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Category: Misc
Friday, May 28th, 2004 @ 02:30 pm
Posted By Brent
Well, as some of you may have noticed, I pseudo-replaced the commenting system. Up above the news posts, or "news" posts as one astute reader called them, you'll see the latest post in what I have come to affectionately (and insultingly) refer to as the "Peanut Gallery" (praise be to my little lady for suggesting the name). If the latest post is longer that a couple hundred characters, it will just show those first couple hundred characters as to avoid someone fucking my shit (as it seems most of you are wont to do) by posting an entire goddamned book up there and pushing my genius forrsight and literary flourishes off to the nether reaches of people's web browsers.

If you click on the Peanut Gallery icon (wittily designed as a peanut in a picture frame, ha!) up top next to the latest post, you will be brought to the last 15 posts with the ability to page through the past ones in descending order by date. The entire layout and posting process is identical to the commenting system's, so nobody should be lost.

Let the shitstorm begin.


Category: Personal
Thursday, May 27th, 2004 @ 01:50 pm
Posted By Brent
I've decided to restart my small health regimen that afforded me the pleasure of dropping twenty or so pounds two years ago.

Mainly, what I did was eat less, do sit-ups and push-ups everyday (amounts for each incrementing as my ability warranted), and cut out alcohol during the weekdays. I think I'm going to tweak it a bit and just drink when the situation calls for it, which means it could fall on a weekday. On the flip side of that coin is that when I did this before, I was drinking when the weekend hit, no matter if I was at a friends house, out on the town, or sitting around in my boxers at 11am on a Sunday, it was the weekend and I was going to get my fucking drink on.

I think If I allow myself to drink if I go out on a Thursday, yet not drink if I'm just sitting around my house midday on a Saturday, I can achieve the same level of intake while at the same time enjoying a much more flexible lifestyle. Sounds like a plan.

PS: If that image looks all crappy with a gray background, that's because it's a aphablended .png image and you're using crappy-assed Internet Explorer. download a real browser(with automatic pop-up blocking built in!) and see what the future looks like.


Category: Rant
Thursday, May 27th, 2004 @ 09:27 am
Posted By Brent
It's been around 24 hours since I decided to remove the ability to leave comments on the site, and here's a sampling of the communication I've received from my loyal readership thus far:

(Received in a series of Feedback messages from one person in the span of 2 minutes):
  • Yea, cause our empty skulls don't compare to the socks post! or the Men in robes post!! weak...
  • hahahaha "news"
(Taken from the Poll Comments):
Man, with input like that, I wonder why I ever took the comments away! Look at what I'm failing to share with the world! Now, I love most of you here, so I'm going to let you in on a little secret: when I started this website around 4 years ago (egads! it's been that long), I started it for some reason I haven't figured out just yet, but I'm pretty damn sure it wasn't to give my friends a public forum to practice their verbal douche baggery.


Category: Rant
Wednesday, May 26th, 2004 @ 10:10 am
Posted By Brent
Well, I've ripped the comment section out, as I'm sure you would have realized in two minutes after you've read this and went to post the funny non sequitur we all know and love you for. Maybe you were going to let the world know that you are hip and funny by posting the picture of Gary Coleman and David Haselhoff giving their thumbs up in front of Kitt from Knight Rider. Or maybe you were going to post the hilarious sound clip of the Delta Airline commercial done in jive. Man, I can't get enough of that one! Or maybe you're just going to post a head's up like, "let's do something tomorrow." Either way, I didn't put the comment system up there so that people too lazy to get their own damn website could have a place to post whatever retarded train of thought is barreling through their empty skull at the moment.

I'm sure this is a disappointment to quite a few of you, but truth be told, I haven't been the least bit happy with what it's brought to the site since I put it up. Even if it were used for its intended purpose, it gives me a feeling of being critiqued when posting things and I shouldn't, because no matter how you dress it up, this is a journal, or "blog" as the kids call it these days, And I shouldn't decide not to post things, or try to word things differently just because others are going to be reading it and possible opening up their blow holes to let me know what they think of it.

Maybe it will go back up after a while, maybe I'll just put up a commenting system that isn't connected to the news posts so people can still chat and make plans, not really sure. Shoot me some feedback (it's the link named "feedback" at the top) if you have an opinion one way or the other. After all, It's been there the whole time so you can send me messages that don't really belong in the comments for a given news post.


Category: Rant
Friday, May 14th, 2004 @ 01:50 pm
Posted By Brent
So I have all these black socks in my closet. Every morning I take a pair and sit down on the edge of my bed and try to put my socks on. The problem is I have about 3 or 4 pairs of socks in which one of the socks is for some reason way too small.

I slip them on, give them a healthy tug, and one will always stop with my heel still around halfway in the ribbed elastic part of the sock. This unto itself is no reason for alarm, but for some reason has begun to drive me into a furious fit of anger. I hurl the socks across the room screaming obscenities at my girlfriend for having put me through this horrendous debacle once more! How dare she put the too small sock pairs in my closet again!

"Haven't we been through this enough already? In the pair is one sock that is too small, you said that you would use them and not mix them in with my good socks again," I say.

I then begin thinking what I will tell the paramedics when they arrive to try to put her back together again. I curse God himself for having the gall to yet again put me through this Jobe-ian test of patience.

Then I realize I am about to kill people over a sock, so I sit for a moment pondering my own inability to cope with minor, random unpleasantness and begin to feel pretty silly. I wonder how mere seconds ago I was in a blinding rage over socks. I walk over to the closet and grab another pair, and the cycle of life repeats itself.