so excited

about this.

mood swing

i new that i forgot something at the store--single edged blades. i intended to fix these josh coyle scars.

if i'd remembered, i'd be cutting my wrists, though.

for no apparent reason, i'm all teary and shit.

and i was fully thrilled with life earlier, too.

totally lame.

christ! it's sunday

this is a bitchy post, so be fore-warned.

it seems that my bloggers are slacking...i have to keep up to date with the peeps. some of the lj people are slacking too...but it appears that one of the ljs that i read is on overdriven lately. it's good to see. and actually having the balls to post heavy shit is always good.

today is all about slacking in shorts and birkenstocks and making wretched noises. i did what i wanted to do today. my sunday is interpolating housework and the midi rig.

i talked to iann via im today. i do not think that she reads this. and, if she does, it's not a big deal, because i'd say the same shit to her. this is the girl that i love, even though i don't think that she thinks i'm serious. when she has issues, i really want to help. she's got a thick wall, though, which is understandable. i don't think that i've ever met anyone that things never go right for. until her. i'm all about the luck. like my mother sez...i'm the luckiest person ever. my secret is to just hang out and wait for shit to happen. it seems that most people have to put forth effort to succeed. i've never been happier, and i'm not doing jack shit. no real pressure to do anything, except at work, and that's pretty manageable. my boss did sit me down and talk with me about my busy. he seems concerned that i'm going to burn out. ha. i scoff at him. i explained that i really just want to keep myself occupied, so that i won't get depressed. i'm way too open with my boss, about those emotional problems, but i'd rather keep them out in the open. naked is way better than hiding.

i have 3 SPCC plans to write this week, and two that i'm waiting for minor details on. my goal is to be plan-less when i go to utah for two weeks.

since we actually stay in a casino in nevada, i'm still trying to figure out if i can justify whores on my expense report. if i pull this off, it will be huge.

i've decided that i require another autopistol. hopefully, mr. bill hasn't sold it already. unless there's something totally wrong with it, i'm totally down. i've always wanted a .45, and they're basically the shit for fucking people up. (one shot stop stats go here) it's a military weapon, and probably not pretty, like my .357, but that's okay. 1911s are basically THE auto. since most gunfights are like 3 shots long, the lame-ass capacity isn't an issue.

i wish that i hadn't sold the handguns. seriously, the glock was crazy--18 rounds? that meant that i had the power (which is what my handgun obsession is all about) to fuck up 18 people. or one rabbi. i totally had to sell them for rent, though. and, my usually excessive drinking and gas.

i still have the shotguns and the carbines, which would mangle someone way worse. pistols have more sex appeal, though.

kerry d. is seriously cool--i still can't believe that he dealt so well with the "stabbing lesbian" incident. if i ever get back to your neck of the woods, i'll totally go out for the beers, and maybe we can gang-rape that fecalphile coffee girl.

she was super-cute, though.

i'd shit on her.

i did some updates to the box of dirt site. just preparing for the gallery onslaught. i have lots of photos to share.

i'm still totally irritated to be the owner of redcloudrock.com. oh well, i suppose that i could re-direct it to the tubgirl if i really wanted to be an asshole. i'll give those people a little while to contact me, and apologize (because i think that i'm owed that, at least), then i'll wreck their site. it's a lot like a pistol--i dig the power. i really just want them to be done with me. i realize that i'm not dealing with the most internet savvy folks, so i must be reasonable.

it's been more than a month since i "left the band," though. one would think that those people would try to get me out of their shit.

andrew warner hasn't called me, and that totally is bumming me out.

i'd better cease and desist on the bitch-o-rama. i have things to do, bitches.

weekend update

i just got up from a dream that had some sort of guitar-infested industrial soundtrack. it was pretty cool.

someone wants to sell me a pistol. i think that i might do that, since autopistols are a good thing. i'm seriously thinking about it.

