Archive for December, 2005

Merry Christmas.

If I called you, you got my wishes in person. If I got your voicemail, you got my ghetto wishes. If I texted you, it was short sweet and to the point, but no less personal.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Pics of the haul (a la last year) forthcoming.

Sunday, December 25th, 2005 Uncategorized Comments Off

Good tidings to you, wherever you are…

Good tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Since I probably won’t be on tomorrow night to wish everyone a Merry Christmas closer to the proper time, I’ll do it now so that I won’t seem like I forgot when I would post it late on Sunday evening.
If you are listening to the sound of my voice right now, you may be in line to receive a phone call on Saturday or Sunday afternoon from me wishing you a Merry Christmas. If I have your cell phone number, it’s even more likely that you will. If you are female, it’s even more likely. If your name starts with an A, it’s damn near certain that I will.
Names that will get called:
Alisa
AshleyS
CraigP
JodiD
MariaL
Sparky
TomH
Might get called:
AndyH
AshleyB
AshleyL
BryanD
ChrisP
DavidS
JaredH
CollinB
Just so those that read the blog can be on the lookout for your phone to blow up.
For the rest: Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good nizzle.
Favorite link: Da Nite befo’ Crizmus – It’s Ghetto fabolous. (P.S. – Sorry about teh popups and misc annoyancery. First google hit for what I needed gets teh win.)

Saturday, December 24th, 2005 Uncategorized Comments Off

If Christmas and love are supposed to be filling the air, I’m just suffocating.

This season is just not doing it for me.
What is it not doing, gentle reader? It’s not fulfilling me the way I want to be fulfilled.
It’s no secret that I pine for love. I’ve done it in so many entries that I dare not link them, or else every word in this sentence would be underlined. But this season of the year, I find that love is so much more in demand. Everyone’s in love. They’re buying gifts for their sweethearts. They meet their loves under the mistletoe for that one, breath-taking, panty-dropping, mesmerizing kiss.
And unless I’m the one receiving or delivering that kiss, it disgusts me.
I’ve got prospects (but when do I not have prospects), and the winter road trip 06 is going to add some definition to my love life. In my first stop, I’m going to ask the person that says she loves me to define that love on a certain level. I hope it’s the level that I think it is. If that doesn’t work, then I have two stops to make in a much larger city, and those will just be for dates, just to see if things may go anywhere farther than the friendships we have. And then one more stop in my hometown of Murray. (Ed. Note – Murray is now my hometown, by decree of Governor Ernie Fletcher and myself). It was that elusive “last date” I talked about oh so long ago. She’s started contacting me, out of the flippin blue, and we are kinda doing that dance around the first date subject. Maybe we should go on one?
I dunno.
And as for that Christmas spirit… I dunno where he went this year either. Guess he decided to prune me from his friends list. I don’t get the honor of hanging out with him. It’s just like this year is the antethesis to what it was all the years in the past. When you were younger, you couldn’t wait. You wanted to tear open the pretty wrapped packages that were just taunting you under the tree. Just to see what all treasures they contained. Now, you already can guess what is in most of them, if you didn’t blatantly pick them out yourself, and getting up at 5 in the morning to see them just doesn’t tickle your trout like it used to.
Tickle your trout…hah!
Anyway, enough of my self-loathing. I’m not turning into an emo-blogger.

Thursday, December 22nd, 2005 Uncategorized 1 Comment

Folly.

