Steve's Journal
Read it, or die trying
The Good News
I was sttruck with a script idea that's badassical. Good news for me, bad news for the poor suckers who may end up watching the thing. I'm not sure when I'll have time to write it though. New job, moving, school. Plus, I'm already working on a project that Add wrote. Meh, I'll get around to it eventually.
The Bad News
There's about an 85 percent chance that I have tumors in my mouth. I've had a decent sized lump and 4 small ones in my bottom lip for about 6 weeks or more. There are red splotches on the inside of my lip, which is supposed to be bad. I won't qualify for medical insurance at my work until I'm hired on permanately in 2 months, so there's really no use in worrying about it at the moment. Given where they're at, they can be removed through minor surgery. I've been resisting the urge to bite them off, cus I'd prefer to get a pathologists opinion. Even if it is cancer, I won't need chemo or radiation unless they find more in my mouth somewhere. It's funny, I quit dipping and chew a few years back, because I saw a guy with no bottom lip. Too little, too late I suppose.
The Ugly
Yet again, I've fallen behind on the journalizing, but with good reason for once. I've been packing all my crap up this week, getting ready to move on Saturday. Which sucks, seeing as I have nowhere to move to. If this isn't my last entry, it'll at least be my second to last for a while. I unplug the computer Friday night, and it could be 3 or 4 weeks of hotel living before I can afford the security deposit on a new place. Damn you Sam and Heather! Damn you for getting engaged and ruining my living situation!!! I love this apartment too. If I could afford 1750 by myself, I'd just stay here.
This Is Funny, So That I Don't Have To Be
No cartoon today
I haven't been on the net for a while. Crap, now my journal has no funny.
FOTD
This issues prestigious FOTD goes to Add. I believe he's the only member to have set foot in my apartment. And on several occasions as well. So, as compensation for suffering those horrors, it's about time he got his name up here. Stop by and leave him a comment, but hurry, your time is short. He's poor like me, and will be gone soon. But he's a really cool guy, and was foolish enough to ask me to work on some short films with him. That poor bastard.
FOTD Archive
Don't forget the ever pleasant LieLock, Oddyophile, buttonbutton, and SarcasticMenace as well!
What I've Been Listening To
Type-O Negative-October Rust
There's some songs on here that would be badass for a movie soundtrack. Why is that whenever I hear music, I always visual the sort of scene it would be perfect for, but then I'm too dumb to be able to write the scene?
The Pharcyde-Labcabincalifornia
Hell yeah.
The Last Thing I Watched
Almost Famous
One of the few movies I have left after The Great DVD Sale of '05. Lot of good selling my collection did, considering I still have to move out.
This Never Really Happened
Will not apear in this issue. It has been momentarily replaced by....
This Honestly Really Did Happen!
I had an awesome weekend! All SG related too. Saturday afternoon was spent performing a variety of activities, ranging from sitting, to standing and even lying down! Wow. Saturday night, however, was a different story. I deposited my paycheck so I could make it down to the South Bay area for Nofiradio's kareoke night. I got there right around 9, and grabbed a seat at the bar next to three guys who seemed the type that would get a reception like Norm from Cheers whenever they walked in the dive. I sat there for a while with nobody even remotely SG memberish in sight. I made a few calls, but nobody I knew was coming down. So I was all by my lonesome.
Enter bijoux. She came in and grabbed a seat at the bar. I had a feeling she was from SG, but, "Excuse me, are you here from the porn site?" just isn't a very good ice breaker. Well.... At least not when you're serious. So I went out to make more phone calls. That's when a guy passed by who looked suspiciously like Nofiradio.
After that, everyone started showing up. I got to meet Meladoree, Scoots, Geraldine and someone else who's name I never caught.
Over the course of the evening, I discovered that a loud bar is not the best place to carry on a conversation when yiou've lost 35% of your hearing from blowing stuff up for a living. Other than that, though, it was awesome. I met some really cool people, Nofi sang an excellent rendition of The Dead Milkmen's Punk Rock Girl, and it was the first time I ever saw a bar close early because of a fight. Sweet.
Then on Sunday, I went to Toxicboy's birthday bash. We ate a mexican restaurant with good food, bad mixed drinks, and no flan. Then we partied it up at The Burgandy Room. LTrain was feeling sick, and had to go home, so that sucked. But we did run into Maxx, and he lost his pants. So that was cool.
