| This magnificent feast here represents the last of the petty cash. -- Posted by BalconyDive on Friday, June 23 2006 | ||||||||
When I say "insomnia" people seem to think I'm either a) exagerating or 2) it's something that will effect me for a week and go away. I assure you it is neither. I remember when I was on AOL, this had to be over 10 years ago, I joined this "list/chat room" thing for insomniacs. I mostly remember the lame ass splash page which looked like the outside (then inside once you clicked) of a nightclub with a "neon" bloodhot droopy eye. I used to crawl out of my bedroom and on to the computer and hit the WWF chat and that chat. Even then I realized the internet was full of morons who need to be shot. All the insomniacs did was bitch and moan about how "Oh god, the clock just hit 1 and I'm stil WIDE AWAKE" blah blah. The whole time, and remember I've got to be 13-14 at the time, I'm telling these people "Look, we're up, let's at least make the best of it. Let's talk about something other than the fact that we're all awake." Of course they weren't going for it. Then later I found some semi-intelligent people on some message boards that were always awake at 1am. I vividly remember nights where I would play emulated Fire Pro X then hop on instant messenger and not get up until like 3. Crawl off to bed, lay there for a few hours, sleep for an hour or two then get up and go to school. Yet still I never had my homework finished. What is the point? The point is my life has been incredibly strange up unti now. An hour ago I took six pain killers which stated on the bottle to take 1 and a half. This was about my 5th dose of varying amounts for the day. The bottle lays out 4. Seriously the only thing the meds seem to do is make my typing terrible. This morning, right in the middle of an episode of Judging Amy, I had what I think was an incredibly good phone interview with a guy in Valparaiso. I mean, the whole time we were kinda jokey and cool and talking about the job and the company and blah blah skills blah blah school. Then at the end of the interview he drops a massive horrible bomb on me. The kind of thing that makes one spend the rest of the day reconsidering this whole "life" thing. He was going through, as he was talking to me, 153 resumes. One hundred and fifty three. For one job. Maybe two. Suddenly my chances seem less than zero. And by Less Than Zero I mean the good book not the terrible movie. It would be real real easy to quit right now, except quitting would be a lateral move. I'd probably shave a little less frequently. And shower. Enjoy your jobs, jerks. I hate you all. ![]()
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| -- Posted by OtterVomit on Monday, June 19 2006 | ||||||
I'd watch the 123 Kid blow his spot and bash his head on the concrete again and again and again....
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| Are they heavy? Then they're expensive, put them back. -- Posted by BalconyDive on Sunday, June 18 2006 | ||||
Here's an idea I've been toying with for the last few weeks: Vincent Kennedy McMahon, Jr. loves money, correct? He loves to make money from wrestling, right? He currently owns...just about everything from the past 50 years of American Professional Wrestling, yes? He understands that DVD sales make huge mu'fuckin' profit, true? Why not create DVD box sets of entire years (or possibly six months at a time) of Monday Night Raws and Monday Night Nitros? Think about it. Entire shows from an entire year. You would have complete angles playing out for you. I, for one, would be powerless against, a*hem, acquireing said sets. Especially if he didn'tgo all George Lucas and start cutting shit out. Bad matches, bad ideas (Katie Vick!), lame characters. If all those things are present it would be amazing. But then comes the downside. The box set would probably be massive. Each show from the 2 hour episode era would probably have just under an hour and a half of material (minus commercials), 52 weeks of that would be some 78 hours. Although they could probably cut out some "moments ago" and "earlier tonight" segments without hurting anything. Still that's probably about 20 discs for a year. Even if it's put on, *shudder*, flipper discs we're talking a large price tag. And that doesn't even consider the ill advised three hour Nitros. I don't know, I think it's a good idea. Why should only things like DX and The Monday Night Wars get DVDs? Silver King demands respect! ![]()
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| She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock -- Posted by BalconyDive on Sunday, June 18 2006 | ||
I fucking hate insomnia. Hate it, hate it, hate it! I hate even more the way I browse things on firefox by opening whole folders in tabs which makes my name appear on forums like 90 times a day, I'm going to one specifically and open all my usual ones. I'd say that explains why it appears I have no life, but that's actually because I have no life. ![]()
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| We come on the Sloop John B -- Posted by BalconyDive on Saturday, June 17 2006 |
I've been listening to a lot of Beach Boys recently. Mostly Pet Sounds over and over because, fuck, that album is just...yeah. Add to that some SMiLE, Surf's Up and Sunflower. I can't really explain it but I can enjoy it. I want to go back to when I was ignorant and just thought of The Beach Boys as some random novelty group that made 60's Surf Rock. When I find the person who actually learned my ass about Brian Wilson and his insane genius I may kill them. That is all. ![]()
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