The week started off with a bang (in the form of Nightwish) but otherwise fucking blew big time. Let's see, where to begin...

Whoops, Bobby's done with dinner, time to climb. I guess I'll bitch later.

The Nightwish concert was shithot!

The drummer is still a pirate, and the singer is still gorgeous. And holy shit, they did a Megadeath cover! Symphony of Destruction! ::bangs head::Rather than continuing into a long drawn out post that won't get anywhere near describing the awesomenes of the concert in any way, I shall simply summarize: If you ( Read more... )

I was thinking, next summer we should all rent a house on the Outer Banks for a week. Including all the people who have been scattered to the winds, like Matt and Ariana. And Bernice. And whoever else you guys want to bring along. There's really no limit to the size of the house we can get, so no worries there ( Read more... )

Oh, I guess some of you don't know what body surfing is. Imagine real surfing. Take away the board. Take away common sense. Instead of coasting around in deep water, dive headfirst right into where waves are crashing on the beach. You can get some good rides up the beach, but usually the wave will just throw you into a pile of shells and spin ( Read more... )

Not even ruing ( Read more... )

Well, it's time for my first real vacation since the start of college. Maybe since the start of High School even, I can't really remember. My family has a house rented for a week in the Outer Banks. Woooooo beach! Will I actually get tanned? Or just burnt horribly? Sadly, prolly just burnt. But I'll at least get to do something crazy, like ( Read more... )

I think I'm going to have to take a week or two haitus from running. The shin splints are officially crippling. As in I had to walk the last half mile of a run due to the pain. And I am no stranger to running through pain. Bah.

In other news, Bobby owes me one V3+ and one V4-.

There is no spectacle more horrible than machining hardened steel. Drill bits explode, tooling binds, cutting oil reaches its smoke point. The shavings get into your skin, like little tiny knives that never come out ( Read more... )

Major premise: Geist is inherently trustful of human nature, otherwise this world would be too depressing to live in.

Minor Premise: People are actually all greedy, hateful fucktards.

Conclusion: Geist will leave a few articles of clothes to line dry overnight in the laundry room, and they will walk off to a happier home.

Corollary: Urge to kill

Well, I'm back from Baton Rouge. You think Pittsburgh is a little muggy this days? I scoff at you. Scoff scoff scoff. Because I think Baton Rouge was accidentally placed under a giant fresnel lens, as the heat index was consistently over 110 degrees. And yet, I had to wear long pants and long sleeves and gloves and a helmet and stand in the ( Read more... )