weird you

Dear Diary,

Hey Diary, what's happening.

I'm fscking tired from staying up all night last night and taking intermittent naps all day. I feel kinda loopy which is odd since I'm not on anything. Natural high. Whatever.

Why was I up all night last night? Because I was working on this song: Dido's Thank You.

I urge you all to go download this song because I think it's the best thing I've done yet. Which isn't saying much but hey, everyone has given it rave reveiews so far.

So I'm sitting here waiting for a chick to call me and some people to get back to the apartment so I can have fun tonite. Will it happen? Will it fall thru? I don't know! That's the magical interestingness of my life!

Apparently due to me, everyone at WIT is going to get fired. I can say this, I sure have mixed emotions about this. The people who are true fscks up there are going to be duely punished, and I think the sh!t that's going wrong up there is being discovered, but on the other hand, Crackbaby stands to lose his job due to this.

Otherwise I'd be grinning ear to ear about that. Single-handedly taking down an 11 million dollar a year company, that's quite an accomplishment.

What's the offense? In some javascripts on the last project I worked on, I had variable names like HulkHogan, JakeTheSnake, rubberdonkey, yix, and yax.

Apparently during the code review, Finland had a sh!t fit, told the IT director at Nokia that they were going to fire him and the whole WIT team if they weren't changed by Monday.

So CBL is stuck doing all the changes on it.

He's not really happy about this if you can imagine.

I'm tired. I'm going to go rest on the couch until someone comes here.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "2 hours later I return to this. And I have no idea what I was writing about. Um. Yeah. Weird."- crackbaby

Giggling Things

Dear Diary,

I went out on that date with the chick who gave me her number at the party at the chick across the street's house. Not the girl who took me to the club but the girl who I talked to all nite.

She's pretty cool, and stuff. And we still had things left over to talk about when the night was over, but she seems to be the type who can't stand the akward silences, which is something that doesn't bother me. I like time to think and analyze to myself because if you aren't silent sometimes, you aren't learning.

I also hung out with Sam today, which is cool. We went out to the cafe brasil, and we saw carolanne and amy as well while we were out. I think I've consumed more caffeine today then I've consumed in days and days.

I also updated my diary layout a little bit to include all the new folks in me life that are online with dland. I'm not sure how I feel about that becaus3e of the whole idea of having a diary is that you put thoughts in it that other people don't normally see. But then I figure, I've known most of these people long enough that anything that I say probably won't affect our friendships any so they can just deal with anything they don't like.

Or tell me about it. Whatever.

Anyways, I got to pay foo back tonite by getting him as drunk as he got me last night at the village.

So latahz.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Anyway, 17 people liking me makes me giggle."- tenderpoison

Bartender get me a string cheese pleeze.

Dear Diary...

I had a good day.

Since my last entry I've been to 6 or 7 clubs, had about a million shots, and watched two buddies ingest a bunch of xanex. We carted them back to the house of foo.

They is passed out now. I think the previous plans of Denny's are out of the question at this point.

I was going to ask a couple chicks I saw tonite if I could get them drinks but all the chicks I singled out were under 21. Rotten luck.

I still had fun and discovered that raisen oatmeal cookies is a good shot to get from the bar. Next time you go out ask for it. And think of me being drunk and actually flailing about the dance floor. And then you will most likely laugh hysterically or perhaps cringe in rememberance of this crazy assed night.

Bis Spater mein Freunds...

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "String cheese rules, as do monkeys and stuff." - uzume

I'm failing health it seems.

Dear Diary,

I'm just loving this unemployment stint I'm having this week. It's really too bad that it is scheduled to end on Monday. I'm sure by the time I've used up that paycheck I should be picking up tomorrow that I will be glad I'm working again.

Ohwell. I'm sure it's all for the best because Lord knows it woulda never occurred to me to actually take a vacation nor would it have occurred to any project manager to let me.
I had to talk to someone from work today to gloat about my new position I'm going to be getting. He's been trying to advance within the company for so long to be a project manager and here I am going to be one hopefully in a few days.

I know at least someone in the audience who will appreciate the Buzzkill Will quote he gave me today: "Looks like you will be pissing with the big dogs now!"

