Being Louis has its benefits

Dear Diary,

I think to get the proper amount of sleep from now on I need to start going to bed around 7 pm and wake up at 8am. I dunno. I'm sleepy all the time.

Anyways.

I was in a pisser of a mood this morning. My mom had sent me this stupid Dilbert cartoon making fun of me, and then I was all tired and pissed off at the world and I was all congested.

Then crackbaby gave me some decongestant.

And assured me that I could get some maguritas after work, no problem.

And suddenly (after a power nap), the day seemed all better!

So rest assured, I'm not going to turn into one of those whiney goth diary writing beeatches that you get tired of reading. I'm just going thru some changes right now and I need you all to be real understanding and .... heheh.. just kidding. I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

We are thinking about making one of roommates a bitch and becoming peeumps. Okay, well, it's phitt. It'd be funny, he already has the being effeminate part down, I guess. Just needs the equiptment.

Earning a Rock-Tha-Fsck-On from Crackbaby, I'm now quitting while I'm ahead.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "I guess being Louis has it's benefits. "
- crackbaby

Don't take no Crap from Dilbert

Dear Diary,

Blah blah blah.

Three simple words can sum up the day up until now. How can so much ice evaporate in so little time. I'm really unhappy about the whole deal. I've finally caught everyone else's in the apartment's sinus infection just as I was about to get over my cold, but because of my weakened immune system currently because of said cold, I caught it, so now I am a veritable snot fountain.

Great.

And then CBL comes up and slaps me on the back of the head for not asking him to go down with him on a smoke. ouch.

So now my brain hurts. How's that for a condition?

Last night I went and played in the chuck-e-cheese playtown equiptment, you know, the colorful tubes and slides and pools of balls. (That sounds really sick when you take it out of context, I'm sure. Pools of balls).

But I have adorned my office a bit more. I now have a Kenshin calendar in Japanese, and a Vash the Stampede action figure on my desk. I now have identified myself as the anime guy in the office to anyone who knows these characters.

Which is Crackbaby. and me. Gosh our office is so lame.

I have been feeling especially drained of energy lately. I need to kick this cold, but I think it's getting better now. I hope it hasn't mutated into something incurable. I want to be famous, sure, but not for being a breeding ground for disease.

Rizzn, the walking plague. heh.

They decided to make me put forth a nominal effort today. It seems I'm HTML bitch today. I get to layout pages.

This is the sort of thing that made me quit my last webmastering job.

I saw an offer on monster that was for like $75,000 bucks to do WML. WML, for those who don't know, is Wireless Markup Language. It's the crap that comes up on your fone when you surf the web unless you have a baddass Nokia 9000 like me.

It's the easiest markup language there is. The manual is like 3 pages long. Ridiculous.

I might take the job, but I really don't want to be bored out of my skull.

Or I might take this job being a VB programmer for 100k a year.

Challenge my brain a bit and double my salary.

Someone was talkign about developing for Sun here in the metroplex up at work, doing VB for Sun work for $100k+.

I might do that.

All I know is that my salary, however nice it may be, is apparently cutting my worth in half. Grr..

Maybe I should just stick it out and clean up my appearance and go into management. I could do that. All you have to do is act stupid all the time.

I swear if I read another Dilbert cartoon, I'll hurt someone. Too much representation of real life. But maybe I'm looking for an excuse to hurt someone.

Rizzn is in a pissy mood, can you tell?

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Don't take no crap from nobody."
- Norm MacDonald's dad in Dirty Work

A Very Neil Diamond Christmas

Dear Diary,

I just found an interesting rumor on the net today that makes me smile!

Neil Diamond may be putting out some new music! He's supposed to be on the soundtrack for Saving Silverman. So if anyone wants to get that for my birthday (January 9), it should be out then.

I also read that the former bandmember for Neil Diamond, Randy Cierly-Sterling has his own web page now: go to it here and read about his rough life. He's paralyzed from the waste down now and it's a sad sad state of affairs.

I'm dehydrated this morning from a hard night of drinking two maguritas last night, and am in search of some beverages this morning and not finding any. So sad.

Actually I'm just killing time till my mobile fone charges up and then I'm going to hit the road and get some errands done. I can do this now, because I have a car, and am no longer bound to the whims of others!!! it rulez.

Oh, and also I just found out about Neil Diamond: Columbia Records just renewed his contract up until 2010. He's signed on until he dies, I would imagine!

I think I am going to get my mom a Neil Diamond CD for Christmas just because she is the only person in the WORLD who likes him more than I. Awesome. I love early morning musings.

I'm going to go see my adopted niece tonight. I haven't seen her since she was 18 months old and now she's 6 years old. She doesn't even remember me. That's a crazy thought, but hey, it should prove interesting.

