Hydrass

A change

2005-07-10T01:07:00.000-06:00

I've gone and done something different in these parts. I went in with a friend and bought some hosting and a shiny new .com to go with it.

Which means this is the end of Hydrass. I'll still exist, the blog will still exist, it's just that this blog won't be updated anymore because I created a newer blog over there called "The Mad Scientist"

So update your links and feeds people, things are changing.

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chemiepooh.blogspot.com == 3vil.5c13nc3.com (Evil Science)
hydrass.blogspot.com == m4d.5c13nc3.com (Mad Science)

Admin

2005-07-08T20:58:00.000-06:00

begin{rant}

This is fucking stupid. I'm borderline tech support in these parts and guess who doesn't have admin privilages on the computers? This guy. If you want the gps working on the handheld you'd better give me the ability to install software on it. Otherwise I can't do anything with it.

You might as well be telling me to drive a car but refuse to give me the keys. Do you really want me to break into these computers and hotwire them? I'll do it, just keep treating me like a petty thief and I might just turn out to be one.

Do I steal music? Sometimes. Is the lab going to be put at risk if I can install software on the computers? No. Am I going to help anyone with anything computer related in the lab anymore?

No. Not until I'm given admin on the computers.

If I want to steal your personal files off the computers, I'd bring tempest in and do it with him. Better yet I'd bring in a Knoppix CD and just boot up as root.

My Documents meet rm -rf

That's all I have to say about that.

end{rant}

Looking at you

2005-07-07T23:41:00.000-06:00

Looking at you

I finally broke down and wore my new favorite hat. That also means I had to take a picture of it before anything went wrong with it now that I use it.

I will not fix your problems, I have issues of my own right now

2005-07-07T10:52:00.000-06:00

Emails emails everywhere
and not a single one
with content worth my time
to even make it fair

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Bento I fired you off an email, but I don't think I'll need a reply this time. Then again I could be totally out to lunch and I'll come crawling back but I'm doing this on my own. Computer troubles aren't what I should be emailing my friends about.

Now onto the rest of you...

Will, I didn't spell check that last post. Frankly I didn't care, and it shouldn't be shocking to you that I still don't care. It was stream of conscience much like my rant about how I was going to start smoking *only* because everyone seems to think it's such a fucking back idea.

It's the same reason I sat on the back steps of my apartment with my neighbors and drank red wine last night while watching the MANHUNT kids do their thing in the back alley. Because I can. Because I'm in my early twenties and when I want to get smashed on red wine on a wednesday night, there's not a fucking reason in the world that's going to stop me.

Anyway MANHUNT looks fun. At least when you're not working to not get caught.

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I've been at work for 30 minutes and it's already a bad day... and yes I'm taking it out on you at my blog.

In a world like this you need something to hold on to...

2005-07-06T13:43:00.000-06:00

...like a big lightning rod.

I remember when growing up how drug dealing had a certain sigma around it. Standing in dark corners of NYC lining up with the other addicts waiting for your chance to pick up your fix. The crazy homeless ones standing next to hopelessly addicts wall street business men. Of course this view, this fantasy isn't the way the real world works.

It's a Hollywood soundstage where you saw this. It was a book describing the history of heroin use you read. It was all carefully saught after and processed by my developing brain. In the end leading me to believe that my life could be that if I wanted it to.

Why would I intentionally sagotage my life? Everything I could have been would be gone in a blink of an eye. Should I have glamorized this world I'd never be in? Yes, and I'm glad I did.

Because someday when I'm older and feel like it, hopeless drug addict will still be a career choice for me. I'll build my kit and stash it safely away on the top shelf of my bedroom closet. I'll ignore it, forget about it, and maybe even never use it. But it'll always be there just in case.

And trust me, I'm still considering it.

Drool

2005-07-05T22:51:00.000-06:00

oh man I want these (link).

They're Red/White/Silver and exactly the thing to fill the void left by my last pair which are sitting in a landfill somewhere in or around Regina.

Blogtag

2005-07-05T19:42:00.000-06:00

Instead of writing an email, sending it and waiting for a response I'm posting this on the blog.

Bento if you're free tonight, or tomorrow or whenever call me. My cell's pretty much always on (so on and so forth).

