Seriously, smack it Sammy Sosa style into Big Mac Land!
My best is 588 (thus far)
EDIT (5:10pm):
My lowest is 160.4, try beating that (you must hit it)
EDIT (7:43pm):
Proof of longest…
Proof of shortest…
EDIT (21/01/04 3:00pm):
95.5 is my new shortest
EDIT (21/01/04 3:06pm):
65.6… I’m retiring
EDIT (22/01/04 12:47pm):
593.5… New longest, matching Dawnkey’s
Some person at work has a Nokia N-Gage (obviously a Christmas present) and has spent the entire morning bluejacking me as it’s bluetooth ready…
He/She thinks their cool no doubt, but it’s old news for me… I could jack them back, but I can’t be bothered. As it’s Bluetooth they must be sitting within 10 metres of me…
Kids and their toys.
I recently got the new Foo Fighters DVD as, some of you may know, I’m a bit of a fan… And having seen them live a few times in 2002 this would be a nice chance to relive those memories…
AND HOW!
An Easter Egg on the DVD is a few songs from the Dublin gig I was at in July of 2002 (one that probably cost me my then job, but meh!) and it’s not too bad, 6 or so songs, all pretty good… So imagine my squeals of delight when this handsome man appears on screen during “My Hero”
Woah dude… That’s me! Sweet!
I’m gonna be glad to see the back of 2003, been a weird year for sure. It’s felt like a long hard battle with a lot more lost than I gained, especially over recent months. But I get the feeling Y2K v0.4 is gonna rock, mainly with my move, albeit temporary, to Atlanta, GA., I know it may end up causing more problems than it’s worth, but I think the actual experience will do me good.
I need to get away from this place. The West of Scotland can be a very depressing place at the best of times and what I saw on my way home from work yesterday summed it all up. A group of youths (probably no more than 16 years old) came on the bus and set about making a commotion and basically disturbing the relative peace the other passenger had before they came on. So of this group of about 10, only 3 paid to get on, so the driver and ticket inspector done their job and threw as many as they could off the bus, and of course the rest of the group didn’t like this so as well as verbally abusing the driver and inspector, they tried to take a swing at them… Yes, one of them tried to punch the driver while he was driving a bus… So the rest of them were thrown off at the next stop, but not before one the group put his foot through the front window, and I do mean right through!
I’ve always said some people deserve to die and some people need to die… I’ve never seen such stupidity in all my life, but taking the bus home means I have to deal with differing levels of it night in and night out and I’ve had enough. Ever since the Walker-Arnold’s said “hey, you can come stay with us, stay for as long as you want, you could even do some work for us” I’ve been counting down the days…
26 to go now…
Not a lot… But I did get this…
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How was your Christmas? Good I hope…
Well this is it, final major date out the way till my move to Atlanta in 4 weeks time (4 weeks tomorrow if you want to get technical).
Shawn Carter
C/O Roc-A-Fella Records, LLC
825 Eighth Avenue
New York, NY 10019
USA
Dear Jay-Z,
I’m a fan of your music, not some weird aloof music fanatic who thinks he knows what’s right and wrong… But I found something oddly disturbing and downright wrong about your recent appearance on the newish Missy Elliott CD, don’t get me wrong, it’s a great CD but one line in your guest appearance shocked me to my very core…
Evisujeans cover the rectum
I kick game just like David Beckham
Anybody in my way I wet them
I’ma be this way until the cops come catch em
Jigga Man, how could you? Have you no shame? Name dropping David Beckham like that, although I’ll give you minor props for rhyming his name with rectum… But Jay-Hova, that’s the biggest sell out I’ve ever heard in all my years listening to music (and I’ve heard some shitty pop in my days, let me tell you). What ever possessed you to do it? I’ll go as far as saying 95% of your listening audience doesn’t even know who David Beckham is and now I fear they might look into it. “Who is this David Beckham guy Jay-Z is giving shout out’s to?” and the prophecy of this, for lack of a better word, muppet taking over the world moves ever closer to reality, much to my chagrin and much to the joy of the sleazy gutter press tabloids who sell issues off his back and could make or break his career depending on their mood that particular day.
