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Posted on 2006.03.22 at 13:20
Current Mood: worriedFunk'd
I went to see V for Vendetta opening night...

And I'd like to say...

(Photo by Dan, we must give credit where credit is due after all...)

God does not play

I missed classes on tuesday, rationalizing it as "well, the rest of my family is enjoying a snow day, I might as well join in..."

I just had spring break. I shouldn't need a day off.

I will take Miss Mary and Remanda up to Kirksville with me, they would love it I am sure.

I have learned that there ae certain things that make me happy, like jigs, lol.

Perhaps I should find an online school to enroll in, then I could have enough mobility and scheduale flexiability to work on my real work with whoever I needed to. I'm not sure how many online schools offer engineering programs, or even transfer to engineering schools.

Hanging out with Mike was pretty cool though.

I have no idea how I always inadvertantley wind up at the Painter's no matter what, but it is kind of cool, bunnies and all....

Good god look at those lips...


I am a fuzzy robot.

His Dogs Are Itchin'...

Posted on 2006.03.11 at 01:21
Current Mood: thankfulThankful / Contemplative
Current Music: Radiohead - Everything In It's Right Place
A letter to 'The Old One'...Collapse )

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Posted on 2006.03.09 at 10:06
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Posted on 2006.03.02 at 20:38
Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: Death Cab For Cutie - I'll Follow You Into The Dark
In case you wondered why penises have that lovely shape they do...


...that's why...


Kevin is on his way over for gay sex.

Posted on 2006.02.26 at 01:37
Current Mood: weirdweird
Current Music: Samuel Barber - Adagio for Strings

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing as you read this, I want you to observe a moment of silence to honor the memory of a brilliant and troubled man who I regret I never had the chance to meet, and unfortunately never will.

His name is Chris McKinstry.

I'll spare you the biographical details, as they can be found here.


His person and his work parallel my own in many surprising and sometimes haunting ways. What I find particularly interesting is his work. He was already modeling brains using similar techniques to mine, despite differences in the particular geometries used, he was definitely on the way to discovering what I can see would be an analog of J-theory from what I can gather from looking at what he was last working on.

Of course, nobody else sees that...

What I find disturbing is that last month he took his own life.

I find this disquieting in the extreme.

What a total and utter tradgedy.

I'll make this hotness the ultimate, because this entry deserves it.

Travis Fimmel = more sex than you can handle.

bitter whatifs regret eating my brain

Officer, I don't have a license, I don't believe in them...

Posted on 2006.02.10 at 17:24
Current Mood: scaredscared
Current Music: Friend Is A Four Letter Word - Cake
I'm dreading Valentine's Day, and I think that's totally understandable.

I'm off work this evening, so I'm going to try and make something of it, you know, get some friends, do things, keep my mind off stuff.

I got to show all my toys to my engineering team, I think I got across what I needed to.

n00bs annoy.

I really do make a decent host, I ought to have people over more often.

I ought to melt something, that would make me feel better.

Oh look, a bar of 80% dark chocolate!

*follows it*

Too bad those things run so damn fast.

I'm learning to keep my mouth shut.

I don't know if that is good or not.

I wish bad things would not happen to you, I wish there was something I could do that could prevent it, or even make it even the smallest bit better.

"poppies will make him sleep...and be happy..."

This inertia about getting things done needs to cease.

Maybe my clients can pay me in advance before they turn into dogs.

Some people have no respect for cognitive revery.

My father can be so crass sometimes I could slap him.

Somehow, the smell of ionization pouring off a piece of metal cheers me up.

And now, your daily scritch...

What the hell, I was already on my knees anyway...lol

Posted on 2006.02.04 at 20:38

MMMmmmkay SAGE kiddies, go join it already.

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Posted on 2006.02.04 at 08:28
Current Mood: sicksick
Current Music: Tiny Tim - Tiptoe Through The Tulips
Yeah, well, I woke up shaking and threw up...

Seriously, I am so ill I feel like one of the monsters lumbering around in silent hill.

Drinking water, excreting it, drinking more water, excreting that, that's pretty much how it works...

I definatley feel too bad to go into work, wow, I don't think that has happened (being too sick to work) in, well, my entire employment there...

I totally agree with Joycelyn Elders, masturbation ought to be taught, and that would totally bring the fun back into school.

Airiake's is totally now my favorite resauraunt, although India Palace will always hold a special place in my heart.

Mary Angel, I want to congradulate you on your splendid find.

I guess that lady's mistake in my class was presenting me with a challenge, like I could resist one of those.

She's pretty much already pwn'd.

Wow, your ghost is going to haunt me for a pretty long time.

I miss my toasterfucker.

And now, it's rollin to ya...

Okay, more cute than hot, so sue me.

bitter whatifs regret eating my brain

Please Mr. Plesiosaur...

Posted on 2006.01.31 at 12:26
Current Mood: numb<-- that one
Current Music: A cacophony of voices, in the cafeteria.

Totally shitty day.

It's days like this that make me really wish I could have someone who would give me hugs...

Well, okay, not just *any* someone...

yes, hugs would definatley make me feel better.

We read "Andre's Mother" by Terrence McNally today in english comp. It brought back all the hurt-filled memories of the situation between me and my mother. And I was unprepared, haveing read virtually everything *else* on the list, and of course she had to put me on the spot for it.

