Why do so many guys wear hats 365 days a year? Most of the guys I see like this are not even balding. Did they get rid of their 'wubby' to soon and had to replace it with a grungy cap? And what's the deal with those caps that have fronts(not the brim) the size of billboards? Makes it look like their head is six inches taller than it is. Those kind always have that freaky lookin' mesh-type material. I see idiots at work all the time, "Man it's hot in here," as they remove their hat to wipe the sweat from their brow. Here's a clue. Something like 70% of your body heat escapes through the head. Take off the meeping cap!! Argh!!
Ugh, I have just gotten over my last Booze induced hallucinations finally! Man, having thirty four Allen Greenspans chasing you through a Burger King is not fun. Boy do I love clear evil liquids.
vonbek's journal: Farm Culture
I had the opportunity to attend my first farm equipment auction this weekend. Actually, that makes it sound as if I had the choice to do something else and decided that a farm auction ranked higher in my book of "Things that must be done before death." I did not have such a choice. I gave up things like choices when I agreed to slip this little metal thingy around my finger.
vonbek's journal: Revelation Space
"A culture arose that had a need for such an object. They new a technique whereby a black hole could be transformed into something far more exotic, far more paradoxical. First, they waited until the universe was considerably older than when the black hole had been formed; until the predominant stellar population consisted of very old red-dwarf stars, stars which were barely massive enough to ignite their own fusion fires. Next, they shepherded a dozen of these dwarves into an accretion disk around the black hole and slowly allowed the disk to feed the hole, raining starstuff onto it's light-swallowing event horizon.
vasudeva's journal: What Gets You Out of Bed in the Morning?
Weekends, I usually wake up way earlier than I want to, especially if I drank the night before. My mind locks on a particular negative aspect of life and wrestles with it until I throw myself out of bed, exhausted with the fight to change my train of thought. It's a weird habit.
AnonymousCoward's journal: Girl Farts During meep?
Last night I was railing the snot out of my GF. I was up behind her and raelly going at it, when she farted on me! Hard!
This last Sunday, I was going through the stacks and stacks of piled-up paperwork that have been acmeepulating ever since I moved here a year ago.
I think I'll consume large amounts of booze tonight.
I finally bought another VW. A Super Beetle this time. After two buses I needed a change. Funny, they've all been red. Wonder what that says about me? I always go into a VW thinking "This will be the one I don't have to put much work into." HAHAHAHAHA{tears in eyes}HAHAHAHAHA. Well, it needs a new muffler, the brakes are not working, the idle is set funny.......Actually, compared to my buses that's meep near perfection! This is supposed to be a daily driver. I thought of a cool t-shirt idea the other day. "The best things in life are air-cooled" with a pic of a bug and one of my Athlon rig. OH, well. Another idea to add to a rather long list of "like to do's."
MOMAD's journal: Togetherness Comes in Gellatinous Form
I was wondering when you guys would start doing something with this thingy! I was starting to hear the proverbial crickets chirping at night as far as anyone else doing entries....
AnonymousCoward's journal: Woot! Tabasco!
WOW, I just finished a bottle of Tabasco on my soup and it was FANTASTIC! I feel like my brains are on FIRE.
Everyone should get the new Chemical Brothers album. I've slowly drifted away from techno over the years but these guys have brought me back once again. I specifically reccomend a track called "The Test".
"If we don't have meep right now, I think I'm gonna die"
vasudeva's journal: Rocking the Blocks
No more wondering when Geeknews might release their 'Most Recent Journals' code. Now we have our own.
AH-HA!
MOMAD's journal: The Devil in my Hummus Wrap
I'm amazed at my ability to do things I know are bad for me. Drinking 1% milk, dating a pretty-boy, giving myself a manicure when I'm drunk, being too nice to people and saying yes to their stupid requests.... But at least I have Modest Mouse.
