You know...
you get to thinking about things on some days...
and i was thinking about all the various things that have happened to the people on this board... from jOe getting a lapdance to James getting examined by doctors and realizing that being gay really wasn't for him... to Andy and poker and Steve jumping down flights of stairs... to Heather going crazy, again and me driving into a ditch and kicking my lights out...
and as i thought about this, a grim thought popped into my head.
No one has died yet.
I mean we all have people in our own personal lives that have died... like my grandfather, or jimmy's... hmm, i'm pretty sure someone in jimmy's family died...
but i mean, none of us have died.
Now, I'm not trying to be down or depressed or anything like that. It was just merely an observation. I suppose it's probably because we are all young and whatnot... but still, i was just thinking...
Unless I'm wrong of course, and someone in the group, or the group that i remember (i'm thinking of the group that was around the time of James' barbeque - which seems to be the defining moment of the group) has actually died.
But no one that I can think of. Even Rigney's still alive. Right?
I wonder who will die first. My money's on... hmmm... actually I haven't figured that one out.
I'll get back to you all on that.
April 20, 2004
April 15, 2004
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I have recently turned 23. Here is but a sample of my life:
Doesn't it make you just want to cry. Or maybe kill gophers?
I have recently turned 23. Here is but a sample of my life:
Hello,
So, it would be so nice to hear from you.
I am looking for my future soul mate all over the world.
The reason of it is the fact that I have been hurt before
in the relations with the men from my country.
So I decided to take a chance abroad.
So, would you reply to me?
You can find some information about me at
my webpage http://ljYWE2.girlspage.org/olga_b/
See you later
Olga
Doesn't it make you just want to cry. Or maybe kill gophers?
April 13, 2004
April 09, 2004
How could you tell that the fanbase that Nirvana had, listened to hair metal?
You can't, but when any one group or style has that huge of a following, the industry is going to take notice, and switch gears.
The problem is, there are too many fillers. Too many makeshift bands are out there making thoughtless music.
Exactly. That's my point. You get five Linkon Parks to one.... Shit, I can't even come up with a group that really shines right now. Perhaps CCR? Older stuff, but still good.
You can't, but when any one group or style has that huge of a following, the industry is going to take notice, and switch gears.
The problem is, there are too many fillers. Too many makeshift bands are out there making thoughtless music.
Exactly. That's my point. You get five Linkon Parks to one.... Shit, I can't even come up with a group that really shines right now. Perhaps CCR? Older stuff, but still good.
April 08, 2004
Hmm...
At least I was able to get a fucking response.
You answered your own fucking question. Nirvana had a huge fucking fan base. That base consisted of a lot of people that did or would have listened to fucking hair metal. Of course, it could be pointed out that this happens every generation, the old style fades into the background for something fucking else. Certainly fucking happened to the early 90's rock. Either fucking way. {opinion}Hair metal fucking sucked worse than Nirvana.{/opinion}
So I fucking ask you: what's wrong with the fucking intro, verse, bridge, chorus, verse, "solo," bridge, chorus, outro structure? Rock and roll has been doing it for decades.
Not everything in life has to be fucking complicated. It's still entertaining, for fuck's sake. If every goddamn song were a musical fucking masterpiece, the good stuff wouldn't shine. There has to be filler somewhere, and a lot of the fucking filler is decent music. I'll revert back into my fucking comfort zone here for a final thought: If there weren't Geos and a million poorly fucking riced-out Civics, a '32 Ford roadster wouldn't stand out. Somebody has to fucking make the rest of us look good.
At least I was able to get a fucking response.
You answered your own fucking question. Nirvana had a huge fucking fan base. That base consisted of a lot of people that did or would have listened to fucking hair metal. Of course, it could be pointed out that this happens every generation, the old style fades into the background for something fucking else. Certainly fucking happened to the early 90's rock. Either fucking way. {opinion}Hair metal fucking sucked worse than Nirvana.{/opinion}
So I fucking ask you: what's wrong with the fucking intro, verse, bridge, chorus, verse, "solo," bridge, chorus, outro structure? Rock and roll has been doing it for decades.
