June 14th, 2002

Sea

My stomach is killing me

Last night was tons of fun. I won't go into too many details, as it turns out that a co-worker's co-workers are:

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SXE
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Wow, that's one piece of shitty ASCII art I hoped I'd never see again in my natural life after BBS'ing in Jersey for years.

Observation made last night, all other 'New' states never refer to themselves without the New. New Yorkers never refer to themselves as coming from York, New Hampshire residents NEVER drop the New, New Mexico just can't, it's just a Jersey thing.

Anyway, sang a couple songs, drank a bit, and hung out with old college friends. Marty, someone who's never done karaoke before, did Tainted Love complete with dance moves. He was amazing. Jessie even showed up for Doug's big night, and did his usual blitzing punk stylings. Turns out he sat next to one of my biggest idols at E3, Richard fuckin' Garriot. Richard FUCKIN' Garriot! Sheeeeit After we got back to my place, Doug got even more blitzed, until he passed out. We tried to get him into his bed, but he was just a heavy whiskey-covered sack of potatoes.

Towel Boy replaced my Fugs CDs that he lost, and also got me a copy of Kool Keith's Spankmaster, which I had heard but didn't own. I can't wait to give Pete a copy of "Girls Would U F*ck Tonight". When Pete hears a rap song with particularly sexual lyrics, he sings it for years. He sang the song "Girl I Just Want to Fuck You" forever.

I was going to drop off my car to get my radiator fixed today, as I promised I'd do this week, but I have no clue where my sweetie is and want my car just in case. She didn't answer her phone last night, this morning, or her family line.... and the friend she's going into NYC with tonight hasn't heard from her since I last did. I hope she's ok. I'm sure she's ok, but we're just paranoid about each other's safety because we care so much. And she just IMd me, she's ok. See, I said I was sure.
  • Current Music
    Kool Keith, Spankmaster
A Lesson is Learned But The Damage Is Ir

Kevin Smith is my hero

And here is why. The man responds to flames just like I do. That point-by-point breakdown, going between mocking and randomness, keeping them on edge while picking them apart. He writes great dialogue, he directs well, and he flames well. What a man.

Some vendors I deal with are great, really pushing buttons and busting their ass to work things out for me. Some vendors are inhuman monsters, being impossible to deal with, impossible to get a bill from, and impossible to get a definite answer on order status. But all are just as nice and smiley.

Some of the fake journals out there are great.

So my sweetie's off in NYC hanging out with her old buddy, and will probably crash at my place later. She's looking great, I wish I could have kidnapped her instead of driving her to the train station. She's got a great outfit on, her hair looks amazing, it was hard to let her go.

A co-worker showed me this yesterday. The video's priceless.

The continuous playing of Thunderdome clips on Ron and Fez really makes me want to dig up Elana's old crappy arena code and revamp it this weekend, making it work for knife fighters. Screw it, I'm going to do that. Yes, it's sad, my girlfriend is out in NYC and I'm in my office on a Friday night coding something up. I had my social fun with my friends last night, and I'll be social with her later.
  • Current Music
    Al beating Rory up