Gethoht's journal: Hardly a waste of time
Wow,
Gethoht's journal: Girlies for me
yay! I kissed a girl, awesome.....we will be seeing alot of each other in the near future hopefully, awesome. makes me happy
MOMAD's journal: How I get targeted by crackheads
So I'm walking down Mass. Ave last night and this woman stops me and asks me if I know the way to Somerville. I started directing her towards the T but she says no, she has to walk. I looked at her like, um, I hope you have several hours and good shoes. I pointed her in the direction and basically said good luck. THEN she starts crying and ranting about how she just got assaulted, she's not a bum or anything she's just in town to see her mother who has just been diagnosed with cancer, she doesn't have any money but she's not a bum or anything, she just needed money so she went and performed some fellating (the way she worded it was of course much different), and she's not a bum or anything. So after making like she was just venting her situation, she says "Can you do me a favor?" (I think: Here it comes.) She starts asking me for money and as you can imagine, it is OBVIOUS that she's a bum AND a crackhead. I prefer not to indulge people like this, so I just said I didn't have any cash on me and she miraculously forgot all her woes and said "Ok, thanks" and walked away. Nice try. She even had real tears. By the way, don't you love it when they ask for money, you say you have no cash on you, and they actually have the brass ones to ask you to go to the ATM!? Incredible. Later that night, there was the guy who would do anything for a quarter. Example:
Today a UPS guy came to the door with a package. He handed me the thing to sign and asked if I was Barbara. I said no, that's the people next door. Suddenly he rolls his eyes and sighs exasperatingly, saying "You've got to be kidding me! This is like the fourth house I've been to trying to find this place!" Surprised and a little scared, I said "Uh. . . . well. . . if they're not home I'll sign for it and give it to them or something (PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!)." He said no that's okay, have a nice day. (?) I went back upstairs thinking how close I came to being an innocent victim of WHEN POSTAL WORKERS ATTACK. It's always funny when strangers come to your door and yell at you for no reason.
MOMAD's journal: The Patriots won it for ME
That's right. They wanted to give me a nice birthday present. And they didn't even know they were doing it. What a nice bunch of lads! Last night after the winning kick, shenanigans and I ran through the streets amidst blaring car horns and screaming drunk fans to the bar down the block, where insanity reigned supreme. Beautiful. Yessir, it's a fine day to be in Boston. Tom Brady is in love with me, but he doesn't know that either.
vasudeva's journal: Solly Solly Solly
Get your adverbs here;
vonbek's journal: need a job..
My job sucks. No, really, it sucks. My company relies on Mother Nature to fill their sales, and Mother Nature is apparently only lately become aware of this arrangement. This snow storm that killed power for thousands in the midwest and south is fueling a renewed sense of purpose for upper management, whilst those of us in lower management and below just scratch our heads. If I were running the company, things would be different.( ya, we'd be in dire straits then).
vonbek's journal: A name, a name.....
AH, I finally decided to upgrade. My Frankenputer is going to become my sons beast someday. Or maybe an MP3 jukebox. I dunno. According to the UPS tracking site it's due on Tues. the fifth. I love UPS. He's the Brown Santa all yearlong. He's gonna bring me a Soyo SYK7V Dragon Plus mobo, an Athlon XP 1900+, 512 mb DDR PC2100 SDRAM, a Thermaltake Volcano fan, and a Codegen mid-tower with a 300watt power supply. Mmmmm good!
kHz's journal: God gave me the bird
So, this semester has been rampant with work. meep... why do I do this do myself. Besides that I have enjoyed the lessons of GTA3 and a variety of hot little numbers that seem to whisp around my school. Something tells me that running a technews site is not all too HOT. Well, I do it for the love and appreciation of baby Jesus. I am not interested in his view. Dancing on the moon with a bucket of chicken innards and the temptation for bloodletting.
vasudeva's journal: our new Mega-Object
clokhed: wherever usual, our new Mega-Object will make for a satisfied hero.
