Thursday, April 25, 2002

Today's words for the day are LEPROSY and VAGINAS! Although not at the same time. Leprosy will come before the vaginas (much like many men, I hear)

So, yesterday I had to give this big report on leprosy for my micro class. That sucked. I could go into great detail about it, but I won't, cause I bet none of you give shit about microbiology or the immune system. However, in our search for information on leprosy we found *drum roll* LEPROSY HAIKU'S!! Now, before I post my favorites, I have to point out that they deal mostly with the common myth of leprosy that it causes your fingers and other body parts to fall off. This isn't true. That myth was caused because it causes sensory nerve damage in your extremities. So you can't feel your fingers, toes, ears, etc. Back in the day the lepers would go to sleep, and while they slept rats and other vermin would chew their fingers and toes off. Then they would wake up with their finger lying there, so they figured it must have just fallen off. This is what causes the myth. On a related note, if you have advanced leprosy it's also a good idea to put plugs in your nose, or else flies will fly in there and lay eggs, and then you'll have a maggot infestation in your schnozz. This, obviously, would suck. And now my favorite haikus (keep in mind I found these, I did not write these):

we are both holding hands
our finger's intertwine -- hey,
come back here with that!

Leper beach outing
salt water laps at their toes
floating out to sea

Simon was leprous
He left long trails of organs
Boy, was that sucky!

In winter we play
hockey, except when there's a
face off on the ice

Sex can be a drag
when you're afraid of leaving
your true love behind

I was bulimic
until my finger came off
while stuck in my throat

headaches are so fun
someone pulled the dagger out
my head went with it

reading haikus here
i will blow chunks on the floor...
aha! found that finger!

Sorry if I offended any lepers out there, but maybe you shouldn't have sinned and been turned into one of the walking dead by Mr. Vengeful God in the first place, should ya?

And now, VAGINAS! (<--- might be my coolest link, ever) Or... actually, Modular Vaginas, or, in laymen's terms, Replacement Pussy.

Let me elaborate.

This is my new get rich quick scheme. Basically, it's a way for me to get rich off of chicks who have sex, while doing them a favor. I call it the replacement pussy. It's like a pussy cartridge. You pop the old used one out, and slip in the brand new untainted one. It's like a brand new pussy. 19.95 at Walmart. (You can't get more "family friendly" than that, if you know what I mean) You look confused, let me explain further.

Say you are a rather slutty girl who's getting married to a guy with a rather a normal sized penis and you want your wedding night sex to resemble something out of "Lolita" instead of "Journey to The Center of the Earth." You simply pop out that old floppy pussy and replace it with the "CheggBrand Virgin Replacement Pussy" and suddenly it's like prom night all over again. For you truly adventurous girls you can even purchase the addition "CheggBrand Reusable Hymen" for that sheet staining wedding night experience. This new vagina is guaranteed to wear and tear (hee hee) just like a normal vagina, and is fully replaceable if happen to wear that one out as well. (Although if you wear out two vagina's in one lifetime you are one slutty chick!)

Or... say you are a prostitute and you are tired of hearing the Gonorrhea squish every time you sit down. Simply take out that skanky cesspool of a hoo-haa you've created and slip in a new one. You can choose from a variety of sizes ranging from "My first day on the job" to "Bea Arthur couldn't find any better work." Genius!

Or... Say you are a 10 year old girl and you just can't wait to take a spin on Daddy's meat rocket, but you are afraid of your pelvis popping like a hand grenade. Slip out that teeny wuss of a pussy and slip in a "CheggBrand Casual Daddy Sex" pussy. Then you can ride Daddy 'til Mom comes home and not worry about changing the sheets. Then slip your old pussy back in after words and you're 13 year old boyfriend's finger will never know the difference! (in Ozzie's case substitute 10 year old for 8 year old and "Daddy" for "Horse")

And that, my friends (if I have any of you left after reading this) is how I'm going to get rich and change the world. And just think, You'll be able to say you knew back when I just a sick fucker with a website! (btw, thanks to the people who comment, you make updating this site worthwhile)

Speaking of friends, I leave you a final leprosy haiku:

my good friend in need
asks me for a hand today
so I obliged him

Posted by Seager @ 04:46 PM CST Link |

Tuesday, April 23, 2002

So, I have a whole lot to say but very little motivation to say any of it. I had a very fun filled and fulfilling weekend, so I'll give you the quick and dirty, 'cause I'm sure all of you give a flying fuck.

