be more important than the last out of game 2 - BOS@NY?? Me too! But apparently thats the way it has been written, because thats the way it turned out last night. Enjoy the repeat, mine was live.
All blogged out for now,
Skinnylickingood
I could pull off the name "Quintin". I think I'm cool enough to work that one. I've seen the cabin on the mountain side adjacent the swift running mountain stream, the sexy nymphet who turns out to be a little more scary than the testosterone would allow you to discover until it's too late and the giant fish hook, oh sweet jesus the giant fish hook has to play a part here somewhere.
Was someone screaming in my semi-bad dream? Thats the way it seemed to me, but it woke my up quicker then ever leading me to suspect I may have been screaming in my sleep. I'll have to ask around and see if anyone else heard it. It wasn't all that scary, I've seen fish hooks before, and new it was a dream, and there's been more frightening things before my eyes than body parts washing upon the shore of a salmon stream, so probably no scream. It must have been the lambs again.
Well speaking of Quintin, gonna try and see "Kill Bill" ttonigh, if we can get tix, right after I get my passport pics. I was thinking about going to Korea to teach, but the other day at work I was told I was no longer allowed to look at a chess board while speaking with customers evn though i know 90% of what could possibly go wrong (nobodyknows 100%) and how to fix them, and I have a 3 day move limit, (not like I'm in the middle of a half life tornament and can't rip my eyes away from it) Well this just struck me as the most ludicris notion and worthy of sending me over the edge and out of the country to look for something better. Christ for the work we do, we are the most unappreciated technicians in this industry, and I can't play chess for 10 bones. Bite my hole!
Ever wonder how 13 minutes of a corny Friends episode could be more important than the last out of game 2 - BOS@NY?? Me too! But apparently thats the way it has been written, because thats the way it turned out last night. Enjoy the repeat, mine was live.
All blogged out for now,
Skinnylickingood
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Well that was quick, this blog thingy is making me thirsty!
Shaved my face today and was so surprised by how carnivorus I became with that chicken thigh, always careful with the big goatee not to get any bird on it, or it on bird. Never knew how good food could taste when ya can dive in head first and throw caution to the wind. Perhaps the afore mention chicken feast was such a delight solely because there were no holds barred in my envigored consumption? That will take a moment of deep thought. Will i dive clean shavenly head first into the pussy now? Will it taste even remotely better than it did in the past? Could it? Did it? Will it? hmmmm Well one thing i am sure of is i don't know, and now that my mug is hairless I'll have to get in there and give it a good ol go before making up my mind for sure.
It'd did not make the coffee taste any better but then again how could it! cannot improve on perfection now can you?
25 more minutes of bloggin left til I get to go home and finally feel "not so bad" about not reachin the thumb. Off tommorow by the grace of Interday! Bow before the awsome power of the Scedualing??( how the hell do ya spell that one?) department!! The Gods have Smiled upon me and in they're infinite wisdom have granted me a day offf with pay! My pay of course, but it's still one of the little things that gets ya to the next work day, if not smiling, then at least with a very neutral expresion on your face. What more can be asked for in these topsy turvey times? Maybe a life time supply of D'addario's (custom lite's of course) and more RAM, ya can never have enough RAM!
Paystubs is the word of the day! Find the word of the day! It's coming soon to a supervisor's desk near you! Catch the buzz, get your paystub!
14 Minutes left, this is easier than i though! I figured I may have to resort to posting my grade 4 poetry offerings for lack any thing else to fill this spot, but I think Chris (monkeyboy) was right.... I CAN DO THIS!! I CAN BLOG!!! It's kinda draining though, I may have to pace myself til I build up a blog muscle, or CTS as it's better known to the lay person, then the excruciating pain of typing (and of course masterbation) would be more than enough to fill these pages with blog after blog after whiny blog. But there's the C22 right there, the very thing to blog about prevents us from bloggin to our full potential, and there fore is in the end a detriment to the blog as a whole. Some thing to think about there....that one might just keep my up all night in deep contemplation. (might!)
6 minutes til go time, can he do it, can he blog for another 6 minutes and not run outta things to blog?
no, he can't do it, it's all over now and the blog ---- call ----damn - 5 minutes to go and now this!
Blah blah blah blog blog blog, more tech support, right click left click, "click yes or cancel?" "Whadda you think after 15 minutes of troubleshooting we're gonna "cancel"??" There's some good bloggin, tech support stories....always something good to read there. But not tonight, maybe another time.
20 minutes later still here and not signed in yet, 45 minutes later and done I love ME!
Blogged out for now!!!
