I found this and this.

So tonight, I’m heading to a little house party in Lansing. Two floors, with a lot of DJ’s. No cover, but $5 beers. Good thing I don’t drink beer. So I’m going to check it out tonight. If anyone is into electronic music, and wants to join me, let me know.

Tomorrow, during the day, I’m giong to Old Town to retreive that phone number of the rental company that owns a lot of buildings down there, so I can inquire about loft spaces come August. I’m giong to have to be super-careful of my knees when I move. By then, I should be a student again, and able to use the IM centers for free. No worry about a place to keep working out.

“I’m the cock of the walk!”

I dig DJ Shadow. I think I’m going to scour for some mp3’s and see what I can get for free legally. Just to see.

I am not really ready this early in the morning to deal with retarded customers that have done “research” and have “determined” that the reason they can’t move data (even though they’re getting email… they just can’t get web pages) is because we’ve overloaded our phone lines with people. I’m about to ask the woman to cite her sources. Fuck the business world, I want back in Acadamia, where people think for themselves. Or, at least a bigger percentage do.

I worked out yesterday. Didn’t get to ride the bike, but I did all sorts of stuff on the multi-exercise-weight-pully-machine thing. Fuck if I know what it’s called. Then I moved furniture for with and ate pierogis. And I’m not even sore from the exercise! Can’t beat that shit.

“The day is mine, Trebek!”

Thank you, , for spending time with me yesterday, and to you too, Mike.

Looks like I’m going to enjoy my quarterly assignment here at work. I’m in charge of USENET complaints and difficulties. Time to re-subscribe to some old newsgroups and do some testing. Hrm… I know I’ll be subscribing to alt.games.whitewolf… any other suggestions for good groups? I’d like a good Mac one, and a good Linux one for newbies like myself. By the time this quarter is done, I want to know NNTP inside and out.

I’m po’. I can’t afford the “or” at the end. Somehow, I’m going to make it down to the parental units’ house for Easter Sunday, and back again. Luckily, I do have some food at home, and have been successful in coming up with ideas for things to put n a stir fry.

Today after work, I’m working out with and then helping and move couches. I will be wearing my knee braces, no question.

I’d renew my blood pressure medication, but I don’t have the money for the copay. Oh, well, Eric will be at the Fortress on Monday, so I’ll be able to sell some old gaming stuff that I never use. Survival of those who can’t balance a checkbook when shiny iMac’s call out to them. Tee hee.

Gorillaz makes things calm.

I am currently running a background process that is debating how much I can expect others, namely my close friends, to uphold a similar, if not close to the same, morality system that I live by, and by what justification do I hold them to this. Subjective definitions of right and wrong (including the inherent disturbing nature of these being completely subjective) seem to be playing a role in this.

I’m starting to enjoy working out.

I had to leave Spiral last night when the booty dancers came in and started grinding to a live goth band. I… just… don’t… get… it.

How stupid is this: A user, who is -not- our customer, emails us. They are threatening to switch from our competitor, to our other competitor, who is actually owned by the first competitor. Because they can’t navigate off of OUR website. WTF?!

In summation, the Code Red tastes excellent this morning.

I’ve ended my game. Unless someone steps up to run it, it’ll fall into the mists. No biggie, it’s actually a weight off of my shoulders. Now I’m just a player, and will have to destroy some local Storytellers’ plots. Hee hee. I’ll always have #RedFang.

I feel better after a couple of games of SoulCaliber, even if I did lose. Fighting games are only really fun if you’ve got people to play against.

I work out with tonight. It was his first day at CoreComm. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile. Until we go out of business, that is.

I may be a fat man, but sometimes I spread myself too thin.