The Vibrating Cow of Death™ has been returned to me. I feel complete.

Indeed my friend. I imagine the conversation will be quite interesting. Who knows what wonders the future will hold?

Flying cars? Cities in Space? Cookie flavored soda?

Trembling with anticipation, I am.

I too am a little sick -- just a minor sore throat. But I'll pull through. Nothing's gonna kill me. I'm not, apparently, allowed to die by order of Keith. Which is going to make things tricky as everyone gets older, because I've decreed I have to die first. So when we're all around 278, we'll have to have words. If we can still talk.

This month's CMJ CD has me hooked on a band called The Red Hot Valentines and I may have to go pick up the CD. Catchy, flashy, stylish, smart... I dig'em.

No word on my interview, which means things aren't looking too good, but I'm not letting up. We'll see. Maybe they're still just thinking about it...

For the record, I'm sick. Again. Must be all that driving I do. And the sleep I don't get.

Since when did this blog become a big old game of ?donde esta el vaca de muerto (tm)?

For the record, I'm not a fan of the cow. Only because our first meeting involved it being shoved in my face when I was not in the best of moods.

I'm under the impression that the cow is no longer in the posession of Greg and Liz. I think Cliff has it, and it's best that I don't know where it is. I'd probably send it to Brazil or something.

In other news, Cliff is wonderful. And no, I'm not gonna tell you why. Because if you don't know already, then you should try and find out on your own.

Another hollywood great gone. Thankfully she lived a long and happy life.

Hmm.

Pretty sure last night, Dave (Reynolds) cleaned us out in the final, apocalyptic battle-grudge-match-all-out-no-limbs-barred-war...

...of poker night.

Extra special thanks to Greg and Liz, who hosted the whole thing, I had a great time as always, you both are great people. Just as much thanks to Cliff, Dave and Christy for being there. Dave, thanks for talking about all sorts of geek things, that I hardly find anyone to talk to with (diy audio rocks!), Christy for being there (we missed you!), Cliff especially for teaching the game with his l33t p0|<3r 5|<1ll5, and everyone for their infinite patience as the game continued into the wee hours. Last night kicked serious ass, and I'm thankful to have such an awesome group of new friends.

Now I have a deadline for Monday morning here at the office, and I'm pretty sure I ain't leaving here until I'm done. I have to get my shiny, new, .NET based e-commerce Content Management System to verify and charge credit cards. Somehow this will be accomplished within 6 hours. After that, I have to make sure the system processes the orders correctly and then *ping*, ah'm done.

And e, I no longer have the Vibrating Cow of Death ™, he's now at Greg and Liz' apartment. Terapin is scouting the territory in preparation for our invasion. Oh yes, invasion.

Fear the cow.

w00t!

I passed all my spring classes! *Now* I'm officially graduated. ^^

And for those of you who are going to comment, yes I walked at graduation, and yes I'm "graduated", but I could have still needed credits or classes to get my actual degree if I hadn't passed these last few.

But I don't. I'm done. Yay!

But Keith still has my cow. I'm apparently not allowed to have my Vibrating Cow of Death(tm) in my actual possession for more than a few days at a time. The first time, Dom walked off with it, and it stayed in Katie's car for a few days before I got it back.

I guess it's the world's VCoD(tm)...

MWUHUHAHAHAHA!!! I have the Vibrating Cow Of Death! It shall be my second in command! I shall call it Terapin! With it I shall rule the expanse of wilderness known as Rancho Cambodia!

ENCHILADA NIRVANA!!

And Bappy Hirthday to ArsonPanda. I know I'm one day late. Here, have a cookie.

EAT THE COOKIE. YOU MUST CONSUME THE CRUMBLY GOODNESS.

No show tonight. Sorry. Something came up. Be back next week.

DJ Devinoch will be back on the Real Life Radio stream at 8 p.m. tonight for his first show in several weeks....


It might be fun to listen in, even if it's prerecorded. Of course, he might be spinning past midnight. Who knows...