Christmas time is a fun time. I don't care what anyone else says. Things happen at this time of year that never happen any other time. It is at least cool for that reason alone.

I'm rambling. I'll sign off now..

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Hmm..what else of non-relevance can I think to include in this hodgepodge entry?"
- kelly

Sucky Sucky (day) from Ol' Tiamat

Dear Diary,

What's new? Me and this Chinese lady are the only people at work today I think. Crackbaby didn't come, he got sick.

What have I done lately? Not update, that's for sure. Heheh, sorry. Lack of motivation to do ... anything ... way too apparent lately. They say that's a sign of depression, but I don't think I'm depressed. I don't think I'm really much of anything besides apathetic or something.

I went and registered holgersheroes.com in honor of our dear team leader Holger Greif (sounds like grife not greef - however, the prior would be more appropriate than the former).

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hours later ...

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That was a good nap. I've really got to start watching my naptimes more carefully. People are starting to notice. Dangit.

It would be neat if I could start getting more sleep at night. What a concept. I feel like I've been walking around like a zombie, lately.

In other news, I got a car Tuesday, and it looks really pimp for what it is .. it's a 1990 Buick LeSabre, in pristine condition.

I was just told by the president (of our company), even though he and I are the only people here, I need to stay until 3:00 because a very important client is coming over and he at least wants to show some staff. Maybe this will be a chance for me to kiss up and look important. Perhaps I shouldn't nap for a while.

:: song in my head : cracklin' rose (you make me smile) by neil diamond ::

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several more hours later

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Just got back from Whopper Land. I have been chatting with Skunk_Girl, who has pretty much moved on to a pitas journal instead of a d*land diary. That OK, just go and abandon us.

OH well.

Well, after my naps, my lunch, and my smoke... I have all this energy, and nothing to do with it. Maybe I should go bother someone else and prevent them from looking busy.

Audi 5000

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Now let me preface the rest of this with a little rant since everyone seems to be in the rant mode as of late i wont bore you with how special my rants are or how fierce i am in aspect when i recite them. lets just say that Tiamat himself would be ready to give me a little sucky sucky if he saw my face during one of these little moments."
- dread

Things I do for fun.

Dear Diary,

Well, I updated the TXDiarylander's page. In case you weren't aware, I made a little site on my new domain that is for people in TX on Diaryland to congregate (hence the name). It has a little message board feature on it now so we can talk to each other in a manner other than say email or something. It allows HTML, so you are able to fugg it up pretty badly if you want, as well.

What did I do this weekend. Well besides get pissed off at both the Sims and Red Alert 2, and work on my scripts, not much.

I ordered some pizza just now. I'm fairly hungry and could use nourishment.

I eat now. I talk here later. Bubye!

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "I'm sure everyone will be making fun of me on Monday. Hooo-ray. I kept asking Tim if I made an ass out of myself. He said I wasn't tooooo bad.
Course he was just happy because he got a blow job on the way home."
- reality

My New Song. Is Great.

[rizzn's note @ 1/19/2007: this song is no longer available on TraxInSpace's label. You can now find it on the most recent CD in the music section Soundtrack to My Car]

Dear Diary,

I added a new song to my collection last night. Bradley the roommate and I decided to remix a song from my past. Please go download it and if you have time click on the review section and write a comment.

Tell me what you think of my redeaux. (sorry it isn't Britney Spears).

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "and there i stand. before you. naked. nothing on. except for the knee high boots."
- ladiebug

Hype and Suck

Dear Diary,

Today was a sh!tty day.

We went out for lunch, Buzzkill Will, Crackbaby, Ferrill and I. (that's will's new name now, btw)

We all smoked out. Probably for the last time. BKW decided he was going to bitch about not getting high on his J, and then he proceded to bitch about how he's mr. big man and doesn't want to get in trouble by smoking at work or talking at work.

So the rest of the day we spent in complete silence. I have to office with this fscker. I thought he was cool and all. I guess not.

Gahh, this stupid house mix is crap in my ears. Must change now.

Ahh better, Neil Diamond. Cracklin rose, you do make me smile.

You got the way to make me happy. Cracklin rose your a store bought woman, but you make me hum like a guitar strummin. Play it now bayyy beee!

Well, anyways, other than that and everyone suddenly wanting to quit at work, nothing big happenned today.

I'm still happy with my $9000 raise and $2100 bonus. Life is good in that respect.

Yes. I'm boasting.

I'm out.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "My day at work, unfortunately, was not all it was cracked up to be from the start, and it wasn't given any hype. "
- crackbaby

nogginmango drunkparty funhappity

Dear Diary,

Crazy night at the company party. You know the things that movies are made of? You know, the ones that your mom watch about husbands that cheat on wives. At say company Christmas parties?

