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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

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- 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.]