the last few days, i've had an amazing amount of blood coming out of my nose. i think that it's just this rocky mountain high stuff. i hope that it is, and not some horrible capillary-eating disease.

pool with wull last night was totally fun. we even made a new friend--sort of a "snowboard on reality" moment with a drunk mexican midget who was wearing a raiders jersey and had a ponytail. actually, it was sort of a "i'll stab you with my finger" deal. totally fun, anyway. wull doesn't know if he got the job yet.

finally back on line times two

i got to catch up on sleep and some much-needed drinking and house cleaning. i don't feel as beat up today as i have for the last week.

the upcoming two weeks in utah is probably going to kill me.

this morning, i arose and finally made the mighty ensoniq sound card work again. i can finally do some sequencing now.

the wull's job hunt

wull has applied for some job in the springs. i hope that it works for him.

the saw o rama

maybe i'll do some saw playing instead of lead keys on that introductory part. i haven't been able to unleash my saw playing on a recording yet. shit, since it's digital, i can do it and mute the track if it's not cool.

i only went into the office to do an expense report today.

this afternoon, it's all about excessive drinking, cleaning house, and the noise.

slightly annoyed by humanity

i got to spend an agonizing day in the field today with trains zipping (yes, zipping) about.

why do people think that i need to be pleasant all the time? i'm particularly unpleasant when i'm in pain, smell bad, or...the HALT applies. i still don't know if t is for thirsty or tired. i think that tired is better, actually.

the highlight of the day was a nin cd that i was unfamiliar with. the only reason that i like this nin record is because it sounds like some lost skinny puppy--brap 4 maybe, or was it 3? i don't know.

i got a sun burn in cheyenne. this is truly a rare occurance. i've learnt three things: drink lots of water; use chapstick; sunscreen is my friend.

i've gotten really soft being in the office all the time. i'm totally feeling the burn. it's a good burn, though--i ought to lift heavy objects more often.

in my absence, 3 of my stupid plans went out, with minimal questions via cell phone. i knew that they were crap, but i've been totally chaotic (evil) lately.

a classic conversation snippet this week:

jeremy: "they deserve to die."
janette: "you really don't like anyone, do you?"
jeremy: "no, i don't."

What Are Binaural Beats?

Binaural beats are auditory brainstem responses which originate in the superior olivary nucleus of each hemisphere. They result from the interaction of two different auditory impulses, originating in opposite ears, below 1000 Hz and which differ in frequency between one and 30 Hz (Oster, 1973).For example, if a pure tone of 400 Hz is presented to the right ear and a pure tone of 410 Hz is presented simultaneously to the left ear, an amplitude modulated standing wave of 10 Hz, the difference between the two tones, is experienced as the two wave forms mesh in and out of phase within the superior olivary nuclei. This binaural beat is not heard in the ordinary sense of the word (the human range of hearing is from 20-20,000 Hz). It is perceived as an auditory beat and theoretically can be used to entrain specific neural rhythms through the frequency-following response (FFR)--the tendency for cortical potentials to entrain to or resonate at the frequency of an external stimulus. Thus, it is theoretically possible to utilize a specific binaural-beat frequency as a consciousness management technique to entrain a specific cortical rhythm.

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dr. s is the twisted guy that turned my onto this crap. blame him.

ha. ha. love you, man.

locate that fighter-plane ocular synch shit. this is awesome technology, mother-fuckers.

why?

i'll give you something to whine about

i really need to settle down on those super-whiny posts. so, i'm going to be methodical about getting my act together.

physical health is going to be the first item to deal with. that's what mom seems to think, anyway. (and now i'm listening to my mother)

sampling in cheyenne the rest of this week. at least i'm not going to be with some DK-loving nebraskan like yesterday.

