CDI Birthday!
Cyber Dark Infection is one year old! A whole year I have been doing this. Yes I am crazy and I need to be more crazy. I have been very neglectful because I have been so busy.

I will make it a point to post at least one entry in my blog everyday. (at least 5 days out of the week...:)

So celebrate!

~Julian

Tired.
If you haven't noticed, I haven't done much lately. In all honesty, I have been so busy that I am exhausted. I have been coming home, eating and going to sleep. Work and life in general has been kicking my butt and has left me little time to work on anything.

The big plan is rest right now. This weekend coming up will be a rest weekend. There is no CDI update this week but since this has been happening lately, I will try to do something extra special for the fans out there.

Right now, I just need rest and let my mind and body heal a little.

More updates will come soon. Please bare with me.

~Julian

Anger poetry
I have to say, this hate e-mail had be very impressed.


The following is definitely not misinformation (I corrected your 3rd grade
spelling of that word):


You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. I'll bet
you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You
are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than
be seen with you.

You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm
deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a
weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a
revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly
with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this
world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by
the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed
themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species
as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very
thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you.
You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the
dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its
beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly
briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of
your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of
your own trite, foolish beliefs.

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty
and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus.

Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are
unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that
reality forgot.

And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements
of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you
hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more
weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle,
waiting for the bite of the snake?

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and
obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living
emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease,
you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper.

On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient
in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You
are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of
all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock.
You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish
foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless
crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You
cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting
naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted
fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate,
noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise
everything about you, and I wish you would go away.

I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid.
Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the
stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are
trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that
even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no
intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on
Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy
emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Nothing in our universe can really be
this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original
big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by
anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm
sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this,
you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength
left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about
unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.

--
If you're not on the edge, you're taking up too much space.
Linux Registered User #327951



There is so much poetry within these lines of hate. It makes one weep with humor.

~Julian

Aliens Vs Predator 2
First read this article.

(Caution Spoiler!!)

AVP 2

My thoughts:

I want to puke!

I was always a fan of both franchises but this just makes me want to gag. After I saw the first AVP I was so disappointed I think I gave up. You have no idea how many years I waited for this movie to come out and when it finally did, my heart dropped to the floor and crawled into a sewer.
Now AVP 2 may be worse the AVP 1. Where does Hollywood get these people to put these things together. I like bad movies but this is a bunch of grade Z movies if ever I seen one.

I will not go into super detail about the whole thing because just writing this is getting me heated. I know, I know, Its just a bunch of movies but I was always fascinated by these movie monsters during my teenager years. In a strange way, it's like when your parents tell you that there is no Santa. But in this case, its more like they dress up a homeless person in a Santa suit and they keep telling you its Santa. You want to believe but the dirt and the smell of liquor keeps telling you he is not.

~Julian

No CDI this week.
Because of my health lately, I decided to take the week off and try to heal. I know this week is Spring break and even I have Friday off from work so this week would be the best time to do it.

But do not fret. CDI will be back to normal next week.

Have a good Spring break!!!!

~Julian

Music
I have a hard time with music. It takes a long time before I can get into "it". Sometimes I can listen to a cd or MP3 once and will not listen to it for months. Then I pick that same CD up and it becomes my new favorite band.

Icon of Coil is my recent favorite.

Simply put, I cannot get enough of them. I keep listening to Machines are Us over and over again. I tend to listen to a lot of music but I always go through phases with certain bands. There are bands (Like Icon) that have been around for a long time and I drag my feet when it comes to listening to them regularly. I guess its just a quirk I have.

Give them a listen if you have not heard them before. I know my Ipod is going to say "No Mas!" after a few weeks.

~Julian

A Cure for Fear...
In my last post, I posted a picture with a spider getting it on with woman. The feedback from the picture was actually the fear of spiders.

There may be a cure.

I am still not sure how I feel about using drugs to help cure fear. This is already a pill nation and I don't think everything comes in a "Magic Bullet" but if this drug was mixed with therapy, it could be very helpful.

I used to be very afraid of spiders but I do remember one night while I was very drunk and out of it. I looked at my arm and saw a spider crawling on me. I thought I would have flipped but I just watched it. Either I was too drunk or just the fear simply didn't effect me like it should. I flicked it off my arm after a few moments but noticed I didn't have my fear.
Now I am more relaxed around spiders.

But I still have a healthy fear of other things.

~Julian

Spiders need love too!


This its a French ad against HIV and AIDS.

I think the lady is gonna give that poor mutant spider HIV!

Will someone please think of the mutant spiders!!!!

~Julian

Friday night magic...
Friday was a night where I had no idea what was going to happen next.

My friend Amber called me while I was out drinking and thinking about life. She told me a friend of hers could not make it out to Avalon. She had an extra ticket for 30 seconds to Mars. I had never even heard of them before but decided "What the Hell!". So I stumbled out of the bar and headed to 22nd and 6th.
The show was pretty damn cool. Amber and I made our way into the crowd and took in the show. Jared Lieto was very entertaining as was his band. I couldnt help but get into it. I had never heard them before and didn't know what to expect. A mosh pit opened up and I was very tempted to jump in but I was still in my work clothes and couldnt afford getting them trashed. (I really wanted to jump in. I miss thrashing about.)
All in all, It was very fun. A good memory for when I am old and stuck in an old folks home..;)

Part two of Friday night....

After the band, Amber and I went outside so she could get a picture with Jared. I stood out there and noticed I was getting sober. She saw the look on my face and talked me into going back inside. I agreed and made my attempts to get back in.

My trouble with bouncers...

I must have a look that bouncers hate. They always give me trouble. Every bouner I talked to, told me to go to another entrance. I finally talked to one, I showed him my wrist band and my ticket for the show. He looked at me like he didn't believe me and then finally called it in, told me to go to the side entrance and they will let me in. I walked over with a stupid smile on my face and talked to that bouncer. This one called on the radio and got the okay..again after I had shown him my wrist band and ticket. I walked past him, got to the door and ANOTHER BOUNCER came to the door and stopped me.
(Sigh)...I was very nice and explained again the whole story. He called it in even after the other bouncer yelled at him it was okay. I leaned against the wall and waited. He received a call saying it was okay and finally let me in. This whole part of the adventure took about 16 minutes.

Chruch at Avalon....

The reason why I never gave a review of Church is because when I get there, I am so tired from the day that I end up sitting and zoning out, drunk and not doing much. This is my second time there and the crowd was pretty nice. I loved the music and even danced a bit.
But my sleep angel tapped me on my shoulder and I ended up sitting down and barely kept myself awake. I think I even passed out a few times only to be awakened up by friends.

Amber and I finally made our way out when the lights came up, I fell out in a cab and crawled back into my apartment and passed out in my bed.

Whats so funny about that whole night, I had only planned to get a few drinks and go home.

Recap-

30 seconds to Mars= good.
Bouncers= Bad.
Chruch= Cool.

~Julian

I was sick once....
This had me spooked.

Meningitis Outbreak

Two years ago during the summer I had viral meningitis. It scared me half to death because it felt like I was dying. I was taken to the hospital where they kept me in quarintine(Sp?). They drew spinal fluid and I was in general Hell for over two weeks. (I was only in the Hospital for a week but I still wasn't fully healed.)

The only thing I can say is if you really get sick, I mean really , REALLY sick in a short period, go to the doctor. Some of things I noticed whiched scared me into going to the hospital was I had a hard time thinking. Everything became really fuzzy. Thoughts did not connect. The fever and extreme weakness added to it so you are generally messed up where your memory comes in flashes.

~Julian