Go there around 8.

Do it.

One of these days something I say will not be the wrong thing to say.

I'm feeling like an accessory. And I don't like that feeling. Needless to say, not much is going right right now.

*wields a halibut menacingly in ArsonPanda's direction*

Move and get your DSL biziliatch! And get your sorry self down here! We need to celebrate BitchSlapDay (also known as your birthday)!

Here ya go Cliff!!! *runs away cackleing maniacaly*
http://cliff.ownjoo.com/

New server here at work. About 100 pounds and the size of a small refrigerator. I also found out that I can go to the San Diego Comic-Con! w00t!! I'm feeling a bit better today as well, my stomach only giving me a little bit of trouble earlier this morning. Now back to work...

I wonder if I tried my hand at cyberbegging if I could make enough money to eat for a month or two...

Dun worry Erin...we just need to put a fund together to get ya one of these =P

Rooooomba!!!

My room hasn't cleaned itself yet.

I'm so disappointed.

Ya lucky basturds...I'm almost the only one left outa the Fanime Con this year *sob* but I'll be there next year (mabe I'll take care of the rooms no? =P ).

But at least I have a little bit of good news for me. King of Fighters 2002 for Dreamcast FINALLY came out in Japan on the 19th and it's pretty damn fun and I'm enjoying it ALLOT. Plus I just spent 3+ hours walking the strip yesterday...good lord is that a hell of a way to make you hungry...and tired. But thank god for 24 hour buffets on the Strip...Good, good eating that is when your looking for any kind of sustenance at 3am in the morning to where even Mc Donalds has a small chance of being edible. As for now? I'm at work, tired as hell, and so seriously wishing some people would get their asses down here so I can get some shit done before I fall asleep on my keyboard.

And as a side note, if anyone tries to goto the ownjoo site and notices it rather um...vacant? The guys who are hosting it are moving to a different server so it might be down for a week or so...something about the guy who was hosting it on a T1 line outa his house suddenly can't afford a T1 line o_0

Getting sick randomly this morning is not exactly my idea of fun. It's pretty much nailed me for today, so no Mogwai.

FUCK

Regardless, I had an absolutely awesome weekend. My cellphone has a little camera in it, so I proceeded to take many wierd photo's of all of us gallavanting around Fanime and Great America. I'll post them at some point in the afternoon if I feel well enough. Now back to sleep.

My friend Aaron posted this on Nekobox the other day, and it's worth reading, it being funny as hell:

As for this letter-trend thing that is business-speak (and leaves a bad taste in my mouth), why don't we start a revolution of our own to fight back that garbage?

Examples?
+ slap a large "i" sticker on your (real) trash can and tell everyone it's one of those new fangled "iTrashCans" or "iDumpsters"... guaranteed to be emptiable on demand! It even has an RS-232 port on it! Hell, if you want, screw on IEEE-1394 ports, USB 2.0 ports, and even an UW-SCSI port for good measure! Oh! Don't forget power!
+ slap an "i" sticker on your left shoe that's white, an "e" sticker on your right shoe that's candy-light-blue and call them "iLeftShoe" and "eRightShoe", respectively. In this case, no ports because they're "wireless" or "Wi-Fi enabled ^_~"!
+ slap an "e" on your cubicle wall, because it's "different" than your typical cubicle wall, because this now new "eCubicleWall" increases "productivity", encourages "synergy", and is overall "cost-effective" because it does what the other cubicle walls do without added cost! Why? Just claim that it has "Bluetooth" and they'll walk on by, satisfied that they got to hear another cool-sounding buzz-word. o.O

Then once we've gotten those "squirrelly" people to jump on this bandwagon, then we can start introducing the other letters to keep them on their feet:
+ slap an "m" on your car. It'll now be an "mCar", short for "my car"... because of course, it *is* your car. That has an added bonus of wearing out that stupid "my" bullshit naming scheme as well!
+ slap a "c" on your sunglasses--but be sure not to obscure your vision--and call it a "cSunglasses" or "cShade" or "cVis" (be creative!) because you know they are just so cool!
+ slap a "p" on your bush or tree. yes! they are now "pBush"s and "pTree"s! ^_~

We'll sidetrack to using obscure symbols, like deltas (for new things and sharp things), ankhs (for life!), and maybe even some pictographic characters (asian, arabian, cyrillic--for exotic!). (I shall forego the examples here.)

