I guess the LiveJournal fad has been winding down for more than year now, what with the rise of MySpace, Facebook, and a multitude of other "social networks". I know that I don't really feel the desire to air my thoughts to strangers anymore, and I guess you don't either. It must have been some wave of collective insanity. I mean, geez, posting ( Read more... )

I caught a rattlesnake today. I'm keeping it imprisoned in TupperwareTM.
Here's some places I can be found:

• talkingwires @ Deviant Art
• last.fm
• my webserver, sometimes up, sometimes down, no real content
• /.

Here's who I've been tapping my toes to:

• Devin Davis

My entire music collection, browsable, searchable, and streamed staight to your media player:

http://67.35.173.251/ampache/login.php
user: ljguest
pass: ljguest

This is all running off my primary computer and a virgin Apache installation, so no hacking, please. ;) This account will probably only be open for a couple of days. After all, this is ( Read more... )

Our landlord has replaced the light on the back porch twice. Three lights, and none have worked more than two weeks. We've got a string of holiday lights running down the banister. They're there more to keep the cockroaches at bay than to provide any sort of usable light. So when the first police cruiser drove by, its lights lit up the porch like ( Read more... )

With my knees pulled up, I can lean against the window and adjust my iPod where nobody can see it. I'm listening to Lift Yer Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven while I ride the bus home from work. On the window, there's a smear of grease from a previous occupant's hair when they rested their head against the glass. As I look out the window, I ( Read more... )

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I'll be in Boone for four days next week. We'll be staying at Sara's and/or Sarah's. It should be fun...

My parents have a webcam. Holy fucking shit!

Some friends of Crystal's friend spent $5,000 to buy a wrestling ring, a championship belt, and a cotton candy machine. They're gonna have have a wrestling match and sell cotton candy. Holy fucking shit!

Each day is an adventure at my job. I mean the robberies, homeless people passed out in the lobby, fist fights, and drugs and booze scattered on the restroom floor are interesting. And the parade of transexuals and people with gold fangs molded unto their incisors certainly keep me on my toes. But how many people can say they came to work and found ( Read more... )

These images probably deserve some context, but I won't be providing any.

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