Monthly Archive for January, 2008

Bowelfuck

I’ve invented this word, and I want it on google.

Bowelfuck.

Make it happen.

I hope she’s 8

23:42 < crispy> So wait what're we storing on the server nowadays?
23:42 < Dan> child porn

Your mom has issues

00:40 < Cenobyte> quicktime has issues
00:40 < Dan> your mom has issues
00:40 < Cenobyte> yeah but she doesn't crash when I try to update her

Indeed.

VIA: Cheaper than your mom

This is a quick one, but I have to say this while I’m sitting here.

I’m sitting at a customer’s house right now. I’m looking at a very, VERY nice 19″ LG widescreen monitor. It’s attached to an HP desktop with a VIA chipset. The onboard video does not support widescreen resolutions.

I WANT

TO FUCKING

VOMIT.

This is laziness, sloppiness, and whore..i..ness all rolled into one. In fact, I will paste some of my disgust in IRC format:

11:03 < Dan> i hate VIA
11:03 < Dan> I hate them good
11:03 < Dan> "LET'S ONLY CODE SUPPORT FOR 4:3 RESOLUTIONS INTO THE BIOS!!!!!!"
11:03 < Dan> "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY"
11:03 < Dan> meanwhile I'm on a widescreen LCD
11:03 < Dan> this looks like shit
11:03 < lophyte> lofl
11:04 < Dan> I want to vomit
11:04 < Dan> I MIGHT VOMIT

This is a cheap HP desktop with an Athlon XP 3100+ seated onto an ASUS motherboard of shitty design. Since ASUS doesn’t support these OEM motherboards, there naturally isn’t a BIOS update capable of fixing this issue. As such I’m forced to sit here, unable to fix an issue that will likely drive me insane for the next few hours.

I suppose when you take absolutely no pride in your work, you naturally wouldn’t code support for anything but 4:3 resolutions. Fucking vomit inducing.

I believe I shall go home and masturbate all over my old hardware with Intel chipsets, because at least I can hook those up to a widescreen monitor and see EXACTLY WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO SEE.

As angry as I want to be, I honestly have to point the blame directly at the consumer. HP naturally will pick the cheapest components possible when trying to sell a budget computer. If there’s one lesson I’ve repeatedly tried to teach, it’s that when purchasing a computer (or any electronics really) you honestly do get what you pay for. The practice of putting extremely cheap hardware into extremely cheap computers will never end—there’s no stopping the supply of cheapasses who need a new computer but aren’t willing to put any coin into it.

Just please, don’t look at me with that “well why didn’t you warn me?!” look when your computer dies a year and one day after owning it and you’re stranded with no warranty.

Tarantula

Not an update, just something I enjoy.

“Everything I want is in your eyes.”

I like turtles.

Besides this video, the following will not involve turtles in any way.

Looking back at this website as of late, I really look schizophrenic. Random updates with small bits of meaning are interposed with various faux hatred of random elements. I’ll be honest, most of the time the anger and annoyance I portray while update is completely fabricated. I’m pretty sure nobody’s really surprised by that. Actually, that’s not entirely accurate—it’s more like misdirected, unhealthy ragedumping. I’m funny when angry, apparently.

I’ve been starting and stopping Black Sabbath’s Heaven and Hell over and over for about an hour now, only allowing 8 seconds or so of the song to play. I think I’m trying to put myself in the mood for the song. I’m really fucking weird when it comes to music. I have a vast music collection yet I rarely go exploring. The song I’m listening to is either the ultimate reflection of my current emotional and mental state, or I’m playing it to get a cheap laugh.

Thus the reason that Natalie Merchant song is going on down there. I’m really digging that song. It’s been playing in my head for days, and I think it’s because I’ve had the oh-so-clichéd feeling that my life is a movie and I’m doing nothing but watching it play out.

This is becoming more and more stilted and hack, isn’t it?

I was driving home this evening and I saw a minivan dolled up as a shuttlecraft from the Starship Enterprise. Galileo, in fact. After laughing for a brief minute I, being the overly analytical asshole that I am, sit there and actually nitpick the fact that the insignia on the spacecraft/Dodge Caravan are incorrect. I actually realized I was doing it and felt like kicking myself. Why is it I find the need to pick apart anything good and humorous in the world? Oh, right. Because I’m an overly analytical asshole.

Try saying overly analytical a few times. You catch your tongue real quick.

I’ve been thinking about actually starting the random collection of short stories that I want to turn into a novel. Nothing interesting of course, just mundane bullshit I’ve run across in my few short years of existing on this planet. Okay, now I’m being self-deprecating, but the point is that I’ve seen and experienced a few interesting things that I’d like to put into a collection. I doubt it will get published, much less finished. If I even write it, I doubt I’ll put the effort into publicizing it. It could be an interesting endeavor in itself, however.

We’ll see, yeah?

I can’t think.

I’ve been trying to update this stupid thing for hours. I can’t seem to make anything work.

I wanted to ramble on about how teenagers suck these days. I’ve been frequenting this stupid teen chatroom for a while now, and I don’t even know why the fuck I would bother. It was one of those weird internet flings that happened when I was sick one day, and it blossomed into an “whenever I’m bored at work or whatever I’ll go do this” thing. It fucking sickens me. Kids are growing up to be so goddamned stupid that it’s amazing to me that every other country in the world hasn’t yet totally taken a huge, steaming shit on us. We’re a country full of really fucking stupid kids, and it shocks me still to think that these same dipshits are going to be the future leaders of our country. There are a few bright ones, mind you—albeit a shocking low number of them. And it’s for those slim few that I show up there.

