So yes, my weekend in review. Umm … drank 15 shots of Red Rum last night and was completely bombed. Got into a pissing match with Burnz about … don’t really know 100%. All I know is that I’m wildly offended for some reason or another. And then had lunch with Emily & Melissa today @ Old Chicago. That was fun … then did coffee with Emily & FirstMatt and came home. And then the rest of the day has been me doing absolutely nothing. I have some sort of homework or something due to for school, but I don’t know what … hrmm. I have something else to say … umm… oh, right, SpaceGhost rocks. I’ll remember what I was going to say in a bit. Oh, another thing, Tony might be moving into the LindyCommune here … and Shawn might be moving out at the end of June to go to school in Denver. Yea, not remembering the original point of this conversation. I’ll update when I remember. Update – 10:32a – Off to my dentist appointment for my hurtin tooth. Hopefully it won’t cost an arm and a leg, and I’ll leave with all my teeth still in my mouth 😉 Update #2 – 12:37p – Came back from Dr. Lawrence’s office, my wallet a lot lighter and with all my teeth intact and cleaned. The gist – I have beautifully maintained teeth, and there is absolutely nothing wrong. Oh, the whole sore/pain thing? Probably bumped my face on something and my “teeth are bruised” … I didn’t know that clumps of calcium, phosphorous and other mineral salts could be bruised, but hey, I’m not a dentist. He said to call back if they still hurt in 30 days … until then, I’m investing in ibuprofen.

Okay, since none of you people out there on the “interweb” felt like commenting on the previous post, I’m going to make a new one. So here it is. Oh, you want to comment on that last one, but didn’t because you didn’t have time, didn’t want to be the first poster, or whatever? Yea, well you suck, you spineless sack of post-primordial ooze. I went out with Matt to buy ice cream tonight. Of course it’s because it is that time of the month. So we go to Safeway, because that’s where all of the poor, non-rich CC people go. And it quickly goes from buying ice cream to filling the fridge with the following:

• 9 pizza things [Totino’s brand???]
• 2 packs of sandwich ham
• 1 pack of turkey meat [for pork-intolerant housemate Shawn]
• 2 packs of american cheese [fuckers don’t have blocks of sliced swiss]
• one thing of Muenster cheese [yea, ice queen warped me]
• 2 packs of hot pockets [mmm, grease]
• 2 loaves of split-top crushed-what bread [the best]
• a pack of bagels [cinammon raison, expensive $$$]
• Some Mocha coffee things [starbucks = ass, but good]
• ice cream [choc. chip cookie dough, ben & jerry’s]

Set me back about $58. Although I’m pretty sure that I will not eat 90% of all this food [cuz housemates will ;-)], it feels good to have a full fridge. How’s *THAT* for some bachelor food luvin! Okay, another thing. To all those love birds out there, why don’t you stop fucking around and just admit it to yourselves, okay? I mean, shit, sometimes I realize that I like someone, and then I do something about it, instead of sitting around convincing myself otherwise. Fucking weak. And depressing. To all those people who I know in the Colorado Springs vicinity. On friday, April 5th [that’s today!] the Sky Sox are having their first game, and it starts at 7:05pm. The plan is to get together, get our drunk on at a tailgate party and then go into the game. Maybe throw a grill and food in there somewhere. Scrumptious. Post below or AIM me, nick “rand0m” … w3rd! Update – 2:06a – While getting my drunk on, it has become really clear to me that Race from Johny Quest is the same dude (old with white hair) on SeaLab 2020. Also, amid a long conversation with Tore, it has been affirmed that chicks suck and, if it weren’t for wanting one, they’d suck completely. Update #2 – 4/5/02 @ 3:52p – Okay, I added in a slew of new features to the site, including a fixed admin side, and the ability for you beautiful commenters to bold, italicize, underline and link things … follow the “Click for Comment Posting Guide” link on the add comment page to get the scoop.

