I have a test tomorrow. Some EPA Refrigerant handling test for my werk. I can't focus on it. I even have practice tests and a highlighted study guide. Still can focus. I put in earbuds and tuned the world out. I still keep catching myself staring at the page spacing out. I don't even realize it until I've killed 5 minutes off in la la land. Fawk.

-Where's the damn Space Cadet smiley?

Sweet bajeebus. 7 months since my last bloggity thing. Yeah, long time. It's not like I have many friends that would view it, but therein lies the problem: you reap what you sow. I won't make any friends by hanging around on the outside, looking in. My SG activity has included looking at the sets, a few blogs, and following a few group threads. Ballocks! No more.

No more Mr. Creepy. Squeak is right in her latest blog, there's a whole community in here. Odds are good that there are lots of people I'd like to meet and get to know. And, hopefully, some peeps that would like to get to know me

So, without further adooo...

-AngryChickenLicker

I was gonna edit my last blog with this little update, then remembered that it should just be it's own blog. Money.

So I asked my roomie to help me troubleshoot my bike. He's been riding and tinkering with bikes for most of his 51 years (old dood, yes, but good people). We started checking all the spark plugs, and found one that was bad. I decided to just get 4 new ones (at $3 a piece, why not?). We got them installed just fine but the bike still wouldn't start. It wanted to, though. After trying to start it we could smell the gas, which means it isn't the fuel. Also checked the air filter not too long ago. That leaves the spark. Checked the sparks on different plugs and narrowed it down to one of the Ignition Coils going bad (the coils distribute electricity down to the spark plugs, for those that don't know). That means that when I get my power drop, two of the 4 cylinders aren't firing and my 550cc becomes a really heavy 275cc, lol/cry. Could only order a new one from a dealership. It'll take 5-7 business days to get here and cost just over 2 hundo. Fucking ridonkulous. PERFECT riding weather for the next week, too.

Asshole coil.

Love Monkey

Damn, almost 7 months since my last bloggity thing. Can't say I'm too worried about it. Really not much going on to tell my whole audience of, what, 5 people? Ha! However, I've recently had a few blog-worthy happenings... happen.

First off: My computer has been having some troubles of late, mostly the bad memory and random freezing up that may or may not be linked to said bad memory. Today though, I decided to run some Musical RAM Slots. In the process, I guess I cleared up whatever was wrong and I'm typing on my righteous rig right meow. No hiccups or anything yet. That gets a w00t: -w00t-

Next up... I BOUGHT A MOTORCYCLE!! Sooo stoked. Been riding my 1980 Suzuki GS550L as much as I can. The only bummer is that there's some odd kind of power draw problem I've been having. With the way it's behaving, I think it might be a lack of either fuel or air. I'm hoping that it's just some old gunked up gas that's getting burned up. Got the word out to some mechanically minded friends and they're helping me figure it out. Other than that, the bike runs fantastic.

Last... I hate all the goddamn Asian barbers around here that can't speak enough English. Today, I go into one just up the block that I've been to several times during my last year in the Air Force. I ask for "Short, but not military-buzz short." She points at the haircut poster on the wall.
Aw damn.
I point at one and tell her like this, but without [this an that]. She nods and says "OK." Great! I sit and she's cutting. But then I can feel that she's not cutting what I told her to. I figure she might still get it, so I wait. She says she's done and I take one glance in the mirror and instantly say "Yeah, not so much this. More like this (hand motions)." She cuts, I then look. Closer, but not quite. Liiiiitle more from here. She sighs one of those painfully obvious sighs of frustration and begins cutting. But her grip on my head is noticeably more firm and less patient/gentle, and the shaver has sped up.
Oh fuck, I just pissed off my barber. Great.
She's mumbling about it not being the third cut, and why couldn't I just choose the right one in the first place, and how it was a waste of time. I bite my tongue and just want to get the hell out of there. She's done and tells me what she cut (NOT THE ONE I ASKED FOR) so I can just tell her "6 on top, 1 on sides" next time. I look at myself and see that I look like a goddamn marine (no offense to Marines, not too much anyways). Insta-Pissed. I pay and leave. Fucking barber bitch. Ruined my day. I feel like wearing a beanie in public, like I'm ashamed or some stupid shit. Rawr.

