The next day after that, though, was pretty bizarre. So now the guy and his cousins knew I was gay, and they're pretty religious from what I hear, so I was just going to have to deal with them knowing and not make such a big issue out of it. Everything was cool in that respect, I guess. The sucky thing was that the other manager of the pool is the guy's cousin as well, and he was going on some float trip that night. When I get home from work that night I hear that he had rolled his jeep and had it come back and land on his left leg, thus breaking it. Not only that, but it came down in such a way that it caused his leg to bend the opposite way which also caused his foot to become stuck in the steering wheel. He was trapped under the jeep for 45 minutes. Thankfully he's okay, and it could have been worse, but it still sucks a whole lot and he'll probably have to go through a lot of rehab to even have moderate leg-workingness.

The last thing is still concerning work and the fact that probably still more people don't know I'm gay. The afore-mentioned guy (not "can't read" guy) who was making kissy faces at me is still doing odd things like that, so he's either really odd and crazy and doesn't know I'm gay or he's just an asshole. I'm going for the odd and crazy reason myself. This isn't really me bitching about anything in particular this time, just the fact that it's funny how he came up to the front with the newest guy magazine and was going to take this quiz to see if he was a Casanova. I'm getting to be pretty non-caring about any of the things this guy does because it is pretty funny and it allows me to stop being so sensitive to the way people can be. Well, I decide that I wanna take the quiz too, so we both take the quiz and whadayaknow? I'm a chick magnet! So's he actually. He scored one more point than I did. We both gave each other high fives and were pretty stoked about it all. I have to find this funny, because doesn't being gay and being a chick magnet just go hand in hand?? (sarcasm btw) It was great telling the people at work who 'do' know I'm gay that I was in fact a chick magnet. They'd give me odd looks and repeat back to me, "chick magnet", and we'd all just kind of chuckle and gafaw. Maybe we just chuckled, who really knows. I'm a chick magnet damnit so don't you dare tell me I'm wrong when I say we just chuckled and there was no gafawing of any kind!! I'm glad we're clear on that. So yeah... oh, I'm also pretty pissed that my brother is just damned strange. I know, I know.. if you've been reading any of our website you know that my brother is strange. But the thing is, since he got me this job at the pool we've been sort of closer lately. The strange thing is that we're 'still' not close, and probably never will be. It's great to see "can't read guy" and his cousins all be really close and family oriented and all have a great time with each other, or this other cashier girl and her brother be almost best friends, but damnit! I think I'm just freaking jealous or something. No matter how hard I try, I really don't think I'll ever be "friends" with my brother. Sure, we'll be civil to each other and care for one another's well-being because we're related, but it's not as if we're "close". Mayhaps I'm just reading too much into anything or everything and I possibly overanalyze things too much. Hey, weirder things have happened. Man, I hope my new school is going to be okay. I start in 19 days and I really more-so just can't wait till the new ice rink season starts up so I can continue to make a pay check. Well, enough of my ranting. Eric probably would write a rant too, but he's kind of addicted to something at the moment and can't find time to wrench himself away. He also had a birthday somewhere along the lines. We're all so old, GAH!! - chris

"'*I* wouldn't take it seriously if my girlfriend gave me a donkey-sized dildo, would you?'"

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July 20th 2002 - I can't believe how much fun I had at work Thursday. I was working a half day so I got there around 3:30 and the pool was closed because the storm had caused the filter to go out. They were trying to get it fixed, but in the meantime, they were not doing much of anything and just goofing around. I had to stay up front with the money most of the time, but they were playing their own version of whiffleball on the deck with an actual whiffleball and a steal pole. After about two hours, the manager decides we're not going to open at all and we should clock out and asked everyone if they wanted to play whiffleball. Everyone except for me said they'd play. I don't play any sports. I'm pretty bad at them. Well, that is to say that I probably 'would' be bad at them if I actually did play them. The only real experience I have with any sports was middleschool gym class, but I really was horrible back then. So I tell them I'm probably just going to go home, but the other cashier there says to me that I have to stay and play if she was going to be playing, because we could both be horrible players together. I mull it over for a bit and say that I'll just stay and watch, which turned into actually playing right after we walked down to the park where it was completely muddy and wet and swamp-like. The hardest thing to believe about me playing whiffleball with them is that I actually played barefoot, in the mud. The last time I was barefoot, I was coming out of a uterus. Okay, that's not necessarly true. But I once stepped on a bee while walking through the grass barefoot and that kind of taught me the lesson that walking anywhere barefoot is just a bad idea. Turns out that playing barefoot was completely fun, seeing as it really was muddy, and my sandals would have gotten gross if I had played in them. Another shocker is that not only did I play, but I was actually moderately good! I did way better than I thought I would, and I even made a homerun. I almost had two more homeruns but they just missed it enough that it bounced back from the fence and only got me to the bases. I did however manage to not catch a single damned ball that flew my way. All in all it was a really fun time and I was on the winning team the first game, and the losing team the second game. After that, we went and swam in the pool all by ourselves. It was completely great because since the pool was closed, there was nobody there except for all the employees. The pool also got rid of the mud that had managed to splash on all of us during the course of the game. The funniest thing about the entire situation was that all the people who said they were horrible at sports, etc. actually were the best players. The concession manager was the best hitter out of all of us. She was hitting them so far they'd have to run past the designated "homerun area" just to get them.

