with lots of fuzz,

Dear Diary,

What a blah day. I wake up, I'm like blah. Fab-U-Lus. Cannot absolutely wait for today.

"Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays." (*Ka-BOOM*)

On the bonus side of things, this weekend it appears my car is back to tip-top shape. It wasn't my master cylinder that was fubar'ed, just a break line that I didn't re-attach correctly. Folks, I'll say this once -- never go to Firestone, they will rip you off.

That and Just Brakes rules.

Sorry. Just a little well deserved product placement.

I had pretty good fun this weekend, I xed with my girl Friday night, we had lots of fun. Saturday, I ran around, did errands, played video games. Slept.

Sunday I slept till noon, and it felt good. Then I went up to visit my girlfriend at work, poor darlin', having to work during the superbowl. Everyone thought I worked there (she works at an ISP). Everyone that works there is a freak of some sort.

She was tired when she came home, and then we went over to Acid.Burn (aka big black man)'s house, played some PlayStation. He's got a cool new apartment. Some place called the Mansions. Pretty fuggin nice. On-site 4 star resturaunt/cabana. Girl got tired, we went home.

She was a little irritated with me last night, but nothing serious, because she seems really happy to talk to me this morning online. Which I'm glad about, because I had terrible dreams last night when I went to bed with her angry at me.

I kept getting shot in my dreams. In the back of the neck. I can't remember the name of the song that was playing thru all my dreams, I wanna say Fastball's show me the way, but that's not correct. Something like that anyway. But the whole night was one big dream over and over, and this bullet started about 10 feet away, and I could see it go thru every tendon and fiber of my spinal cord in the back of my neck until it broke thru.

Pretty bad.

Anyways, that's all I got for now.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "[I] wonder if I have an enemy out there who has put me in some kind of ICQ cybersex cult without me knowing. Anything is possible you know." - yaddahness

but man's no peach

Dear Diary...

Some people just don't have a life. And principal among these folks are those whose intials start with Rizzn Do'Urden. (Yes. That's me).

Can you believe that people discriminate those who don't have lives? I'm not going to accuse anyone who may read these pages of not having lives, but I know a disproportionate number of geeks and computer addicts traditionally read web pages and may spend inordinate amounts of time compared to the rest of the American public chatting, messaging, emailing, or say even reading other peoples diaries. So listen up this may pertain to you.

Back a few months ago, before I met my very beautiful girlfriend who I love very much, I was surfing the personal ads on Yahoo! (how I met her), and I found this one interesting prospect, she was pretty, my age, going to college in the area, seemed to be into the things I was, and we started giving each other the typical 20 questions routine you do in that situation.

She asks me if I do stuff that takes me out of the house much. Now my natural inclination is to say no, but it's the truth. She could have easily told whether or not I did by re-reading my profile, which clearly stated I was a nerd who spent most of his time on a computer.

I hesitated in answering, which was good, because she clarified what the correct answer was by saying she couldn't stand those kinds of people who just hung around the house all the time.

Clearly that one didn't develop into a relationship.

Ok, not proof of a widespread problem? Well, I don't have proof of a widespread problem, but let me tell you about another instance of discrimination against those with no life.

The other day I was smoking with the girl who has the cube next to mine, a cool Vietnamese chick named Kim. We were outside shooting the shit. She comes up with this out of the blue question... "When you are not at work, do you go out much, or do you stay at home and stuff all the time?"

Learning from my previous experience, I say "Well, I do go out occasionally, but I spend a lot of time on my computer."

"Really? I hate people who don't go out at all." Stammers a little bit, then adding, "Not you, but you know people that don't go out any at all."

Mmmhmmm. Okay. Fabulous. Y'see? This world all wants to be as powerful as the nerds, but doesn't want to give up it's so-called 'life.' In this world you must make things called SACRIFICES!!

Heheh.. just a little rant I needed to get out of my system.

Not speaking of rants at all (I am the king of transitions), do you remember your first job? I recently discovered UncleBob's diary, and read his post about telemarketers, and of course I was immediately reminded of my first job. I was a nerd back then too. (yes, my nerdiness goes wayyyy back). And I remember how I was so proud of my first job where I made what I would still consider today a respectable amount of money (mostly from commissions). I even enjoyed my job, and this was before I heard of going to work baked!

The reason, I think, I did so well was because of the normal employee my company usually employed. Everyone there, just about was actually straight out of a local halfway house (I shit you not!). So the work and commision structure was designed to accomidate a crackhead. I myselfe have never done crack, and at that point, any drugs at all, so I excelled at the job and made upwards of 900 dollars a week.

So naturally I defended my job quite vigrously when it was attacked by the likes of Uncle Bob.

But then 3 months later, I got a real job, and learned the error of my ways.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "ever since i was a little burrito i have always wanted to be dead because the things that i love most in this world are extream darkness, extream quiate, and being left alone and thats what i always imagin death to be." - burrito

and never was

Alright diary. Here it goes.

I was going to complain in this paragraph about someone leaving non-constructive criticism in my diarist review section, but then I read the paragraph and thought of how childish it sounded, so it's gone now. Aren't you sad?

Ich bin sehr hungrig. I do believe I'm going to grab a bite to eat.

Just for joker-person who knows who he/she is, I never said it was original, or even good. Never proclaimed anything about quality. Read at own risk. Let the reader beware. Abandon hope all ye who enter here. Ad infinitum. Ad nauseum. Etcetera etcetera.

If it was my roommate who left that there, though, I'll just kill him in his sleep! Hows that for bad and boring and stuff? HAh! that'll show those

....

Hrmm. Somethings should be left to the inside voice.

Ok. Food awaits. Bis spater

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "I'm out like a crackhead model in Lane Bryant's." - Falsebelief

Icy Wonderful Land an Stuff

Heya diary.

Nice happy day today. My mailbox is FULL today on voicemail and I was only out one day. What is UP with that? Our company wastes $736,000 a year on voicemail. WHY? this sucks. Oh well, it's time I don't have to work, who cares. ;-)

It's ICY in TEXAS. Tell you friends, Texas froze over. ;-) Yesterday was particularly bad. In my burb of Dallas, there was 2 inches of ice on the ground. I didn't go to work, as expected. Took a little personal day. Played video games, had fun.

My girlfriend, on the other hand, was coerced into going to work, had an accident, I hope it makes those mutha's happy that made her go to work. Some dumb semi was about to run over her by changing into her lane, and she said she did about 2 360's, car stalled (so no brakes), so she hit her e-brakes, spun around the other way into the opposing lanes, and stopped. SHe was all cryin an stuff, and people were running up to her car seeing if she was ok, beating on her windows... kinda sucked but thankfully she's ok, and her car didn't get fubar'ed.

