well, it's new year's eve. parties are like assholes.

I want to go and "kiss the girls".

Other than google's nice little logo-festivity, I wonder what other parts of the web change for new year's. I'd be willing to bet not many. I like the fact that google changes appearances on the holidays. It reminds you that it's there underneath everything, working full time, indexing it's little ass off.

I paged through their job openings today. Nothing I qualify for. Looks like they're pretty attached to their diplomas over there. I suppose I should finish that off someday. I'm hoping the new benefits (which actually include tuition reimbercement) will help out with that...

oh yeah, remember that raise I was getting? not anymore. I'm getting a fraction of it. (It's still a raise, though any enthusiasm I'd felt for it is now obliterated by the fact that I'm not getting nearly as much.)

yeah, I'm cranky.

every year before christmas, I think to myself, I'll buy some christmas lights for my room as soon as christmas is over, because they're always on sale then!, and every year, when christmas is over, I'm sick of christmas lights.

morning is obnoxious.

blogger has been down and up and hacked and back... I changed my pw, even though I use blogspot. It's interesting to note which sites think something happening to blogger is newsworthy. (ok, I could only find one, and admitedly, it was before I made this post!)

I just discovered blogdex. It's fascinating. Many of the currently "most popular" are things I've seen before, but some not. A simmilar discoverty to The Internet Archive, which has a cheezy name for their coolest feature (The WayBackMachine) which allows you to view webpages as they once were... There is so much there to digest! (but I've found it's often busy.)

This is something I've noticed lately. It used to be that there was always too much science fiction to read. Far too much to get through. Now I still feel that way, (I can think of three or four books scratching holes in the back of my brain--where the 'unread list' hides) but there is a new list too, a "to read/view online" list, and it's been growing steadily as I blog more often. Partly, this list was always there... I mean, there are a hundred thousand script sites, and tutorials that I want to get to, and I have a list of regular news sources that I get too far less regularly than I'd like... but the list has grown... or rather, there are new subsets or something. the "from blogging" category is threatening to take over. I've started to read blogs before bedtime. (a period normally notable for my lack of coherance as I stumble from the livingroom couch to my bed, fumbling at the power button on my PS2 in between.)

Maybe I've just been hungry for a new passion and I'm hoping this will satiate some of that desire. I don't know. I do know I haven't been writing as much, and Laura blames my recent gaming adiction on the fact that work has been stressful. I think she's partly right, but partly I've been bored. I need passion! I need something to get fired up about. Blogging has nothing to do with it, but maybe reading blogs does... maybe not. But maybe, just maybe, blogging will get me interested in the internet again. There was this article on slashdot linking a relatively dumb apnews story about the commericalization of the internet, and just how much of it is owned by corperations, (and fewer corporations than in past years). Strangely, this article just made me thankful for the server space I have, knowing that even though hardly anyone reads it, it's still there... that's the difference between the internet and, say... TV... when corporations took over TV, they pushed out the little guys. with the internet, (sure some toes get squashed) but for the most part the little guys can still be there! The actual article does cite some pretty large toe-squashings though.

how do you find time to blog? I never seem to. I have to snatch it from the edges of my day, fitting it in the cracks unevenly, like poorly matched puzzle pieces.

do you listen to the songs stuck in your head? Hum along? Or do you try and get rid of them, as I do. Sometimes listening to them works, sometimes you have to listen to another annoying song.

I was going to write some stupid little blurb about introspection, and how often I feel like I'm just staring off into space at parties, wondering what I look like to other people, but I decided that's stupid. (not the staring off into space, or even the wondering what other people think of me, but the little blurb about introspection.) Except now that I've mentioned it, the blurb is probably over, and I've done it, stupid or not.

I could spout on about Final Fantasy X. That's what's kept me from sleep all night. It's actualy going to be nine thirty in the AM any minute now, and I haven't slept since about 11:00AM yesterday. Well, I did nod off for about an hour durring this one particularly puzzling part in a temple where I was suppose to move these stones around and open the door... (but the camera angle didn't make it obvious there was a whole staircase I could use... and I didn't figure it out until I made a trip to gamefaqs, and read ahead a bit in one of their walkthroughs.

Dynasty Warriors 3 had almost taken Grand Theft Auto 3's place as my current favorite game. But I have to admit FFX is amazing from an aesthetic standpoint. It's simply beautiful.

