Ambiguously Mossy Log
Ambiguously Sticky Stallion
Ambiguously Mossy Stallion
Buff Stallion
Ambiguously Friendly Stallion
Ambiguously Juicy Stallion
Ambiguously Rambunctious Stallion
Ambiguously Punctured Stallion
Ambiguously Loose Stallion
Chedtoes
Ambiguously Stinky Stallion
Strangley Stinky Stallion
Substitute Immensely for Ambiguously
Final Pick: Ambiguously Sticky Stallion.

I was trying to say you should say something funny. Seemed like something you might find offensive...oh well.

Personally, i think that i have no opinion (it's safer that way) Is there something you were trying to say?

I am the very model of a modern major general.

What do you think of this shirt Liz?

This is exactly what I'm talking about.

I was checking the tracker that geocities automatically provides when you get a website from them and I found something silly. One of the operating systems listed that people use to view my site is "Windows http://www.kekkai.org/blog.shtml ". Strange.

I suppose I'll start in on the Ænema lyrics now. What do you mean I should go to bed? What's bed? Sleep? What are you speaking of....

I just wrote a huge rant about the Planet of the Apes movie that took me about 25 minutes to do. Blogger discarded it. I tried to go back to copy and paste it. Blogger claims I am no longer logged in, i try to go forward again to get to a safe point so I can try to figure out what to do, I'm taken to Blogger's home page. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Maybe I'll try again tomorrow.

I finished the Undertow lyrics today, they should be up and fine and everything now. The page is getting a little long though, maybe some division is necessary. We'll see. I also bought Salival while I was on vacation so now I have all of the Tool CDs. Of course Tool doesn't have the lyrics for Salival on their site at all so I'm going to have to work from scratch. I hope I get some search engine listings soon...

You can change the text in notepad now! Yay!

Y'know, I hate watching wrestling on tv, and I hate all the stupid merchandise and the dumb compilation cd's. However, wrestling video games freaking kick ass. WWF Warzone is a game for the Sony PSX, PSOne or even PS2. It's a few years old so don't expect top of the line graphics or technology, but damn, what fun. Not only that but it's a steal at only $5! in the US. I bought it last week and it's the only game I've played since. Today my friend and I started playing it shortly after I woke up and didn't stop until 10 pm. Yay.

I just put /div at the beginning of every single post on this thing. How annoying re-formats can be. I've changed all the old pop-up titles of each posts to titles above the post. The pop-up ones before were supposed to be more of an "aside" thing, so some of them may seem a little out of place, but now everybody can see them...oh well, two-edged sword and all that.

If there is a seperated title above this post, it worked, otherwise...pretend it worked, I'll fix it later.

I'm back. I don't know what I think of California. It's sunny though, that's for sure. The elevation annoys me, people make fun of Iowa because it's flat. Yes, after seeing California I would agree, Iowa is a bit flat, thank God. Personally I'm not a big fan of having my dwelling place hanging a foot over the edge of a cliff that was two feet away last year, and twenty when I moved in. About that sunniness by the way, I don't think I like it all that much. I think my retinas are sunburned. If I was there for any longer I think I would have permanent squint lines around my eyes. The only really fun thing we did there that I couldn't have done here in Iowa was play in the water at the beach. The water is salty, and quite possible the second most vile thing I have ever tasted(I had some medicine for a medical problem I'd rather not talk about when I was very young that tasted so bad I gagged and couldn't breathe for about 30 seconds after taking it). A better solution might be going to the wave pool at whitewater university, where if the water gets in your mouth you may contract a horrible disease from a 3-year-old's pee, but at least you won't taste it. The worst thing about California though, is that I was Half a Continent away from my glorious and beloved girlfriend. I was also half a continent away from my computer which I love, albeit my love for Liz's dad could beat up my love for my computer's dad any day of the week, he bowls better too. So basically, yes, it was nice I went to California and saw the beach. Yes it's nice I'm much more tan than when I left. But I really would have been happy going home 4 or 5 days sooner.

Okay, the Opiate lyrics are up. The other pages should be fine, excepting the bio page. If something looks retarded please E-Mail me so I can fix it. Oh, and just to clear things up, the "I" in the poll is you, the reader. the "you" is me, the author, obviously someone didn't understand that earlier. I'm going on vacation this week and I don't know how much access I will have to a computer. I'll try to say something everyone once and a while, but we'll see.

Crap. Somehow or other I copied and pasted the Pics page HTML over the Lists page's. Now I have to do all that over again, good thing I have a backup from the old format for most of the content. Everyone feel pity for me. Thank you.

I went shopping today. Agh. At the mall. Agh. Valley West Mall. Agh. It was with my sister, she was getting a swimsuit. Agh.

It could have been worse though.

When we were at Gordman's (we weren't at the mall the entire time) there was a tv and chairs set up to watch ESPN, luckily the fools didn't hide the buttons on the tv very well so I could change the channel.

When we first went to the mall I went to Waldenbooks while my sister checked out some stores for a suit to get my opinion on. Did you know there is a playboy mansion Role-Playing Game? Then she dragged me over to the store where she looked at some swimsuits. She found some others she liked and I had to wait around in the aisle while she was in the fitting rooms. I had a good time. I keep a small metal marble in my pocket for times like these. The floor in the aisles was tiled with noticeable grooves between tiles, so when I placed the marble on the ground and rolled it, it went straight for a second, then started hitting grooves and ended up bouncing down the aisle making a little pop-corn machine-gun sort of noise. I played with it a bit more and I think I succesfully weirded out the person working at the register nearby.

