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12¤22¤00 I am riding in a car, leaning out window to look at my girlfriend. She is not anyone I know, just somehow I know she’s my girlfriend. Somehow I or my consiousness is riding with another guy in his brown Jeep truck. We approach some kind of freeway junction and he takes a different route than I do the first time. Another day and I take the same route as him, but somehow we split anyways. I can see him above and to the right of my giant freeway overpass which is much like spaghetti junction. We end up coming back together when suddenly I am on a double-decked bus. I am on top deck and also the driver works for my boss. The driver intentionally crashes the bus, and we roll onto the right side while skidding. I am unhurt and lean into the windows to pull these straight red vertical bars next to the people to release their seatbelts--theme park style. As the seatbelts release, I realize some of the people in the lower section have died, some with their arms across their faces and some actually died from the impact, which was so intense that their own arm has stabbed them. One girl I pull out is bleeding badly. She asks me something incomprehensible as I move over. Suddenly we are on a sloping hill of snow high in the Alps. A very beautiful girl is sitting next to me. I am not sure if she was on the bus, but most likely it is so. She asks when my birthday is and then asks if I will invite a friend of hers to it. I tell her that I’ll be in Georgia, but that I’m coming back on the day also. She is happy, and I want to ask if her friend is as beautiful as she is, but I don’t wish to appear fickle. Suddenly, she starts sliding and grabs a piece of ice and stabs it into the snow, sliding towards the precipice just below. The bus is of to the right as you look towards the cliff. She goes over the edge and falls some 20 stories. It is a horrible moment.For some reason I was not scared at all when I woke up or that I can remember during the dream. Another example:
I am now camping. Myself along with two other girls, one of them I have no idea where she is at or who she is, and the other is from the bus ride. She is trying to figure out what the injured girl I pulled out of the bus wrote on a piece of paper as her dying requests. I see myself looking at the campsite. There is a heavy-duty sleeping bag, a square hammock made from nylon mesh, a square piece of foam with bungee cord mesh. All the equipment is black. I look behind me as I crouch down. There is a sense of fear in the atmosphere around the site. There is what appears to be two giant X-acto knives inside some gelatin-like substance that is supposed to be the river. This stuff is really gross looking. Beyond the river, there is a man holding an alligator’s head. He walks to the fireplace and opens the mouth, releasing a squirt of extremely flammable liquid. So flammable that the fire roars incredibly with just that one spurt. He is quite careless with this alligator head, snapping off the spurt with its jaws causing splashes to go around his feet. He puts the head back and comes over to where I am. I try to hide behind the rock next to me, but he is really tall and sees over the rock to where I am hiding. He is very scary. He says something to me and then the girl that is there. At this point I wake up.
Date Unknown. Flying. In my favorite dreams I am always flying. This one I am at the beach and jumping trampoline style on the very edge of the dry sand. After several jumps I am hanging in the air at the peak of my jump for several minutes, apprehensive of my astounding height. Down below, I see my Georgia family: Mom, Joe-Daddy, and Amy. They want me to come down but I like it too much. My back is to the ocean and I see the Boardwalk to my left and front. Later in the dream (did I wake up and go back to sleep?) I am flying about 4' off the surface of the Boardwalk and weaving between the crowd. This is the most fun I've ever had and never wish to wake up, but I do.
What's in a Mento?
I'm glad you asked...
Sugar(of course), glucose syrup, hydrogenated coconut oil, rice starch, gelatine, dextrin, gelling agent (gum arabic), natural flavor.
These are not the same as Mentos in Australia for some reason...They have hydrogenated vegetable oil and their dextrin is called thickener.
Well, that was just spectacular. Hope it happens again real soon. Don't give me an anorexic Hey, I want an obese Hey with a sleep eating problem and no hope of ever getting out of bed. A Hey with real meaning and meat attached to it. Hey from chicken bone broth is hardly worth taking, and yet I take the Hey no matter how small it is because I'm that kind of a person. Hey hey hey hey hey!
