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21:58 Pasha So, I realized something today
21:58 Ardaniel Uh-oh.
21:59 Ardaniel What did you realize, Pasha?
21:59 Pasha I'm glad I'm not 16 anymore.
22:01 Pasha I realized this, while idling at a stop light, and having a truck full of 16 year old girls hooting and hollering at me. I realized that I was just shaking my head in amusement, where, when I was 16, I would have been getting ready to pull away from the stop light with the front tire in the air. I mean, mind you, that was not quite 5 years ago, but still, I'm glad I've got a *little* more self restraint.
22:02 Donnerjack Whatever, dude. You just realized that you couldn't score with them anymore. ;-)
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not much happened today..I finished up with my project way ass late last night, crawled home..almost died...twice..woke up at 8, called my boss, said I finished debugging the thing, and that I was going back to sleep. that I would be in when I was in. Went back to sleep, woke up 'round noon, hauled ass into work. Got there, did some shit..and wandered home 'round six...then, I went out to dinner with this young lady who I almost ran over on my way home...it was nice, actually..(to answer the one question I know will be asked - No, I didn't have torrents of mad sex with her. Would I be typing this if I did? At least, would I be typing now?) but, I *did* get her phone number..and we made a tenative date for monday night, which rocks.

Fucking christ today sucked. Mostly becase, well..today started at about 0530 yesterday. What the fuck is that all about?

So, after a long, trying, and then fun night..my alarm goes off..while I'm still awake...so, I dash into the shower, hop on the bike, and away I go to work..only to find that there was a *big* problem. Not little bugs like this feature that nobody will ever use doesn't work very well, but a bug like, 'when you run this program, it scrambles all of your data. Including the passphrase. Which means that you Can't unscramble it. And I don't just mean the bit you were trying to encrypt. I mean *everything*. Which means that your computer doesn't work anymore. At all. You have to wipe the hard disk, and reinstall. Which we had to do, until we isolated the bug, and were sure it was gone. This is for a project that was supposed to be in the *polishing* stage. You know, little things like the buttons making the wrong sound when you click on 'em, stuff like that...

But no. So, here I am, quarter after 9..haven't slept in fucking ever...eating chinese food while waiting for the latest build to finish installing so I can starti running through the bug tests...again...they don't pay me enough for this shit...


Ok. Yeah, they do.


I want *sleeep* I'm running on about a quart of espresso right now. I actually sent our intern out with 20 bucks, and said: "Bring me the head of barry manilow." then, when she looked at me funny, I said: "Never mind. Just go down to the roasting company, and bring me as many espresso beans as you can for that.'

Ok. So, since one of the readers of this thing wants me to update it, and to put in thoughts..here we go. Brain dump:

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sex...
...final fantay x,,,hmm..I wonder how lulu is in the sack...
..sight, I hate living here. it's not just the fact that I have to live with my father..who I dont' get along with very well, it's that I hate the loss of independance that comes with it. It's like, I worked so hard, for so long to be an independant individual, I lived on my own for the past 5 years, almost..but I didn't quite make it. out.

I miss my firends from Vegas. Hell, I miss my enimes from Vegas. Right now, the only friends that I've got are either a) online, or b) Ansel. And even ansel I'm not sure about. I mena, I've known the guy forever, but I just can't get over the fact that the fucker stabbed me in the back like he did. It's like every time I see him..I just want to tear his balls off, and shove them up his ass...but at the same time, I realize that he's been the truest friend that I've ever had. He's helped me through some really hard times in my life, and he's always been there when I needed a shoulder to cry on..metaphoriclly anyhow. I still havn't quite managed to cry. I've tried. Couple of times. And I've gotten kinda close..but I still haven't quite managed it yet...

I'm also having this raging hormonal problems. It's been something like a couple months since I've even made out with a girl, let alone gotten any play..which is really annoying.. [edit: 2 months, 1 week, 2 days. Don't ask me why she remembers this, but she does.]

Went to church for the first time in a little over a decade recently. Spent two hours on confession. I confessed shit that I'd forgotten I'd done. The problem was, was that I wasn't really repentant about alot of it. I mean, there was some that I was..(violating the sanctity of a church, etc,etc.) but I still didn't feel bad...and so I sat down and figured out, from what I confessed..that I'll be spending about 3200 years in Purgatory. Wee me..)

