Whatever Is In My Hand...

Lots of time on a Saturday spent under snow. I was supposed to work today but they sent us home early yesterday and cancelled work today. Gotta love that Kansas weather. Trees are blooming and insects are starting to pester us, but just at the end of March winter has it's revenge. One last swipe with it's dying breath. So what to do with an extra day? Play dress up and snap some photos of course!

It was more fun than I would have imagined, framing up shots and trying to think up poses that might look cool. But don't believe the hype. I'm nowhere near as cool as I hope I might appear in these pictures. But either way, like I said on my art page" Whatever is in my hand, works". I used the 2.0 megapixel camera I bought from Nate for five bucks and then did the touch-ups in Photoshop elements 2.0 (the same one that came with my computer). Weak programs and outdated equipment can't stop me when I'm on a roll.
You can view the rest of the pics here.

Fuuuuuck!!!!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK, UNIVERSE? I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD IT A YEAR!WHAT THE FUCK?WHY THIS WEEK?WHY NOW,GODDAMNIT?ARRRRRGGGGHHHH! damn it all...

Boo-urns

I thought I would celebrate Fat Tuesday with some junk food and after receiving my food in the drive-thru I tried to roll up my window. I noticed the sound of the window motor reving but for some reason it never emerged from the door. Then came the klank... At this moment my window is still down. I called a couple of auto repair shops but unforunately it was too late in the day and the earliest anyone could get to it is in the morning. Fucked.

The Golden Years

I love how scared those kids are. It's like the photographers brought the kids in and let them believe they were actually going to play the game. If you remember the sheer glee that emanated from teenage boys when combat was spelled with a "K", you'll probably get an idea of how excited they must have been. And then this happened. I can't believe this is a staged photo. I bet they really believed Raiden and Kano jumped out of that cabinet and that their days were over. Fatality! But really they just wanted to tell them that in the future, they will be so ashamed that they allowed themselves to be photographed in those shorts. Damn, talk about a blast from the past. I can't hate though...
Oh! You are so busted! Damn...

Update

She asked me who it was supposed to be... I hate art.

Six Months Till We Get Married!

Youtube Ninjas

I saw this post in my drafts and forgot I even ranted to myself about it. Here it is in all it's random, pointless glory.

I tried to post this on Youtube after watching a video by a guy dressed up as a ninja. It was more interesting though to read the comments. I love all the kids replying to this video. "You're not a ninja because I am"? Come on. Just because you played some ninja games and saw some movies, doesn't make you a ninja. Ninja were government spies and if you really were a ninja, you wouldn't tell people. Or waste your time on Youtube. It's just a dumb video with some Aussie bloke having a laugh. Laugh at it or move on. Everyone's a fucking unqualified, ignorant critic. Especially grade school kids on Youtube. Go back to singing over crappy techno songs in front of your web cam. Boo!

My Neighbors Are Assholes...

Since I've been spotty on this whole posting thing, many (hah!) that read this may not know about the noise problem Sarah and I have been having with our neighbors. We have been in this apartment since March and ever since, it has been a battle to not have to hear their music. Even at the time of writing this, All I can hear is it beating throughout every room in the apartment. I even took the laundry downstairs and in the cement room with the air conditioner running, I can hear it. I have called his number to let him know once again it's too loud and have left a message with the office, even though they won't do anything. It all came to a head about two months ago, when after much pestering of the office an eviction notice was sent. Now get this; because our neighbors thought it was unfair that they were being evicted, despite the fact that the office had sent them several notices to shut the fuck up and Sarah and I letting them know on several occasions they were disturbing us, they went and complained that it was unfair. That it was unfair? So the office manager, after having come to our apartment, hearing the noise for herself and expressing her displeasure, told them that she would speak with corporate. And what happened? They responded that as long as they were not disturbing the peace, i.e. having the police called, they could not evict them. Never mind that fact that they are disturbing our peace and quality of living. We have had to leave the house before because we could not sit in our living room and watch TV. We even tried to knock on their door to let them know and of course, no one answered. And after all that, I believe that since they know they cannot be evicted, they do not feel the need to even try and be quiet. The fucked up part in all of this is that because they have two young children and we have some sense of decency, we feel as though we need to watch our noise level because we do not want to disturb our neighbors on either side. I fail to understand that after several confrontations and even an agreement between the male individual and I, they still do not feel the need to extend to us that same courtesy. And we have till March before our lease is up. So, I'm at the point of looking at taking legal action against the apartment complex. We have a neighbor that is being disruptive and they are failing to take any action against them.

