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Lots of people came yesterday for the LAN. Unfortunately I couldn't stay up all night because I had to work the next morning (which is now). It wouldn't have mattered anyway, because it looks like my stuff isn't getting here until Monday, unless UPS is shipping today. I doubt they are. Lazy fuckers.
I was going to buy some new RAM and a new motherboard, and then give my current motherboard and RAM to my brother, and then take his stuff and use it for the server (has a decent asus mobo and registered ECC PC2100). But I wore myself out creating all of those hyperlinks and decided to just go lie down for a while instead.
Actually I need a new exhaust for my car because it has holes bigger than my head. I also need to fix my carb. I think I'll just buy a whole new one. Then I need new brakes (the car shakes like it's going to fall apart whenever I hit the brakes going more than 40), rims and tires (the tires are narrow and crappy, and I've got the nasty black wheels), new window tinting (it's peeling off), a new paint job (oak leaves ate it up), new stereo and speakers (the only thing I can listen to is talk radio), and then the extra stuff like an aluminum flywheel, fiberglass hood, headers, cold air intake and the suspension lowered about an inch. So it'll be a while before I'm able to buy new computer parts.
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Last week I ordered some stuff and it hasn't even been shipped out yet. I REALLY wanted it by this week. Doesn't look like that's going to happen. :(
I got some pretty interesting e-mails over the weekend from visitors, ranging in topics from European 'net stalkers to remotely cracking AIM passwords with a hex editor. Someone else asked if you could crash someone's computer through AIM by sending binary packets to make their disc spin too fast.
Yesterday (Sunday) my grandmother and I were to set off to Sam's Club to buy a phone, since my phone sucks and I wanted a phone with two handsets that don't require a phone line, so I wouldn't have to run off to the back of my bedroom everytime the phone rings. They had said phone advertised for just under $200, which is pretty cheap compared to prices on them around here. Before we left I said "We're just going straigt to Sam's and straight back, right?" I got a hesitant "Uh-huh" in reply. That was my cue to trip over my own feet and impale myself on some rebar sticking out of the ground so I wouldn't have to go. Unfortunately there was none, so I got in the car and waited for her to say "On second thought..." Sure enough, as soon as we got past the first traffic light: "On second thought, let's go to Ross on the way home so you can get yourself some new shorts." Shorts for me? How nice of you. Unfortunately during the Fall and Winter seasons Ross doesn't sell shorts because I'm one of the very few people who realize that just because it's December doesn't mean it's too cold to wear shorts. Well, I've been knee-deep in snow on top of a mountain in Austria wearing nothing but denim shorts and a light t-shirt while people stood around me dressed in full-on Winter atire and shivering their asses off, so maybe I'm not the best light clothing weather determining factor. And I only wear pants when my job requires it. It doesn't. So, there's no reason for me to go to this horrid clothing store, you loathsome hellspawn of a woman. "But we might find something you like." Oh, now I'm sold! We might find a jacket or sweater! Please excuse me as I try to contain my enthusiasm.
We went into Sam's - the busiest store I've ever been to and probably the closest thing to Hell on earth I've encountered as of yet - and I went straight to the phones while my grandmother went over to renew her membership. Found the phone I wanted, found a cheaper one without all the features I didn't need, *bam* I was out of there. Saw that my grandmother was still at the counter, so I browsed the stereos and DVDs and whathaveyou. Didn't see anything I wanted enough to pick up, so I walked towards the counter with my phone in hand, ready to leave that fusty culvert of annoying old people. *screeech* Hold up, we have to look around the store for Christmas gifts. That's fine, I can live with that. Christmas is coming up, after all. So, where do we go? The electronics section? No. The toy section? Nope. Sporting goods? Negative. We went straight to the frozen food section, of all places. If you're familiar with Sam's Club, you know that their frozen food section consists of 20-packs of pizzas and six foot crates full of burritos. I think they had a sale - buy a crate, get one free and half-off of your next purchase of a 30 gallon tub of mayonnaise. She pointed out just about every item to me and I had to turn them all down, each time saying "We have no room for that. We're not going to make room for that. No one's going to eat it. You're a fucking crazy bitch." I think I mostly just said that last sentence in my head, or to some other old lady standing next to me. That would explain all of the rude old men.