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There's a member of the harem who reads me. I suspect she likes the anonymity that comes with this dirty little network. I know you're on My Space. Are you going to give me the link or are you going to make me find it on my own. I'm a busy guy, don't make me work too hard for this.

Full anonymity promised.

UPDATE 7:57pm
Nevermind I found it on my own. Heh, only took 15 minutes...

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Right, So let me understand this then

2005-07-05T14:58:00.000-06:00

What are you doing at the beginning of August?

Maybe you're getting ready to sit around and fuck the dog like you've been doing for the whole summer up to this point. Maybe you're planning on dropping $20 of acid and going the movie theater to scary the little kids watching the afternoon matinee.

Or maybe you'll be like me and spending it working.

In Montana.

One of the grad students asked me this afternoon to week the first two weeks of August free because I'm probably going to have to go down to MT and ND to sample oil wells with him. I should really be excited about actually getting the fuck out of this office and creepy (let me repeat that again because it's very fucking important, CREEPY) bald guy who sits DIRECTLY BEHIND ME ALL DAY.

Of course my having to go out to the middle of no where to help poor little masters bitch get data for his project has no relation to creep-tastic creepy bald guy. But I figured he needed to be mentioned again.

Yup, creepy bald guy sits right behind me and talks to himself.

If I ever catch him with his hands down his pants I'm asking to be moved.

Dreams and Cars

2005-07-04T21:53:00.000-06:00

I'm back. Which means you can call me or come to the apartment to drag me out into the big bad world kicking and screaming.

For the most part I never remember my dreams. Think I always have them, but I don't remember their contents. Except for last night. Here's a rundown of my dream, it really freaked me out. Names have been removed to protect myself mostly.

I knowingly got on to a public transit bus which was going in the wrong direction. This was of course to follow a pack of friends. On this bus we were talking (although I forget the subject) and once the bus reached the end of the line we were all kicked off and moved into the bus station.

This is where it gets weird.

I vividly remember everyone and everything in my dream getting very blurry. Almost as if they were moving so fast that all I could see was the trails they left behind. I think I was borderline afraid by this, until one of the blurs came right up to me and stopped. The whole world around us is blurry and scary and this one stops right in front of me and stops.

I know right then I felt safe, and for some reason we kissed. However it was only after we kissed did I realize who it was.

This is where it gets weirder.

She steps back, shocked. Looks at me with a conserned look on here face and opens her mouth to talk. But all I see is a little lit tea light candle between her lips. Before I can react, she bolts off and joins the rest of the blurs in the room. I chase off after her to explain myself. I don't know why I needed to do this, but I felt like I needed to explain why I kissed her. Of course what I was going to say to her must have been crystal clear in the dream, now it seems to have escaped me.

I spent the rest of the dream chasing after her, only to be stopped by various people in my life all who wanted to know the same thing; Why I was bleeding from the nose/ears.

At this point I woke up in a cold sweat and panicing. It was 4am. I went into the kitchen to take my temperature (because I've been fevering for 3 days) and I was sitting at 40^oC/104^oF. Of course if there's a point to this story I've missed it. But I thought I'd share it with you because it was a hella lot more interesting than the drive to E-town.

More on the drive after the break

Topics I don't want to have to discuss with my Mom during a 8 hour drive with her

Memories of Vactions past. Or more correctly, how I don't remember any vactions as a child

My fever

My ex girlfriends and how much better my life is without them

Her work

Attention my legions of screaming popstar like fans

2005-07-03T22:15:00.000-06:00

I've got an extra $4 (USD) burning a hole in my pocket. I'm offically taking suggestions for a real .com address.

My only criteria, it's actually available.

So if you want to see this blog hosted at [insert_clever_name_here].com now's your chance to have some say.

Winner gets... um... aaaahhh... I don't know yet. Hell you can suggest your prize too.

Now, bring on the kink!

Old and Busted ... New Sweetness

2005-07-03T16:59:00.000-06:00

New/Old Shoes

I picked up some new adidas shoes this afternoon.

Can you believe my mom wants the old ones thrown out?

Yeah, so about that...

2005-07-03T15:57:00.000-06:00

Migraine.

Fever.