Yeah. I bought an electric razor a few days ago and havn't had any stubble problems since. Isn't packaging amazing? I mean the mass of it that's out there, plastic wrappers around everything, individually wrapped items, and people want a bag even if they buy one mini magazine. It's a crazy world we live in, and I'm here to make it crazier. I double or triple bag the one little item people want to spend their money on. I will utterly destroy the earth as we know it today. After I remove the rainforests, coat the ocean with 2 feet of crude oil, annihilate the ozone, and brainwash every single person, I plan on introducing Anti-matter at free will to various parts of the universe while I enjoy the molecular instability causing existence itself to implode into an infintismal spot in the absolute center of infinite nothingness. That's what I'd do for a klondike bar. And because I want to destroy everything, including the klondike bar. No more anything, Kapeesh?
Ahh, Today at the bookstore Head Honcho Woman came in and lead me to the conclusion that she was mistreated as a child, thus causing her to be extremely irritated at everything and everyone around her. I was surprised that she did not pull out a gun and get rid of irritating customers or employees as she saw fit. I suppose it is her job to get everyone in line and make sure they stay that way, but sometimes enough is enough. She did comment to a manager on how she noticed my hard work, but do I get a raise? No way, José! (Robotic monotone) - my duty is to serve the bookstore and sacrifice personal enjoyment for the betterment of books-a-million incorporated. i will work untill the used and abused flesh falls from these very bones. i will work until death does me in. i only accept payment because it is the law of this country to pay laborers. That's what should be in the manual, but isn't...lol! Yeah, I crack myself up sometimes.
My bookstore sells some awful stuff. Unbeknownst to my superiors, I often stock it in backwards, so the spine is inward and a plain paper edge sticks out. This method works well along the bottom shelves and with small books...such as the 1001 racial and dirty jokes, or the many redneck pride books. We also sell 2600, which surprised me because the liberal bookstore in Saratoga, CA doesn't carry it. I bought a copy today just for fun, even though I don't hack. Very much that is...HAHAHA!!!!
So, how many of you got that FREE CueCat: deal from radio shack? Yeah, it's a marketing thing done by Digital Convergence. The Cuecat is a bar code scanner that uses your computer's keyboard port. When you scan anything, and it literally is just about anything with a bar code while you are online, the CRQ software that comes with your Cuecat launches a webpage with information about the product you just scanned. What most people DON'T know is that every time you scan something, a string of information goes out telling our friends at Digital Convergence all about you, the product you just scanned, and so on. Not very nice, Daniel-son! They'll tell you the Cuecat is not yours, so don't open it or mess with the guts, but what you do is your own responsibility. There is a small Hyundai chip in the lower right corner of the Cuecat board when looking down on it with the cover off and the tail pointing towards you. Sever the Data Out pin and that will cause your Cuecat to send the wrong info to Big Brother...I mean Digital Convergence!
Cut where the white line is.
Picture and some information regarding CueCat: are from the Spring 2001 2600 magazine.
Mementomori66: last night I was up chatting to you till 5 in the morning here
Dude: I KNOW! and you like sooo didn't even write it on your webpage
Dude: you like so totally said there were no cool people online totally so
Mementomori66: I posted that before you were online
My mp3 page is all ready for your viewing pleasures [[((may2002-Side Note: I've at least doubled that list, Haven't gotten around to updating it.))Jan2003-SideSide note: I've got tons now, I give up on updating it.]]. No, I do not share my stuff with anyone unless the come to me face to face and ask for it. I do NOT want any trash email about how something I have listed on here is not good, or it hurts your ears, or you daddy died while listening to that song. If you have a problem with it, then I have a good idea: Don't look at it! I tell ya, these brainless people really want to give you a piece of their mind, and it never works because they DON'T HAVE ONE! HAHAHA!!!
Yep!
Nope!
Those radio buttons don't do anything, I just put them there to make you feel good about voting, since you couldn't get up and go vote for someone else besides Dubya. Oh, did you mess it up and vote for both? Man...Now it's not going to let anyone else vote, you Floridian Voter Doohickey Messerupper Person Thing You!
Today I did absholutely Nothing. Then we went to dinner at some people's house and the jeep had a rebel flag and "Confederate American" on the back...The exterior warning signs of what lay ahead. Dinner was fried pork, fried okra, fried squash, and overboiled corn. It actually didn't taste bad. Stayed forever and a day there talking about church, food, or preachers. Mostly church. I sorta sat there and played with the dogs...they had 2 cocker spaniels that were nice. Then I fell asleep sitting on the couch and played with the dogs some more. I took a break once to wash my hands and eat a brownie. I'm done with that.
