Where can I buy...

a "This Is Not A Hot Topic T-shirt" t-shirt? I imagine Hot Topic will be selling them by next month, and I want to get in on the trend early. Sewiously, the trend-assclowns are not only ruining a healthy portion of things that are good, they're dredging up a lot of unneccesary and retarded things, too. Not only do they have a rack dedicated to corporate-gothing The Princess Bride, they are now selling "Hey Dude" shirts. Come on. "Hey Dude" was never cool. It never will be cool. In fact, "Hey Dude" has a lot of anti-cool associated with it. A ranch soap opera for twelve year olds is not remotely rebellious in any way. This is a death. This is not life. This is them trying to be a beautiful and unique snowflake.

When are kids going to learn that philosophy is not a fashion statement. I can feel a tumor of rage welling inside me when I think about the "goth" TPB shirts and stickers (stickers, for fuck's sake!). I'm going to have to buy all of my video game apparel from Penny-Arcade now. *sigh*

And if I see anyone wearing a "Hey Dude" shirt, their life is forfeit.

Cactus Coffee and the No Tell Motel

You know what I like? Cooking in the dark.

...Not that I cook. Or that I mind the dark. Okay, so cooking-in the dark or out-just isn't my thing. And I'm not a big fan of light. Still, I do hate waiting for a fucking electrician for three hours only to have the asshole not show up.

I think it would be great to have a complete crew of workers on retainer, just in case. Electrician, plumber, IT dept., lawyer...in pretty much that order. And if my cable modem ever shorts out the wiring, which in turn makes the bathtub clog up, and someone slips on the overflowed water and sues me, it would be nice to know I'm covered.

So my mind works in weird ways. Wait until I have a lawyer on retainer, then sue me.

An Interesting Vacation

So we left on Friday morning at 1:50 am and arrived at our destination, La Mesa California, at about 12:30 pm. We deciede to eat at this nice little place called Mario's, and I get sick. We got back to the hotel at 5 and I woke up at 11 took some Tylenol and woke up the next morning at 7. So first day was kinda sucky. However the next day we went to the beach and walked around the board walk, Gary went swimming in the ocean, which was insane, and Jack and I watched. We then went and ate at this cute little sushi place, where Jack proceeded to get food poisening. The next day we rode the trolley and went to the mall, where Gary, Jack, Ryan, and Meg got kicked out of this one store because they weren't going to buy anything. I had a talk with the manager about customer service and we left. Our trip had some bad spots but it was nice to get out of Las Cruces for a little while. I miss waking up that early on my own. I can't seem to do it now. It was beautiful in the morning, even if it was because of the smog. I feel refreshed though and ready to start myself on a new track.

Super...right.

Yeah, so, Sunday. That was retarded. A note to all readers: if a complete stranger asks you for a ride to Mexico, do not take them. Also, do not buy them car parts with your debit card expecting the check they wrote you to be valid. That is all.

Isn't life near the border exciting?

So Fucking Depressing

A friend of mine once stated that all old people should be sent to the moon under the premise that it would be good for everyone. I didn't understand, so I asked further. He simply told me that it would be good for their joints and we wouldn't have to deal with them anymore. The only thing I could say at that point was how very true it was. I suppose I should have stated a very wise friend, or so I thought until he joined the Navy. Silly Dallas Jackson. It might have been better then Brians approach, which is standing outside their car window yelling until they clutch their chest and drive off crazily.

On a different note, yes I did get Mark to agree to teach me html. However, I will state here and now, that I have(edit; FK)n't peed on any piece of furniture or carpet. Except for that one time I was drunk and no one saw it. I suppose it's moments like that when I actually think I might be an acholoic. Or that people ask me what I'm doing for the weekend and state, hopefully getting drunk. Either way, I don't drink that often, but when I do, I make it count. I suppose that there is really not much else to say. My myspace page wasn't that bad. I just had paramour in it.



Oh what tangeled webs we weave when we first to decieve.

And now, some stuff

So, I'm pretty heavy into steampunk reading right now. Perdidio Street Station and The Scar are the last two books I finished. Currently reading Iron Council. I finally found The Difference Engine at Coas, so once I finish with the Mieville kick I'm starting that. It's an interesting contrast between psuedo-medieval fantasy and steampunk, especially where they intersect. Take Perdido Street Station. In the book, there is a group of standard adventurers. They don't factor heavily into the story, but it's a cotrast. Here is what was; now here is what will be.

Again, my feelings of inadequacy abound.

Never say "Maybe"

So, I promised Chanel I'd help her get a decent website and possibley teach her HTML. Me and my big mouth. Oh well, this should be an adventure.

She wants people to be able to comment on her daily happenings and soforth. I have told her that myspace is the symbol of all evil things on the internet. Specifically, her old myspace page was. Have you ever seen Strong Bad's website? Picture that, but with worse design and a screaming loud background (light blue, with stars and some guy on it) and oddly colored text (also light blue). Therefore we're doing things on TheLine for a while. If she behaves herself and doesn't pee the carpet, I might help her set up her own blog.

So, that's what's going on here. Nothing to see, nothing to say, so I'll say something anyway.