March 5th, 2002

A Lesson is Learned But The Damage Is Ir

BotF online and so am I

Finally finished up the code on the BotF abduction, gothic blood rites, and sacrifice. Tested it out, it worked with only a couple of easily-fixed bugs. Now to get more members and let them play. I'll have to write up a manifesto soon.

My car was a manners-teaching car. The driver's side door could not be unlocked from the outside, so whoever I let in had to unlock it. The passenger's side door locks if you so much as shut it or look at it funny, so whoever I let in I have to open the door for. The former is no more, as Tommy went ahead and fixed the driver's side door. Expect my manners to worsen in a major way over time now that the car is no longer enforcing proper etiquette. So much for compassion helping me into avatarhood. At least I still have a leaking radiator pouring a river of coolant every morning to teach me humility.

It's 8:30, and I really should leave Drew. I actually have a reason to go home tonight, as Ozzy's new 'reality sitcom' starts tonight. I'm still miffed that the /. troll Ozzy never replied to my AC questions about the show.

I wonder what it would be like to date one of Ozzy's daughters. I know the older one's not being shown on the show at her request, I think she'd be the better candidate. Somehow I couldn't imagine having a serious conversation about curfew or the like with dove-eater ant-snorter wildman himself.

At least he didn't name his daughters Moon Unit or Harley Quinn like some celebrities.

I think Davies House has reclaimed my mortal shell.
  • Current Music
    Yngwie Malmsteen, Dragonfly
A Lesson is Learned But The Damage Is Ir

Home again, home again, jiggity-jig. Good evening J.F!

Apparently I earned this a few days ago, and never bothered to pick it up.

Whoops. My average time per unit seems really high though, as my home computer is rarely connected to the internet and has a time per unit of eighteen hours or so, while my work computer takes hundreds of hours per unit. Between the two I have the highest (worst) average in my group. That'll change when I get the upgrade at work.

Only half an hour until Ozzy. And the P'Zone still taunts Doug and I, after explaining Shakespearean influences in modern cinema to our roomie Dave as Doug flipped past 10 Things I Hate About You. But Doug flipped away forcing me to watch Julia Stiles boogie on a table in the privacy of my own dark messy room.

Damn we still want a fucking P'Zone. If we lived a quarter mile south of here, we could have one. If we lived a quarter mile west, we could have one. But not here. Damn you P'Zone.

I found the Seti@Home certificate while going through an ego-search on my handles and name. It's sad, finding some of the old crap that spewed from my virtual mouth. Bleh. The trite melodramatic gothy stuff immortalized on the internet from 94 or so is the worst. I look like an utter twit. Feh.
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    Giggling roomies