Saturday I ran sound for Ben and "Candy Apple Grey" at some podunk coffee shop. It ruled. It was him on congos and vocals, another dude on guitar, and another chick on vocals. They did acoustic shit. I ran sound and recorded the show. It was nice being a real roadie instead of just an engineer for once. Usually when I record with Ben (we've finished a couple albums, buy them or something) I'm just a lowly engineer and assistant producer. Saturday I was a roadie! I've always wanted to be a roadie. My roadie status failed to get me chicks though... damnit... Ben needs to be in a sexier band. The show went really well. Those fuckers are crazy talented. I'm very honored they let me work with them.

That night after the show I chilled with my Dad for a few hours, who's great to talk to. We had one of those deep father son conversations, it was neato. Then I went over to "The Hotel" which is basically this house chalk full of my friends from home. I spend a lot of time there over breaks. So I went there at 1 am knowing someone would be up, and I chilled with ThePosp and Smalls for a buncha hours and had good mix of "it's been awhile" deep conversation and make me laugh conversation, ate some Perkins, then came back and chilled with them and Spencdaddy and others and had a interesting personality philosophy talk with Spencdaddy. I love discussing philosophy, politics, and human nature with Spencdaddy, it's always a good time. Then I went home, covered my futon in trash bags 'cause it was covered in cat puke, and slept on it.

The next day, I EXPERIENCED THE FUNK! I'm too lazy to do a concert recap now, so I'll point you to the recap on ThePosp's diary thingy. I may tell you people my experiences about it later, but I don't feel like it right now. Suffice to say I was fully saturated with Symphonic Funk and it may have been the best concert I've EVER been too... George Clinton rocks my now funky balls. Shizit!

So, the recap of the weekend is now out of the way. Originally, like yesterday, I wanted to write all these details and post pictures of how my hair turned out from dyeing it again on thurs, but I didn't have time then and I really don't feel like doing that shit now. You may see the hair eventually. I want to write other shit now though.

The reason my brain is working is because I wrote a philosophy paper tonight dealing with virtue ethics. Blah blah, none of you probably care about virtue ethics, so I won't elaborate on that. Part of what I said in the paper, though, is that I believe that love is the cardinal emotion that all other emotions spring from. You need love to feel fear, hate, anger, emotional pain, etc etc. Without self love you would not be afraid, you would not hate someone if you did not care/love them (otherwise you would blow them off), you would not be angry if you did not love the state you were in before something made you angry, and you would not have emotion pain because emotional pain if defined as the absence of love. It made me realize that I had been analyzing some of my emotions wrong. Love in some form is inherent in every emotion, without love, you would die. Early in this semester I was very depressed and did some writing, one of those writing was on this subject. In this writing I had a slightly different view of love. Here is the exert I'm referring too:

"Therefor, turning off emotions is not exactly like suicide. It is a pruning if you turn off only the negative emotions. That is generally impossible, since each emotion has a down and up side. Fear and courage, embarrassment and boldness. If you turn off one you have to turn off it's opposite as well, because they are just poles of the same emotion. IE, if you turn off ALL emotions that make you sad, you can never be happy either. THAT would be suicide. But, when you have one emotion that is always at one poll, and you turn off that emotion, you only turn off either the very good or very bad emotion, since it's opposite does not exist for you. That is why I want to turn off love. I desire to be in love and to be happy and to be at the opposite pole so much, but I feel that will never happen for me, and I can't stand being at the other end of this pole any longer. I give up. I want to turn it off, for good. I will not lose anything, since all I could possibly lose is the bliss that being in love and being loved gives, and I have none of that to lose. The only thing I would lose is the pain that lack of love causes, and the desire to be in love. Losing both would make me content, and make happy again.

Now, where I agree mostly with what I said there, I have changed my mind as to what the effect of turning off love would be. I would not be blissful, I would die. Completely. If I turned off love every emotion would shut down, because only one aspect of love, the relationship aspect, works on a polar system like other emotions. Love as a whole is in every emotion, and must therefor be preserved at all costs.

Heh... I'm tired. I feel like I have more to say, but I don't. I feel inexplicably unhappy tonight... or ... a better word may be discontent... or angsty... I think I'm probably just stressed. This week is going to be hell, I have a lot to do. Maybe that is why I'm writing... eh... I think I'm done.

Oh, and if anyone is wondering, here is how the above exert ended:

"I want to make it permanent. Even more, I want to be in love and be loved. One or the other, and preferably love over the death of the emotion. But I fear that will never happen, and I don't want to risk hell anymore hoping that I may be happy one day. I want to turn off the emotion *now*. I am tired of trying. I want it to end.