Hehe, our boss and the Russian chick at work.

Yep we spied them getting it on in the car next to us. Of course we were smoking out at the time. Heheh.

Our fun of course started at lunch time, when we went out to get adult beverages and burgers.

We then smoked out on the way to the company meeting. I then drank during the meeting. Then I proceeded to drink after the company meeting, during the actual party. And then we drove to the office, smoking out. Then we sat and watched our boss and the russian chick get it on. Then I came to sit down here and type it out.

At the company meeting, our president was high, and our vp was drunk. Have you ever met a drunk Pakistani? It's a fscking riot. (not as much funny about a stoned jew, our president, but a drunk pakistani vp is funny - no offense, just personal opinion).

Our team lead got real serious on us for a minute talking about our bitching that we recieved earlier last week. Sort of an "I love you man, no man, really I love you man," wayne and garth type moment.

Our German project manager guy scared us by talking about killing little children on planes and then smiling about it.

There probably some other scary moments of the night that I don't currently remember just because the night seemed a bit hazy. And I think that's what everyone there I can think of is hopiing for. Hazy memories tomorrow. Cuz it's only Monday, and we gotta go to work tomorrow!

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "say it maaannnngggooooo"

- Dread

Cotten Candy, I said. Whazzup I cried.

Dear Diary...

I just downloaded a bunch of Neil Diamond music and had fun riding the train to downtown and back.

I like intellectual discourse.

It's amazing how similar in integral ways two people can be and yet be such starkly different individuals. There are so many variances in what makes a human that two with even genetically identical structures could never have the same personality and thought process. That makes us special.

Anyways, I got to most the emails I think. Accounts on Whazzup are still available.

And I love listening to Neil Diamond.

I am, I cried,

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Yes, I am so hot....that I shit cotton candy!
- goldenmonkey

Ohh, man, put that arm down.

Dear Diary,

Sorry that I've been MIA the last few days. I bought a game called Shen Mue (shen moo) and it has taken up my life just like the commercial says. However I finished it and my life can now proceed like normal.

It basically is like playing an episodic story/cartoon/movie or something -- miniseries I guess -- about this boy who is essentially a Samurai. This is who I want to be. Ryo Huruki.

So in my first step to be a samurai, I bought a shirt with my *other* favorite samurai on it, Rouroni Ken-shin.

At any rate, the story follows his day to day life from November 23, 1986 to January 8, 1987 (it could possibly be later, that's just how many days of game time it took for me to finish)... At any rate, it follows this boy's life after his father is killed in a Chinese gang related killing. His dad was killed by a Chinese gang leader named Lan Di in a karate battle.

Ryo was there to witness it and vowed vengence for his father against Lan Di.

If you own a Dreamcast you need to get this game, I'm not kidding.

Buy a Dreamcast if you don't have one. Just for this game.

Anyway, the story had all it's little twists and turns and Ryo starts growing into this little badass. Plus he has this little romantic interest on the side, it's all very touching. Tug on the heartstrings and still kick the bad guy's butts type game. Typical quality RPG material.

The level of detail is what really seals the deal on this game. If it were just the story that was badass, it might be somewhat easier to put the game down at the end of the day, but what has kept me up till 4 am every night playing the game is the fact that I really feel like I become this guy, y'know. You see everything he does, you train your skills, you wake up in the morning, you feed the kitten (you raise a kitty in the game as well).

Good stuff.

And best of all it's only the first of 6 chapters. They are coming out with more soon.

Anyways, that's what I've been doing. Now that I've finished the game, I'm going to check out the bonus CD then I'm probably going back to work on whazzup.org in my spare time.

Which reminds me, I have two new features on the site. One is TXDiarylanders, which kindof makes fun of Diaryland and TXRavers in a lighthearted non insulting way, two things I belong to on the internet. Also it's a place for people who live in Texas to identify themselves so we know where each other is and stuff.

Also I have this message board thing I'm not sure what I'm going to do with yet.

Post some ideas on it. Or something. An. Stuff.

I wanna be a big star. I wanna have groupies. I think that would be fun, for a while at least.

I think me email account at work got deleted. I seem to be unable to get mail from any location anymore. Hrmm.

Send me mail. I promise today I'll respond to the mail I have. If you promise to send me more. Send it to my shoutmail account since I seem to be unable to set up a working email server for whazzup. (sorry). I'm still working on it.

Hey me amigos. You need to have an account on whazzup to be cool. So send me an email and I'll get you an account on it.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "The page cannot be displayed"

- crackbaby

Don't wear underwear you java programmers.

Dear Diary,

I just got back from work.

Yes, it's Saturday.