I have only one christmas present left to purchase for my family gifts to be complete. I should also try and get something for Laura before tuesday, and if I were really on the ball, I'd have something for a couple of other friends as well. I was thinking about getting her a palm pilot (she has mentioned interest in that area), but that's what I got for my girlfriend last year at christmas, and I think there's something about that situation that's just wrong...

my entire life in blog. I've never wanted fame. Maybe a recognition from peers I admire. An "oh, I know who THAT guy is!" every once in awhile might be cool, but otherwise, who cares who knows you?

I've been cultivating the concept that there are two states of self awareness. (with infinite shades between, of course) The first is an inner understanding of the workings. The details, knowing why you do things, and how you make the decisions you make. The second state is merely being aware of the things as they happen. Suprising yourself at times, living life more fully perhaps, or at least more passionately. Maybe I'm just re-inventing the extrovert/introvert dichotomy, but I don't think so because it seems like a person can be an entirely introverted person and still life life for the experience, and care nothing for the why.

This is of course related to blogging. I ask myself repeatedly why I blog. In fact, I probably ask myself that far more often than I actually do it! I ask the same question of everything I do... and I usually have good answers for myself. (now, as to whether I'm rationalizing, or actually discovering those answers, I'm not sure even I can know.)

At the same time, I've been loosing that sense of wonder when I ask. More often as of late, the answer is "who cares?". Perhaps the biggest why question recently has been why do I play video games. I'll fully acknowledge that I have an addiction. It's pretty severe even. I've skipped work to play. Sometimes, the why question is entirely absent. I don't even care. I just want to play this game, or go see this movie, or go have sex, or go do THAT.

I think my poetry is somehow deeply tied to the root of the why question. I used to think I was manic depressive, and I'd only really write when I was at the low and high ends. The best stuff was when I was manic, and the worst when I was depressed. But there were "sane" stretches in between where I wouldn't really do anything at all, and I wondered if that's what it was suppose to feel like... just living. Not really doing anything special or particular. I feel that way more and more. Just eeking out an existence. The worst part is that it's really not disturbing. In fact, I feel no remorse, or I'd change things. If I really wanted to be a famous writer (as I secretly wish everytime I see the clock at 11:11), I'd just fucking write. I wouldn't play video games, and I wouldn't juggle three times a week.

Juggling is very much on the "who cares" end of the spectrum, I think.

I wonder if you can read someone's blog, and make a judgement about where on the scale they fall. I wonder if this even makes sense to anyone but me.

Comments should be working in the next fifteen minutes or so. Tell me what you think?

Today was decent.. involved. a good day. a meaningful day. I said goodbye to those aforementioned co-workers, and we all went out for lunch and drinks. Drinks evolved into drunken discussions, which are sometimes (seldom, I've found, but were today) the best kind of discussions, because they are open and uninhibited.

I also found out I've got a raise. This from our new boss... who did not attend the goodbye party. This spoke much about her, I think, and, at least for now, I've a newfound respect. Perhaps, she was not invited.

This was mentioned on blogger (itself!) but I'll reproduce the link because I found it fascinating. Keep Trying is a blog seemingly devoted to blogging about blogging. Meta blogging? It's a popular discussion topic. Someone mentioned it's really something only newbie bloggers do, but I'm not so sure. If you don't keep examining yourself, how do you know who you are? Do those who no longer blog about blogging no longer realize they are blogging? Is it merely something they "do" as habbit, as ritual, as instinct? (Yes, instinct can be learned.)

I suddenly had an epiphany... I can host my comments script on livingtech.net, and still keep my blog on blogspot. I don't know why this didn't occur to me before. I'm probably just an idiot.

We'll see if I can get that done tonight, but I'm still drunk. Thousands of open source programmers can't be wrong though, and I'll probably do a better job while I'm drunk.

I've decided to make a commitment to longer and more meaningful posts. Less crap, less random jibberish, innane observation, etc... You may or may not have noticed, but unfortunately, so far at least, this has meant fewer posts as well.

At the moment, I'm sitting at work, watching two of my former co-workers pack up and leave the building. They were both above me, the president and creative director (of the company before the merger), and now they're leaving because that's what everyone here would do, given a choice. I really have no choice. My choice is this: how much money should I borrow to buy a car so I can get to work every day after it moves? I'm thinking two or three grand at most. I have a list of things I'd like in a car, but unfortunately, I can't really afford to adhere to it. In fact, it yet remains to be seen whether I'll be able to afford anything.

You might have thought, erroniously, that my lack of regular updates would mean I've been busy trying to move the blog somewhere else. No. I have made no progress. My life is lack of progress, sharply contrasted by my existence in video games, which is only measured by progress. Perhaps this lack of ready objectives in reality is what causes me to believe that I am more likely failing at it.