But, if I suddenly had the magical choice to never feel love nor miss love, I would say no.

I guess I just want it to go away for now. Fuck, I still have hope."

Which leads me into my rant about how hope is the most painful emotion there is. But I'll save that for another time. Christ, I hope I'm not turning into an emo kid, that would suck

Posted by Seager @ 02:29 AM CST Link |

Thursday, April 18, 2002

"Sodomy, Fellatioooooooooo, Cunnilinguuuuuuuuuuuus, Pederastyyyyyyy, FATHER! why do these words sound so Nasty? Masturbatiooon, can be fuuuuuuuuu-uu-u-uuun. Join the holy orgi kama sutra, every oooooone!" --- Sodomy - Hair, The Musical (extra points to anyone who knew that already)

So, I'm sitting here chilling and listening to Hair while waiting for my hair to dry (ironic, eh?), so I can re-dye the red nub at the end. That way I can be hot sexy again and I will score with all the chicks in their hoo-haas... or something like that.

Tonight there is going to be a big storm supposedly, much like last night. Last night I got pictures of the lightning. Woo! We have some old pictures of lightning I took over the summer on Chegg here, and that is where the new pictures will go soon. But, if you want to see the new ones now some guy has 'em hosted temporally here. I don't know how long he'll have 'em up, so if that link dies you'll just have to wait a few weeks to see 'em when I put them up on Chegg. The new pictures are pretty swank, even though my location (outside my dorm) was pretty shitty for lightning watching. Too many trees. That and most of the lightning was cloud lighting, bastards.

This weekend I go fucking home, I chill with my home bitches (minus the bastard ones that happen to be in Florida, Santa Barbara, and Ithaca), maybe blow some shit up, and listen to Ben and George the mother fucking king of funk Clinton rip some shit up.

Oh yea, It's finally nice enough outside to ride my unicycle again, I play too much Nintendo (that game I hate, Alex), I'm out of pop, I spanked it today, played ultimate frisbee twice, I'm half naked, this is Mark's ass, my test's beat my ass yesterday morning, and it's time to shut up.

Thank you, please drive through.

Posted by Seager @ 09:39 PM CST Link |

Tuesday, April 16, 2002

I only have about 15 min to write this entry but I want to do it now anyway. GO!

Today in Micro was supposed to work with Neisserieae meningitidis which is the causative agent of Bacterial Meningitis, which is an infection in your brain and spinal fluid which tends to kill you. In other words, today in micro we were very careful. So, we're doing all this stuff with it, streaking plates, prepping biochemical tests, stuff like that so when we look at it next week we can learn how to identify it. Finally, we do a gram stain, which pretty just visualizes the organism and tells you a little about it depending on color and shape. (wether it is gram negative or gram positive etc etc) So we do this gram stain and it turns out we have a gram negative spore forming rod. Which, for those of you who know nothing about micro (which is probably all of you) is NOT Neisserieae (gram neg coccus) and is most likely something in the Bacillus species. So, whoever sent us the original strain messed up. Damn, I liked the idea of working with a crazy deadly pathogen. There is a slight chance what we worked with was Bacillus anthraxis, or Anthrax, but I doubt it. Damn. (I bet that story was exciting to none of you.)

It's still a study weekend for me, even though it's Tuesday, so I'm still really busy and a fairly stressed, which is why I only have 7 minutes left. Study weekends tend to make me think too much, 'cause my mind wanders during them. This semester my mind has wandered mostly too whatever my current situation with a certain often mentioned friend was at the time, which made some study weekends unbearable and very unproductive. This study weekend has been a lot better because I'm finally becoming less insane and depressed about the whole thing. Which is nice. I may actually be prepared for these tests. *gasp*

I'm really glad I'm going home this weekend to see George Clinton on Sun and Ben perform on Sat. The shows should kick ass, and I really miss home. Last night felt like summer and I wanted to do summer things, like bonfires, urban climbing, construction zone exploring, parking lot Frisbee, kleptoness, potato gun shooting, bbqing, nakedness at Ozzie's and other such things of questionable legality and morality. It's also made me think that I really don't want to stay in Ames this summer. I have very strong ties in CF still and I only have three months out of a year to hang there. If I stay in Ames this summer I'll only have 2 weeks out of a year to hang there. I'm not sure I could deal with that. The only reason I'm staying in Ames is to get a job in micro, and if that doesn't happen I think I'm heading home. Unless I can land a job in Florida with Alex in micro, in which case I'm there in a second. (woo ya!) But I don't think that's very realistic. Damn. Damn to everything, growing up sucks.