Sunday is the new Wednsday. Apparently.
Randomly Placed Image
Who's that ugly kid next to Adam? I'm not sure, but aparently he's just had an idea.
Random Ramblings
So, Sam's friend Wes came over last night, and I had the priveledge of witnessing a telephone conversation between he and his roomate. It caught my attention when Wes started yelling into the phone, "GIVE ME YOUR SURFBOARD!GIVEMEYOURSURFBOARD!GIVEMEYOURSURFBOARD!GIVEMEYOURSURFBOARD!"
This went on for a while, then stopped abruptly. Wes stood there listening, then said happily, "Balls dude," and hung up.
Balls Dude. What the fuck? Why haven't I been ending conversations this way?! Me. The Steve. Pioneer of fake words and abstract greetings. Yet I've never thought to use the phrase, "Balls dude," to convey my happiness. Sure I've toyed with phrases like, "Rock on with your bad self," and, "Shitmuthafuckagawdamn!" but nothing like, "Balls dude". Nothing of that caliber. Hell, the only times I even use the word balls are for things like, "Sonuvabitch! You hit me in the balls!" or, "Sonuvabitch! That foreign object hit me in the balls!" It never struck me to use it as a salutation. How'd you get so low Steve. Damnit. How'd you fall so far?
So, long story short. Yeah, I'm gonna start saying, "Balls dude." If you know what's good for you.... You'll do likewise. Or you can stick with your boring, old fashioned, "Good bye". How pathetic.
True
-I hate being explained things I already know. I've found that training at my work consists of people telling me things I already know how to do, because I just watched them do the damn thing 5 minutes ago. Then I get pissed and make my GRRRRR! face and say, "Yeah! I got it!" I'm surprised they don't hate me yet.
-I hate jewlery on me, hence the empty holes in my ears, but I'm a huge friggin watch snob. I suppose I'm a belt snob too. Meh, whatever.
-I just pissed like 5 minutes ago. It's a fact.
False
-Rubber cement tastes like candy.
-Mushrooms are awesome.
-I know what I'm talking about.
Balls dude.
Read it, or die trying
The Good News
I was sttruck with a script idea that's badassical. Good news for me, bad news for the poor suckers who may end up watching the thing. I'm not sure when I'll have time to write it though. New job, moving, school. Plus, I'm already working on a project that Add wrote. Meh, I'll get around to it eventually.
The Bad News
There's about an 85 percent chance that I have tumors in my mouth. I've had a decent sized lump and 4 small ones in my bottom lip for about 6 weeks or more. There are red splotches on the inside of my lip, which is supposed to be bad. I won't qualify for medical insurance at my work until I'm hired on permanately in 2 months, so there's really no use in worrying about it at the moment. Given where they're at, they can be removed through minor surgery. I've been resisting the urge to bite them off, cus I'd prefer to get a pathologists opinion. Even if it is cancer, I won't need chemo or radiation unless they find more in my mouth somewhere. It's funny, I quit dipping and chew a few years back, because I saw a guy with no bottom lip. Too little, too late I suppose.
The Ugly
Yet again, I've fallen behind on the journalizing, but with good reason for once. I've been packing all my crap up this week, getting ready to move on Saturday. Which sucks, seeing as I have nowhere to move to. If this isn't my last entry, it'll at least be my second to last for a while. I unplug the computer Friday night, and it could be 3 or 4 weeks of hotel living before I can afford the security deposit on a new place. Damn you Sam and Heather! Damn you for getting engaged and ruining my living situation!!! I love this apartment too. If I could afford 1750 by myself, I'd just stay here.
This Is Funny, So That I Don't Have To Be
No cartoon today
I haven't been on the net for a while. Crap, now my journal has no funny.
FOTD
This issues prestigious FOTD goes to Add. I believe he's the only member to have set foot in my apartment. And on several occasions as well. So, as compensation for suffering those horrors, it's about time he got his name up here. Stop by and leave him a comment, but hurry, your time is short. He's poor like me, and will be gone soon. But he's a really cool guy, and was foolish enough to ask me to work on some short films with him. That poor bastard.
FOTD Archive
Don't forget the ever pleasant LieLock, Oddyophile, buttonbutton, and SarcasticMenace as well!