peristaltic pumps 101; and janette's opinion of the heart attack

i had a heart to heart (attack) talk with janette on the way to work this morning. we ought to carpool more. so nice to chit chat, really. i told her of my chest pain woes, and that i'm somewhat concerned because of the astronomical trigycerides (694). she wanted my dumb ass to go to the ER. my mother (the nurse) wants me to go to the ER as well. fuck all them. i'm going to quietly schedule an appointment with a doctor, and see if i can fix this. hopefully, i haven't had a heart attack (even though i've improved my habits a lot in the last year), and this will be something that i can deal with.

part of my re-invention must be giving a fuck about my health, and that really is rough for me. i've been invincible too long, it seems. i have a plan, though. besides seeing a doctor and that nutritionist gal (who i really need to call back).

my theory is this:

i'm chronicly depressed -> i don't take care of myself, and self-medicate.

why am i so depressed? i think because i'm so lonely.

why am i lonely? i think because there's not a chick in my life.

(TGV feels the pain a little, apparently)

so...how to solve that problem? prehaps i'm putting too much stock into the reptilian jeremy. i require a chick, i think. it's been a long fucking time, that's for sure. we're at 6+ years now since the incident, i think.

i must get a car that will attract my type, and start dressing more appropriately (denim man is too slacker).

now...from the readers...i require input on automobiles that attract cute, intelligent girls with glasses and great taste in music....please comment on that.

it must not be a 1983 volvo station wagon with a destroyed interior. got one, and it's not working.

Hunter S. Thompson dead at 67

this
bums me out. always entertained me.

heart attack

i woke up at 2 a.m. with a pounding heart, shortness of breath, and a hurting shoulder/arm.

feeling a little better now, though. still feeling sick.

bass agony

a month off was a bad deal. and, to think that i told marie that i wanted to take like 6 months off when we got back to denver. what was i thinking?!? essentially, i'm out of shape, and this driving rock stuff is much more challenging for me than the swingin' stuff. there's more stamina required, anyway. i'll get this down, once i understand the subtleties of those low guitars. i'm not catching onto the changes--it's not like a RC change that you can see coming down the track. when i don't hit them, it doesn't sound bad bad, just semi-bad.

i think that the problem is that i'm used to having a hand in the writing from square one. now, there's like a semi-polished song that i'm supposed to impart a line to. i guess it's no worse than learning those ghost buffalo songs in a week. the wizardly tito left lots of room in those to impart the jz slacker bass lines though. i just need to sit down and focus on this more, and less on my job.

work is really out of control for the next month or so. i've been slacking on plan writing, it seems, but i've had no choice but to write like 8 in the last week. i'm totally over doing it, and i think that they're coming out half-assed.

tomorrow, i begin the sampling hell. one day in boulder (if i can get a ham sandwich and some antifreeze), 4 in cheyenne. then, i get a one week break to write more spcc plans. then, two weeks in utah doing the hazardous fun stuff.

in other news, i think that i'm in love (really) with someone that i ought to fuckin' know fuckin' better than to fall in love with. that sentence didn't work right. she's super--and someone else's girlfriend. i hate that. not my best friend's girlfriend, though, so that's good.

that's odd...i don't have a best friend. i hadn't really thought about that. very interesting. maybe i do, and it's this girl. wouldn't that be awkward?

damn, another epic sober post.

return to the thunderbroom

i picked up a bass for the first time since new mexico yesterday. i did a couple of takes on the new stuff. i rather like the fuzz bass, because it blends with the guitars. i got into the "effects rack" in audition--which is way more rippin' than cooledit. i still have to finalize that part sometime today.

but, i decided that i wasn't a bad player after all. it felt pretty good.

no calls this weekend. i think that i might discontinue having a telephone.

the perfect breakfast food, or...how i'm dealing with astronomical cholesterol

this is the "breakfast pizza," and it supports my hypothesis that anything with bacon and cream gravy is good.