Then we went back to Waldenbooks and I got a very interesting book entitled: Steal This Computer Book. Joy. I'm afraid I didn't follow the instrucions on the book cover though, after all I was wearing a shirt that says: Don't Steal:The Government Hates Competition.

Then we went to Barnes & Noble and I bought Opiate, which is a TOOL CD that I've been wanting for a while but Best Buy doesn't carry in our area. I paid in exact change at both places. At B&N it was two 5s, one 1, eleven quarters, and two pennies. The guy looked at me funny.

Not too shabby a day for shopping I suppose.

I thought that the graphics were good in that movie. But you're right, the science was pretty bad.

I just saw most of Titan A.E. I must say that movie had some of the least researched silly science I have seen in a movie that was made after 1980. Although not the biggest error, the one that occurred continually and almost made me change the channel except there was nothing else on, was the continuous flare coming out of the engines of the ships. Spaceships don't need to have engines going while flying through deep-space unless they are changing direction or accelerating. Speaking of changing direction, only once when a spaceship was turning did I see use of thrusters. The spaceship magically turns using only it's rear-engines. Also the scale of space wasn't appreciated, things just seemed entirely too close to other things. It was all okay when they named the planet Bob though. That made it all worthwhile.

NIN-Something I Can Never Have

i still recall the taste of my tears.
echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears.
my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore.
scraping through my head 'till i don't want to sleep anymore.

Chorus: come on tell me.
make this all go away.
you make this all go away.
i'm down to just to thing.
and i'm starting to scare myself.
make this all go away.
you make this all go way.

i just want something.
i just want something i can never have
you always were the one to show me how
back then i couldn't do the things that i can do now.
this is slowly take me apart.
grey would be the color if i had a heart.
i just want something i can never have.
in this place it seems like such a same.
though it all looks different now,
i know it's still the same
everywhere i look you're all i see.
just a fading fucking reminder of who i used to be.

Chorus

i just want something.
i just want something i can never have
i just want something i can never have

And no. You don't get an explanation of why I've been angry recently. That's for us to know and random readers to never find out. Just don't make me mad.

Addendum to punishment: Prior to post shoving all skin must be removed from victim with one pair of tweezers administered by a 102 year old 300 pound Iranian man missing 1 leg, 4 fingers, and all but 3 teeth that hasn't had a bath since his armpit hair grew in.

Deftones help when one is angry. Listen to them when you feel like driving a 4x4x10 post that's drenched in gasoline and acid through the top of someone's skull straight down through their ass and lighting it on fire.

Deftones-MINUS BLINDFOLD

Done feeding, I leaned back head rested on the couch's top
Must leave the house soon mean gone cause my pops he's hot
Grab my blue backpack, My walkman, grip my bicycle
Because I know my friends are waiting at the door
I'm feeling loose like you - Just fucking around and shit
Til that comes fifty-five I'm twenty-six

Let me go I give more
And you know I fold I

Come at me! Come! Come!
My activites don't cross but they create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you to
Asking for it, like we got
Yes we cross but we create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you - shit fuck'em

You let this screw I thought they knew you
But when you turned your back I know they're going do
You had to prove me right and then we did
And that son of a bitch he swerved almost hit two kids
I'm feeling heartless, I'm feeling hate
So when there's nothin but the real swing in her fuckin
Rape! No! One! Me! no choice

Let me go I get bored
And you know I'm fuckin flown!

Come on! Come! Come!
My activities don't cross but they create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you to
Threaten me court, like we got
Yeah we cross but we create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you - Burn

Let me go I give more
And you know - ohh
So good we could and
We learned to cry and
Lift me up

Come on! Come!
My activities don't cross but they create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you
Dis me court, like we got
Yeah we cross but we cried
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you - up!

MY OWN SUMMER

Hey you, Big Star
Tell me when it's over
Hey you, big mood
Guide me to shelter'cause I'm through
When the two hits the six and it's summer
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it aside
I think god is moving
It's tounge
Theres no crowds in the street
And no sun in my own summer
The shade is a tool
A device
A saviour
See I try and look up
To the sky
But my eyes burn
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it inside
I think eyes move it
It's time
Theres no crowds in the street
End of summer
In my own summer

Deftones-LIFTER

Watch me with your eyes
Been giving god, I've been on fire
I want to be just like you
Then I'd be cool, maybe not -- but
We lift our eyes, big suprise
Kiss me goodbye -- Whore

Without you being here
I've been getting fear -- Been unborn
I wish I could feel like you
When I fuck like you --- being sore -- but
We lift our eyes, Big suprise
Kiss me goodbye

And make you burn all that you worked for
Every now I want into her
And I will fuckin must stop
I will never get what I want
Inside I found her

This gift of mine, resing restring unwind, eyes are closed
A part of me gets pissed, a part of me gets sore (3x)

A part of me gets sick, A part of me gets sore (11x)
A part of me gets sick, A part of me gets -- Inside I'm burned
A part of me gets sore, A part of me gets sick (3x)
A part of me gets sore, So Fuckin Sick!!!

Stupid crack monkey cheese munchers. Don't even know what's good for them. Stick can blood log dip mud doom water. Argh. Wish they'd leave us alone. More songs time for more is die.