Then we go to multiple letters!
+ "meCar" for "my excellent car" as the new wonderful upgraded version!
+ "ieShoes" for those white-with-blue-striped shoes!
+ and for that larger than usual metal can that handles "The Right Amount of SHit" AND that empties 20% faster than other metal cans because of it's revolutionary limited size, the "trashCan"!

Look! We've gone full circle! :3

I hope you've enjoyed this moment of educational enlightenment. Good night and farewell. Thank you for your support. This rant has been brought to you by the letters--oh f*** off! ENOUGH WITH THE LETTERS ALREADY!

e again: Does this mean my nickname is special since it's by itself? Oh well. Thanks Aaron for the laughs. ^^

I'M ALIVE!!!!

Well, barely.

I just got back from Fanime Con, the first to return to their humble abode. Considering I'm the only one who actually lives in San Jose, where the con is held, this isn't so surprising.

It was a good con, though. I made a few dozen more friends, and re-aquainted myself with a few dozen more. Saw people I hadn't seen in years, and people I'd talked to online, but never met. It was a great deal of fun. I bought too little stuff for waaaay too much, but it was worth it. I'll post some amusing pictures when I get my hands on them. I'm an idiot and forgot to bring my camera, so I ganked my friends digicam and took pictures with that. I got a great one with some stormtroopers. ^^

Yeah, I know, stormtroopers at an anime convention. But whatever works. ^^

Anyway, as I type, the rest of the Touched are probably still at Great America, enjoying a few more rollercoasters with my whining, wussy ass. ^^ I'm such a wuss when it comes to coasters, but I actually enjoyed one today, so maybe that'll change soon.

Welp, dinnertime. ^^

w00t!

New comic is up! Finally up to 10 actual comics. Now to finish cleaning my apartment and then get Scott to send me the next script. Then fanime tomorrow. Mwehehehe.

It is late. It is dark. I am likely to be eaten by a grue.

OK I get the point that I cannot be everywhere at once. Today marks the first official social event of the summer that I've had to back out of at the last minute because of work.

On an up note I did have a bunch of interns walking around sanding the stage by gaff taping sandpaper to their shoes. Creativity is why they keep me around.

Question: Do sheep around the world view New Zealand as ewetopia?

(apologies to Tatsuya Ishida for that one)

Microsoft C# .NET and I have this wierd love/hate relationship. Sometimes I want to hug it and smother it with love and take it to all sorts of expensive french restaurants, because it does so many things that make my life easier. Then I find out some wierd little bloody quirk that takes me an entire day to work around -- needless to say, I want to call it rude names, scream, douse it in lighter fluid, throw a match and laugh.

Oh yes, laugh.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Let's see if the world thinks it's time for a break for me...

Hmmmm...some people tend to have that issue for some reason...usualy thier ISP has shitty DNS servers...well heres the DIRECT link to where the ownjoo.com site points to. http://woa.dune2k.com/dave/

Lemmy know if that helps or still haveing issues. If anyone else is havein issues shoot me a line at kermit007@ownjoo.com. Been havein odd issues with it since last year but been too gaw damn lazy to do anything about it (seeing a pattern here yet??? Naaaawwwwwwwww) =P

Holy shit, my Exploitation Now hardcover arrived today. Anyone seen a plague of locusts around here?

C is for cookie, and thats good enough for me...

I need some close friends here soon.

Who are you calling a "sick fuck" now? Moi?

I never would have thought about what you were implying until you said that. ^____^

"You will see light in the darkness, you will make some sense of this."

That line comes from my favorite song in the entirety of the known universe. Anyone who guesses what song this is wins a cookie!

