so when i step up to the microphone... it comes out a little something like this...


popin with the smack, readying to back track... here i am, and where have you been? seems like the only way people seem to notice im not around, is when there just is gigantic lulls in my bloglike activity. whatever. im here. the world is queer. what else do i need to say.

ive discovered something that all men who read this should go to and check out...


EXECSHIRTS.COM


absolutely the best way to donate 50 bucks to some money grubbing company. it does 3 things that i like, all rather well at the same time... first it gets me something nice... namely a custom sized dress shirt... seriously... if i go to the high and wide store, its difficult to buy that much cloth to roll my fat ass in... to get it into a shirt, then made to fit, then in styles id like... fucking gold. second... it exploits people in other countries. seriously, what is not to like about that? some thai whore-wash-out is making me a shirt! solid gold. third, its all over the internet. even better. net-commerce is a great thing. especially for something like this. i dont mind shopping... i dont.. its my most metrosexual fault that im aware of, but i dont like shopping at the mall stores where things never fit, where i deal with annoying people, and who knows how many people had sex in the pair of pants im trying on, before i did? see. that and the horrid music piped in these places... if its not some gay mix... errrrrrrrrrrrrr modern emotionally charged guitar inspired songs, its some whiny pop bitch, or some niggah thug rap music. none of which i enjoy. and i enjoy them all signifficantly less, when im doing things i dont like anyhow... so. internet commerce. a glorious thing. but the shirt fits well... took about a week to get [i paid the 10 bucks for expediated shipping], and it looks like it cost alot more than it did. seriously. all men, over 21 should own a nice, well fitting shirt, preferably with french cuffs. this is a great way to do it.

onto other things.... things that fucking twerk my gerk. or whatever the hell a gerk is. forget i said that. shit that puts me in a fit..

buying fucking games on cd... where the cd does nothing. case in point... .Red Orchestra. a fucking fantastic game, based on the soviet front of the second world war. thats good. based on the steam protocol for EVERYTHING. thats bad. contains two cds for installation, cd labeled DISC 2 is actually disc 1, cd labeled DISC 1 is actually disc 2. thats worse. still sitting here, 8 hours later, waiting on god damn Steam to let me down load a game, i just purchased, contained on two cds, but wont let me play. THE FUCKING WORST. seriously get a clue people. bounce me to the online service to validate my game... but dont sell me cds with installs, but force me to download it... i bought it so i wouldnt HAVE to wait on steam to download it. see my ire? but here i sit, pulling 68 k/sec for hours to get this game i thought i purchased.

fucking asshat [thats for you Ed] municipal snow plow operators. why? because i spent 2 hours shoveling this afternoon, and you all fucked it up in 3 minutes. weve got about 4 inches of snow, which is melting, and each shovel full weighs about 60 pounds right now.... so heres to another hour of breaking my back, to fix what you do. that and try to find a curb buddie. i dare you! while you do the best work of your shift plowing in people, you never seem to find 5 feet and closer to a curb when you should. god fucking dammit. i just dont believe it. that and youre getting 5.7 mega overtime pay per hour too Snowplow Driver Guy. besides which... you are in league with...

mr. god damn immigrant concrete laborer. why do you make the list, its february? because. fuck you. remember about 8 months ago, when you all decided to rip out my street on a whim? not even telling the city of Davenport when and why? yeah. when you replaced it, your hired help, which probably cant speak english, nor read municipal building code, decided to finish the concrete to grade.... in reverse. yes. water now is pooling in the street... in places its about 6 inches deep. and the storm water grate is about 8 feet away, sitting roughly 4 inches HIGHER than the plane of the street. see any problems Juan, Jorge, Miguel, or Manny? nope me neither.

hell, Daimler-Chrysler 5 Star Service Shops, get on the fucking list too. in the last two months, ive taken Big Red to you, and youve found a magnificent way to rip me for 280 bucks, and 210 bucks, for a repair that took you about an hour each time, with a part, you allegdge to be the cluprit, that costs less than 30 dollars. mega fucking shame on you ... you got on the list. yes.... it runs fine now. but does it really need to go down like that? every time? if at first you succeed, dont fuck them over the next time, they could notice it... thats my motto... you on the other hand.... or should i say, the other hand up your ass errrrrrrrr the Daimler Benz group has decided to put you all on the block, and sell you to... waaahahahahaha GM? good call. its like using a torpedo on a rubberduck.

to things that dont piss me off....

how about the idea of reliving the cd's you already own, but forgot about.. man.. i spent most of my time stuck indoors this weekend [hence the anger of the snowplows, and videogames] and spent some time combing through my stackds of cds... found some stuff i didnt know i had anymore... some other gems. but what a trip. in some respects its humbling. not the cds. but the emotions you attribute with certain cds. for whatever reason i found a cd yesterday morning that reminded me of getting dumped. it was one that i had in the car at the time, when she did it, id get real angry, drive around alot, then go home. all back when i was about 18. thats along time ago. and really, thats two big things ive really never thought about since then. that girl, and that cd. but by chance i ran across it. and its like everything was happening for the first time again. just weird how well we relate memories and events to innocuous things like songs that played in the background.

Red Orchestra finally fired up... im somewhat impressed. after a million hours to download what i purchased, i can finally play it. its a cross between DoD and Battlefield... the vehicles dont impress me really... the paitience it takes to fire them does! the in-game physics actually do account from some bullet drop and movement... its a challenge... like the iron sights on weapons... nothing goes where you shoot it; and for a game with this long of a draw distance [litterally twice what DoD is...] its nearly impossible to hit things more than 20 feet out. so far atleast.

should i talk about the Hole? maybe. lots of fun things are floating around at work. since jared left its been in somewhat of a dissarray... then they promoted me up.... now, if what i hear is correct, were going to have more personnel changes... great. im not sad to see soem people leave... errrrrrrrrrrrrrr get relocated because they cant do the job errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr i mean step down. its just that its such a pain in the ass to do it all at once... you know? wait 9 weeks or so to get everything else aclimated first... but no... anyhow, for me not much changed. i really do exactly what i had been doing for the past 5 months or so... i just get the mammoth 50 cents / hour raise, and a store login to change inventory and such. ho hum at best. no really movement or responsibility yet. generally though, im unofficially required to do 45 hour weeks.... well see how that works out too in the long run.

thats about it... i want to get back to RO for the time being... as Rome says...


GOOD NIGHT NOW!