I stayed home. ;-)

My roommates and I are about to put out a techno dance cd. I dunno what to call it or what to call our music group (I don't feel comfortable calling it a band since we don't play individual instruments). So like, if you have any suggestions for names, email me with album and group name suggestions.

heh... just call me d.j. rizzn.

Damn.. just deleted 100 messages. Still have a bunch to go. THis is sooo fun.

I'm going to go back to sleep here in my cube. When I wake up I'll write some more. ;-) Cheers!

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "I got this sub the other day. There is no news there though, I love subs and I don't care who knows it. I love them, that's all there is to it!" - Andrew

Boot to the Head

Ok Diary... here's da scoop.

Most likely tomorrow, I'm not going to update, because, well, I'm not going to be boredatwork (TM). It's icing over here in the big D and we don't like to drive in ICE here.

But if I had more time I'd be writing stuff about building up walls and things around yourself. I'll keep you in suspense about it for a couple days. I gotta catch a ride home now. But the idea for that topic was given to me by a new acquantance, a really cool chick, Skunk_Girl.

Hey everyone, my friend Reality had a rough day today, so send her an email saying that it'll all get better, so she'll feel all warm and fuzzy and stuff.

And if you are really on a roll for doing good deeds, everyone send me a dollar. I need the money to fix my car, and I don't want to wait till payday.

For real, yo, I'm out, my ride's prolly waiting now.

(BTW, like the new design? It's not done yet).

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "I have been wandering around quietly wishing to be shot in the face but it hasn't happened yet. So it probably won't. Not soon, anyway. " - intravenus

Donde eston el Super-Bano!

Dear Diary...

Still a wonderful day now. Actually a couple shades less than wonderful now that the network is back up we are actually getting calls again, losers calling about not being able to print labels, and we haven't even issued a systems are back up message, so they should just still think it's related to the WAN problem. But no.

How does one become an expert on love? Is that something you can read a book on? Ann Landers for Dummies or something? I'd love to be able to give people surefire advice, but then I'm not the most experienced individual in the world.

Anyways, I wish I had more to go with that thought, but y'know, I just can't think of anything else. Nothing that I could develop into fully formed thoughts. I've got about 3 or so friends going thru mini-crisis with their sig. others.

My roommate phitt just broke up with the psychobitch from across the hall. Her name was Melissa. She was cool at first. A sure fire hint she wasn't all there was she and Phitt went to bed on the first night. (that was new years eve).

I wonder if every one of my new year's eves are going to be plagued by this disorder. Last year this same exact thing happenned. I had a roomate, he met a girl at my new years eve party, they 'fell in love', got engaged 2 months later, and then broke up.

Warning to all future roomates of rizzn: you will probably have a relationship creation and breakup somewhere around the vicinity of new years. count on it.

Transitional paragraph. Talking about something else now.

Did you ever have someone ask you for help but they have the most annoying mannerisms and ways of talking to you that you can't stop not wanting to help them? Well I have one of those people on the line right now. I want to hurt her in some way as to make her stop being so annoying. Like there's a switch on her head that if I can punch it hard enough, she'll stop it.

Whew! The urge to kill is now subsiding because I had her groove out to some hold music and that seemed to take the edge off her annoying-ness.

This is a note to you future techs or current techs of the world: This technique is a little known procedure, but really works when you have Johnny Asshole or Wendy Whineybutt on the line -- Stick them on hold for a minute. It doesn't matter why you stick them on hold to them. Tell them you've got to go research the problem. Tell them you've got to ask a supervisor. Don't tell them anything at all, just say "Hold one sec, I'll be right back."

Usually when you come back, they are all happy, because they've been listening to that groovey music that is specially designed to send subliminal messages to the user that they have a superior product and that they need to calm down.

Plus, we all know that the music sux, so it's a little bit punishment for being a dick.

Plus it gives you time to get up from your cube, walk to your neighbor, and tell them the user is 'grooving out to hold music,' come back, sit down and pick up the line.

Note to users of the world: When this happens to you, you know why now.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Imbeciles. Speaking of which, Andrew, you fucking cro-mag. What the hell are you doing with a knife on the teflon pan? Teflon is a carcinogen, you asswipe. Use the plastic fucking spatula." - lxpatterson

Productivity at Initech

I just love VM's. It gives me an hour a day of doing nothing. The only bummer is I have to reach up to the fone every 30 seconds to delete another 'urgent' VM.

Our IS department sends out about 1000-1500 urgent broadcast VM's a week. Each range from 30 seconds to two minutes a piece. Let's average that out. If everyone actually listened to these messages (lets say the average message is 60 seconds long) how much time would be wasted.

Anywhere from 16 2/3's up to 25 hours a week.

1500 VM's is a bad case scenario, but 1000 is a conservative weekly estimate, meaning about 1/5 to almost 1/2 of the week is spent at least listening to voice mails.

What should I do with this information. Should I go to my boss, and let him know, possibly recieve a pat on the back for improving productivity by 100%? Or should I sit quitely on this news, and recieve money by slacking 50% of the time?

Hrmm... I think you all will know what I choose.

Quote of the Entry: "... it was almost entertaining. I can't describe it. He was like an amusement park ride: Fuck the Asshole Skater." - diarrhea

Endless Addiction

Heya diary and stuff....

Welp. I missed ya this monday. real sorry about that, but s'wut happens when your car fubar's and your roomate really doesn't feel like taking you to work that day.

I think it's really funny that on days that I call in sick, I get paid more than days that I actually go in. I get a full 8 hours on those days, but on days where I come in, I usually don't get the full 8 hours unless I'm really bored or don't feel like going home right away... (gee, how often does that happen, you guess).

Which reminds me, speaking of work, I found this really funny anecdote online today.

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When you have had one of those 'Take This Job And Shove It' days, try this...

On your way home after work, stop at your pharmacy and go to the section where they have thermometers. You will need to purchase a rectal thermometer made by *Q-Tip. Be very sure that you get this brand.

When you get home, lock your doors, draw the drapes, and disconnect the phone so you will not be disturbed during your therapy. Change to very comfortable clothing, such as sweats and a T-shirt and lie down on your bed. Open the package containing the thermometer and remove the thermometer and carefully place it on the bedside table.

Take the written material that accompanies the thermometer and as you read it you will notice in small print the statement; "Every rectal thermometer made by Q-Tip is PERSONALLY tested."

Now close your eyes and say out loud five times:

"I am so glad that I work where I do!"

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This weekend was a bummer. Friday night was a boring night for some reason. Can't even remember what happenned. Saturday night I was supposed to have a fun night with my girlfriend, a little x, go out, head back to her place.

Didn't work out like that. We had to hook up some friends that were going to Austin, so we sat waiting around until we finally just went to bed at my place and went to take a nap until the stuff got there. We were woke up at 2:30 -- obviously too late, if we'd been sleeping since 10.

Sunday my brakes went out again. This time it was my master cylinder leaking. $273 to fix. Great stuff. I'm going to try to fix it myself i think.

