Update - March 30, 2001
What did I do yesterday? Well, I woke up with a painfully sore throat, headache, and runny nose, slept through three classes, miserably failed a classics test, and was up until four AM. That's what I did yesterday. Toady I went to the pharmacy and got charged $36.59 for a higher dosage of the same allergy medication I've been taking. As you can imagine, I'm not in the best of moods.
This will likely be the last update of the month, unless I come up with something great to say tomorrow. Next time I do update, I'll move all these updates to another page so the front page will be realatively free of clutter.
If you're wondering why I haven't added anything to the site, it's because I'm fucking lazy. Maybe April will see a change in this behavior, but I somehow doubt it.
Update - March 27, 2001
They say fact is stranger than fiction, and I'm inclined to agree. Take, for instance, a current news story. A couple adopts two full grown prison inmates and keeps their huge mastiffs in their urban apartment for them. One of the mastiffs mauls a woman to death in the hall outside her apartment, and now all four of the humans are under investigation. One of the prisoners claims he has nude pictures of his adopted mother, the police have a warrant that includes looking for any pictures that have to do with bestiality, and the dead woman was a lesbian. You can't make this shit up, boys and girls. Stuff like this just has to happen on its own.
By the way, if I was fond of an illegal deviant sexual practice, I sure as hell wouldn't base my religion on it.
Update - March 25, 2001
William Hanna, easily among the most influential cartoonists of our time and co-creator of some of the most recognizable cartoons around, died last week. He will be missed.
Well, I'm back at school, sitting in my cramped dorm room listening to Offspring on my computer speakers. The month is almost over, which means I'm going to clear these updates and put them somewhere else, so I can junk up the front page with new updates. The good part, however, is that now I'm back, I will be updating more often. Well, I suppose it depends on your definition of "good," but I don't think anyone likes reading the same text over and over again...
I finally buckled to popular pressure (actually there was no pressure) and added a guestbook. You can sign it or see what others have written, or you can ignore it completely. It's pretty much up to you.
Update - March 20, 2001
Quite frankly, I'm amazed, and you should be too. Even though it's Spring Break, I've managed to drag myself away from the TV long enough to update. Not only update, but write a completely new Not Rant and post it up here for your little eyes to see. It's not easy though. I prefer to cool my heels at home, insted of in my filthy, squallid dorm room, but I'm really missing that T1 connection. Especially since I only have a 56k here. You heard me, 56k. I admit it, I'm one of the Internet lepers, hiding away from the rest of the world because me horrible connection speed might infect others. This is for the good of the world that I avoid you all...
Yeah, thinking about getting a guestbook. I dunno if anyone would bother signing it, and it would just make the site look more amatuer then it aready does...but what the hell, the only live twice (or so it seems). Heh, betcha didn't get that joke I just made. Philistines.
Update - March 18, 2001
And you thought people on the Internet were stupid. Recently, a man in Oklahoma City lead police on a high speed chase after hijacking a beer truck. Forget about an armored car full of money, he stole himself some beer! Now this guy's a criminal mastermind. Of course, someone who is such a dumbass tht he steals a beer truck can be assumed to have poor driving skills, and, after totalling a police cruiser, this moron careened into a building. At this time he decided to abandon his dreams of owning a beer truck, but since the police hadn't smashed their cars like an idiot, they caught him almost immediately. Now that's comedy.
I'm on Spring Break! Finally. I really needed a break from school. Being in class three hours a day or less is really hard work. I've changed the section name to Not Rants, and I should have a new one before the week is out.
Update - March 13, 2001
I'm nineteen years old, and I have never seen, in all my years, something as hideously annoying as my suitemates. So annoying are they, in fact, that they have prompted me to write an essay on them entitled "The Dumbasses That Are Our Suitemates." You'll find it under the new section called I Don't Know What To Call This.
I updated so soon because the last two updates contained no new material. I felt kind of guilty about that, so I wrote up my little essay when I should have been reading The Odyssey. You owe me, bitches.
Update - March 12, 2001
A short while ago, as in a few minutes, I decided I desired to listen to The Baby Elephant Walk, and so I double-clicked on my .mp3 and began listening. My roommate, the dumbass that he is, took it upon himself to play No Dancing by Elvis Costello and turned it up so loud that I could no longer hear my precious Baby Elephant Walk. My roommate, obviously, is an idiot. No band, in the history of time, takes precedence over The Baby Elephant Walk. Not Elvis, not The Beatles, and certainly NOT Elvis Costello. After all, this is the song baby elephants walk to, and what could be cuter than that? A lesson must be taught.
