One thing I should probably mention. I do not fool myself into thinking anyone comes here to see my ramblings or pays me any mind, but I do know that BD seems to have some sort of following of friends from other boards (I make it my business to know such things, Cere K Strife!) Now that I'm done freaking out a completely innocent girl, I'll inform you people that I got an email from my web provider asking for money to keep this site up another year. Given that I've devolved into a dysfunctional recluse that would make Howard Hughes cringe, I don't have this money (not even sure if we'll be making rent this month). So be forwarned that unless some sort of windfall comes my way, the doors will close on the conspiracy. And if you've paid any attention to my life the last few years, you know that windfall is not coming.
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 SCOTTY BEAMS UPWell a day I've been dreading for a few years now has finally come to pass. Jimmy Doohan, who most of you will know as Scotty from Star Trek, will finally take the eternal celestial dirt nap. While Doohan will probably always be remembered for his role as the engineer who (despite his claims to the contrary) actually COULD re-write the laws of physics, it is important to note Doohan's military service which eclipses his acting career in excellence. Doohan served in the Canadian Army and quickly rose to the rank of Captain. During the allied D-Day invastion he was on the front lines, and a total of 9 bullets found their way to his person. 7 of them entered his body or were flesh wounds. 1 other shredded the middle finger on his left hand (which was removed and is visibly missing in Star Trek movies and episodes). The last bullet was found lodged in a metal cigarette case he was carrying. Despite these wounds, Doohan continued fighting. Doohan had been ailing for a number of years. Despite this, he always continued to make an effort to keep in touch with his fans, and only last year made his farewell to the convention circuit at a "Beam Me Up, Scotty" convention in Los Angeles. A few days after that, a ceremony was held during which Doohan was given a star on the Hollywood Walk Of Fame. During this time, he and estranged co-star William Shatner patched up their differences to the delight of fans everywhere.
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| Dirty Dirty -- Posted by BalconyDive on Tuesday, July 19 2005 | ||||||
Fuck it. All of it. I have decided that I really really want to open a night club/net cafe/thing. It's the only thing that's been on my mind for months. Thus: I shall now begin to dedicate my life to that. What does this mean? Well, step one I have to get some books from the library about you know, how to go about doing that. On top of that, I guess it means that (if I ever find a job...which isn't looking likely) 100% of that cash has to go to the bank, which means I guess I have to resign myself to a) living here longer and b) not leaving the country just to do it. Weak, yes? I also have to come up with a full on business plan, which is a tad more than the "It would be a cool idea if..." ideas I've been having. I don't know how to do any of this shit, but I will learn. I need this thing to happen so I feel like less of a failure. Even if I end up opening it and closing it in a month I'll feel that much better about myself, you know? Whatever, time to look up some books worth reading and try to get those from the library. Stay tuned. And any advice at all, my email is right up there. This is 1000% serious. 
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| The Salton Sea -- Posted by BalconyDive on Thursday, July 14 2005 | ||||
I've been in the kind of pain one doesn't wish on their worst enemy since about 9:30pm last night. I feel the way Rowdy Roddy Piper described his hip pains in...some...shoot I saw once somewhere. Just trying to move hurts like a sonofabitch, let alone actually getting up and doing something. Today it's a good thing no jobs have even bothered to call me back for interviews, where as every other day it's a crippling depression thing. Or, ya know, would be if I wasn't already there. So, anyway, this pain caused me to double the usual painkillers and the muscle relaxants in an attempt to just get some chill time. It worked enough to get me a few hours sleep (until I rolle dover and felt like someone slammed me full on with a sledge hammer, I've been awake ever since), but in that sleep I had the two greatest pathetic dreams ever. I can only remember the details to one, it was so funny to me I've got to share it.
The other dream involved me being on a TV show, which is even more pathetic than that. The show was Bullshit, and I made Penn apologize for daring call my pain bullshit, but I don't remember the details at all. And now, now I hear some Vicodin and some sleeping pills calling me. Or maybe that's Vicodin and GTA:SA.
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| Flesh And Blood -- Posted by BalconyDive on Sunday, July 10 2005 | ||
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| Unrelated Thing -- Posted by BalconyDive on Thursday, July 7 2005 |
I was recently told I stopped doing this, and upon checking I see that it has indeed been over a week. So, what's been up? Let's see: Tech support job Bischoffed me. By which I of course mean, two days after I took their little personality test I got a letter in the mail saying "Go 'way", although not in so many words. I was crushed, or would have been if during the testing the room hadn't been filled with like 15 people, all of whom had to be better qualified than me. I'm sure they weren't all there for that one position, but, ya know, whatever. I'm not bitter, I just wish the place would burn down. I've heard nothing back from the three other places I've faxed resumes, so I guess I should start calling them about it. Doesn't someone just want to bankroll my night club? It'll be sweet, and I'll even comp all your drinks for eternity! Eh, whatever. In other news, I somehow got a nasty little bug in my system. It's main sympton came up as Aurora and caused a shitload of popups and other annoying little problems, it spawned a couple little virus-lettes, the main one being nail.exe. I know that because it's just such a cool freakin' name. Nail.exe. Sounds awesome. Anyway, I found some folk who wrote a neat little remover for it, booted into safe, ran it, cleaned everything up, erased all my temp files, etc... and all is good yes? NO! FUCK NO! It somehow came back not a half hour later. It took me longer to try to clean it out than it did for the horrid little thing to bring its self back to life. As of yesterday, I think I finally got it gone gone, but I still decided to use it to buy myself a new 120gb hard drive to use as my main. I needed it anyway, the one I have now is only 20gb. I think instead of building a whole new machine, as was the plan, I'm going to slowly replace parts of this one until the only thing that remains is the case, then I'll make a case. Yeah. Track my new toy I can't afford through UPS: 1Z64X2690331989875 Until next time, here's me wishing I was more like John Linnell
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