I was reading Mangledoll's entry for today (who unfortunately I didn't get to have coffee with as I earlier planned -- message me with your phone number girl so I can actually call you to arrange these things instead of waiting for you to come online). Her entry got me to thinking about my personal stance on group activism.

I'm probably the anti-hippie. I can't really stand the hippie culture, I'm kinda angered at that generation of folk who pretty much screwed our society up as much as they did. I know that previous statement will catch me a lot of flak from you people who like the hippie stuff, but it's just my take on the world. Boomers are probably the single most liberal bleeding heart generation of folks to come along since ... ever. They set the trend for government in all forms to invade our lives.

It used to be that the old liberals were against government invasion of privacy. Hence the term libertarians.

But since the 60's the term liberal refers to people who want the government to take care of all us little people like we can't hold our weenies without government aide.

In other words, liberal has become a politically correct term for socialist.

And as the boomer generation got older, they took two forms, democrat and republican.

So now the two controlling, supposedly opposing points of view are now considered two sides of the same coin and we as a nation are doommed to big brother and mediocraty.

So at this point it is every man and woman for him or her self in my opinion. The end of personal freedom is near, if you want anything at all you better be at the top of the foodchain, because without power or money, you have no pull, and without pull you have no freedom or privacy.
In a completely different vein of thought, apparently I'm about to die. And in a completely completely different vein of thought, I have just uploaded a new song which I think you will like. It's going to be on the new CD that Count Bradley and I are putting out. (we just came up with a name for it as well, the name of the cd will be Smoke of Zephyrus. Our group name is going to be ninjaco, and I'm sure we'll be posting information about it either on whazzup or on ninjaco.com once we get that functional. But back to the song I just uploaded -- click here to get it. Also, leave me some rizzn love on the review section of that link so I know you people like my music.

Or leave me some rizznhate if that is the case. Just some feedback people, that's all I ask!

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Please remember to give Riz all the warmth and encouragement you can throughout these trying times."- dirty-a-sid

Jesus is My Savior. My favorite Flavor.

Dear Diary,

I don't think I've done an update from this computer in a while because the last person who shows being logged in was Sam.

As a sidenote, sorry for being anti-social when you and Amy came over the other day. The people in the apartment were having a geek weekend playing Star Trek Elite Forces all weekend. You must forgive us for being true geeks. We must be true to ourselves.

At any rate, yeah, that's what I did this weekend. My weekend started Thursday night, because as many of you know, I am unemployed (but not for long). On Thursday night, Dirty, Slippy, foo and I went to about 6 or 7 clubs in one night. Slippy and Dirty got reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeely fscked up. I was pleasingly toasty as was foo I imagine. They went back to the casa de foo and did a little bit of K which they don't even remember. I abstained and fell asleep.

I tried to mack on some chicks but they were under 21 and wouldn't accept bought drinks from the bar. Apparently didn't know what was good for them. (answer, Rizzn is good for them!)

(Magical Pimping Powers of Rizzn (TM) (Patent Pending))

I have realized that macking on chicks at bars is a little like fishing. Sometimes you catch a nice big fish and get to brag about it to all your fishing buddies. Sometimes they get away. Like tonight (more on that later). Sometimes you just tell stories about how you are such a great fisher. Sometimes you throw them back. That doesn't happen very often, and I think that is where the analogie breaks down.

Friday night, I went out and got a few drinks with foo at the Mariana's, which is where I go to get toasty on Maguritas. Oh, how I love the Magurita sauce.

Then I went home and played ALL THE WAY THRU Star Trek Hazard Team. Which is a very fun game and took me 18 hours of work.

Saturday night I stayed at the house like a hermit.

Sunday night I went to the home bar with foo, phitt, and met moses and some other people there. It was fun. I didn't do the macking thing, decided to give it a rest since it was the seventh day, and pimping ain't always easy, thereby qualifying it as work and probably not a very Christian thing to do on Sunday.

The main reason I didn't do the pimping thing is I was drunker than a skunk. Foo and I were in a drinking contest of sorts and were buying each other rounds at the bar until we were gone from our gourds.

