Okay, so I have this e-mail exchange with a person, where they say something to the effect of “how I treat people has changed” … and that’s all they say. So of course, my next question is “like how?” … how they responded to that is really unimportant cuz it’s obviously a problem on their part … I’m concerned about me :: Should I be so inquisitive? Like, if someone says something that is obviously something of interest to me, is it decent to persue that topic further? Or should I just let it go and make assumptions? I hate assumptions. They make people think waaay too much or not enough. I really like to have definition … so … good to be questioning, or better to let things rest?

Man, today is a good day. Drove up to denver [where I’m posting from] — the nice, warm sun, the open road, the tasty sounding drone of the engine. Quite enjoyable. Gonna go see “K-Pax” tonight with Steve up here — I’ll have a review when I’m done.

Today Steve had a wasp fly up his pants while I was talking to him on AIM. He had to take his pants off to get it out, then he Lysol’d it to death. Go steve! The second part is from a conversation with Tore — we were talking about how wit and sarcasm do not inspire conversation here, only hate and spite. That really sucks. Oh well. Because of that, you all suck and should all go rot in hell for your various downfalls. 😉

Update: Decided to stay the night in Denver — back in the springs in the morning.
Update 2: Yup, 3pm and still in Denver. I’m heading back soon though, so … if anyone wants to do anything, let me know. 964.4504

Okay, so I have recieved the definite impression that people would rather be directly insulted instead of having their downfalls generalized. See, that got me to thinking — why the hell do people want to hear about how much they suck? Do they like it? I know that for me, hearing how much I suck usually turns me into a “I hate you and I’m not listening” glass-eyed zombie. But, as of late [oh, what? the past year?], hearing people rag on me just gives me some fodder for potential self-improvement. sOooOOoo, from now on, I will try not to insult anyone generally. Only personal attacks. However, I will continue to not post personal things about myself or other people. This will be quite the task. Wish me luck. What, you’re going to tell me now that I suck because i need luck? Fuck you.

[potentially dangerous personal divulgence here]. w0o!

You know what I hate? Goddamn board members. Two business sharks have bought out like 80% of High Plains Internet stocks … hence, they basically control everything, but run nothing. That’s their thing, though — they put 3 new people on the board who will supposedly be interfacing the board with the grunts [who is just me] … basically some administration folks. Well, I’ll tell you what. This guy, who is supposedly some networking ph0ol, comes in yesterday and starts telling me how we need to change our whole network around, because it’s not efficient. I asked him how it’s not efficient, and if there are any glaring defficiencies in our current design … [silence] … well, it turns out that he knows bob and larry well, and convinced them that his electrical wiring skills also constitute network and systems administration. I fucking hate that. People all up in other people’s business, right where they don’t belong. How about I keep doing the same damn job I’ve been doing forever and you leave me the fuck alone until there’s a problem, ok? w3rd.

Other than that, mad props to all the loyal readers out there who came out of the woodwork when the ferocity started to finally flow again. rockthehizouse!

Update: I’m looking for someone to re-do the top blue-banner part. Look at the source and e-mail me your ideas!

Okay, so Jack and I are finished working on our goddamn, peice-of-shit wireless network [which rarely works right], and we’re chillin downtown. We got some grub at Phantom Canyon [good stuff!], then headed over to the Perk for the now-traditional after food jolt of caffiene.

So we’re standing there, getting our espresso-laden drinks, when I go to get my stamp card. Yup, that stamp card, the one that is between the stamp card box and the lid that it sits in. [ you know how you put the lid, upside down, under a box so that the box is on top of the inside of the lid? right. just like that] Anywho, I go to get my card, and it’s gone. Yup, some self-serving bitch took my fucking card. It had a bunch of stamps on it, too.

I even saved the 3 normal-coffee stamps that someone else got on there when they used my card. I saved those three goddamn blue stamps, even when I had to switch cards because I filled it up … I just kept carrying those blue ones, which weren’t mine, over. Why? Because I respected whoever it was that was using my card. But, apparently, the typical human populace does not have such respect. Why, I ask again? Because they stole my goddamn card! I have stored my oft-used stamp cards between that box and lid for MONTHS now, and some asshole had to ruin it. I must say that it was by far the most interesting part of my day.

Oh, that, and I got to wave my arms, my body and a 6 foot long antennae from the top of the Holly Sugar Building to Craig today when he drove by. That was pretty cool. On the agenda tonight? A movie with Master Ha-Reed and hopefully some righteous partyin!

I have no idea what to post about though. Here’s a couple quick updates … quit my job at Gateway on monday … had a very, very tiring long day yesterday, had a mediocre day today … really haven’t done much, to be honest. I’d like to do something, but, of course, there isn’t much happening during the week. Yep, I could tell the long tale about the job-quitting in typical randal style, but I really don’t feel up to it. There are a ton of things I’d like to say, but they are, for the most part, quite offensive, and I have no desire to go around ruffling people’s feathers … other than that, the typical things still hold true … I’d like some more money, I’d like a girl [:-)], my truck still runs extremely well [did I just say that?], my mom sucks, my dad is super-great, and is back from hunting — deerless … and … yup that’s about it.

