Archive for July, 2003

See… CGI script must know things that I don’t know….

Wednesday, July 30th, 2003


cheat

There’s a 76- 100% Chance You’ll Cheat!

Sound about right?

It’s no surprise, considering how much you put yourself in dangerous situations… Both emotionally and physically. If you haven’t technically cheated, chances are that you do a lot that comes close. Rule of thumb? If you can’t tell your partner about it, then don’t do it. Or if you need a lot of partners, consider an open relationship.

Sound completely wrong?

Then you’ve got incredible self control - Keep it up :-)


Are You Likely to Cheat?


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I don’t know why, but it sounds like fun

Wednesday, July 30th, 2003

10 PRINT “I HATE YOU “;
20 GOTO 10
RUN

Post 243

Wednesday, July 30th, 2003

I am so pathetic. It has been well over a year since we’ve broken up, and I am still 100% completely in love with Melissa. I have tried my best to get over her. I’ve tried everything I can think of to try to get me over her, and none of it has worked.

In order to explain myself a little better, you need to know a bit of our history. For those of you who don’t know who Melissa is‚ Wow! Hi, my name is Daniel. It is nice to meet you.

We started going out when I was a freshman. In the very beginning, our entire relationship was built over the phone. I would call her up every night at 10:30 when I got home and we would talk for hours every night. You get to know someone pretty well when you spend that much time talking to them.

A few months later, we broke up. The reasons are long and not very important right now. The problem is… I called her up the next night. We still clicked. We continued to talk for hours every night after that. There was just something about talking to her, I felt that I could be myself around her.

We became best friends. We hung out all the time, despite the fact that we were broken up, despite the fact that she was off dating Dave B.’s. We were always together. We were always doing things. It always felt right. And that always really hurt.

I moved to my Dad’s house in Jackson, and that didn’t stop us. It’s just I could only afford to talk to her for 4 hours every other night. I wanted her back so badly. You don’t allow yourself to feel these things like this and just let it go. I would have done anything to have her back. I was addicted to that feeling that I got when I was around her. I wanted to marry her. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

I kept telling myself that one day she would come around. One day she would wake up and realize what we had together. She loved spending time with me. She was conscious of the connections we had made. She missed me when I wasn’t around and wanted to be with me. She just, for some reason, couldn’t commit to a relationship with me.

I came back from Jackson, and we got back together. We had a great relationship. We were together for almost 6 years. We had a few problems, and after we moved out things got worse. The last year and a half was pretty bad. We were living in absolute poverty. It really takes a toll on a relationship to be broke all the time.

We started working different shifts. I would never see her. When I would have a chance, she would be sleeping. The worst part of this was, I was for the most part, completely oblivious to my entire world crumbling around me.

So we broke up. It was probably about 8 months too late. Things had been getting really bad, but neither of us had the nerve to do it. I was the one that did it. Have you ever had one of those things where you know you don’t want to do it, but there is a part of you that tells you that you have to? She had started seeing this guy that she met at work, which was the final terminating factor.

The brake up did wonders for our relationship. That night we talked for hours. It made me really realize what I had just gone and done. What I had just given up. Here is this woman that has done to me what no one else has ever been able to come close to, and I was letting her go.

So now here we are. It was been over a year since we decided to give it an end, but that didn’t stop our relationship. She’s with Dave now and has been this whole time, but that doesn’t stop our connection. That doesn’t stop us from being friends. It doesn’t stop me from loving her. It doesn’t stop me from being filled with such happiness every time I’m around her.

Just like the last time, we are once again in this cycle of best friends. I would do anything to have her back. She resists, and I don’t push, but I know there is a part of her somewhere inside that still loves me. I know that were we to ever have another chance, we would do better than we had in the past.

It hurts. I see her, I see her smile, or wiggle her nose in that way she does, or any of the other things about her that I love and I just want to grab her in my arms and hold her, and kiss her. I don’t. That would be against the rules. I am restricted to at most a goodbye hug. And that is always really brief. Still, there is the connection that I have to fight against.

I used to drive a half hour every day just to see her on her lunch break. It was pretty much the only time we had at that time. I gladly did it. It was quite a drive just to see her for an hour, but it was worth it. I enjoyed that time. I would always leave with that feeling of satisfaction of having just spent time with the woman I loved. This mixed with the horrible pain in knowing that she’s not mine. Knowing that I couldn’t hold her.