Sadly, the next night was not as cool as the previous day. My brother's girlfriend's best friend was turning 21, so there was a surprise party for her at one of the park pavillions last night. I was hanging out with Kim last night so I told my brother's girlfriend that I'd try to make an appearance just to say happy birthday, but then I'd have to go on with my original plans. Kim however didn't know 'any' of this and it was a slight surprise when I asked her to come to a birthday party for a little bit. She said okay and didn't think anything of it. Well, we get there and there were already a lot of people at the pavillion. The birthday girl was supposed to be getting there in about 15 minutes and we'd all yell surprise, blah blah blah. As soon as we walk up to the party, it was like I was in a completely different world. When I'm at work, everyone is really friendly and we kind of have to talk to each other because it would be boring otherwise. Here though, it was not so social. I know that I'm not friends with any of these people, but it was still uncomfortable in an odd way. Anyhow, so Kim and I are just sitting on one of the benches where a semi-large group of people I didn't know were sitting and she was telling me about her life since the last two weeks. During the 20 minutes we stayed there, these people I didn't know repeatedly said things like "get off of me, what are you, a fag??" to their friends (you know, because it's funny to do that). And then minutes later some other guy was on the phone and talking to someone and he says "You fucking homo." and he says it like two times and I'm completely uncomfortable being in that surroundings and I feel really bad that I brought Kim there. I know they weren't saying things things directly to me or Kim, but just the fact that we 'are' gay and these things are being said around us doesn't exactly make you feel in a party-type of mood. So I tell my brother's girlfriend that I was going to leave because I really hated everyone there and then I told my brother that I was leaving because I would probably shoot people soon. Then I went and hung out with Kim like normal. I don't know why, but I was really pissed off about going to the party and having that happen. My friends don't say things like that. My friend's friends don't say things like that. I guess I was just a little disappointed that I like to give the world a bit more credit than it deserves and then they prove me wrong. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them. - chris

"I hate those mind-bunnies. They're always fucking with my cheetos!"

