November 4th, 2002



I'm alive. Will post later. Will catch up on everyone later. Here are two things (from judas and jwz) that have made my morning, beyond a really smooth Mozilla rollout to a portion of drewuniversity this morning.

No, I mean it. They made my morning. Thank you, LJers, for letting me into your lives.... and other sappy shit.
  • Current Music
    Iron Maiden, Infinite Dreams (live)

Can I Play With Madness?

Collapse )Ladder with Russell on top for some reasonI'm glad to see that I'm on the top of the hypothetical ``would sleep with'' ladder. Thank you, misogynistic intellectual whores. Anyway, saw that essay on sextips, found it funny that I was on the top of the left ladder. I've found myself on the right ladder for a good deal of my formative years, only finally learning how to stick on the left ladder or work my way over the gap later in high school. Since then I've tried to learn how to be on both, and have had problems balancing it out. But thanks to carrisse, I know how to get free Coke, which is windexcowboy's fantasy made real.

Worked on Sunday, did little Friday, and had an awesome time at a party on Saturday... unlike most of me chums, who ended up not having as great of a time. So, kingfox, what happened Saturday? Beyond someone getting scroll lock turned on? Well, I'll tell you.... Collapse )

After dropping windexcowboy off, I got pulled over by Madison's finest. Of course, I take my hair out of my hair tie, and the cop finds me. I once heard someone explain that for a white man to truly understand racial profiling, they'd have to grow long hair or do something similar to make them a target. So, driving past Drew in blackface, I got pulled over.

Officer (2:48:30 AM): Good evening. I pulled you over because I didn't see a front liscence plate.
Officer (2:48:52 AM): Ok, I see you have one. Just driving around tonight?
Me (2:49:01 AM): Yup. Just playing designated driver, on my way home, just dropped a friend off.
Officer (2:49:10 AM): Great. Liscence, registration, and insurance please?
Me (2:49:12 AM): Sure, officer.

Like, fucking shit, you really have to just make up a random excuse to pull me long-haired metal-looking boy in your rich area over? Reminds me of the time that my high school drinking buddy Lord Minty and I got tailed through three different towns by a police officer (both of us with lovely long blond hair), going the speed limit the whole time, finally pulled over after a long slow follow the leader game. Officer waits until the local police (for the town we had passed into), county police, and state police all showed up. He informs me that my back liscence plate light was out (giving the county DA's son a ride home, he slammed the trunk too hard and broke the light), and asked to search my car. Dumb kid I was, I let him. After searching my friend and I, sniffing his cigs, he proceeded to spend close to half an hour searching through the mess that was my back seat, finding nothing, but having to sniff every single empty cig pack (DA's son and Minty both being smokers). Meanwhile, the local cop and the county cop joked with us and picked fights with each other, while the state trooper sat off to the side and gave us all evil looks. A fun night, educational in many ways, but boy do they reach sometimes for an excuse to get you on something.

But what else is going on in Madison at three in the morning, besides me passing through after a long evening?
  • Current Music
    Iron Maiden, The Evil That Men Do (live)


Nothing like being stuck next to a machine that's beeping every few seconds because you were dumb enough to print something while the DOS ImageCast Client was making an image of a computer next to you.

windexcowboy (10:21:53 PM): Beep.. THe printer needs attention.. Beep.. The printer needs attention.. Beep.. the printer needs attention.. beep... maybe you should go home russ... beep.. the printer needs attention.. :-)

At least it's imaging to a local hard drive, so I've only got eleven minutes of beeping to look forward to at 261 MB per minute. I == teh f00l.

Anyway, I forgot to mention, my grandps is dying. My mother's father, my original mother. With five parents, I know I need to be more specific. Point is, these are real grandparents that accepted my existence and have been great role models and admirable people, dodging bullets and building churches in central America less than a decade ago. I'm getting daily updates from my Aunt, relaying information from my grandmother. Since I ran away from home, I haven't really talked to much family, or seen anyone, and that was over three years ago. I might end up going out to Illinois for the funeral... and we were just talking about doing a 60th wedding anniversary party for them this January. Instead, it's going to probably be a funeral in the near future. So add on the shitty grandson who stops talking to all of his families after running out of one bad situation, who tries to talk to every other family, and keeps on failing, and even fails at talking to the segment of his bloodline that he ran away from. My gram and gramps, they're wonderful people, I've always wished to be so active, admirable, and amazing at an old age. You run from rebels to a bus and build churches in Nicaragua in your seventies. They're amazing, selfless, dedicated, hard-working non-judgemental missionaries. The kind of people that would convert more heathens then the usual band of bible-thumping morons. Teachers, a veteran of the Korean war and World War II, and loving grandparents. I've been blessed, and I've been a shitty distant grandson who has avoided them due to avoiding my father.

Not to pull a bob_dot_com, go fucking call someone you've been too chickenshit to call, before you're getting emails from someone else with lines like: My nurse coworkers predict Dad will live up to a week. Mother reports he's less alert now, but apparently comfortable.
  • Current Music
    Iron Maiden, Seventh Son of a Seventh Son (live)