But whateva. I got high as all shit and played Battlefield 1943 on XBOX Live. Badly. So rad.
And I rode my bike, and it was good. [The next day, not while high]

So that's about it. Still werking on my pilot's license. Closer every day. Still don't have a damn job. Still play WAY too many games.

And now for my signoff of random smilies.

Well well kiddies. I haven't posted me a blog in a good little while. I guess an update might be in order for t hose that actually READ the tripe I manage to put up.

Got my new computer and it is nothing short of glorious. plays the games I like at the graphics setting I love. And all on a nice 22" wide screen LCD monitor. Gaming goodness through and through.

I've also gotten back into my flight school. The other day I finished the first big part of my ground school. So, academically, I'm ready to solo! Just have a bit more flying to do first. Oh, speaking of which, the other day I was flying with a new instructor (my first time doing pattern work and working the radios, and both at the same time; intense) and after we were done flying he was signing off my logbook and suddenly paused and said, "whoa..." I asked what was the matter? He said for the amount of control I had and with how well I was picking up new things, he was expecting to see a LOT more hours (I currently have 8.2), and that usually people with that many hours are still trying to figure out how to hover, much less fly in a traffic pattern while making radio calls and dealing with traffic simultaneously. That made my fucking year! A good start anyways. Turns out I actually AM awesome. Whudda thunkit?

+ =

Fuck I'm bored. I can't decide what to do. I suppose I don't really WANT to do anything other than get my new computer. I hate that, but I knew it would happen. I knew I'd order the damn thing (regardless of a premade setup or each part individually) and not be able to think about anything else until it gets here. Damn kids and their toys...

Mmm, peckish. Don't wanna put shoes on or start my car to go anywhere. Fuckin' lazy bastard.

I don't even feel like putting in a proper end to this bloggishy thing I've got going here.

Ah phooey. Posted.

So my laptop has been on the fritz for the last few days. Might be a week already. I can't figure out what it is, much less how to fix it. I'm thinking of formatting, but I'm really not sure if that will fix the problem.

So, I was browsing for a new desktop and saw one I really liked. I didn't think I'd have enough money, but when I crunched some numbers it turned out I did. So I bought it. It should be here in about 2 weeks. Hopefully sooner.

Joy! I've wanted a nice new rig for a while now. So stoked.

So for now, I'll be relying on my 360 to get my gaming fix. I can still surf the net, watch videos, and do my online classes on my lappy here. Once my new rig is up and running I'll try to figure out this silly problem. Another victim of modern technology.

Robot-Monkey

So I first thought I'd be a loser and end up spending x-mas alone. Lame, I know. But, I've had numerous offers from my awesome (and slightly less-than-awesome) friends. So tomorrow I'm going to a little get together at one friend's place, and Thursday I'll be hanging out at my buddy Jim's place. We'll have a nice dinner, get high, and play video games all day. Sounds as good a holiday as any!

Party on, Wayne.

Puking-Alien.

Oh MAN so much snow everywhere. We got like 6 inches of fresh powder last night. It's not snowing now, but the weatherpeoples say it's going to again tonight. Good thing I don't have to really go anywhere! My shit is staying home and playing games until the End Time... which is when I go to bed.

Three-eyed-chicken-monkey

Know what sucks? Homework.
Know what blows? Homework that's late, and I am incapable of finishing. Even if it was on time, I still couldn't -finish- it. Stupid crappy damn English paper...

Know what will help? A bong hit. Ok, it won't really help, but I'll sure as shit feel better!

It's alright, though, because I get to go fly a helicopter tomorrow. For some silly reason that one hour of flight time makes any troubles I have disappear. I can leave them on the ground and immerse myself in the most satisfyingly intense experiences I've ever had. Each new flight more so than the last. To think that I'm going to be doing this for a living fills me with more motivation than I ever remember having.

Certainly more motivation than I have to finish this stupid crappy damn English paper. I on you paper.

Captain Rambling Tangent strikes again!