Gurreat stuff. And because I spent so much on my car, I can't affort the Beck tickets. And I found out I have a $511 fone bill from when everyone was using my cel fone because they were too lazy to get a fone in their name.

And I found out I have warrants out, because I missed a court date.

So it wasn't a very happy weekend.

Oh yeah, and I'm almost broke until payday, because I lent money to roommate and friends.

I'm seriously thinking about ditching friend of many years and current roommate crackbaby. I would have 0 drug temptations, be living with my girlfriend, be saving lots of money. Things would be great.

It's just that I'm so damn loyal to everyone of my friends that prevents me from doing it. It really sucks. I think one day I'm going to not tell anyone, and just move to a different part of the country, let my parents know, and tell them not to tell anyone I've moved there. I'm sick of my current surroundings and situation and I shouldn't be unhappy about it. It's really quite disgusting.

Anyone know any good excuses that work as to why they missed the original court date? Are there any? or am I just screwed. email me some suggestions please

HRmm. Anyways, feeling lethargic. Not being too rude to users today. I dunno, call me gracious. ("Hello gracious").

Oh, good news of the weekend. Not only does the comic store I go to have the Space Ghost action figures on order for me, but they are ordering some Deadpools as well. AND I found some Jay and Silent Bob action figures at a different store. But they were 40 for the set. Plus they really weren't to scale with the other action figures I have. I haven't picked them up yet. All I need to do now is secure some ICP characters, and my collection will be complete!!! (also, picked up a Batman Returns Catwoman figure this weekend... VERY hard to find, esp right after the movie came out).

I would like a Robin and Arthur to go with my Tick and Batman, but I'm not sure if that would be over kill..

An Azrael action figure to go with batman would be cool. heheh

Whoo boy, it never stops.

(I kinda copied you too, reality... ;-)

Quote of the Entry:"The Hindu Squirrel does get funky now and then with my man at the liqour store, but the ultimate high is the sun rise and sun set, the air in your lungs and ground at your feet. And knowing that I am heaven bound from living in truth and staying out of the way when steamrollers come cruising down my path. " - squirrel

Rizzn

Dagwood spake in tongues

Dear Diziary....

Hey, how are you? great? Ones and zeros? Electrons hitting glass? Hey, look on the brightside, at least you aren't pulp!

This sucks, internet mail is down here at work, so I can't setup the mailing list I was going to. but it's a cool mailing list. It's going to be the old [OffTopic] mailing list of yore, where our mailbox was like a chat room. Pretty cool stuff.

Some dork stole the offtopic name. Which now makes the list offtopic jr. Offtopic was such a cool list. It was just a bunch of nerds from all over the place that when they logged into their machines at work and talked about dorky things. Or there was the time that lumpy and crackbaby got drunk at a club then went home and got on the list and posted drunken messages to entertain us while we were working late. That was fun.

I just had a wierd experience. I've got to write it down before I forget about it. This attractive black chick named Selina in the office walked up to me in the break room... I was in line to go get some food and she looks at me and says "You look good." I'm like, whoa, hold the fones here, what's goin on? "You got this retro look about you." I'm like, yeah, it's kinda been my look for a while. She's kinda makin me nervous, because she's obviously nervous talking to me, kinda fidgeting and talking fast, forgetting words.

By the way, I really don't look retro, except for these Norman Rockwell glasses that I have. 50's looking. Otherwise I dress business casual, and I wear 3 wallet chains. (which I haven't wore for the last week because my new Christmas wallet broke - wah, etc).

But anyways, the reason she's so nervous becomes apparent. She asks me if I'm a Christian. I say yes. So if Christ came right now you know where your going? Because the rapture is coming, and it's coming soon. She asks me what church I'm going to. I tell her I haven't been to church here since I moved here 7 months ago, but I used to go to a non-denominational church called Grace Community in my home town.

She says yeah, that's good, non denominational churches are the best. I say that I agree, because I do. That way the church usually doesn't come prewrapped in dogma from a whole denomination, just what this small group of believers has found to be true.

Anyways, it sounds like a cool church, but then she asks me if I speak in tongues. I'm totally unprepared. I don't speak in tongues. I don't really trust that sect of churches that claim to speak in tongues. It is just pure babeling to me, not any kind of way to speak to God.

When God gave the gift of tongues to the disciples, it wasn't to babel in praise to God, it was to reach a large group of people in different languages. The tract and thing about the church she gave me described speaking in tongues as something completely different.

"...Begin to praise God for filling you with the Holy Spirit. Speak those words and syllables you receive -- not in your own language, but the language given to you by the Holy Spirit. You have to use your own voice. God will not force you to speak. Worship and praise Him in your heavenly language -- in other tongues."

I have always been wary of churches who speak in tongues ever since I met an MK (Missionary Kid) in high school from Kenya who witnessed a church speaking in tongues, and he had a translator who new a dialect that one of the dudes in the back seemed to be speaking -- and the fellow was cursing God in a language of an African tribe. This was in America during shore leave. These people at this church had never been to Africa.

That could be just a story, but speaking in a giberish tongue doesn't make sense to me when so much of the Bible is so logical. I asked Selina, and the reasoning she gave me was that the 'devil can't understand you when you speak in tongues.' Which I don't understand either.

I'm going to research this a lot. I may go to this church and record some stuff, and have it analyzed with a linguist, and do some studies or something on it. This is something that has perplexed me a long time and I've never done anything to find out more about.

Anyways. I guess it's time for the quote of the entry. I'm really tired. I'm going to take my afternoon nap a little early here, and hope no one catches me. Gosh I feel like Dagwood.

If you think you want to be on my discussion list

"...his nutritional worth is greater than his value as a human being."

- Phillip Thompson

The Geeky Trinity

dEARest Diary and ... whoop hold on, got new mail...

This dude mungleford, he's in a worse mess than me. Well, really, I'm not in a bad mess, just that my life lacks the control that my brain thinks the world is coming to an end all the time (Which is GOOD! That's very Samurai of me. Did you know that? One of the chief principles of being a samurai is keeping death in mind at all times. Maybe I'm further along than I thought!). But at any rate, I'm probably bookmarking mungleford, because I he sounds like he's living in a fubar'ed situation now, and I naturally gravitate to stories like that in the hopes that they all have happy endings.

But any any rate, this Mungleford character made a comment a few days ago, or some time ago about this online diary thing becoming part of him. I can definately relate to that. I was discussing this with my new friend Reality a few days back and we somehow came to the conclusion that I was normal, which was satisfying and disturbing all at the same time.

But at any rate, what we were discussing was how I used to be in middle and highschool. (I now rank at age 21, for those new watchers of the rizzn show). Back in the day, I was a bonefide nerd dork face. I lived, and I do mean lived, on my computer. When I got in trouble, I never got grounded from going out, because well, I never went out. It never crossed my mind to sneak out at night. Where would I go? My computer took me everywhere, and it was right in my room. No sir, I never got grounded from going out, I got grounded from reading and being on my computer.