• pizza crust
• gravy "sauce"
• bacon
• egg (not much)
• cheddar cheese
• pizza cheese

i know that i'm not supposed to be eating things like this, but the temptation was too great.

the devo remix; major feeling del pedro

they'll be mad about this post....

so, i decided that i ought to do away with the clipped tracks; not delete them (love that digital lingo), just "remix" the song, so to speak. it turns out that there are several offending tracks in audition.

the drums will be louder, more devo-esque, thanks for that advice, andrew fuckin' warner.

i'm still pissed the the cooledit dudes sold out to big bad adobe, but "oh well," you dig?

still, there's parts of the mixdown that will blow yer headphones out, so i'm toning them down. i prefer a nice, clean recording before i impart my nonsense.

actually, it sounds good. a little bit expanded, but that's what compressors are for, right. and since everthing's digital, such terminology is bogus. it can be undone...weezer? shit, girl. i wouldn't have expected that to show up.

don't know what alt-rock genre this fits into. someone cooler than i am will have to help me out, so that the ID3 tag is appropriate.

because, i have every intention of posting a link to this jazz-o-rama here.

you dig, doggety dogg, bitches?

friday night plan

dash home, get liquor, fold clothes, finish the cleaning that i began last night before i got sick, recording bass parts for the new rock. if that goes well and i'm still sober, write a keyboard lead part for the beginning bit. i'd like a lead, so i'm not wussing out with classic scfs stylings (pads).

Bob Jones University - Residence Hall Life

totally disturbing i am "applying" this weekend. one of the questions on the "application" is whether or not you've ever taken drugs.

a false alarm

i'm totally not well. that'll teach me to claim that i'm cured. this seems to be a sinus infection or some other wretched disease. at least i'm not vomitting. i can deal with everything smelling wrong and stuff.

shake the disease

i'm feeling so much better today!!!!

and using exclamation points!!!

explanation points?!?

good enough...back to boring monotone.

the illness has subsided to mild cold-like symptoms. at least i'm not vomiting like a couple of days ago. lots of shit was accomplished at work today. a meeting that was actually productive.

tonight, i caught up with dr. s., and that was awesome. i miss that guy a lot, it turns out. we did some file transferring, and now i've got a musical purpose again. yay! i picked out a rocker to work on first--it seemed more in line with that most recent project. this is really good stuff. i didn't want to totally suck it, but after seeing the 18 tracks that are basically FINISHEED scrolling past, some minor tweaks, a bass part (or two), and some tasteful lead keys ought to push it over the top. i'm confident about the bass parts, since a crunchy low guitar has been provided--i'm hesitant to remove it, though. if my bass tone is harmonically rich enough, the low guitar could go away. doubtful, unless i pick it.

yeah, i'm thinking about picking this one (insert hell freezing over sound here). probably not. my tone is plenty aggressive if i turn it up. thank god i live in the country.

so i'm totally borderline manic about this new stuff. very refreshing since a month ago, i was totally suicidal about music.

i've been listening to a lot of bach fugues and lygeti choral works. good stuff, but now it's time to rock out with my cock out.

well...maybe tomorrow. i have to get some sleep tonight. so excited, though!

stokeed

i'm totally feeling better today!

i have been rocking out the newly received mp3s a lot, and i'm excited to contribute some parts to them.

really excited.

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illness and the bach

so, i spend sunday with the vomit o rama. i tried my best not to hurl at work yesterday. i didn't win, but i did suffer through the whole day. today, i seem to have settled into a vomitless flu. yay!

i did a little bit of rocking out on sunday between bathroom breaks, because laying down only made me sick.

i was jamming out in Dm, and accidentally started into this bach piece that i recognized, but never learned. after like 12 bars i stopped and freaked out a little. that's simply the most odd thing that's ever happened to me.

no more Dm for me.

or, maybe i ought to just focus on learning the entire "art of fugue." that would be ambitious.

sounds

i decided to use text instead of being lame with loads of graphics. i spent much of the day uploading audio files. i don't know that i particularly like the das bruderziehe, or the personal audio pages. perhaps i require some graphics. i'd like to get those scfs song titles, but i don't think that i still have a free compact disc.