Shaved my face today and was so surprised by how carnivorus I became with that chicken thigh, always careful with the big goatee not to get any bird on it, or it on bird. Never knew how good food could taste when ya can dive in head first and throw caution to the wind. Perhaps the afore mention chicken feast was such a delight solely because there were no holds barred in my envigored consumption? That will take a moment of deep thought. Will i dive clean shavenly head first into the pussy now? Will it taste even remotely better than it did in the past? Could it? Did it? Will it? hmmmm Well one thing i am sure of is i don't know, and now that my mug is hairless I'll have to get in there and give it a good ol go before making up my mind for sure.
It'd did not make the coffee taste any better but then again how could it! cannot improve on perfection now can you?
25 more minutes of bloggin left til I get to go home and finally feel "not so bad" about not reachin the thumb. Off tommorow by the grace of Interday! Bow before the awsome power of the Scedualing??( how the hell do ya spell that one?) department!! The Gods have Smiled upon me and in they're infinite wisdom have granted me a day offf with pay! My pay of course, but it's still one of the little things that gets ya to the next work day, if not smiling, then at least with a very neutral expresion on your face. What more can be asked for in these topsy turvey times? Maybe a life time supply of D'addario's (custom lite's of course) and more RAM, ya can never have enough RAM!
Paystubs is the word of the day! Find the word of the day! It's coming soon to a supervisor's desk near you! Catch the buzz, get your paystub!
14 Minutes left, this is easier than i though! I figured I may have to resort to posting my grade 4 poetry offerings for lack any thing else to fill this spot, but I think Chris (monkeyboy) was right.... I CAN DO THIS!! I CAN BLOG!!! It's kinda draining though, I may have to pace myself til I build up a blog muscle, or CTS as it's better known to the lay person, then the excruciating pain of typing (and of course masterbation) would be more than enough to fill these pages with blog after blog after whiny blog. But there's the C22 right there, the very thing to blog about prevents us from bloggin to our full potential, and there fore is in the end a detriment to the blog as a whole. Some thing to think about there....that one might just keep my up all night in deep contemplation. (might!)
6 minutes til go time, can he do it, can he blog for another 6 minutes and not run outta things to blog?
no, he can't do it, it's all over now and the blog ---- call ----damn - 5 minutes to go and now this!
Blah blah blah blog blog blog, more tech support, right click left click, "click yes or cancel?" "Whadda you think after 15 minutes of troubleshooting we're gonna "cancel"??" There's some good bloggin, tech support stories....always something good to read there. But not tonight, maybe another time.
20 minutes later still here and not signed in yet, 45 minutes later and done I love ME!
Blogged out for now!!!
So my girlfriend assures me that the average penis size of the caucasian male has been blown outta proportion and that the 5.6" measurment said to be average is much longer than it should be, possibly to coax men into buying into penis enlargement schemes. She assures me that 3.2" is just fine and I have nothing at all to worry about.
Thats good to know, I was told it's all about the thumb but just couldn't reach my thumb to find out what it was all about!
For supper today, the juiciest chicken pieces ever to be had by one so unworthy of the holiest highs of the battered and deep fried. Sobey's can be spelled mmmmmmm! I think I'd eat dick if it was deep fried, well maybe not but but i'd play with it for a while for sure!
Coffee just happens to flow from the nipple of the almighty mother, this is not just some uneducated guess. Others have attested to this fact, as we're standing in line pissing out the last drops of moisture that can be wrung from the dehydrated and caffiene fired urinary tracts of premiddle aged brown-paper-cup addicts. 2 or 3 a day is minimal, 5 or 6 and then I start doing and saying things completely out of character, and I'm alot more personable and easy to get along with, AND it's legal! I get high as a kite on this elixer produced locally and picked up for $1.50 in loose change, while I'm in my car! Yet pot is illegal, go figure.
Well thats all for now, talk at ya later!
Skinnylickingood!
Thats good to know, I was told it's all about the thumb but just couldn't reach my thumb to find out what it was all about!
For supper today, the juiciest chicken pieces ever to be had by one so unworthy of the holiest highs of the battered and deep fried. Sobey's can be spelled mmmmmmm! I think I'd eat dick if it was deep fried, well maybe not but but i'd play with it for a while for sure!
Coffee just happens to flow from the nipple of the almighty mother, this is not just some uneducated guess. Others have attested to this fact, as we're standing in line pissing out the last drops of moisture that can be wrung from the dehydrated and caffiene fired urinary tracts of premiddle aged brown-paper-cup addicts. 2 or 3 a day is minimal, 5 or 6 and then I start doing and saying things completely out of character, and I'm alot more personable and easy to get along with, AND it's legal! I get high as a kite on this elixer produced locally and picked up for $1.50 in loose change, while I'm in my car! Yet pot is illegal, go figure.
Well thats all for now, talk at ya later!
Skinnylickingood!
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