Sitting around pressing little buttons and pushing around a laser in a plastic housing(mouse) is not a human's natural response to anger. My muscles started twitching. I went outside and threw a railroad tie a few times. I feel much better. Even scraped my arms a few times. Nothing better for anger than a couple good minor wounds and exerting large amounts of force on huge square logs. Hey, don't spose anyone wants to swordfight? I'll let you use the non-padded one....

Damn I'm mad.

Tool: Jerk-Off
Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong, and that punishment would come to those who dare to cross the line. But it must not be true for jerk-offs like you. Maybe it takes longer to catch a total asshole. But I'm tired of waiting. Maybe it's just bullshit and I should play GOD, and shoot you myself. Because I'm tired of waiting. Consequences dictate our course of action and it doesn't matter what's right. It's only wrong if you get caught. If consequences dictate my course of action I should play GOD and shoot you myself. I'm very tired of waiting. I should kick you,beat you, fuck you, and then shoot you in your fucking head.

Deftones-7 Words

I'll never be the same, breaking decency
Don't be tree trunk, don't fall on my living roots
I've been humming too many words, got a weak self esteem
That's been stomped away from every single dream
But there's something else that brought us feaze (best guess,means discontent)
Keep it all inside until we feel we can unleash
I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone
Should be glorified, now your wrong
Suck(11x), (your fucking money, get fucking movin, big fucking ape?)
Suck(10x), (you pig, you bitch)
You and me are here alone face flat along the edge of the glass
But I'm not here to preach, I'm just sick of (direction,the racial?)
My parents made me strong to lift up that glass
So why should I try, act like I'm a little pissed of
With all that shit that needs to stay back in the shelf
Because your fuck ass made it up, your fucking mind is gone
Shoud've never glorified, now your right
Suck(12x)
Suck(10x)
shut up you don't know me, shut up you don't know me
Squeal like a pig when you big fuckin, big fuckin, ape!!
Well I'll tell you about my (ball scratch, false dad),
What's coming back jack, Well (dirtbag, turnback)
Curse for in their words(for any words, four indian words)
Whether not your fucking with (hurt)
I'm making no sense, what's coming as I jump in ya(jubilla, jugrilla)
I think I'm (something,stomping) naughty or most anybody
So thinking of me by now but you go grab it
And I can't think for who I am this shit
I belong where they be, 'cause we can not give back those lives
We exist to cease understand
That god hates blacks shades and all the players
Mr. P.I.G could I fuckin see
Sure already done crushed my brothers dignity
And to the jury can't be no turnerson my skin this color
Does that mean I'm burned
Cause your fuck ass made it up, your fuckin mind was gone
Should've never glorified, WRONG!!
Suck!(12x)
Suck!(10x)

Ministry-Bad Blood

What's lies?
Full moon and thoughts collide
We look for answers in those catatonic, dying blod-shot eyes
We ask if vermin are the ones that already learned
Those aren't tears,
They're just bad bad blood

Just bad bad blood!

What lies?
No big surprise.
We get our clues from the ones who thought up they will conquer us
Are we too fucked to say the end is here too much?
We're in denial with bad blood

Chorus:

(wailing sample:
Do you remember the strain?
Do you remember the pain?
Do you remember who caused all the blame?)

Bad Blood!

(wailing sample:
Do you remember me?
Do you remember us?
Do you surrender your dreams or your trust? )

Bad Blood!


What lies?
He's finally come alive
Out of these mediocre plentiful things all the time
A steady stream of madness
Conscious to a flood
The clock is ticking for Bad Blood

Chorus.
[fade out...]

Damn. Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn.
Crap suck monkey truck mouse radio bucket.
Stupid matches mug tab pogo.
Flippin pot jimmy crock.
Toilet wrench stick dirt dog sun moon blam.
Fuck.

One more stupid shit ending to a good day which could have been averted by thinking instead of stubborn pig-headed ass-blinking bitchiness. Rules suck.
I want my Lizzy back, Lizzy back, Lizzy back, and I want her right now.

This morning I think the strangest thing that has ever happened to me happened. When I woke up I began sliding my covers off of me, only to run into some sort of large sem-cylindrical semi-soft object resting on my chest. I of course, having no idea what it was assumed the only thing I could have, it must be some sort of animal. So I threw it off of me and it flew to my left. I tried to pull the covers off of it with my left arm but nothing happened. This seemed a little strange to me. Now I was concentrating on more why my arm had suddenly vanished than the animal so I pulled the covers off of my left shoulder. My arm was sitting right there attached perfectly, nothing changed at all. Now I was really confused. I then pulled the covers off of the "animal" with my right arm only to discover it was my left arm. I proceeded to poke and squeeze it a couple of time and wonder what the hell was going on, because I could not feel myself squeezing my arm at all. I'm not talking like it was asleep, I mean it was numb. There weren't even any phantom pains it was so numb. I then hoped that maybe it was kind of like when my arm falls asleep and that I would still be able to move it, no luck. For about 5 very strange seconds my arm just sat there as I strained to lift it. Then it twitched once or twice. Then it started moving around like it was drunk. After another second or two I felt the blood coursing through it again and after that it was just asleep and then it was fine. I'm not sure what this says about how the rest of the day is going to turn out, but at least it should be interesting...

