Busy day. Bigger update later. Just found an image of note (pun intended) on 3M’s site.
What the caption says:
“Our newest feature lets you exchange notes with your friends via Internet mail!”
What it should say:
“Our newest feature allows your computer to shoot jets of flame at your friends and their helpless computers!”
No more Left-Eye. Died in a car accident in Honduras last night. 
I was not a huge TLC fan, but I am still a little sad.
Holla!
Congratulations are in order for our dear Bridget, who has been selected to be an intern for US Senate Candidate Dan Blue. This means she will be here in Raleigh with us this summer, and perhaps beyond. Good news, especially for her, secondarily for Boy Blunder, and tertiarily for the rest of us. And she is working for a campaign that, even though under the umbrella of the Democratic Party, is one that I happen to agree with more often than not.
Not to mention that she is the winner in the painful game of “which graduate will find something to do once they graduate?”
Another one is pulled inextricably into the Greater Raleigh Vortex of Mediocrity.
Everyone owes Bridget a drink — preferably on the same night, preferably in close proximity to a bucket, toilet, potted plant, or old boot.
Man, I am so ready for the summer reunion tour circuit! Ozzfest, Blink 182, Ozzfest. . . the list goes on and on. But most of all, the anticipation of seeing a certain band live and in person is giving me reason to live. Of course, I am referring to rock supergroup
Crosby, Stills, Slash & Young!
Who can forget Slash rockin’ out with CS&Y back at Woodstock in ‘69? That rippin’ guitar solo on “Teach Your Children Well?” And then he streaked across the stage during Counrty Joe & the Fish’s set! Oh, man, those were the days.
Well, now they’re back — and older than ever! Back by geriatric demand. . . and they’re coming to rock the hell out of the most hated lecture hall on campus! That’s right, 218 Withers Hall! Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday July 16th! Mark it on your calendars, buy your tickets, send word to your mother – she’s old enough to know them from back in the day!
And my loyal readers who wish to get an unlicensed t-shirt need only click here to be whisked away to the land of fashionable attire. T-Shirts are designed by the man who designed the band — me! No man, woman, or dog in heat will be able to resist you when you strut about town sporting their new logo and tour dates.
Get ‘em while they’re hot!
Work sucked today. Worked 8:15-5-15, took no lunch break. Ate a bag of chips and drank a bottle of water. IBM and Dell do not make it easy to order machines. Either that or I am a complete dope. Either way, I have wished the following on many entities today:
Then trudged home, almost got hit by a minivan that stops for no red light. They should put speed bumps every 50 feet on Hillsborough St, that way people would not want to drive 50 down it. By the time I got home I was very angry and gloomy. Billy wanted to ball, and I wanted to eat, so we agreed to ball and then eat. We ended up playing five games. My play ranged from horrendous in one games to awesome in another.
That’s right, I filled the other players with an overwhelming sense of awe.
Then I got hit in the face with a deflected ball, my glasses were mangled. Justin would have been proud. I unmangled them sufficiently and made a nice drive and actually made my layup, which is actually pretty unusual. From that point on I played well.
Then we took our menagerie to the Bo, where we met Mr. and Mrs. John Russ, as well as Cynthia, Melissa and an extra. So now we are back, and though the Canes got shellacked, I am ok. Time to download new copies of my few mp3s that are encoded in such a low bitrate as to sound like they are coming out of a hi-fi ass. 160 kpbs or bust.
I don’t know why I am so very tired, but I am. A tiring evening of downloading mp3s, I guess. Gordon Lightfoot, while kind of an easy-listening gent, and a Canadian on top of that, made some good music. I swear, I don’t know how I can go from Gordon Lightfoot to Dungeon Family to Aquabats to Whitesnake in 4 consecutive songs, but I can. No wonder I’m not very moody — they never get a chance to set in.
I am kind of resigning myself to staying here for a while now. Another year should be good enough. I’ll have another year of experience, more money saved up, people will still be around for the most part. . . shan’t be too bad. I am a wee bit disappointed, but it seems like the chances of my life being a made-for-tv movie about The Boy Who Boldly Set Out With No Plans Like An Idiot But Got Rich Anyway are pretty slim.
And
I am down to my last half-pill of Zyrtec. I think it has been working. We’ll find out when I run out. For now, Benadryl & the History Channel will be good for what ails me.
Night-night.
It’s been too long since I embedded a Nature Boy clip in my journal. Well, wait no more, all Ric Flair fans who read my journal (Justin) because the Nature Boy styled and profiled and represented NC before Petey Pablo was born. He even got love for Raleigh and Greensboro!
Ahh, Sunday night. The weekly sadness of knowing that I have only a couple hours till the work week starts again.
Went the Arboretum today. Pics are on their way up here. I think I annoyed the missus with my slow picture-taking. . . she was not enjoying the heat of the afternoon sun. Well, then we went to her place and she cooked a delightful meal, shrimp stir-fry. We came back here, watched the worst Simpsons ever, ate some ice cream. Now she is at her place studying; I am at my place doing not much besides looking at TWW and downloading mp3s.
I redid my main photos page yesterday. Hope you have high bandwidth, cause if not, you’re screwed. But then if you’re using dial-up, you shouldn’t be. So *sticks tongue out*.
Cripes, I only can think of worthwhile stuff to write here when I’m not at my computer. More to come later maybe?
Hmmm. Ladi Dadi is now on a Coors commercial starring Doug E Fresh. I guess it is ok. But usually I am the one saying “Ladi Dadi, we like to party, we don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother nobody.” Not my TV.
WILL THE SKINS EVER MAKE A DRAFT PICK?
Ahhh. It’s Friday! And I have a lot for you to read.
Also, you can search for people. When you go to the web site, type your name in the ’search’ box in the upper right. It’ll comb my extensive gallery for you, then spit out the results so that you may view all the instances of your beautiful visage. This is not a new feature, but I don’t think many people know about it.
I have also redesigned the bar across the top. It is smaller, better looking, and less intrusive than before.
What are you waiting for? Check it out! Click on the badly made link box on the right. By the way, that piece of junk is transient, and hopfully will be fixed soon. For now, it’ll do. —>
First of all, the Wright Flyer next to an astronaut looks like they don’t quite understand the concept or timeline of flight. The NC quarter depicts the Wright Flyer and a guy in period dress running alongside it. Makes sense. Ohio puts the Wright Flyer wth a guy in a space suit. That’s like putting Napoleon in a tank talking ’bout “Pioneers of War.”
Also, “Birthplace of Aviation Pioneers,” without losing any meaning, can be translated into normal people-ese as “A lot of important people were born here, but when they realized where they are, they hauled ass to somewhere else.” Hell, John Glenn escaped to outer space.
I am surprised this is accepted as legal tender.