There are so many things I want to do, but can’t. She has a boyfriend, and I have to respect that. We’ve been good. Nothing has happened between us in over a year. That doesn’t diminish the love I feel. It doesn’t stop us finishing each others sentences. It doesn’t stop us from pulling things out of each other’s heads. It doesn’t stop us from sitting somewhere and just talking for hours on end.

And now here I am. I moved out to Ann Arbor. It was closer to my work and I needed to move anyway. I kinda thought that once I came out here, things would get better. I’m 40 minutes away now. All that means is that I now drive 40 minutes all the time to be with her. And it’s still worth it.

She has changes coming up in her life too. She is moving into an apartment with Dave and James this weekend. You have no idea how much that hurts. She’s making quite a commitment to him. How do you tell the woman you love that she may be making a huge mistake without invoking the jealous ex-boyfriend card?

Sure, I’m opposed to this on the grounds that I am the jealous ex-boyfriend, but I have other reasons for thinking that it may be a mistake at this point. They’ve been having some problems. I don’t get all the details, and I prefer it that way. I have vowed to keep my hands of their relationship. If they ever come to an end, then it must be for their own reasons. I will not have my hands dirtied with the downfall of their relationship.

It does pretty much tie my hands with what I can do with her. I don’t push the issue of us anymore. I could. I wish I could tell here all the things I wanted to. I wish I could tell her how much I love her, whenever and wherever I feel it. I have to keep that to myself now. I can’t tell her how beautiful I think she looks. I can’t tell her how much I enjoy sitting on her back porch and talking. I can’t tell her all the reasons why I want her back. It’s against the rules.

I know I need to stop being around her all the time. It’s not helping me get over her at all when I’m constantly being reminded of exactly what it is that I love. I’ve put myself through a lot of guilt over this. I came to the conclusion that, even though I know it’s pathetic, it makes me happy. That can’t be all that bad can it? I have almost everything I need. I just need the confirmation of out love.

I’m a ENFP

Monday, July 28th, 2003

ENFPs in short:

Warmly enthusiastic, high-spirited, ingenious, imaginative. Able to do almost anything that interests them. Quick with a solution for any difficulty and ready to help anyone with a problem. Often rely on their ability to improvise instead of preparing in advance. Can usually find compelling reasons for whatever they want.

About 5% of the population.

Details on ENFPs:

For ENFPs nothing occurs which does not have some significance, and they have an uncanny sense of the motivations of others. This gives them a talent for seeing life as an exciting drama, pregnant with possibilities for both good and evil. This type is found in only about 5 percent of the general population, but they have great influence because of their extraordinary impact on others.

ENFPs strive toward the authentic, even when acting spontaneously, and this intent is usually communicated nonverbally to others, who find this characteristic attractive. ENFPs, however, find their own efforts of authenticity and tend to heap coals of fire on themselves, always berating themselves for being so conscious of self.

ENFPs consider intense emotional experiences vital; when they have these, however, they are made uneasy by a sense of being there but with a part of themselves cut off. They strive for congruency, but always see themselves in some danger of losing touch with their real feelings, which ENFPs possess in a wide range and variety.

ENFPs exercise a continuous scanning of the external environment and nothing out of the ordinary is likely to escape their attention. They are keen and penetrating observers and are capable of intense concentration on another individual while aware of what is going on about them. Their attention is never passive or casual, never wandering, but always directed.

At times, ENFPs find themselves interpreting events in terms of another’s “hidden motive,” giving special meaning to words or actions. This interpretation tends to be negative and, more often than not, inaccurately negative. In the process, an ENFP may find that he or she has introduced an unnecessary, toxic element into the relationship.

While ENFPs are brilliantly perceptive, they can make serious mistakes in judgment, which works to their discomfort. These mistakes derive from their tendency to focus on data which confirm their own biases. They may be absolutely correct in their perceptions but wrong in their conclusions.

Because they tend to be hypersensitive and hyper alert, they may suffer from muscle tension. They live in readiness for emergencies; because they have this facility, they assume this is true for others. They can become bored rather quickly with both situations and people, and resist repeating experiences.

They enjoy the process of creating something - an idea or a project but are not as interested in the follow-through. They are typically enthusiastic, and this is contagious. People get caught up and entranced by an ENFP. Yet this type is marked with a fierce independence, repudiating any kind of subordination, either in themselves or in others in relation to them.