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Travis

Well..I missed sunday, somehow. Oh, wait..that's right..
Sunday night, I went out with my friend ansel to this new club in town. I was gonna post a write up about it..but I got stuck talking to this girl I know..and forgot to update it. Then yesterday..whoo.

I get home..there's no internet. Why is there no internet? No idea.
But, there was no internet from about 9pm on monday evening 'til about 2 hours ago. So, after catching up on e-mail. other peoples blogs, webcomics, reconfiguring a web-lan, helping the people downstairs buy a computer, etc,etc, etc..I've finally got not only time, but somewhat motivation to update this fucking thing. I'll try to post a writeup of the club later on..but right now, I'm fucking exausted..night.

Ok..just getting up on saturday. I think that I'm gonna spend the day putzing around. I'll see about beating SotN, full deal, with as little exploration as possible. Later.

Ok. So I promised myself that if I ever got one of these things, I'd post in it everyday. Well, here's todays post: Not much happened.

Ok. So I took this girl to go see LotR II, 'cause she wanted to see it, right? But, we get to the theater, and she changes her mind..because there's 'Witchcraft' in it. Which 'goes against God.' As you can see, this date is getting off to a *wonderful* start..so, we decide to see 'About Schmidt.' Funny as fuck. Except for the fact that this girl keeps crossing herself everytime someone blashphemes..please. So, we're at dinner afterwards, and we're talking. I'm staying away from religion for obvious reasons..(I mean, even if I go to my nominal religon, she's going to hell...but whatever.) anyways, she askes me if I've found Jesus yet. Now, I just have to be me..(read: Smartass) so, I say, "No, wanna come over and see if we can find him under the bed?"

Now, this was a joke. I didn't mean it...(well, ok..sorta..it's been a couple months..sorry..) so, I pay for dinner..drive her home, go home.

There's a message on my answering machine. It's the cow-orker asking what I did to her daughter (who she asked me to go out with, 'cause she's lonely, doesn't know anyone, etc, etc.)

*sigh* I miss Vegas. I had friends there..even if some of them were assholes. But, at least they were *interesting* assholes..

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Figures. Great..so I'm going to hell..wee..

So, later on this evening, I have a date with a cow-orkers daugther. This cow-orker is probably the most *pathetic* creature I've ever met..(with the possible exception of James..) I mean, she's nice and all, and she at least works a little bit..(No, I'm not bitter..) but comeon. I still don't know why she's trusting me not to do evil, wicked, satanic things to this poor young woman..(Not that I had them planned, but I think that's what she thinks I do..at least, I hope so..if not, I'm slipping up in my old age..(pssh..)

So, I woke up at about four am this morning, running to the bathroom (Yes, I woke up running. I'ts a neat skill.) on the way there, I bashed my head into the door, 'cause I couldn't open it..

Once in the bathroom, I kneel over the crapper, and throw up this nice, coppery tasting, red liquidy thing. Freaks me the *fuck* out..I mean, here I am, pucking up blood..after a couple minutes of this, and having brushed my teeth, debating whether or not to tell my father about it, I realize: Hey, we had beets for dinner last night.

Evidently, the beets didn't agree with my stomach..(and still don't..I've been queasy and had gas all day..hope it doesn't keep up..)

Ugg.

Alright..so, after much puttering about, I figured out what was wrong, and why it wouldn't work: Galeon (My browser of choice) can't do VB. At all. So, a quick apt-get install later, and I'm using phenoix, a moz based browser. It's purdy..and it's fast..and it's mozbased, so it's eating up scads of memory..but it's ok, 'cause I've got half a gig..Anyhow, if you're trying to read this..it's up. I think. I'm gonna check if from work when I get there tomorrow. Well, bedtime.

Ok..so, if you're reading this, I've given you my blogger address. You'll read this, and laugh, and shit..or whatever..

Tap..tap..tap..anyone listening? I didnt think so..but, then again, I'm the only one who knows where this thing is right now..