December 1, 2000

Fig did supply me wif a column, then Zach followed suit, Jereme, well, as I stated below, he's Jereme, go figure. That's neither a good or bad thing I don't think, it merely is.

Click on Fig's name to read his poem for Bethany, click on Zach's name to read his thoughts from 10 years ago that he rediscovered. You can read what Jereme typed on may 9th of this year if you'd like, it's still a decent read I would venture to say.

December 2, 2000

An addendum, I have updated my archives, including a page for October and the November stuff being placed on the main archive page. Enjoy, or not.

December 17, 2000

It is 1:22 am as I start typing this, and I am awake, it's all your fucking fault, whomever you may be.

I have nothing terribly great to type about tonight, but I haven't updated for some time due to various reasons- that whole leaving school thing may have something to do with it, who knows.

One comment that has been spurred on by my recent experiences at work is the following: (granted, this may seem like common sense, and it is, but bear with me) In the last 3 days, in the 20 or so hours I've been at work in that time, literally 20 or more different people have come up to me saying they need a new mouse. Yes, I do mean the little thing that moves the pointer and has the button you click, I don't work in a pet store assface. Anyway, the thing is this, every mouse that has been sold in recent memory comes with a little explanation on how to clean your mouse and why, yet it seems the majority of people don't realize this, and when their mouse reacts oddly to motion, oops, it's time to buy a new one. It is funny to see all of the really snooty pains in the ass come in and have had their computer for a few months and need a new mouse. I get to tell them point blank that they're dirty, and yes, I say that, I say "ma'am/sir, there's nothing wrong with your mouse, you're dirty, you need to clean your mouse more often because of how disgustingly filthy your living conditions are." Who cares if it wasn't an exact quote, close enough, but as I was saying- these same difficult-for-the-sake-of-being-difficult whores(as I like to call them) are the people who will bring in an ad from sunday on saturday(the last day of the ad) looking for something that was 200 bucks and free after instant rebates, then they get pissed because we are out. The particularly belligerent sons of bitches take it further, citing state law in order to convince the store I work at to bend over and take it in the ass for them to get what was advertised. There is a point to that association- everybody and their asian grandfather named Ping whose only english is "mahvewus"(marvelous- butchered) knows the consumer protection act, yet can't be bothered to read their manual and save some of that money they try so hard to bilk everyone who isn't them out of. If something's free, people will fight to the death for it, but if it means they don't have to spend money to replace something, they can't be bothered. I hate you, if you are one of these people. If you have ever said to me, "my mouse doesn't work, the cursor is jumpy when you move across the screen," I have your name, address, phone number, and next of kin written down along with the date you told me that. You see, you've been marked for sterilization, unless you already have a family, in which case I will wipe your bloodline out, so as to keep your gene pool from spreading. When I come into power as what I will refer to as "Yo fucking daddy," and the world bows down to my demands of the end of the ignorant, you will be the 2nd group to go. Notice I didn't say the end of ignorance, just the end of the ignorant people, that should take care of you, and you know who you are. You'd better start praying to whatever god you believe in, or grab a textbook and learn something practical, because there is a special hell for the stupid- there are a few people surrounding you in an intelligent conversation- about something that's common sense or common knowledge and you are reminded by the fact that you have no clue what they're talking about(The Cat in the Hat actually- really heady stuff- at least, it's way over your head) for the rest of eternity.

Oh, and if you were wondering, the 1st group of people I have marked for deletion is the French, I fucking hate the French. If you're French, I don't care, I hate you. If you're not, you're fine in my book, unless you speak French or are a sympathizer, in which case you too, must go.

Ideally, a little while after christmas, this page will take on a little different look, as I am going to break down and buy a book on the program I use to produce "dis bitch," so it won't look quite so second rate. Unfortunately for you that means nothing, as there is no you, you don't exist, but for those people who do exist, you may enjoy it.

Side note- "Satellite" by Dave Matthews Band is a horrible fucking song. Let me qualify that statement- Satellite is the lyrical rape of "After Her" which was also done by Dave, and "After Her" as you should know, is a wonderful song. Get on napster if you have it, download the song, you'll see what I mean when you directly compare the two.

Continued side note- It's crazy- I'm thinking, just as long as you're around and here I'll be dancing on the ground. Am I right side up or upside down? To each other we'll be facing. By love we'll beat back the pain we've found. You know I mean to tell you all the things I've been thinking, deep inside my friend- each moment, the more I love you. So much you have given love that I would give you back again and again, meaning I'll hold you but please please let me always.

another more fun side note- I used to absolutely love both of those songs, but due to extenuating circumstances surrounding their use on two separate occasions, I like them each less than I once did.

I realized something the other day, that when not hounded by annoyances, I am an abnormally pleasant person, and I must to change that. I don't want to be annoyed, but I do not wish any good mood I am in to rub off on others, it's not fair, they didn't do anything to deserve kindness, especially not from me.

Ron Artest reaffirmed his status as your daddy tonight, Ron Mercer had been making a case for it, but Artest ripped shit up tonight, with 3 straight dunks in under 12 seconds, 2 of those on Theo Ratliff.

Nobody has any columns, so it's only this stuff you already read this time. I do recommend a trip through my archives though, if you've missed anything, there is some interesting stuff in there still. Just click on the big image that says archives at the bottom of this page or here.

An addendum as of 2:39 am.

I have added a new wallpaper, I took off "plad" for now, and this orange thing I did will be there until I decide I hate it or somebody bitches. See the thumbnail below or click here.

I have this creeping suspicion that things here are not as they seem.