Not cool, not cool at all.

Plus, she took off points from my paper because it was too *wordy*. I find it totally absurd to take a lower grade on my paper because my explaination of my own thoughts was to rich for her. She even drew circles with question marks around words she was unfamiliar with!

I should get the fuck out of this class, pronto.

Oh not to mention Mr. Helper who sits behind me, who had to mutter "'cause he's a fag" in response to the teacher's question "Why did Andre have AIDS?".

Thank you, both of you.


All this in the context of my special moment with my mother the other evening when she cornered me to find out wether I was gay, or "just bisexual". I have no problem with the question, what I took offense to was the reason; she wanted to know what her chances were that I would supply her with biological grandchildren. She has some pretty goddamned funny ideas about what constitutes "an appropriate conversation to be having".

I saw Kristin today, I tried to initiate conversation and be friendly. Apparently, it is a stupid notion that people should try to be civil to each other. It's disorienting, because she used to be not only the president of SAGE, but one of it's coolest members. Blowing me off like that was definitley a pretty juvenile and out of character thing to do.

I don't think I know anybody anymore.

I feel totally powerless.

It's the same old pain; I can't change, I find it impossible, and everyone and everything else in my life just changes like the wind. It's like I can't count on anyone or anything save for myself and a handfull of friends who aren't even that close to me. They should be closer, I should be closer to them. I would have the energy to do it if it were not for the constant bloodloss-induced emotional anemia that is begining to become the rule instead of the exception in my life.

Sometimes, I like to act like I am made of nails and armor. But this slew of awful circumstances bombarding me all at once is just testing me at every turn. I have never been "gotten to" this bad. Ever.

Okay, bitched enough for one day. Once upon a time, bitching made me feel better, I am unsure wether it still works or not. A revaulation is pending.

Now, I grant your RDA of male beauty:


I think, the phrase "strapping young lad" was invented for the sole purpose of describing this picture.

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Posted on 2006.01.27 at 12:36
Current Mood: tiredSooo sweepy...
Current Music: Jon Brion - ESSM soundtrack - Bookstore
Wow, so much shit.

How much shit can fit into one person's life?

We are about to find out.

I am going to explain the events of last Saturday once and only once, so listen up lj...

It was funny, because the last two times a particular person had bad news like this, there were like, flashfloods and tornados, respecivley. So I started out that day thinking "I bet something strange is going to happen today..."

No shit.

The backdrop?
Me, under an amount of stress that has me in dizzy spells, vomiting, etc. every so often...

So I am opening at work, I get about halfway through my shift, I am getting ready for break in about an hour. I am tearing people's tickets, a task at work known as "standing poll". A man comes running into the theatre toward the concession stand as fast as his legs will carry him. I try to stop him, we *do* have rules, you know. But before I can open mah mouth to protest, he yells out "MY TRUCK IS ON FIRE" and continues his mad dash to the concession stand.

I look out the glass doors, and sure as day, what do I see, but a big, red pickup truck. It has burst into flames, and smoke is bellowing out. I alert box office, box employees are screaming down the intercom for a manager. Manager strolls up. He, like everyone else, seems to simply fail to notice the obvious, until he is told, and promptly calls the fire department. Now, keep in mind, everyone is panicking, and now, it is my job to keep them calm, and inside the building. Crowd Control is not one of my strong points, but I'm managing. Then, a woman tries to make a b-line for the doors. I try to stop her; she resists. She informs me that it is her car right next to the truck, but that of course is inconsequential to my job, so I can't really let her exit. So of course she sits there and tries to bicker at me. So I am trying to juggle all of this...


In box office, stephanie (from box office) sells a ticket to a thirtysomething year old man with some kind of sportsjacket and a yellow mullet...as he is walking way, she spots a buldge with wires going down into it in his bootleg. Her first thought is "this guy must be trying to pirate movies or something". She alerts a manager he tails him to the concession stand, thinks it's suspicious, gets a second opinion, and calls the cops. Apparently, there's a cop already in the parking lot, so he comes in for a visit. Mr. Officer trails him into the theatre, thinks it's suspicious, and calls for backup. So now, I am over here trying to take care of all this shiza, Miss thang helping me all she can, and there are five cops outside of Brokeback Mountain. Haywire is a conservative description, and what happened next threw that out the window.

The suspect had to go to the bathroom or something, so he steps out of the theatre, running straight into the five officers. They interrogate him, I glance over and next thing I hear, he yells...

"OH MY GOD!" and reaches into his jacket... All five cops pounce on him simultaneously... I figure "Okay, this guy's got a bomb or a gun or something, we could all die at any moment..."

What swam through my mind next has, looking back on it, demonstrates to me now, as a person, what is really important to me.

If you are interested to know what it was, then ask me privatley, I might even share it with you.

Anyway, suffice it to say they subdued him and everyone lived. It turned out to be a bunch of combat knives under his pant leg. Wires? FTW? Oh well, there it is, the ginormous thing I've been too tired to post all week.

I will post again soon probably. Much sooner than last time. It will probably be about the actual week that transpired.

A craving for broccoli is what I have right now, because my friends at china moon are just that 13373-S4UC3...

Edit:I am so sorry, I almost forgot the hotness!

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