So last night was a party. Started off around 9pm with me feeling completely unprepared — some work related badness kept me there until 7pm. Anyway, got Tore and ran to Safeway and bought a ton of stuff to carry the party along — chips, salsa, soda, cups, the whole shebang, then came back to the house and cleaned everything and moved it all around so shit wouldn’t get broken / stolen / beer spilled on it. Lisel was the first person to show up, followed shortly by Elizabeth and a bunch of Tony’s friends (Nate, Kermit & Foo) … I took a quick shower cuz I was pretty nasty after working all day. Came downstairs and the peepz just kept showing up. Emily, Samantha Garrett and her friend Katy (who are both hottties), James, Amanda, Janelle made a short appearance, Melissa Faranelli, Alicia, Ishhod, Jareen (sp?), Christine, Laura and her four friends (Julia, Kelly, Myra (??), and Casandra (I think?)) and more and more people. Things were pretty bouncing, music was good, food was good, everything was good. Then word got out. The guys from around the corner (David, BJ, Jason and Charlie) showed up with some people (including Wendy and Vanessa, who were both foxes), and we started having a great time. We had a half keg of Nut Brown Ale and a keg of Indian Pale Ale, both from the Warehouse (Locally brewed is best!). People started having kissing lessons and such, and everyone was just going crazy. It was pretty cool making the rounds as a party host, making sure everybody knew where to go or who to talk to if they needed anything. It was fucking nuts, and it was fucking great. Then things kind of turned for the worse … it got later, and everybody who can’t hold their liquor started getting sick, and everybody was completely bombed. A shitload of people who nobody knew just started showing up. I mean *LOADS* of people just started piling into the house. Things got stupid like they do when a huge party just keeps raging. Somewhere along the lines Amanda lost her cell phone — we’re thinking someone ganked it. Anyway, the party just kept raging, and everybody was having a crazy good time. Right around 2:30am, it was time to call it quits. WHen 4/5 of the people don’t know anybody who lives at the house, things are a little out of control. Many, many, many thanks to James, Tore and Shawn for kind of enforcing and kicking people out of the house — sure, it took an hour to get everyone out, but everybody finally left and the house was calm. Sure, the house was almost completely destroyed, but it was calm. *All* the ladies were looking hella fine, and all in all, it was a really great party. Sure, we’re down a phone, but we’re up a house of friends, great memories, and the knowledge that we can throw a rock-the-block party. Update – 12:07p – I have been informed that the Nut Brown Ale is actually made by J.W. Dundee … Also, if anyone else would like to, feel free to post your version of the night 😉

Okay, here are the headsups for now. Have a T-1 into the house, which is pretty shweet, and we’re mostly moved in. Good times. However, we are desperately in need of a POS computer to run a single website and a webcam … if you know of some place that has a < $80 machine of more than 233mhz, with maybe some ram and a HD, we’d be extremely appreciative.

I type this from a fully functional, fat-ass T-1. 1544kbps of internet luvin, right in my house. And not to mention, I did the install on the far side, setup the routers, blah blah blah. This rocks.

I really don’t have a ton to say. I moved. woo. The new house is pretty nice, and it’s been nonstop people over [except last night] … sure is great to have lots of people over, but it gets pretty tiring pretty quickly. Even for me. People have been donating tons and tons of stuff to the house, which rocks, but we’re still in need of two huge bookcases. Probably going to spend time tonight setting up the surround sound and moving stuff around. And unpacking. Finally. I’m thinking I’ll start working out again. Because I’m fat. And fat sucks. It seems to be a recurring theme recently — people doing things and associating with people that aren’t really good for them. I am excluding Burnz & whatshername on this one, because that one is [happily for me] nice and covered up. I’m talking to you, yes you. You know who you are. Stop doing things and hanging out with people that only bring you down. What’s the point of spending time doing something that only breeds unhappy feelings and uncomfortable situations? Sheesh. I need money. I’ve spent loads and loads of money in the past couple weeks, and I’m seriously considering getting a 2nd job (for the summer) or doing something that will rake in more cash. If you have any ideas on work or independent ventures, please, please, please comment below or e-mail me. Cooking with beer — the best thing a bachelor can do. Made some beer-bratwurst the other day, and holy shit they were good. Made myself a really, really nice breakfast today … Scrambled eggs w/ cheese & salsa mixed in, a scrumptious beer-brat, toast with jelly and a big cup of hot coffee. Sure, it took almost half an hour to make, but it was so worth it to start off the day right. I’m thinking I’ll do some sort of pasta tonight … I don’t think we have any parmesan or chicken breast though, so it’ll be straight up carbs & sauce. hmm. [rethinking that idea]. Update – 4:32p – I was wrong, I do have stuff to say 😉 Another thing … more people should comment! I see that tons of people hit the site, but only a couple comment. So comment! And use a name of some sort, not single characters like “.” *ahem*. And another thing. My work computer died. I think the mobo toasted, not entirely sure — I’m getting an older box from Bob so I can find out what I can salvage and what I can’t. Oh, and Angelo came by and dropped off some speakers for the house, which rocks. Please continue ignoring the whole post above and proceed right to that little blue link below. KaZaA Lite is the shit … downloaded over 100 mp3s today — rock!