When was the last time that you got to sit on your porch at 6:30am, drink a delicious cup of hot cocoa and post on your website? Never, you say, because you don’t have any hot cocoa? Well, sucks to be you then, huh? Okay, so a couple things have been eating me as of late, so I’m going to type about them because I have to keep my fingers moving or they will freeze off in this nice, crisp, frigid air. The first thing is that I have no content, and that you should stop reading right now and click on that little blue comment link below. I know you want to, so get to it already. The other thing that’s on my mind is that I hate inconsistency. I mean, for the past few months, my life has been simply spectacular. I really can’t find anything to fault, besides our bathroom door lock thing, which has magically decided to not work anymore. Back to the point, I’d like to say, with firm assurance, that I am now a consistent person. Yea, I get pissy occasionally — not everyone can have wonderful days all the time — but for the most part, I am good ol’ reliable, fun, big-loud-mouthed me. And that is perhaps the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. Ran into Janelle, Ice Queen, yesterday at Boulder Street. There I am at 9:30am, well outside of seeing-her time boundaries, pooring milk into my coffee, and Ari goes by and says hi … resisting the urge to knock his punk ass down, I gave a gracious hello in reply. Not 5 seconds later, while pouring in my undersized amount of sugar, Janelle comes up. We get to the idle chit chat, with me asking a question and her giving her typical one word, completely non-interactive replies. We come to an impass, and she tells me that she thinks that I’m being “distant.” The plethora of horrible, scourging things that ripped through my mind cannot fit on this page, but I didn’t say anything … just kind of looked at her with a “who the fuck are you to talk about being distant!?” look. Anyhow, not another word was said, and she left. Now, tell me this — how can someone like Janelle, who has *defined* indifference and cold-shouldering over the past 5 months, get the nerve to call what I’m doing (emotional self-preservation) “being distant.” What a fat crock of shit. And that’s where that whole consistency thing comes up … what kind of crackhead pulls this routine? I have also realized that when it comes to women, I am bitchy. No, that’s not accurate … rather, when it comes to women, I am so mind bogglingly cynical, jaded and so destined to not get fucked over that it leaves very, very little room for any sort of interpretation besides what I believe. Now, this doesn’t differ from real life all that much, but it’s enough to piss me off on a regular basis. Why are you all chicks so goddamn fickle, always changing everything you say and do for an inexplicable reasons? Goddamn, use your fucking ovaries and do something more productive than just keeping them warm. Like say, stand up for something and stick to it. And not change how you react to particular people just because it will allow you to win some kind of bullshit, non-existant argument. For fuck’s sake, come on. In other news, a co-worker sent me a wildly inappropriate for the workplace picture last night, and I just about died because it’s so true and so funny. As soon as I get my little picture linky page thing working [which will be today], I’ll link it. And while I’m at it, I think I’ll turn the webcam on when I get into work — being a voyeur and all, this sort of thing excites me. w0o! Update – 12:31p – Okay, so I got my image thingy to work … this here is a hilariously true picture, but it has nudity, alcohol, violence and general crudeness in it. If you are female or sensitive to nakedness, do not click here. Also, slashdot.org has an article about the mini-series-ization of a book series called “Chronicles of Amber” … I mention this, because one of the main characters in the series is a gentleman named Random – and that right there, folks, is where my alias of ‘rand0m’ came from. Take a read and maybe learn something 🙂 Update #2 – 4:22p – Looking at the traffic, I have concluded two things. First off, I am very cute, because tons of people have been watching the webcam, and secondly, someone in Santa Fe really likes the pic linked above 😉