Upset Stomach.

Can't say this has been the best trip home.

Oh, I forgot to mention I have a dentist appointment tomorrow morning.

Why don't you just tie me to the back of a pickup and drive me to the Republican National Convention?

I have nothing positive to post, but I'm posting anyways

2005-07-02T19:27:00.000-06:00

The title pretty much sums everything up quite nicely. I've been watching live 8 on tv all day. God Canada got the short end of the stick when it came to acts. DMC? Lightfoot? I mean these people are good in their own right, and then they flash to London where U2 is playing "Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" with an original Beatle on stage.

Right.

I've had the worst 24 hour headache of my life today. I can't turn quickly or sit down without feeling sick.

There was an insult that came to my mind although I can't think of any opportunity where I might be able to use it. Therefore I'm sharing it with you, in the hopes that you'll be able to insult someone with it some day;

Well at least I'll never have to think up an excuse to explain the chips in my teeth from my bosses Prince Albert

Right, so what did I do to deserve this?

2005-07-01T23:10:00.000-06:00

I'm tired and have a pounding headache. This post shall then be very Fenton-esque

The butterfly effect was way more thought provoking than I think it should have been. That might have been sleep deprivation, that might have been the 8 beers. I'll never know

Getting up at 8 in the morning after sleeping on a fold-out sofa bed is never very hard. Why is that? Because to wake up I'd have to fall asleep

8 hours in the car with my parents was fine

Driving the last 3 hours of the trip was hell

From now on when my mom asks "Do you do want to go for a walk?" make sure to ask where she's going. Tonight it was a 2 hour walk through Regina. *shudder*

All the parks and nice green spaces in Regina appear to this hydrogeologist to be in areas of discharge. They're also full of mosquitoes

We got home too late this evening to pick the dog up from the kennel. I'm home, sans dog, and this only serves to remind me how lonely I am without a girl to sleep next to occasionally

How's that for Fenton-esque. Hell I even got a reference to girl troubles in it too!

/jk

Oh God...

2005-06-30T15:38:00.000-06:00

Ok, so what would you do if the workspace you've had for 2 months all of a sudden began attracting more and more people. Yes, if my life at work wasn't already a fucking gong show, I now have someone's Post-Doc working in the lab with me.

Holy Fuck!

Warning: this could get out of control!

How in the fuck did this happen. At the beginning of the summer I had a cool little chilled out place to work. The theory was (I'm guessing here) for me to work away slowly at my undergrad thesis. Ha! I've spent more time this summer fucking around with other people's business that I'm beginning to think that the only reason I'm still payrole is to solve YOUR problems.

And now, oh now I've got this bitter man in his mid 30's mumbling to himself directly behind me. Yeah, he sits right behind me. How fucking creepy is that????? I can't blog at work anymore because I'm sure he'll say something about it.

Fuck I'm pissed off right now.

I just want my old lab back. With MY music and MY work so that I can do MY job.

[/end rant]

I realized this afternoon that I won't get my undergrad thesis done this summer, therefore I will not be doing an undergrad thesis.

And that depresses me more and more each time I look at my "To-Do List".

It's up to 24 items...

Love's Labour's Lost

2005-06-29T14:06:00.000-06:00

Yesterday was nothing more than proof that I need a little pocket pc to take control of my life back. Too much shit gets planned into each day, and my little drugged brain has enough trouble remembering to put my underwear inside the pants.

I don't remember making plans, but I was supposed to hang oot [sic] with Emmy last night. I completely forgot, so when she called at 7 saying that she would be in my part of town in an hour I felt like a complete tool because I was already heading out the door heading to the River City Shakespeare Festival with some other friends.

Of course heading to Shakespeare in the park was a last minute decision made after the original (as of like noon) plans to head out to Reds for Twoonie Tuesday [Ed-- Is that the right spelling?] fell through. Bowling would have actually been fun. 5 pin isn't my best sport but it's fun enough after a handful of G&T's. Anyway what's the worry, Reds has pool tables and everyone knows that I can still kick ass at pool long after my ability to keep my balance is lost.