Someone! Help Me!

It's got me. I posted a very long time ago that I was playing my old Playstation games. But then it happened... Sarah bought me an Xbox 360. Now my life is being rapidly sucked away! I can't tear myself away from it. I'm rocking Gears of War on insane mode and I don't care that I get blown up every few seconds. It's just that beautiful. You know that short on Robot Chicken with the TiVo? That's what's happening to me. Love you, Xbox...

Sucka MC's

New pictures up. Check the art page. And yo teeth.

And A New Quest Begins...

I finished Thousand Arms a bit ago and now have started on Legend Of Legaia. I have a list of games on the Playstation that I'm trying to catch up on. I figured I shouldn't purchase more games until I've beat the ones collecting dust on my shelves. After those, I figured I'd go through the rest of my games and try and get as close to complete as possible. A long and fruitless road ahead. But I like games. Nuff said.

America Bleeds America Dry

Observation. The prices of everything goes up. The jobs no longer exist. The masses are no longer educated and only concern themselves with their hedonistic desires. What happens to such a culture? History tends to dictate the future, or so it seems. I, myself, drive a car that consumes premium gas, despite the fact that it rose to $3.89 today. I work for a company where 2/3 of the customer service has been outsourced. I dropped out of college but I sure am going to play Thousand Arms tonight. Man, I love that game... What's wrong with us?

Neglectful again...

I always forget to update this thing. I still don't know if anyone reads it other than Sarah. But either way, here it goes. I'm tired of doing recaps so I'm just going to try and post my day to day events on a regular basis. I called in sick yesterday to work. I took a nice long nap and eventually felt a little better. I wondered around the house most the day and eventually picked up the camera. I loved the light yesterday because of the thunderstorms passing through and managed to click off a few.

Now if only I can keep this update thing going. Maybe I'll get a chance to post more like this one:

I think it'll look cool once I clean it up.

I'd also like to give a shot out to Sarah, who is 111 days smoke free! Keep up the good work champ.

The Cat Without Chicken

We were eating some KFC and Murdock wanted some. I told her to beat it and she pouted the rest of the night. She looked so pitiful and rejected because she couldn't have any. So I laughed at her and took this picture which does not do the situation justice. Hence forth "Mud-duck" shall forever be know as

"The Cat Without Chicken"!!!

Can I get some revervb on that so it sounds really gigantic? No, we can't afford reverb? Well what kind of outfit are you running here? That's it, I can't work like this. No I don't care, you'll just have to get someone else. I'm done with the abuse and the shoddy production. (door closes)

A Smokeless Fortnight

Today marks the 14th day of Sarah being smoke-free. Everyone give her a hand. If she wanted to, she could even kick heroine, seeing as nicotine is supposedly more addictive. Lets just hope it never comes to that.

Facebook is starting to piss me off.

All the seemingly fun applications require you to add 20 friends and every little quiz that pops up lets you progress halfway through it before asking you for a bunch of personal information and an email address. I just wanted a dumb little distraction and here I am giving away my privacy so they can clog my inbox with more spam. Fucking nazis. Besides, I only have 19 friends. Douches.

While I was away

This is going to be a long one so you might want to get some snacks. Thousands of years ago, there was a boy who typed a post with crinkled hands; many were killed and there was much defecating. Okay, so I'm a little behind with my posting. I figured I'd start with our departure from our last apartment. The original game plan was for Sarah and I to find an apartment in Emporia so she could attend the Psychology master's program there. In an effort to save some cash-olla, her mother suggested we move home for the few summer months until we were prepared to move. In June, Sarah was given an opportunity to travel to Liverpool for three weeks and study. Obviously it wasn't all work as here she is with friends Elisa ad Holly aboard the Magical Mystery Tour Bus. That movie is F'ed up, by the way. While she was away I discovered a little game named Guitar Hero. And now I'm a rocker, hard core. Can you imagine me in Sarah's mother's basement with my little plastic guitar rocking out to John The Fisherman? Yeah... Pretty sad. And I don't care; that game is fun. Well, she returned and life went on as usual. I had a bit of an itch to return to school and enrolled in the carpentry program at the Wichita Area Technical College. Sarah began commuting to Emporia three times a week. Happy to be doing something with my hands, I set out to learn a trade. During this semester I learned to frame a house.
I also learned the sweet pain of hammering my fingers, working in the blistering heat and being brained by a piece of scaffolding. The hardest part though had to be the hours. Up at 6:30am and at school and work till 8:00pm five days a week with ten hour Saturdays at work for the first eight weeks. Ungodly, but I fought my way through. The suck part about it though is that I had to fight with my job in order to be able to cut my hours so drastically so I could attend the classes. But of course, the school decides to change the schedule and now I am unable to return to the program because even if my job would allow me to cut my hours even more, I would lose my benefits. And what good would it do to take a construction course without any heath insurance? Imagine if I really got hurt. So the school itself kind of screwed me out of returning. I really wanted to attend this portion because we would have been focusing on interiors and that is what I really wanted to learn. I could return in the fall maybe but we would begin on a new house and then I would just learn the same thing over. Pointless. But that was the school front for me. Sarah made hour long runs to and from Emporia to attend her classes three times a week. She also took on a temporary secretarial position with her Trio program directors. But they fired her because of her sass-back. Not really.

