Archive for 2002

i don’t know who you japanese are looking for…

Wednesday, October 23rd, 2002

i don’t know who you japanese are looking for, but i sure am getting a hell of a lot of hits from you. anywhere from 25 – 50% of my hits in a day (via the videomoon.com domain parked on top of me) are coming from .jp domains. over eight thousand hits from this month alone. for a piddly sight like mine, that is quite a bit. granted you arn’t looking at much, “local” .com and .net bytes transfered are twice as much with half the hits. also granted, this sight, along with every other webserver in the world, is getting hit on a constant basis by virus attacks. but i can’t believe that the number of infected computers in japan is *that* high. so tell me, what are you looking for? if your from japan and are passing through, just hit that email button up there to the right and give me a clue. i’ve done a few passing google searches, nothing fancy, just to see my name pop up, but haven’t found anything interesting. so, if you arn’t interested in my sight, you’re not a virus and actually a live person looking for something you must be looking for porn. sorry, no sailor moon hentai here. do you guys actually watch that stuff? eh, who am i do judge. if that is the case, spread the word around. nothing here on those lines. for anyone else who happens to read this. check back in a couple of weeks. i’m doing some more research on my .jp phenomenon and hope to have something humorous for your reading pleasure.

i don’t know who you japanese are looking for…

Wednesday, October 23rd, 2002

i don’t know who you japanese are looking for, but i sure am getting a hell of a lot of hits from you. anywhere from 25 – 50% of my hits in a day (via the videomoon.com domain parked on top of me) are coming from .jp domains. over eight thousand hits from this month alone. for a piddly sight like mine, that is quite a bit. granted you arn’t looking at much, “local” .com and .net bytes transfered are twice as much with half the hits. also granted, this sight, along with every other webserver in the world, is getting hit on a constant basis by virus attacks. but i can’t believe that the number of infected computers in japan is *that* high. so tell me, what are you looking for? if your from japan and are passing through, just hit that email button up there to the right and give me a clue. i’ve done a few passing google searches, nothing fancy, just to see my name pop up, but haven’t found anything interesting. so, if you arn’t interested in my sight, you’re not a virus and actually a live person looking for something you must be looking for porn. sorry, no sailor moon hentai here. do you guys actually watch that stuff? eh, who am i do judge. if that is the case, spread the word around. nothing here on those lines. for anyone else who happens to read this. check back in a couple of weeks. i’m doing some more research on my .jp phenomenon and hope to have something humorous for your reading pleasure.

yeah, about those huge gaps…

Friday, October 18th, 2002

yeah, about those huge gaps… don’t you worry about those. not that i have been inactive, just not in this forum. if anyone pays attention to these things, you may have noticed that the sight has been completely re-coded. it looks exactly the same mind you, but the html has been rewritten from scratch, css added, removed that clunky js, recreated the splash page in flash and generally streamlined and spiffied up the place. granted what i call streamlined is not quite as well as it could be, but… even with all the new improvements, i don’t really have anything more to add. if you want to check out my newly published resume it is now available, though incomplete. go figure. other than that, check in every once in a while for something new. it will happen as it will

huge gaps in my memory…

Monday, August 5th, 2002

huge gaps in my memory may account for the fact that i rarely update this sight but that story will be for a nother day. guess what though, i have nothing to show for this lack of updatedness. i quit my job that was paying my bills but making me crazier than i was. i moved to a new apartment in a full scale operation that took nearly two weeks of my life away from me. i got a vasectomy. well… no i didn’t. but it would be nice, huh? when i have something to show the none of you out there who have actually read this drivel i will post.

beligerant

Monday, June 3rd, 2002

what would you have done? do a little math. then get the shit beat out of you. stupid meat heads.

what do you do when six meatheads cross the street in front of you?

well, i wouldn’t know about you, but he sped up.