oh well...here is what i've done so far.

it's nice having an excessive amount of space to fuck with.

rudimentary navigation

i've got a fascade site set up--mostly just under construction, which is happening in the background. i like the stark black and white look on the index page, though, so i'll likely rework the actual content pages to maximize stark.

the jamshid?

wtf is this stuff?

rocking the yaraa yaraa? some sort of vocal trance with the 909 drums? very odd, really.

i saw this program called "mystic iran" on pbs while in la. so, in an attempt to get down with the daf, so to speak, i'm checking out music proporting to be iranian. that's the story with my current listening habit.

the documentary focused on the dervishes and stuff. i saw them on ripley's the previous night sticking knives into their skulls, which totally fascinated me. while flipping channels, i saw the same dudes on pbs, sans knives. truly it's like the original trance. maybe not. altered consciousness via music is something that i'm into. i've only achieved it a couple of times.

maybe i need to take more psychedelics. i really ought to try some different ones, for sure.

i do need to pick up one of those toads. i need to be sure that it is as low maintenance as this obese grey cat.

blow your headphones out

i swear that there's no bi-aural shit on these files. although it's something that i have experimented with, there's a liability (now i'm thinking like mts) in fucking with brainwave patterns.

• mono
• stereo mp3
• ogg vorbis

feedback is welcome. keep in mind that i was just fucking around with some sounds, and taped it. it's all live and shit. no cheating with sequences and shit. that's dishonorable with such a wickeed synth. mien bruderziehe totally freaked out about the amazing demonic power of the mighty k2000.

tonight, i'm cleaning house (left in a hurry), and trying to fix my new domain to be less lame. it's all got the standard welcome page and crap. might upload some antique mp3s from back in the day for my friends to enjoy. so much "classic rock" in that it was recorded prior to "y'all know what" project.

who else cares about lossless audio codecs? who is using what? is flac the bomb, and i don't know it? clue my ass in--bear in mind that i've been mr. mainstream music for a few years.

the feline book of the dead

after my 36 hours of awake fasting, i had some soup, and passeed out.

i had a weird dream that i received a letter from my dead cat, tigger (orange tabby 1980-1990). cats certainly aren't eloquent (damn good word), but it was nice to hear from him.

it was mostly a word salad, but there was one semi-complete sentence "i'm glad that i'm not couch." apparently, cats don't use indefinite articles.

wtf is that supposed to mean?!?

basically, the dream woke me up, and i returned tgv's call a couple of minutes later. i don't think that i was cogent. he probably thought that i was stoneed or something.

that 80s airport; rain rain go away; the eagle has landed

i got up at three ante meridiem yesterday.

i haven't slept since then.

i did my site visit in inglewood (didn't find beaumont, but jackie brown is a pretty okay movie). the dude was the production manager, so he was really into showing me the missiles (sidewinders and amrams) and these army dune-buggy things called flyers (a replacement for the hummers--these are stackable, and air-deployable). they didn't have too many issues, compliance-wise. i've decided that it's good to do these things in the rain (must invest in some raingear and grease pencils) for the "facility drainage" portion of my questionaire. i can really get a good idea about what's up by following the sheen.

fuck. i'm listening to this gnarly oud piece. (ebadi-esfahan?!?--doesn't mean a thing to me) iranian internet radio is the best.

so then, i couldn't manage to get onto the highway going north, so i took the scenic route through hollywood, beverly hills, bell aire--and it did smell good--minty. eventually, i got to the fucking airport, ditched the mighty impala, and hoped for stand by.

no way.

i was in that eighties airport, rocking out to thompson twins, dm, erasure, the cars for 6 hours--my plane was delayed by an hour and a half. my connection in phoenix wwas questionable, but it seemed like i could make it. i had five minutes, supposedly, to make it to the other gate. i lived la vida loca, and went for it--what else was i supposed to do?