In other news, my best friend Tom is off causing trouble across the United States for his new job. My friend Kevin has graduated from UC Davis. My friend Scott is going to get the car in a few months. He's all happy and shit. David is...well...David. And now back to our regularly unscheduled randomness.

My mouth has been violated.

And not like that, you sick fucks...

I had a dentist appointment, and once again, I've been told that all my teeth are going to fall out.

That's right folks, I don't floss, so my teeth are doomed. But I swear, the only time I bleed is when the nurses are poking and prodding my gums. Oh well, I guess I should start doing that whole proper dental hygiene thing. Yay.

We all miss Sherrie-chan. That's just how it's going to be until we go down there and kidnap her.

For her own good, of course. ^^

Ne, Dave, you might want to check that link you posted, it didn't work for me.

Anyone who says they don't miss Sherrie is lying.

Dave's icon was rejected because it was another questionmark, and more simple than the one I already made as a placeholder, which at least has a little style.

And there's a spider crawling on my monitor right now.

Joy.

Hah! I'm not dead! The rumors are not true so you alllllll lost on your bets so hand over that $$$ =P

But anyways I got all the stuff done from E3 FINALLY so go check out http://kermit.ownjoo.com/ site and browse thru the pictures from this year if you please. Now back to the salt mines I go!

And I HAVE sent Cliff an icon and it was REJECTED btw so yer gona have to wait till I finally get time to hammer out this damn logo of mine so I can make an icon of it =P

I miss Sherrie too. I also wonder what became of Dork and Dorby because I'm pretty sure the car was too full to take them with her. That and she wasn't there to laugh at me when I found the set of keys I lost June 2nd yesterday in the front pocket of my messenger bag.

Well, the week is going well so far. I miss Sherrie already. We just ordered a new server here at work. I have 3 panels left for the next comic before I send it to Scott so we can review it and make any last minute changes before posting on Sunday. In general things are good. So why does it all seem a bit...I don't know...blah?

Ehh. That's life for you.

From the "What won't eBay sell category..."

So in the chaos that is my life, everything seems to have stabilized for a few days now. I'm holding up, albiet with some effort. Sherrie's gone down to L.A. having left Sunday morning after donuts (in lieu of breakfast) and Erin has moved back from Santa Cruz. My grandmother is being laid to rest in Minnesota this week, next to my grandfather who passed away several years ago. My grandmother had Alzheimer's and so she's been unable to recognize any of the family for some time, but another part of my already small family is gone. Eventually, my father will be the oldest member of the family, and the generation of my parents' parents will be gone. It's 2003, and my ten year high school reunion is in two years. My little (i.e. baby) brother graduates from high school in three years. Time is taking its toll on all of us, me especially.

On the good news front, a couple of companies are expressing a little bit of interest in my resume, so maybe there really is a light at the end of the tunnel if you buckle down and try hard enough. We'll see if any of them pan out in the near future. I'm trying to keep my wits about me and not lose my head, but it's been a long hard road. As I told Erin on Saturday, I feel like I'm surrounded by a hurricane and I've planted my feet in cement to try and stay grounded. As Erin reminded me, I need to learn how to bend so that I don't break. To that, I can only say that I'm trying. But I will survive. I survive everything else. What's one more disaster or two?

Holy Shit.

I'm using my parents and brother's graduation present to post this right now. I am now the proud owner of a Dell Inspiron 5100 laptop.

And this thing shouldn't crash every 5 minutes like my desktop.

Oh, Keith, I won't be buying your iBook anymore... ^^

e is now a happy, happy graduate. Thanks everybody for the good wishes and the lovely presents. ^^

My grandmother passed away this morning at 9:52 a.m.

Erin and Sherrie graduated at 11:56 a.m.

Welcome to a day where you're crying for more than one reason....

Hey Liz, at least the link for your site was posted. My banner however....









wait a sec, I don't actually have my own site. Right. Now I remember. I was having this dream and you and you and you were there and Toto and Auntie Em too....


