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

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