Now I don’t believe in nothng no more…
So please find enclosed a copy of your “last ever CD“. It may not work properly as I zapped it in my microwave for 10 seconds as I was in dire need of a coaster for my coffee and I had no AOL CD’s at hand.
Hugs,
Greg the Disgruntled Fan
For the last few weeks I’ve been using the Mozilla Firebird 0.7 Browser as opposed to Internet Explorer and I’m loving it…
It has a few features I really like, for example the tabbed browsing and if you click the mouse wheel over a link it opens in a new tab. The overall speed is a lot quicker too and the look is easily customized to suit my particular needs… I’ve even begun to use it at work too.
I’ve even opted to use the Mozilla Thunderbird 0.4 E-Mail Client but not as much, as it’s easy to import from Outlook but you can’t import back should you wish to… Maybe that will appear in later versions. The one good thing is it has reclaimed all the dates on my e-mails, because after my hard drive died in April I was able to recover most of my data but Outlook doesn’t read the dates prior to the middle of May, so older e-mails are all over the place and are listed in no particular order… This is why I’d like to be able to re-import them back into Outlook now this issue has been resolved.
Cant have everything I suppose, but if you’re looking for a nice alternate browser I suggest you give it a look. You may be surprised like me and start using it as your primary browser.
So the news today came out about the so called Freedom Tower that’s going to be built on the old site of the World Trade Center, or Ground Zero as it’s more commonly know post 9/11… And after everything that’s happened, they want to build a bigger target.
But what bothers me most of all is this whole “Freedom” tag thats coming along with it, always riding the Patriotism ticket. Freedom from what exactly?
But the increase in “fake” patriotism post 9/11 hasn’t helped matters… If you didn’t have a flag on your car after 9/11, or have a patriotic shirt, people labeled you as a terrorist sympathiser. And don’t even think about questioning the government as you’ll be branded unpatriotic and unamerican, and you should just leave if you don’t agree with the current administration…
American patriotism is crammed down people’s throats, not just Americans but the whole world too. Taking the example of the French, America now gets pissed at other countries for not supporting the American viewpoint. To put it bluntly, the backlash against the French was simply because they acted “unamerican”.
patriotism
\Pa”tri*ot*ism\, n. [Cf. F. patriotisme.] Love of country; devotion to the welfare of one’s country; the virtues and actions of a patriot; the passion which inspires one to serve one’s country. –Berkley.
When did patriotism go from “I love my country, and I’ll do what I can to make it an awesome place to live” to “my country is the fucking best, how dare you question authority?”
And the saddest part is I’m going there in little over a month…
Well, we had the talk (again) and (again) it seems like I’m doomed to a life of Friends™. Is that my life? Always the nice guy who tries to do the right thing but ends up just being the friend™? The Human Doormat™?
Ask anyone, I can empathise and mirror someones feeling like it’s no ones business. But when it comes to my own I’m in complete denial…
Anon Person: “Hey Greg, how you feeling?”
Greg’s Mind: “I’m dying here man, I’m cold, sad and lonely, I wish a bus would hit me so I’d be put out my misery… Oh woe is me”
Greg: “I’m peachy, how are you?”
I’m not one for suicidal tendencies, so don’t worry about that. I’m just wondering where I go from here. I’m not the first one to feel heartache and loss like this, and I know I’ll get over it someday, but what to do until that day? I’ve not so much as looked at another woman for the last few years, so I dunno what to do… I think about her all the time, I talk to her (in my head) all the time.