Crap, that took a minute longer than it should have. Time to get back to work. Stay tuned for more entertaining posts in the future.

Posted by Seager @ 03:08 PM CST Link |

Sunday, April 14, 2002

This weekend is a study weekend. That kind of sucks. I have huge amounts of micro to study. Yesterday turned out alright though. I participated in my floor's clean the creek deal where we walk through a large section of our creek and pick up the insane amounts of trash there. It's crazy how many asses throw shit in the creek. That and drunk fucks throw the trash cans that are around campus in the creek every few months or so too. Asses. Then I studied for around 5 hours and that sucked. Then came back and helped Mark clean the room, then chilled with Josh and Mark, ordered pizza and watched "Don't be a menace in south central while drinking your juice in the hood." Which uh... was... funny? I think we would have gotten a lot more of those jokes if we'd seen more ghetto movies. Then Johnny and co. threw rocks at my window around 2 or 3 am and we went out there and chilled with them for a few more hours. All except for Mark, who pussed out and went to bed so he could go to bar tending College in the morning. All in all a good night.

The only thing that bothered me last night shouldn't have bothered me too much. A good friend of mine who I have mentioned a few times here already came home very drunk last night. I knew she was going to get plastered last night so it was no surprise to me, but damn. For some reason I really hate it when she drinks. I doesn't really bother me when other friends of mine drink, but it bothers me a whole lot when she does. It's not very rational, but then most emotions never are. So, whatever, if it floats her boat then she should do whatever she wants to do. She was apparently having a great time so I'm glad for that. Once again the problem rests solely in my brain and how I look at things. Argh. I miss having control of my mind.

I'm not really anti-alcohol, which I think is an impression I give to people. I think alcohol as a general rule is pretty stupid, but I don't hate it. I have a problem with drinking if it becomes someone's life, changes them, addicts them, or if they do it for the wrong reasons. I don't have a problem with the occasional drunk party or the occasional beer or two just hanging out. I'm like that way for most drugs: pot, E, or whatever Spencdaddy happens to be brewing in his organic set. Whatever, as long as it doesn't become your life, make you stupid, turn you into a burnout/zombie, kill you, or hinder you in any other way, the go for it (in moderation). At some point in my life I will most likely have tried drinking, weed, E, and possibly acid. I just don't want to right now. Currently people talking about drinking and throwing up and getting plastered tends to just annoy me. I'm pretty alone in this thought process though, I think. Josh is my only "clean" friend left. Granted, I have friends that don't drink much and maybe only have a beer every few months or something, so I suppose they are like minded for the most part. I think it bothers me more when friends of mine that don't drink very much get drunk (instead of the occasional beer), because it shakes my perception of them. Maybe that's what bothered me so much last night.

I wonder who all reads this.

Posted by Seager @ 02:20 PM CST Link |

Friday, April 12, 2002

Ok... so check this out. Today the entire college of engineering here at good 'ol ISU was signed up for e-mail porn due to the address being posted on StrangeTalk (an ISU bulletin board run by us). That fucking rules, but it's not the funniest part. The funniest part is the bitchfest that resulted between whining engineers and hooligans with a sense of humor. Check it out.

Today I filled out an application and dropped a resume off at the NADC. If I get that job it will be rather... interesting... part of the job description is "The incumbent will assist in research on foodborne pathogens (Salmonella, Listeria, Yersinia) in swine and turkeys. The work will involve processing of microbiological samples, data entry, literature review, and field data collection...." I want you to pay close attention to the underlined parts. Translated from microbio lingo, that means "You will be putting your hands in turkey and pig shit and seeing what is living there." Oh fucking great. I guess it beats working at Macdonalds again. (I really hope AATI hires me.)

On the way back from the whole app deal I went and got some gas for Mark's car and while there someone from my old Highschool (CF) that I hadn't seen in a long time recognized me and came over and said hi. I recognized her but forgot her name (doh). The reason this story is worth mentioning is one of the things she said was that back when she first came to CF I was the first person who was nice to her. That made me feel pretty good. I tried to be nice to everyone back then (and now I suppose) and it makes me feel pretty good that it apparently meant enough to her for her to remember it after what has probably been around 3 years. Crazy.

I was informed of two things since my last entry that I feel the need to mention. The first I will quote directly from my Aunt Bonnie, who rules:

I just heard that if you spray dust bunnies with hair spray and then run over them with rollerblades, they will ignite.
Sounds like fun.

