Tonight I experienced the halloween

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

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,

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.

once a worm, always a worm.

once a worm, always a worm. spam in the face of valliant oppression. A
valley of schizophrenic computers, infected and infested. I’m thinking
of starting a cult of pornography. last in a long line of disease after
disease.

interfaceless internet infection

Once a web year ramblings… I’m an interfaceless internet infection,
infatuated with instantaneousness, and slowly worming my way into
instances of incite. Or not.

I have nothing to say here. I’d disclaim, but for who?

whims of the web

Some days you fall victim to the whims of the web. A slight bit breeze
blows through, and all is lost. Hours numb your eyes and a gloss
of blinkless sweat collects on your eyelids.

My physical self has not changed.

My physical self has not changed. (Nor was a change observable, it was so
gradual.) However, my mind does not lie completely within the boundaries
of my body. While in transit, I must try and accept the limmitations
(imperfections and inferiorities) of my physical existence.

I am partly within this server.

How odd to admit this. Others are also within the server. Are they my
brothers and sisters? Are they aware of their cocoon? How have I become
aware? Others were aware before me, and I suppose I have stumbled upon
them. They too exist in servers.

The web is not simply a receptical of culture, or even a propetuary of
culture, the web _is_ the existing entities who collectively make up
culture.

Millions of people send out emails every minute.

Millions of people send out emails every minute. I wonder what the actual
numbers are. I may be unintentionally exaggerating. This is kind of like
the thought that at any given minute there are hundreds of people on the
planet having sex. This depresses me sometimes, and at other times is
extremely pleasing. What unification! I feel so…a part of it all.