Kinda makes you wanna cry, doesn't it?

But I was a total anti-social being back then. I had a personality akin to a dead moth. Nothing about me is the same as it was back then -- except my online persona.

Back before I got online, I was a pure coder. Computers were my friends. I couldn't interface with real people with any reliable degree of success, I wasn't that great in math, ok in english, but I could make a computer perform math, high math, algebra, geometry, trig, calculous, could make it write poems, carry on conversations, create art. Anything. And it always liked me.

Then I found bbs's. They were filled with weird people with overactive hormones. But I could play in their world, I just had to learn their programming language, and I could make them do what I wanted.

Never trust coders. Two words -- social engineering.

Anyways. After BBS's came internet. I started my website. I started writing. and writing. and writing. over the four years I maintained my website in high school I created over 300 megabytes of text and graphics (no large files at all, just htms gifs and jpgs). All of it culminated into my greatest creation -- rizzn.com.

Then when I got fired from one of the best jobs I ever had due to corporate bullshit, I lost the entire site.

They just didn't understand. Me, my computer, and my website were one. We were rizzn, ceasar (my computer), and rizzn.com, the holy geeky trinity. They had killed a part of me. I don't think I have really been the same since.

I formed my current real life persona online. I tried things out that I couldn't try out in real life due to the repercussions. But I kept trying until I figured out how people worked, what the interface is.

The downside to that is you don't get fubar'ed over in online life. So I was totally unprepared at a point in my life where I should have recognized an individual from the start was going to fsck me over -- and didn't. And got fscked over.

But that's a topic for another day.

Oh well, the quote for the entry: "I decided I love Walmart so much, Im going to have sex there one day. I don't know where or how- But one day you might be walking down an asile and hear some crazy screaming and moaning.. And you can guarantee it's probably me. Walmart is defintly fuckable."

because at just brakes, we really do care.

back to Life Sucks mode.

Good morning diary.

Last night I was going to the last Bowling for Soup concert before they go on tour with their new label in other parts of the world, and I missed it.

At least God was watching over me. That's all I can say, because it's very possible that I coulda died last night.

My brakes went out. Completely. The only reason I'm here at work today is because my roomate grudgingly took me in this morning. Jeez. With all the times I've carted him back to see our parents in my car, putting wear and tear on it because he's a pussy about driving, you'd think he wouldn't have a problem taking me to work in the morning, but me and my girlfriend had to shame him into it.

I love my girlfriend, she's so cool. She's a babe. She's started at her new job now, and she says it's going to be a breeze. I'm glad she's got her job now, she is so much more comfortable and not stressed out. I knew it would work out ok, and I knew I would take care of her for as long as it takes for her to get a job, but she feels much better about herself now. The bonus is it's a permanent job, not these temp jobs like she had been getting.

Why do people desire intimacy? Logically it makes no sense. The other day I was Mr. Spocking about this and trying to figure it out. I don't know how it works for women, and I really can't speak out for the male populace, either, but I know in my head and many people's heads, their sexual fantasies will never stack up to reality. So the desire for intimacy cannot be solely fuled by sexual desire.

Someone to talk to? I can talk to anyone, and I can talk to people online. I can talk to myself. I'm talking to you, and I can tell you more than I can tell my girlfriend because I don't want to say embarrasing things and ruin a relationship, where as you, diary, are a book, not caring about a relationship, you are just someone to put things and thoughts down on.

Financially it's straining, it takes work, it's not easy, yet I and everyone I know strives to be in a relationship with the opposite gender (except my gay friends, and they persue their relationships, too).

I was happy to be single, just not content.

I'm not at all complaining about being not single. Not at all, don't get me wrong, I love her, and I love the relationship. I just wonder why I need that to be content.

My dad would say that's the way God designed us. It's dim reflection of the kind of love we experience through Christ. Crackbaby would say it's evolution. Ingrained within us is millions of years of conditioning saying propogation of the species is what's important, and therefore desire to mate is what causes it.

I don't know about that. Of course I know which one I lean towards since I totally discount the theory of evolution. (a topic for another time -- just suffice it to say I've seen enough evidence to tell me vertical evolution is one of science's bigest crackpot theories ever).

Well I guess thats enough philosophizing for now. I'm going to take some calls and wallow.

Hellacious morning to you too!

Good morning diary and stuff.

I'm bored already and it's only 10:30 and stuff. Well, this weekend was fun, I guess. Didn't go quite as planned, but it was alright. A cool thing, the girls came over, me and crackbaby's pals who helped us out in intense times of trouble. (someday I'll tell that story).

And my girlfriend came over. And Acid.Burn (aka "Big Black Man") came over, and of course Phitt and his 'not-girlfriend.' We consumed the leftovers from new years eve's acid and tripped, but unfortuneatly the stuff did not age well, and it was really weak. But we did have fun.

I finally got good enough at rival schools to beat crackbaby exactly 50% of the time.. We would fight each other to a stand still I don't know how many times, and our lifebars would be invisible, and it would be the next hit would win type situation. Crazy.

I just found out on IGN that the new version of Powerstones is out for the Dreamcast, I guess in japan or something, and I'm pretty stoked about that, because that means its not long before it makes it here. It has four player capability, which will make it fun. Plus the graphics look even better, if that's possible.

Anyways, Saturday, I pretty much slept all day in recovery.

Sunday, I went around and ran errands and stuff until like 6, when I sat down and wrote a couple songs on a tracker program. One was this jungle sounding song, and the other was a porno music sounding song (at least that's what my girlfriend said). I'm gonna put them up somewhere when I get the chance to convert them to MP3.

The sucky part of the weekend: My girlfriend has a lump on her breast. It really sux, cuz she's all nervous about it, and I am too, kinda. My mom had one of those when I was little, but it turned out to be benign. Her's will too, I'm sure.

Anyway, It's monday, aka hell-day on the fones, so I've gotta close this out and if I think of some more stuff I'll write again.

Quote of the entry: "There is a rational explanation for everything. And there is an irrational one." (a conclusion I came to a long time ago)

Epilepsy

Ok -- last try, and I'm outta here.

Yesterday was the most unproductive day I've ever had at work, something I'm quite proud of. In true BOfH tradition, I was of as little help as possible, and used the punt list extensively. As making up for the users today, I was a little helpful, and didn't hang up on but one of the users.

Tonight I'm having my REAL birthday party. My girlfriend better party with me tonight. She said she would, but now it sounds like she's backing out. I don't know. I really love her and want to do that with her, but she's been a tiny bit distant lately. Don't know what it is but I hope it stops.