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July 16th 2002- Oh yea!? Well would Jesus ride my ass??!?!?! What..you dont know what im talking about? oh..okay! Well lets go back in time!! This is Eric btw. *WINK* Look, its 8 in the morning, and im driving to work, and there is some guy riding my butt on the highway, and this guy is all over me, so i get into the other lane, because i have to anyway, not because im letting him over, so he speeds up before im even in the other lane and floors it, and on his bumper is a WWJD sticker. Would jesus be a bad driver? I dont think so! But maybe he would, he was around long before cars were invented, and i doubt that the son of god needs to use a car or any other mechanical devices to get around. I thought i saw him on one of those razor scooters, but it turned out to be some kid with a light on his helmet. I thought jesus was coming for me!! With revenge in his eyes! Ah what to talk about, im not sure. You want to see a picture of Catherine!? Just scroll on down. Its a picture of her and Matlock, that cad. Or its a leprechaun who looks alot like matlock. Was everyone aware that i recently got my first speeding ticket? No, i dont think i talked about that. But i got my first ticket, (perhaps matlock could help me out with it, if he werent so busy man handling my girlfriend!!) But i was going 71 in a 60, not that fast but the guy still pulled me over. I always go about that much but i guess he figured i needed a ticket. i still havnt called to find out about it though, i need to do that. but anyway, not a big thing. its my first one so its not traumatic or anything. But i was speeding to get to a movie on time, the movie being "the audition" and i regret seeing it now because its insane! its really hard to describe and i really dont wish to describe it. Ah hell, why not! You want to know about the movie? Read on! if you dont, just scroll down. And ignore the horrible stuff im about to say. The movie is a japanese movie, and its about a man, Ayomo ( i believe thats the right spelling) who loses his wife to illness, and raises his son by himself. It fast forwards to about 7 years later and the man is lonely, and wishes for a wife. He works at a movie production company, or is associated with it, and his friend is a producer. His friend decides that they will make up a movie, and hold auditions for the main part, the heroine. That way he can look over a bunch of girls and figure out who he likes the best and hopefully develop some kind of relationship with her. he comes across one girl, Asami, who reminds him alot of his dead wife, and he starts to fall for her. Ah but things arent so easy on the island of japan, as Godzilla has often taught us. it turns out that she is completely insane and evil. you find this out later. But through flashbacks or dream sequences or just a day's filming after staying up all night doing crack, acid and every other concievable narcotic, the director takes the movie and decides to completely get rid of all sense and structure, and proceeds to just try and creep and freak you out. In one scene Asami is sitting on the floor in her apartment, with a large, ominous looking duffle bag in the back ground. Ayomo calls her and the phone keeps ringing, and then all of a sudden the bag roars and rolls around and hits the wall and just stops. Right then and there your only thinking "what the fuck!?" and then it goes on. Ill try and organize all this stuff for those who wish to see the movie and maybe make some sense of it, or if they have and want some, not that i have all that much sense, but this is what i got from it. These are kind of the players and such. Asami was a young ballet dancer, who was a prodigy in dance, but her parents got a divorce and sent her to live with her uncle, who was perverted and insane, and got off on torturing her. I suppose he also raped her, there are some hints to that, i think. But he burns her alot too, she has a few scars on her. Asami told Ayomo and his producer friend that she knew a man at a record company, and worked at a bar called the Stone Fish. After having sex together, Asami leaves Ayomo with no idea of where she went, so he goes looking for her. he finds out that the man at the record company dissapeared about a year ago. he also goes to the stone fish and discovers that it has been closed down after the grisly murder of its owner. The man that lives next to the bar tells Ayomo that when the police reconstructed the massively mutilated body, they came up with an extra tounge and three extra fingers. So then it just gets wierd. (wierder you might say) and then Ayomo goes to the ballet school that Asami attended, and the owner (who i think is her uncle) is very cryptic and strange and laughs alot about nothing. he also has no feet. Then either Ayomo has a dream or something, and is in Asami's apartment (dont ask me how, it just HAPPENS. All of a sudden, he's in there, and he never even knew where it was) and he is seeing Asami as a little girl, being abused by her uncle. he backs away and then trips over the duffle bag, and it starts to open, which is really freaking him out. And out crawls this horribly dirty disgusting man, in a diaper, who has no feet, no tounge, and is missing three fingers. perhaps this is the record executive Asami knew? Then you hear this horribly disgusting sound and you see Asami bent over a sink, and she is throwing up, into a dog bowl, which she gives to the guy to eat and he devours it!!!! You think it cant get any nastier!? YOUR WRONG! It keeps going. But after that Asami comes to him and wants to give him oral sex, and she rips open his pants and tries to get him, and he is trying to get away, and then