There were also many huge changes, such as both my sisters moving to California and two of my friends getting married.

Kelly and Megan tied the knot and we all gasped at the idea that there was a girl that finally did not run from Kelly. She seems to understand his dumbass, which is really awesome. We wish them all the best. Except Mark, who went a little crazy from all the sugar intake at the reception. He's got the crazy eyes. Good times.

Todd got married too but under the radar. We still have yet to meet her. I also have yet to kick his ass at some Virtua Fighter too. What foo!

Christmas just kind of came and went. My mother and Christina left half way though the day to stake out some prime real estate for the the big move. I received some boss gifts and even snagged some fun pictures:

I caught this picture of Murdock in her titanic battle with a box that seem determined to devour her. Fight Murdock, Fight! To The death! To The Bloody End!

Sarah's father has an ongoing war with his daughters to see who can give the worst gift. I'm not sure but I think I may have been drafted. This picture just screams Rex-Kwon-Do.

I love the face I'm making in this picture. It's so bad. You can just see the wisdom of a man in it.

We just returned from California on Sunday. We moved Emily and Christina there this last week. Emily will work at a flagship Borders store and Christina will attend a Masters program at a college that I don't remember it's name. But it's what she's been looking forward to for some time now, and I'm glad she's pursuing it headfirst. Kinda sucks to be without both siblings though.

Just one was bad enough but now both. But I'm happy for them all the same. We drove up to Chicago to load Emily's shit up and turned around and came back the next day. Ten hour drive both ways, ugh. But I got to see Southside Chicago, which doesn't appear too often in movies and TV shows. Wow. But even still, it was pretty cool. We arrived pretty early so we finished up packing, visited Mike and Ryan and crashed for the night. I finally met her boyfriend Charles, who was pretty cool. The next morning we loaded up and moved on out.

Gross weather all the way home. Parts of Iowa had fog so thick you could barely see in front of you. It was like driving though Silent Hill, the fog was so thick. Creepy. We got home Monday night, rested and loaded Christina's stuff on Tuesday and left first thing Wednesday.

Ahh, road trips. Big, yellow moving trucks, fast food, and scary hotel rooms. Always up for a good road trip. The trip home was the best part though. We had to make three connecting flights in one day. We had to fly to Los Angeles from San Francisco first. Having only flown before 9/11 I had no idea about the security procedures. Our flight from San Francisco to LA was delayed 45 minutes. We only had an hour layover, so Sarah and I were a little concerned but stayed cool. That is until we landed at LAX. The Terminal they dropped us at was on the opposite side of where we needed to be. We wondered for a while looking for a way to get to it as precious seconds passed by. We finally asked for directions and were told we need to catch a shuttle, which we did. But once again, time was stolen as we had to pass through security a second time. We had to literally run to the gate and when we arrived and boarded, we found we were the last ones to make it. We couldn't sit together and I ended up between two "earthly" smelling men who slept the whole fight. But at least they didn't talk across me. I hate that. We landed in Phoenix on time and had plenty of time to grab a small pizza and some drinks and board our last flight to Wichita. Upon arriving though, we found out the hard way once again that nothing can ever be so simple.

We waited at the baggage claim, watching the same suitcases go around and around, without ever seeing our own. We checked with the front desk and were told they never made it from Phoenix. We had to go to Wal-Mart at 12am to get new toothbrushes and deodorant for the following work day.