Of course I'm always a lot distant, but that's to be expected. I really don't know how to express myself orally sometimes. I'm basically a collection of stories in my head. It's hard for me to communicate without a keyboard in front of me sometimes. I wish I was better at that.

Cisco, Unix, Schwa, Batman, Space Ghost, Tick, Team Wank, and Yay, you won.

Things that are in my cube on the walls.

I really wanna go home tonight. Like now. I'm tired, and I want to be awake and stuff. And my cubicle looks like a bomb hit it.

I played a good round of Starcraft today instead of taking calls when the network center went down in our building. What wsa I going to do, I couldn't log tickets... it was a slow day anyways.

I caught up on my surfing today. Maxim, GIA, TotalRPG. Stuff I haven't been to since I started writing a bunch again. Although that writing is probably more productive, I felt better with meself after going to my regular hotspots.

I wonder what deep seated psychological problems I have that I'm too good at hiding from the general public. What are they caused by?

Anyways. I'm done. Stick a fork in me. I'm gonna put this quote of the entry thing in and go home.

Siezures, Rizzn.

Quote of the Entry: "i think being a law student is a lame, undercover attempt to obtain authority (read: J.D.) and tell others the "secret rules" of the united states."

They are all going to laugh at you!!! NOOoooo!!!

ok, so Reality (hiya, yeah, my ICQ is all jacked up too) shamed me into doing anuther entry since I'm all bored and am taking a bunch of cig breaks, and reading everyone else's diaries right now.

I'm really digging into these vanilla wafer thingys. I'm almost half empty.

Yeah, i'm eating a nutricious meal of vanilla and chocolate wafers today because Someone who will remain nameless but whose initials start with MY GIRLFRIEND forgot that they were borrowing my car today and didn't pick me up for lunch. Oh well, I'm certain she has a good excuse.

Well, I've been finding all sorts of cool quotes over these diary pages. They are pretty funny. I've been saving them over to notepad and using them for the 'quote of the entry' whenever I can't think of a quote that one of my friends say all the time which is funny.

I guess that perhaps my dream is a bit to scary for people to think of a response to, that or it's just to jumbled up to read and stuff because no one has randomly written me today about it. (it's in the previous entry though over there on the left).

I just found out that I may be moving up in the company if I play my cards right. And working for IBM.

My company is in a weird place right now. The technology industry is experiencing mergers with some scary companies (well, scary if you buy into all my conspiricy theories, but still scary if you try to think of why they would want to diversify like they are).

Look at the company Microsoft, right? They are a lumbering giant that is probably one of the best run companies in the technology field, if not the world. Well, they are getting broken up.

Look at Time-Warner. This is a merger of two companies, Time, a news agency, and Warner, an entertainment agency. Together, they own hundreds of teevee stations and news outlets. They are merging with AOL, which is a communications company. Sure, its the trailerpark of commincations, but it's pretty frickin big, nonetheless.

Why are the merging? Well, easy, controlling a third facet of the way and what kind of information you can see. AOL up that point was a relatively unattached news source if you look at the ownership. Not part of the problem. (that problem). Not putting out propaganda except the propaganda that helps out their own company. Not political propaganda like big ol' Time-Warner.

So now it's Time-Warner-AOL. And Sprint, ever-loving giant of a communications company Sprint. They are looking at merging with Time-Warner-AOL. So we have Time-Warner-AOL-Sprint communications. What is up with that? More consolidation of power.

In this other corner, we have two nicely sized productive, non part of the problem giants, Earthlink and Mindspring which just joined. Frickin thankfully they didn't dash their name together, they just call it Earthlink.

Sprint is looking at buying/merging with Earthlink. Sprint-Earthlink.

Off in an other unexplored corner of life is the company I work for, a very large computer reseller called CompUSA, which has deep partnerships with two companies. IBM and Compuserve. Who is Compuserve owned by? Time-Warner-AOL.

So thru some weird twist of fate, will I end up working for this conglomorate? This Time-Warner-AOL-Sprint-Earthlink-IBM-CompUSA company? What the heck will they call this company or are they going to keep hyphenating the name?

Why doesn't someone just break it up like they did to innocent little Microsoft.

Frickin retarded.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Didn't wear underwear to work today. Good feeling, but I get nervous about visible pee-pee drops on my long way back to the cube of mundane aloofness."

Credit Cards and Goat Cheese

Gosh, I can tell this is going to be a fairly long update. Lots of pointless stuff to put in here.

Dream. Owner.

The first thing I need to tell you about is this cool dude I heard on the radio as I came into work an hour or two late this morning. It's the new owner of the Dallas Mavericks. His name is Mark. He got drunnk on the radio this morning with Russ and Rich and Dan. Pretty cool. He's a multi-billionaire, he's one of the founders of Broadcast.com, which is one of the places I'm considering going to work. (the other is Mindspring, the other is Compucom).

But he got drunk this morning and was playing HORSIE with the dudes on the radio. It was cool. I may actually go to Mavs games now. Plus, if I go to the one on saturday, they have a free bar night for two hours after the game at the Mavs bar.

The other thing i was gonna talk about was my dream I had last night. I haven't had one like last night in a long time. It was like a movie. There were three main characters in it, and I really can't remember much from the beginning of it, but I can remember the very end. The dream kept repeating all night long

The three dudes were a) this one dude who had a hairdo like Hugh Grant might if he was playing a movie about the mid 1800's -- this guy was drunk all the time, an Irish dude who had some sort of affair going on with a 80 year old female senator (the three guys stayed at her mansion all the time), and this third dude who was a blondie (the irish dude had slightly thin wiry curly red hair), who also had an old school looking haircut.

I remember that the whole thing took place over a time period from a couple days before Christmas eve, (if not right on Christmas eve), to New Years eve. Sometimes the dream would take place from the point of view of the drunk guy.

The mansion we stayed at was right next door to this big assed mall. I think it was a mall. Either it was a school that was setup like a mall, or it was a mall. I think it was a mall with a principal or something weird like that.

But there were some definate bad dudes that wanted to screw up the mall. And I (as the drunk dude) was there to stop them. They drove monster trucks and drank Keystone. The drunk guy really didn't like that. He only liked expensive alcohol, so that's probably why they didn't get along. But I remember there was a big fight on Christmas eve where the drunk dude dressed up like santa and kicked a bunch of bad dude ass. It was so cool, because the principal of the mall gave me the key to it that night.

The same thing was going to happen on New Years eve, but the drunk dude was too busy getting drunk, and working on his new invention. I saw this close up cgi of it like you would in a video game that's trying to show off computer graphic rendering. What it did was create working credit cards (I assume for use at the mall) with no credit limit AND make goat chease at the same time.

The blonde guy thought it was an incredible idea and ran off into the next room to think about it. The irish dude thought it was a terrible idea, because he didn't like goat cheese.