Katie is coming over to visit Rebecca really early in the morning. Hehehe!
That's not the exact one, but very close. The first room we recieved was large, but the carpet was wet. Upon pulling the hide-a-bed sofa away from the wall, we discovered a layer of tan mold growing in the carpet and up the wall about four feet wide and about a foot out from the wall. This was a smoking room also, but that had been cleared already because there were no more non-smoking rooms available at 7 p.m. Upon hearing our complaints about the mold, we were given a cleaned and ready NON-SMOKING room around 8:30 p.m. Now, either someone changed their mind about staying there and they cleaned the room immediately afterwards (yeah...sure), or THE MANAGER LIED TO US. The manager lying is most certain in my mind because we recieved the rotten room which was a suite with a kitchenette and two rooms for the same exact price of a normal one room place with two beds in it side by side. Now, I ask you why does a hotel give away for the same price a two room suite including kitchenette for the same price as a regular one room place? Because it's rotting away and THEY KNEW ABOUT IT. Days Inn Inc. is going to hear from me, along with the Board of Health about the mold they have cultivating in room 408. Not to mention everyone that sees this site, and all my friends, family, aquantances, and wife. I'd tell the president, but I doubt he'd understand me when I got to the hide-a-bed part. That's just too hard to explain. The water was explained to us as a leaky coke machine on the other side of the wall...I must wonder why it has been left leaking long enough to grow mold and seep through the wall. Our new room was much nicer, or so we thought. My mother always does a little cleaning job on the bathroom when we stay somewhere with some disinfectant spray and the little washcloths. Yeah, that's right. The washcloths were BROWN after she got done cleaning out the bathtub. BROWN! I haven't seen brown come off of "Daily Cleaned Plastic" in a really long time. Anyhow, I'm not going to BOMB DAYS INN or anything, but I'm rather unhappy and won't stay there every again. Neither with the rest of the civlized world, once I get done spreading my message...MUWAHAHAHA!
We went to Rock City on top of Lookout Mt. in Chattanooga...which was really hokey and commercial, but it wasn't a bad time. Then we went to this little hole in the wall called "The Battles of Chattanooga" and that's where I photographed the bell above. There was a entire shop with redneck paraphernalia in it. I would have become a full fledged arsonist at that very moment if my family wasn't in there. I literally saw a man go in there and head straight for the navy jacks and ask if they had any larger ones. Later, I saw him encourage his son that was about 7 years old to buy a navy jack keychain. The son refused of course, because he was still young enough to have that innate feeling that it was just plain WRONG. Claiming religious persecution--I mean, that it's civil war historical information is a shame. I do have to hand it to the shop owners though...Instead of buring the trash they're selling it and making money! I wish I could sell rotting garbage and make some money.
I had a dream a couple days ago that I forgot, and one the day before that I remember...So guess which one I'll type about? That's right! The one I forgot. Here it is:
No, actually I'll type the one I remembered.
Rebecca, Layla, Doug, and two other people besides myself are at a baseball game. The game is being held at a small ball park I pass each day in Los Gatos, California. My dream starts right as the game is ending, so we are heading back to the vehicles that are parallel parked down the street. Rebecca and I get into my Nissan, while Layla, Doug and the other two get into a white Ford truck. Since they have four people and in my truck it is just Rebecca and I, Layla decides to come ride with us. My Nissan has a ton of stuff in the extended cab, so the three of us are moving it over to one side so she can get in. This whole first part is very brief, and the part where we are moving the stuff is extremely detailed and long. I wake up before we even get her into the truck, that's how long we spend moving the junk to one side.
I recieved a paycheck today for $431 and some cents. It was nice.
Dude is back from Castlewood, SD safe and sound. Well, safe maybe...She's not very sound. I think I'm going to wait a little while before I give her the Birthday Present that I bought while she was away. It was only $6.95 but it's still a nice gift.