And here we are now, with the biggest news. I finally did the right thing and asked Sarah to marry me. After five years. Oh, yeah, and she said yes... who wouldn't want to spend the rest of their lives with this guy...

Rock

Random post #271

When playing the first Max Payne, when you get into the elevator with the bad music, shoot the speaker. Max will thank you for it.

Tis the season, already

Is it wrong that whenever I see Christmas crap before the end of October, I feel the need to set it on fire?

It's My Cat In A Box

Not gonna get you a diamond ring; that type of gift don't mean anything. Here's a picture before we moved. I had posted a picture previously of Stinkbutt McJones sleeping in the rubble of his former box. After he had dismantled it, we found him another while buying booze at our local retailer. He liked this one even more. I only have one thing to say about sleeping in a box. "Get a job, Grouch."

There Goes The Neighborhood

Back on the scene, crispy and clean. That's from Blacksheep. The rap group. A long time ago. We have internet access again. At home, which means I won't get busted by the man again at work. Lots of crap has happened but I'm too lazy to write it now. Besides, I have to get back to the sweet embrace of the crypt; But I'll be back!

London Calling

We are about a week and a half into Sarah's trip to Liverpool. She is studying abroad and in the meantime I'm falling apart. I guess I could give a brief rundown of the events leading to Now Leaving Wichita, The Movie. We are moving to Emporia in August so Sarah can attend a Master's program. Since our lease was up in May, we have relocated to her mother's house. I kinda feel like the creepy 30 year old loser living in my mother's basement, but in my defense her mother offered and we just couldn't justify keeping our apartment for a $150 rent increase to go month by month for two months. But also in the quest to save money, we have also had to go without Internet. I'm typing this from my parents house and the dial up is a lit slower than I'm used to. So there is the reason for no updates. I'll try and keep up but it's still going to be slim pickings if you really have to know what's happening in my so called life. I've barricaded myself in our room until Sarah returns. I figure I have enough games to last me the duration. I recently beat God Of War which was awesome. It was like playing 300. The production was great. Well either way, there are still others to defeat and plenty of time to complete them until "turn that shit off!" is reintroduced. But in all fairness, I can't wait till she returns and look forward to it everyday, Yeah. (that's for you, Sarah)

Take That Dean Bitterman

So after years of exploding bra bombs and clipping the dean with her vehicle, Sarah graduated from Wichita State yesterday. It was a joyous occasion with very little streaking for a change. Now it's off to graduate school where she will ponder the greatest mysteries purposed to man. And while she does that, I will also seek higher education... At Krusty's Clown College. It's been my life long dream and I've always been a natural when it comes to pie throwing. But as stated before it was a joyous occasion and I'll have to post some pictures of it. But for now, here's a picture one of her friends took during the ceremony. Smile!

Oh, wait, that's not it. Here you go, my bad.

You're Going Up The River, Sawdust For Brains

So Paris Hilton is surprised she's going to jail. After getting stopped three times while driving on a suspended license. Three times. Let my black ass get stopped once for supposedly having a tail light out and I have to sit in my car for the better part of an hour as officers call for back up and run my license and plates. Never mind the fact that the light wasn't out. Her mom even had the nerve to complain that the system doesn't work. No shit. That's why it took three times for her to be in any real trouble. These rich assholes don't understand how many breaks they are given and still want to gripe about the lot that's cast. The bitch knew her license was suspended. She even signed a slip showing she acknowledged the suspension. But hell, what are you gonna do. Wynonna Ryder never even saw a jail cell after stealing $6,000.00 worth of merchandise. With her rich ass. Let me get caught with a candy bar I didn't pay for and I'll be sitting in a federal prison without access to a lawyer for supporting terrorism. I just better remember to plead the fif.

Update- That bitch was caught driving again, after she has already been sentenced to jail time for doing just that. I don't think the judge was off the mark when she said Paris had no regard for the law.

Every Video Game Should Have A Photo Mode

Like these pictures I took on Metal Gear Solid 2. That's my boy 'Ol Gimpy.

Tell 'em how it is Gimpy! Say it right!

I love it. I just wish every game had a mode like this. That's part of the reason I love GT4 so much. That and the... rest of game, I guess.

I'd Like To Thank My Studio Audience

I want to thank everybody who came to my B-day party. It was a lot of fun and it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Maybe that was the booze. But either way, it makes me happy to know that there are still people who can make the effort to at least pretend to like me. I'd also like to thank my friends at work who loaded me up with so much sugar I didn't sleep all weekend.