Let me give you a description of the inside of the mansion and some of the stuff in the room where most of the things took place. In the mansion where that aforementioned scene took place, there were marble floors that were green, big thick expensive red velved curtains hung everywhere, and these marble pillars that were about five feet wide that started at about 5 feet away from the edge of the room and curved up and formed the rafters of the 18 foot lofted ceilings.

So anyways, the drunk dude, at the sound of the irish dude not liking his invention started to run with it (it was also on wheels. and made out of wood). He was going to ram it into one of the pillars. The irish dude looked back and yawned, then turned and started making out with this 80 year old female senator (uhg!!). Well, the drunk guy kept running for a while, till he finally hit the pillar.

It crumbled, tipped out and broke the wall behind it, which was an outside wall, and the support beam part of it made this taut steel breaking sound that you sometimes here in movies when bridges snap, and it took out part of the roof. It didn't even stop the two from their disgusting french kissing. I couldn't stand it any more, so I woke up, and it was 8:30. (I'm supposed to be in at 8:00).

Pretty silly, eh?

Anyways, expect an update from me later today. This promises to be a slow day, and I'm already up for a cig break.

Quote of the Entry: "Matt...you better freakin call me or i'm going to drive to OHIO and stab your eyes out. :) Really, I'll do it. Now that i have a car now, i can do things like that. " - plur324

/rizzn

What's this warm wetness?

I was just outside smoking some cigarettes talking with my buddy up here Chris. We were talking about our fubar'ed dreams last night. He was talking about this dream he had that he died, and he was in this hallway.

In this hallway was bunches and bunches of doors, each one had a point of light at the end of a tunnel in it. He was with a crowd of people that was eventually thinning out as they each went to a door of their own choosing.

Eventually, he chooses his door, and as soon as he went in two of these big darkly dressed men are like just walking behind him escorting him into this room where the light is coming from.

He gets in the room and the guys are gone and he's alone in this room, and he realizes that the point of light is just a painting, an optical illusion, and the room ends there.

He looks back at where he came from just in time to see the wall close out and seal up seamlessly. So now he's stuck in this seamless, rhomboid shaped room.

He thinks to himself, "Man this is fucked up." So he closes his eyes and tries to think of himself in a different place, and amazingly, he's immediately there. And every time he thought about being incarcerated again, there he was back in the room.

For a while we sat and analyzed the dream, and then I told him about mine (the description can be found over there to the left under the heading credit cards and goat cheese).

We were talking about analyzing the dreams, and then he gives me this priceless quote.

"Yeah, but those dreams where I'm in front of the toilet taking a leak, I've learned to watch out for those."

Heh. Chris is cool.

I'm going home, see you tomorrow.

Quote for the entry: "I'm out like a midget in a Big & Tall store."

Team Wank

This diary entry has been banned on over 13,000,000 planets! Get it now while you can.

I feel like being random and doing what they call a little stream of consciosness ... even more non-understandable than usual, kinda like the fellow i'm talking to currently with words of intel network cards and problems with his j drive what a fruit loop and then i

screw that. I'm not feeling random enough, Maybe some other time.

You know, I've got this question for ya. Why do people pretend to not care what other people think? I care. A large part of my personality is based on the fact that I care what other people think of me.

Smoke break. be back in a few.

Wow, that was a long smoke break. I like it that way. BTW, anyone that's calling me for the next few minutes probably won't get a hold of me because I'm avoiding this certain user that's calling back. She is dumb.

Okay, successfully avoided that one. I'm going to try to avoid a full day's work at all costs today. So far it's working well. I'm going to make a scene with a bunch of action figures on my cube desk. It'll be cool.

When does today end? it will never do so, and forever, groundhog day will be happenning in my cube. deja vu and stuff. I'm here forever and ever and yadda ....

Okay, enough sillieness. I'm going back to sleep.

Quote of the entry: "Where I am, financially, emotionally, physically, mentally is EXACTLY where I was one year ago today. Time flies when you are doing nothing."

Alone cannot you it resist

Good morning, ever'budy....

I changed my imood this morning. Because I'm no longer feeling 'introspective'. Yesterday was a bust. My girlfriend and my roomate were talking the night before last, and kept me up 'til 4 am so I didn't come into work yesterday because I know what happens when I come in from a late night, and I figured I'd sleep much better in my own bed than the cubicle, seeing as I don't have my cot and curtains set up here like I keep wanting to.

So that's why I didn't update yesterday, faithful viewers.. ;-)

I asked my boss today if I could wear swords to work, because I'm an apprentice samurai now, and he said no, that would violated company dress codes. I don't see what the big deal is, but I guess until I become a full fledged samurai, I shouldn't have to worry about carrying my swords anyways.

The people in the office are trying to establish that Jeff and Erin are alter-ego's of each other, like Andy Kaufman and Tony Clifton. Funny stuff.

Today is a slow day on the fones. Which is egg-sell-ent. I'm happy about that. Lots of time to update my diary, catch up on email, and talk and smoke. Woo hoo.

I'm not hungry this morning, no sir, I have to big boxes of chocolate and vanilla wafers, which I eat with coffee, and it makes me not so hungry. My girlfriend finally got not only one job acceptance, but two. She's probably going to be making more money than me, if she takes the job at CompUCom or whatever it is. Which means I've got to start looking for a new job. ;-) All my friends are moving into a new income bracket it looks like, so I don't want to get left behind. My friend D. makes 40k, my girl will be making 30k, my roomate will be making 30k-40k, I'm down here at 28k. Not good, my friends, not good. It's ok, I've got a job I'm considering doing NT security for 60k, I'll see how that goes.

Crap, fone call, brb. -- I had to put that person on hold, he was getting too irate for me. He needs to groove out to some hold music and mellow out. Smoke some doja, come together, got to love some one right now and stuff.

My he handled that pretty poorly. If someone told me that I could take it easy for 3 weeks while my printer got sent in for repair and I was still getting paid for it, I'd jump around for joy. This dude was all hacked off. What's up with that? Some people are too wound up for their own good.

Quote for the entry: "I'm not here to do good, I'm just here to do my job." - Phillip Thompson

Hulkmania!!

I can't stand people who bash Republicans.

Check out this quote I got off of someone's diary page today: "i'm all for making up words, but people in the public eye, who are trying to win my vote, should at least have a basic grasp of the english language. the word he was looking for was undoubtedly stealthy (pun intended). after catching the mistake, i wish i had also caught the name of the candidate. oh please tell me it was a republican. "

What in the hell is that supposed to mean? People with this type of mentality are so ignorant, in my opinion. So much of this world is so close minded. Usually the most close minded of all are the ones who purport to have the most open minds of all. My girlfriend is like this -- she blindly accepts the fact that she will never believe like I believe with out even considering seriously my arguements.

Let me say this: I am not a republican. Personally, I believe that all republicans and democrats are exactly the same. Their money comes from the very same source, I won't get into all my conspiracy beliefs right now, but don't worry, I'm sure you guys will get treated to them sometime soon. But that' s how I feel. Plus it's true.