So anyway, Tuesday is Pay what you can day at the River City Shakespeare Festival and yesterday's show was "Love's Labour's Lost". So being that I'd never read L³ before I figured it was worth the chance of it being bad. Of course it wasn't bad at all, in fact it was one of the best play's I've seen (not that I've seen a lot of live theater before...). I quite liked all the crazy bitches (the actresses if you know the play).

Next week's Tuesday show is Romeo & Juliet, I might have to skip out on it. I'm not the biggest fan of R&J...

Apologies to Emmy for completely forgetting about her. I'm off to the parents place for the long weekend. So, Yes, I will be spending the biggest party weekend of the year 800 km from anyone my age I know, but my parents place has my dog. And my dog is way better than any of my friends. Mostly because I can have my dog sleep on my bed without things getting weird.

Side Note: My sister who's married and lives in Ireland is appearently coming home. When? Why? What the hell? None of these questions have been answered, but I get the feeling this can't be good. MC, if you read this I'm curious to know what's going on. When you get back we'll have to go for drinks. I'm thinking of you...

Out

2005-06-28T17:15:00.000-06:00

Plans for tonight.

More tomorrow.

Don't you wish you were me?

Yeah, me neither¹...

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Here at work I've been using an Excel spreadsheet with each and every formation top for every well in the state of Montana². The file size is just over 75Mb. I didn't realize this before, but excel sure fucking chokes on huge files.

It takes a few minutes to sort the records with autofilter. And this is on a desktop with more than enough power.

¹I kid, I kid

²Don't ask how I ~~stole~~made/obtained said spreadsheet

Better

2005-06-28T09:51:00.000-06:00

How lucky am I? Sitting here listening to music I actually enjoy. No one bothering me to do things for them.

Ahhh, it's almost perfect.

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To celebrate [Ed-- are you sure that's the right word?] my ex's birthday (today! thank you thunderbird...) the lyrics to the song I'm listening to right now

The Ex - Billy Talent

Well, I looked at her face and then I knew she changed,
My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray!
My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray!

So I sat in my room for 27 days,
No she never called, I had something to say!
No she never called, I had something to say!

Well I don't know much and I don't know how...

Why would she put me through such torture,
I would have given my life for her,
She was the one that knocked me over,
Now I'm alone sitting on the corner

Well, I heard she's great and her new boyfriend's lame,
She can go to hell I'll never be the same!
She can go to hell I'll never be the same!

And these open wounds will heal with time they say,
My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray!
My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray!

Well I don't know much and I don't know how...

Why would she put me through such torture,
I would have given my life for her,
She was the one that knocked me over,
Now I'm alone sitting on the corner

Why would she put me through such torture,
I would have given my life for her,
She was the one that knocked me over,
Now I'm alone sitting on the corner

Well i dont know much and i dont know how

Why would she put me through such torture,
I would have given my life for her,
She was the one that knocked me over,
Now I'm a alone sitting on the corner

Why would she put me through such torture,
I would have given my life for her,
She was the one that knocked me over,
Now I'm alone sitting on the corner

Sick

2005-06-27T07:37:00.000-06:00

I'm sick. It's really that simple. For what it's worth, I blame my eating habits for how I feel today. Going 3 days without eating anything of substance, and then have beef fajitas the next day.

Ugh...

If anyone needs me I'm in the office.

Curled up in a big ball of pain under the desk.

Note to self: You're an idiot.

2005-06-27T06:08:00.000-06:00

I don't remember writing that last post. I guess that semi-explains the word entertation, which as far as I can tell should be entertainment. Let's just act like I never got that drunk on saturday night. And while we're at it, Fenton you can pretend that I didn't come to work that drunk either.

oy...

It's Monday morning and I still feel hazy from saturday night. Not good.

My bestest best friend from high school called me yesterday. Completely out of the blue. It's funny how my brain immediately recognized his voice on the phone. Appearently he called to tell me that his house [Let's not split hairs here, he still lives in his parents basement, he's 22] had some problems last night. He said that the sewers in Wetaskiwin backed up because something went wrong with the pumping station. The long and the short of it was he came home Saturday night to find 7 inches of raw sewage in his basement.