all of a sudden she is his wife, then she is a lady from his work, then suddenly she is his son's girlfriend. So he gets away i guess and wakes up in the bed that they were in, and it was all a dream. Or was it!? TELL ME BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA! Then somehow it turns out that it wasnt a dream, and that perhaps the dream was a dream, i dont know. And then somehow it shows Asami taking piano wire and chopping off the head of her uncle. But was that after Ayomo talked to him? it doesnt say. Then you see this weird thing going into Ayomo's house and running around and it shows a close up of his brandy bottle. Or some liqour bottle. Ayomo comes home, drinks the liqour, its poisoned, his body goes into paralysis, and Asami comes in, with a nurses uniform on and a medical bag and starts to take out a giant needle and other needles, and starts talking about how pain is the only truth, that words are just lies but pain is honest. Also she keeps saying that he said he would love only her, which he did, but she takes that a bit too seriously as in now she is going to kill every one he loves so that she will be the only one he loves. After putting about a dozen long needles deep into his belly and chest, and then some under neath his eyes, while softly purring "deeper deeper deeper" which sounds like "kitty kitty kitty" she tells him that he will love only her, and that he wont leave her, and she knows how to keep him from leaving her, cutting off his feet. Apparently she likes to cut off people's feet. So she goes on with that, cutting it with a piano wire, getting boundless amounts of joy out of it, she's having a blast doing it, and it shows it too. Blood every where, and then the wire just snaps back as it breaks through the bone. She tosses the one foot aside and proceeds to the next one, when his son comes home. She runs off and hides and he sees his dad there, and freaks out when she comes out from behind him. He starts running and she starts chasing him, up the stairs until he kicks her and she breaks her neck. Then as she is laying there dead, and Ayomo is laying there all Kunta Kinte like, his son is calling the cops and they start repeating diaglouge from earlier in the movie, about how life is beautiful and there is always a good side to life, how things always work out and there should be hope, a very odd context to put it in. Throughout the movie it does everything to confuse you, goes back in flash backs to previous scenes, but they arent the same scenes as in some of the dialouge is the same, but it is changed and there is new dialouge so that new things are discovered and clues are given. Is this the directors way of showing that Ayomo was blind in love and missed out on all the hints to danger and insanity? Was Asami just a predator looking for victims, angry and resentful towards male dominated japanese culture, and towards the abuse she sufffered as a child, and the desctruction of her dream of being a ballet dancer at the hands of a man? And throughout the ending we see Ayomo, and the audience, getting more and more confused by the appearance of un-expected people. Was the woman in his office in love with him? it appeared that way, but Ayomo didn't notice it. Or didnt care. Was the scene in which Asami became his wife, his son's girlfriend, and his co worker about how Ayomo, in looking for a woman to replace his wife, saw women as mass produced objects, that they were't really individuals to him. The things he was looking for were very objectifying. He was looking for accomplishments, obedience, not personality. But Ayomo is presented in such a warm sympathetic way that you care about him and see him as a kind of love lorn puppy, he wants a woman who he can enjoy being with and who would be a good step mother to his son. So that is why his torture and confusion is so uncalled for and unexpected. His actions, having an audition to skim through women, his concern not with personality but whether or not they are trained in anything such as music or arts, and that she is obedient are not exactly chivalrous, but they arent evil either. he was going to propose to Asami, he cared very deeply about his son, and was very respectful to her when they were dating. If he had been a chauvinistic bastard then "maybe" there would be some feminist empowerment in his torture and mutilation, a depowering of the male by a woman, but its just cracked out! Its not feminism, its sadism and evil, and you have no sympathy for Asami. Not that you really should, seeing how she is. See, absolutely none of this is resolved in the movie. It leaves it up to you to think about, but its such a disturbing and wierd movie that you DON'T want to thikn about it after you leave. And as a matter of fact; at the theater i saw it in, its customary of the audience to take their time to leave. It was a midnight showing and quite a few people usually just take their time, they hang out and talk about the movie, the walk slowly to the exit, just enjoying it. This time people got the hell out of there. The absolute second the movie ended almost every seat in the place emptied and there was a dash for the exit. Also, during the movie, at least 10 to 15 people walked out, approximately. Also, one man apparently had heart problems he was so bothered by the film because police and paramedics came in and escorted him out, and were checking his blood pressure and health in the lobby. So anyway, damn this is one hell of a long rant. Most likely ill copy this and put it into a Reviews page, which we should make. I think we will, we will rant about movies or music, shows or whatever we see, and you can check it out. So read it here now while you can!