we pulled into phoenix, and they couldn't find someone to drive the jetway. for fucks sake!! i watched them off-load my one checked bag, and then i watched the denver flight take off, while sitting there in 23F. i was pissed.

after diembarking, i cruised to the customer assistance counter. sarah was a married cutie, obviously, but i told her that i didn't require a hotel, a pillow, or a blanket; i wanted drugs, drinks, and a blow job. she said that her husband wouldn't be into that. at least she didn't call to police.

so i spent the night in the phoenix airport, without eating or drinking. in fact, i haven't eaten since yesterday morning at 6 am. or slept yet. i ought to soon.

long story, shortened--my flight left arizona at 8 am. landed at the dia. got home.

the nitwit is totally pisseed. she had too much kitty time. she requires me harassing her to be truly happy.

odd dreams about past people

i had a really involved dream about dustin last night. i guess that it wasn't that odd--this is dustin i'm talking about. i think that friendstering jen must've been the impetus for the dustin dream. it was a quite disjointed dream. i know that we were being chased by a pretty girl with glasses. that's all i remember.

still, since jen is back in denver, i really ought to see what she's up to, and maybe hang out, especially since i have zero friends.

today, i arose at 3:30 pst. totally lame. i realized that i required a measuring tape, since i had left mine somewhere in the last 3 days. oh well--i got to locate a grocery store in la--fun stuff. i forgot my maps, and got trappeed in some sneaky one way streets.

i've finally got the impala's seat right where i like it.

the 9th, boy george, and big pimpin'

i always park in the super-secret off airport property so that denver won't get any tax revenue. on my shuttle ride, the bus driver, art, had ludwig van's glorious 9th fucking cranked. whoo hoo! i knew that this would be a good day.

some old guy announced to one of his droogies that it was bach, and then proceeded to talk over it. i felt like i was in the korova, and that the bratchny ded required a good tolchock on the guliver.

my connection in phoenix was delayed by an hour! fuckers. the phoenix airport is just as queer as the rest of the town.

upon my arrival at the fabulous bob hope airport, i got my checked bag, and proceeded to the rental car place. fucking boy george was jamming my ass as i walked around the terminal to get to the car place. it was tough.

i totally scored a phat impala. no shit. it's sweeter than the mercury i cruised in oregon, but i don't care for the seat. i'll check it out tomorrow in daylight. the rental lot was fully sketchy--like fuckin' house sitting on osage scarey. whatever.

the talk radio is freaking out about ward churchill here too! unreal!

i couldn't find any decent hiphop. the west coast apparently ain't representin' on wednesdays. i did find what i thought was a sweet jazz station--like good stuff, not that kenny g smooooth shit. later this evening, i moved the car closer to my room, and it was like fuckin' good goa trance or some shit, and then, then some fool tears into this sax solo that was rippin'. i was fully stokeed, but i have no idea wtf that was. apparently, i have a lot to learn about the jazz.

a spcc maniac

i'm off to la for three more site audits for the spcc plans. originally it was one, then two, and yesterday i got news of another. super action-packed. it's better this way, because i can split the airfare three ways, and not blow my budgets.

by the end of the week, i will have done audits at 6 sites. next week is writing week--i'll have to work next weekend too, because two weeks from now, i'm doing two sampling events.

i'm still nervous about my plane crashing.

phase issues

aside, i think that it served its intended purpose.

i'm just fucking around, figuring out the transitions, and this insanity that is vast. there's like 31 operators or some shit. the modulation matrix is the bomb.

very das bruderziehe.

murphy's law strikes again

i managed to score enough memory today at work for free to max out the new board. they were reformatting and junking lots of early-90s clunkers, and i happened to know what flavor of single-inline-memory i required. major score.

i wanted to do some tranferring to digital tonight, but alas, i lack the required patch cable(s). oh well, i might just do a mono mix to see what happens until i can procure appropriate cables.

my travel notes:

kremmling colorado sucks. the only thing there is the "railyard."
grand county road 1 sucks. totally frightening in a super-queer cavalier.
rifle didn't have much stuff. i wandered into some deep mud.
grand junction was out of control. a real railyard.

i slept great last night, and had more violent dreams and one in which i fucked a coworker senseless. very odd, indeed.

i drove back from GJ this morning in 4 hours in the snow, averaging 65 mph. totally weak. this car wasn't half as cool as the red one. this one sounded like it was going to explode at 60.