I’m glad you had fun with the showerhead. May he please you as well as any other man can.
It’s been a fun couple of days. I’ve done lots here around the house. I’ve went to town. Got my haircut. Redid my LouisvilleMojo profile. Wrapped all my presents. All while managing to get the absolute shit pestered out of my by my family.
It’s just that they are frustrating to live with because they change and I change when we are apart, and those changes are more divergent than they are convergent. I guess they really don’t change all that much, and I do, because I’m away from the cavernous pit that Gravel Switch KY really is. Think about it. Small town, bible belt, no outside influence. Anyone moving here is shyed away from for at least a year unless they come up to one of the locals first. It’s not exactly n00b friendly around these parts.
So when I come home it’s a readjustment period that we all have to go through that ends about a week into it. Then comes the week of everyone just getting along and all that. After the second week the thoughts of “Why the fuck am I still here?” and “Will they ever leave me alone?” start creeping in. Even though I intend on splitting and being back in Murray before week 4 creeps up, that week is always filled with something mundane and mind-numbing that just solidifies the fact that I need to Get The Fuck Out of here, and back to my warm bed in Murray.
It’s just such a blassiez existence here. I know that this is not the place for me for the rest of my life, and that’s good, because I don’t neeed to fall into the trap that everyone else around here does. It’s like Hotel California. They seem to try to check out, but they never leave. It’s not a good plan for such a small place unless you are going into the fields of farming or being a mechanic.
God, this internet sucks. I can’t even surf porn at a decent speed. I wish DSL made it out this far. One can only hope I guess.
I’m still working on Deezil v3.5. Not enough change to matter, just enough to care. Heh. Great tagline.
It’s one of those long and drawn out entries where I really get nothing accomplished except yammering on for 2 pages. Just like a good episode of Seinfeld.
Anyways, I’m out for tonight. Take care of youselves, and each other.

Tuesday, December 20th, 2005 Uncategorized Comments Off

Who is Google in Bed With?

(Editor’s Note: Sorry for the delays in writing in here. Now that finals are over, and school is not an issue, updates should be more frequent.)
I just took a look at the last few days news on /. and I only really had one thought come to my brain: Google is whoring itself out to anyone that will stick their e-penis in it. I mean look at it. Google’s wanting to buy Opera. Google wants a stake in the floundering AOL. Google and Microsoft are funding projects together. I mean, who has Google not tried to cozy up in bed with to get things done? You look at it and you can’t help to think that Google is trying to take over it all, one small step at a time until you realize they have their hands in all the cookie jars and are devouring the contents en masse, just working to fatten their own belly. Will they eventually run out of cookies?
In other, semi-related news, Yahoo seems to be doing the same thing. But rather than just nudging their way in to these markets on the web, they come in, guns blazing, and just buy out whomever tickles their fancy. First, Konfabulator fell, then Del.icio.us, and now Flickr. These aren’t the only services to go this way. From a great comment post at /.: “So how long until Yahoo changes their name from Del.icio.us to “Yahoo Social Bookmarking Service”, just like they changed Konfabulator to “Yahoo Widget Engine”, Oddpost to “Yahoo Mail” and Launch.com to “Yahoo Music”…?”
What I’m trying to say here is that the web is all coming together. Only this time, it’s not MSN/Microsoft leading the charge to bring you that one-stop web portal that has everything under the sun attached to it. I believe what we are going to see when it is all done is the true emergence of Web 2.0 and all the glory that it will bring to the internet. This is just the infancy of 2.0 / death of 1.0 that we are running into at this point and time on the World Wide Web. Let’s just hope that we don’t run this all into the ground.

Saturday, December 17th, 2005 Uncategorized Comments Off

Sweet, sweet nectar.

I may not have eaten pizza or fast food for a month, but I’m still a fat-ass.
Today, I dined on the left-overs from two others in a office I work for. The portions were none too big, and excellent in quality. I couldn’t help but feeling like a pig because I was eating left-overs, especially after eating a good breakfast, but it was lunch, it was free, and I was hungry. Just part of being me I guess.
Finals week is gearing up. I’ve got two finals, a third that I *may* take, and a “pizza final” which is where the professor brings in pizzas and we eat. Nice final, huh? Got another final next week, but ti’s a good kind of final. A GREAT kind of final.
Things have been going swimmingly as of late. I’m just tired of the institution and ready to go home for a break. It’ll be a welcome change.
To you, the you whom I haven’t spoken with all week: Please call me, I miss and love you.
To you, the you whom didn’t want to wake up this morning: If you didn’t wake up, I will hate you long before I will ever be able to love you again. I’ll cry because of you, I’ll curse your name, and I won’t be happy.
I still love and miss all of you. You mean more than I can ever tell you.
Oh, and party at Hughes St. tomorrow night. I’ll be there, and probably sober. No monies for beer.
Bye.

Friday, December 9th, 2005 Uncategorized Comments Off

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