Welp, this news post doesn’t come as a super-duper good one, because there really isn’t that much happening in my oh-so-busy life. Besides being an undesirable #6 pumpkin, that is. From the top, Spring Break! wOo-wee was spring break fun. I did mostly nothing. Kind of sat around a lot. I got drunk mid-week with Emily and the housemates, which turned out to be not such a hot idea, because, well, going to work with a mild hangover sucks. Anyhow, she had some issues that required drinking to get over, so we did. That was fun. Break continued on, and … yea, that was about it. Oh wait, no, I got a scrumptious raise on Friday, along with 35% company ownership — rock!. And then Steve’s sister had a wedding reception, which I attended, and had a lot of fun at. Didn’t do much else on Friday night at all. I don’t think. To be honest, I don’t remember. Saturday started out pretty slow, but it got better around noon … cuz I went over to the local Honda Motorcycle dealer and signed all the paperwork for a CBR600 … hopefully I’ll get to ride my new bike home at the end of the week 😀 :-D. Umm … oh yea, went out with Laura & Michael Espinoza for some Old Chicago, which was cool — especially when Michael and I got our freak on. Then went home and chilled, until the ex rang me up for a quicky, which turned out to be a lot more bed-rockin then a normal quicky … got home pretty late, and slept like a baby 😀 Went to my parents’ place Sunday morning to help move stuff in [from Utah], which was tiring, but it was nice to see my parents. Was invited over to Steve’s place [see above] for Easter Dinner, which rocked, because I ate and ate and ate. That was cool until I left, which is where I, like a dumbass, ran my truck off the road and blew out my left side tires on a fence. :-/ Called up the rents and got home okay, then ate some more dinner (at rents’ place) and then went home. I seriously can’t believe the crap that comes out of some people’s mouths. For instance “if the media doesn’t cover it, it didn’t happen.” What kind of bullshit is that? Also, the whole ‘men should always make the first move’ thing … such shit – what happened to all this equality? Buy my fucking meal for a change, okay? Sheesh, some people. And I apologize to everyone for being an undereducated slob. I admit it, I [again], know absolutely nothing, be it simple math, how to have sex, or even how to stand upright. I am especially obtuse when it comes to women. But Matt Does. So ask him. Or, conversely, if you just want to get laid, because that’s all a sub-10 pumpkin can hope for, ask me. 😉 And, I just spilled rootbeer all over my laptop. Goddamn motherfucking peice of goddamn non-soda resistant shit. Grr. Oh, FirstMatt went out on a date [oOoOooh] with a chicita he met on Match.com. Unfortunately, no tang. Moved a mattress around for another housemate, while simultaneously planning my next wild sexcapade (which I am told will be on Tuesday) on said mattress … I’m sure Shawn won’t mind 😉 Update – 2:20p – Just got a ring from mom, and Marla is coming out from New York to begin a new life as an entertainer … apparently she’s staying at the rents’ house (ugh) for 2 weeks prior … that should be fun for her [muhHAhaha]. Sucker. Headlines Of Note: Nvidia Buys AMD Linus Retires from Kernel Dev Google’s New PigeonRank System Wins Big Blizzard Adds Vicious New ‘Pandaren’ Race to WarCraft III