After we got done with that, my grandmother wanted to get some lasagna stuff one of the henchmen were giving out as free samples of doom. Instead of parking her empty cart aside and waiting patiently, she parked it sideways in the middle of the isle and kept asking stupid questions. Meanwhile everyone's getting pissed off because she's causing a huge traffic jam of old farts and shopping carts. After five minutes of waiting and ten minutes of trying to get out of the mess she caused, she did it again with a sample of hot chocolate. I swear I heard some black guy say "Aw, it's that stupid bitch with the red hair again! I'm fo' real!"
We eventually made our way to the check-out counter and bought the phone (yes, after an hour of browsing, all we got was the phone) and we went to Ross. I walked in, didn't see any shorts, ran into someone I haven't seen in about two years, talked for about ten minutes and walked out. I waited in the car until about 3:30 when my grandmother came back empty-handed. We left the house at 10:30, it takes half an hour to get to Sam's, we were in there for about an hour, so we probably got to Ross around 12:15. Ross is not a very big store. I don't see how it's possible to spend over three hours browsing it only to leave without buying anything. But I'm a man of logic, and you pretty much have to throw all logic out the window when trying to understand women. Of course when I say "women" my grandmother is excluded, because in order to be a woman you'd first have to be human. I don't believe she fits into that category.
And she won't even let me have my phone until Christmas.
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Added a "freestyle diss" thingy my brother and I did a while ago to the poetry section in the text archives.
Launched the new KGB*Clan Forums and brought aboard a gaming site - hishee.com - that will hopefully be finished sometime in the near future.
I was going to change the colors around on this site to make reading the text easier on the eyes, but I'm lazy. Screw you.
And speaking of reading text, here are a few snipplets of dialog from parts of Final Darkness that I haven't finished yet.
Dethlocke and a sober (for once) Odin
Odin: Well, there were good times. There were bad times. And there were great times. But...mostly bad. Horrible, too. But mostly just bad. And sometimes, when you're really drunk, The loop line circling the adjectives and connecting the two extremeties becomes like a magnetic force, drawing the two closer like opposing poles. Dethlocke: You mean it's hard to tell the difference between a great time and a horrible time. Odin: Of course that's what I mean! That's like me saying "I like steak," and then you replying, "You mean you like steak." Get with the program here! Dethlocke: Sorry. I was just making sure. So, what happened when you couldn't decipher between the great times and the horrible times? Odin: Loss of my virginity. Dethlocke: That doesn't sound so horrible. Or did you think it was horrible, when it was actually great? Odin: No, no, I thought it was great. Dethlocke: Oh. So what's wrong with losing your virginity? Odin: It was to an erotic novelty lamp. Dethlocke: ...Well I can see why that wouldn't be so great. Odin: Yeah. That's alcohol's side-effects: poor judgement, eyesite...and taste, in more ways than one. And in retrospect, all I can muster up in thought is..."Why?" Why couldn't I just have waited until the next night? Dethlocke: What happened the next night? Odin: That was my wedding night. Dethlocke: Oh. Who'd you marry? Odin: The lamp. Dethlocke: You're losing me. Odin: I was still pretty drunk. I could have just waited until that night, but instead we had pre-marital sex. So when the wedding night arrived, it just wasn't as special. And that's how what seems to be a great time can turn out to be a horrible time. Dethlocke: I'll try to remember that.