Some igorant scum of the earth painted a navy jack on the "gainesville rock" yesterday. It's the city's main source of revenue...a big rock people rent and paint Happy Birthday Jebediah or Look Who's Forty on it. Apparently the rednecks couldn't hold themselves back any longer and had to go apply their mark on the rock. Someone with a bit more sense got a batch of beige paint and covered up the obsene picture. I would have put a chubby pentagram on it to scare everyone off...not a blotch of beige house paint. Stupid rednecks.
My life has no real meaning. The stupid rednecks next to this house just exploded something. That's right, EXPLODED SOMETHING. I think I need a new soul mate. Mine went away, and I'm feeling somewhat empty. I need a real-life soul mate though, not one that lives in a metal box and only comes out at night, and a few times in the day every now and then. Soul mate, wherefore art thou? Come hither that I may know you.
Dude and Doug came to see me today. At 4:00 p.m. right when I was supposed to be off of work. I haven't seen her in 3 weeks and that stupid, lazy, idiotic, bum kevinpoo couldn't come to work because he was busy. I don't care if his whole family was anihilated!!!!!!!!! He should have been there. I wanted to go to the food court and eat trashy food and relax with them, but No! I had to stay and work the beginning of kevin's shift.
I couldn't stop grinning when Dude showed up to say hello at work. She just got back yesterday, and I was expecting I'd have to bug her and call a lot before I'd get to see her...and that'd be several days still. Not much of a visit, but still there was an effort present. I was rather busy with some customers too.
At least 5 times every day there's "sophisticate" (Shhhh...Pornography) buying raunchy men who's money I never touch that come through the book store. If they have a discount card, I don't touch that either, but hold out the scanner for them to do it. Usually I hold the handle of the bag open for the customer to grab it easily...not so with these filthy morons. I hate them. They're such hypocrites too, usually people buying only one magazine don't want a bag because it's a waste...also they keep the magazine rolled up untill right before they buy it, and then look around nervously like the Mrs. is going to come waltzing in at any moment. I wish we had a strobe light and siren that went off over the guy when he laid the thing on the register. A box of latex gloves too, for me, right beside the register so I could put them on in front of their face before handling their money. It's always cash...No, nobody is interested in buying a discount card--BECAUSE THEY'RE IN SUCH A HURRY! Hahaha. Losers.
My tangible friend Joseph was supposed to come over tonight, but got busy. Dude is spending the night somewhere out there, probably won't get home tomorrow until around 2 p.m. No High Museum, because it was just a stupid fantasy concoted up for entertainment. I want to give her her birthday gift already, but it's still more than a month away. I'll be hurt if she seriously does not want to take it. Money is not something to groan about unless you can't afford a can of beans to keep yourself from dying. And I'm not dying.
I called hoo-hooie-hoo twice today. I'm supposed to call again tomorrow. Ho hum, life is grand. I prepared her present today, and shall present the present tomorrow in her precense. Har har har.
I wonder what kind of candy bar is her favorite, probably all of them. I think I'll stay away from the nuts though, because they don't seem to aid digestion and are usually fattening. She's so huge already, I gotta keep her away from the fattening stuff, or else she'll take over the earth. Not fun.
Nobody cool online tonight, and I really mean that. NOBODY cool or even remotely interesting. Sorry all of you boring people out there, but you're just not cool. My back is tired and so am I. I want something good to read, but my computer is kaput right now...so no online movie scripts for me to read tonight. Maybe I'll scrounge around the living scum under my bed and find an old romance novel...hahaha. Hasta Luego, Los Suckadores.
01¤12¤03
I told everyone in a random teenage chat room that I was one legged. If I really was one legged, I'd build a leg that I could store things inside of...in secret compartments. Who cares...just the idea that I could store something. Of course your nosey self wanted to know what I'd put in there. They're not called SECRET compartments without reason. Also I'd always wear shorts and paint the leg all crazy looking, none of that faux flesh tone that never really matches. Secret compartments, or just a thin metal tube with a crazy cyborg foot. No shoe on a fake wooden foot, but a tri toed metalic claw device with pistons and stuff. Yeah, I almost wish I didn't have a leg, but then realize how dumb That is. I love my legs, please don't take them.
It's been a week of non stop action...Uh-Huh..