They do tend to attribute more power to authority figures than is there and give over to these figures an ability to “see through” them - which also is not apt to be there. While ENFPs resist the notion of others becoming dependent or having power over them, their charisma draws followers who wish to be shown the way. ENFPs constantly find themselves surrounded by others who look toward the ENFP for wisdom, inspiration, courage, leadership, and so on - an expectancy which, at times, weighs rather heavily on an ENFP.

ENFPs are characteristically optimistic and are surprised when people and events do not turn out as anticipated. Often their confidence in the innate goodness of fate and human nature is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

ENFPs have a remarkable latitude in career choices and succeed in many fields. As workers, they are warmly enthusiastic, high spirited, ingenious, imaginative, and can do almost anything that interests them. They can solve most problems, particularly those dealing with people. They are charming and at ease with colleagues; others enjoy their presence.

ENFPs are outstanding in getting people together, and are good at initiating meetings and conferences, although not as talented at providing for the operational details of these events. They enjoy inventing new ways of doing things, and their projects tend to become a cause, quickly becoming personalized.

They are imaginative themselves, but can have difficulty picking up on ideas and projects initiated by others. They must make these ideas and projects their own if ENFPs are to lend energy and interest. Once people or projects become routine, ENFPs are likely to lose interest; what ‘might be’ is always more fascinating than ‘what is.’

ENFPs make extensive use of their intuitive powers. They usually have a wide range of personal and telephone contacts, expending energy in maintaining both career and personal relationships.

ENFPs make excellent salespeople, advertising people, politicians, screen or play writers, and in general are attracted to the interpretive arts, particularly, character acting. People-to-people work is essential for ENFPs, who need the feedback of interaction with others.

ENFPs may find it difficult to work within the constraints of an institution, especially in following rules, regulations, and standard operating procedures. More frequently, institutional procedures and policies are targets to be challenged and bent by the will of an ENFP. Colleagues and superiors sometimes find themselves in the position of having to accommodate and salvage.

At times, ENFPs demonstrate impatience with others; they may get into difficulty in an organization by siding with its detractors, who find in an ENFP a sympathetic ear and a natural rescuer. In occupational choice, ENFPs quickly become restless if the choice involves painstaking detail and follow-through over a period of time. Variety in day-to-day operations and interactions best suits the talents of ENFPs, who need quite a bit of latitude in which to exercise their adaptive ingenuity.

As mates, ENFPs tend to be charming, gentle, sympathetic, and nonconformist. They are not likely to be interested in the less-inspired routines of daily maintenance and ever will be seeking new outlets for their inspirations.

As parents, ENFPs are devoted to their children, shifting from a role of “friend in need rescuer” to stern authority figure. They may not always be willing to enforce their impulsive pronouncements, but leave it to their mates to follow through.

A mate of an ENFP can expect charming surprises: extravagant generosity punctuated by periods of frugality. Independent actions regarding money on the part of an ENFP’s mate are not ordinarily welcomed, and the mate may find him or herself in an embarrassing situation of having to return purchases.

ENFPs generally are the ones in charge of the home, and a conflict-free home is desired, almost demanded. When he or she is in charge of economic resources, the ENFPs may contain extravagant luxuries, while necessities may be missing. They are not always interested in saving for the future and may be casual in giving consideration to such things as life insurance, savings accounts, and even a ready cash supply for mate and children.

ENFPs are characteristic in their pursuit of the novel, their strong sense of the possible, and outstanding intuitive powers. At the same time, they have warmth and fun with people and generally are unusually skilled in handling people. Their extroverted role tends to be well developed, as is their capacity for the novel and the dramatic.

I’m disappointed…

Sunday, July 27th, 2003

I walked around Ann Arbor for a few hours tonight, and not one person could tell me where to find Weapons Grade Plutonium. Not even a tiny bit. You know, just to say that I have Weapons Grade Plutonium.

Post 240

Saturday, July 26th, 2003

The sooner the record companies stop trying to figure out how much their losing via the internet, then they can start thinking of ways to make money via the internet.

Is it illegal for me to make tapes of songs I hear on the radio? Can I then transfer those songs onto Mp3 form? Can I then trade those songs to other people? How then are they losing on money? I never paid for those songs… but neither are the millions of people sitting in their cars right now.

It’s high time we declare the DMCA un-constitutional

Post 239

Thursday, July 24th, 2003

Does anyone ever eat at White Castle during normal business hours?