Not everything in life has to be fucking complicated. It's still entertaining, for fuck's sake. If every goddamn song were a musical fucking masterpiece, the good stuff wouldn't shine. There has to be filler somewhere, and a lot of the fucking filler is decent music. I'll revert back into my fucking comfort zone here for a final thought: If there weren't Geos and a million poorly fucking riced-out Civics, a '32 Ford roadster wouldn't stand out. Somebody has to fucking make the rest of us look good.
April 07, 2004
Funny thing. Friends will go through all kinds of shit for and with each other. All the while, swearing they'd never let a girl come between them, no matter what.
Until it fucking happens.
Yes, well. People change. Grow apart, et cetera.
Sure, she has nothing to with how pissed you are at him right now.
No, she has everything to do with how pissed at him I am right now.
Exactly.
Or, maybe it's not that. Maybe it's because there's just so much else happening.
Nope, it's the girl.
Fuck me.
Heh, keep going. You'll find it.
It is my fault. I waited too long. Then I left for the fucking desert for a week.
There it is!
The timing didn't feel right
Biding your time, worked so very well for you.
Still, though. He knew how I felt, a week before I left. I told him plainly. Said he wasn't interested. Been saying that for months.
And you believed him, with his amazing ability to differentiate between truth and fiction.
...
You didn't bother to tell her how you felt.
... Maybe not, but... But, but, but -
But nothing. It's not like he got to the store first and got the last one off the shelf. There's a certain amount of free will at work here.
Just wait for the backorder to come through on that model?
That'll work. "Hey, I hear you're not going out with that guy that used to be my best friend anymore, wanna see a movie?"
Good point. So I fucked myself. She'd already made the choice, before I went to Sin City.
She made no choice. You are (were) "just a friend." He was a potential suitor. A call from Vegas might not have hurt your chances, though.
You shitting me? I was way too drunk to pull that one off.
She might have at least gotten some entertainment value out of it.
No doubt there. Still, I have to wonder how long it'll be before she figures out he's basically just a lying, good-for-nothing bum of an asshole. Then what?
Wow, the truth. So you have only been hanging out with him because of her.
Funny thing, that. You think you know somebody, and then come to realize they are completely detached from reality. Then you question the friendship. And, well...
You're so very good at this, aren't you?
So, now I'm just wondering, why do girls always go for the assholes?
jEFF already affirmed that one for you: Nice guys finish last.
Exactly, and I've been working so hard at finishing last, it's too late now to change game plans.
Nice guys finish last because assholes run across their backs to finish first.
But where's that finish line at?
Doesn't matter. That they won by being dicks will eventually be noticed. That'll leave them hurting later.
How much later.
The fact that you are a connoisseur of procrastination has something to do with this.
Quit changing the subject.
Your stunning motivation certainly helps too.
I'll get around to it. Seriously, what the fuck is going on here?
When the assholes are selling used cars, and you've decided what it is you'll do, and are doing it, there's the finish line.
I think that involves college. Or so I've been told.
Yep. You can get nowhere in life without a college education. Ask anyone who's in college what their major is. Then ask them what they can do with that.
I always enjoy that. Seems a lot of people just bought in to that whole "you need college" thing as an excuse to delay making a decision as to what they want to do when they grow up.
Ok, bub, back on topic.
Yeah, the girl. Crap. What to do there. Yep. Still nothing.
Tell me: Exactly what noise does the pooch make when you screw it?
?
Buddy, you fucked up. You had the chance, and blew it.
Fuck. How to recover?
If you had that answer, you wouldn't be making this half-assed attempt at a post right now.
That much is certain: I have no answers.
That, and you need to lay off the gin. This post has made no damn sense.
But I LIKE the Gin.
See what I have to deal with here, people?
Until it fucking happens.
Yes, well. People change. Grow apart, et cetera.