Fellas, I feel this is an appropriate time to announce my parting. Your parting? My parting. I'm getting out of the Business. I've been here for a long time, and I don't like what I'm doing here. Call it an attack of conscience. So you're leaving? Why now? You mean to tell us that after years of conducting this kind of business, you're leaving on account of an attack of conscience? This wouldn't have anything to do with Vinny and his boys getting busted, would it? I smell a rat. You think I'd rat you out? You think I'm a stool pigeon? If I were to rat yous guys out, I'd be the biggest hypocrite scum walking the earth. This has nothing to do with the busts. In fact, I've had a few of my boys working on the burning of a little paper trail we recently discovered. I'm not happy with what I'm doing, and I know everyone's a little edgy. So I'm going to leave before I do something stupid. (slowly takes a gun out, keeping it pointed down, removes magazine) But if you honestly think I'd rat you out. (attaches silencer to the barrel) If you consider me a threat. (holds the pistol by the barrel, loads magazine and pulls the hammer back) If you really think I'd be the dirty rat bastard scum to blow the whistle. (hands the pistol to one of the men) Then shoot me as I leave. (gets his hat and coat, turns around and walks towards the door.) (the men look at eachother) (he opens the door and starts to walk out) (two silenced gun shots are heard, followed by a body hitting the floor) Dead men tell no tales. Hey! I'm a freakin' pirate over here!
Dialog in the first part of act 3 Early in the morning Dethlocke, Krystal, Evilcrow and Piegod are up Piegod's in the kitchen, the others are sitting at a table Krystal: You're edgy today. Dethlocke: It's these dreams I had last night...they were so intense.. I kept waking up and I couldn't remember where I was, and I'd go back to sleep and have the same dreams over and over again. Evilcrow: Dude, I was having dreams, too! What were yours about? Dethlocke: I don't remember...I could recognize everything in my dreams, but now I can't remember the details at all. Maybe it has something to do with my past. Evilcrow: Oh. I had dreams where Piegod was actually some kind of genius wordsmith and he used this skill of his to verbally make love to food. Dethlocke: Then you've definately got me beaten in terms of weird dreams. Krystal: Can you remember anything at all? Dethlocke: All I remember are emotions. I felt powerful; arrogant; crafty, like I was planning something. I knew something they didn't. Kystal: Who is they? Dethlocke: I don't know. I remember other people being there, but I don't remember a thing about them. And I had this dream over and over again, and each time I woke up I felt exhausted. Krystal: We could have Sandman examine you, to find out more about the dreams. Evilcrow: I wonder how Eric's doing. Dethlocke looked confused. Evilcrow: Pretzel. Krystal: He seemed fine yesterday. It was like he was too overjoyed in his newly aquired health to feel depressed about Troy's death. Evilcrow: So was I. I felt bad at first, but that was the first time I've seen Eric genuinly happy. He's like a whole different person. Piegod comes from the kitchen holding a sandwich. Piegod: Maiden Sandwich, nestled in mine unworthy wordly hands, With bread so soft as the morning sunlight's gentle touch On yonder pantry doors coupling window shaded silhouettes Cast down and pierced a virgin sky with such a loving ferocity, Much like thine heavenly starlet appeal hast pierced mine own heart, Beating for thee and driven by a god-issued warrant of timeliness, Lest my blood runneth nevermore and my eyes - and mouth - never to feast On your saintly beauty with ham and roast beef sliced with such heartwrenching care And pools of yellow mustard lust, provisioned by mine tongue's desire. For to embrace thy timeless being with such passion of taste and infatuation, Possibly bringing on some flatulation and eluding to a fatty consecration, Is to kiss the lips of Aphrodite for a length no clock or rhythm could measure. But Aphrodite hath not such a potent kiss as thou can deliver With your spread tides of mayonnaise of quality unmatched (Which is NOT in a container magically sealed and shot into the skies By a crazed mortal man believing himself to be a god) And such fine cheese reaching unworldly heights of unfathomable goodness That would make the lips of even the most disciplined quiver. Piegod takes a bite out of the sandwich. Piegod: Ah, mine Maiden Sandwich, thou art verily mine one true goddess. Piegod leaves the room.
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