An ASCII movie of the Matrix

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003

http://abstract.cs.washington.edu/~renacer/ascii-matrix.html.gz

Note: Decrease your text size and it looks a lot cooler

(stolen from )

Post 237

Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003
  1. What’s on your bedside table?
    Lamp, Alarm Clock, Remote, Bag of Doritos
  2. What’s the geekiest part of your music collection?
    My entire music collection is geeky
  3. What do you eat when you raid the fridge at night?
    Hot Dogs, microwaved till the point that they crack, no bun
  4. What is your secret guaranteed weeping film?
    The “Gee I’m glad it’s raining” part in Ernest Goes to Camp
  5. If you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done?
    I’d have huge tits.
  6. Do you have a completely irrational fear?
    I have a horrible fear of having my jugular vein punctured and bleeding to death.
  7. What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moments?
    I twirl whatever is in my hand, or else I tap.
  8. Do you ever have to beg?
    “aint too proud to beg…”
  9. Do you have too many love interests?
    yes.
  10. Do you know anyone famous?
    not personally,
  11. Describe your bed.
    I just got my brother’s bed and headboard, Candice’s Grandfather’s frame.
  12. Spontaneous or plan?
    Spontaneous
  13. Who should play you in a movie about your life?
    The movie about my life won’t have me in it. Every scene will start 5 seconds after I left the room. I will play an innkeeper however.
  14. Do you know how to play poker?
    I know the rules. I can play. I’m not any good.
  15. What do you carry with you at all times?
    Cell phone, cigarettes, keys, wallet
  16. How do you drive?
    like an old lady, but I’ll still scare the crap out of any passengers.
  17. What do you miss most about being little?
    being able to fit into children’s clothing
  18. Are you happy with your given name?
    I used to never like my middle name. (or at least how I got it) I’ve had many nick-names that I’ve used, but I don’t mind my name all that much.
  19. What color is your bedroom?
    White, and pretty bare. (I just moved in)
  20. What was the last song you were listening to?
    Stavesacre - Tranewreck
  21. Have you ever been in a school play?
    the other grandpa in Charlie and The Chocolate Factory
  22. Have you ever been in love?
    yes.
  23. Do you like yourself and believe in yourself?
    I try to.
  24. It’s the great disappearing question!
    42
  25. Do you think you’re cute?
    Cute? I think I’m damn sexy.
  26. Do you consider yourself to be a nice person?
    I try to be, although I don’t always succeed.

News Item: 2003-07-21

Monday, July 21st, 2003

Now running ActivePerl 5.6.1 b635

Low Urinals

Sunday, July 20th, 2003

Okay, so in the Men’s bathrooms here at work, we have urinals. And in almost every place where there is a urinal, there is at least two. Whenever this happens, you find that one is normal height, and the other is much lower.

I don’t have a problem with this. I understand that this is so smaller children can easily piss on the walls. (because that’s what you do when you use a urinal) But why is that the case at my work? When they were designing this building, the had to think about the fact that it would mostly be used by adults. Even counting in the fact that some adults are shorter than others, there is still no reason to make them quite that low. They should have considered the average height of the people that would be using it, (i.e. Adult men, employed by the company) and placed the height of the urinal appropriately.

I just hate using the little urinal.

Post 235

Thursday, July 17th, 2003

Good bye Garden City

Post 234

Thursday, July 17th, 2003

Wednesday, July 9 2003

Sunday, July 13th, 2003

Day 3 at work. I was flying through my calls. I got about 35 calls in. I was so happy. Too bad it won’t always be like that.

On my way home, I was thinking about Christin. It had been a while since I had seen her, and with my new schedule, it’s hard to ever hang out with them. A short while later, Christin called. Ken was off work for a little bit, so they could stay out late. I planned on going straight over there.

Melissa called a few minutes later. I told her that I was going over to Ken and Christin’s and that she should meet me there. We played a couple games of Euchre. I used to hate that game so much. When we lived in the apartment, they would play that game all the time. I never wanted to play, and I was always the fifth person, so I got to sit out while they played game after game of Euchre. Ever since I’ve been trying to change certain things about myself, I’ve tried to include my hatred of Euchre into that. I don’t mind the game as much, but I’m still not very good at it.

