I'm done blogging.


#22 - Hahaha

Buck Nasty, you are so dark, when you touch yourself, it's like black-on-black crime.


#21 - No topic



#20 - Good Lord

Good lord. The rod up that man's butt must have a rod up its butt.


#19 - It's been a while

Long story short: Why did I leave Santa Cruz?


#18 - Whoops

Seems that the latest version of Mandriva Linux doesn't support the graphics card for my laptop. How did I find that out? I was trying to upgrade and now it's locked up. Oh well. Guess it's back to crappy Windows once again. And I had it pretty nicely setup too.


#17 - Pulp Fiction is AWESOME

Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your Daddy's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell over five years together. Hopefully, you'll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your Daddy were, for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it had been me who had not made it, Major Coolidge would be talkin' right now to my son Jim. But the way it worked out is I'm talkin' to you, Butch. I got somethin' for you. [The Captain pulls a gold wrist watch from his pocket] This watch I got here was first purchased by your great-granddaddy.

It was bought during the First World War in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee. It was bought by private Doughboy Erine Coolidge the day he set sail for Paris. It was your great-granddaddy's war watch, made by the first company to ever make wrist watches. You see, up until then, people just carried pocket watches. Your great-granddaddy wore that watch every day he was in the war. Then when he had done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the watch off his wrist and put it an ol' coffee can. And in that can it stayed 'til your grandfather Dane Coolidge was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again.

This time they called it World War Two. Your great-granddaddy gave it to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Your granddad was a Marine and he was killed with all the other Marines at the battle of Wake Island. Your granddad was facing death and he knew it. None of the other boys had any illusions about ever leavin' that island alive. So three days before the Japanese took the island, your 22-year old grandfather asked a gunner on an Air Force transport named Winocki, a man he had never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he had never seen in the flesh, his gold watch.

Three days later, your grandfather was dead. But Winocki kept his word. After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father, his Dad's gold watch. This watch. This watch was on your Daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured and put in a Vietnamese prison camp. Now he knew if the gooks ever saw the watch it'd be confiscated. The way your Daddy looked at it, that watch was your birthright. And he'd be damned if any slopeheads were gonna put their greasy yella hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hid something. His ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

#16 - Cooking

In coming to college, every student must learn to cook. Although meals might not be as fancy cooking it on your own, it's still possible to make some pretty tasty stuffs. I haven't had a real chance of cooking lately but in the past couple days, I actually made some alright stuffs. It doesn't compare to anything my parents make, but I like it. I guess the real trick to learning how to cook is with experience. If nobody eats what I eat, all the more better for me. It just means I'll have more food for tomorrow, hehe.

#15 - New and improved Lappy 486!

I formatted my sucka Windows XP laptop and stuck on da power of da linux. Now it's running linux. Mwahaha. I got Samba to work so I can send files back and forth from computer to computer. So now the lappy's got all of Simpsons and is running smoother than ever. I guess I didn't really have to do this, but just staring at Windows all the time is kind of depressing. Now it's a clean, efficient, son of a bitch with the power of linux to keep it running for months if I need it to (but I don't). I feel so geeky. It's great.