Who cares what psychiatrists write on walls?
So, Saturday the boys finally show up. Around 1230 in the AM. We play four gamestwo-on-two, Sammy and I VS Millie and Clint.
First game went to Sammy and me, 50-48.
Second game to Millie and Clint, 50-46.
Third game, me and Sammy got DUSTED 26-50.
Last game, 50-43Samuel and I.
The two maps we lost on were small mapslotsa twitch shooting, lotsa chaos. Run-N-Gun stuff. The two maps we won on, expansive maps, vehicle maps.
The last two maps we played were new to the four of us. Which is why we got so spanked in the third game. The last map, for the first ten minutes we were being skanked, down 30-10 or something.
This was because Clint and Millie found the sniper rifle (the spawn points were a mystery to Sammy and I) before us. The rocket launcher spawn point was almost always monitored.
Whilst scrambling for cover, i came across the Sniper Rifle spawn point. And that's when shit changed.
I'm not a run and gun guy. I'm not gonna take a SMG and run all about like a madman, dying more that killing. That's fucking stupid.
Sammy pretty much carries the teami averaged around 20 KPG (kills per game), Sammy was around 30 (der).
I also had an average life span of 3+ minutes, 3 KPD (kills per death) and my best spree was 7.
Sammy's average life was 40 seconds-a minute, .5 KPD, and his best spree was 3.
I'd much rather have a Shotgun and Sniper Rifle, running around on the outskirts of the map.
And that's all the geek yr gonna get for today.
I watched High Fidelity Friday Night, which inspired me to rearrange my DVD collection. I dont have as many DVD as Rob has albums, but... goddamn that was a hardish task. Previously they were in Actor/Director clumps, which made it kinda difficult to find a movie to watch.
They're now in alphabetical order.
And i'm gonna haveta buy another cheap-arse shelf sooni'm running outta space.
Ok, so i lied when i said 'That's all the geek...
Thinking about renewing my membership to BMGto get all the CDs that i've been craving, it's gonna be kinda hefty.
OR
I could enroll in the Columbia House thing. Cos i'm already a member of the DVD club.
But whatever.
My bank fucked up my accountAGAIN.
The first time, i was depositing a hundred bucks my checking account, keeping the rest out, and they deposited the hundred bucks AND cashed my check, giving me the full ammount.
(Check=300$, less 200$ cash = 100$ in account. They gave me the 300$ back and put 100$ in my account)
And now, i went to get 80 bucks out and found out i had 543$ in... now, i dont REALLY keep books so at any given time i could have between 10-50$ in the bank, but i have NO idea where this money came from. I havent put any money in that i havent usedi know i cant be 500$ bucks off.
I'm gonna give it a month and see if they correct it, if not... c'est la vie. I'm not a big capitalist, but i'm also someone that knows not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Fuck ethics, i needs the money, G.
Rented Penn & Teller: Bullshit!. It's a show they have on Showtime about them debunking frauds and such. Jerry has Showtime and we were talking about it. He said it was a shame that people take advantage of the ignorant.
I said the ignorant and weak.
He said that the people werent weak. That he'd have fallen for some of the scams and he isnt weak. That he's been conned before and that he doesnt consider himself weak.
I say everyone's weak in someway or anotherthat weakness is intrinsic to human nature. That it's not necessarily a bad thing. The cons use our base instincts to get us (SEE ALSO: viruses in porn on the 'net).
I told him his greed is a weakness.
He said most people are greedy.
I said that a more popular weakness doesnt make it less of a weakness.
I am a flawed human. I know it. I am weak. Doesnt make me lamei'm just a realist.
My new favorite comeback is Dude, i aint gotta prove shit to anyone.
Take that, bitches.
Biggest difference between me and Guey:
Guey thinks he knows shit, i know i dont.
I dont remember my first real crush. I dont remember my first real love. I find that odd. I dont remember ever saying I love you and actually meaning it (outside of parents and Sammy.. yes, i've told sammy that i love him... not in any, like gay wayou know what i'm saying).
I told Lori such, but i dont think i did. I wasnt in love with her, she was my Charlie.
So, when i have two dreams about someone, one of which was a trippy dream taking place in my workplace telling the person that i love them, i take notice.
I have a thing for accents. Imma accent-queen. There's this professor where i work, Pushpa, that has this really cool accentEnglish. She's prolly about 45-50 years old. Yeah.