Next, we played Life. I got sent back to the start of the game. I almost got sent back again, but they said that it wasn’t really fair, considering that they were already halfway around the board. Kali made it all the way through the game without any children. (and well over a million dollars) Christin was right behind. She didn’t have as much money, and she had one son. I was all the way in the back. I had a wife, but my car fell over and she fell out. So the way I see it, we must have gotten a divorce. I was all the way back, with almost no money when they finished the game. I suicided. I don’t really know why, it’s just a game, but it made me kinda depressed.

Afterwards, I went home.

Tuesday, July 8 2003

Sunday, July 13th, 2003

I borrowed my mom’s car to get to work today. My brother needed to use my car for his driving test. He is really familiar with my car, and my mom’s and Jeff’s cars are both stick shift.

I stopped at McDonald’s at Zeeb rd for food before I went in. I was figuring out how much money I would have to make it through the week. I just barely had enough. I go into work, and Ben asks me for the money for the remote. Well, there goes $30 out of the $50 I had left.

On the way home, it was raining. I couldn’t figure out how to get my mom’s wiper blades to turn on. I had to keep hitting the washer button. Not the best solution, but it works.

Jeff had wanted to talk to me in the morning, but I never saw him before I left for work. He said that he thought I was avoiding him to Andy. It was kinda making me mad that they were doing all this. They should be happy that it was beginning to look like I would have a place to live close to where I work.

The remote doesn’t quite work in my bedroom. I’ll need to figure out a way to extend the range.

Monday, July 7 2003

Sunday, July 13th, 2003

Today, before work, I stopped in to check out the Eagle Pointe apartments. The lady seemed really nice and appeared rather impressed with me. Appearance makes such a big difference. Had I shown up in a pair of jeans and a Nine Inch Nails T-shirt, I wouldn’t have made a good impression. I was dressed for work. I look somewhat professional in my work clothes.

She showed me the model apartment. I could definitely see myself living there. She asked me if I had a preference as to living on the top or bottom floor. I was so nervous about getting the place that I told her that it didn’t matter. In retrospect, I should have said bottom. I can’t have a waterbed on the top floor.

Today was my first real official day at work. We got our own cube. (I share with 3 other people) Work was pretty easy. I think I’ll be able to adjust to this job pretty well. There are trainers floating around to answer questions when they come up.

I bought a remote control for my computer off of Ben. That will really come in handy when I get my own place.

After work, I went to Brian’s. For some reason, I was thinking that I would only get there for the last 15 minutes of Raw. I get there with an hour and fifteen minutes to spare, so that will be all cool. After Raw, I just went home.

Andy told me that Jeff was mad at me because I hadn’t been paying my mom off, and that I was putting in the app for an apartment. He said that if I didn’t pay them, then they would take my car. I haven’t even been paid yet. I was planning on paying them as soon as I got my check; they just need to be patient.

Sunday, July 6 2003

Saturday, July 12th, 2003

When I woke up this morning, my mom was making breakfast for Jeff and herself, but none for us. So, Andy and I went to Cole’s. They were really busy, so we couldn’t sit in the smoking section. While I was eating my omelet, I lost another tooth. I’m so mad about this shit. I’m now missing two teeth. I really think I might have acidic saliva. My friend Ken has that. His teeth rotted away. He now has absolutely no teeth left. I really need to see a dentist about this, but I’m going to have to wait until I can get dental insurance. I try to take good care of my teeth (although I haven’t always done such a good time) There are times when I can practically feel my teeth rotting away.

A while later, I was talking to Ben and Andy, and they suggested that I meet them up at Denny’s. I met them, and got a coffee. The waitress was getting kinda mad that we weren’t ordering any food. I felt bad for her, so I ordered a piece of pie. I was kinda hungry, that was the only menu I had available at the time, and it looked good. Ben ordered pie and a piece of ass to go. It didn’t work. Nice attempt at a pick up line though. Too bad he wasted it on a waitress. A profession where they undoubtedly get so many pick up lines that it doesn’t even faze them anymore.

I was out of time for my phone, and the Cingular store that I usually buy my time at was closed. (even though the sign on the door said that they should still be open) We went over to Best Buy to get some time. The Best Buy is right next door, and I knew that I would be back, so I asked her if I could just settle my bill when I got back. I left my car keys as collateral. I found the cards easily. Andy was looking for an earpiece for his phone, but they didn’t have the type he wanted for his model of phone. (apparently, Nokia uses a different type of jack) I almost bought Everquest. There has been so many people that I work with that have been telling me about that game that I wanted to see what it was like. I eventually decided not to. Perhaps I’ll buy it later when I get a bit more money.