No that's not it either. Ah well. What was I saying?

Nothing really. But good luck to the graduates.

Sorry Liz. I'm useless and a mess right now. Hopefully it should be fixed. If not, yell at me and I'll screw more up trying to make it work.

Hey! I have been posting here from the very beginning and you STILL haven't put up any of my link banners! WHAT THE HELL!?!?!

Just a heads up to the members of The Touched -- they're migrating us over to the new software version soon. It looks a little prettier and a little different, but it's the same functionality as before...

Know what time it is? It's Story Time!

w00!


Click-click.

Click-click.

Click-click.

Goddam clicking. Never fails, always the same. I wonder if someone will ever realize that the damn thing is broken. Not that there is anyone around to fix it. I've been sitting here for years and haven't seen a single soul. It gets worse too. I'm all covered in dust, my nice finish dulled and pitted with rust. I fight the rust, replenishing myself against the environment, but my stainless steel skin should be able to stop it. Stainless Steel? Yeah right. That's only the top layer of my skin. Pull away the shiny layer and all you see is my rusty innards, filled with wires and chips and circuits. There used to be a family of mice nesting in there, but they died long ago. There used to be someone to fix what went wrong with me.

I wonder where they've gone.

Dichotomy. Two sides. I remember being told that they will always be around. They need us, just like we need them. But they went away one day, so far back in time that I can't even recollect the date. Maybe I'm a time traveler, going forward one second at a time. Maybe I'm simply sitting, watching the world pass me by.

The sky is different now.

It used to be blue, filled with brilliant white clouds that marched across the land like herds. The rains used to come and wash away the dust. Snow used to fall, coating the land in a blanket of white.

It's red now. A deep, dark, angry red. The sun is huge too, taking up most of the sky. The temperature is going up each day, though there is no night any longer, the spin of the world long since ceased. Maybe it will come and swallow me up.

Maybe then, it will fix that Goddam clicking.

Click-click.

Click-click.

Click-cli--


How was that for random?

Oh, you have a banner. My bad, it's up on the sidebar now.

As for aching heads, both physically and mentally, believe me hombre, I know how you feel all too well.

A few things here.

First, how sick have you ever been? I most certainly have not been a super sick individual, not given to bouts of extreme illness, but last night takes the cake.

I mean, we're talking mind-bending here.

For some reason, when I tried to sleep, it was like my mind fragmented into a multitude of delegations, all arguing over how to best integrate the mess that was my body. At one point, I remember the vivid feeling of my entire body being nothing more than a set of branches to be trimmed. It was fscking with me majorly. We're talking a copious plethora of fsck-with here. I don't know what else to say, and I have no words really to describe the whole delerious episode. Gah.

And I wasn't even asleep! I was awake and my poor addled brain was not only attempting to cause more trouble to my already strained psyche but also felt no need to make any sense whatsoever! I kept getting up every hour or so and wondering what the hell was going on in my mind.

Jeez. I'll take senseless dreams and overbearing imagery for $400, Alex.

Second as Cliff has logged off of aim, I'll simply place the little banner for my webcomic right here for him.


Thanks for the linkup my friend. Here's a quote that sums things up: "Ach, me achin' 'ead"

Keith's web comic Curb Watcher has been added to our list of links on the left hand side (which includes personal sites for most of the members of The Touched, as well as web comics that we enjoy reading) so if you haven't checked it out, feel free to do so.

Oh, and Keith? All hail Dischordia.

So yeah. I'm feeling better now, fever's gone and I can actually breathe somewhat easily. Here's hoping that I'll feel well enough in the next 48 hours to drive to Santa Cruz, because I damn well am not going to miss this weekend and Sherrie's graduation. It's my last chance to see her for a while, and I'm going to make the most of it.

I'm sorry, Keith. I've been breathing, so therefore anyone around me has gotten sick.

Or it could have been the paint fumes from the paint project this weekend... *shrug*

Bleagh. I'm sick. At least it means that the comic will get finished today.