Took you a while to notice that. Maybe you didn't notice the caption from the mouse-over, "Hopelessly inadequate representation of my beloved."

David, you will die for that pic you posted of me.

Man. My eyes hurt. My nose hurts. My upper lip hurts. My hair's wet. I just dunked my head in a sinkful of water to clean the sleep and dirt out of my eyes from me rubbing them because of that whole crying while having a runny nose thing. Consequentially it also cleaned out my nose and cleaned all encrusted materials(snot, tears, eyes, probably some blood too) off my face. Hey, I don't feel as hot anymore either. Amazing the things a good dunk will do for you. Well, my eyes are starting to hurt again. I didn't write up any more tool lyrics, or do anything else for my site for that matter, today, BUT, I did finish reading all the Sluggy Freelance comics online. Yay. This sick stuff is crap, I'm going to sleep.

My dogs are crazy little freaks. I have two labrador/brittany crosses, Beth and Marble. Beth acts like Kiki from Sluggy Freelance, and Marble's favorite non-meat food is plastic. Her favorite drink is Pepsi. You know those cheap snow shovels you can buy with hard plastic ummm, shovel bit, umm, what do you call it? head? anyway, that bit and handle and a wooden shaft? We bought a couple of those this winter and foolishly left them outside instead of storing them away in the garage. Marble ate the handles. I don't mean she chewed on them, or ripped them off the poles or something, she ate them. Marble is not a large dog mind you, when she stands on her hind legs and rests her front paws on me she only comes up to my belly button (I'm a little over 6 feet tall), so she had to slowly nibble away bits of the handle she was able to partially dissolve with her saliva. It took her all day to do it, and she spent most of the rest of the next day making sure she couldn't get any more of the handle. Now it's summer and my mother has potted plants outside, most are in those orange pots, so they're fine, but, sadly, a couple are in plastic ones. Marble has taken it upon herself to eat the pots that these plants are in, not the flowers or the leaves or the roots or even the dirt, but the green plastic pot. Today I gave her the contents of a pepsi that had been sitting out and hot gotten a little hot for my tastes for no particular reason. At first she just stared at her water bowl. Think how this looked to the dog, all her life she has been getting nice clean clear water in that bowl from me every day, and now for some reason I pour this noisy bubble brown stuff from a little metal can in there. After a few cautionary sniffs she ventured an exploratory lap. Then she proceeded to lap up the entire 12 ounces without moving an inch except to glance menacingly at her sister whenever Beth dared to try and get a little for herself. Speaking of Beth, she's a bit of a nutcase herself. Y'know that stance prairie dogs have when they pop partway out of their holes and sort of survey the area around them, straight up with their paws pressed against their body? My dog likes to do that for long periods of time. I don't know how it's possible considering her anatomy, but she seems to enjoy it so whatever. When beth was younger and my sister was shorter Beth would stand up on her hind legs and walk using only the two over to my sister. Darby would then take her paws and they would dance. That's right, my dog Beth can walk on two legs and likes to ballroom dance. Crazy bitches.

*Gasp for air* I have the worst freakin *sniffle* runny nose today. I have *sneeze* filled up a garbage dhan already with keenekses. *Plugs nostrils with kleenex* I'b been using Puffs, myd nose isd still getting red. Suckds.

Aha! I, once again, feel like a fool. I just figured out why my previous attempts to let people e-mail me with a link have failed. No more. My E-mail.

Man, this is harder than I thought. Part of Me gets really really confusing near the end, there. Plus, it would be really helpful if I actually had a copy of Opiate rather than having to rely on MP3s. See how much I do for my audience?

Anyone ever been to the lyrics section on Tool's website? I know I have. As much as I like them boys, sometimes they do tend to annoy me. I hate it when artists feel that lyrics don't need to be written out as sung. You see, on Tool's site, they write out the lyrics, but all in one paragraph, and only the first time they are said. So, if in a song, say Cold and Ugly for example, they repeat a bunch of word's over again, like "Underneath her skin and jewelry, hidden in her words and eyes is a wall that's cold and ugly and she's scared as hell.", they only write once, despite the fact they sing it like three times, and not consecutively either if that's what you're thinking. So. I've decided I need to put Tool lyrics on my website in the manner that they are sung. And hey, fringe benefit, some people may actually look for something on my site in a search engine and have a reason to come here. Yay.

Dang. Alex Chiu is a fool. I'm a member of his message boards now, what fun. Go read them, it's a hoot. Pay special attention to topics on gravity. Alex locks them fairly quickly cause he gets his butt kicked in them, so they might be a little old, go back a few pages looking for them, it's worth it. Oh, duh, I'm Symobl, shoulda said that in the first place.

Is there some kind of restriction on the number of rules you can have in a CSS or something? Everything was just fine until I tried to add something for TH elements. Then I spent about twenty minutes trying to figure out exactly where the crap hit the high-speed turbojet. Eventually, on a whim, I deleted one of the rules that wasn't affecting this particular page, and string quartet, the last rule I added starts taking effect. What is going on?

Argh. I just realized that my numbers and words don't line up on the lists page on computers using a different screen resolution than mine. Now I have to go completely redo the table. All this so that the periods line up. Feel like a fool.