I didn't exactly know how to respond to that. First off this is the first time in a year I've talked to him, secondly the only thing that was going through my mind was all this could have been prevented with a $5 one-way valve on the sewage drain in the basement. I changed the subject, of course he saw right through my clever plan and responded with:
"So I guess if you want to bullshit about shit we'd talk about your relationship troubles."

That is how you make my day.

Radiohead at 10 to 7 in the morning

2005-06-26T06:50:00.000-06:00

I'm on the internets at this ungodly hour because, well let's face it; I'm addicted to the internets. It's my generations' [the same generation that fell in love with the sega genesis for exactly what it was, the best entertation system of it's time --Ed] Sega Genesis, or Heroin.

Or I've been up all night drinking.

either way...

NIN: an update

2005-06-25T18:09:00.000-06:00

You might be asking yourself "Why would hydrass be updating something like the nine inch nails?" Well the answer that is rather long and complex. I wrote about the new NIN song Everyday is exactly the same months ago. But the funny thing is I keep getting comments on it. Like the one I got last night. Why are people commenting on month old posts? This happens to me a lot more than you might think.

Anywho, the last comment left was a rather good one, although I need to ask the person who wrote it why the song is a azure blue.

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I went dancing at halo last night. Again. I guess I don't learn the first time that mod club is only about 33% of my personality. It's hard to explain, I like the people there. I'm meeting new people and well it's hard to argue that's a bad thing. It's just that I'm not entirely comfortable there. Funny how the only club in the city that plays the type of music I listen to, doesn't appear in my mind to be the kind of place I'd drop into on my own free will.

Fenton and Emerson were the one's who recommended going to the club last night. Emmy (I'm going to call you that from now on) got shockingly drunk last night. One minute I'm drinking some highballs with her, going one for one and the next thing I know she's drunk. And I'm stone cold sober, dancing to what I will call the "Shit-tastic 80's dance crap" set [It's a mod club, MOD CLUB means we have very specific tastes in music, and that doesn't include mixing samples of the fucking loony tunes into your songs. That's not cool. Let me make a siimple little equation for the DJ's at Halo. Elastica == Cool, Remixed Great Balls of Fire != Cool -- Ed]. Drunk Emmy (who I know will read this, get mad, and hate me till the end of time) wanted me to come home with her and Fenton last night. Although this would have been not real problem for me, and I probably should have taken them up on the offer, I just couldn't. And I guess I feel like I owe an explanation for why I didn't come home with the two of you.

Simply it's because the two of you were really drunk, and I wasn't. Drunk people scare me because they don't have that normal little voice of reason in their heads. When you or I get drunk the little voice who normally says things like "The oven's hot asshole don't even think about it" turns into the biggest horniest little devil in the universe and starts saying things like "You haven't been laid in 7 months, stop stalling and get to it!"

I have enough trouble paying attention to my own normal little voice let alone fight off the urges of other people's little voices.

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Did any of that make sense? I think I need to lay off the you-know-what for a week and get my head back on straight.

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She said
She'd take me anywhere (x2)
As long as she stays with me

She said
She'd take me anywhere (x2)
As long as I stayed clean

Kiss kiss
Molly's lips

(Repeat)

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I bought a fedora today.

It's hot.

It makes me sexy.

And slays dragons.

Ladies you can get your own fedora-wearing-hydrass today, just call, or email, or stop me in the hallway and start making out with me...¹

¹Offer not valid with people who have a penis, have had a penis in the past or plan on getting a penis in the future

Heh.

2005-06-24T14:46:00.000-06:00

Where the hell is everyone? Oh right, it's 2:45pm on a friday afternoon and the Boss is out. Heh.

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AAPG/CSPG was suprisingly boring as a conference. All the activities related to the conference were nothing less than chaos at times. And without any further a-do I present to you an bulleted list of the things I will remember:

Calling ahead to a bar on Sunday night to make sure they'll stay open until we get there because we're drunk and we still need to drink

Fighting off the urge to beat the nice looking folks at the AccuMap station

Did anyone else think the girls at the Halliburton booth were nothing more than glorified booth babes?

A virtual cafe that consisted of brand new clamped down Dell laptops running on the free wireless

Cells and Blackberry's going off all the time during presentations. For fucks sake having your cell ring for a couple minutes is bad enough, did you really need to talk loudly into it too?

