Sorry to so blatantly rip off their title for this minisaga, but it’s just something that had to be done. There are not many things on these internets that just blow my socks right off my farking feet. So few, in fact, that I often blog about them as soon as my knees quit knocking together. Well, for this entry, there’s a pillow between my legs and a bedpan under me, cause it’s just that freakin awesome.
Welcome to the Scene. This site is host to a web drama about the insider world of not just file sharing, but how the files get to the internet in the first place. It’s the world of illegal copies of DVD’s, of people who don’t even know each other’s first names, but trust them to make themselves famous, of the lies, deceit, and trickery that can go on over the internet. And, it’s riveting. It’s something that will have you grabbing the edge of your seat, because the drama is so enveloping. As Andy said, “You never would have thought that watching an IRC chat would be so intense.” And he’s right. If you have some time, and are a little bit of a geek, head over to the website, download some of the episodes (they do go in order), and see where it takes you. I watched all 10 that are already released today, and can’t wait for #11 to come out in early August.

Anyone who has seen me or seen pictures of me (btw, comments are now turned on in my gallery so you can let me know of my stupidity) know I’m a pretty hefty guy. Weighing in at 240, around 6’2″, I’m not a small man by any means. And being big means I have a big appetite. Usually, when pizza is involved I can eat half of a pizza without thinking anything of it. There’s just nothing there that fills me up. Today, well today was pivotal in my life as a pizza conniseur. Instead of that half a pizza, today I was triumphed by one slice. But this was no ordinary slice, it was a slice of Double Stuff from a local joint called Matt B’s. Anyone who frequents the Murray area knows of it’s massively proportioned sizes, and how quickly it can fill a person up. I thought I knew every trick they had until I walked in today and ordered. When I was presented with my slice, I almost passed out. The piece had to weigh almost a pound. And, my dear friends, I barely finished it. It took one slice to whoop me today. I’m still feeling semi full because of it, and it’s been a full 6 hours since I started on the behemoth. I can tell you one thing. If I’m ever down to my last 3.75, it’s Thursday and I have to make it to Friday so I can get paid, that thing would be my next three meals easily.
And if you are in Murray, go in on Thursday and get one of these slices. It’s worth every penny.

If I still filed these away in categories, this one would have to go into “Tech”. I’ve been trying this Linux thing here lately, just to see what it’s all about. I got forced into it in the spring semester, when I was taking one of my TSM courses. We used what the Linuxheads call “The last real version of Red Hat”, Red Hat 9. It was okay. I liked it. Different from all the Windows bull and noise. But, this whole Open Source thing started to intrigue me. Linux started looking cool. So, finally, I took the plunge. I installed Fedora Core 4 on Deezil1, giving it the computer name Deezil1b. And I really really like it. So much, that I think Windows’ days are numbered, at least for a while. It’s time for a change, and this is the kinda change that I want.