So I’ve moved some stuff to the new house — thanks to Tore and Tony for giving me a hand. Other than that, nothing is happening. I still need to move a table, a footrest, my clothes and my TV/Receiver/VCR. It’s going to be a bitch to get the satellite working in the new house, what with trying to make it a clean run and drilling holes and such. Oh, and housematt is gone for the weekend to Seattle — have a good time, sunshine! I’m so tired. Not just physically tired, but tired of the drama. Blech. I’m tired of people who say one thing, and then boldly go forth and do the opposite. I’m tired of people not following through on their word, and I am not so keen on the humongous lack of food in my new house. … … … On another note, it is now policy to not introduce any female friends with relationship potential to any male friends that I may or may not know. They will all be hoarded and shrouded in secrecy. Someone broke the left control key on my laptop. I’m infuriated, but nothing I can do.

All right. Because rand0m seems to feel that HPI is more important than you gentle readers, you are getting an update from Burnz. And unfortunately I am between drunks and sitting in a room with people who do not believe in the bangbus. It is appalling to believe there are those so thick as to believe that women would not have random sex with random men on a random bus. Random hippy looking men, kinda grimy and driving a bus. As if there is a fifteen year old girl that doesn’t have a picture of Jerry Garcia in a van over their bed and constantly write “Tim Leary and Sarah 4-ever” on all their notebooks. And tennis shoes. Sunday night, reasonably hoppin’ party going on. Keg. People. Stupid dancing game that Tore is so disturbingly good at that he is making himself gay. Apparently I missed the goodtimes and came in when rand0m was wasted, trying to go to sleep and couldn t because rude fucking people were getting their skromp on in his room — attempting to devirginize his futon, the futon that I had to sleep on might I add. If I were rand0m I would be calling out my crazy redneck uncle that likes to break knees and dynamite stumps to handle liquidating those folks. But it was really good I hear. But just when I get there, the drama comes in like these monkeys are trying to get on broadway. People not happy about women, people on futons, people leaving, people straddling people, people calling people’s girlfriend a bitch. And then, just when I think I am going to have a reasonably fun drunken time shoving a sleeping guy and making him groan, the games start. Now I normally don’t go in on the chicks / women debate. However, sometimes some of you women drop out of mature status and regress into the status of actively trying to jerk you around with their mouth and keep you with their body like a highschooler. This is why you people are crazy. Now I was impressed with the guy that had to deal with this, I think he drank the fuck through it. And from now on, and until I say stop: I want everyone to take a page out of my book and be simple, be direct, and just show a little golden rule “I don’t enjoy your games, you shouldn’t have to tolerate mine.” Compromise. Communicate. Copulate.

Man, Starwars Episode II: Attack of the Clones was insane. What a great movie. I’ll have a good review up once I see it again [probably thursday, maybe friday]. While I’m at it, I realized that the Matrix: Reloaded trailor wasn’t on our cut of the film! So, I went out and downloaded it off the net, and have handily mirrored it at files.rand0m.org/videos/reloaded_teaser_1_64 0.mov … not for the faint of bandwidth, it’s 24MB. Update – 5:42p – Found this hella fun link: http://www.flyguylive.com/script26617.htm … I got up to $3,206,280. Rock!

Sometimes, you wake up and it takes a second to realize where you’re at, and then you think about your weekend … and then, sometimes, if you’re lucky, the only word that comes to mind is “whoa.” And then, at 8:15am, you stumble home, mumbling “holy shit,” and prepare for your “real” life. Such are the weekends that make life worth living. Update – 9:20p – I really can’t put down exactly how crazy this weekend was, so I’ll put a synopsis up front here … a more indepth, albeit slightly biased view of things is available in the articles section — direct link is here. It’s kinda long. Anyway, the gist is that there was Christine’s wedding on Saturday … I got drunk prior, then was fucked up at the reception … met a great girl named Rocky who is yes, 33. Made out, went and saw live music, went home, got more fucked up. Woke up on Sunday, went swing dancing for the first time [woo!] then met up with Laura, Carolyn, Christine, Rocky and Matt at Denny’s … went back to my place, got fucked up … I walked Christine and Rocky home, things kinda got how they go, and I left there right around 8:15a and went to work … Just read the article … it’s not 100% and is totally biased … I’m so tired, but goddamn, what a weekend.