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totally wicked

railroad man rides again

i'm so not into this cold weather. hopefully, i won't be up to my ass in snow up in the kremmling. i had a lot of really hate-filled dreams last night--eviscerations and stuff. otherwise, i slept well.

linux man is dead. i required some software that wasn't ported to the linux.

from a train in north dakota

i got a call. the first call all weekend! action packed.

a productive weekend

so, yeah. i totally worked this whole weekend. since i have nothing better to do, i might as well do stuff at work.

i gots lots of shit done there.

last night, i fell asleep reading the manual and listening to a record. i've sort of familiarized myself with the navigation enough to make some sick noise. seriously, this is a bad motherfucker.

i had to tape some noises, but i really ought to get a compressor, because it's too dynamic. crunchy isn't always good. it sounds nice and evil.

today, i met my self-imposed prductivity goal at work. now, i have to be a maniac all week. i think that my plane lands at 11:56 on friday night, so it's full-bore until then.

sleepwalking

apparently i did some shit in my sleep last night. sort of trasheed the place, actually. today, after work, i will have to re-arrange everything.

and i'm still upset about my travel plans.

freaking out

i'm totally freaking out about flying on wednesday. i just watched a thing about flight 191 crashing in 1979.

20 Questions to a Better Personality

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Wackiness: 56/100 Rationality: 34/100 Constructiveness: 74/100 Leadership: 44/100 You are a WECF--Wacky Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a Candle burning at both ends. You work until you drop, and you play until you can stand to work again. You have so much enthusiasm that you can find it hard to control on your own, and you appreciate the guidance that channels your energy and lets you be your best. In a relationship, you require lots of attention and support. You often over-contribute and end up feeling depleted and cheated. You may benefit from more time alone than you grant yourself. Your driving force is the emotional support of others--especially affection. You can run on empty for miles if you have positive energy behind you. Without it--as it occasionally must run dry--you are depressive, listless, and difficult to motivate. You need a lot of affection. Get it any way you can, but never at the cost of your self-respect or well-being. Of the 90338 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 7.4 % are this type.

tom was right

that was lame. but i did it anyway, didn't i?

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Rock ON Smart Ass!

it sure beats working on this fucking spcc plan on the weekend.

What the fuck is VAST, really?

there's a dead fly in my potatoes

that was certainly a weird sample, now that i think about it. why didn't those guys say, "you're losing it, jeremy,"?

close encounters is really the only decent spielberg movie.

tonight, i got i new toy. seems like a great deal, and highly upgradeable. certainly it's powerful as fuck. i need something that'll let me kill time, and it's not strictly FM. i just don't like that darth vader interface on the TX81Z. i need to check out the options for the toy.

got a new domain, too. more later on that.

jessica called me. i was starving and sleepy after the after work ordeal that the lesbian cop put me through.

today, we had a meeting about the increase in health plan premiums (ain't GWB supposed to be fixin' that?). i scheduled my visits of the missile factory and the tank factory (yeah--real army tanks) for next week. 11 and 10am, respectively.

i'm a bit torn up that i'm helping out missile makers, but at least i'll fix their oil spill issues. at least i didn't require a background check for this one. lockeed martin and GE and general dynamics usually do. i'm dealing with a cute little one, as far as defense contractors go.

i talked to someone really cool tonight, who said that he would try to hook me up with a bass gig if he heard anything. i really want this reconstituted project to move forward, though. at least it was interesting. we'll get along just fine now that we aren't even in the same state, and rod crandle isn't having his parties, and someone isn't asking me if she looks fat in her panties.

that was super-weird. maybe not. it was pretty awkward for me, given where i was at that point.

nitwit is a satanic little fucker. she wants something...i don't speak cat, though.

i got a really cheesy free camera today at work. i'm going to abuse it this weekend to see what happens when i unplug it, or fill it.

