Tired. Slept a long time today. Woke up around 5 this afternoon, thinking it was 2:30. Silly me, eh? Waiting on my friend Ernie to come by. He needs me to caravan with him from Round Rock to downtown Austin. He bought a new car today, so he’ll be driving his new car to my apartment, then we’ll go to the dealership, pick up the rental, and take it back to the agency downtown. Then we’ll come back here to pick up his new, hopefully sweet, ride. Go Ernie. Go Ernie.
Some guys have all the luck.
Woke up with an odd craving for some Galactic Cowboys. An album I’ve not listened to in about a year. Song? “Kill Floor.” Hehe.
“There’s nothing to do when I check out. (OUT!)
So me and my hammer go house to house. (HOUSE!)
Blood doesn’t bother me no mo-o-o-ore
I’m workin’ on the kill floor”
Yessir, that was an odd one. But I’m listening now. Overall really good album for just rocking out, which is what I do best. :grins:
Had a party to go to last night, but didn’t go. Why? Hmm. Had other plans. Was hanging out and didn’t want to leave good company. Was actually having decent conversation, fruitful dialog, and lots of laughs. Feh. That sounded shallow. Was actually good I just hung out instead of foreshortening the visit and leaving for the party. Didn’t quite feel like drinking my fill of al-key-hawl.
You’d think with the way I don’t drink I was a straightedger. Feh. Not really. It’s just rare I drink. You know the drill.
Ok, folks. Hopefully Ernie will show up soon. Hopefully so, anyway. I could’ve had a shower by now. Ugh. Ah well. Y’all have a good night.
Ok, I’m kinda bored. Have a few project ideas. I know which project I need to be working on – Glyph, my website engine, for one. Hmm. Working on this journal script gave me a few ideas and helped me clarify, for myself, some methods in doing what I want to do with the main engine. It’s just sad that the total “working time” for building this engine is, um, something like 3 years. And still no palpable results. But that’s changing.
Ok. So work sucks. The work itself is kinda light right now; it’s just the interpersonal bullshit between workers. Had a coworker cuss me out unexpectedly last week. I was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time, and I was there to receive his misguided anger. What makes me even more angry is that he hasn’t even apologized. I don’t expect him to. We haven’t said two words to each other since the incedent. Whatever. Fuck ‘im. The whole thing only clarified to me, in bold, beautiful colors, that I’m not there to make friends. Apparently, workplace comeradery simply doesn’t exist there in that department.
Enjoy my site, what little there is of it. Funny that I pay $20us a month for web hosting space (with a slow database server, at that), and $34 for two years of domain name purchases. Aah, phaysis.com. How you are a labor of love. Hopefully soon I’ll get around to cleaning things up around here, giving everything a uniform look. It’s all kinda cludged-together right now. Priorities, man.
Ok. If you’re reading this, then, um, message me or something. Ok? It’d be nice to know someone out there visits my site. My server logs show me I’m getting a lot of hits from viewers that aren’t of the human persuasion. Damned bots. Ah well. So long as Google visits.
Show me some love.
Hey y’all. Got a spiffy new journal engine. Nice, eh?
In this box you’ll find my latest journal entry. You can click the “journal” link in the menu on the left to view past entries, or you can click the “read more” link at the bottom of this box to continue reading more entries.
The code is good, the output a little cludgy, but all-in-all, I’m happy with what I’ve got here. If you’d like to offer some feedback, go to the message gateway and drop me a line. It’ll be fun. I promise.
Ok, kids. So much to do. So many miles to go. New Year’s Resolution 1 of 4 is done and done. And only 1/4 of the year is burned. Good, good.
Stay tuned for more.
Um, this is a test entry. Uh-huh, uh-huh.
This is my document body. Notice how it shines like wet leaves falling in the dark. The smell of earth. The smolder of ash on a warm spring evening. Blessed abstraction. Solid remorse. These days are until the end.