Sure, she has nothing to with how pissed you are at him right now.
No, she has everything to do with how pissed at him I am right now.
Exactly.
Or, maybe it's not that. Maybe it's because there's just so much else happening.
Nope, it's the girl.
Fuck me.
Heh, keep going. You'll find it.
It is my fault. I waited too long. Then I left for the fucking desert for a week.
There it is!
The timing didn't feel right
Biding your time, worked so very well for you.
Still, though. He knew how I felt, a week before I left. I told him plainly. Said he wasn't interested. Been saying that for months.
And you believed him, with his amazing ability to differentiate between truth and fiction.
...
You didn't bother to tell her how you felt.
... Maybe not, but... But, but, but -
But nothing. It's not like he got to the store first and got the last one off the shelf. There's a certain amount of free will at work here.
Just wait for the backorder to come through on that model?
That'll work. "Hey, I hear you're not going out with that guy that used to be my best friend anymore, wanna see a movie?"
Good point. So I fucked myself. She'd already made the choice, before I went to Sin City.
She made no choice. You are (were) "just a friend." He was a potential suitor. A call from Vegas might not have hurt your chances, though.
You shitting me? I was way too drunk to pull that one off.
She might have at least gotten some entertainment value out of it.
No doubt there. Still, I have to wonder how long it'll be before she figures out he's basically just a lying, good-for-nothing bum of an asshole. Then what?
Wow, the truth. So you have only been hanging out with him because of her.
Funny thing, that. You think you know somebody, and then come to realize they are completely detached from reality. Then you question the friendship. And, well...
You're so very good at this, aren't you?
So, now I'm just wondering, why do girls always go for the assholes?
jEFF already affirmed that one for you: Nice guys finish last.
Exactly, and I've been working so hard at finishing last, it's too late now to change game plans.
Nice guys finish last because assholes run across their backs to finish first.
But where's that finish line at?
Doesn't matter. That they won by being dicks will eventually be noticed. That'll leave them hurting later.
How much later.
The fact that you are a connoisseur of procrastination has something to do with this.
Quit changing the subject.
Your stunning motivation certainly helps too.
I'll get around to it. Seriously, what the fuck is going on here?
When the assholes are selling used cars, and you've decided what it is you'll do, and are doing it, there's the finish line.
I think that involves college. Or so I've been told.
Yep. You can get nowhere in life without a college education. Ask anyone who's in college what their major is. Then ask them what they can do with that.
I always enjoy that. Seems a lot of people just bought in to that whole "you need college" thing as an excuse to delay making a decision as to what they want to do when they grow up.
Ok, bub, back on topic.
Yeah, the girl. Crap. What to do there. Yep. Still nothing.
Tell me: Exactly what noise does the pooch make when you screw it?
?
Buddy, you fucked up. You had the chance, and blew it.
Fuck. How to recover?
If you had that answer, you wouldn't be making this half-assed attempt at a post right now.
That much is certain: I have no answers.
That, and you need to lay off the gin. This post has made no damn sense.
But I LIKE the Gin.
See what I have to deal with here, people?
He's definitely good and dead now. I wonder if they embalmed what was left of him, or just put him in a box how it was found and planted his smelly ass. Or was he cremated?
Reminds me of Zach-O's -"experience"- with Chrissie in the back of Jimmoi's car that time. The way he told it - "...I pulled out my cock and she started talking about Nirvana..." I hope jEFF has that on tape somewhere still.
She's like Gary Busey, man, a fruitcake with layers. Wonder if she still reads the board.
Good stuff.
Reminds me of Zach-O's -"experience"- with Chrissie in the back of Jimmoi's car that time. The way he told it - "...I pulled out my cock and she started talking about Nirvana..." I hope jEFF has that on tape somewhere still.
She's like Gary Busey, man, a fruitcake with layers. Wonder if she still reads the board.
Good stuff.
April 04, 2004
The best part of a long road trip is the end. Back home.