Posted by Seager @ 04:27 PM CST Link |

Thursday, April 11, 2002

Argh, I'm really annoyed right now 'cause I had a really long entry written with lots of links and then my computer crashed, so I get to start over. It probably won't be as good or as funny, but fuck it. There isn't much I can do about it now. Our server is being really laggy all of the sudden too... damn.

Anyway, I'm being impeached. What, impeached you say? My, you must be asking, what important job did Seager have that he's going to be impeached for? It's *drum roll* Male Social Chair of Barker House! *gasp* Oh.. wait... no. Why don't they just fucking kick me out? I don't understand why our floor has an impeachment process. It's not like we're student government or the fucking White House people. Someone, at some point, took their job a little to seriously. Now, don't get me wrong, I deserve to get kicked out. I did a really shitty job. And I do feel pretty bad, 'cause I think I let a lot of people down. I do have my reasons and excuses, but what matters is a well trained monkey could have done a better job than me. So whatever. It just cracks me up that they used the word "impeach." (as long as I'm having political links, I have to add in BillionairesforBush(orGore). This is why I was a Nader and Green Party supporter.)

I thought of a another reason to hate Hitler. That bastard... that ass... that fucker was getting laid and I'm not. I was going to say something at this point about how that's another reason why I'm agnostic, 'cause I don't believe a God exists that would let Hitler get laid and then cockblock me, but Mark informed me at lunch that Hitler apparently had this rare disorder where he sprayed out piss instead of jizz when he came. Man, wouldn't that suck? So I guess it all evens out. Or not, 'cause if you think about it, not only did he kill a few million Jews, he also sprayed piss all over while having sex... How the fuck did this guy get laid at all? I hate that guy.

So anyway, while I was finding the last few links I came across this dumb ass and had to include him. I also found this joke:

The worst golf player in history must have been Adolf Hitler.
He never got out of the bunker.

This entry took almost 2 hours to write 'cause of computer problems. That sucks. I'm going to stop now.

Posted by Seager @ 04:38 PM CST Link |

Wednesday, April 10, 2002

So, I knocked the font down on this bitch so stuff would fit better. Please tell me if it's still readable and all that shiznit. In other words, leave me a little note thingy. I know there has got to be more than three people that has read this. We get more hits than that. Leave notes! Speaking of, good to hear from ya, Stuy. I'm pretty stoked that he apparently checks Chegg enough to have found this new site already, since I haven't talked to him in probably over a year. His site, ElectricBiscuit has been one of Chegg's biggest design influences (for both me and Josh) for awhile now, so it's pretty rad that apparently he likes our site as well. *insert small world cliche here*

311 fucking rocked my balls off, as expected. Hoobastank sounded like... well... a mix between Creed and Incubus... and I hate Creed and have no real opinion of Incubus, so that doesn't say much for Hoobastank. I pretty much just wanted their set to end so I could see 311. Beautiful Disaster is one of the best songs ever written, and it kicked some major ass seeing it live. There was a whole lotta booby flashing going on between the sets, and people were freaking out. I don't get it, they're just boobs, you tools! Haven't you people ever watched HBO? I mean shit boobs aren't freakin' hard to find. I think part of it was the crowd for Hoobastank were all 15 year olds, whereas the crowd for 311 was around 20 something year olds. Argh... I feel like a dirty old man, 'cause there was a lot of hot jailbait there. Damnnn... It kind of sucks that I missed my chance to have sex with 16 year olds back when I was their age too. In a few years I'll be saying: "It kind of sucks that I missed my chance to have sex with 21 year olds back when I was their age too." I suppose that sucks more. Oh well, on the bright side I don't have Gonorrhea! Due to that show I was up until 5am writing chem lab reports, which sucked since I had my interview with AATI this morning at 10.

Ever been interviewed by six people at once? It's kind of crazy. Especially when you are the only guy in the room. In fact, from what I can tell, every scientist, lab tech, lab monkey, and pretty much anyone that didn't work on assembly was female. I don't think that helps my odds of being hired. I think it went really well, though. I really liked it there. I originally planned on making more jokes about the whole fiasco, but I just realized there is a very slight chance they may find this web site and read them, so I'm not going to. (stupid at @chegg.com address) *sigh* See, I'm censoring myself already, that's no good.