In Memory Of My Yellow Dog

I had a dream about my dog, Amei-Chan. We were playing in the front yard with my mom and everything was good. She rolled around and did that thing where she scratched her snout with her front paws. Then I remembered she was dead. I woke up after that. It made me really sad. But I was happy to have that dream about her. Almost like it was as close to her as I could get. I've never wanted to rub her stinky belly so much.

Oh well. It was a much better dream than the one I had the night before. For some reason I had to avenge my father's death by killing Boss Hogg from the Dukes Of Hazard. I couldn't get to him though. Bastard. You can run now, since I'm not asleep! And you just keep on running, you son of a bitch! I'll catch up to you some night!

Anatomy of a Hiatus

For the complete story about the kittens, go to myspace. Friends only... bitches.

Quote Of The Day

Christina: "They're playing Nigeria?"
Sarah: "That's Niagara."

On the Kansas Vs Niagara tournament game.

The suspect is hatless, repeat hatless.

We went to see Reno 911 Friday night and that shit was hilarious. Just wrong, in every way you can imagine. Everyone should see it now. I mean now. Get up, put on your shoes and git gone foo! Anyways, my parents asked me if I wanted to see 300 today but I had to decline. I would have been skinned alive for seeing two movies without Sarah. For which I must make a public apology. I never take her to the movies when she wants to go and as a result, about five of the films she wanted to see are now on DVD. My bad. But in my defense, she usually springs it on me right when i get home from work when I'm ready to crash. I'm not an entire asshole and I did take her to see Pan's Labyrinth, which was amazing but not what I was expecting at all. The preview made it look like a Jim Henson type film and while we are watching it people are getting shot left and right, buck buck. I had no idea it was a WWII era film. So in closing take yo self to Reno and Sandy and Tonya totally stood us up, booya!

Got Damn!

And I think that says it all...

The Incredible Bulk (of 2 hour long not smashing)

So i finally got around to seeing The Incredible Hulk, 3 years after it's release, and the only thing I can say is it put me to sleep. Literally. Why in all those two hours where there about 15 minutes of smashing? More proof that Hollywood doesn't know anything about the films it produces. I keep telling people they should let me make movies. My Hulk film would have been two hours of the Hulk smashing shit with about three and a half minutes of dialogue. Granted I about stood up on the couch when he was fighting the tanks, yelling "smash, smash" but as great as that short lived scene was, it wasn't enough. All we needed to see was him get pissed off and fight a legion of the Leader's robot army. Who gives a shit about his dad and his love life. More of Hollywood deciding for us what we want to see. I didn't want to see Mary Jane live at the end of Spiderman; I wanted to see Gwen Stacy die (as terrible as that sounds). I didn't want to see random made for movie characters jumping off walls and kicking zombie dogs such as in what was supposed to be Resident Evil. And I definitely did not want to see an Xmen movie with a weepy prepubescent Rouge who did not have super-strength or could fly. Who writes this shit and what grade school did they flunk out of. The Hulk, much like these and many other movies, are the train wrecks that happen when they take a fanboy driven idea and put their own little spin on it, thus completely negating what it was that made it cool in the first place.

Suck It Boston

In Ignigtnot's voice: "Your fear is warranted, for we have our Quad-laser aimed and are ready to bring destruction to all your craps...er crops."

For Tomorrow

My older sister, Emily, returned today to her home in Chicago. Since it was the first chance she has had to visit since before Christmas when she arrived she came with gifts in tow. She works in the largest Borders bookstore in the states and due to this feature, she is able to come into, if only minor, contact with celebrities who enter this store. This would be the second year I have received a comic book as a Christmas present. The special thing about these comics are that last year Jim Lee came into the store with Jeph Loeb. I have a copy of the Batman story "Hush" parts one and two, signed by Jim Lee with a doodle of Batman in one and of the Joker in the other. How awesome is that. Well, like I said, she returned this year with gifts in tow. And in this installment was a hardbound copy of "For Tomorrow" volume one signed once again by Jim Lee. Fucking sweet. He had signed these while in the store so they weren't made out to me or anything but I'm sure you'll agree that it's still fucking sweet. It also included a doodle of the Man of Steel himself. As Homer would say "Jealous? You're jealous. " Fucking sweet.

