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Friday, April 13th, 2029
11:59 pm	Doomsday Welcome to version three of my journal -- now with twenty times the trivial content, designed entirely to entertain my fellow unfocused intellectual dilettants. Every now and then, I post bad pulpy fiction and weird pompous poetry to timewalk (becoming steadily less obvious as entries are converted to friends-only-visibility), as well as jumbled pseudosensical flotsam to zeromancer. I maintain the defunct fatum_ferox and cyborn communities. I'm the author of wishthedevil, and co-author of eobiont and cluster. yotdfeed is a syndicated feed of my graphic design work. Production of said work has entered a period of dormancy, due to life-complexity issues. NOTICE: I will un-friend you if you gush about any of Joss Whedon's "work" or about Lost. If you think that's shallow or unreasonable... then what the Hell were you doing looking at my journal anyway? Current Music: here
Friday, March 7th, 2008
6:39 pm	live like a wire Greetings from the wasteland. What's different from the last time I spoke here? Let's see. I'm back in my home town. I'm currently a sophomore at university, majoring in anthropological linguistics. I also work at the university and live on campus, so my world is pretty small right now. My job can be taxing at times, but is mostly acceptable. I volunteer my time at the university museum, cataloging reference materials. I've made some very great friends, and I've gotten back in touch with someone I had been trying to find for a long time. I help organize canoe trips down the Rio Grande (when there's water in it). That's about all. I hope you are all doing well. Current Mood: okay Current Music: the rhythm of silence
Monday, September 25th, 2006
10:48 pm	Oh how like sweetly conversing with a lady is upgrading to PHP5... (Paraphrased for brevity and human readability.) Me: "Run." PHP: "I can't. Something is wrong." Me: "What's wrong?" PHP: "I don't know." Current Mood: make the stupid stop, mommy
Friday, September 22nd, 2006
9:19 pm	an ode to a handful of multicolored objects of various size and shape* Pills, pills, the magical treat, the more I take, the longer I sleep. The longer I sleep, the saner I feel. I should take pills with every meal! * sung to the tune of "Beans, Beans, the Musical Fruit"
Monday, September 11th, 2006
7:27 am	The Day that Was the Day I swear to you that if I lived a thousand years I could not be more crammed with dubious souvenirs [Beaudelaire] Today, I'm not reminded on my own of acts of terror nor pompous and self-serving holiday declarations. Every day of your life that is -- on the surface, on the calendar -- designated with a particular meaning has behind it in great repetition and variety alike many other days. Many of which were probably better. Many of which were probably worse. I keep hearing "the day the country died" intoned like a mantra, like a prayer, like the brainless rally-cry of drones at work. Oompa loompa doom-pity-do.
Monday, August 21st, 2006
10:57 pm	Memery. Reply and I'll give you a letter. Find five songs that start with that letter. Post them to your journal. dobhar_chu sentenced me to P. To supplicate the chaos deities, I'll spin the ol' wheel and list the first five "P" tunes that Winamp spits out on random playback of my entire audio library. Perpetuum Mobile; A Musical Joke Op. 257 (Johann Strauss) Pirates / Soldier Boy (Clannad) Prophecy (Front Line Assembly) Pure Morning (Placebo) Power (Razed in Black) Current Mood: sedated Current Music: quid alibi
Tuesday, August 1st, 2006
8:43 am	Hoocha hoocha hoocha... lobster. Got the tedious-sounding administrative secretary job at the university. BOO tedious-sounding. HOORAY getting paid in a bone-dry small town job market. BOO dealing with students. HOORAY two free classes per semester. And so forth. Current Mood: employed
Friday, July 21st, 2006
12:15 pm	Nate vs. The Car Insurance Phone Robot (round two) It: "What do you want to do next? You can say: 'make a payment,' 'review current statement,' 'access a different account,' or 'verify last payment.' If you're finished, say 'goodbye.'" Me: "Goodbye." It: "I didn't understand that response. You can say: 'make a payment,' 'review current statement,' 'access a different account,' or 'verify last payment.' If you're finished, say 'goodbye.'" Me: "Good. Bye." It: "I think you want to make a payment. Is this correct? You can say 'yes' or 'no.'" Me: "Tell me if this sounds like a phone hanging up." It: "I didn't understand that response. You can--" fin. exeunt omnes. initiate twelve-county killing spree. Current Mood: REDRUM Current Music: Shriekback - Pretty Little Things