I was leaving Denny’s when Melissa called me. Perfect timing. I went over to her house and hung out with her for a bit. We tried to call Dave, but my phone is so incredibly crappy. I had to do the whole “Can you hear me now? Good!” all the way up the stairs. We went over there to hang out with him for a bit. John showed up a few minutes later. We got into an argument (all the guys vs. Kali) about wrestling. You know your argument is flawed when you start off with “First of all, Shakespeare sucks” Now while I may or may not agree with that, it’s just not a good thing to start off with.

Next, we went to the Westland fireworks. We were supposed to be meeting so many people up there. We met up with Ben and Andy. It was looking like it was going to be raining and they were leaving. We walked around a little bit, but didn’t really see anyone else, so we found a place to sit. It was raining, but it was only a light sprinkle. It kinda felt good. We were really worried that the fireworks wouldn’t start. There was some talk of canceling them because of the rain. Man, I would hate to be the guy that had to deal with the mob as soon as they announce that everybody needs to go home. Have I ever mentioned that I am allergic to grass? Well, I am.

The fireworks were cool. There were several times when I said to myself. “Wow! Okay, is that it? Nope, here they go again.” I was surprised that a shitty city such as Westland could put on such a good fireworks show.

After the show, we ran into Tony. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him. Brings me back to the days in the apartment. I would actually like to hang out with him again sometime. His incessant lying would sometimes get on my nerves, but he was okay to hang out with for short periods of time anyway. Plus, the other guy he was with seemed cool. I’ve never met him before. Him or Tony’s new girlfriend.

Okay, I have a question. If I see a chair abandoned by one of the trash cans, slightly broken, but fixable, is it wrong for me to take it? I saw it there and couldn’t pass it up. I now have a new foldable chair.

Traffic was horrible. We just sat in my car for the longest time and basically just waited till all the cars were gone. This would have been fine, but John had to go to the bathroom. Dave called and said that he needed about 45 minutes before we could come back over. He would call. We went back to Kali’s house and played a few games of Rummy while waiting for him to call.

When he called, kali said that she wouldn’t be going back over there. We went to Dave’s, I hung out for a little bit longer, and then I went home.

Saturday, July 5 2003

Friday, July 11th, 2003

Today, I was still camping. It was raining pretty badly early on, so we all had to seek refuge in the tents. I was the first one awake, so I ended up falling back asleep. I awoke to the smell of a joint being passed back and forth. We were all huddled together in my parent’s tent.

We wanted to get started on breakfast, but it was still raining. We grabbed the pavilion, and figured out how it was to be all set up inside the tent. We all ran outside and got it set up as fast as we could. Pit crew style. We now had some shelter from the rain.

Eve went to the store to get some Irish Cream for the coffee. Tommy put a whole bunch in his coffee. He’s going to try to get alcohol any way he can. He ended up not liking how it tasted. The rain eventually stopped and we had our breakfast.

We had an appointment to go canoeing at 1. They drove us down the road a bit and set us up. It was Andy, Tommy, and me in a canoe. The river was so shallow. We had to keep getting out and walk the canoe along because the river was so shallow. To make matters worse, If it wasn’t shallow, it was covered in fallen branches. We started out with me in back and Andy up front. After we crashed so many times, we switched. I was a little better in the front. I know how to steer.

The trip was okay. I would have really preferred to have a little deeper of water. Tommy initially grabbed a life jacket. The guy said “It’s good that you have a jacket, but truthfully, if you fall in, just stand up” Tommy kept looking for pot plants growing wild. That kid is so gullible some times. He’s not as bad as some of the other pretenders to Step-brotherhood, but can be a little annoying at times. We got back, and had to wait for my dad and Eve, and Charlie to get back. They had the keys to my car.