People who bash Republicans are usually people who are Liberals. (unless they are like me and bash both partisan organizations equally). But liberals are supposed to be open minded, right? So why do they discount what a Republican has to say out of hand just because it came out of a Republican's mouth? That sounds pretty open minded to me. No really, it does.

Who am I voting for in the next presidential elections? Hulk Hogan.

happy birfday to mwa

Well, seems like everyone but me had a bad weekend/morning. But my birthday was relatively cool.

Saturday I spent most of the day with my lovely girlfriend. We talked a bunch about bullshit and then we ate at Denny's. (which reminds me I'm really hungry. I hope someone on this fone gets done talking so I can go make oatmeal). But then I headed over to my parents house and got there at about 6:30. My sister was insistant in her mind that I wasn't arriving until Sunday, and so she had gone out on a date that night with some dude that looked vaguely familiar to me, but was clearly a nerd. ;-) which is cool I guess, but whatever. My sister goes out with tons of guys now, it seems. She was hanging out with this one other dude that I had never met last week, now she's all about this guy.

Anyway, after I got there, me and my family minus my sister went to Olive Garden. It was cool. Unfortunately I didn't consume alcoholic beverages that night because of 2 primary reasons: a) my parents and gramma were there and b) I wasn't actually 21 until Sunday. Oh well, wine gives me a headache anyways.

I went home and opened my presents. My gramma and aunt got me a membership to AAA roadside assistance, which I desperately need, given my record of roadside breakdowns. My parents got me an alarmclock, two pair of jeans, and my sister bought me the Matrix on video.

I slept in my own bed. It was nice. Sleeping in your home bed is one of the nicest things in the world, I haven't slept that well in ages.

Sunday morning I had some nice breakfast my dad made and went to cheeeurch with the family. It was alright. I've always contended that my home church is one of the best in the world for a number of reasons. For one people aren't sheep there. It's an advanced thinking church. It's a non-denominational church, so it's not bogged down by dogma. Anyways, good church. The sermon was about Ephessians chapter 4. Very good. It was a reminder to me and a little bit of comfort that there still is hope for me.

(geeze, doesn't anyone else take calls around here besides me? this is pathetic!)

I hung out and watched the Cowboys throw away a superbowl in their wildcard matchup against the Vikings with my parents. Pathetic as well.

Then I went and hung out with my lifelong buddies, Jeff and Ryan Laepple. We went and watched Galaxy Quest, a stupid but funny movie.

Then I got the roundup on everyone else's shitty weekend.

Exhibit A) My girlfriend got robbed by some dumbass crackheads. Her car had broken down in the ghetto. And some 'nice' crackheads came over to fix it for her, and I don't know what they did but they did get the car running. Of course, they wanted some money for crack. So she gives them her last dollar. Apparently they didn't like that and stole her cigs and a forgotten 5 dollar bill out of her car. So when I call her from home 100 miles away, she's niccing out and unstable -- it's generally a bad deal all around.

Exhibit B) On my way into town, I inadvertantly stop at the same gas station my girlfriend had her problems at. I went and bought my beer & cigs, and came back to my car and that damn crackhead that had been standing there was washing my windows. So I gave him my quarter so he'd go away, and as he reaches to shake my hands he fucking palms my rings!!! But because he's such a crackhead, he dropped them both. I told him to get the fuck out, and he ran away like a scared doggie.

Exhibit C) My roomate crackbaby got a call from his contract agency saying he was terminated for multiple reasons this morning. They wouldn't explain these reasons.

Exhibit D) Our fourth roomate, solo exceptional, has decided to hang in Cali. for a Quzar (or however you spell it) tournament for the past week. That would normally be ok except when rent is due. We got an eviction notice because he didn't pay the rent like he was supposed to before he left.

Welp, that's the round up. Later today I'll probably ramble on some more. See you then. (hi call volume day today, so it'll prolly be short.)

Facing Death

My god this sucks, this is the third time I've written this frickin entry today. One more and I give up. This sucks so much.

Well this is a much more angry version of the entry, but hopefully I'll calm down some. This user barking in my ear isn't helping matters either

[rizzn takes several deep breaths]

Well, I think this was the paragraph where I talked about my birthday being Sunday. I'm 21 and I'm finally legal and stuff. I'm probably, well, no probably, I am spending that weekend with my parents.

Great, I'm trying to type here and all the credit cards for the entire company go down. Sheesh, I'll be back in a second.

<20 minutes later>

Finally cleared out the queue.

What's funny is that a year ago, almost exactly, I was totally straight edge. And I got converted to the dark side after I lost the best job of my life to corporate bulldrek, when my two homies, Crackbaby and Lumpy told me to close my eyes, and stick out my tongue. Paper.

It began a short downward spiral in my life, but once that got in check, I've had few regrets. For one, I'm glad I waited till I was outta my parents house. But my entertainment doesn't put me in the poorhouse, I'm not addicted, and so I'm generally ok with it. Sure it clashes with my beliefs, but after a year, I still have not reconciled it with myself yet, but pretty much I'm ok.

The only thing I regret was starting smoking. Not because its a nasty habit, or that it's expensive or anything like that, but because my parents sheltered me from smoking my whole life, and and I still chose to smoke. I mean my dad quit for me, my grandpa did, no one was allowed to smoke near me, horrible that I'm smoking now.

Gahh, too many calls from stupid people. It's a fricking computer store chain, can't you people figure it out yourselves?

Well, I'm getting tired of writing the same stuff over and over again, I've written this same entry three times now, so I'm going to take a smoke break.

Please email me, I'm very lonely up here at work.

"The foremost concern of a warrior, no matter what his rank, is how he will behave at the moment of his death. No matter how eloquent and intelligent you may normally seem to be, if you lose composure on the brink of death and die in an unseemly manner, you previous good conduct will all be in vain, and you will be looked down upon by serious people. This is a very disgraceful thing."

Let's all just move to SanFrancisco

hideeho there neighbors and neigborettes....

I'm at work still trying desparately to avoid accomplishing anything. Not very samurai of me, but, well, whatever. I've got to figure out a time in my life when I'm ready to switch over to samurai mode so I can make a clean cut. But I don't think I'm ready yet in all facets of my life.

I just got back from my 3 smoke break in as many hours. (I get the feeling this is one of those areas I shouldn't be honest in because of what if my boss was reading this. aww heck, he probably wouldn't care).

Everyone confides in me stuff they shouldn't. I don't know why. There's this girl that sits in the cube next to me who is breaking up with her boyfreind here pretty soon and I think she's trying to size me up for her next boyfriend. If she had asked me before I met my current one it might be a different story, but I've already got a perfectly acceptable girlfriend now. This girl makes me uncomfortable.

ooh, i love it when people hang up on me. saves me the trouble of hanging up on them.