And French women kill me.
I have a thing for English women named C/Kate:
Cate Blanchette.
Kate Winslett.
Kate Beckinsale.
Weird.
I'm going back to Normal tomorrow. Tomorrow night, around midnight. I know how to get therezam-bingbut I've gotta finalize my route. I know the way, i just need to know which lane i need to be in and when. Remember any landmarks/building/whatever as to avoid disorientation.
And i've gotta get used to driving a truck.
My parents are being kind enough to let me borrow their big, orange pickup trucksaying my lil Saturn is a bit too wonky for highway travel.
Their pumpkin-pickup has no CD player and i'm not to keen on the proportions or turning radius, but it is more powerful than a lil 4 cylinder Saturn.
So i've gotta get used to taking that.
Yeah.
Ehehgoing back to normal. That statement makes me giggle...on the inside.
Boop.
In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today
Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock
butt naked except I was wearing my socks
and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold
stand up and stretch look around this mess
my place has been a cage since she left me
make my way to the kitchen, start the coffee
then dip to the bathroom, begin the triple-s
and wash the previous evening off me
now out the shower, get dry, shove a q-tip in my ear
well, what do we have here?
it appears as if a piece of me has got motivation
ain't nothin' wrong with a little morning masturbation
fresh, dressed like fifty cents
clean and awake now I'm ready to commence
spark up the caffeine and nicotine binge
and that's pretty much the pattern of how the day begins
and I write for an hour, maybe half hour more
then put on my shoes and grab my key for the door
put my headphones on for this world I ignore
trek down the street towards the record store
"hey, bro - how you doing, anything new today?"
"nah man, how you been? it's the same old same again"
well, then I'll be gone, friend, I'll see you around
then I'm out, destination uptown
in the summertime the women wear a lot of skin
and if I sit in one spot I can take 'em all in
sometimes I even talk, to see if I can make one grin
if not, yo, it's cool I ain't gonna take it personally
from Anne Landers, to Ani DiFranco to Orphan Annie
I love all women, but most of them just can't stand me
I don't know, maybe it's my hair or my clothes
"...or maybe she noticed that you was diggin in you're nose..."
either way it's okay, I wasn't tryin' to get laid
I just wanted to say "I hope you have a great day"
and then she stopped with a smile that began to blush
"here, take my number, call me up, I'll come over and make you lunch"
I got up and headed down towards the book store
to check the titles, that my man Michael's got me lookin' for
my visit was short, 'cause I just couldn't feel
that cat behind the counter actin' like I'm here to steal
so I dipped back out into a cloud of tattoos
pierced body parts and colorful hairdos
and I questioned, did Babylon resemble this?
are we getting any closer to the end of the list?
a sensuous kiss, placed on apoco-lips
we teach them how to make a fist, but not to resist
and I'm wondering how'd we find this position
but people are people and I still love 'em, especially the women
onwards to the coffee shop, maybe Muddies for a refill and some
sociological studies
see the junkies, while they co-exist with the sobers
all the bugging of eyeballs, the shrugging of shoulders
and that's when I saw her, sippin' on water
I wanna kiss her mom just for having this daughter
excuse me miss, I don't mean to come across strong
but I've been waitin' a while and you've been taking too long
and she smiled and I began to blush
she asked if I'd like to go to the bathroom and make some love
and I got visions of us, and the mirror getting steamed
and that's the very moment I woke up from the dream
Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock
butt naked except I was wearing my socks
and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold
stand up and stretch and look for my soul
In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today
yessah!
GHA-I just read this in someone's journal:
Just finished a short video that depicts the creation of one of my cubist composite portraits and the model/collaborator's direct reaction.
God, i wish there was a smilie dipicting a head exploding from laughter. Someone went to film school.
This is why i'm never going to film school: I dont wanna turn into a pretentious film guy.
As Q.T. sez, I didn't go to film school, I went to films.
So, Saturday the boys finally show up. Around 1230 in the AM. We play four gamestwo-on-two, Sammy and I VS Millie and Clint.
First game went to Sammy and me, 50-48.
Second game to Millie and Clint, 50-46.
Third game, me and Sammy got DUSTED 26-50.
Last game, 50-43Samuel and I.