Any of you that think SpanaGrahamRoy is a shitty place - try Yuma, Arizona. That's a shithole. A gritty, nasty shithole.
I left Vegas for Yuma. And didn't go back to Vegas.
I left Vegas, drove seven hours, and got out of the truck in 101 degree Yuma. Fuck. It was 85 in Sin City the whole time. Get to the lovely burg that is Yuma, and it's above 100 for two days. Then, it's cooler. Cooler, because it was a fucking sandstorm. Now, I don't mean wind that moves a little sand. Fuck no. I mean a fucking sandstorm. 60 mile-an-hour fucking sand. Can't see 300 feet. Hurts like hell on any exposed skin. Which is most of it, because it had been over 100 degrees for two days (a week for the locals).
Sorry to say, jEFF, but California is the nicest state I was in all week. They know how to manage traffic, the people were super nice (not just the friends and family I was there to see). And the best part: I discovered the greatest city on earth, right there in Cali. Hands down. Makes Seattle's U district look like a skankfest. Plus, it's 85 degrees, so they're not wearing much. College town. Lots of trees. Away from the I-5 corridor.
But I'm not going to tell you all where. No, no. Not going to give up the secret of that little honey-hole.
Oh, and liquor is much cheaper in Cali as well. Plus, you can buy it at any damn grocery store. Albertson's has their own house brand. I almost bought a bottle of Albertson's gin just to see how nasty it is.
3114.8 miles.
One [very] strained family relationship completely repaired. Amazing what 18 years will do for brothers. I now have an Uncle, Aunt and Cousin again. Been a while. Kinda strange. My family overnight went from 6 people to 9. I never gave it much thought, only hearing one side. Funny thing, you surprise someone at 6:30 on a Saturday morning and things suddenly seem more petty than people remember.
It's about time for a night's sleep in my own bed. Feels like a lot more than eight days since the last one.
Any of you that think SpanaGrahamRoy is a shitty place - try Yuma, Arizona. That's a shithole. A gritty, nasty shithole.
I left Vegas for Yuma. And didn't go back to Vegas.
I left Vegas, drove seven hours, and got out of the truck in 101 degree Yuma. Fuck. It was 85 in Sin City the whole time. Get to the lovely burg that is Yuma, and it's above 100 for two days. Then, it's cooler. Cooler, because it was a fucking sandstorm. Now, I don't mean wind that moves a little sand. Fuck no. I mean a fucking sandstorm. 60 mile-an-hour fucking sand. Can't see 300 feet. Hurts like hell on any exposed skin. Which is most of it, because it had been over 100 degrees for two days (a week for the locals).
Sorry to say, jEFF, but California is the nicest state I was in all week. They know how to manage traffic, the people were super nice (not just the friends and family I was there to see). And the best part: I discovered the greatest city on earth, right there in Cali. Hands down. Makes Seattle's U district look like a skankfest. Plus, it's 85 degrees, so they're not wearing much. College town. Lots of trees. Away from the I-5 corridor.
But I'm not going to tell you all where. No, no. Not going to give up the secret of that little honey-hole.
Oh, and liquor is much cheaper in Cali as well. Plus, you can buy it at any damn grocery store. Albertson's has their own house brand. I almost bought a bottle of Albertson's gin just to see how nasty it is.
3114.8 miles.
One [very] strained family relationship completely repaired. Amazing what 18 years will do for brothers. I now have an Uncle, Aunt and Cousin again. Been a while. Kinda strange. My family overnight went from 6 people to 9. I never gave it much thought, only hearing one side. Funny thing, you surprise someone at 6:30 on a Saturday morning and things suddenly seem more petty than people remember.
It's about time for a night's sleep in my own bed. Feels like a lot more than eight days since the last one.
March 31, 2004
Water
First of all, for all those that do not now know, I don't live in that house with the pool table anymore. Some really shitty shit went down with the landlord and she basically threatened to evict us... which is funny because it was her fault in the first place. I'll probably end up tellng the story at a later time, but right now I just don't feel like it. Sorry.