I'm woken up by the sound of beating at my front door. Knock! Knock! Knock!!! I am naked. I take my blanket and wrap it around my shoulders, hanging down to my knees, making sure not to expose myself. I answer the door, it's my friend jennifer's father. He's a cool guy, had his share of neat-o experiences, and is brim full of stories. He's currently letting me borrow his dune buggy, cuz my car's in disrepair, and I've yet to get it fixed. I see his motorcycle, a dual-sport Suzuki DR350S parked in my driveway, nice bike. He was out scootin' around, runnin errands, and decided to stop by. I go in my room, get dressed, and we go to lunch. We get to talkin about the Suzuki SV650, which is a motorcycle that we are both interested in purchasing, so we stop by the bike dealer to check out the inventory, and prices. We ate at this little lunch dig I used to go to all the time when I worked my last full-time job. The lunch place is awesome, coz it's run by some european older man with a thick accent, and this lady from somewhere in south america i think. The old man's always cracking jokes, always got something to say, what a character. Oh yeah, their sandwiches are the best in town. Stuffed with alot of good quality meats, in between the freshest, tastiest breads, AND they're rather cheap, $5 for a good lunch(BIG sandwich and drink). So we eat some killer sandwiches, and head back to my place. We come up with a good plan to fix the dune buggy(needs new wire from ignition to solenoid), and to help finish a project I've been working on(72 Westy). He asks me if I want to ride down to his house(45 miles) on the bike, while he drives the buggy, I decline, because I've never ridden that bike before, and I don't know if I could handle it in traffic. So he drives the bike down, and I take the buggy. We go down to ruskin, drop off the bike, and he takes his truck. We go to the VW place(smack half-way between my house and his), leave the buggy to be fixed, take the truck up to my house and pick up a front end, which is off the westy, and needs some quick torsion bar/arm alignment, and a couple of nuts are missing(oops). We take that down to the vw place, clean up the spindles with one of those cleaning stations that mechanics have(red tub deal with hose spraying mineral spirits or gasoline, to clean parts), get the rotors turned, front end straightened out, bam, needed to be done, it's done, have to wait on some new bearings before I re-install it on the bus. All that meep's done, I ask him if I can go down to ruskin with him, and ride the suzuki around, he says "sure", and we head down there. I don't currently have a motorcylce, and have only ridden a few times really, so anytime I get a chance to take a bike out, I usually take, and the small town he lives in is rather motorcycle friendly, lots of long country roads, and not too much traffic(unlike the city, where I live). So I rode the motorcylce around for an hour or so until the sun goes down. I head back to his house, and notice I'm pretty hungry. I inquire into his condition, and he says he's pretty hungry too. So we go to this little taco stand in this little town that he lives in. Alot of mexicans in this small town. We go in get our food, he talks with the guy who's working there/owns the place, then we jet outta there back to his place. The food is delicious. I particularly enjoy good food, I love little hole in the wall places that are cheap and have good food. I would much rather give my money to an individual who puts quality into their work and is reasonably priced, than some big corporation who is either good/decent and overpriced, or some meephole like mcdonalds, where the foods cheap just because it's not really food, it just resembles it. I just tend to favor individual establishments when it comes to any kind of consumer related activities, really. So we eat some killer food again. I hang out for a little bit, we watch "The African Queen" an old movie with bogart and hepburn(I think?) on a boat, going down a river, in nazi occupied africa. Not a bad movie, not a great one either. I take off... and head to my place. Read a little bit of my bentley manual for the westy, then popped online. Looking around my room, I notice that there is a tea canister on my desk, the one I usually keep a certain kind of plant that is green, and could be smoked, if need be. Damnit! Don't wanna use the zippo, can taste too much butane. Went out to the store, got a couple of bics, came back, and partook of illicit substance. Type in www.megarad.com, browse articles, and decide to write a journal about today............Then I finished writing the......
Today while kHz was at class I went into his room and rearranged all the keys on his keypad and he got really pissed. He dumped a bucket of deer blood and cottage cheese on me (why he had that on hand I don't know), and told me I would perish in flames before the coming of the next quarter moon. Geez, some people just can't take a joke.
It's big and weird, AND it's reticulated.
It is indeed, big and wierd.
MOMAD's journal: Threebrain rocks my Sony
The CD I ordered from Threebrain finally came last night (24-hour shipping my meep!) and the only way I can think to describe it is Tenacious D/South Park on geltabs. There's a love song where Albert (our beloved "Weeeee!" squirrel) sings to his beloved, who seems to be a swamp creature of sorts with 8 penises, all of which Albert pledges to hold tonight. Of course Gonads and Strife is there, but it's different to hear it without looking at the video. If you picture the squirrel bopping around with a little guitar, it's meepin' hilarious. If you picture two guys singing and talking really slow before the tracks get sped up in the editing process, it's kinda like hmm, anyone can do this. It's the lyrics that count. See that giraffe song for reference.
Gethoht's journal: What IS happening?