anger, shouts and incredulousness passed between them and the inches that kept them from the danger of one ton of pain. hey man, i’m just along for the ride. their heads are made of meat so they don’t understand the position i’m in. i smiled, not at their inconvenience nor their near death at the hands of my belligerent friend behind the wheel, but at my own nervousness.

i’ve looked into their eyes. i saw the adrenaline. the beer. the excuse. we turn right at the corner and the situation is abated. again we turn right at the corner. and i see them. we’ve been out flanked, its a classic move. i think these meat heads might have a college education.

eye contact again, pink meat dripping blood, dilated cornea blood vessels. my window was open and it was too late. a dull thud and a tingle as his body hit the car and his fist hit my neck and shoulder. it was a sloppy punch, but what do you expect from a guy throwing a punch at a car.

luckily the spit missed.

we go straight through the light and the tingle turns to warmth. i felt disappointed, in a way, that it won’t leave a bruise. we turn left at the corner. i know what might happen. driver boy is laughing, but they weren’t on his side. left at the light.

halfway down the block i make eye contact. i smile. he doesn’t like my apology. his arm went through the open back window missing the one ducked back there. a shout. a missed punch. and a fine mist of spittle, i wonder where he’s been.

by now this light is red. i look in the side mirror back down the street from whence we came. silhouettes come towards us. quietly i say turn on red. we don’t move. turn on red. what now? yes. we crept forward a few inches. right now? yes. by now he’s running. yes, on red, right now. we go, but not before we wait for him to get close enough so that he thinks he needs to keep on running after us.

the game is over by now. our intrepid captain has had enough fun at their, and our, expense. he laughs, we grimace. some bravado is shown but in the end we are the ones who had the armour.

later on i tell of my own botched attemts on grabbing the arm of the one who actually hit me. of wanting to hold on to his arm as we drag him down the street. of rolling the window up. and i realize i’m no better than the rest of them.

i make eye contact in the vanity mirror. i see my own pupil. dialated. dripping fresh, red meat blood out of a gaping severed vessel.

Shopping for Sex

Saturday, May 25th, 2002

a new one. tv does strange things to your mind. studies show that your brain’s alpha waves drop to below sleep levels. so how is it possible that it could raise sexual desires? read on my pavlovian friends.

it started as a means to cover up what was going on. her roommate would be home and we would need something more than a closed door to make our privacy complete. most people would have turned on the stereo to some mood music, but i guess we’re not most people. that and we don’t have a stereo in the bedroom. go figure. so, i turned on the television.

as i’m flipping through the chanels to find the perfect broadcast to fuck to i was daunted by the complexities of the problem. she just wanted to get off, but i need the satisfaction of being apropriate. no kids shows and no news, that would have just made it rubbery. no hot chicks, i didn’t want to be caught peeking over her shoulder when one of them is on the screen. thats as good as cheating. in general, i wanted no real distraction that would put a damper on my love making.

i was looking for the tv equivelant of muzak.

finding the right station happend quicker that i had expected, lucky for her. the rabbit ears severly inhibit our media rich age. click. click. click. and here we have this lovely pendant. you can see by the size of this stone we are giving you an amazing deal. oh, and the craftsmanship is exquisite. with our ezpay you can have this sent to your door for only three payments of $25.95.

the home shopping network. a channel for dead people. and apperintly the perfect fuck show. nothing of interest, no pretty girls, no fast cuts, and no pertinent information. yet still loud enough with the door closed to keep the roomate from complaining about how often we have sex.

this lovely pant suit set was designed exclusivly for us by some nobody who is pretending to be from europe but is actually living with his mom in west virginia. for the next five minutes the sales personality made up bullshit about the same ugly buisiness atire while we went at it. then a fake silk sundress. then a rhinestone broach. a purse. a toolset. a rotary grinder.

after we had finished, i lay there and the person on the tv told me how perfect a food processor would go with the moment. fellas, she will love you forever if you were to buy her this amazing piece of equipment for her kitchen. it would go great with olive pitter, item number 425-668 we had earlier in the hour. i’ll tell you what, i have one of these at home and i use it every day! every single day. i can make my own peanut butter and gazpacho and meat pudding. eazy a pie. hell, you can make pie too!