Okay, so I’m out with Ben the other night, who, I might add, is the God of the house in that no woman can withstand his manliness for more than a few minutes without falling in love with him and that no man can dislike him simply because he is too nice, and we went to Wendy’s. Good trip. Come back, and there’s this girl waiting for Ben. Outside. In the cold. I couldn’t believe that he has women lining up like this. I shook my head and went to where it’s warm, while silently crying inside. This is when it hit me that I have lost all hope of any real relationship. Now, mind you, this may not be such a bad thing. Having many anonymous partners while occasionally dabbling in inebriation may sound like a good thing, but I’ll tell you, it’s not the best thing in the world by any stretch … [priss mode] in fact, the lack of emotional fulfillment just gets me down [/priss mode]. But that’s neither here nor there, because I supplant my lack of female real-luvin with doing exceedingly well in every other area of my life. I mean, shit, look at Huge TV, or the receiver, the nice place, the unending “I am sOo great” … serious, I couldn’t ask for more. Besides maybe a real date. On that note, I was talking to an anonymous female reader, and she tells me that when it comes to men, it’s like she’s walking through a pumpkin patch. Oh, look, a nice pumpkin. I’ll rate this one a 7. Walks along some more … Oh Look! A better pumpkin [promptly rips all vital organs from original pumpkin and fillets them and feeds them to her dog while cackling mercilessly] and then picks up Pumpkin B, which is a 7.9 … walking along, finds a really good pumpkin. Promptly throws Pumpkin B down on the ground and jumps up and down repeatedly, smashing any hopes for Pumpkin B ever having anyone pick his pitiful, sorry ass up, and then picks up Pumpkin C, which is a 9, and says, “Wow, 9 is pretty high.” But nOo, she doesn’t go home, happy with her uber-good 9-rated pumpkin. Nope, just keeps patrolling the patch, looking for that ellusive 10 pumpkin. And when she finds it, poor Pumpkin C is going to have his luscious, golden exterior split into tiny shards by her heart-wrenching, soul-killing, disdain. And this kind of shit is wrong. So all you bitches out there need to stop being so goddamn picky. At least when it comes to me. I may be a 2 or a 3, but dammit, when you’re done using me for pumpkin pie, don’t step on what’s left. Have you ever done something that you figured would land you in hot water and kind of destroy everything that you thought you had going with someone, yet it didn’t really do anything at all, besides make you wonder ‘what the fuck is going on?’ I have, and I’ll tell you, it’s pretty cool. For example, the fight with co-worker Jack not too long ago. Real Effects? None. This kind of thing has happened a couple times in the past month or so … pretty weird.

Man, what a freaking crazy Monday. Came in really late, which isn’t so good in it’s own right, and then got to work. First things first, had a conference about Aspen Home Centers’ website and how far I am, and we found out that there is a *ton* of stuff that needs to be done. By tomorrow, 10am. Suck. Then came the network fiasco. Turns out that the construction crew that’s going balls out on a new club / restuarant took out all the power to the basement of our old building. Right where all of our network equipment is. So a good chunk of our customers was toast all day while they’re electrician figured out how to fix it. That sucked. Very busy, lots of unhappy people. Came back to work to find this huge package on my chair … return addressed to my sister in New York. She told me it was coming and informed that it was leather and didn’t know if I had one … well, from that info I figured that it was a leather jacket; much to my gleefull surprise, it’s a leather messenger bag! My laptop fits perfectly, and it makes me look hella upper-class. Mix this, my leather, some khakis and some Docs and you have one swell looking Randal … Thanks Sis! 😀 Went out to breakfast with my Dad yesterday (he came down from Denver for the weekend) … lots of disheartening family news in Utah — generally, my Uncle sucks and the inheritance is non-existant. Ahh well, was planning on making my own breaks this lifetime 😉 Umm … yea, that’s the basic gist. Burnz has a swell update over at MethKitchen.com – highly praised by me … and don’t forget to check out the forum 😉 Maybe more later tonight as I espouse my loathing and wreckless disregard for Cold Fusion while simultaneously finishing out a shoddy project in said web-language. CFML – The dumbest, most poorly put together heap of yak-shit ever.