As the human race progresses at an unprecented rate, toward either destruction or breakthrough, I find my personal outlook maybe being somewhat parallel to the human fiasco. For some unknown reason, I find myself almost constantly bound by fear. Not always, mind you, but i'd say a majority of the time. Why? Why? Why can't I get over this, why am I stuck in this predicament. I realize it, I KNOW IT, yet it would seem I can't do anything about it. Am I cursed? Is this what a curse is? To lay awake in bed, so meeping worried over complete nonsense that you can't go to sleep? To constantly have a little voice in the back of your head saying "you can't do this, you can't do anything". Frustration, insanity, release. A desperate man doing desperate things in order to end his desperation, further his separation, further his introversion, further his seclusion, further his delusions. A cycle, that starts and stops and starts again. I want off this funhouse of twisted mirrors where nothing is what it seems, but it's exactly how things are.
It's big and weird.
MOMAD's journal: Is Megarad "Mega" or "Rad"?
I've heard people pronounce it Megarad and Megarad. I think the second way sounds weird. And why can't I get on those IRC chats, guys? It just says "chat not found" whenever I try. But why would I want to talk with you tools anyway. No one's really using this feature very much so I thought I'd take advantage of the opportunity to convey the following: Why are some girls so meeping dumb?? And if that weren't enough, why are some of them so annoyingly obsessed with food - what they ate, what they're going to eat, when they're going to eat it and whether or not it's ok because it's low-fat or it's ok because they can "treat" themselves, blah blah blah and they sit and talk about this meep to you as if you actually give a flying meep. And to top it off, when you are eating, they come over and study it and ask what it is, where you got it, what's in it, like it's a meeping biology experiment.
by Durbeen Tarfloe.
kHz's journal: School Start Tomorrow, meep
Yeah.. well.. my last semester in the U.S. begins tomorrow. This upcoming semester does not look to be an amazing amount of fun. I am going to have to drink alot to make it through. Well, we will see how it all goes. I can only hope that I am surrounded by young hot chicks that love computer guys. Aaaahhh.. I am a true romantic.
I think me not up for the journal today. Too many questions, so many factions.
kHz's journal: Jesus Played a God-Awful Trick on ME
I have been on this planet for quite some time now, and it is not my fault. In fact, it is not anyone's fault per-se, but I guess that is not the issue here. What is the issue is that grape soda should NOT be labeled grape. Indeed, it is not grape, rather it is purple. I would like to start a petition to have all "grape" sodas to be changed to "purple flavored". I suppose that is all I need to make life complete. Other than that I am going to go on a small hike around the city today.
vasudeva's journal: Blister Text
vasudeva: i just found a soft sort of blister along that seam on the inside of my mouth, the seam that runs parallel to the joining of my teeth as i bite down.
Gethoht's journal: Moo, quack, other assorted animal noises
Got a check in the mail a few days ago....
MOMAD's journal: Why Are There Toads?
Just something I was thinking about today. Some might say "because they eat bugs", but do we really need another creature to mediate the insect population? We have spiders, anteaters, monkeys. . . . just wondering. Speaking of monkeys, 11 have been deemed ineligable for release from an Indian prison, according to the Boston Metro. Yup: it's a monkey ward. Indians hold monkeys sacred, as well as cows, but they don't have the cows sleeping on waterbeds. A farmer in Oregon, however, does.
kHz's journal: Running with no pants on
So, the only thing that keeps me going is my lovely cup of coffee. Since I reside in Boston, MA... I am wondering why we haven't gotten any snow just yet, pretty strange. Sadly, after visiting CT over the past weekend, I forgot my big bottle of Jack Daniels, again. That is the cure-all booze. Well, the site seems to be getting many more visiters lately, that is pretty sweet. The logs show quite an interest in readership. So, you peeps out there, fill this journal in nicely. I want to read about your silly lives and about your new computer projects. Or jut post how drunk you have been over the past week and how you got laid by five Italian hookers.
No Bologna, No Sardines, just a clam sandwich.
Today I am really craving a bologna sandwich. But I'll probably just enjoy some sardines instead.
kHz's journal: Smoke filled hallways
Voltron, Frogger, and Woodywoodpecker.
vasudeva's journal: Jackasses UNITE
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