Work sucks. And it’s not just the idiot folk in the class any more. Those people I can deal with. I’ve learned the smile-and-nod that works so well for me. They enjoy my thorough but quick answers, and I enjoy the quickness with which I can handle them. It works well for us.
What I’m kvetching about today is the inherent stupidity of the tasks I am being asked to do while I whittle away at my hours in the office. I work 16 hours a week answering phones, researching things for various faculty (mostly Batts and Raj), and taking care of some of the housekeeping procedures that keep this office running efficiently. That’s all well and good. The stress comes from the person that sits behind me, eerily peering over my shoulder as I do everything.
The secretary has it out for me.
Given, she’s 9 months pregnant and ready to drop this kid like a bad habit, but still, she could be a little more cordial with myself and the other worker up here. She’s short with everyone right now, and I’m not taking too kindly to it. She’ll have me run somewhere in the building, and as soon as I get back, have me run in the same general area again. Knowing full well she could have waited the two and a half minutes that it would have taken her to get delivery two ready, and sent me off into the wild blue yonder with two brown envelopes instead of one.
She doesn’t like the fact that I ask who’s calling. Pardon me, but I thought proper procedure before you hand the phone off to whomever is to receive this call was to get the person’s name, so that the new recipient wouldn’t be totally clueless. My Bad.
She doesn’t like that I bring my own computer. She just has this look of “WTFishedoing” on her face whenever I tote my black nylon bag in for the morning.
She doesn’t like the fact that I have to be told what to do. Well, seeing as I’m just temp hire up here for the summer, I don’t know all the gozinta’s and the gozouta’s of the system. Hence, I have to be shown what needs to be taken care of. Maybe in another year, when I come back for temp hire next summer, I’ll have it all down.
I don’t like the fact that after a year here, she still knows where almost nothing that isn’t contained behind her desk is. Case-in-point, I asked for a change of catalog form this morning. She knows not where they are, but pointed me in some general direction that didn’t even contain what I was looking for.
I don’t like the fact that she makes everyone deal with her pregnancy. Her husband must be at his wit’s end.
I don’t like the fact that the first thing she does in the morning is to call and talk to every one of her extended family. Every One. She makes at least 5 calls a morning updating people on baby. She can either do that before she leaves, or after she goes home at noon.
I don’t like the fact that she can traipse (I’ve always loved that word, and I just learned how to spell it today) in here 10 minutes late when she stops to talk to her mother-in-law who works on the first floor, but when I come in, panting and doubled over cause I had to bike like my ass was on fire to get here, I get an evil eye.
I don’t like working here any more. I want to quit, but since I have two other jobs here in the department, the politick of me leaving this job and keeping the other two would be beastly.
Sorry to bitch, but it’s what I feel like doing.

IT’S BECAUSE I’VE BEEN PULLING IT ALL OUT BECAUSE OF THESE FRICKIN IDIOTS.
If I have to deal with all this once I get to the “Real World” in a couple of years, I’ll just </myself>

I know I’m doing something stupid. Speaking out against the university, especially the registration office, can yield very negative results. The online anonymity thing has come back to bite some people straight in their ass. But my anger at the situation overrides any ass bite that threatens me. That being said.
The registration office at Murray State University is a collective idiot.
That simple folks. They may mean well, but when asked to perform a simple task, they foul up in the worst ways possible. When doing my daily bull, I had to go pick up the new class rolls. Simple task, simple execution. When I received them, I noticed that we were one roll short, and was sent on a task to find it. I go to the Registrar’s Office, and waited in line for 20 minutes, just for them to tell me they couldn’t print one off, and didn’t know where mine was. And it’s not that there were people in front of me, it’s that they were on the phone with the other 6 colleges, trying to find it.
Then, I get back to the office, someone from our Dean’s office brings it to me, and the mystery is solved. All while my boss could have printed one off and solved the whole mess before I would have even left the office.
People are stupid.
Go ahead and paint the bulls-eye on me. I’m ready.

Apply the below graphic to any situation, past, present, and future, dealing with the opposite sex.
Carry on.

This class I’m a lab assistant it will put me to my death. They’re all fucking certifiably crazy.

Or when your mouth gets invaded by another tongue. It’s just not proper. You will find the time to deal with those things later.
Things with her are good. This is the new “her”. Not to be confused with so many of the last ones. It’s not that anything was wrong with the old stuff. I just needed something different. Something now. Something that wasn’t going to require me to wait, or require me to put all the effort in. Just something easy flowing. “AB” is the moniker for this one. I’m keeping e-quiet about this one. It’s different than any of the rest. There’s just a balance that I need to find with me and “us” before I throw the rest of the world in on top of it. And there may not be an “us”. That’s still to be decided. But it most likely looks that there will be one soon. I’m not complaining.
We went out on a “date” today. O’Charley’s, Cinemark Theatre, fireworks in P-town, lots of random driving all over the city, and a stop at Lone Oak Waffle House were the main points of interest.