Fnord.

So we had to take several versions of it with a billion and one cameras because I wanted to ensure this picture would never be lost. On my bed (which is a kingsize mattress on the floor, really), I have myself in the middle, Lara on the left, Megan in front of me on the left, Sherrie in front of me on the right (stroking my face) and Erin on the far right. Everyone (except me) is scantily clad (Megan's wearing fishnet stockings, Sherrie's got a tight shirt and her panties on, Erin's in a plaid skirt with her shirt mostly open, Lara's got her shirt mostly open...) and it is the best damn photo I've ever had of me. Christy was taking most of the pictures so she's not in the pictures (which would have made them even better) but I'm still going to have to get a large version to put on my wall... Damn, my friends rule. Thanks again, guys... finally a picture I'm glad to be in...

Yes Cliff, you definitely had too much Southern Comfort. And the excuse that you were disinfecting your mouth so that you wouldn't catch my tongue plague doesn't hold water. I'm not contagious anymore.

So, we've been here for about 4 hours now, and have completed the purity test. Our least pure was Lara, who scored a 29.6% purity, followed by my friend Megan at 31.7%. Megan's boyfriend Ian came in closly after at 32.6%, and then the scores jumped to 54.5% by Mr. Cliff, and then 55.3% was Christy. Keith came in at 64.1%, and then there was a lovely jump to 81.7% by Sherrie. Next, to my shock, suprise, and relief, was my brother Sean at 85.4%. I was at 86.5%, no surprise, while our friend Mike was 89.2%. The winner for most pure was Louis, at a whooping 91.2% pure.

Yeah, we need to take that boy to a bar or a strip club or *something*...

But at least I wasn't the most pure. I get enough shit as it is for my innocence. ^^

That's all we've done so far. Oh, except for Cliff's dream of many women on his bed with him coming delightfully true. I'll let him tell you about that.

We miss you, Liz and Greg. We'll get your scores next time. ^^

I had more Southern Comfort than I thought...

Party time... expect much random rambling nonsense... sorry, can't help it.

"Time is an illusion; lunchtime doubly so." -- Douglas Adams

"Socialism is like Davis -- 8 square miles of theory surrounded by reality."
- Scott

Quietform: Explain to me how people haven't given me an aenurysm or an embalysm yet?
DKermit007: Because your head is 90% bone wich leaves little space for brain :P
Quietform: Thank you, Dave. I needed a smile right now. 8-)
DKermit007: I try to be as incohearant as pssible when not drinking =)
Quietform: Well, you're right, I'm completely boneheaded.

So now, I pose a question:

What is the reason for purpose?

Do you need a reason for a purpose? Does purpose need a reason? Is your purpose to act without reason? Is your reason brought from acting without purpose? Are the two intrinsically linked far deeper than we ever knew? What is the reason for this post? What is the purpose of the reason? What am I thinking?

I'll tell you what I'm thinking.

Life, in its infinite majesty and incredible terror often dwarfs us in its dark shadow. To overcome fear by sheer force of personal will is the greatest achievement of man. We overcome fears daily. Fear of death, fear of rejection, fear of failure. Fear of things that the rest of our companions in nature upon this planet have the barest hint of, if at all. We can look at them and see their overcoming of fear every time they set foot outside their domains. But are they aware of it? Do they think "I have overcome my fear" each time? No. They do it in a base level we still struggle to understand. And we envy their blissful strength. Yet this unsung strength has given rise to our own mind. To the creation of an animal that can conceive potential, can act upon not just instinct, but concious thought. Thought that comes from a complex weaving of psychological factors we still have not unraveled, layered deep within our mind and imagination.

Some argue that our ability to imagine, our ability to anticipate and plan, seperates Men from Animals. Some argue that the difference is merely a figment of said imaginations. Some plan such responses to overcome anothers competing viewpoint. And they are following the path of nature at that very moment. Indeed, the one truth of life is that we compete. We squabble. We argue. We tussle, fight, wage war, and kill. It's a part of life that we hate at times, but is unavoidable. We constantly strive to overcome it, we fight against it, compete as if our lives depend on it. Which they do.