By the way, if you are reading this and you aren't using Internet Explorer, I'd just like to mention that Microsoft does on occasion make a quality product. You see, there's this little feature in IE that I don't think most other browsers support, it's called title and it's an attribute for the HTML tag A. Because of this handy little tool I have nice little pop-up titles/comments all over my site, especially on this page. Hold your mouse over "mine seeester" to the left up top and you'll see. Yet one more reason to use IE and save me the trouble of trying to make my site universally browser friendly.

I really should fix the bio page today, but I don't feel like writing any HTML, so screw it. I tried Microsoft Publisher, because it claimed it could create me web pages. Of course Microsoft, in its overzealous effort to make everything easy for stupid people, has managed to make their new line of Office products impossible to use for intelligent people. It was bad enough when they took the database feature out of Excel and made a new program for it, but geez, at least you could get that thing to do what you wanted if you read the help files/manual, I'm not even sure Publisher can do what I'm trying to do, probably because Microsoft believes commoners are helpless retarded peons who can't think for themselves and must use a template for everything. bastards

I's told them's Ize we be crazy tomato sauce. But's they've no butter me. Wrahhahahaahaahahaahaahahahaju!

What's this about being a manipulative attention seeker? I don't believe you know just what you're talking about. No matter, according to this site I am going to unexpectedly turn into a schizophrenic. Might make me more fun at parties...

Histrionic: http://www.mentalhealth.com/dis1/p21-pe06.html

Schizotypal: http://www.mentalhealth.com/dis1/p21-pe03.html

And, because I have more problems than you(damn stable people) here's some more links:

Schizoid: http://www.mentalhealth.com/dis1/p21-pe02.html

Obsessive-Compulsive: http://www.mentalhealth.com/dis1/p21-pe10.html

Here's my score for that test.
Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: Low
Avoidant: Low
Depentent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Low
Well, that's amusing. I'm a mild schizophrenic and a manipulative attention seeker. They've really got me figured out, except for the manipulative part. I don't think that I use others to get what I want, do I?

Well then. I guess I have problems. I took this here personality disorder test. Ouch.

Results:

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid: Schizoid: Schizotypal: Antisocial: Borderline: Histrionic: Narcissistic: Avoidant: Dependent: Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low High Very High Low Moderate Low Moderate Moderate Low High

Man. No wonder people look at me funny... Kinda strange how it says low for antisocial though, guess I'm just imagining that horrible gut-wrenching anxiety that pops up in social situations, and it must just be the schizo in me that imagines I've spent the last week holed up in my basement going to sleep whenever the sun comes up all alone...

HAHAHAHAHA

Okay....WTF. My sister and I just got back from the doctor's in a hurry because she needed to get home for a package. When we get home, there's some woman in normal, everyday clothing sitting in a normal, everyday purple Toyota in our driveway. We get out to ask her what exactly she is doing, and she has the mail. Does she act at all abnormal? Nope, everything's fine, this is totally natural. Apparently mail is no longer delivered by mailmen in mail-trucks wearing mail-uniforms, nope, it's delivered by weird ladies in Toyotas. What is going on!

This sleeping thing is getting out of hand. Yesterday I got up at about 5:30 PM. Today I have a doctor's appointment at 9:30 AM. How do I plan on getting there on time you ask? Well. I went to bed at 1:00 AM this morning after taking one of my dad's tylenol-type pills with some codine in it. I still haven't fallen asleep. I was in bed for 6 and a half hours without falling asleep. Now I'm just going to have to stay up for about 24 hours, maybe more, so I can go to sleep at a reasonable time. Of course now I'm starting to get a tiny bit tired. Twenty-four hour days suck, I vote we set up some giant engines and slow the earth down a little bit, thirty hours a day sounds nice.
On the bright side of things, I'm going to see the sun for a bit, pun intended. Maybe I should wake my sister up now, she's supposed to go with me. sigh

Thank God. They're gone. I think my ear's are going to bleed. We were trying to watch tv, listen to Bob Dylan, one of her friends playing guitar, and hold 3 conversations all at the same time. My basement has been violated. Sigh. At least I got some work done on the links page. There are more now. And, incredibly, they are all still quality. Yay.

My sister's friends are here. They are loud.

I seem to have broken Blogger... hopefully its that problem they were talking about on the main page or something because my posts aren't showing up and for some reason you still can't read all of the words on the poll. Sigh.

Don't question the bio page. NO. I said don't question.

Pics page done. Not technically any pics, but it's still worth a look. Anybody got a scanner in the Greater Des Moines, Iowa area I can use?

Links page done. Not surprisingly there's a lack of links... but that's to be expected, after all, I only link to quality pages...yeah, that's the excuse...

Oh, by the way, those blue boxes around the monkey-heads don't exist. They're just figments of your imagination. I would never put something that ugly on my site on purpose or by accident.

There. The basic template is done, and amazingly enough, looks about how I wanted it to on IE....and, well, really really close on Netscape. I don't have any other browsers to check with myself but according to an online utility the only people that might have some problems are those using WebTv. Oh well, I never liked WebTV much myself. Yay.

I've been trying to make my site better all day. I've started by trying to make it look a little better on some other browsers, which has turned out to be futile, seeing as how I'm starting a complete redesign today. The index page is already up and I'm working on template I can use for all of the other pages, so there's some dead links at the moment. Hopefully those won't be a problem by the time I go to bed today, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I've been writing HTML and trying to figure out ways to make what I want with what I know all day. It's started to addle my head a little. Keep in mind the only HTML I knew up until less than a week ago was the bold and italic tags for chat rooms. Now I'm designing an entire website from scratch in notepad. Oh well. I think I have most of the graphics I'm going to need made, using Microsoft Paint of course. I'll make do with what I have. If anybody knows a good site that can give me some help getting things aligned in my tables better that would be a welcome help. My e-mail is bobagadush@yahoo.com. Back to notepad I go.