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July 9th 2002- Its july 9th and its Eric here and he's pist!! Because i was writing a rant, after a very long hiatus, and i did SOMETHING, i dont know what, and it got deleted!! OH THE HUMANITY!!! But i shall try and remember all that i wrote, but like that might be any good because i cant even remember the last time i added anything to the site!! And you cant remember either!! I know you. I dont even think God could remember the last time i added something to the site, but how can i tell if he did since he doesn't return my calls!! I swear, your late to ONE dinner and he starts acting all high and mighty, like he's better than me, like he's GOD or something!! oh wait. But luckily i am on a vacation now, my Contingent of Ninja Girl Scouts have let me off for a bit, so here i am! My contingent of Ninja Girl Scouts. On the Continent of Ninja Girl Scouts. Its not a big continent, and actually its made of nothing but cookies. Thats kind of why they let (made) me take a vacation, i was eating the continent and they needed to replenish it's shores. Speaking of shores (and sores, because there are ports on those shores, and at those ports are sailors) I speak of Carmen San Diego! That world wide thief, that gallivanter of greed and evil deeds, I speak of YOU, Carmen San Diego. Not that you, reading this, are Carmen, but maybe you are. CARMEN! But nonetheless, i found out my girlfriend has a last name!! Its San Diego!! She is Catherine San Diego! I knew my baloney had a first name, and now my girlfriend has a second name! Or a last name, whichever. But its not baloney, Its San Diego!! Wait you knew that. Unless you weren't paying attention, which is what she counts on, when she breaks in to your house or vault, silently as the sleeping breath of a babe, to steal your riches! But i have caught a photo of her, indeed i have! That most elusive of villians, not that I'm calling my girlfriend a villian, merely that is the line of work she is in, but i like to call this photo: "Look What Catherine Caught!!" She looks really cute in that safari hat, and as you noticed, you cant see her face! Neither can I! That is why she is "Catherine San Diego! And she catches cats. And Matlock. And she caught my heart. It jumped out and was running around causing havoc, so she lassoed it with a rope. She's good with a rope. Dont ask me how i know that. Oh wait, i just told you. Damn. Anyway, check out the picture of my Villian/Safari hunter girlfriend Catherine San Diego. And if you want to check out the "original" picture you check it out "here! Is that it? wait...it could be this one. I'll try and get another one up there soon. She's super pretty. Really really pretty. And then you can see for yourself! Your all eyes. By the way, the Red Hot Chili Peppers have come out with a new CD today, called "By the way" and its awesome!! I went last night at midnight to get it, and i listened to it today and love it. There is only one song i really kinda dont like, called Warm Tape. Its not a bad song, just not as good as the other ones on there, and there are some really really good ones. So check it out! I demand it! And the single By the Way, check that out on the radio if you get the chance, or just go buy the CD since its really good and radio never plays good music. God if i hear another Nickle Back song, or wait are they Linkin Back? No wait i think its Hooba Nickle, no, no i SWEAR its that song by Creed Stank, wait its The Nickle Calling. Yea that....damn! No its gotta be by that one band...ah hell, they all sound exactly the same anyway, so why bother giving them names! they should all get numbers, and the numbers should all be the really stupid sucky numbers, because all those bands suck gigantic ass. Thats right. Oh and speaking of stupidity in the music industry, that new will smith song. I havnt heard much of it, but how stupid is it to call it "nod your head"?? Will the theme song for the next men in black movie be called something as asanine as "Blink your eye" or "raise your left thumb?" And supposedly it introduces some new rapper by the name of Pre-Nups. But you know that isnt how he spells his name, it HAS to be something like PReee-Knupps$$. And yet good songs like the new RHCP songs, or grant lee phillips, or Pete Yorn, or the Strokes, or lots of other people dont get played. I have heard a bit of the strokes on one station, so thats good. And they also played the White Stripes (who im seeing in concert tomorrow night!!!!) and the hives are pretty good too. Ah concerts. Gotta love them. Catherine and i went to see Chris Isaak a few weeks ago, and that was really good, alot of fun and a great concert. I had gotten free tickets, and i love Chris Isaak so we went. Andrew wanted to go, and it was really cute because he just wanted to go with us so bad but he couldnt, and then i talked to her on the phone the other night and he got on the phone and was telling me that he had concert tickets and that we were going to go, and i asked him what kind of concert and he didnt say anything, but i asked him if we were going to listen to music and he yelled out "yea!!" all excited. Then Catherine got back on and she told me that the concert tickets were actually business cards, so it was pretty cute. Im going to try and find some kind of concert in the park thing that we can go to and he can go listen to music, he really likes music and likes to dance, so its really cute. Ah the white stripes, i cant wait! I just got ahold of Kim, who wasnt going to go because she didnt have anybody to go with but now that i am going she is going too! and she loves the white stripes, AS DO I!! im all about capitals tonight. YES!!! Ah well, i have some things to scan onto the art page, so check that out!! So im going to say good night. GOOD NIGHT!!!