I’ll just stop my stupid whining, I think you people must be sick of it, god knows I’m sick of it…
But there I go again, repressing emotions and staying in denial…
I could say whatever I want here, no one can stop me, Melody never reads this anymore anyways, back in the old days she was my number one fan, and critic, and editor of sorts by pointing out spelling and grammatical mistakes that I’m prone to do. She sat with me night in and night out as I typed whatever it was I was typing and gave some creative input from time to time. I took a break at the end of 2001 so I could spend more time with her instead of spending night after night on the PC.
She was my world and now she’s gone. I just hope whoever she ends up with treats her right, or I’ll exercise my Best Friend™ duty and curb kick his ass, Sonny Corleone style…
So what does this mean for me? I don’t have any answers to any questions… It’s funny, because when we talk about old times, she remembers the bad stuff and I remember the good stuff, maybe we were just polar opposites trying to connect… Maybe there was real love in there, and as Sting said “If You Love Somebody, Set Them Free”. Well, I love her, and I’m setting her free, maybe she’ll come back or maybe she won’t, but that’s beyond my control, and I hate not being in control of my own destiny.
So it goes a little something like this.
The comment that was left last Thursday originated from IP#: 213.78.130.80, which after a little bit of help I discovered was the outbound DSL line for the place I work… So I was not best pleased that such a comment was posted from my place of work.
I lodged a complaint on Friday and things went into motion pretty quickly, it was narrowed down to one of two PC’s that are on the top floor of the building, and I was asked if I had pissed anyone upstairs off…
I don’t know anyone upstairs.
So time passes and towards the end of the day I didn’t hear anything else, so I asked what was going on and basically someone came forward and said he posted the comment, but flat out denied posting the profanity (obviously trying to infer that I had edited the comment or whatever, but I have an email that says otherwise as the blog notify’s me when someone posts a comment). So this unknown person had basically gotten away with a warning, which pissed me off no end.
So I sat and stewed over the weekend, and first thing on Monday morning I filed yet another complaint and was told it would more or less be a waste of time, as apparently “everyone” knows about my blog and there are stories that I’ve been saying how much I hate where I work, but since the posts have been removed there is no proof other than stories.
I’ve made 96 posts on this (including this one) and if you check the quick link it will be post #99… 2 test posts I deleted before I even began this and one I deleted a few weeks ago when my emotional turmoil began… 99-3=96, simple maths.
I’ve only ever mentioned where I work once, and that was BEFORE I even started working there… And as for saying I hate work, well that is just flat out lies, as I’m sure any regular reader will testify, hell, I’ve mentioned on countless occasions how much I enjoyed working there.
Yes, enjoyed…
It just doesn’t have the same appeal for me anymore. I’ve got an offer of working for the Walker-Arnold’s again and I think I’ll take it… I’ve been backtracking on making a firm decision but recent events have pushed me too far.
I’m just more than a little sad it’s come to this. All I really wanted was an apology…
I’m arranging to meet up with Melody again, for some bit of face to face closure if nothing else… E-mails are so impersonal and telephone calls doesn’t quite bridge the divide.
So face to face, for the first time and she’s worried I’m gonna try and score and only be sad when she says no… But that doesn’t bother me, it was honestly the furthest thing from my mind.
But the lady doth protest too muchly?
I’m thinking that I’m not the problem, but I am… I’ve got great personal control and will power but her’s ain’t so strong, could her fears be that as soon as she see’s me again all the old feelings will come back and she’ll want to do NASTY things to me but only end up sad if I say no?
Something to ponder perhaps…
Maybe I protest too much too, maybe we both do… Maybe we both even mean what we say, it’s difficult to tell for the above reasons. Maybe we’re both in denial for whatever reason. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
I got a reply… She didn’t mean what she said yesterday.
I’m just sick of this whole runaround I’m experiencing… Is it always like this? It reminds me of a time years ago when me and a friend once spoke about “breaking up” and what happens thereafter. We’ve all done it. We’ve all been crushed in some way by a person whom we’ve given our hearts to. However, the breaking up, even the lovelorn feeling is not the hardest part of the break-up. The hardest part is having to see the person you broke up with (sometimes still love) moving on with life. You see him/her at the bar – you feel pathetic and cold. You see him/her while shopping – you feel pathetic and barren. You see him/her on the street – you feel pathetic and lonely. You see him/her in a porno you rented to make yourself “feel better” – You contemplate suicide. You are trying to self-satisfy yourself through manual stimulation, and you can’t help but think of that other person – you learn how to tie a noose.