You know, there isn’t a whole lot that is worse than a mildly hungover, horny, unable to sleep, aggressive-feeling me. Okay, so we’re partying drinking last night, and the typical fucking thing happens. There I am, drinking, kind of down. No, there is no explanation, fuck you very much. Drink and drink and drink and drink and then all of a sudden, I am passed out somewhere. And everyone is still awake doing their thing, but Mr. Host is drunkenly catching some Zs. And then come whenever the fuck that time comes, everyone gets up and goes. And where’s the kind of host / leader / head guy? That’s right, still passed out on the goddamn couch. So everyone leaves, and then I feel bad. This happens all the motherfucking time and I don’t like it one goddamn bit. Another thing is that when I’m drinking, I get pissed off pretty quickly if I’m not in my typical super-happy mood. For instance, I’m chillin there, doin my thing and Shawn starts frontin. I don’t know what about, probably his girlfriend [he’s a bit testy when it comes to anyone not loving his woman] … anyhow, it was completely small shit, and I felt angry. Weird. I did some yelling last night … that was pretty therapeutic, but it is definitely not so good on the social interaction side. And one last thing that pisses me off is when people come over to drink, they drink and then sit around and sober up enough to go home. What kind of motherfucking bullshit is that. You’d think that people would be able to fucking commit to one goddamn thing, but nOOoOooo, gotta fucking pussy out. Not only do they fucking leave, but they leave while I’m passed out on the goddamn couch … which is wrong, because *they* should *also* be passed out on the goddamn couch. I fucking hate that. And another thing. What the fuck is up wi … grrr … [sigh] … [realizes that this part will get Randal in real life hot water, and avoids it]. I heard the word “cock blocker” come out last night, and all I have to say is that if you’re a motherfucking peice of shit cockblocker you should be taken out back and shot. I fucking hate that. No, not last night so fuck you, just in general. I really, really hate that. I mean, if I get my nuts out of my hands long enough to talk to some girl, the last fucking thing I need is some dude, or fuck that, some fucking chick, to stand in my way. Fuck that. Update – 12:34p – sitting here on the couch, and this quote comes out … “You know [roommate] Matt is a great guy and lots of fun to have around, but he’s just not bitter enough.” LOL … that, coming from me. I guess that sometimes the camaraderie is stronger if the pain-derived bitterness is shared 😉 Update – 4:58p – While folding laundy and such, it hit me that this post comes across as wildly disgruntled. I need to make it really clear that I am not ranting about a general thing, and not saying that life sucks by any stretch. In fact, life is great, and things are really, really good. Last night, however, is an isolated incident and does not constitute anything more than a couple hours of whining. Also, the whole goddamn tire thing is really bugging me. I’m so not a man. LOL

you know what? I love rand0m. No, not me. Well, yea, I love me, but not that. The word ‘rand0m’. Man, incredible. I’ve had this nickname for so long, and boy do I love it. I look at some people’s screenames, like “weaksauce02” or “m4dh4x0r23093” and then at the nicks of people that I know and like, such as “insaneblackdog” and “vortex1269” and “pearly8067”. Yea, they’re just names and all, and hell, I wouldn’t mind having the words vortex and 69 associated with me, but come on. I know that it has very, very little to do with a person themselves, and has zero bearing on what they’re like [barring dog boy] … but dammit, it just makes me feel good to know that I have the original, one and only, good-for-always rand0m. w3rd. On another note, went out and saw the Blues Doctors at good old PHS on Saturday night … I went with Tore-dawg and HouseMate-Matt, and Excellent-Emily showed up half way through. We had a really good time, and it kind of pointed out a lot of things. First off, Bridgette Shaulis [sp?] is hottt. High school girls have a couple things going for them — they smell good and are soft & warm. That’s about it though. Not much under the hood. But the headlights are nice. LOL. Anyway, talking to Tore, and he mentioned that he hoped that we weren’t so juvenile when we were in high school. I kind of looked at him, knowing that indeed, we were. I watched the highschool boys fawn over their precious highschool girls, and I watch the girls bounce their tits and flirt, and all I think is “lame.” I remember sitting around trying to be “real.” What a fucking joke. Highschool is bullshit. Yea, it’s great fun and all that, but it’s absolutely nothing compared to after highschool. But I don’t live the normal college life – i.e. I have to pay rent, work et al – so I could be entirely wrong. I really don’t think that post-highschool is anything like highschool in any way, besides maybe the people that you continue to associate with. I’m glad that it’s this way … seeing highschool made me realize how truly young I am – old by HS standards, exceedingly young in Real Life . I gave a speech last night on the United States’ international position in the 21st century … I felt completely unprepared, but I got a 94%. How’s that for whack. I also got a link, thanks to Laura, to a website so full of hatred, loathing and scathing bitterness that I couldn’t stop reading it. As soon as I get the go-ahead to link it, I will post it, and summarily drive shitloads* of traffic to this mostly-unviewed site. (*shitloads = 2+ hits) Update – 03/19/02@7:55p – So I’ve had this pounding headache all day, and I can’t figure out where it came from. And I’m sitting here, eating some sugar-filled things, and it crosses my mind that “sugar is no substitute for caffiene” … this it hits me that I am wildly addicted to my go-juice. Because of this obscene twist of fate, I am going to get some coffee. Luscious, hot, tasty coffee. mmmmmmm. Update – 03/21/02@12:26p – So I got the message back from said website author to not link to his site. He took great offense, and laid down this e-mail about cock-waving and hit comparing and blah blah blah when it had nothing to do with that. I mean, shit, I want to give him traffic, because his site is a good read, and I think my audience would enjoy it. Why? Bitterness, hate, pain, the works — and I know that’s what you guys like, and although he may not think that is what his site is, well … that’s what it is … anyhow, no linky-dink.