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July 8th 2002 - I've certainly had the most interesting weekend, among other things. Saturday I went to a party in St. Charles that Kim's girlfriend, Michelle, was throwing. It was a pool party and entirely fun. Kim, Liz, Rachel, Jenny, Jenny's cousin, Michelle, and I just got completely drunk and swam around and it was soo much fun. Then Michelle's preppy St. Charles friends came to the party and, well, it got less fun. This is because Michelle's preppy St. Charles friends don't necessarily like us. They don't know us, and I'm sure they're fine with us, but since we're all from North County they're scared of us and/or think we come from the ghetto. I think that's hilarious because I've lived in North County all my life and don't find it to be particularly scary or ghettoish. But I also have to remember that they all live in St. Charles where black people are really rare to find (according to my sources anyway). I also hate St. Charles because they're really racist and mean. They voted to 'not' have the Metrolink expanded out there because they're afraid of all the black people it would bring to them. Geez they suck. Anyhow, so by this time when the preppy St. Charles friends of Michelle came to the party, Liz, Rachel and I were pretty drunk so we continued to go swimming. But it was more like extreme swimming since we were drunk and crazy. We were having a hilarious time and being really loud and obnoxious because we were "those drunk people in the pool." ;] I feel kind of stupid because of it, but I also don't care what the preppy St. Charles people think, and I'd rather them think of me as "that crazy guy in the pool" than "that guy who didn't really say anything the entire time." =] So, yeah, the party was extremely fun. Then it turned to the darker side. I was particularly drunk and happy and Michelle has two really really big dogs. They're the nicest dogs and just look really friendly. So I decided to give one of the dogs a hug AND... it freaked out completely and turned on me and decided to bite the hell outta my face. After that, Rachel and Kim were freaking out and asking me if I could feel whatever it was that had happened to me and I said no. They made me go to the bathroom where I saw that my nose had a huge hole in it and was flapping open and blood was just kind of pouring out of it like a coffee maker. It's a really really good thing I was drunk because otherwise I think I would have freaked the f-k out!! Instead I was really calm and just kind of said "Oh.. bummer." and toweled the blood off of it. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as it could have been because the dog could have taken my eye out or something. He got just above my left eye and just below it, but not my actual eye, so yay! I was pretty composed until Michelle said I should go to the hospital. That's when I kind of broke down and started crying. Evidently blood pouring out of my nose is fine, but I have this horrid fear of hospitals and I just never want to go, ever. After a bit of crying, they said I didn't need to go to the hospital because it was clotting already and it was probably going to be fine. Then Kim couldn't find something of hers which was pretty important and we figured it was the preppy St. Charles people who stole it, but none of them owned up to it. That made Kim angry (rightfully so) and the party just kind of went down hill. I decided to go home after that and I did. I went to work the next day and people were just completely freaked out about what happened to my face, it does look gross, but it's really not as bad as it sounds. The stupid thing is that a lot of the patrons who were paying to get in the pool were reluctant to actually have contact with me when they were giving me their money. A lot of them simply put the money on the counter and stared at my new wonderful bite marks. People are stupid. The other thing that I've been 'wanting' to rant about for a while but never had the time, is that I've been wearing my pride necklace to work all the time after I got it from Pride Fest. I got a bunch of looks from the people at my work, but mainly they're still talking to me and being cool so it's really awesome. The only reason I wore it was to see if the people at the pool really did suck a whole lot and to see if they'd stop talking to me after knowing for sure that I was gay. They surprisingly have proven me wrong and I couldn't be happier. That's not to say they really don't have reservations about gay people in general since they're all pretty good acquaintances of my brother (who happens to be the manager). They could just be faking it to be nice. But then I have to think that's still good of them because a lot of people wouldn't do that at all and they'd make sure you knew how they felt about you. There is also the other possibility that they're multi-culturally deficient and don't know what a rainbow necklace actually symbolizes, which in that case they just think I'm a colorful person. ;] Ah well, it's still a huge step for me to wear the necklace at the pool because even though I'm "out" to everyone buy my father and most of my relatives and church people, I'm still not comfortable with being "out out" because of my inherant fear of mankinds' wonderful ability to hate people with a passion and violently attack them because they're different. - chris

"I wonder if I shouldn't have just stuck a piece of metal through my nose because the dog, in a sense, did just give me a free piercing."

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July 4th 2002 - Oh, I'm sooooo sorry website. I really didn't mean to neglect you. I completely had so many things to talk about, but I just never got around to it, what with working all the time and sleeping and well, I can't really think of any worth while excuses. I'm a bad person and I'm sorry. Can you ever forgive me? Who knows where Eric is. The last thing he said to me was that he was going to kidnap some girlscouts and force them to create a ninja army to rival and conquer the keebler elves. I haven't heard any news thus far, but I also haven't seen any commercials with keebler elves in them. Hmm.... Oh yeah, happy fourth of .. nah, nevermind, I don't want to celebrate any country that won't let me get married. - chris

"The Iron Chef probably has to be the oddest show I've watched, maybe, this week."

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