Other stuff. Well, there is no other stuff really. I should say sorry to Jimmy, for not coming down like I thought I would. I had originally intended to go down there sometime during the weekend, but all our plans apparently went to shit. To top that off, two of my roommates have decided to write up a list of damages due to our landlord's negligence. A great idea actually... until they decided to make that list worth 15,000 dollars.
Yeah.
I probably shouldn't say much more about it now... but I'm stressing out over it. Then again, March seems to have been my month for shit happening. And it's not just me. I think pretty much everybody I know has had a shitty month. March. That's right.
March is the shitty month for the year 2004. I think some sort of nexus to Hell opened up and spewed forth shit onto our lives. That's what I think. It's not scientifically proven, but I'm sure that's what happened.
Also, I know work at Hollywood Video. How sad is that. I went from working in a research institute, to trying to sell people popcorn with their DVD rentals.
Oh well... the plus side, I get free movie rentals. I was thinking about how that is actually cool, and soon I will have watched more movies than all of you... combined. Sweet.
Probably not though. More than likely I'll be too tired to take advantage of that deal. Plus, I'll probably spend time renting video games as well. Either way... at least it's not a stressful job...
Plus, it's not the end all either... I'm actually using this job as a tie-over until I hear more from the VA hospital... which has decided to continue taking it's time with application processes. It sucks, but I guess this is what you have to do when you try to get a job with the government. Once everything is all said and done, it should be fine though.
Well, that's all the depressing news from my corner. Later people.
First of all, for all those that do not now know, I don't live in that house with the pool table anymore. Some really shitty shit went down with the landlord and she basically threatened to evict us... which is funny because it was her fault in the first place. I'll probably end up tellng the story at a later time, but right now I just don't feel like it. Sorry.
Other stuff. Well, there is no other stuff really. I should say sorry to Jimmy, for not coming down like I thought I would. I had originally intended to go down there sometime during the weekend, but all our plans apparently went to shit. To top that off, two of my roommates have decided to write up a list of damages due to our landlord's negligence. A great idea actually... until they decided to make that list worth 15,000 dollars.
Yeah.
I probably shouldn't say much more about it now... but I'm stressing out over it. Then again, March seems to have been my month for shit happening. And it's not just me. I think pretty much everybody I know has had a shitty month. March. That's right.
March is the shitty month for the year 2004. I think some sort of nexus to Hell opened up and spewed forth shit onto our lives. That's what I think. It's not scientifically proven, but I'm sure that's what happened.
Also, I know work at Hollywood Video. How sad is that. I went from working in a research institute, to trying to sell people popcorn with their DVD rentals.
Oh well... the plus side, I get free movie rentals. I was thinking about how that is actually cool, and soon I will have watched more movies than all of you... combined. Sweet.
Probably not though. More than likely I'll be too tired to take advantage of that deal. Plus, I'll probably spend time renting video games as well. Either way... at least it's not a stressful job...
Plus, it's not the end all either... I'm actually using this job as a tie-over until I hear more from the VA hospital... which has decided to continue taking it's time with application processes. It sucks, but I guess this is what you have to do when you try to get a job with the government. Once everything is all said and done, it should be fine though.
Well, that's all the depressing news from my corner. Later people.
March 30, 2004
March 27, 2004
March 21, 2004
March 19, 2004
We got these new phones at work. Pretty slick. All kinds of neat features. Still Motorola Two-Way. The only flip-phone that meets military standards for impact, vibration, dust and humidity. (I killed three of the last phones, this is important for us) They even have GPS.
Yes, GPS. Although, not very useful. It only gives you current position when you ask for it.
Turns out it's GPS not for telling YOU where you are, but for "Fleet Management" and E-911 locating.
Nice way of saying: we know where you are, we can guess what you're doing.
Luckily, it only works when the phone has clear signal from the GPS satellites. You have to be outside, not near a building or any obstacle, for it to work. Kind of pointless, considering that in our buildings or vans it's completely non-functional.