I’m thinking I’ll update with something that isn’t drunken rambling about anthrax. Mind you, though, that anthrax really isn’t something to joke about. Some guy here at the office was joking about licking a letter … it was quite poor taste :-/

My weekend was good. Not really a whole lot behind that, just too much happened. I read a lot of Atlas Shrugged last night. Sure, it’s taken me freaking months to finish the book, but now that it’s gotten to the good part, it’s going really fast … 90 pages last night, 260 pages on thursday night — almost done. Incredibly good book, even if it’s all about senseless promotion of self. Hey! That’s me! w0OoooooOOo! Honestly though, I suggest that everybody grab a copy of Fountainhead, read it, then read Atlas Shrugged. The first is a good read, the second is just damn good.

One thing that strikes me at this particular moment is how Rand harps on the fact that the only insurmountable task/feeling/event/emotion/attitude/thought is indifference. How true. See, if someone actually cares about something, even in the most miniscule amount, that person is able to be reasoned with, to be communicated with; a person who is 100% indifferent will do neither. Being a rather friendly person, I find it quite difficult to deal with, and usually leave such things alone to sort themselves out. Oddly enough, that doesn’t work as well as one would think.

seriosus. am sofuckin gdrunk.A t least I am not having antrahx. that atntahx shit si bad fucking news. The pizza gu did not have anthrax. lukcily. but, he did noth ave james’s credit card number. which was bad. becaseue he had to takehis car back to the pizza opalce to get the slip, and to make sure tht he did not have anthrax[again]. hahhaaa. Thank god that Tony hs not puked yet. I hpe he does not puke. he has hm oo hard liquiero, hence he should not puke. only beer — i will not puek he says.

james says that he honry, single, and does onot have anthrax. hence he is a pricme candidate for havinga s honey hook up with him. fuck you tony. mu spellin gis fine. fuck you again. you and your anbthrax can suck my fat cock you bithc. james says that he needs somedick suking even though he is not disesse ridden or gay. Craig just got back from work, and he is talking o rwas talking to cosome chick, who’se screnname I forgot, but she is a potheaD, and does not have anthrax either, I think. the screen on the tv is fucking awesome. it has somew hack white shit with aomse shwirls. Fuck and shit. FUck you again. You have anthrax, and are a bad hard-liuor alcoholic. yous cukc. he wants to type. so here is his sentence::::yeap,i’m drunk,ate too much pizza, and i’m on like my eighth — errr, 12th beer, and no signs of puking because of antrhax related pizza delivery mofos, and on that note, here’s randal. oh yeah, and my spelling is better than randal’s, ha ha ha….

ok, kurt and ray are back. fro racing rays’ car.nray’s car is the shit. and kurt fucking rox. nno antrhax here. they are aweeom.e …. I hope everyone is having a good time. good noight to my peepze!

Update It turns out that eh fucking shit on the tv over heare at the pad is the shit. it is quite pobssibley the best circle of light ia have ever seen . fucking w3rd. no anrax or anythin here. w3rd fucking up to my peepz.e again. tore, we need to get our shit together and do something. sma ething to matt. and w3rd to emily — even though she mya be cool and shit, we need to do something! fuck that osama anthrax! w3rd!

Apparently Rush Limbaugh, the boisterous political analyst, has lost 100% of his hearing in both ears. His site, rushlimbaugh.com, has his comments on this as well as his plans. I don’t know if his career will continue, but in all honesty, this country needs more people who are willing to give in-depth analysis of political happenings, liberal or conservative.

On a completely different note, if you do a google search for rand0m, this page comes up as number one. That makes me feel really special. w0ot! That’s all so far … more as it comes down the pike.

Update: I’m going to have to say it again … [no, not that gateway sucks, even though I’m sure that’s coming …] Wireless is amazingly great and sucky at the same time. When it works, it’s fucking tight. however, that’s the trick — making it work. [sigh]

Okay, so it’s monday, you know, so I thought I’d update some stuff. There’s now a search feature on the left, comment dates are now perma-links, and a new mp3 of the week, as well as new updates in goals/plans. Also, the US only hit Afghanistan with 50 missiles this time around … we hit Iraq with over 2,000 missiles the first time around. All tacticle, no real big boys yet, either.

For all you slobbering men, here’s a page of hotttties — not done up models, just hot normal chicks. w3rd.

Here’s a post from a couple months back … I was quite amused when I read it.
On another note, I was thinking about Gila monsters today. What exactly do those guys do? Sit on rocks all day? Just sit there, sunning themselves, occasionally flicking their tongue … I can see it now … “Sonny, I’ve been sitting here for 20 years waiting for one of those Hooo – maaans to but their unbooted foot right in front of me. And let me tell you, as soon as it happens, I’m going to bite him.” At least they have some nice coloring.