There was once an old man the size of a quark. And nobody cared.
I miss my anonymous online friend of 3 years. We've decided not to chat any more because it was detrimental to all aspects of real life. An anonymous online frined of 3 years is perfect. "My Friend in a Box" is what I called her, and she was with me if I was in Georgia or California. What a deal that is. She knows more about me than I do, unlike anyone I know in the real world. She didn't want to be on this website, but tough. I know she doesn't read any of this garbage anyways, so it doesn't matter. I just have this because I'm cheap and I don't want to buy a diary, and I can type a whole lot faster than I can write. So kick me.
I've been a 'computer nerd' for a long time now, despite my coolness. haha. I met Faith in a chat room called Advice, and originally went there to prank them sort of with bogus scenarios and see what kind of advice they gave. I got hooked on their carefree banter and started going every weekend, mostly talking to a woman from michigan in her 30's. She moved away and quit the chat pretty much, which drove Faith and I closer by default. I don't think there's anything about my person besides non-internet displayable personality traits that she doesn't know. For the past 2 years definately I've talked with Faith online at least 345 days out of the year. Vacation, sleep overs, or late doings were the only things that would keep us from chatting. Faith's life was a lot different than mine, yet we somehow just clicked really well. She's got a boyfriend already, or I'd be all over that...haha. I'm so jealous of him. He's know her so long and so well that her chatting with another guy every single night is not an issue. They're both extremely intelligent as well. I've come to depend on her for advice and support when I was angry or bummed out or to share my joys with...whatever my mood. I haven't talked with her in a week maybe? It feels like forever. That's the exact reason, however, that we must quit. I'll never grow up to be a normal human being at this rate. Staying up untill 1:30 - 3:00 every single night is not something people generally do.
[[July 30, 2003 -- It's been a really long time, maybe a year? since I've talked with Faith. I miss her a bunch, but not all the time like I used to. She's engaged to Cedric, they have a house and her little bro/kid...only thing missing is a little doggie named grover. In the ever renewing forks of life, that is one road I would not have minded taking. Not at all.]]
07¤14¤01
Everyone say Longggggg Borrrrriinnnngg Daaaayyy. 
Nobody likes the commies.
07¤15¤01
Today...Slept till 10 because I was trying to waste time. Called up Dude at 12 and also 1:30. Decided to drive to Layla's house because that's where she said she was going to spend the night. Nobody home. Went to her house...she's been there since 10 but asleep, and didn't hear the phone either time. She's so cute when she first wakes up, all sleepy headed, that big afro all awry, and without makeup on. Bad breath and smelly feet though. We went out to gainesville and had dinner and went to a movie called "The Score" with Robert DeNiro and Edward Norton in it. Very good. Went back to her house and sat around for a bit, then she was tired and I left.
[[January 12, 2003---This has been the very best evening I can remember spending with Rebecca... It was in truth quite lame, but my first date, I paid for it all and she agreed to call it a date. She has a boyfriend now, a nice enough guy from Habersham county named Blake, the ever-so-popular georgia name. A crushing blow to my insides, but what am I to expect? I should let it go already, it's not very smart of me to hang on like this. I keep saying to myself that a body has to have someone. I don't really like myself.]]
07¤30¤03
{{July 30, 2003---Blake is gone, now it's Frank. Also, she moved out and into some catholic monastary nun place, so Frank is a big secret. Those nuns sure know how to throw a good party, though.}}
Today was awful. I didn't know it could be possible to love and hate a moment in time, but I have felt that very moment in a continually compounded method today.
the shower drain and eye
standing in the shower
water spraying everywhere
it's not normal to just stand there
not washing like every one else does
like everyone else does
looking at the little hole
the one called the shower drain
where does all the water go?
down the pipe and outside
to a tank to ferment and diffuse back to Mother.
what a handy device
this hole in the floor
it is my friend like none other.
usually friends are nice to each other
like everyone else does
i treat this friend of mine
in the most horrible manner.
what gifts do i bring to this friend of mine?
i bring dirt and grime and sweat and lint
saliva and hairs and old skin cells
it is my friend like none other
i brought another gift today
not the usual monotony of filth
i gave my friend tears today,
ever faithful and always there
it is my friend like none other.
i gave it what i had inside
tears of agony and tears of pain
i gave them to my shower drain.