I like that: failing reality.

Reality Upstarts, a sasquach band of trumpeting rhino-riders. No random here!

There is some kind of link between creativity and sleep deprivation. This much seems painfully obvious. Synapses jump faster, or more eratically, or something. At the same time, other cognitive functions suffer... I never quite know whether I'm doing a good job, or whether it merely seems like I am. Is this RuPaul weblog really as interesting as I think it is? Or am I just terribly woefully tired?

Naked is fun. Unfortunately, when you're in a relationship, I think there is this tendency for nakedness to get routine and, well, not boring, but just not as interesting anymore either. I wonder why this is. My room mate and I were speculating about the instinct for after-sex-talk. If all we (as males of the species) were interested in was progenation, then we'd probably never stick around for the after-sex-talk. Slam-bam-thank-you-mam... yet, it had to have been somehow advantageous for the man to get to know the woman, find out everything about her... from her eating habbits to her favorite hangouts just about any other nearly-useless detail we can wring from her.

I think that instinct may be a bit too strong in me. I've always found the first few weeks of the relationship to be the most intense.

Don't get me wrong, I think there's plenty to be said about stability and commitment. I just want very little to do with them.

observations from my bed:

light is often yellow, especially when filtered through a lampshade which is light brown, and probably also especially when it's from a lightbulb.

my ceiling is speckled.

chaos needs no prompting.

doors are particularly useless when one doesn't care if one's roommates can see one naked. however, doors have the suprise ability to function as things to hang other things from. This is espeically easy to facilitate when one owns a door-hanger-thingy, which hooks over the door, and offers many hooks from which to hang other things.

I wish my wardrobe had a desaturate feature.

keys are an interesting phenomenon of modern culture. what is the importance of keys, and what does it say about a person who never looses their keys verses a person who frequently finds himself without them? I am of the former persuasion, (I don't remember ever loosing my keys,) and I wonder if as such a person, I am missing out on exciting adventures I would otherwise be enjoying if I lost them more often.

water is heavy.

the space shuttle can't launch in rain. This is because the special heat-resistent tiles are somehow not water resistant. (or perhaps--here comes the observation part, I thought of this myself--perhaps at the speeds the space shuttle achieves in it's short flight out of earth's orbit the raindrops are like tiny bullets. I wonder what the speed of a bullet is compared to the speed of the space shuttle. I also wonder what is the speed of your average falling raindrop.

last observation: there are many types of hinge. hinges are a crutial part of modern society. without hinges we are lost (or unhinged). open and close, all day long, only here and there a tiny hinge protest... fixed quickly with WD40. all hail our mighty friend the hinge.

blogs are a trap for the self-obsessed.

Not only that, but I think they foster a self-obsession. It's easy to get into reading blogs, (they're the "real TV" of the internet). And of course anything you read gets internalized to some degree, and then you start to think like a blogger, which then causes you to want a blog... and become self-obsessed.

Look at me! I'm a blogger! W00T!

um, fortunately, I didn't need to start reading blogs to have this sad self-obsession. Here's my favorite poem, (by Frank O'Hara)

=======================

AUTOBIOGRAPHIA LITERARIA

When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.

I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.

If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out "I am
an orphan."

And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!

=====================

I think this proves my point.

this game is probably the coolest and most addictive web based game I've played since bejewled. Replay value is zero though, so I won't post my password.

speaking of time... imagine 16 hours in a Home Depot. I read through that this afternoon, and it was somehow extremely heartening. I don't know why, but I really decided life is better knowing that I would not (now) undertake 16 hours in any store. Ever.

had an interesting conversation about time today. I realized that I was absolutely right when I was a kid, wanting to never "grow up" so that time stayed slow, the way it was suppose to be. Now it feels like so little time has passed since I started the job I'm at now, or since I was in college, or since I've been dating laura... all these things seem like yesterday, and when I try to recall all the multitudes of days between those events and now, I fade out somewhere around a week or two. I know things happened in between, and if they were anything like the past few weeks, too much happened, probably, but I can't hardly remember but scattered events.

I'll probably end up one of those old men who tells you the same stories over and over again.

I have karma police stuck in my head.

my new favorite band of the week: The Weakerthans. they're absolutely amazing. And better lyrics by far than my last favorite band of the week, The Strokes. The strokes don't have terrible lyrics, but they're deffinetly not up to par with the weakerthans. I must buy their CDs posthaste.

