After years of puddle-stomping through 100-something-character posts, I wonder if I can even string together complete sentences anymore.

Nope.

PEW PEW. I AM STILL THE JIB.

One million barrels of oil will buy our sons' and daughters' toil
in foreign lands where natives stand

One man's head cannot bring the unjustly dead
in foreign fields where natives yield

One more year will bring the reckoning I fear
when old greed snaps the whip it cracks
to bring about the new collapse

the best way I can describe how I feel is through strategical imagastinastics ( Read more... )

I'm well on my way to becoming more normal. I have my living pocket of insanity sleeping in the next room, and she's enough to keep me tired most of the days. I've been content these past few weeks. It's nice to have my sis in the country.

Echoes of sentiment reverberate from the void in my self/brain, the message ricochets off synapses and shoots out of nerve endings down through my fingers and onto a smooth plastic keyboard, immediately sending an equal (tho often garbled) transmission to a widescreen monitor in front of me ( Read more... )

It started out as a joke between friends ( Read more... )

Don't sweat the small stuff. and no, It's not all fucking small stuff.

so now i have a respectable rig, i need a game. Survey says?

So I fixed my computer woes, for now. The new computer is up and running at 75% capacity ( Read more... )

So apparently my network card/router deal is not compatible with Win7 (aka Lose7 ( Read more... )