Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Last night after I wrote the below PP entry I e-mailed many of my coworkers this warning about robots. This morning they didn't fire me. I was relieved. I don't think they neccisarly found it funny, either, but that's ok because I WASN'T JOKING!!!! Bastards are going to kill of mankind and they don't even know it...

On a side note, I get to go to Cats next monday with Qehndrah. It's going to rule.

Carry on.

Posted by Seager @ 12:25 PM CST Link |

Qehndrah thinks that I am a bad writer. Well, not so much a bad writer, but one that is not a literary snob like herself. I figure as leng as i get my across pointe it mater don't. Eh? I thought you'd agree.

There was a time that I was a stellar writer. That was back in highschool. I took many higher level writing classes and blew the shit out of them. I was good. That was then, this is now, where thankfully my only readers are equally as illiterate and stupid as I, and are also not easily offended!

(With luck those of you that weren't offended by Replacement Vaginas also won't be offended by me calling you stupid outright. Although, to be safe, I should mention that I don't really mean it, please love me, I long for your touch, oh baby, oh baby, oh!)

Zach visited for awhile a few days ago, and so did Mike from the Roadshow. It was a grand 'ol time. We played frisbee golf. Zach took pictures. They are soon to come.

So, I'm working a lot nowadays. I still have the same job at AA. It used to be called AATI, but now we're just AA, I guess. We've dropped the TI to save money on ink when we print out memos or something like I that. I dunno. I figure it's just so when the CEO's of other companies finish drowning their fears about this dismal economy in a glass of Jack and type AA into google in an attempt to get their life back on the right path they'll get our site instead of Assholes Anonymous or whatever they were looking for and do business with us. It can't hurt.

Oh, btw, I wasn't trying to infer that all CEOs are alcoholic assholes. Just most of them. And no, that wasn't just a disclaimer for work in case someone from there still reads this (heaven forbid). Besides, we don't even have a CEO anyway, we have a COO, which is short for COOH, which is chemistry speak for carboxylic acid, a substance commonly found in ORGANIC POISONS!! (probably) ... COINCIDENCE!! I THINK NOT!

So, anyway, the only real problem with work is that I have to show up to get paid. That's a real downer. On Mondays and Wednesdays I bike to work and work from 9-11am, then bike to class, and then go back to work at 2:30 and work 'til around 8:30. I'm getting in over 7 hours those days, which translates nicely into me being able to pay rent if they ever get around to paying me. Sadly I'm back to doing just tech work because no one else is around to really do it. However, I'm really fast and efficient at what I do, so it's not so bad. As usual I get through the day by making stupid not funny jokes in my head that amuse me to no end, and often imagine fun scenarios involving me jamming pipettes into the eyes of the employees of the other companies that share this building with us. I don't really have a reason. Sometimes they hog the autoclave, I guess. That's a reason...

Anyways, I figure a jabbing a pipette in someone's eye would be pretty cool. There's a lot of pressure in them thar brains. Here, I'll draw you a picture, courtesy of mspaint:

*shrug* See... going to work is bad for people. So is eating onions.

Posted by Seager @ 01:14 AM CST Link |

Thursday, September 11, 2003

Yesterday I worked 7.5 hours, bike 20 miles around town, and got cool lights so my bike lights up like a christmas tree. I also got my digicam working again. Wootanany! Because of this, I will post pictures below. Now, keep in mind the apartment isn't 100% clean in these, much to Qehn's dismay, but that's ok, because I can actually honestly say the apartment is usually cleaner. No, really. Fuck you.

Uhm... Mike from the Roadshow is visiting until the weekend. That rules, we're going to make him play frisbee golf this weekend. I think Zach may be coming up too... And Josh would as well if he weren't a reluctant gopher. (I don't know what that means, exactly... anyway: Josh = you should visit now)

I don't really have much else funny or relevant to report on, SO ON WITH THE PICTURES!

Apartment: more: 1 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | dumb | voy | poop | sexy

My room: More: 1 | 2 | 3

Qehndrah and I: (may be nauseating) More: 2 | 3

And.... THE LIZARD: Jesus New Shoes Belt-McGee (RIPTOR!)

Posted by Seager @ 10:00 PM CST Link |

Tuesday, September 9, 2003

LIKE A DQ BLIZZARD!

Mc Chris rocks my balls. Notedly, Jesus doesn't rock. He doesn't know how. He could probably handle being in a reggie band, or Phish, but really... He'd be listening to Bach and you all know it. The one exception is apparently 38th Parallel who I became a fan of before I realized their rapcore was Jesus fuelled. I give them credit, however, for not having a preachy live show and for screaming so loud that I didn't noticed their lyrics were all about God until after seeing them live 3 or 4 times. They are apparently what happens when Jesus takes viagra, and are the ONLY exception to Jesus's inability rock. I saw them for the first time in 2 years a few nights ago at the M-Shop, and before the show I was worried that they would suck after being signed to a major christian label 2 years ago. True, their recordings do suck now, way wussier than the self engineered demo CD they had hammered out, but they still rule live, so it's OK.

On a side note, since when did Jews like Jesus? I mean, he might be useful to them if they needed to practice woodshop, but that's about it. ... erm...

So, I've been writing down some random things to remember to talk about. Such as, according to a crappy movie we're watching Buffalo Bill's wife likes to sing Opera.

Ok, maybe you don't care. Fuck you all. Soon I will get my digicam fixed and then you will all rue the day that you didn't laugh at things that I find mildly amusing while not paying attention in class. I mean, really, they made a big deal out of his wife singing opera. It was fucking annoying. *sigh* Apparently making a big deal out of his wife singing opera is contagious.

Qehndrah had to run home today out of the blue to grab some stuff. It was rather upsetting because I could not go with her and she has no protection. BUT, she is on her way back now, so hopefully she is unharmed. erm...

I'm going to go scratch my nuts now. My phone = 460-4187

Posted by Seager @ 01:48 AM CST Link |

Friday, September 5, 2003

So, my crotch is burning. It's still healing from the roadshow and 3 weeks of wet bike shorts from rain, and I think I may have Jock Itch. It's all like, ouch, and shit.

I've been real busy lately, but I plan to begin writing again soon. I should a catch up and write about being back and all, but I don't really give a shit. I'm doing really well right now, although my life isn't overly exciting at the moment. I miss adventure, but I will get it back. I've been doing a lot of bike work lately, and once I fix my crotch I can begin riding again.

I will begin writing entries about the roadshow and states that I mentioned in my last entry soon, but at my leisure. In order to jump start this thing back up I will just start writing about stuff that I want to and I feel like writing about at the time. I hope to eventually gain some readers back, who knows.

(although you may not want to admit it, there are still a shit ton of you. I'm so proud.)

I have a phone now. If you want my number, ask. *wink* Oh, I'm so wanted!

Mo Rocca is not that funny.

Posted by Seager @ 12:04 AM CST Link |