I tried using a web evaluator to see what it thought of my page. It gave me a poor rating. Jerk. For some reason it has a problem with me putting titles, which are normally for links, around entire paragraphs, and then not linking the paragraphs anywhere. Nobody appreciates creativity these days.

Igglydimacapuchakay. Frenzemobemakayjayitchymamo. Iregunapsugalatrof. Kalotewsa-jobobby. Lapkringalurra. Eg.

Hooo-boy. I'm trying to decide what to do to pass the time and it's looking more and more like I'm coming to the frightful conclusion of starting FF7 again. Someone...anybody...help. Oh well. I suppose I shall have to resign myself unto my fate.

This thing is goin' crazy. I've tried to update my template for both this site and my archives site at least 5 times now. It keeps telling me, "Yes David, everything worked fine. No need to worry, I'm completely reliable." Bullcrap. That doesn't help considering I just invested quite a bit of time in making a page for things that tick me off and things I like. Hmmm. I think I have a new entry...

hey, that immortality site was hilarious. goes to show just how nuts some people can get.

This is freakin' hilarious. It's another Irritability comic-the rest are at the Extreme Funny Link.

I got bored sitting in bed waiting to go to sleep last night. So I decided to do math. What's with the fingers crossed like tha...oh. Anyway. I came up with this. No calculators allowed, I didn't use one to come up with the question or the answer:



True or False? Email me at bobagadush@yahoo.com. Oh yeah, you get a bonus if you also send the answer.

Here's an e-mail I just wrote someone. I'm a silly silly fruit aren't I? I wonder what I was thinking...

In reference to your blog asking for those who have links to you to e-mail you...hi. I have a link to you on my website:www.geocities.com/bobagadush. Nice site, you guys remind me of some of my friends, but we can't write well. And that's all I really wanted to say. Bye.

(Response to my mail)

After getting this (the one above, not this this one) mail back I read over the message I sent you, and I noticed a slight error. I said "we can't write well". Well, I should rephrase that, I can write well, we don't like to. Hmm. Okay, my sister and my girlfriend can write well, and I should include them as they are part of my site's "team". But that original "we" was referring to my friends, and generally I don't include either of those two people as friends. Not that I don't like them, just my sister(darby) is family, not friend, first, and liz(my girlfriend), is her own little category, since I don't treat anybody else like that...hey, I didn't mean like that, geez. Anyway. I like clarity, very much, this e-mail as proof, I don't like writing however. Wait. Rephrase. I don't like writing as in stories, or required essays, obviously I don't have a problem with writing in general; this is turning into a rather long e-mail and I _do_ have a blog after all. So. I love clarity, but I don't like writing essays or stories, although I am capable, much like my sister and girlfriend, but unlike many of my friends. Yeah.

PS. Who is responsible for putting "One Man Army" in the music section of the Vagrant Story site? That song has been in my head for like 8 hours. I now have it on loop on Musicmatch. Berate said person.

PSS. Thanks for complimenting the blog title by the way. I like it myself. At first I just thought of some cool words close to my heart (I like math and have been known to kick the crap out of people who won't quit screwing with me). Upon closer examination I found that it was kind of cooler than I thought though. Parabolas go one way, then switch, and go the other...forever. Much like an avenger, who, being rubbed the wrong way (the first direction) turns the tables. Of course a simple semi-circle would hav represented this, but semi-circles end, while parabolas go on forever, representative of an unrelenting pursuit of vengeance. Of course that's much more than I meant it to, the proverbial crap-kicking I mentioned earlier only lasts until the jerk gets their act together, kinda like that whole peace without victory thing, I don't pursue somebody who bumps me with a shopping cart to tibet with a chainsaw or anything.

PSSS. Heh, just realized that's supposed to be PPS and PPPS, not the other way around. Fixing errors is for losers and those who have drive though. I prefer to think of myself as a lazy winner though. Ever heard the saying: Procrastinator; the pay sucks but the hours are great? What fun.

PPPPS. I just thought you might be wondering why I'm writing a huge e-mail at 5:48 AM. If you aren't wondering that go ahead and stop reading whenever you want, this thing is kind of getting away from me. I'm not sure myself about the huge part, but the time I can explain. You see I have this little problem with...how do you say? Sleep? I'm not very good at it. It takes me as much as 3 hours laying in bead looking at the back of my eye-lids before falling asleep fairly often, and then when I do wake up it is because someone has been bludgeoning me over the head with a large, wet fish for 45 minutes...okay, maybe not bludgeoning me. Yelling at the top of their lungs and maybe shaking me a bit. The 45 minutes is accurate however. Why is this relevant you may ask? Or not, whatever...let me go on. I was just laying in bed for about 30 minutes when I remembered getting that e-mail replied to and how I thought I should correct that little error. So that's why its what time it is....that doesn't really explain things very well....oh well. Good enough. I'm probably being rather arrogant thinking someone would bother to read this much drivel already.