The two maps we lost on were small mapslotsa twitch shooting, lotsa chaos. Run-N-Gun stuff. The two maps we won on, expansive maps, vehicle maps.
The last two maps we played were new to the four of us. Which is why we got so spanked in the third game. The last map, for the first ten minutes we were being skanked, down 30-10 or something.
This was because Clint and Millie found the sniper rifle (the spawn points were a mystery to Sammy and I) before us. The rocket launcher spawn point was almost always monitored.
Whilst scrambling for cover, i came across the Sniper Rifle spawn point. And that's when shit changed.
I'm not a run and gun guy. I'm not gonna take a SMG and run all about like a madman, dying more that killing. That's fucking stupid.
Sammy pretty much carries the teami averaged around 20 KPG (kills per game), Sammy was around 30 (der).
I also had an average life span of 3+ minutes, 3 KPD (kills per death) and my best spree was 7.
Sammy's average life was 40 seconds-a minute, .5 KPD, and his best spree was 3.
I'd much rather have a Shotgun and Sniper Rifle, running around on the outskirts of the map.
And that's all the geek yr gonna get for today.
I watched High Fidelity Friday Night, which inspired me to rearrange my DVD collection. I dont have as many DVD as Rob has albums, but... goddamn that was a hardish task. Previously they were in Actor/Director clumps, which made it kinda difficult to find a movie to watch.
They're now in alphabetical order.
And i'm gonna haveta buy another cheap-arse shelf sooni'm running outta space.
Ok, so i lied when i said 'That's all the geek...
Thinking about renewing my membership to BMGto get all the CDs that i've been craving, it's gonna be kinda hefty.
OR
I could enroll in the Columbia House thing. Cos i'm already a member of the DVD club.
But whatever.
My bank fucked up my accountAGAIN.
The first time, i was depositing a hundred bucks my checking account, keeping the rest out, and they deposited the hundred bucks AND cashed my check, giving me the full ammount.
(Check=300$, less 200$ cash = 100$ in account. They gave me the 300$ back and put 100$ in my account)
And now, i went to get 80 bucks out and found out i had 543$ in... now, i dont REALLY keep books so at any given time i could have between 10-50$ in the bank, but i have NO idea where this money came from. I havent put any money in that i havent usedi know i cant be 500$ bucks off.
I'm gonna give it a month and see if they correct it, if not... c'est la vie. I'm not a big capitalist, but i'm also someone that knows not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Fuck ethics, i needs the money, G.
Rented Penn & Teller: Bullshit!. It's a show they have on Showtime about them debunking frauds and such. Jerry has Showtime and we were talking about it. He said it was a shame that people take advantage of the ignorant.
I said the ignorant and weak.
He said that the people werent weak. That he'd have fallen for some of the scams and he isnt weak. That he's been conned before and that he doesnt consider himself weak.
I say everyone's weak in someway or anotherthat weakness is intrinsic to human nature. That it's not necessarily a bad thing. The cons use our base instincts to get us (SEE ALSO: viruses in porn on the 'net).
I told him his greed is a weakness.
He said most people are greedy.
I said that a more popular weakness doesnt make it less of a weakness.
I am a flawed human. I know it. I am weak. Doesnt make me lamei'm just a realist.
My new favorite comeback is Dude, i aint gotta prove shit to anyone.
Take that, bitches.
Biggest difference between me and Guey:
Guey thinks he knows shit, i know i dont.
I dont remember my first real crush. I dont remember my first real love. I find that odd. I dont remember ever saying I love you and actually meaning it (outside of parents and Sammy.. yes, i've told sammy that i love him... not in any, like gay wayou know what i'm saying).
I told Lori such, but i dont think i did. I wasnt in love with her, she was my Charlie.
So, when i have two dreams about someone, one of which was a trippy dream taking place in my workplace telling the person that i love them, i take notice.
I have a thing for accents. Imma accent-queen. There's this professor where i work, Pushpa, that has this really cool accentEnglish. She's prolly about 45-50 years old. Yeah.
And French women kill me.
I have a thing for English women named C/Kate:
Cate Blanchette.
Kate Winslett.
Kate Beckinsale.
Weird.
I'm going back to Normal tomorrow. Tomorrow night, around midnight. I know how to get therezam-bingbut I've gotta finalize my route. I know the way, i just need to know which lane i need to be in and when. Remember any landmarks/building/whatever as to avoid disorientation.
