Sitting around alone today, listening to Tom Waits and cleaning my place. Can I get any more self-consciously alienated?
I AM A JESUS-BOX MY BLADE IS TRUE MY HEART IS COLD MY MISSION WILL OUTLAST MY FLESH BEEP BEEP BEEP
Today I swept up the rest of the ant corpses. See, I imposed a systematic killing spree upon the poor bastards, and they all died around my last entry. (Chillng, I know. Synchronicity, who'd've guessed?) I was able to mop up most of the corpses, but some of them stuck to the floor. So I waited a couple of days until they'd be well-and-truly dessicated and swept 'em up into a big pile. Around this time someone knocked on my door, and I was a wonderful host. ("You wanna see some sick shit, man? It's fuckin' nasty!")
I curse too much. That occured to me the other day when I was carrying my groceries home and someone offered to help me for part of the way. After gratefully accepting his help, I went on a rant about how fuckin' stupid I was for not having realized I could have bought the goddamn x and y over here, etc. Where ARE my manners? Emily Post, oh god, you haunt my dreams with stark clarity. Begone...
The walk with this gentleman was quite nice. He was talking to me about how he's doing research this summer for a prof. He's using a computer program to track certain trends in ideas. He tracks how frequently they recur in history, because they're defining an idea's success by its ability to propogate throughout history. He told me that the one patent that has been referenced more often than any other in other patents is:
the inkjet printer. (defined as: using computer impulses to place ink onto a printer, vs. a dot matrix printer [which uses tape], many fax machines, etc, or other printing devies).
I found that incredibly interesting. It's funny that the one item so closely related to the evolution of technology has been the ability to physically record its progress.
(Hey Scylla! Some mofos would pay to see you intellectually jerk it. *fwap fwap fwap*)
Pirate Thursday was awesome. I haven't gone in forever. It was a dearly departed-o-rama, what with it being pour-out-a-40-for-Louise, my going with mid-under-score-Nex, and a veritable roster of who's who in the best of forced anon. Woo, social gathering are great, especially when alcohol-centric.
The SG Sleepover last night was THE SHIT. Ryan, Siren, Germany, Violet, Anais, Tawyna, Polly, Kara, Adore, Roxy, Brandy, Zona ... all in ONE SEXY PLACE. Shizzle. There were cameras, indeed. (Although they weren't as out in full force once the actual boob-grabbingly sexy ORGY took place).
And that brings us to this point in time, passive audience members. Hippos all over the place. It's 'nam all over again.
*grabs speargun* I'm off to see the Beast.
25 days!
I AM A JESUS-BOX MY BLADE IS TRUE MY HEART IS COLD MY MISSION WILL OUTLAST MY FLESH BEEP BEEP BEEP
Today I swept up the rest of the ant corpses. See, I imposed a systematic killing spree upon the poor bastards, and they all died around my last entry. (Chillng, I know. Synchronicity, who'd've guessed?) I was able to mop up most of the corpses, but some of them stuck to the floor. So I waited a couple of days until they'd be well-and-truly dessicated and swept 'em up into a big pile. Around this time someone knocked on my door, and I was a wonderful host. ("You wanna see some sick shit, man? It's fuckin' nasty!")
I curse too much. That occured to me the other day when I was carrying my groceries home and someone offered to help me for part of the way. After gratefully accepting his help, I went on a rant about how fuckin' stupid I was for not having realized I could have bought the goddamn x and y over here, etc. Where ARE my manners? Emily Post, oh god, you haunt my dreams with stark clarity. Begone...
The walk with this gentleman was quite nice. He was talking to me about how he's doing research this summer for a prof. He's using a computer program to track certain trends in ideas. He tracks how frequently they recur in history, because they're defining an idea's success by its ability to propogate throughout history. He told me that the one patent that has been referenced more often than any other in other patents is:
the inkjet printer. (defined as: using computer impulses to place ink onto a printer, vs. a dot matrix printer [which uses tape], many fax machines, etc, or other printing devies).
I found that incredibly interesting. It's funny that the one item so closely related to the evolution of technology has been the ability to physically record its progress.
(Hey Scylla! Some mofos would pay to see you intellectually jerk it. *fwap fwap fwap*)
Pirate Thursday was awesome. I haven't gone in forever. It was a dearly departed-o-rama, what with it being pour-out-a-40-for-Louise, my going with mid-under-score-Nex, and a veritable roster of who's who in the best of forced anon. Woo, social gathering are great, especially when alcohol-centric.
The SG Sleepover last night was THE SHIT. Ryan, Siren, Germany, Violet, Anais, Tawyna, Polly, Kara, Adore, Roxy, Brandy, Zona ... all in ONE SEXY PLACE. Shizzle. There were cameras, indeed. (Although they weren't as out in full force once the actual boob-grabbingly sexy ORGY took place).
And that brings us to this point in time, passive audience members. Hippos all over the place. It's 'nam all over again.
*grabs speargun* I'm off to see the Beast.
25 days!
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I was voted the most profain member of my class this year. My classmates complained that instead of punctuating my sentences, i said fuck. To start and end sentences. All exclamations.
You know what i said? Fuck that! lol