Jolly good. Bugger me, I'm off.

Winter has arrived, like a long lost friend, and snow has sprung up covering everything like green grass in spring. I felt a weird sense of nostalgia when I got out of the shower this morning and it was so cold. The white blankets and sense of urgency remind me somehow of my junior year in HS, which was probably the last time I had to really struggle to make it to class regularly so early, and so cold.

I've sunk to the lowest depths! I actually used my laptop to surf for porn. It's not that porn is the bottom of the barrel... I suppose I should look at it on the bright side.. Hmm. what's the bright side of pr0n again? Um.

Yeah, no real post here. Nothing to see. Move along now.

Right then, cheerio.

oh! I thought for sure I'd already posted from the holliday. *sigh* such slack.

I'm in one of those future-reflective moods, thinking about my girl, how she's all primed up for grad school, and I'm still wondering if I'll ever get around to paying off the 2 grand I owe for my last semester at the university, (which somehow slipped past financial aid--those bastards). And she'll probably want to move... something I'm not exactly ready/prepared to do. I sometimes fantasize about certain individuals having a more active role in my life... Twists of circumstance putting distance between potential romance. And then there's the thought of a fresh start. A new job, home, city, that kind of thing. Whether I follow Laura to her city of grad school choice, or whether I stake out on my own, (I've been contemplating NY for longer than I've known her), it's all just so mysterious and far off.

I don't really know what I would do without minneapolis. I don't really have that many people I consider friends I can't live without, but at the same time there is quite the base of friends who I see infrequently, but regularly.

this is going nowhere. I don't want to move. but it's a feeling akin to nostalgia when you're deep in fantasyland.

blogs I liked:
http://www.blackrobot.com/
http://www.instantenemy.com/
http://www.yeahtotally.net/
http://www.textism.com/

who knows why? not I. I think an interesting phenomenon is how bloggers link to one another, and how certain social circles of bloggers exist. I am such a newbie. I post with false english as second language to disguise how bad I really post.

Who cares? not I.

I'm constantly wondering why anyone would read this. I read it and it's worse than any journal I've ever written before. I'm terribly dissapointed in myself. Maybe I'll improve. Maybe I should care more. blogger is too easy.

vacation looms... thanksgiving with dad's side of the family. witty banter, putting up with bratty cousins... video games... movies maybe. Christmas presents on friday.dry turkey, dry duck (? can't remember what we eat for christmas...just as dry though.) good mashed potatos, yams, pudding...

yay for black and white design... even if it's a template ripoff.

it's been awhile... I put in my app today with gameinformer... (er, yesterday now.)

I've had this strange peace-less feeling lately, like everything is on edge. I think it's partly lack of sleep, and partly just stress about work and finding a new job. It's hard enough living with the knowledge that I now have real financial commitments in my life, like rent and various credit card payments I have to make. Piled on top of that is the fear that I suddenly won't be able to make them. Yeesh. I hate sounding grown up.

I think I'll take the day off tomorrow, it'll be good because I'm already taking wed off for vacation, and thursday and friday are holliday, so that means the rest of the week is mine.

But on the other hand, I should really... yeah, right. more video games, less worry... maybe more job searching though. more thanksgiving this weekend...

thanksmas rant forthcoming.

I saw a midnight screening of Harry Potter. I'd heard rumor (false) that the new Eppisode II trailer (the full version, not that "breathing" teaser) would show, but alas, such was not the case. The movie, however, (after fifteen minutes of previews) was pretty damn awesome. Not as good as the book, they never are, but it was fun. Seeing a quidich match has to be the highlight, (at least for me) but there were lots of good parts.

the way that these damn archives work is a mystery to me... email me if you read this... maybe it'll chear me up... this page design looks like absolute shit in IE for mac... (on < 9.x OS) I need to fix that soonish.

Earth will crumble. *floop*

yesterday I made an appearance at game informer's offices... this is a gaming mag, for those uninformed. (ha!)

um, yeah, wouldn't it be cool to work there?

We won some awards for webdesign, (the place I work now...) I went searching the other winner's homepages for job openings...

I've been down. I have no time to write.

*glug*

today is link day:

photoshop tennis--oh MAN!

a cool blog (yes, this is my first blog link other than yami, who doesn't count... then again, she linked it first, and I guess that may mean this one doesn't count...) but it's cool, and better than that, it links to other cool blogs. Someday, I'll be a cool blog. ;) damnit, I just realized my first link was also from this one... which means I'm nobody, I've found nothing on my own, I'm just a dirty link clicker!

it's about time I linked livingtech.net, my own site... I just today updated the black and white world wide web page. Some new cool stuff...

oh, and probably my only legitimate link of the day (which of course I got from a friend) The Dialectizer which made me laugh for hours while I read my employer's website in hacker speak.