Sorry about the lack of new material. I was playing EverQuest all weekend and thus did no work in regard to this site. It won't be long before I have something new up, so take heart.
Update - March 9, 2001
Some people have dreams in which they have sex with beautiful women. I have dreams in which I almost have sex with fairly attractive women. Take this dream I just had for example. I (apparently) had a girlfriend who looked just like the red-headed chick from That 70s Show (go figure) and we were about to hit it. She had a collection of cassette tapes explaining various sexual positions, and if this were not enough, they were all in Spanish. I don't even speak Spanish, so I don't know why I dreamed about the language. Anyway, after she made fun of my ignorance of various slang terms (which I think she just made up) for various positions, we decided to get down to business. We were undressed and about to actually provide a GOOD sex dream for once, when who should arrive at her door but the Mob, played by an all-star cast including Arnold Schwarzenegger and David Lettterman. The Mob was there to kidnap her, but then decided not to, I guess, and she said she was tired and I had to leave. I've never had a problem with organized crime before, but when the Mob keeps me from getting laid, I think we should have some stricter law enforcement.
Update - March 7, 2001
Another update! And so soon. You people are lucky indeed. I've (obviously) put the update section in a different place, so you can see what I've added as soon as you get here. I'm so damn nice. I've added another Horrible Site, and when I get back from lunch I plan on adding another Fun With AIM prank. I have plans for a new section that is basically me bitching about stuff, but due to the fact no one cares I may or may not add that in.
Update - March 5, 2001
This is the first update I've done for the site. It is today that I am submitting the site to various search engines, despite the fact that it is far from finished. I will be working on it over the next few weeks until I get tired and refuse to do anything with it for another few weeks, then I will suddenly decide I need to update. Just expect that, ok? If you need to email me you can use this address. Send me anything you want, be it fan mail or hate mail. I really don't give a damn as long as I get some proof that people read the site. I may even put in a guestbook if I ever decide to figure out how.
What did I do yesterday? Well, I woke up with a painfully sore throat, headache, and runny nose, slept through three classes, miserably failed a classics test, and was up until four AM. That's what I did yesterday. Toady I went to the pharmacy and got charged $36.59 for a higher dosage of the same allergy medication I've been taking. As you can imagine, I'm not in the best of moods.
This will likely be the last update of the month, unless I come up with something great to say tomorrow. Next time I do update, I'll move all these updates to another page so the front page will be realatively free of clutter.
If you're wondering why I haven't added anything to the site, it's because I'm fucking lazy. Maybe April will see a change in this behavior, but I somehow doubt it.
Update - March 27, 2001
They say fact is stranger than fiction, and I'm inclined to agree. Take, for instance, a current news story. A couple adopts two full grown prison inmates and keeps their huge mastiffs in their urban apartment for them. One of the mastiffs mauls a woman to death in the hall outside her apartment, and now all four of the humans are under investigation. One of the prisoners claims he has nude pictures of his adopted mother, the police have a warrant that includes looking for any pictures that have to do with bestiality, and the dead woman was a lesbian. You can't make this shit up, boys and girls. Stuff like this just has to happen on its own.
By the way, if I was fond of an illegal deviant sexual practice, I sure as hell wouldn't base my religion on it.
Update - March 25, 2001
William Hanna, easily among the most influential cartoonists of our time and co-creator of some of the most recognizable cartoons around, died last week. He will be missed.
Well, I'm back at school, sitting in my cramped dorm room listening to Offspring on my computer speakers. The month is almost over, which means I'm going to clear these updates and put them somewhere else, so I can junk up the front page with new updates. The good part, however, is that now I'm back, I will be updating more often. Well, I suppose it depends on your definition of "good," but I don't think anyone likes reading the same text over and over again...
I finally buckled to popular pressure (actually there was no pressure) and added a guestbook. You can sign it or see what others have written, or you can ignore it completely. It's pretty much up to you.