Good stuff.
Yes, GPS. Although, not very useful. It only gives you current position when you ask for it.
Turns out it's GPS not for telling YOU where you are, but for "Fleet Management" and E-911 locating.
Nice way of saying: we know where you are, we can guess what you're doing.
Luckily, it only works when the phone has clear signal from the GPS satellites. You have to be outside, not near a building or any obstacle, for it to work. Kind of pointless, considering that in our buildings or vans it's completely non-functional.
Good stuff.
March 14, 2004
I NEED PHONE NUMBERS
if you're reading this, and you have phone numbers of anyone who we know who is either interested in paintballing next weekend on the 20th, or just have a bunch of phone numbers for me to call for confirmations - please get on AIM and send a message my way (via zak pow) - I'm out in yelm using a buddy's phone to call people.
Or you could post it here and risk some crazy psycho calling up whomever you post...
then again it isnt you so why do you care? ;)
if you're reading this, and you have phone numbers of anyone who we know who is either interested in paintballing next weekend on the 20th, or just have a bunch of phone numbers for me to call for confirmations - please get on AIM and send a message my way (via zak pow) - I'm out in yelm using a buddy's phone to call people.
Or you could post it here and risk some crazy psycho calling up whomever you post...
then again it isnt you so why do you care? ;)
March 13, 2004
February 29, 2004
What can I say - I'm broke and I like drinking too much & carrying on, two things that typically don't coexist harmoniously.
Only a matter of time before I figured out how to avoid spending all my money in a night out drinking and chasing skirt.
Of course, if I had spent more money or stayed out past 2:30, it certainly would have been a night for the record books.
Dammit. I wish I had. Well, there's always next weekend. Who's coming with?
Remember, kiddies:
Your friend will bail you out of jail. Your best friend will be sitting next to you saying "Man, that was fucking awesome." while you're both waiting for your friend.
Only a matter of time before I figured out how to avoid spending all my money in a night out drinking and chasing skirt.
Of course, if I had spent more money or stayed out past 2:30, it certainly would have been a night for the record books.
Dammit. I wish I had. Well, there's always next weekend. Who's coming with?
Remember, kiddies:
Your friend will bail you out of jail. Your best friend will be sitting next to you saying "Man, that was fucking awesome." while you're both waiting for your friend.
[visitation rights]
$18.28 you say? You'll have to teach me how to pull that one off Bradbury. I have come close, but not that close, to not spending money while still going out and drinking.
Right now I'm at Mr. Collins' residence, playing some Halo System Link and pretty much that's it. Nothing else. We are now going to go to Sharis... from my understanding of things.
If anyone wants to come, then they should consider calling me on my good ol' cell phone of fun: 206.930.5344.
I forgot just how desolate Roy is. I always forget that. That's why I occasionally find myself in Roy. Wondrous.
I had some really comical thing to say... something I observed the other day... but for the life of me it escapes me. Damn. Damn damn damn.
Oh, i did notice though... has anybody else noticed that Michael Collins now looks and acts kinda like James Collins did back in 1999?
From now on, we should all refer to Michael as "James Collins circa 1999". I will.
You know I will.
$18.28 you say? You'll have to teach me how to pull that one off Bradbury. I have come close, but not that close, to not spending money while still going out and drinking.
Right now I'm at Mr. Collins' residence, playing some Halo System Link and pretty much that's it. Nothing else. We are now going to go to Sharis... from my understanding of things.
If anyone wants to come, then they should consider calling me on my good ol' cell phone of fun: 206.930.5344.
I forgot just how desolate Roy is. I always forget that. That's why I occasionally find myself in Roy. Wondrous.
I had some really comical thing to say... something I observed the other day... but for the life of me it escapes me. Damn. Damn damn damn.
Oh, i did notice though... has anybody else noticed that Michael Collins now looks and acts kinda like James Collins did back in 1999?
From now on, we should all refer to Michael as "James Collins circa 1999". I will.
You know I will.
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