And i've gotta get used to driving a truck.
My parents are being kind enough to let me borrow their big, orange pickup trucksaying my lil Saturn is a bit too wonky for highway travel.
Their pumpkin-pickup has no CD player and i'm not to keen on the proportions or turning radius, but it is more powerful than a lil 4 cylinder Saturn.
So i've gotta get used to taking that.
Yeah.
Ehehgoing back to normal. That statement makes me giggle...on the inside.
Boop.
In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today
Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock
butt naked except I was wearing my socks
and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold
stand up and stretch look around this mess
my place has been a cage since she left me
make my way to the kitchen, start the coffee
then dip to the bathroom, begin the triple-s
and wash the previous evening off me
now out the shower, get dry, shove a q-tip in my ear
well, what do we have here?
it appears as if a piece of me has got motivation
ain't nothin' wrong with a little morning masturbation
fresh, dressed like fifty cents
clean and awake now I'm ready to commence
spark up the caffeine and nicotine binge
and that's pretty much the pattern of how the day begins
and I write for an hour, maybe half hour more
then put on my shoes and grab my key for the door
put my headphones on for this world I ignore
trek down the street towards the record store
"hey, bro - how you doing, anything new today?"
"nah man, how you been? it's the same old same again"
well, then I'll be gone, friend, I'll see you around
then I'm out, destination uptown
in the summertime the women wear a lot of skin
and if I sit in one spot I can take 'em all in
sometimes I even talk, to see if I can make one grin
if not, yo, it's cool I ain't gonna take it personally
from Anne Landers, to Ani DiFranco to Orphan Annie
I love all women, but most of them just can't stand me
I don't know, maybe it's my hair or my clothes
"...or maybe she noticed that you was diggin in you're nose..."
either way it's okay, I wasn't tryin' to get laid
I just wanted to say "I hope you have a great day"
and then she stopped with a smile that began to blush
"here, take my number, call me up, I'll come over and make you lunch"
I got up and headed down towards the book store
to check the titles, that my man Michael's got me lookin' for
my visit was short, 'cause I just couldn't feel
that cat behind the counter actin' like I'm here to steal
so I dipped back out into a cloud of tattoos
pierced body parts and colorful hairdos
and I questioned, did Babylon resemble this?
are we getting any closer to the end of the list?
a sensuous kiss, placed on apoco-lips
we teach them how to make a fist, but not to resist
and I'm wondering how'd we find this position
but people are people and I still love 'em, especially the women
onwards to the coffee shop, maybe Muddies for a refill and some
sociological studies
see the junkies, while they co-exist with the sobers
all the bugging of eyeballs, the shrugging of shoulders
and that's when I saw her, sippin' on water
I wanna kiss her mom just for having this daughter
excuse me miss, I don't mean to come across strong
but I've been waitin' a while and you've been taking too long
and she smiled and I began to blush
she asked if I'd like to go to the bathroom and make some love
and I got visions of us, and the mirror getting steamed
and that's the very moment I woke up from the dream
Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock
butt naked except I was wearing my socks
and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold
stand up and stretch and look for my soul
In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today
yessah!
GHA-I just read this in someone's journal:
Just finished a short video that depicts the creation of one of my cubist composite portraits and the model/collaborator's direct reaction.
God, i wish there was a smilie dipicting a head exploding from laughter. Someone went to film school.
This is why i'm never going to film school: I dont wanna turn into a pretentious film guy.
As Q.T. sez, I didn't go to film school, I went to films.
That dead apartment was damn cool. A little narrow and not much light in some places, but great for parties. I was paying $1200 CAD for it. I suppose around $975 US. A good chunk of money, however, when compared to paying $2,200 when I lived in Washington D.C.....
The pictures didn't turn out as bad as I wished. They are going to gut the place entirely. It is a gonner. My new place is OK much more light and cheaper. And it doesn't smell like smoke and rotting carpet.
it is exit 165 bitches... look it up, stay on right side of 74, and take the chicago side, then the next two exits are 164 and 165a! call me when you get in,
"Biggest difference between me and Guey:
Guey thinks he knows shit, i know i dont. "
the wise man knows he knows noting"
no go young grasshopper and spread the wisdom .....or just the wiz?