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July 20, 2000 | 10:32am:
Funny how certain smells can bring back memories. Someone in my office just passed by and I caught a whiff of the perfume...then all of a sudden I had a flashback. It's weird how we associate smells with people. Damn. It's 6 years later and this perfume STILL makes me remember that person. Weird. Okay. Back to work.
July 19, 2000 | 12:50pm:
Damn Drink Machines
I just lost $2 freekin dollars in our damn drink machine downstairs. I went down during lunch to get myself a nice, refreshing Snapple, and when I pressed the code for the drink, the little door holding the drink in opened up, but did not release the bottle. DAMNIT. I'm standing there, only a thin piece of plastic separating me from a delicious, thirst quenching drink - and i can see it - taste it! It's just stuck teetering there on the edge. DAMN! I hit the machine...nothing. I hit the machine again. Nothing.
Any normal person would have walked away at this point...either that or chose something else to drink...but me, being the dumb ass that I am...figures that if i put ANOTHER dollar in, the bottle behind it will push it out, and i'll have 2 SNAPPLES. =). I bet you can guess what happened. Yep. The 2nd bottle failed to come out, so now i just wasted ANOTHER dollar.
THE SCORE: Drink Machine = $2 / Cue = -$2. I banged and banged the machine w/all my might and still nothing. Stuck to that edge like it was superglued. Damnit! Luckily i snapped out of dumb-ass mode and didn't put in a 3rd dollar trying to knock the other TWO out. heheheh... I finally settled on a Hawaiian Punch 3 rows below. I was praying to myself that this one didn't get stuck either. It came out fine...
But i could swear that the machine hesitated for a second before releasing the drink - maybe to just f*ck with me a little bit. I bet if that machine had a face it'd be smirking right now. Damn drink machines.
July 18, 2000 | 12:34pm:
X-Men, Computers, and more!
I saw X-Men this past Friday, and I gotta say... I REALLY LIKED IT. This may be because back in the day I was a straight comic book geek...but I thought the movie was damn cool, and I haven't touched my comics since the 80's. I watched the movie with a friend of mine who also was a comic book geek and we both got hyped up during the movie. I don't want to spoil it for those of you who haven't seen it...but here are some notable things about the movie: |
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(1) Wolverine (pictured above) is a BAD-ASS. I don't know how they did it, but they cast the role perfectly and it was like a cartoon come to life - even with the occasional 'Bub' thrown in for good measure. (2) The other characters were cool - although it seemed as if Wolverine was the main character (which was cool w/me), but I would have liked to see them play a bigger part. (3) Jean Grey and Storm were dope - because they wore tight shirts throughout the whole movie =) (it looked like Storm had two midgets hiding in her shirt =P) (3) Where the hell was Psylocke? Damn. That woulda been dopeness had they included her character. (4) WTF was Sabretooth all about?! He sucked majorly. Every time he came on screen I was thinking to myself: "What a bitch-ass." (5) They hooked it up nicely for X-Men 2 - hopefully since this movie is blowing up, they'll get a bigger budget for the sequel - which means more characters and a longer movie.
I say go watch it - even if you aren't a fan of the comic book it's still a cool movie. You may be a little confused at times and miss out on some of the 'inside' jokes, but its still an entertaining movie.
This weekend I also helped my friend John put together his new computer. For all the geeks out there...its a DUAL PIII-533 (1066Mhz?!) with a GeForce card. Sick, right? For all of you non-geeks out there...let's just call it a FAST AS HELL computer that will make you crap your pants. Below are some pics of me and him putting this beast together. (Pictures courtesy of John's digital camera).
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July 13, 2000 | 1:25pm:
Just Plain Funky
There are a few things in life that really disturb me: (1) the lingering thought in the back of my mind that "The Sixth Sense" may actually be real and there's dead people right behind me; (2) the fact that someone I knew pissed in the bucket of pickles at Burger King while working there; and (3) people wearing sandals that have some JUST PLAIN FUNKY feet and/or toes.