Monday, July 17th, 2006
1:39 am	Come play the shellgame with the madman. Email with the subject line "your future, night flower" turns out to be spam offering pharmaceutical relief from that modern analog to the Black Death itself: erectile dysfunction. This makes me grumpy on a planet-smashing scale. Lucky for everyone I shrewdly opted to become a penniless derelict in lieu of turning this high-powered IQ toward a particle physics degree. While terrorizing heptite last night, it occurred to me (in much the same way that dog shit on the sidewalk "occurs" to your shoe) that despite the failure and consequent death-n-decay of fatum_ferox, I still have an exhibitionistic urge to publically document my madness. So, until my attention span once again disintegrates like an overzealous tourist in a bubbling sulfrous caldera, I'm'a be emitting a regular stream of chatter here about my "artistic" "influences" (like anyone "gives" a "crap"), like so: Creatures of Light and Darkness (Roger Zelazny)   Session 9   Haunted (Poe) It's an epic poem about egyptian mythology. It's a semiotic puzzle and a science-fiction fugue. It's hopeful and fatalistic. It's about what happens when the universe is overcrowded with gods, angels, immortals, and paradox-spawned sorcerous families. Virtually everything I've ever written has been saturated with remnants of the first impression I took from this book decades ago.   Okay, it's true. I watch bad horror flicks like they're spraying cancer-vaccine into my eyeballs; I have watched literally over a thousand bad horror movies in the last decade. Of that vast field of crap, there have been five horror flicks in my life that have actually scared me. Session 9 scared the Hell out of me. It's both a psychological drama and a chilling ghost story that miraculously doesn't devolve into a Scooby Doo mystery. Watch it. Watch it alone. In the dark. With the back of your neck exposed to the unlit room behind you.   Beyond my belief that Annie is one of the most talented musicians who has ever lived, her "Haunted" album is a work of insane art. The album itself is a fugue, a canon, a network of stories and themes. It's a soundtrack to her brother's first novel. It's a personal threnody on the death of her father. Her lyrics make me grin like a possessed china doll, and the reaction caused by her voice is Pavlovian in scope and unfit for documentation. Current Music: Fat Man & Team Fat - The Final Hour
Monday, July 10th, 2006
11:25 am	Let there be noise. LJ Talk. Jabber integration with LJ accounts. Highly developmental right now, but interesting to play with. No major snags with Gaim 1.5 (so far (that I've seen)). Pointed out by labyrinthman.
Thursday, June 15th, 2006
2:38 pm	%*()#*@$%)(&%# And even from the grave, the bony hand of Blockbuster reaches out to fist me from behind. Blockbuster won't provide letters of employment. They won't do their own employment verification. They've sold all the employee records to "The Work Number." If you get in there, as an employee, you have no way to access your own records. Not allowed. I worked at two different locations, with 3.5 different job titles -- I have no idea if what I'm putting on the resume or the application meshes with what these fools are verifying. But that probably doesn't matter much, because if you put the number down on a job application, the prospective employer calling "The Work Number" has to whip out a credit card and give them $11 (at the end of a lengthy registration process) to hear your employment verification. Local merchants get two minutes into the call, and then wipe their asses with my resume. Electronically-processed applications won't accept "The Work Number"'s hideously bloated phone-number-and-employer-code-and-employee-code string as a valid phone number, and most have no place to note additional information. Five years of my life burned away, grinding retail, and I can't even put it on a resume. I think I'm going to snap. Current Mood: nihilistic
Monday, June 12th, 2006
11:51 pm	Golgotha I swore I'd never return to this place. Yet here I am, homeless, jobless, friendless, leaning on the family that I rejected, hoping my eventual first paycheck will pull across the finish line before my credit card hits 100%. Oh my life.