What I've Been Listening To
Type-O Negative-October Rust
There's some songs on here that would be badass for a movie soundtrack. Why is that whenever I hear music, I always visual the sort of scene it would be perfect for, but then I'm too dumb to be able to write the scene?
The Pharcyde-Labcabincalifornia
Hell yeah.
The Last Thing I Watched
Almost Famous
One of the few movies I have left after The Great DVD Sale of '05. Lot of good selling my collection did, considering I still have to move out.
This Never Really Happened
Will not apear in this issue. It has been momentarily replaced by....
This Honestly Really Did Happen!
I had an awesome weekend! All SG related too. Saturday afternoon was spent performing a variety of activities, ranging from sitting, to standing and even lying down! Wow. Saturday night, however, was a different story. I deposited my paycheck so I could make it down to the South Bay area for Nofiradio's kareoke night. I got there right around 9, and grabbed a seat at the bar next to three guys who seemed the type that would get a reception like Norm from Cheers whenever they walked in the dive. I sat there for a while with nobody even remotely SG memberish in sight. I made a few calls, but nobody I knew was coming down. So I was all by my lonesome.
Enter bijoux. She came in and grabbed a seat at the bar. I had a feeling she was from SG, but, "Excuse me, are you here from the porn site?" just isn't a very good ice breaker. Well.... At least not when you're serious. So I went out to make more phone calls. That's when a guy passed by who looked suspiciously like Nofiradio.
After that, everyone started showing up. I got to meet Meladoree, Scoots, Geraldine and someone else who's name I never caught.
Over the course of the evening, I discovered that a loud bar is not the best place to carry on a conversation when yiou've lost 35% of your hearing from blowing stuff up for a living. Other than that, though, it was awesome. I met some really cool people, Nofi sang an excellent rendition of The Dead Milkmen's Punk Rock Girl, and it was the first time I ever saw a bar close early because of a fight. Sweet.
Then on Sunday, I went to Toxicboy's birthday bash. We ate a mexican restaurant with good food, bad mixed drinks, and no flan. Then we partied it up at The Burgandy Room. LTrain was feeling sick, and had to go home, so that sucked. But we did run into Maxx, and he lost his pants. So that was cool.
Sunday is the new Wednsday. Apparently.
Randomly Placed Image
Who's that ugly kid next to Adam? I'm not sure, but aparently he's just had an idea.
Random Ramblings
So, Sam's friend Wes came over last night, and I had the priveledge of witnessing a telephone conversation between he and his roomate. It caught my attention when Wes started yelling into the phone, "GIVE ME YOUR SURFBOARD!GIVEMEYOURSURFBOARD!GIVEMEYOURSURFBOARD!GIVEMEYOURSURFBOARD!"
This went on for a while, then stopped abruptly. Wes stood there listening, then said happily, "Balls dude," and hung up.
Balls Dude. What the fuck? Why haven't I been ending conversations this way?! Me. The Steve. Pioneer of fake words and abstract greetings. Yet I've never thought to use the phrase, "Balls dude," to convey my happiness. Sure I've toyed with phrases like, "Rock on with your bad self," and, "Shitmuthafuckagawdamn!" but nothing like, "Balls dude". Nothing of that caliber. Hell, the only times I even use the word balls are for things like, "Sonuvabitch! You hit me in the balls!" or, "Sonuvabitch! That foreign object hit me in the balls!" It never struck me to use it as a salutation. How'd you get so low Steve. Damnit. How'd you fall so far?
So, long story short. Yeah, I'm gonna start saying, "Balls dude." If you know what's good for you.... You'll do likewise. Or you can stick with your boring, old fashioned, "Good bye". How pathetic.
True
-I hate being explained things I already know. I've found that training at my work consists of people telling me things I already know how to do, because I just watched them do the damn thing 5 minutes ago. Then I get pissed and make my GRRRRR! face and say, "Yeah! I got it!" I'm surprised they don't hate me yet.
-I hate jewlery on me, hence the empty holes in my ears, but I'm a huge friggin watch snob. I suppose I'm a belt snob too. Meh, whatever.
-I just pissed like 5 minutes ago. It's a fact.
False
-Rubber cement tastes like candy.
-Mushrooms are awesome.
-I know what I'm talking about.
Balls dude.
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No hope of getting to a doctor before you have insurance? The sooner the better on those kinds of things.