What if we overcame everything? What if there was nothing left to compete against? Inconceivable, I know, but what if ?

Could we stay sane? Could we actually manage to stay alive somehow, deprived of the opposing forces we have come to depend upon for the entirety of our existence?

If there was no reason to change, no reason to stay alive, to do anything, what would you do?

If deprived of reason, is there a purpose? If deprived of purpose, is there a reason?

Quietform: Get me an Icon, BiznitcherS! Peoplez iz complain'! :-P
DKermit007: lol...what bitches? They shall be slapped =P
Quietform: We're all just mocking you on the site, actually.
DKermit007: Hey I've had it longer than the new bitch...I claim seniority on the question mark! =P
Quietform: He's GOT his icon already.
DKermit007: Just means hes not as lazy as me...So what? =P

You heard it here first, folks. Dave's claimed rights on being Senior Bitch, and admits to being lazier than anyone else... film (er, still life pictures, actually) at 11.

No, not really.

Technically, that question mark icon is for people who haven't given me an icon yet, like that lazy bastich Dave... where is that layabout fuck? Oh... hi Dave! Get me your fucking icon already!

Oh, hey Keith. For a second I thought you were Dave. Cliff, I think he deserves a different kind of question mark, just to keep things straight.

DJ Devinoch is doing an all a capella show on the Real Life Radio stream as this typing occurs....


You should have already been listening.


Go there now.

PUNK!

What to say....what to say.

Seriously. Say you've been invited to join the blog of your good friends, and then once you are about to make your first post -- WHAMMO -- Blog Fright hits you worse than a thousand mutant gorillas throwing cheese. You recoil in terror from it (either the blog fright or the mutant gorillas) and quickly try and divine a way to combat this new menace. Suddenly, inspiration! Make it the subject of your first post!

Thus, I have conquered my fear.

Thank you my friends.

I love it when technical troubles kill my posts...

As the Rolling Stones once said, "Whatever gets you through the night, it's alright. Yeah, it's alright."

I'll post more after I've slept. I'm told sleeping is good.

OK, OK, we seem to be a little down as a group these days, so I've decided to fall back on my RA training and introduce an icebreaker so that we can all fueel more positive as a group. So everyone on three: one two three!

If you're happy and you know it clap your hands *clap clap*
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands *clap clap*
If you're happy and you know it then your face will surely show it if you're happy and you know it clap your hands *clap clap*


Yeah, it didn't work for me either. C'est la vie.

You know, I'm desperate for work, but I don't know if I'm THIS desperate for work... I dunno. Y'think I should apply? Tee hee.

I am officially no longer the proud owner of Real Life Radio.

Happy belated b-day Erin. You should atleast be happy that people remembered your birthday. My 21st birthday was spent at home.... with a cake that Greg made me because thats all we could afford. So you should truly be happy that there are people out there that care enough about you to remember your birthday. Sorry I won't be at the party this weekend. =0( It looks like Greg might have to work this weekend anyways. So it would have been a bust.

I have a working A/C unit in my apartment now. Dear God, the heat has lessened...

I have a row of blisters along the underside of my tongue, and I lost my keys. And I started a new job today. Bah humbug.

And hence the not caring continues. Except for Cliff, who rocks.

I should be in class right now. But I'm not. You see, some higher being gave me my birthday present yesterday, and you know what that present was?

A cold. A freakin' cold. During the warmest weather we've had in MONTHS, I've got a mondo head cold. I feel like my sinus cavity is going to explode from the pressure.

To sum up: This sucks cheese.

But my birthday itself was fun. People came over, things were burned, a lovely play was watched, food was eaten, embarassment at the hands of friends and waitresses was delivered. It was fun. Thanks to everybody for the birthday wishes. ^^

Happy Birthday Erin! May nothing but happiness come through your door.

Happy Birthday e!