ExxonMobil's student thing at the Hyatt. Free food + open bar + the awkwardness of not knowing anyone there == Super fucking drunk. Follow that up with a trip to an Irish pub for more drinks and a club for shitty music and pretend dancing

I'm still trying to understand how the shape of the basement in the WCSB effected in any way the placement of Mississippian reefs. I have one word for that: BULLSHIT!

*Cell phone ringing* Me:"Hello?" DP:"Hey!!!! (yelling in background), we're at [name of bar] on the patio. We've been drinking for hours!!!" Me:"um... great" DP:"Come down and drink with up, mkay bye"

The next morning: Me:"what happened last night?" DP:"I don't remember (turns to my boss) What happened last night?" Boss:"All I know is it was hard to get out of bed this morning"

America! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!

GJ gave his talk on Isotope correlation in the williston basin. I was acknowledged. The talk kicked ass

"I'll have a double G&T with a lime twist"
[when the drink comes and it's fucking GREEN]
"A twist darling, I didn't want it drowning in lime. I'll have another though, just this time place a lime wedge on the edge of the glass

J-Dawg's friend:"If my parents find me this drunk they're going to be so pissed. Ok, act sober. How's this?" *Falls into a flower bed* Me:"Great, no one will ever know"

Trying to find a Fedora for me to buy and then wear pretentiously around Calgary. No fedora's and the hunt continues in Edmonton

There you go. A simple sum up of my week in Calgary. There's of course a lot of the week that wasn't in a drunk haze, but that's not really that memorable. I'm left here listening to Elvis Costello drinking my pseudo-warm twinings english breakfast.

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Fenton:
Mod Club tonight?
Time?
Know of a good place in E-Town to buy a Fedora on a friday afternoon and then wear it pretentiously to afore mentioned Mod Club?
Pink Ties? And you're sure you don't crave the cock?

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Morning After

2005-06-21T13:11:00.000-06:00

It's the morning after.

It's 1:10 in the afternoon and I just rolled my ass out of bed.

I'll sum up some of what happened yesterday.

J-Dawg and I went to the conference. We saw a talk, roamed around on the grounds looking for cool free stuff, and then went for lunch. A lunch where we had a couple drinks. Then it was off back to the stampede grounds to see some more talks, including a couple on sedimentation and groundwater flow evidence on Mars. Cool stuff, but I forgot to take notes. Here's what I can remember:

Mars appears to have deltas, which is evidence of flowing water. The deltas Mars has are very geomorphologically similar to those we find on Earth

The Mars blueberries (I'll link to this later), are probably the same as the "Marbles" we find in Utah. These marbles are 35% Fe₂O₃, and a result of redox reactions in the groundwater table when the water has lots of dissolved Fe.

After the talks we ran over to the student somethingorother that ExxonMobil was throwing. Imagine a room full of great tasting food and drinks. Then imagine everything in the room is free. That's what we did for the next 4 hours. Drank. Heavily.

Things get a little hazy after that. Off to an Irish Pub, and then a dance club. More and more drinking at each of these places. I dunno what to say now that woke up in the middle of the fucking afternoon on the next day. Tuesday's a complete and total write off. I think we should jump out to Banff for the rest of the afternoon and go hiking.

Ahhh, and now you're all updated.

From AAPG

2005-06-20T15:48:00.000-06:00

I'm in AAPg right now (cyber cafe), surrounded by so much money and useless crap I'm scared.

Free supper last night, free supper at the Hyatt tonight.

Sometimes I wonder why people wouldn't want to come to these things.

I have to go, I think Halliburton is giving away scotch again...

Hydrass

A change

Admin

Looking at you

I will not fix your problems, I have issues of my own right now

In a world like this you need something to hold on to...

*Drool*

Blogtag

Right, So let me understand this then

Dreams and Cars

Attention my legions of screaming popstar like fans

Old and Busted ... New Sweetness

Yeah, so about that...

I have nothing positive to post, but I'm posting anyways

Right, so what did I do to deserve this?

Oh God...

Love's Labour's Lost

Out

Better

Sick

Note to self: You're an idiot.

Radiohead at 10 to 7 in the morning

NIN: an update

Heh.

Morning After

From AAPG

Drool