In the grand tradition of sucking, I’m going to have to start going to work two hours earlier every day next week. I really don’t like my job, y’know.

Now, I really want to start writing stuff to prevent this site from being another mopey guy’s personal journal, but I guess I’m not going to do that today.

And as for my new computer, I still haven’t done anything more to try to get it together. I guess I should do that tomorrow or on the weekend, since I won’t have as much time next week and beyond…

Actually, I just killed a radio. And I didn’t quite kill it. Anyway, I had this little hand-held radio at work. Y’know, like a walkie talkie thing. Well, I dropped it into the machinery while it was running. The battery fell out on impact, so it was fine, but the rest of it got crushed under some wheels. And the rest of it still functions, though the liquid crystal display is all screwed up. All in all, I’d say I enjoyed crushing some company property. And that is that.

Also, I am going to make as many “Video Killed The Radio Star” references as I can for the duration of this month.

If there were simply no way to avoid being taped to a train and brought to Wisconsin, would you do it? Yes. You would. You’d have no choice.

Haiku!

Rambo Philanto.
That’s the name of my lawyer.
Well… I wish it was.

Alright, since I’ve started working only night shifts, I’ve felt far more rested and stuff. I’ve been generally feeling better (though I still despise having to go to work). Thus, starting next week, I’m going to do things for the site, dammit. Be there, or be so square you’re a rectangle!

I don’t listen much to the radio. Granted it is a fine way to tune out the real world, but I’m getting better at doing that all on my own. But even so I’ve noticed that at least two local radio stations are stating to use “dot” instead of “point” in their names. Like Eighty-three-dot-seven or whathaveyou. Internet killed the radio point, it seemed.

And even before that I had seen phone numbers started to use dots instead of dashes. That’s far more of a stretch.

I have to be against this. If I don’t fight such changes, what’s to keep them from replacing decimals in other circumstances? What’ll I do when they hold the Senator’s family hostage for Three-dot-five million dollars? I don’t have a clue! And what if they decide to replace the dashes in Morse Code with dots as well? Think of the confusion that’ll cause. I won’t even get started on Dot and the Kangaroo.

I do, however, support replacing the word “O’Clock” with “dot-clock”. I think doing this will solve so many problems you’d crap if you knew them all.

Anyway, I’m done.

So, I guess some of the apartments in my building have bed bugs. Marq and I don’t have bed bugs, but some others do. And because of that some guys are coming tomorrow to spray stuff around and we have to take all of our stuff off of our shelves and put all our clothes in bags or something. It all sounds pretty retareded. I’m going to blame Marq.

Okay, now that I have a cd with the Windows crap I need to install onto my new computer, I can confirm that it just isn’t reading what’s in my CD Rom at all. I’m pretty sure I need a different IDE cable, whatever the heck that is. Seriously, I’ve had a new computer for like a month and ain’t got it working yet. Technology is an idiot.

Lately I’ve been getting my rides to and from work in a coworker’s car which is a Chevy nearly as old as myself. The gas gauge is stuck at halfway. Thanks to that quirk, we ended up on the side of the highway at 4:30 in the morning today, with the tank depleted. So as the owner ran off to the nearest gas station another coworker and I got to stand by the car, in which we could not find working four-way lights, and try to encourage the many fast-moving large trucks not to hit it until the sun rose enough that we could be seen. We decided that since I (as always) was wearing a big black trenchcoat, and he is foreign, that some passing car was sure to call the cops on us. Sadly, that didn’t happen, but eventually the gas arrived and we were on our way off again.

Now I might have thought that anything that kept me from getting home after work would be a bad thing, but I enjoyed that. It felt like old times, when I did stuff and stuff happened. I really wish I still had a life.

Anyway, I’m going to sleep. To any stupid young idiot kids who may accidentally turn up on this site because they were surfing the Internet for the phrase “Bird Flu is Awesome” (which I just used) my advice is this: Don’t get jobs, get lives.

I rented the Godfather II the other day and it wasn’t until later that I was made aware that it is over three hours long. Today I watched it, and I did enjoy it, but still that really ate a big portion of my free time. Shame on this planet’s population for deciding that hours of ones lives were able to be sold and then deciding that that was the best way to exist.

Haiku!

This is the first line.
Now we’re on to the second.
Number three is last.

Do they make high-heel cement shoes?

Just for the record, I’ve got a Rocksteady figure now. Take that, poor African children who suffer a complete lack of Rocksteady!

But even though I do like Rocksteady, I still don’t fathom how anyone can like him better than Bebop. It just makes no sense to me at all…

Anyway, starting with tonight, I’ll only be working night shifts now. No more of this switching around twice a week that I’ve had since last year. I’m hoping this will improve my ability to do stuff.

I went to the Arcade in Mic Mac Mall the other day and it turns out they no longer have their Asteroids machine. Last time I saw it I was still the number one in the hi-scores, so I’ll just assume that I still was when they got rid of it.

Also, I played at the claw machine and I hooked a little stuffed E.T., but when the hook dropped it, it missed the hole. I had to break a ten dollar bill into quarters to try again, then I got it. Hooray.