I wanted to rant about the universe, but I seriously can’t wrap my fucking head around that. I was making toast this afternoon and contemplating the size and complexity of the universe. Because that’s what I do, my dumbshit brain never shuts up so I contemplate everything and anything until I finally just expire in a pool of my own sweat and drool out of complete mental exhaustion. My process of sleep is really quite horrific, if you think about it. But I suppose that comes with being an unhealthy fatass, bad sleeping habits and puddles of my own anything.

I’m really sick of this winter bullshit. Winter has migrated from a stupid baby I wanted to coathanger into this twat of a 2 year old that can’t make up her fucking mind what she wants. “MOMMY I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT COLD OR LUKEWARM OR MAYBE I WANT TO DRY UP AND MAKE THEM WASTE ALL THAT SALT OR MAYBE I’LL PISS RAIN DOWN AND MAKE THAT SALT GO EVERYWHERE JUST TO BE CUTE TEEHEE I’M CUTE RIGHT MOMMY?” Fuck you, mother nature, I really wish your stupid kids would quit jerking us the fuck around. Seriously, make up your goddamn mind. Don’t tease North America with this “almost warm” bullshit, it really pisses us off when you flip back and forth. The winter lovers, the frozen dickholes that they are, are getting pissed, and I’m really getting sick of going through liters of windshield wiper fluid every week. At least the snow’s pretty to look at, this mushy bullshit you’ve thrown at me makes me want to find you and play “hide the ravenous squirrel in your vagina” with you and your twatty daughter Winter. Thanks a lot, you’ve managed to warp my least favorite season from something I could consistently hate to something that inconsistently annoys the shit out of me.

Leopard on my old PowerMac really pisses me off. It works, but really fucking slowly. I have to disable… just about every visual effect ever to make it even worth my time. I’m pretty sure I’m going to downgrade whenever I get a spare minute.

I actually have lots of spare time, all I do is sit on my ass and glare at the wall in annoyance. I think maybe if I glare at it long enough the fucking thing will fall down and I’ll finally have an excuse to move out of this shithole. Let’s face it, however, it’ll stay standing. Instead of being able to move freely, I’ll just sit here and listen to my ugly upstairs neighbors have mediocre sex until they finish and then make an attempt at passing out in a puddle of my own bodily fluids.

Later fuckos.

A Followup

This is going to be an 8 second update.

Steve never e-mailed me back, lending credence to the fact that not only am I an asskissing cocksucker, but Steve Jobs is also your standard corporate douche.

I should get drunk or something.

Actually that’s a lie, no I shouldn’t. Getting drunk involves money and time and effort, none of which I have or are capable of. So I’ll actually continue this update as if it were something interesting and fascinating and all that jazz.

I’m really tired, and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to have to move back in with my parents. How disgusting is that? Find a fantastic job only to have it snagged away by one’s own lack of planning and foresight. I think that’s hilarious, how irony works out. I suppose I’ll have plenty of time to think about it when I decide finally to go back to school.

Or maybe I’ll have something save me just in the nick of time. You never know, I may get lucky.

whatever huh?

In all honesty, there’s a lesson in life that completely reflects how cynical I’ve become over the years: “If something looks too good to be true, it probably is.” Yet, time after time, I keep flinging that notion aside and jumping in headfirst without considering the consequences. It’s quite troubling when you think about it; having the ability to completely disregard one’s own inner voice is not something that one should be proud of. Here I am years later continuing to silence that voice that tells me when I’m about to do something foolish. I silenced it when I made all of the carefully uncalculated moves that led me to this point. I’m silencing it now when considering all available options.

I’m really hoping that all of my decisions were the right ones, you know? No, you don’t. I’m just confusing the shit out of all of you.

I’ve always told people that the universe, the reality in which we live, is a perfect example of balance. Action and reaction, time, energy, thought, all of it exists in a state of balance. In life I’ve always believed that there is somewhat of a karmic balance, a perceived “good” thing is balanced out with someone that is “bad.” This does not always apply directly to a single person, however. A man wins the lottery while 100 others are slaughtered by militant forces in Africa. But in retrospect, it seems as if my own life is balanced in such a way, a good thing is contrasted by something equally bad. Similar to Newton’s law of motion that states that states for every action, there is an equal but opposite reaction. Lately however I’m becoming quite unbalanced, where the negatives outweigh the positives. And through it all, I’m trying ever so hard to put a good face on things. And honestly, I’d like to think I’ve been fairly successful.

But lately I’ve been quite bipolar.

No, I’ve not been depressed, or whatever bullshit rhetoric you want to classify it as. Stress and reality just weighs me down, and as I’m sure I’ve made abundantly clear, I’m weighed down by my own fat as it is. I truly don’t need intangible elements adding to my weight.

I think maybe I’ve walked too many planks. I tie myself up and dive into the ocean, and pray that the current will take me where I need to go. This time I fear I’ve sunk to the bottom, leaving my image, my dignity, and my pride to rot on the barren hull of the ship above.

Clearly something is gone if I’m writing this horseshit.

Let me be absolutely clear though, my life isn’t bad at all. I’m not sad, depressed, or mopey in any way. I just made a lot of leaps lately, and I think ol’ Dan needs some reassurance that he’s not made a large series of horrible mistakes.

I’m guessing nobody will.