It doesn't get much better than discussing video games and the feasibility of full consciousness uploading over good Chinese food with coworkers you actually enjoy hanging out with. Too bad the rest of the day seems shot in terms of getting actual work done. Two hour lunches do that.

I have no remorse. I've taken the day off for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Yeesh!

I could be doing something productive, but I think instead I'll play video games. (I don't count this, it'll only take a few minutes, and it's almost like checking my email, at least, I'm trying to think of it that way, it'll encourage me to do it more often.) Hmmm. I think I need comments. Is it even possible to have comments on a blogspot hosted blog? (why am I asking you, you have no forum to respond!?)

ugh. *insert comments here about neverending cycles of depression and boredom*

*insert comments here about last night's dreams*

*insert further comments here about blog technology and blogging in general*

*insert more wit and humor*

*insert foot...

fever ringing a blow-torch's song
I'm stuck in mindnumb
head like a semi in mid-america
plodding on incessantly...

my convention was a great time. I actually _walked_ on the slackrope. (managed to overcome some weird hurdle, and I even took four steps forward, and four back!) I didn't really learn much in terms of juggling, but I won combat several times.

I honestly don't understand how so many blogs are simply filled with links. I just spent a good fifteen minutes trying to find a link for combat (rules, or pictures, or some such) and everything sucked. Maybe I should have a more common passtime to link...

Grrrrrm. I'm thinking of cutting my hair. the forehead is threatening to take over...

oh yeah, this trip means no posts again until at least sunday.

most interesting thing about today: I found out the DeCSS was overturned, or ruled in favor of the defendents (read: good guys)

I also connected some weird parts of my own city today. It's strange how you can live somewhere for several years, and yet never realize you're only 5 or 6 blocks from somewhere else you spent a lot of time previously. (In this case, it was a friend's house.) My mental map of minneapolis has been updated.

end of the week for me. I'm taking tomorrow off to go to this juggling convention. It's in Iowa of all places. ;)

I'm really looking forward to the trip. A little show, a little show off... good people. Digital camera...

yeah. the issue of where to move this thing is still up in the air, but I'm thinking probably it'll make its way to my homepage (livingtech.net) and who cares about the ftp security issues involved.. but maybe not. maybe I'll find a free host yet.

oh yeah, the jittery feeling I was talking about getting? It happens when you're scared you're going to be fired too.

sleep-dissoriented, giving snores out to my homies

"Welcome to the Freedom2surf signup page!
Sorry - Our free webservers are currently full"

oh well. I'm looking for other alternatives.

This is the first time I've opened up blogger in IE for pc. Very weird. How do they do this? I'm so confused... It's not a frame, and it very much appears to be a part of my browser. How do they do it!?

um, yeah, what was I going to talk about? Hmmm. working on the weekends sucks, especially when you find out about this expectation on sunday afternoon. I've been depressed lately. (I don't think this is actually related to working on sunday, but anything is possible.) I blame lack of sleep, and far too much to do after work... I have less and less "unscripted" time. Time to just do whatever...

My poetry journal has been the most neglected it has been in at least four years. I write in it sometimes once a week now, and I was doing so well there for awhile. Aproaching my once or twice a day in the summertime. I guess when it's nice outside, I want to go sit more and write. I also blame the fact that I haven't really read anything inspiring lately. I was very excited to get the new book of poetry by Jeff Noon, but it turned out to be pretty uninteresting. I should read more of it, but when do I have time?

My most recent musical discovery is this punk/pop band called The Strokes. I think they're from the UK. (I really have no idea.) The first song on the album, and the title track, is "Is This It", which is probably a question, despite the lack of punctuation. The phrase keeps rolling around in my head, both in lyric, and in word form (does anyone else end up thinking in typing strokes?) ... yeah, you can't respond yet, but you will be able to. soon... I'm desperate for that instant feedback... I've become addicted to reading the comments on Yami's site, and I want the same thing for myself. Of course, I don't have hordes of foreign exchange students who have everything in common with me, but maybe I'll find an audience in the balding-mid-twenties-underpaid-techie crowd.

a poem off the top of my head:

=========
sweet silvery jukebox-smile
teeth matte like the grit on a scratch-to-win
pig-tails and short skirt--
high-school-girl high

you cavort my eye
cajole my attention span into flickering your fickle direction
I'm a weak knee'd gummy worm
squishy in your palm

precicely pinned in your geometry textbook
hearts and stars around our names
I'm your disected frog, I'm your stairway physics experiment
I'm empty and old, used and discarded
=========

whatever happened to that jittery feeling anyway? I used to get all nervous talking to girls on the phone, now I just want to hang up and talk to someone in real life, or go check my email... speaking of...

day of computer frustration 1,000,001.