If You Don't Care If I'm Seventy And You Think I'm Sexy

As I sit at gunpoint at work (because I've threatened to run) listening to Rod Stewart, I have to ask- Can anyone think of a song he has written in the last twenty years. I swear, every song I've heard by him has been a cover. Has the man ever sung an original song in his life. Nate assures me he did when he was a member of some band. But these days? He just relies on women in their forties and fifties who remember him before he looked like a shined piece of leather and thought he was "sexy" to buy his albums. "Whoo-Hoo, he still has it!"

Celebrities Shouldn't Be Celebrites

I know I just posted about the suckness of The Simpsons, but I felt I need to at least say this: I liked the guest stars as characters, not as themselves. Except for Ron Howard, because he is always in a bathrobe. But it just seems as the seasons progressed and their popularity increased, so did more celebrities playing themselves. I already hate most of them in real life. I don't want to see them in cartoon world playing themselves. There are episodes where it works, but for the most part it just shows the egotism involved in being a "celebrity." They can't show up unless they get to play themselves. Usually when this happens, there is a crappy script written around how to get the celebrity on the show. Everyone suffers in this case.

It's A New Year, Blah, Blah Blah.

Since I completely missed posting about the changing of the guard, I figured I'd go ahead and do it now. This year threatens to be the scariest ever. I'll be twenty-nine this birthday(gasp!). Only another year before the big three-0. Also there is the possibility Sarah and I will be moving. If she gets into a grad school outside Wichita then its Now Leaving Wichita for real. I've never lived anywhere else and that makes me a little apprehensive about it. There's all the starting over bullshit we'll both have to go through. other than that, I figure '07 won't be as big a deal as '06. I have a whole list of life goals and resolutions I plan to not achieve just like last year. School is looking more and more tolerable and may even become an actual possibility. The only reason I really have for not going back is just because I don't want to. Everyday at works does something to reverse that though. Who knows? At the risk of sounding cliche; It's a new year.

'Ol Grey Mule, She Ain't What She Used to Be

Why was the Burger King commercial for the Texas Double Whopper funnier than the Simpson's episode? And the commercial wasn't really that funny. It's at the point where I like watching American Dad more than them. And that's saying a lot. Boo-urns.

Japan has never met a black person in it's life

Here are a few "black" characters that appear in video games. Note the similarities:

How come all of them have afros and shades. Except for the Japanese "Wantabe." I guess there is always the alternative: Balrog, who is obviously not another stereotype.

A black boxer...Original

The Shogun is back. Shonuff.

I've finally clawed my way out of the stacks of Mexico insurance policies my coworkers and I have been under since mid November. Of course not much has happened. I've started the heavy medication (booze) that is needed to deal with the bombardment of crap-tastic Christmas music and cheery shoppers and drivers that are typical of this season. I have to note the weather situation too. Notice that Wichita is blessedly free of any snow and ice, despite the class three killstorm surrounding us. Luckily, all it's done is rain which, as always, comes about three days after I washed my car. Ahh the joys of the season. I've got all my shopping for my immediate family except one. Can you guess which one? I've also "obtained" a copy of Ong-Bak, which is fucking badass. I do wonder though, why when a movie such as this comes out, they have to include shit like "stunts that could make Jackie Chan pale?" I mean really. Whoever wrote that shit obviously has never seen Jackie's Hong Kong flicks. Yeah, his made for the international market movies are kind of tame. But to say something like that about one of the Lucky Stars is retarded. but of course they just mean to hype up the film. I just don't know why they need to diss J-Rock. He's cold as ice.

I'm so glad we had this little chat

Communication is vital in the business world, right. Managers, supervisors, bosses should always know more than the grunts, right. Why then did our boss, the site big cheese, descend his Mount Olympus too wring our feeble little necks. I know why, the rest of the team knows why. But did he? Yesterday was a very busy day. Any clues as to why? Most businesses are closed the Friday after Thanksgiving (of course we aren't, that's the kind of business we are) which leads most customers to not call. Hence us not being busy. The Monday after though, is a different situation. But not only did we get bombed but also one of our main programs we use to process request, decided to crash. Shot all to hell. All day. Plus, in an effort to reach the coveted service level we are expected to maintain, they take several people from our team to take regular phone calls. So we have our workforce basically halved and the agents on the floor had no choice but to keep the request till today when the program is back up. I'm sure you can guess where this is going. So about five, five-thirty he decides to come down to our cubicles and ask rather loudly as to why there are over five hundred request in the system. Now remember, he is the site manager. He should have a handle on all that is happening, right? Well, he still asked? Not only that but he also took the stats that someone had just printed. I can't wait till tomorrow when he sees my name, as well as others, not on it. I have my own project to work on plus there is a whole other database he probably won't look at. I just think it's weird that instead of going to one of the Operations Managers, he come straight to us to bitch us out. But then again, I've been here too long to really be that surprised.

