or, a stream of consciousness account of an insomniac’s (that would be me) typical evening…
0.84 miles is entirely too far for me to drive to taco bell. i wish it were closer so i could walk and get some exercise before compulsively overeating. man, i am such a fat kid these days… but i am starving to death and will have to make the journey at some point, and they close in 2 hours. i probably should get going soon.
i’ve always been amazed at the people that are disgusted by taco bell’s food. seriously, i’ve always really enjoyed it… it’s not like it’s any less healthy or consistently any less clean than any other fast food, so why the hate for taco bell?
i’m looking forward to listening to imogen heap in the car. hopefully it’s not too cold.
how is my dad so obsessed with ren and stimpy? he’s been talking about that show for weeks, which is odd considering it’s the first time he’s really mentioned it since i’ve been old enough to be allowed to watch the show.
El Kabong: my 2 favs are Stimpy goes through puberty and the other where they join the army
off to newzbin we go. i seem to remember a ren and stimpy cartoon where ren had insomnia… unfortunately all the ren and stimpy at newzbin is dvds, and hopefully i won’t be up long enough to wait for one of those to download so i’ll just skip it.
you know, the last time i was home i sat and watched evil dead 2 with my parents. that was pretty interesting since it’s one of my favorite movies and draws heavily from the 3 stooges, who my dad loves. the 3 stooges do rock pretty hard. i don’t think he liked evil dead though.
stupid god forsaken stomach! i guess i’ll get dressed and drive to taco bell. $2 says i come back with a steak nacho cheese chalupa (no tomatoes), a steak quesadilla and some of those new steak taquitos. you’re on.
what do you say,
that you only meant well?
well of course you did
what do you say,
that it’s all for the best?
of course it is
what do you say?
that it’s just what we need
you decided this
what do you say?
what did she say?
i love fourthmeal. WHERE IS THE SAUCE ON MY QUESADILLA!? dang it, that’s the best part, don’t skimp on it!
i’m not even close to tired. i have to get up for work in exactly 5 hours, which sucks immensely. it could be worse i suppose… i could be getting up for school. or i could be getting up to be executed. either one of those would suck much worse i think. at least this way i get to make a little money.
i’m pretty sure the get up kids are my favorite band. i love the new amsterdams too, but they can be a little bleak at times. the get up kids’ music just makes me feel good, which is strange. it’s strange that recordings and pictures can evoke such strong emotions in most of us, both positive and negative. i’m glad matthew pryor is out there doing his thing to counteract idiots like the zach guy from rage against the machine. have a glass of chocolate milk and smile once in a while, sour puss.
where did sierra mist come from? one day i was happily going along with my life, enjoying my sprite. then, out of the clear blue sky, none of the restaurants around here have sprite… they all have this sierra mist stuff. and it’s great. thanks for that one, God.
if you’re ever trying to install windows (as paul is right now), do remember to keep your driver disc for your SATA controller handy, or you’ll run into trouble because windows won’t be able to see the drive. that presents a problem considering you’d like to install windows to the drive, which it does not currently see.
The Paul: I’m the bomb.com: on a note… for a mass cleansing of a computer, would taking off both sides and using a the compressor from a gas station be a plausible idea?
upon further consideration, perhaps his problems are more far reaching than i had previously thought.
another strange thing about music is the way that it can trigger certain memories in a very big way. the new amsterdams’ never you mind, the get up kids’ something to write home about and reggie and the full effect’s promotional copy evoke very strong winter memories for me. i can remember having a snow day, and braving the storm to go spend the day at erin wexstten’s house and listening to never you mind for most of the day. i can remember listening to promotional copy at the new year’s eve party i attended that year. i can remember working at inky dew by myself on a saturday, listening to something to write home about. i sat for hours and watched out the window as it snowed and snowed and snowed so badly that i had only a brave few customers the whole day.
none of these things happened a terribly long time ago, 5 or 6 years at the most, yet i suddenly feel quite old and distant from them. only last week, my friend’s 15 year old daughter was amazed that i (being a quite elderly 23 years old) would have a myspace account. i am, apparently, much too old for such things, at least in her mind (i hope you don’t mind me re-using this, rachel). so, 23 years old… and here i sit with my laptop resting on my buddha belly and scratching the top of my balding head thinking fondly of a better time… long before global warming came and ate our winters like a big bowl of snow ice cream.
dagger576: some music makes me think of the video games i was playing as i listened to it
i hadn’t thought of that, but nothingface’s an audio guide to everyday atrocity does evoke the memory of playing the catacomb abyss on that old 386 dale reese gave me. dos games rock.
my eyes feel like they’re going to bleed.
this season of 24 is pissing me off. i don’t know what it is… just seems like the middle ones (3, 4 and 5 maybe) were so much better. i still haven’t watched last week’s episode. it wasn’t too long ago i would be up at this hour simply because i was so engrossed in 24 that i couldn’t turn it off. now, i’ve had last week’s episode sitting on my hard drive for a week and just can’t get excited about watching it. maybe those chinese losers beat all the BA out of jack, i don’t know. rush says to just wait, cause it gets better… but i don’t know man. it’s honestly boring me to death. i’m ready to see some terrorists meet the wrath of jack bauer.
myspace is such a huge hunk of crap. seriously, what a flaming poo of a web site. i curse it.
well, it’s now 1:50am. i’m feeling somewhat tired so i think i’m going to try to actually go to sleep.
still can’t sleep. why is it that the most “enlightened, progressive and culturally aware” people tend to be the biggest racists, bigots and irrational, emotional, unreasonable and least tolerant loudmouths in a given area? news flash: the toothless redneck, backwoods hillbilly and various iterations of billy bob and bubba, yeah… those are offensive racial stereotypes. we get the point, you’re an elitist, hypocritical jerk face and you think that since obviously the entire southeastern united states is running around barefoot banging their sisters, eating roadkill and spouting their ridiculous fundamentalist values, none of the rest of the country (or world) will mind your belittling an entire geographical region and culture. well, guess what: we do mind. we do not act out deliverance on a daily basis, like i’m sure you think we do.
i’m a network administrator. i am a linux enthusiast. i enjoy writing xhtml and css. i went to school for audio engineering. i scored a 29 on my act as a junior in high school. if, after reading that, the fact that i am a christian who enjoys drag racing and firearms instantly invokes caricatures of buck toothed, uneducated imbeciles in overalls with straw hanging out of their mouths… congratulations! you’re a bigot, a prejudiced scum bag and probably a racist too. your offensive and inaccurate portrayal of the people southeastern united states and their culture needs to stop.
regardless of the fact that i am now mad enough to spit, i’m going to try to sleep again.