THIS IS YOUR WARNING--DICK PHOTOS MAY FOLLOW.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

more ward churchill nonsense

apparently, caplis and silverman and the governor think that this dude is dangerous to me.

i chatted with erich about the shit today, briefly (he had to strain some spaghetti). erich is on my side with this one. our conclusion is that if you're a tenured professor in ethnic studies, your job is to inflame white guys. erich doesn't think that a tenured math prof could get away with the same shit.

my examples of this would be wearing the "beaver liquors" t-shirt, or the "dirty rotten imbeciles" t-shirt.

erich and i are as dangerous as the dude. we're simply maniacs.

i'll never forget erich getting sent home from 3rd grade for the d.r.i. shirt. of course, he did bomb the elementary school in first grade.

classic.

my offenses were equally lame: i was suspended for calling a kid a wanker in 4th grade, and sent to the I&G Center before i skipped town for assaulting a teacher. the behavior problems for me continued to colorado, where i basically took a year and a half off of high school to use psychedelics. i basically shot my sophomore and first half of my junior year by being high. i did manage to make it to golf, astronomy, and geology the first semester of 10th grade. that resulted in two a's and one b (golf). not a big fan of the school, ever. i never got arrested, and erich has several times.

he's about due for another arrest.

"'Some People Push Back' On the Justice of Roosting Chickens"

this is causing all sorts of trouble on the talk radio.

if you fuck with people long enough, they'll fuck you right back.

version control

it seems, that a protocol ought to be available for version control to ftp'ed files.

more food for thought. anyone with input, feel free to comment.

today

pretty much rockeed. i arose at a quarter to five, got dressed, and set out for the grand junction at 5:03. i didn't hit the magical 90 mph until the sun came up--it's simply too dangerous to drive much faster than 85 at night in a strange car.

it does seem, though that 90-95 is the sweet spot for the 2004 ford taurus se. it's really smooth right there, like the 2004 cavalier. i start being too relaxed and at 110, start freaking out with those steering wheel spasms that TGV knows all about.

so i drove for about 9 1/2 hours today. i did stop at beaver liquors to buy a t-shirt, though. i got one for erich, too, since he's the bizarre shirt master. mine says, "beaver liquors, avon, colorado, our customers come first."

i fucked up the calbration by farting in the car. so, i had to do it again. so, i did about 40 minutes of calibration, followed by 5 minutes of sampling. why do i always do these air sampling events???

i'm rocking a SP bootleg from 1988 that simply fucking rocks tonight.

and to think that at the time, i didn't get it. purchasing music because the name "sounds heavy" was indeed a weird policy. but, in south texas, you've got to go with your gut. i discovered SD this way also. and, i think that prison bound is the only good social distortion record, oh well.

tonight's dinner is:

• a nice salad (no cheese--that's been cut out for a couple of weeks, and i feel better); and
• two bottles of wine.

i'm still turning over in my mind whether to open bottle number two, though. i've got a sweet buzz now....

i'm totally stokeed about the resurrection of the MM. it would be good to get all the original members on board, though. maybe rod crandal could come onboard to satisfy the freaked out hippy kid need which we have. i uncovered a roll of exposed film with MM era photos on it. we all look like 5 years younger.

hee hee.

now...to work on a domain. i require a cool name. like jessica says (summarized here), "it's like having sex with a hooker for your first time." memorable and easy. i would add, "cheap" as well as "short."

this is another in animo volvo item.

fucking geek motherfucker. i hate that.