In other crap, the fiasco I spoke about in my last entry may be clearing up. I don't know. I did a lot of thinking yesterday and I think a lot of the problem was in my head, not her. She really doesn't treat me that bad from a friend standpoint. If we were dating or she supposedly loved me (as more than a friend) then it would be different, but we aren't and she doesn't. My problem is I forget that. I was more wrong that night than I originally realized. I'm really tired of fighting with her, it's starting to make things awkward. I guess I'll just have to see how things go.

It's really nice outside. As in walking around naked and shit nice. As in hot chicks walking around half naked nice. That rules. I need to go to work now though, so that kind of sucks. It's a good thing I work mostly outside.

We'll end with a joke courtesy of Ozzdaddy:
Q: What's red white and silver and runs in to walls?
A: A dead baby w/ forks in it's eyes . . .

I don't get it... how can it run into walls if it's dead?

Posted by Seager @ 03:20 PM CST Link |

Tuesday, April 9, 2002

So, last night kind of sucked. It was going pretty well until I was informed by one of my best friends that I had managed to piss her off / bother her again. Now, the smart thing to do when something like this happens is to apologize and let the whole thing dwindle out. Unfortunately, last night I didn't do that, 'cause I didn't think I'd done much of anything wrong. In retrospect, I was an ass last night, but no more an ass then I was to anyone else. The thing that bothered me is there appeared to be a double standard, where if I piss her off or bother her she makes me feel guilty and I apologize, whereas is she pisses me off or bothers me and I say anything it generally ends up being turned back around on me somehow. The key thing I forgot last night is that if someone is pissed at you, it's generally a bad idea to choose that time to bring up a critizm of them, no matter how relevant it may be. It's not productive and the only outcome is them being more pissed at you or defensive, and then you get likewise and it's not a good deal. Last night I was not as diplomatic or tactful as I ought to have been, and therefor last night sucked. I could have handled it better, but the extenuating circumstances of me being in love with her and therefore overly sensitive when she is concerned hindered that.

Oooh, so that's your first little glance into why I finally broke down and created this blog type thing. See, I'm torn over whether I like blog/diary things or not. Many of them are incredibly boring and whiny. I don't think anyone who's emotionally stable that keeps one of these things. All the ones I've seen are just reiterating the same whiny middleclass teenager/early20somethings whining that we all know and is hardly original. That's bullshit, that's not entertaining, unless maybe you know the person. Then it's nice 'cause you can keep tabs on them. They are also therapeutic to the person. So whatever. This will probably be a mix of that crap, and actually entertaining things. The ratio of crap to entertaining will most likely depend on my mood at the time.

In other news, I'm drinking Ruby Red Squirt. I don't want to fucking drink Ruby Red Squirt. I want to drink RC. Don't get me wrong, it tastes good and all, but it's like... weird. I'm old and afraid of change. Republicans don't drink squirt. They drink Brandy. Good thing I'm not Republican, but that's not relevant to anything. The important thing is I'm going to 311 tonight and it's going to rock. Hoobastank or whatever they are called I could care less about. Before 311 I need to write 6 chem lab reports. That sucks. I have 4.5 hours until the concert starts, so I better start now, methinks. I also have a job interview tomorrow morning with Advanced Analytical Technologies. I have blue and red hair. I also have to borrow my entire outfit 'cause I don't own anything nice. Think they'll higher me?

Posted by Seager @ 03:41 PM CST Link |

Monday, April 8, 2002

So, er.. I think I'm done. The layout is all neato and every page is finished, I think, so no more crazy scary white page shit. I suppose I should be witty or something now, but I'm not going to be 'cause I don't feel like it. This... "thing"... I'm not 100% sure what it will become. I often feel the need to rant/bitch/say something stupid/entertaining, but rarely that need is enough to motivate me to go edit some crazy html and put it on Chegg, so that's what this is. I don't know what I'll be posting here, or whether anyone will read it. What I do know, however, is it's given me a great excuse to make a graphic baised on a giant penis waterbottle that John gave me back in the day. So yea, fuck whatever content ends up here, I have a giant plastic penis website, and that rules.

Posted by Seager @ 07:37 PM CST Link |

So, yea, I guess this would be my first official non-testing entry into this thing. It's not completed yet, and not anyone really knows about it, but I suppose that's a good thing. I don't have the archive or comments pages finished yet, and although I really want to finish them tonight, bastard stat is in the way. So I have to do that shit instead of finishing this main page and all the other crap. And that's about all I have to say. I just wanted to type some shit so I could see how actual text would look in the layout. Whoop-de-freakin'-doo!

Posted by Seager @ 01:22 AM CST Link |

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