Man, so it’s been a crazy couple of days. Went to work on Wednesday morning around 8:30, and didn’t leave until about 5:15am today [thursday]. Now, I know you’re not thinking “why were you there so long” but are actually thinking “why did you leave!?” Well, around 5:15am, about 80% through our mail / sql / dns server migration, Jack pulls my insanely driven gogogo-ness up short and tells me that we have to stop and button everything up before the business day starts [still ~3 hours away]. I am most definitely in the zone, and inform him that I can guarantee that we will be done by 7am. 100%, bet my life on it. I’m so into getting this thing done that I’m frothing. And he says “no, we’re not doing it, period.” I disagreed. And then we started arguing, voices got loud, and we both got mad as hell. So, instead of coming to blows, I left. Yup, you heard me right. I walked out of my job, mid company-crippling project. I went for a walk at 5:15 am, and it was cold as hell. I finally calmed down a bit, and went back to work to try and pick up where I left off. I go up there, and Jack tries to get me to talk about the little spat, and it mind-fucked me. All of a sudden, I stopped thinking, and I could only conjure up thoughts of “get the fuck out of here.” So I got my stuff and left. Seriously, mid conversation, grabbed my fleece, my laptop, and walked out. I went home, and sat downstairs, trying to take a nap, but I couldn’t. No sleep. None. So I laid there, wide awake, and at about 8:20am, I get a call from work, saying “Randal, everything is broken. Please come in.” So I took a shower, called in, and went to work – and spent the whole day fixing the huge fuckup that came from the ball being dropped. There are a couple things that this whole situation has brought up, none of which are super great. The first off is that there is an authority conflict between Jack and I, which isn’t good. Also, it shows that the company is painfully dependent on me. Although this is good for job security, this event highlighted it, and as such, I’m sure HPI will go out of it’s way to *not* be dependent on prone-to-walk-out me. The whole thing kind of stinks, and I don’t think I should have done what I did. Thoughts?

Okay, so all these damn survey thingies came my way, so I thought I’d make up one of the 10-question bad boys … http://friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=randalk Put your comments below and stuff. And dammit, I don’t care if you don’t think it’s worthy of this magical site, post your shit. I’m tired of having no comments. Fuckers. Also, was sitting around listening to some Reel Big Fish with Matt, and heard these lyrics: “I try to fuck the bitches but the bitches won’t fuck – me. Fuck me. They duck me, sucks to be me.” I laughed, cuz it’s kinda true. Goddamn bitches. Grr. Again, Bicardi Silver rocks the house. And Sombreros are a pretty good way to go through Kahlua and Tequila. Which reminds me that we’re doing a big server migration today. w0o!