And I just got back from work. And not only did I just get back from work on a Saturday, I worked more on this Saturday then I do on most weekdays. Explain that to me!

Essentially my weekend was stolen from me. And guess who stole it from me. Just take a guess. Come on. I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count.

No, not the Hamburgler.

No, it wasn't Lacey the Fruitfly. Who the hell is that?

Okay fine, I'll tell you as you are obviously on the wrong track. It's those freaking Java programmers.

They keep screwing me after they've even left the company! They fscked up their side of the program so much that the whole thing needs a rewrite ... and the program goes into production on Tuesday.

Needless to say, we stripped a lot of functionality out of the program.

A lot.

Which makes me look bad and everything. Because my program is just a backend to that. It's the face on my program. They screwed it up. Aarrrghth..

Okay. Pleasant thoughts.

I got to meet mangledoll this weekend. She's cool as shit. She needs to hang out with us more. 'nuff said.

Hrmm.. what else. I'm really tired and I need a nap. However, booradley's birthday blowout part 2 awaits. He's 21 now, you know. *evil grin*.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Isn't It About Time You Gave Up Underwear? (TM)
- Slogan from National Commando Day

MAtties tent!

Dear Diary.

Tent. yeah there are monsters in the tent, like the jumping bean.

jump jump jump jumping... jumping jumping!

bwaaaah!

a story. i wanna tent. gotta get a tent.

i can't eat the mangledoll bracelet. it's really hard to eat it.

and that's it.

love mattie

Barbie's Wish List

Barbie's Letter To Santa:





Dear Santa,



Listen you fat little troll, I've been helping you out every year, playing at being the perfect Christmas Present, wearing skimpy bathing suits in frigid weather, and drowning in fake tea from one too many tea parties, and I hate to break it to ya Santa, but IT'S DEFINITELY PAY BACK TIME! There had better be some changes around here this Christmas, or I'm gonna call for a nationwide meltdown (and trust me, you won't wanna be around to smell it). So, here's my holiday wish list for 2000 Santa.

1. A nice, comfy pair of sweat pants and a frumpy, oversized sweatshirt. I'm sick of looking like a hooker. How much smaller are these bathing suits gonna get? Do you have any idea what it feels like to have nylon and velcro up your butt?

2. Real underwear that can be pulled on and off.

Preferably white.

What bonehead at Mattel decided to cheap out and MOLD imitation underwear to my skin?!? It looks like cellulite!

3. A REAL man... maybe GI JOE. Hell, I'd take Tickle-Me-Elmo over that wimped-out excuse for a boytoy Ken. And what's with that earring anyway? If I'm gonna have to suffer with him, at least make him (and

me) anatomically correct.

4. Arms that actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away once he is anatomically correct.

5. Breast reduction surgery. I don't care whose arm you have to twist,just get it done.

6. A jog-bra. To wear until I get the surgery.

7. A new career. Pet doctor and school teacher just don't cut it.

How about a systems analyst? Or better yet, a public relations senior account exec!

8. A new, more 00'persona. Maybe "PMS Barbie,"

complete with a

miniature container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a bag of chips; "Animal Rights Barbie," with my very own paint gun, fitted with a fake fur coat, bottle of spray on blood and handcuffs; or "Stop Smoking Barbie," sporting a Nicotrol patch and equipped with several packs of gum.

9. No more McDonald's endorsements. The grease is wrecking my vinyl.

10. Mattel stock options. It's been 37 years - I think I deserve it.

Okay Santa, that's it. Considering my valuable contribution to society, I don't think these requests are out of line.

If you disagree, then you can find yourself a new bitch for next Christmas.

It's that simple.



Yours Truly,

Barbie

rebut dis but

Dear Diary,

This is an excerpt from a Reuters news article:\

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During the arguments, the justices did not say how they would rule in Bush's appeal aimed at taking away hundreds of hand-counted votes that could help Gore win. The justices by their questions appeared closely divided on the issues.

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Don't try to tell me that media isn't biased.

That should have read:

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During the arguments, the justices did not render a decision on Bush's appeal to take the standard vote count as opposed to Gore's mandated hand recounts, as to interrupt the arguments and render a decision so would be deviation from 200 years of supreme court practices.

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Basically, that paragraph was thrown in to get a dig on Bush, from what I can tell.

Stupid media stupids.

Not like I really care about Bush or anything, but I hate it when idiots who work in the press use the platform they have to report to turn it into their own soapbox. It's not what they are hired to do... they have editorialists for that crap. Not what you are supposed to do with a front page article.

Idiots.

I'm just pissed because I'm sick as a dog, my car got towed yesterday, and i had to pay 500 bucks to get my cel fone turned on.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Anyway, sorry about that, regular readers, I had to rebut."
- reality

[ed: heh .. rebut.]