I'm playing Xenogears again at home, one of the best damn RPGS for a console based gaming system ever made.

I'm bored. I think I'm going to go break something.

At any rate, I hope someone emails me that reads this. I want to be famous. I want to be a big star, like Mr. Jones or something (nod to Counting Crows)

There shouldn't be anything behind this link. Just move along people.

Well well well, after way too long, rizzn desides to go back online. today was fun. fun fun fun.

I've been online, just not with an online presense in a while.

I'm undecided whether or not this diary will be public. My last one was, and no one ever went to that one either, so I doubt its a big deal if this one is or not.

Well, invisible audience, this is me, Master Rizzn. I am an ardent Christian, I live with my best friend, Crackbaby, an atheist, Phitt, an agnostic, and Solo Exceptional, a Jehova's Witness. Oh, and my girlfriend is an ex-pagan catholic agnostic. So I've got my religious bases covered there.

I work at the corporate offices of a major retail chain, in the IS department. I'm underpaid, underappreciated, and one of the leaders of our department, known as Team Wank.

Gahh, I just realized that by entering my well known nickname on this page, I'm not going to be able to be very honest in all things, due to my nature of not wanting to offend people.

Well, anyways, keep that in mind.

My girlfriend is really cool. I met her on September 16th. This is going to rank as one of my longer relationships, I can tell. The only time we ever argue is when we want to. It's fun, sometimes. We clash philosophically by nature, she's got incredibly liberal points of view, and I have very conservative ones. But that doesn't bother me. I sometimes wish she could be Christian, but I can only hope that my lifestyle can serve as an example, and she won't be able to 'figure me out,' so to speak without having God as part of the equation.

I'm training myself to become a Samurai. My roomate phitt got me a book called Code of the Samurai, transladed from the Japanese original written by Bushido Shoshinshu of Taira Shigesuke. Samurai's are always crazy. And very dedicated. But no one ever messes with a Samurai. And Samurai's have stories written about them. Plus they carry ~two~ swords, not just one. My role-model in the samurai world is Rouroni Kenshin.

"On the warrior's path, only three things are considered essential: loyalty, duty, and valor."

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Howdy Rizznites. This is the place where I publish my CDs. That's right! Free downloads for you leaches out there.

Right now, I'm trying a new distribution method called Hamachi. You can read more about it right here, but here's the directions on how to download the stuff quick and dirty:

Download Instructions
1) Go to www.hamachi.cc and download the latest version here.
2) Next (once it's completely installed and set up), click on the following URL: file:////5.4.205.233/djRizznSTTMC for the latest CD, or right-click and save the files from the detailed track listing below.
1 & 2) Hamachi Sucks. Download the zip file here for the full cd.
3) Listen to the MP3s
4) Comment and/or email me and tell me what you think.

New Single as of 10.09.05 : Basket Case (Kool Kannon Remix)

Soundtrack To My Car : DJ Rizzn (download full album here)
Contains tracks by DJ Rizzn, Meigh, Laurent Strickland, Louis Hebb & Peter Hitt.
1. My Fury: A remix I did for a contest that ended up coming out quite original. The vocals were uncredit public domain, all instrumentation is my own.
2. Southeast: A mix I made back in 1999 or 2000, with some assistance from Peter Hitt and Louis Hebb. My first foray into acoustic djing.
3. End Takes Care: Another song that was acoustically inspired by Southeast. I get accused of mocking a lot of 80's music with this tune.
4. Take You There: A mix I made to go with the lyrics written and sung by a girl named Meigh. She's got a good voice and mysterious writing style. She told me that she wrote these lyrics when she was a little girl, and used to sing it to herself when she was on the playground.
5. Far North: Yet another song inspired by Southeast. As you can tell at the time I was a little hard up for song titles, but the song itself is fairly original. It has a familiar ring to it for most people, they can't quite place it where they've heard it before. I don't know why since it's completly an original piece.
6. Yellow Ghost: This is what I like to call electronic emo. I'm not sure where the style came from, but once again the lyrics and singing came from the beautiful talent known only as Meigh.
7. Discernment: Of all the songs on the CD, this one had the most collaborators and spent the longest time on the shelf before I finally ended up producing it last year. On vocals is a girl that made my six month stay in Ft. Worth in 2001 non-maddening, Lauren Strickland. The author of the lyrics is a great friend of my old Dallas clique named 'Rissa Winland. Of course, I did the mixing. The original recording was so bad that I shelved it until I could improve my mastering skills enough to make a good version of the song. I think, all in all, it turned out great.
8. Leylines: This is actually the title track off of Riz Mix 2: Leylines, the one that had the blue porno chick on the front (for you long time collectors, you know the one I'm talking about). The ending of it has actually been modified from the original CD, as the voices used to be up in a higher pitch to allow for a smooth transition into Halcyon On and On, but I think as a standalone it sounds better with it down low.
9. Slimee Is a Flatworm: I've dated some crazy-ass women, but this crazy song was dedicated to the craziest woman I EVER dated. Ever. I sang the vocoded lyrics on the CD.
10. Outback: the only song I've ever mixed using a Digeree-doo.
11. Black Beans: a mashup of a couple obscure ambient tunes.
12. You Didn't Think I Was Listening, Did You?: a hidden track from the CD. I recorded it off a hidden mike in Ricky McGill's office (Ricky is a partner in AACS).

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FlyDLUX Collection

Over time, it has become apparent that I will not stop getting requests for FlyDLUX information. I have collected here all the FlyDLUX info from my blog, and I will occasionally add things as I learn about them. It is important to note that I'm not the best source of information, but I do understand that I might be the only one for most people. I don't mind discussing it with the occasional random caller, but keep in mind I don't keep in close contact with Rabbi Finkelstein any longer.

FlyDLUX Related: Khashoggi retires from Earthshell Corp. board - 07/08/2005
FlyDLUX Update - 11/20/2004
FlyDLUX Update - 08/12/2004
Resignation Reiteration - 02/02/2004
For those seeking restitution - 01/27/2004
Letter from Bobbye Finkelstein - 01/22/2004
Horrible News on the FlyDLUX Front - 01/20/2004
FlyDLUX Update - 11/27/2003
Robin Kish - Fact Checker Extraordinairre - 11/15/2003
Feelings on the WFOR FlyDLUX Report - 11/13/2003
FlyDLUX Grand Send-off - 11/13/2003
FlyDLUX/Derrick Update - 10/23/2003
FlyDLUX Press Release - 10/15/2003
More FlyDLUX Stuff - 10/15/2003
The continuing saga of FlyDLUX - 10/01/2003
Days and days of nothing - 10/01/2003
FlyDLUX Update - 09/24/2003
FlyDLUX Update - 09/20/2003
Moose Turd Pie - 09/12/2003

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