Tuesday went by pretty quickly. That’s good. I didn’t do any community service, though, which is bad. I find out later today whether or not I can count working on the Jim Null election committee as service — if I can, I’ll be done in just a few days. That’ll be good. Otherwise I’ll be putting in 4-6 hours a day for a while … Today was one of those days that kind of just go by. I put the smoove on to this girl named Samantha … she’s one of the receptionists on our floors, and is 20. She’s looks pretty good and isn’t dumb, so I think I might line something up. Tonight was one of those great nights where the desire to just go out and not be home is strong. HouseMatt and I drove around … we visited the hill by Janelle’s house … I don’t know why I decided to go there, but we did — the memories are fond now, and not sad or bitter. I think that’s progress. Ended up at a pool club called “Sticks” where we played 4 games and Matt completely whooped my ass all night. Good fun. Christina Salisbury’s wedding is on Saturday — gotta get her something. And there’s some potential for some pretty important news [for me] coming up, will have more specifics in the morning. Update! – 7:12p – I worked out a thing with Bob today … so the community service is all taken care of. Additionally, I am offically moving — next door. I signed the papers today with Tony, and am moving from 427 to 423 N. Weber on/around the 21st/22nd — I’m taking a one-time assraping for it, but it’s definitely for the better. Probably won’t have a home phone, but we’ll have a T-1 in pretty soon. [fingers crossed]. The hottie mentioned above [samantha] has a kid. Damn. On a separate note, I have decided that this site is Free as in Beer, and Free as in speech as well. Although I may not like that you read it or that you comment on it, you still should have the ability to do such things if you so choose. Thanks to Tony and Tore for the extremely-often dishing out of on-target advice — precisely when it’s needed. Happy Birthday to my Dad! What a great guy 🙂

Hey, it’s May 5th, and there is supposed to be lots of partying happening. I don’t see any, though, so I don’t think I’m in the right place. Hrmm … Ideas? In other news, I was talking to Tore and he enlightened me to a startling revelation. It is basically this … being bitter about past relationships is a sign that someone still cares too much — instead of being able to chalk it up to experience and laugh at it, it still bugs them just enough to let it get under their skin and provoke bitterness. Similarly [as said in the previous comments], I don’t fault people for being assholes. That’s the way they’re built. I *do* fault people for pursuing things that are bad for them, but that’s their deal. And, if I’m going to be mad at something because I have no girlfriend, the only real place I can point a finger at is me. And you know, I’m too good to rag on myself, so there’s not much finger pointing here. And that’s that. Another thing hit me while talking to the fountain of knowledge known as Tore: Sometimes people just want to say things. Sometimes a person you know just wants to sit down and unload simply to do so. With no alterior motive about using anyone or trying to get a response or anything — sometimes people want to talk about things just to say them, to quantify them verbally, and a lot of the time, they don’t need real response: just act like you’re listening and they’ll be happy. And last but certainly not least, do not go shopping if you have ass on your mind. Went out with housematt the other night to buy some food, and then, because I was/am extremely horny and thinking about getting some, I completely spaced out 40% of our shopping list. So, never shop with ass on your mind, because you’ll undoubtedly miss a lot. Update – 9:25p – Man, some crazy ass hoo-haa happening in Acacia park for cinco de mayo … it was pretty cool.Lots of hot chicks wearing not much. Went by a CC party last night while walking around, but didn’t go in because it was in the process of getting broken up by CSPD. So … not too much real partying happening, but enough interesting things to be okay. Update – 10:12p – I went clothes shopping today. No ladies, don’t gear up your fashion bludgeons yet, I only bought pants. Got them from Old Navy, cuz they’re cheap and heavy duty: 1 pair of jeans, a pair of khakis, and another pair of cargos. I need to buy some new shoes sometime, too. Oh, and I got a haircut. It’s down to maybe 1/8″ all over. Really short, kinda nice. It’ll be on the webcam tomorrow. Update – 1:36a – SGC2C Funny! SpaceGhost – You’re the man! Schooly D – No, you’re the man! SpaceGhost – You’re the man! Zorak – I’m the man! SpaceGhost – No, you’re the mantis! Update – 4:07p, 05/06/02 – I fixed the search page so that it actually searches the site. Go there and abuse it like I know you jackals will.