I was still a little drunk this morning. So I didn't call my favorite technical recruiter Kourtney (who spells her name with a K not a C, and I think likes me a little bit in that way that a technical recruiter and a technical recruit usually don't) on principals of good judgement. I cleaned my room and we had our carpets steamed by some stoner.

I hung out and continued to act like a hermit. I wanted to give Doris a call up in KC (you remember me talking about her -- she's the chick I went down to Austin with, her and Isobel Kitten, and tatt2gyrl -- pretty cool girl and someone I'd like to get to know more but unfortunately lives in Kansas City) but when I called the lady who I guess was the operator said she was at some appointment. I will call her again tomorrow, because I hear there's a chance she may come down to visit this weekend.

Also, I arranged it so that me and Sunny are going out on a 'date' this Wednesday -- 2step nite at the homebar. She's really cool and I think likes me a little bit. She seemed really talkative to me tonite on AIM (I extracted her AIM name from the Girl across the STreet who was also on AIM tonite).

Note to self: need to call R. to set up another date this week as well.

Pimping ain't easy. I guess.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "What if God was one of us? Just a stranger on the bus..." He'd have a really big black cock.Damn that's messed up."- dirty-a-sid

Girly-Man Cigarettes

Dear Diary,

What a wonderful day today. I'm not going to have to do a damn thing today. Bonus.

Our network is completely down. I say completely down because that's what everyone else is saying, however, I somehow have access to you.

(BTW, reality, sorry, no net access today thru the messengers -- maybe later on)

At any rate, the promotion I was looking forward to here doesn't look like it's going to happen. Or it is going to be delayed. Anyways, it's not going to happen in time for me to pay off bills. Which sucks beyond measure. I could be wrong about all that, but it looks less hopeful than it did yesterday, according to the fellows in that department.

Oh well. I guess I'll just have to live by a budget. I wish I had bought cigarrettes today. I'm going to have to bum off of everyone today and everyone here smokes girly cigarettes. I like Camel Filters.

Well, yesterday's last entry, I did into a full report because I was so bored, and I sent it to the local Kludge here that likes to talk bad about how things are run here. Which is good for me. I get to show someone what I worked on, thereby achieving the satisfaction of knowing I did something someone else would read, as well as avoiding the issue of actually solving the problem, achieving my ultimate goal in life, to be a slacker.

I think I'm going to go bum some girly cigs now.

I'll update l8r I guess.

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

pfft goes the weasel

[rizzn's note @ 1/19/2007: the music listed here can be found on Soundtrack To My Car under the music tab as TraxInSpace's label has gone under years ago]

Dear Diary,

I haven't made an entry in a while I'd like to say because I've been very busy, but that's simply just not the case. I have been busy today. But lately I've just been goofing off. Occasionally I get in a completely anti-social mood, and the last week and a half have been one of these moods. I wonder if this coming week will be different.

Anyways, highlights of last week. Hrmm... REal work on Project Clubfoot at work began. Nothing much important to report there. Basically work has us doing the work of trained monkeys. I used to work for Satima, a big name web design firm and I did more work than this, but essentially the same thing, and got paid half as much. It sucks when they delegate the sh!t work to me.

Then on Friday we had a server crash. Literally. I was sitting there minding my own business when all of a sudden I hear what sounds like glass shattering in the next door office/noc. I walk over there hurridly and I see the guy who is putting the air conditioning unit in with his head in his hands.

"I was just trying to move the table and it crashed to the ground."

The damage: two monitors, a sun server, and a w2k server. Probably about $10,000 loss on the floor there, not including manpower time to set them up.

I think they tossed the guy out the 6th floor window, but I'm not sure.

Today, I made two new songs and posted them on Trax in Space. Check them out.

One is this acoustic sounding one called Southeast. The other is this almost house sounding song called Far North.

Don't ask me where the names came from. I was feeling uncreative in the title department and could only think of my cardinal directions. Sue me. :)

Alright. I'm going to bed now. G'nite.

/rizznatch

Quote of the Entry: "Pfft."
- Tenderpoison