Fortunately I didn't see any dead people or eat at Burger King today. The last one in my list - unfortunately walked (no pun intended) into my life today. I was going about my normal daily routine at work when called into a meeting. I get to the meeting late because I was so busy (yes i was actually WORKING). I sit down at the meeting and proceed to take notes.
[Please keep in mind that its approximately 85 degrees outside today and the humidity is about 90%...so people tend to wear "summery" clothes to work - which usually means sandals or open-toed shoes. I have no problem with this. Some people (women) actually have very nice feet and I don't mind seeing their toes stickin' out.]
But anyways. I'm taking notes, but i'm sitting a little far back from the table. I happen to look down at the floor and out of the corner of my eye notice the woman on the end wearing sandals. I glance and keep moving. Cool, no problem. But wait. What's this? Something catches my attention. Did I just see something black on the sandal down there?
I proceed to do another scan of the floor and investigate. I try not to make it too obvious so as not to attract attention to myself. I start my eyes ALL the way on the other side of the table and work my way around to where i saw the black "thing". Why am I getting nervous? Am I sweating? Closer....closer...and then...
BA-DAM! I SEE IT! A FUNKY, GNARLED UP, BROWNISH GREEN, THICK ASS, CRUSTY TOENAIL ON THE BIG TOE. FOUL. Most revolting thing I have ever seen. I even take another quick glance to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. YEP. That puppy's for real alright. SICK. I think I almost gagged. All the other toes are fine, it was just that ONE FUNKY one that was stickin out. It seemed to be lookin' at me. GROSS. Why would anyone in their right mind want to show that to the public?
Anyways...i quickly tried to turn my attention back to the meeting. The woman w/the funky toe wasn't making it any easier either, because she had her legs crossed and was swinging her foot back and forth. I even think she caught me sneaking a glance at "IT" later on. So the meeting ends, and on the way out of the room, I accidentally see it AGAIN...this time from a closer view - in all its BROWN/GREEN GNARLED UP GLORY. Damn! I should have learned...funky toes are like the sun...you can't look directly at it without causing some permanent damage. It's weird. You KNOW something is gross...but there's that part of you that just can't help staring at it over and over. hahahahah.
When I get back to my desk, I realize that its lunch time... but for some odd reason I dont have much of an appetite today. =P
July 10, 2000 | 1:03pm:
You-Haul
Helped my girl move into her new apartment this past weekend. It never ceases to amaze me how one person can have so much shit. She used to live in a ROOM - a bedroom with a closet and a shelf. Funny how all the stuff in that room can fill up a one bedroom APARTMENT. What's even funnier is that she used to live on the 3rd floor of a BIIIIG HOUSE.
So, yep. It was yours truly who was carrying stuff from top to bottom to truck to new place. Luckily she has friends, and these friends have arms and legs. So they were helping also. Unfortunately all the big stuff was left for me and her cousin to carry. Four leg cramps, a rug burn, and a crappy truck ride later, we finally got everything in.
My trusty truck was not appropriately named though. Instead of U-Haul...it should say "YOUR ASS IS GONNA BE HAULING ALL FREEKIN DAY" but then again...that wouldn't fit on the side of the truck. I guess "U-Haul" is okay for short.
But I digress. We went to IKEA Sunday (goin to see the crack dealer again!), and apparently my girlfriend did not have enough "STUFF", so she proceeded to buy more. *rolls eyes*
Enter me, the MASTER IKEA FURNITURE ASSEMBLER (with my annoying little wrenches that hurt the hell out of your fingers and hands)...but yes, she is my girlfriend, and I do love her - so i endured my bleeding fingers and assembled all her furniture...but i'll be DAMNED if i ever touch another freekin "HOMMUL" chair or "ABO" table. (where the FU*K does IKEA come up with these names anyways?!)
Below are some pics taken during the moving day: (WARNING! these pix are BIG! May take a while to view on a modem connection.)
[The tall guy in the "Chicks dig Unix" shirt is Mimi's cousin John. (If there are any chicks out there that actually DIG UNIX, John is single! He's also verry smart and has a PHAT $$$JOB$$$. Oh yeah. He's also like 6 foot, and you KNOW what they say about tall guys?! Just email me for his 411 =) Pix courtesy of John's digital camera.]
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