Slightly North

Well, where to begin. This is turning out to be an ok week for once. On tuesday I learned how to use a $35,000 piece of equipment called a Fusion Splicer. It takes two pieces of fiber optic cable and fuses them together using a very high voltage laser. My first one passed but it broke when I was trying to remove it from the machine. Still, it was pretty cool to learn.

Other news around here. I no longer offer hosting except on an invitation basis only. Please stop asking me to host you. You know who you are.

Why is it that most Government Web Sites look like total shit? I guess that is what happens when you have an office clerk take a basic html course. My better judgement tells me to not visit government sites anyway. I keep thinking about the days when geocities was quite popular. And then I think about dial-up BBSs. Shoot me.

Early morning Monday. Oh how I won't miss these. Getting to work an hour early is no big deal once a week, but why the fuck does it have to be Monday? I am the model of the american working class. Love me.

Song that comes to mind today:

"I wish California would light on fire, and everyone would burn tonight. I wish California would fall in the ocean and everyone would die."


or even better:

"Nazi-cops and Nazi-skins, sometimes it seems they're gonna win. Gotta stick together gotta tighten up, then we're gonna FUCK SHIT UP!"

Kudos to anyone who knows who wrote these words:

Why is there hatred in your eyes?
Because I can feel love.
Why is there envy in your eyes?
Because I can not be caught.
Why can't you see the things that I see?
Because your eyes are sewn shut.
What happened to your body and your mind?
Destroyed forever in your quest for money.

Scared for fucking life!

People who decided it wasn't for them.
Did they really make that decision?
Conditioning runs deep in the U.S.A.
Teenage rebellion is just fine as long as it stops once you turn 18.
Thousands of punks turned to societys tools.
There is something in their eyes.
You can tell they sold out.
Remember punk is more then teenage rebellion.
Sure it starts there but where does it end?
And the list is thousands long.
What other life is there besides a life of freedom?
Never give in, never give up!
When boredom sets in,
Think of the young kids who we once were.
That enthusiam is still there.
You look around, what do you see?
One to replace every five that leave.
And the list is millions long.
But, lately I see and upsurgency,
Back to old values of dedication and,
Fucking Rebillion.

Perhaps the list is hundreds long.
Perhaps the list is hundreds long....

Well, happy day for me. Actually, this day has kicked major ass. The company I work for also is part owner in a sports bar up in Boulder. So I went to lunch with one of the guys to talk to him and the bar manager about a web page. While in the middle of lunch, one of the customers came over to our table to say goodbye to the manager. Turns out this guy is the OWNER of The Onion. I was introduced to him and we chatted for a second. He was a really cool guy. I told him that I am a really big fan of his work. He seemed happy about that. So anyway, the manager is going to drop my name and see if I can't get in on the web side of The Onion. How cool would it be to say "yeah, I work for The Onion!"

Back to work for me now...

I don't know what it is. I have lost a lot of intrest in this site and the web in general. It just all seems like the same thing over and over again. Really the one thing I look forward to each week is the atroxi show. The web can be so cold and unfeeling. It is hard to convay emotion through words alone. I don't know. I keep getting requests for hosting. Everyone wants something for free. I find it hard to tell the ones I don't want to host exactly WHY I don't want to host them. The sad fact is that they don't catch my eye. Why would I want to fill up my server with stuff I will never pay attention to anyway? And yet they seem to think I owe it to them to host it. Like it is my responsability to host their domain and fuck with MX records, install scripts, and then make time for my own life. Sorry, but it doesn't quite work that way. Maybe this all stems from the fact that I am playing a lot more EverQuest again. Or maybe it is because I am very stressed out at work and it is affecting the rest of my life. It seems more and more that I just want to come home from work and lose myself in a world where nothing really matters. I die and I can start over. Ugh, who got this world to the point it is at right now? Is there an RMA department I can call?

Found this today. Yes it is EverQuest related. Yes I am 100% addicted again. No, I am not going to shut up about this game anytime soon.

Well how nice. It seems that my outlook personal folders file became corrupt and ate itself. I think it was getting a bit too big anyway.

Oh well, if you have emaild me in the past few days and I never responded, please write me again.

I bought the new Suicide Machines album yesterday. I have to say, they have gotten a lot better. Maybe more mellow at times, but I like it. It is almost like they have incorporated a bit of emo with their brand of ska/punk.

Really good stuff. Another new CD on my plate is "Texas is the Reason." Another awesome band. Check them out if you have the time or money.