My mom got a cute little (impractical) Olympus digital camera from her brother. She has never wanted, nor needed, a digital camera. She needed a real camera, so I bought her one for her birthday, and she's happy. I inherited the little tyke, and it'll be fine for web stuff... IF I COULD GET IT TO INSTALL ON MY MACHINE!!! Note: this may not be the fault of the manufacturers, or their software... but I keep getting an error that says I need to install various other stuff on my computer, (in the midst of trying to install the drivers for the camera) and asking me to kindly insert my windows 98 SE disk. Well, the files are not found on the disk. Wonders of wonders, my camera still does not connect.

*sigh*

I'm trying to find a good free host with php. This is a more daunting task than I'd first imagined.

now I have to go into work and fix some crappy templates because we've sold all self-respect, and have a completely inexcusable deadline for a microsoft project. It's insane how at a very much lower level than their software development people (ie, their web-outsourcing people) the attitudes at microsoft are exactly the same as the attitudes they are most known and despised for... basically that they want to push the product out the door regardless of QA and/or project readiness.

And this is progress for my stupid company. (yay, we have big clients! :P)

Tonight I experienced the halloween season at a party by one of Laura's co-workers. The highlight of the evening was a large pink canoe wrapped around a tallish woman with pink hair. She was 'paddling her pink canoe', a hereto unheard euphemism to yours truly.

Bob Dobbs in the basement, and an old neighbor of Nate's parents throwing another party upstairs.

Laura has rolled over and is officially uninterested now. She hates my bed, and complains every time she sleeps here. I guess that's OK, since I don't really like sleeping at her place either. Relationships = compromise. I hate the fact that the only bathroom in her appartment is off of her bedroom... When I sleep there, there is at least a fifty-fifty chance I'll be awakened by her roommate at the buttcrack of dawn for the morning shower.

I don't get along well with buttcracks. Well... I shouldn't say that. I don't get along well with proverbial buttcracks.

I get along fine with most other buttcracks, as long as they're not smelly or slimey. Unless the slime is sexsweat, slimey buttcracks are not for me. This rant has deteriorated into the nonsense of a just-before-sleep-post.

off to dreamtech.

what observations today? (none)

yesterday was the day after the first day it's snowed this season. I've even had a snowball thrown at me.

I keep blinking and imagining I'm riding a BMX bike on a complicated route through a crazy web of jungle-like metal struts and concrete.

I thought this would be more complicated. I have nothing to say, really, because life is both too complicated, and not complicated enough. At this moment, I have simplified things to the point where I have only four (or possibly five) programs open.. my tasks are clear, exceptionally simple, yet also complex at a if-you-didn't-know-how-to-do-this level.

Tonight is a holloween party, and I have no costume. There is another one tomorrow after I help an old friend move. I'm getting the SWAT van from my dad (who knows why he owns it), but the thought of immitation kevlar crossed my mind... parking would be a bitch, however.

What a way to begin, with crappy crappy templates... (I don't even want to begin to look at the code...maybe tomorrow.) This blogger thing was at Yami's suggestion (how do I make links, just do it myself?) Ugh. Anyway, I have nothing to say, I'm too tired, and (ostensibly) sick, and it's too early/late in the morning.

I'd prefer Vim over all this.. I think I very well may end up going back to my own server for this whole blog thing... I'm just whining. I'll get over it. When in blogsville... do as the blogs do. I thought there'd be some nice stat feature all built in and stuff. What a crappy free service this is. heh. Actually, I'm pretty impressed. I almost want to look under the hood. I may have to sign up for some free hosting, so I can do the blog somewhere where I can look at the actual code generated. (I'm using blogspot or something, currently.)

Yeah, so... life. Life has been PS2 and two rented games for almost $12... that's nearly a week now, and I've only just finished Devil May Cry. The Dave Murra's BMX game is also kick ass, and (of the two) the one I most want to actually purchase.

I'm sick, don't come near me.

hey yo, here we go.

blogtech, blogriffic, blogtastic, bloggeramic...

oh blog, you devil!