Monday, May 29th, 2006
8:32 pm	Six Weird Habits Six weird habits I have. (via phinnia) 1. I chew. I chew on things you wouldn't think of chewing on. I go through whole baggies of those little plastic flossers in record time. I chew Sharpies and cellphone antennae and ceramic fork handles and the little metal hooks intended for hanging tea cups (though, of course, not while they're affixed to the underside of the cabinet). I gnaw on virtually anything I can fit in my mouth. It's a distressing and horrible habit. Unlike most compulsive chewers, however, I cannot chew on pencils -- so gross. 2. At least once a week, I'll spend three hours constructing a musical playlist designed to fit my mood, and then listen to only half a dozen songs from it before going back to fullbore randomized shuffle mode. I save the lovingly-assembled playlist, despite a knowledge that it will never again perfectly fit my mood, and will, in all likelihood, never be played again. Similarly, I assemble playlists to use as "soundtracks" for books I'm currently reading, even though I can't actually listen to music while I read; too attention-scrambling. 3. I over-hyphenate. Constantly. 4. I ironically over-stack superlatives and enhancing modifiers and use the word "like" inappropriately, like, an extra super very very lot when acting sarcastically over-excited. I often forget myself and do this in the company of peripheral acquaintances or strangers, unintentionally making them believe I'm a subliterate halfwit. 5. I throw away the dust jackets for virtually all my books. 6. I sit down to pee. And yes, I am male.
Saturday, April 8th, 2006
8:42 pm	How uneventful my life is. Mom and her pseudo-boyfriend Duane came into town. Sis and I went out to dinner with them, to a place called "Pinnacle Peak." The place is not the most annoying restaurant on Earth, solely thanks to the existence of Shakey's Pizza, Chuck E. Cheese, and that whole stratum of irritation. Anyway, the screenplay for the evening goes like so: Mom: "I'll have the 'cowgirl' short loin steak. I've heard this place is famous for it." Sis: "I'll have the 'cowgirl' short loin steak. I've heard this place is famous for it." Duane: "I'll have the 'cowgirl' short loin steak. I've heard this place is famous for it." Me: "Fuck all y'alls. I'll have the brisket. And bring me a trough of gravy." ...later... Mom: "This steak is crap!" Sis: "This steak is crap!" Duane: "This steak is crap!" Me: "This brisket is great! FSCKING PWNED, BITCHES." Also, it seems my spectral analysis yields... Get your own spectral analysis from Area 23® ...a black hole? Like this surprises anyone.
Sunday, March 19th, 2006
4:44 am	Streamlining for better fascism. While I'm usually a heavy proponent of anything that increases terror, chaos, and suffering in the world at large, any and all brits reading this need to apprise themselves of the Legislative and Regulatory Reform Bill. Yeah, the name sounds boring, but we're talking about nothing less than the end of parliamentary government in the UK. Read the article, then get off your butt and contact your MP. [Pointed out by molotov_bitch.]
Saturday, February 25th, 2006
6:17 am	Quote of the day. "Evil is not cute, evil is not sweet and romantic, evil pops out of oblivion and bitches you out for fucking with a puzzle box and then shoves you into an iron maiden." [-- ground0messiah on Tim Burton]
Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
5:47 pm	V-Day My traditional V-Day bilestream has been cancelled this year. Yes, I still hate it with a hatred of vesuvian magnitude. Yes, I still think it represents a great deal of what's fundamentally wrong with most human relationships (and humans in general). I'm just finding it difficult to summon up the pestilential winds of rage like I used to. I must be slowing down in my old age. Soon, I will have mellowed all the way down to merely psychotic. Current Mood: feh
Friday, February 10th, 2006
9:31 am	Statistically Improbable Phrases http://www.amazon.com/gp/phrase?phrase=ass%20festival Now taking bets about how many hours I'll waste on this particular toy today. Current Mood: easily amused
Friday, January 27th, 2006
12:24 pm	caff rehab murderdeathkill This is... day three of my dietary dry-out. No caffiene. No refined sugars. No raw carbs. Drinking huge amounts of natural fruit juices, because a zero-carb-zero-sugar diet is a quantifiably Bad Thing for a hypoglycemic. I feel like someone has taken a very flexible fine mesh screen, wrapped it gently around my brain, and is now vigorously fixing it in place with crucifixion nails and a large badly-aimed rubber mallet. Current Mood: kill me
Sunday, January 15th, 2006
9:00 am	Dill pickles in the piñata. In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2.55, when you know that you've had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul. (Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything) Current Mood: i hate time