she almost had me convinced to buy the damn thing when i drifted off to sleep and had sex tainted tv shopping dreams. home shopping pornography is something i don’t want to think about too often. especially when it involves kitchen equipment.

we use that trick and even that station when we need that little extra privacy. to this day i still get horny when i flip past the home shopping network.

pavlov would have loved me.

yeah, you can tell how much i care…

Monday, May 20th, 2002

yeah, you can tell how much i care… i’m thrashing around looking for something, anything, to upload. i have to appease all of those angry fans out there. yeah, right. one of these days i will get a nice system worked out, but not today.

it’s been over a month…

Wednesday, April 3rd, 2002

it’s been over a month since i lasted posted or added anything to this sight. i feel like i’ve neglected a really good friend. (which i’ve been known to do) anyway, i’ve got some more stuff to add and some html to upload. the sight was designed and tested in and for ie5 (i hate m$ too, but it’s a damn good browser) under os x (yeah, whatever. fuckers). in the guise of making my code [k]omplient for my kommrads out there, i’ve been getting some help from someone who can do this shit in their sleep. i’m sure you can guess who it is.
regaurdless!!! the real and important news for this post is the fact that the reason for this sight and how it’s name culminated was for a [then] non-existant band! you guessed it again! the band is coming together, along with the equipment and this is going to be so kickin’! [pardon my slang] there will be a new button once it all gets worked out and i’ll have some streaming audio care of douglas. so far the band consists of me: guitar, vocal, programming, noise and her: guitar, vocal, programming, noise. someone else has said they’d play some bass for me, so it’ll get bigger.

it’s been over a month…

Wednesday, April 3rd, 2002

it’s been over a month since i lasted posted or added anything to this sight. i feel like i’ve neglected a really good friend. (which i’ve been known to do) anyway, i’ve got some more stuff to add and some html to upload. the sight was designed and tested in and for ie5 (i hate m$ too, but it’s a damn good browser) under os x (yeah, whatever. fuckers). in the guise of making my code [k]omplient for my kommrads out there, i’ve been getting some help from someone who can do this shit in their sleep. i’m sure you can guess who it is.
regaurdless!!! the real and important news for this post is the fact that the reason for this sight and how it’s name culminated was for a [then] non-existant band! you guessed it again! the band is coming together, along with the equipment and this is going to be so kickin’! [pardon my slang] there will be a new button once it all gets worked out and i’ll have some streaming audio care of douglas. so far the band consists of me: guitar, vocal, programming, noise and her: guitar, vocal, programming, noise. someone else has said they’d play some bass for me, so it’ll get bigger.

potential…

Monday, February 18th, 2002

this is a dumping of excerpts that i just added. now that i have that out of the way it’s time for a little rant… nah, just kidding. i’m too tired to bother today. but if i was going to rant it would definetly *not* be about work…

one of my many ongoing projects is a novel (though i hardly have a rhyme or reason at this point). this incarnation of the project has the possibility to be an epic. essientially a partial rewrite of the bible with the addition of why god made humans. the main characters include job (my favorite biblical mishap), lucifer (the misunderstood angle) and human kind (as the collective). much of the novel is a replay of the bible in “present” times playing into my ideal of godly design.

i am leary of creating an outline here because i don’t want to confuse the issues and… well, i’m still trying to figure it out myself.

excerpts:
a bit of lucifer. i’m trying to give him a more “human” personality. he’s just trying to help out.
i read a lot of sci-fi, especially the hard variety. i keep tossing around adding that edge to it but i don’t want to use it to explain anything. it will be used (if i use it at all) as filler and scenery.
writing in a more film noir-ish style with a bit of action, this was another atempt at creating a feel for the book.
the largest in the first bunch, this is a more natualistic approch to it. this is the easiest method for me… crap.