There Used To Be A Box There

When Sarah and I moved, I brought home an envelope box that our cat, Niccalo, quickly laid claim to. You know how cats are, boxes and paper bags and what not. Well, this box followed us from the month before we moved all the way to the new apartment, where it now resides. With him inside. But recently we had a cold snap, and to make sure he remained warm inside his box, Sarah placed a towel inside it. This however, placed more stress on the fragile walls of the box. I don't really need to explain what happened next, but I wil for comedic purposes. The front wall gave way first. Which was fine because he could still sit inside it with his front paws outstretched in front of him. We then moved the box away from the patio door to once again make sure he remained warm. After the move, though, the end came swiftly. Here you see him in his box before the Great Wall collapsed:

Notice how snug of a fit it is. And here he is Saturday:
See how he doesn't even try to fit into it anymore. He's just given up. That cracks me up.

Updates

I finished another picture today. It's a lot more minimalistic that I usually do, but I like it all the same. I haven't posted in a while, due mostly to the "management" at work cracking down. But I'll try to keep everything up to date but it's kind of hard once I get home. This is the last thing I'm thinking about. No wait, that would be work. Well, either way, I added the picture to Flicr and added to link here on my Myspace page. I also sent out a bulletin letting my friends know there was a new picture up. I wonder how many will actually take the time to look. I find it funny though that all the comments posted were from this computer, but not by me. But it still looks that way though, despite those posting the comments leaving their names. I just want everyone to know that it wasn't me posting them and that other people actually looked and posted about my pictures. And no, these other people do not reside in my head... In case you were wondering.

More proof of my crappy-ness

I opened a Flicr account to show off my lame-o artwork. There's a link to it on my sidebar. See it? It's right over there. No, not there damnit! Look, if you aren't even going to try. Ok... Good. Feel free to check it out and don't foget to tell me to not quit my day job. God, I hate myself sometimes. But then I use the spell checker and it tells me I misspelled "forget". See above if you missed it. Among others, it also offered a correction to "fagged". Keep in mind "forget" was not one of my options. God, I hate Blogger's spell checker even more. All the time. So I left "foget" on purpose. Because I'm a passive aggressive asshole. Bah!

It's not right

I stopped the episode of Extras I just started watching just to write this post. Stephen Merchant is so fucking tall. It's not right. It's the episode with Orlando Bloom. He walks on the the set of Andy's show and gotdamn, he is so fucking tall. So there, Nate. You can't say I'm not watching it.

Theresa left her glasses again.

They were in the couch. I found them. Not the bad way. I took an artsy-fartsy picture of them after I watched disc one of Nate's Office Season Two DVD's he let me borrow. He has my Aqua Teen Hunger Force Season Two. Now I'll probably scan some old drawings of mine. Working for the weekend, and so well spent they are.

Walker, Texas Ranger(maybe)

Ok, no shit, I just finished a request for man named "Charles Norris". Think about it. Then think about "Law and Order". In your face. Roundhouse kicks for everyone!

I'm every woman

If you have a job, assuming you do otherwise why are you on the internet, then you probably have to listen to crappy satellite music. This means the same songs over and over again. Well, after what has to be many, many consumer complaints about our hold music, the higher-ups have finally changed the channel from the late seventies, early eighties station. Since then we have heard a mix of contemporary music including a song by Whitney Huston. I then mockingly sang a few high-pitched notes from the song from The Bodyguard. This doomed me to later humiliation. Friday I was not feeling well and while away on my first break of the day I returned to this:
It's from a picture of one of my cousins and I punching each other at the same time. I have an idea who was behind this dastardly deed but I won't post names (JMO). I guess this makes up for this picture I left on Nate's desk.

I'm sick and it sucks.

My brains are draining out of my nose. This blows.

Long Hard Road

It is done. After almost a year. I'm not sure how to feel about it. The fact that it took so long or that it's finally done. Either way, here it is:
I still have this other one that I began on the fif and don't know how to finish. I haven't been this productive in a long while and it feels good.