07¤16¤01
According to Dude she's going to "Hook me up with a call." Or not. The grandfather clock swings his arm in the ever widening arc while I watch...Untill the pendulum seems to hang at the peak of its swing for eternity, then rushes downward at the speed of light itself.
Yeah...I bet every single one of those NO votes is from a pure blooded Native American who never had ancestors that came to this country on a boat or a plane looking for a better life? Yeah, Oooook!
07¤20¤01
I found good books:
They're really quite good, I too shall someday learn to slice time and not need a portable Procrastinator and be able to find my way out of the clear castle...so I can get back home to Ankh-Moorpork.
08¤01¤01
I quit my job and today I decided to drive across the country. Not completely, but from here (gainesville, ga) to there (española, nm). It will be fun and probably not but it's nice to say that it will be fun because it gives the van load of sweating family members who are itching for a way out of the mobile box-o-torture a sense of false security about the whole deal. I bet nobody has ever sang this song: 99 million bottles of Worchestershire Sauce on the wall before!!!! I useth mine boxeth of momenth catchers to taketh momenths and placeth them upon this parchment for thine viewething pleasureth. Th-th-th!
05¤20¤02
Hello Again, I haven't written anything on the My Idea page in a very long time. 9 months at least. I could have had a baby by now and nobody would know about it. Still pining away for lost dreams and goals set too high. Since last August in a nutshell:
Joseph got married and had a son, Josiah. I'm graduating WVC and going to San Jose State next fall. I crashed my truck and got a speeding ticket...not in that order and not on the same day. My hair is all black. I have over 550 mp3's on my desktop computer. This entire last year at school has produced no one even remotely interesting. Radio shack is a tiring job, but money incentives are there if you do it right. Made a new friend, George. Working with a couple bozos, as usual. I'm 5'11½+¼" tall, 187 lbs. since last november, glasses, and allergies at the moment. Call me? sure I got a cellular phone. Email me at mike_cheung@juno.com and I'll give you my cell phone number. Call any time! I always have it with me, but with caller ID, I won't answer if losers call. I'll write much more later, throughout the summer, no?
Love always,
Mike.
07¤03¤02
This is for all my homies:
Well, I don't have any homies out of the slammer, so I'll refrain from any "shout outs".
I called Mephibosheth today, and she was very nice. Also, I emailed Ms. Snootchigirlie a promise of stolen coastal property.
Perhaps some day I'll know why it is that some of these so-called service providers attach extra things onto your bill to try an RIP PEOPLE OFF FROM THEIR HARD EARNED MONEY.
Por Ejemple:
Arch Wireless has added an additional pager to my pager bill, belonging to a CAROL MILNER at the number of 561-917-0633 and 1-800-847-0954 for the ammount of $38.47 Per Month!. Well, I've called them up 4 times now and have not yet recieved full credit for these charges. If I was some kind of rich mongrel with a slick lawyer, I'd have these fools put into a pokey cage and rolled down several large hills. But alas, 'tis not my way, and I shall ring again and again AND AGAIN AND AGAIN UNTIL THEY GIVE BACK THE MONEY...AHHHHHAHAHAHA and to all, a good night.
07¤13¤02
Deep hole with water in it, I'm re-hired at Radiosmack and it's a cooler store than my old one.
One has to wonder: when 2 frogs are on a log, why is it that one cannot quite understand the other? Especially when it's the favorite frog that's the source of misunderstanding. Perhaps the 2 frogs were not meant to even share the same log, because one of the frogs is a tree frog and the other is in reality a toad. So, if the toad were to, say, invite the tree frog onto the banks of the creek, would, do you think, the tree frog be a happy frog to spend its time on the banks, or, rather, would it enjoy the company of South Pacific tree crabs and spider monkeys up in the trees? I'm always wondering this, because sometimes I hear the tree frog make some nice ribbits towards the toad, but then the toad is confused, because he only speaks toadish, and tree-frogese is hard for him to understand. Maybe next week, we'll solve this amphibious mystery. Unless the tree frog buys a toading fork and a bright flashlight...
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