PPPPPS. I may have just figured out why this is going on so long. Maybe I'm avoiding the boredom of trying to go to sleep... It really does suck. Thank god for summer. I have no job (I'm still in high school by the way) so I don't really need to go to sleep for any reason other than to avoid people telling me I should go to bed. Which they will soon. It's time for decent people to be getting up after all. I suppose I'll just tell them that I couldn't go to sleep...after all...I couldn't.

PPPPPPS. Alright. This is getting absurd. I've decided that I've fallen into my usual rut of carrying jokes on too long, as this is becoming kind of funny to me. Maybe switching letters would make it more interesting....

LLLLLLLS. I was going to use Ks but I figured that there would be far too many KKKs in there then, I don't want to appear racist. 210 KKKs actually. Amazing.

LLLLLLLLS. I think I'm going to post this as a blog entry. I hope you don't mind me putting something I sent you in the public forum. Not like it's Times Square or something...hey, a counter, that's what I need. Geez, that's obvious, I'm stupid. I'm gonna shut up now.

LLLLLLLLLS. No really, I should shut up. Oh well. Oh yeah. Now I remember, I need me some closure.....

CLOSING: I hope everything is clear now. It should be. If it isn't you need to clean your monitor. *little drum thingy after stupid joke*

LLLLLLLLLLS. Oh yeah, I don't actually know if my friends are very good writers or not...I'm just thinking they aren't for some reason....*smacks himself for adding something after the closing*

I just got an idea. From now on (hopefully) you should be able to get the title of a particular post by holding your cursor over it for a second or so...y'know, like a link? Everybody remember links? Anyway. It worked over there in the description on the left (move your mouse around, you'll find it) in a spot of my choosing, so what the hell, let's expand on new ideas. Oh, and if you can't see it, either you're too damn impatient or you need to get a cooler browser. Don't worry IE4 should be cool enough, you don't need Neoplanet or some crap. I'm rambling. Screw it I don't care. You ever see that show sliders? That show was cool, I especially liked how they make themselves look like idiots by trying to explain the science behind it very well, they just accepted they were making a cheesy tv show and went with it. However, everytime I see billboards for that new show the star of Sliders is in, what...Seventh Heaven or something? I always wanna just smack that kid in the middle for smirking at me like that. Teach him a little respect. Not that I have any myself, but hey, some people seem to think it's a virtue, surely somebody would consider it a good deed. Probably my brother. He's kind of a jerk. Don't get me wrong it's not like he'd play racquetball with Hitler or something, he's just not the most...ummm...emphatic guy I know. Cheesy tv shows and possible anti-christs aside, I wonder if they could make Sliders into a good video game...anybody know if they have? Is it any good? I just reviewed what I said. Of course they could make it into a good game, you could make damn near anything into a game if you try hard enough. I bet somebody could make a wonderful bobbing for apples game that would go over well in Japan. Maybe as a party game or something here, but I think it would probably sell much better in Japan. Of course, I've never been to Japan, but I have exchanged thoughts with a few Japanese gamers over messageboards and the like. Also I subscribe to a few gaming magazines, and it seems to me that any country that will buy enough units of a game called Super Robot Big Battle Infinity to make it a best-seller would pay money to bob for apples with a controller. And why a controller? There could even be a special peripheral for the game. Granted, the parents might look a wee bit surprised to walk in and find their youngsters grabbing onto rubber balls with their teeth on the floor in front of the tv... then again, there's always Hey You Pikachu to prove me wrong. I didn't quite put cheesy tv shows aside did I? How about stupid movies? How about not? I'm going to bed. If you actually just read all that crap I will now pray for your mind.

Believe me, she's usually much more entertaining,but, uhhh, unlike me, her bedtime is about 2 pm and she usually gets up at about 3 pm, so, it being 2:45 in the morning she's a little tired. Also, insert funny, entertaining, and provocative posts earlier in the day when I forgot to post. Speaking of sleep, I think maybe I should go to bed to, I have a long day of sitting on my ass and doing nothing tomorrow, er, today...whatever.

the newest member of this fascinating blog says hello. so, uhm. hello? btw, i too have a blog at vacuous.blogspot.com come visit me

Wow. If this guy makes any money people are more gullible than I ever imagined. Even if I knew nothing about physiology, electronics, or magnetism, the sheer idiocy of what he is saying would still keep me from paying him $105 for some freaking plastic toe bracelets with magnets in them. If you happen to not know anything about the aforementioned subjects then maybe you might take note of all the grammatical errors on the site. Or maybe read these quotes by the supposed inventor, "I am not a Jew, but I completely believe in the Jewish Religion"...huh?, or how about, "I am not a Taiwanese. I am Chinese, and I wish China will one day take Taiwan back, peacefully or by force, at any cost! A Taiwanese who does not consider himself to be Chinese does not deserve to become immortal. So if that's you, my product is not for you."...Okay then...psycho."Americans use books to build heaven. Chinese use books as tools to get rich quick. They laugh at you if you perceive new discoveries or ideas! Thats why they will never improve! Chinese are too practical."...I thought this guy loved China, I mean, he just advocated war on Taiwan and cursed all Taiwanese who don't want to be oppressed by China with mortality, that seems pretty harsh if he thinks the Chinese are a bunch of money-hungry super-conservatives..."I shall endeavor to make everyone as beautiful as Alicia [Silverstone] with my inventions. My inventions are to help people reach perfection."...No comment. "In the sun, friction caused by the rubbing of layers is very powerful and generates tremendous heat. That is also why the sun remained burning for billions of years, not by nuclear fusion or by hydrogen burning as how many scientists have described."............BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Oh boy, these speak for themselves. I'll put in a few more, after that read the site yourself, and DO NOT miss the "Space Station" section. Hehehe