Update - March 20, 2001
Quite frankly, I'm amazed, and you should be too. Even though it's Spring Break, I've managed to drag myself away from the TV long enough to update. Not only update, but write a completely new Not Rant and post it up here for your little eyes to see. It's not easy though. I prefer to cool my heels at home, insted of in my filthy, squallid dorm room, but I'm really missing that T1 connection. Especially since I only have a 56k here. You heard me, 56k. I admit it, I'm one of the Internet lepers, hiding away from the rest of the world because me horrible connection speed might infect others. This is for the good of the world that I avoid you all...
Yeah, thinking about getting a guestbook. I dunno if anyone would bother signing it, and it would just make the site look more amatuer then it aready does...but what the hell, the only live twice (or so it seems). Heh, betcha didn't get that joke I just made. Philistines.
Update - March 18, 2001
And you thought people on the Internet were stupid. Recently, a man in Oklahoma City lead police on a high speed chase after hijacking a beer truck. Forget about an armored car full of money, he stole himself some beer! Now this guy's a criminal mastermind. Of course, someone who is such a dumbass tht he steals a beer truck can be assumed to have poor driving skills, and, after totalling a police cruiser, this moron careened into a building. At this time he decided to abandon his dreams of owning a beer truck, but since the police hadn't smashed their cars like an idiot, they caught him almost immediately. Now that's comedy.
I'm on Spring Break! Finally. I really needed a break from school. Being in class three hours a day or less is really hard work. I've changed the section name to Not Rants, and I should have a new one before the week is out.
Update - March 13, 2001
I'm nineteen years old, and I have never seen, in all my years, something as hideously annoying as my suitemates. So annoying are they, in fact, that they have prompted me to write an essay on them entitled "The Dumbasses That Are Our Suitemates." You'll find it under the new section called I Don't Know What To Call This.
I updated so soon because the last two updates contained no new material. I felt kind of guilty about that, so I wrote up my little essay when I should have been reading The Odyssey. You owe me, bitches.
Update - March 12, 2001
A short while ago, as in a few minutes, I decided I desired to listen to The Baby Elephant Walk, and so I double-clicked on my .mp3 and began listening. My roommate, the dumbass that he is, took it upon himself to play No Dancing by Elvis Costello and turned it up so loud that I could no longer hear my precious Baby Elephant Walk. My roommate, obviously, is an idiot. No band, in the history of time, takes precedence over The Baby Elephant Walk. Not Elvis, not The Beatles, and certainly NOT Elvis Costello. After all, this is the song baby elephants walk to, and what could be cuter than that? A lesson must be taught.
Sorry about the lack of new material. I was playing EverQuest all weekend and thus did no work in regard to this site. It won't be long before I have something new up, so take heart.
Update - March 9, 2001
Some people have dreams in which they have sex with beautiful women. I have dreams in which I almost have sex with fairly attractive women. Take this dream I just had for example. I (apparently) had a girlfriend who looked just like the red-headed chick from That 70s Show (go figure) and we were about to hit it. She had a collection of cassette tapes explaining various sexual positions, and if this were not enough, they were all in Spanish. I don't even speak Spanish, so I don't know why I dreamed about the language. Anyway, after she made fun of my ignorance of various slang terms (which I think she just made up) for various positions, we decided to get down to business. We were undressed and about to actually provide a GOOD sex dream for once, when who should arrive at her door but the Mob, played by an all-star cast including Arnold Schwarzenegger and David Lettterman. The Mob was there to kidnap her, but then decided not to, I guess, and she said she was tired and I had to leave. I've never had a problem with organized crime before, but when the Mob keeps me from getting laid, I think we should have some stricter law enforcement.
Update - March 7, 2001
Another update! And so soon. You people are lucky indeed. I've (obviously) put the update section in a different place, so you can see what I've added as soon as you get here. I'm so damn nice. I've added another Horrible Site, and when I get back from lunch I plan on adding another Fun With AIM prank. I have plans for a new section that is basically me bitching about stuff, but due to the fact no one cares I may or may not add that in.
Update - March 5, 2001
This is the first update I've done for the site. It is today that I am submitting the site to various search engines, despite the fact that it is far from finished. I will be working on it over the next few weeks until I get tired and refuse to do anything with it for another few weeks, then I will suddenly decide I need to update. Just expect that, ok? If you need to email me you can use this address. Send me anything you want, be it fan mail or hate mail. I really don't give a damn as long as I get some proof that people read the site. I may even put in a guestbook if I ever decide to figure out how.