I think my point is becoming clear. So, my friend and I devised a plan whereby a couple can break-up, and go on in life without having to suffer the continued trauma of breaking up. It’s a milder version of divorce court, but with much more drastic repercussions…
Basically, when you break up with someone, you are both taken to “break-up court”. At the court, it is decided who is a more important individual (i.e.. who will benefit society more in the long run; who is smarter; who is more artistically inclined; who is more interesting; who is a more whole person all around). Once the decision is made, then the person who doesn’t cut it is executed. And the winner gets to go on in life without ever having to see their ex again.
I wonder who wouldnt cut it between me and Melody, we’re both pretty good people in our own rights, just an explosive mix while together…
“Hold on tightly, let go lightly.”
I spoke to her on the phone, and we spoke candidly about a variety of subjects… Me, her, our life together and our future apart and it was great!
No really… I feel like a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I was fearing the worst when I called, so did she (as she later told me), but looking back, I wish we could have been more open like that in the past. We agreed to remain close friends, but that’s all, which is cool by me, mainly because I’d rather have her in my life than not as she is such a huge part of it… I’m still gonna care about her and worry about what she’s doing and try to look out for her as best as I can but mostly I’ll always love her.
This sums it all up:
Youth by Trent Navillus
What a bore
the days of yore
Counting countless measures
Drinking shit
and swapping spit
Engaging earthly pleasures
Young and dumb
and full of cum
Excreting tiny treasures
Reading writing
always fighting
Loving daily leisures.
I don’t know if you’ll ever read this Melody, but I hope you could see where I was coming from all along… I’ll see you around sometime soon, at least it wont be as awkward as we feared…
I shouldn’t post this right now, no one should read it either but things have to be said…
This morning I found out Rich Baran had died in a car accident near to his home on Tuesday morning. I never knew him personally but over the last 18 months I’ve had enough interaction with him on various design and creative communities to classify him as an acquaintance, I wouldn’t say he was a friend as I didn’t really know him that well. But reading the news that he had passed away shook me to my core and threw me for the whole day… This was at 9am so getting through to 5:30pm was a hard struggle, a struggle in which my mind was constantly wandering back and forth through various subjects but mostly centering on the time when my best friend died some 8 years ago.
Still seems like yesterday, sitting at home on a Sunday morning in August 1995 when I got a phone call from his mum to say he died the night before and standing there in silence for what seemed like hours… days… possibly months… Constantly wondering what if I went round to his house that night like I was supposed to instead of changing plans at the last minute, could I have done anything? I probably couldn’t have and the trauma of watching him die would be far greater than the trauma I suffered. I remember going round to his parents house a few days later, still unable to say anything. It was the same at the funeral, and looking back I’m pretty sure it wasn’t till the casket disappeared that the realisation that I wouldn’t see him again hit me hardest.
I’m somewhat thankful that it was the first and, thus far, only funeral I’ve been to.
But not a day goes by when I don’t think about him, if only for a moment. And that brings me to todays events… It seemed a bit unbelievable at first, a bit surreal but also very “there”… And most weren’t sure what to make of it, it took a while to sink in but once it did there was a massive, and I do mean MASSIVE outpouring of grief, memories and self made tributes including my own little front page tribute.
Rich, we had a few good arguments based upon a difference of opinion but I always loved your crazy writing style on Cotworld and respected the work you put into the games you made…
And as someone said:
Hes probably gonna post on God’s o8.
He’s probably all like “God, I hate what the new o8 has become.” and God will be all like “OMG I know.”
Take it easy man, wherever you are…