"Inside an atom are more little atoms. Inside a little atom are more little, little atoms!"
"This star is becoming hot like Bill Clinton!"
"First, the Bible is a big astrology chart. "
"I mean, what is a six years college education for? For money? So that you can have a good life? I think its more than that."
"Do you feel safe to walk on the streets.... knowing that one day you will be innocently shot be terrorists?"
"Atoms are made out of frequencies. Inside an atoms are billions of billions of thin frequencies binding to one another forming into a community. Remember E=mC2? Matter is energy. Energy is matter."
"Here we have a man. His frequency is normal, low frequency....In order to teleport this guy, we have to put him in a chamber and induce high voltage into him. Inducing high voltage into him can raise his frequency up!"
"Because of DNA recoding, in the future, people can choose their own skin, hair, and eye color. Human beings will become one race!"
"Two legs in front at same time? Not possible because + will repel +, both legs got same charges. If the left leg goes to front, right leg repels and moves back because they both are +."

Okay, okay, enough. I think the poor man deserves a break. Go. Now. See his site. Laugh and laugh. G'night, it's my bedtime.

There. I just beat Final Fantasy 8. Woohoo. That game really kinda sucked compared to 7. Lemme give you a run-down:

Good

Bad

Very innovative and original Interesting characters with good designs Great Graphics Incredible FMVs Neat ending movies

Although original, Junction system cumbersome and poorly integrated, magic system not original, conversely, also blows major donkey genitalia Unable to name all but 2 characters and one of them's dog Graphics sometimes becoming absurdly blocky and grainy, made more noticeable by their usual flawlessness Overuse of FMVs to make up for lack of a coherent story Parts of ending movies confusing, creating more questions rather than properly ending the game General lack of purpose, often leaving player with the question, "WTF am I supposed to be doing now?" When purpose is known knowledge of means to accomplish said goal is lacking.

I give the game a 6 out of 10. I don't think I'll be bothering to go back and play it again for the sidequests either, whereas I spent over 120 hours on my last playthrough of FF7.

This is the best Irritability comic I've read today (out of about 200). It is by Mike Woodson, I have link to the archive of Irritibility comics on his site(Extreme Funny).

Irritability is the funniest comic in the history if man. I'm thinking of switching heroes from Reiner of GameInformer to Exoth...I'm not sure.

Morning, er, afternoon. I woke up a little less than an hour ago... I spent over two hours lying in bed last night waiting to go to bed. Wheee. Maybe I should rethink my sleep schedule... Oh well, we have Italian bread now so I don't care.

Whoops. I meant to be asleep now. G'Night.

I ate a crapload of carbohydrates today. I had a bunch of chicken nuggets, an eggroll, some crackers with cream cheese, a few sandwiches consisting mostly of bread, and about 4 or 5 cans of pop, not to mention the half-loaf of bread (I'm not exaggerating, I cut off a chunk that was at least a half of the loaf, maybe a little more, and ate it). So, in compensation I just did what amounted to 20 straight minutes of high-speed jumping jacks followed by 10 minutes of run/jogging while punching my punching bag. I'm pooped. If I was confronted by the clown from Stephen King's It I would only scurry away quickly and then faint of exhaustion after about half a mile. Normally of course I would yell and flat out sprint for a full mile, then fall over and knock myself unconscious. It didn't help when my dad turned out the lights. My punching bag is in our garage, and the switch for the lights and power of the garage is in the house, so my Dad, thinking that I had forgot to turn the lights off after feeding the dogs, flipped off all outside lights plunging me into darkness and silence. Peachy.

I am absolutely positive about the cactus. In fact, I was thinking about expanding into other sections of the site like pics and bios with a monkey-head motif.

are you sure about the cactus?

Chim-chim cherree, chim-chim cherooo...

That's a blue monkey-speckled cactus by the title for those of you who can't tell.

Yay. Poll. What good it will do no one knows. Maybe the lack of votes will serve as motivation to me to get down to business providing quality visual and comedic content. Of course after I provide this content Blogger will note my Blog as the greatest ever. Upon this recognition many will travel to my site and admire its splendor. Word will spread and people will begin to camp out on my lawn so that they may have a chance of seeing me when I go outside to accept their gifts. The Parabolic Avenger will become the homepage for all the world's people and I, the humble Davmandu, will become uncontested ruler of the Solar System. Or maybe there just won't be any votes and I won't worry about it...

Y'know. I'd like to make this thing look better, unique and all. But this is about what it'd look like if I designed it and it's not all that much different than the template I started with... Maybe some pictures of pumpkins or something. How about a big monkey-speckled blue cactus above the title?

This guy knows what's going on. I know I'd vote Mr. T for World Leader.

yeah, impatient. you know me.

Now then, I need a link so I can tell what I'm doing when I change their style. So:The Great White Chedtoe.

I'm busy learning about style sheets so I can edit the template. Geez. Impatient.

ok, so put something worth reading there.

Now, if only I could get people to read this without paying somebody money...

This is a test. It is only a test. In the event of a real post there would be something worth reading here.