I let Eve borrow my copy of the Principia Discordia. I had just gotten it back after like two years, and now I’m lending it out again. We need a Discordian version of the Gideons. Someone who will go around butting copies of the PD in hotel rooms. I need to put together a pamphlet. Everything you need to know about being a good discordian. I suppose it would only need one sentence. “Do what thou wilst shall be the whole of the law.” – Hassan I Sabbah

Andy and I took off. We stopped by Jackson on the way home. We talked to my grandpa for a little bit, and restocked a little off of one of Andy’s friend’s there. I wish I had friends in Jackson. I never met anyone there that summer I lived there. Okay, that’s not true. I met these two girls, but I ended up stopping seeing them when Kali got jealous. (so maybe that wasn’t over the summer after all)

On the way home, we stopped off and checked out my new apartment. (well, the place that I was looking at at the time.) We got a little lost in Ann Arbor. Jackson rd turns into Washtenaw. It didn’t take us all too long and then we were home. We got changed and what not and got ready to go out to Detroit.

Next stop, the Phage show. Both me and Andy dressed inappropriately for the show. My outfit wasn’t as bad as his was. He realized this when the first people we saw were Joe and Erin. Erin apologized for the last time I saw her. (ref. 5-31-3) I told her that it was no big deal. I’m really used to it now. People seem to feel comfortable talking to me about the thing that they just really need to get off their chests. I don’t mind it. I like to help my friends, and it makes me feel good to know that people think they can trust me with their problems. (god, I’m such a fag)

There was this really messed up woman sitting at a table outside of the apartments by where we were. Everybody went over to talk to her. Everyone was telling jokes. We walked up, and she asked Andy to tell a joke. He later said that the only jokes he could come up with at that very second were racist. No one ever stops to think that the racist jokes are a major way to breed racism. I’m not really racist at all, but I know and have heard many racist jokes in my life. (who hasn’t) We eventually left her alone to dance to her boom box.

Subliminal (Pat M.’s band) was pretty interesting. I think the best review I heard of them was when someone said “I feel like I’m going to walk in there, sit down, the bar is going to come down, and I’ll go through the haunted house” They were at least good for what they were trying to accomplish. Nice use of photography in the background.

Churchill’s Revenge was up next. They were really good. I can always go for a good punk band. I need to go see more punk shows. Maybe I’ll check them out again. Dave ended on a cover of Tenacious D’s “Fuck her Gently”

I met this girl there that said she remembered me from West middle school. That was 7th grade, and I only went there that year. I know I don’t look like I did back then, but my face hasn’t changed that much. (I have a little more facial hair now. I was just starting it back then) She said that she never forgets a face. I would love to have that skill. I try my hardest to learn who people are, but I’m still horrible with names.

The Phage went on last. Such a great show. Pat reminded me of Ray Charles. I could almost see him channeling this blind black man. (who I believe is still alive) They did half the set, and then Tim and Mike switched off. I only knew the four songs that were on the Cd, but the rest of it was good. They had TV’s set up tuned to static, with their symbol over the screen. Nice effect.

After the show. We went home. Greg still owes me two bucks.

Post 229

Friday, July 11th, 2003

Does anyone know of anybody that is looking to rent a bedroom in Ann Arbor, say $300/mo? If so, let me know

Friday, July 4 2003

Wednesday, July 9th, 2003

Today was a total camping day. I did all your basic camping things. I woke up before anyone else. I got out of the tent, smoked a cigarette, went pee, then went back to bed. I woke back up when I started to smell breakfast. Eve forgot the sugar once again. We had to take cover because the rain was coming in really fast. Andy, Tommy, and I sat in my car. Tommy wasn’t feeling very well. His stomach was really hurting. I convinced him that he may be coming down with an acute case of Hypochondria. (god, he’s so gullible)

The rest of the day was pretty much spent doing nothing. We went to the Concord Mall. (A whole 1 store) The power went out while we were in there. I drank a few beers. (That’s the benefit of being of age now, I can get a beer from my dad)

We didn’t have any fireworks. I was rather disappointed. It was the fourth of July, and I didn’t see a single firework. The campgrounds we were at didn’t allow fireworks, but still, I expected to see some. I saw more fireworks the other day when I set off fireworks for Mychael.

Jane Dawg broke out of her collar. My dad and Charlie set up a line and pulley so she would have some room to run. That dog is so stupid, she still would find ways of getting herself tied up. The only way to get her untied is to walk with her around the tree. Andy untied her and then ran with her. She ran to the end of her line, and she was running so hard that she snapped right through her choke chain. She was stunned for a second, then she realized that she was free. Man that dog can run! Once she gets free, she’s gone. We had to go chase her down. Thankfully some of the other campers had some lunch meat. She‘ll always stop for lunch meat.

That’s about all I did…