“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard: March 02, 2003

Friday, March 07, 2003

Allright people, you've been bugging me for months to be awake durring the day sometime, so here I am. I don't really see what the big deal is. Anyway, I... AHHHHH!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! THE LIGHT!!!!!! IT BURNS!!!!!!!! IT'S COMING IN THROUGH THE WINDOWS!!!!!!!! I CAN'T STOP IT!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, March 04, 2003

Good news yet again. All is well with Terribly Wrong and I am now on the Crew Page. Now everybody go and check it out. I'm also registered for the forums AND my first article hits the net on the 15th as planned. Yep, everything's coming up roses, so of course it's time for something to fuck up severely. God I have such a positive world view don't I?

Anyhow, my first assignment for Terribly Wrong and I fuck it up. I save all my pics as JPEG files to send to Reverend Mace and then I send him the bitmaps, totally filling his inbox. So anyways, we'll see if I make the issue after all. Sorry Mace.

Monday, March 03, 2003

Good news guys. My debut on www.terriblywrong.com hits cyberspace on March 15. That's right, I go worldwide on those days that have been so much luck to so many, the Ides of March. Prophetic Eh?

Sunday, March 02, 2003

So anyway, yesterday, a friend and I are working on a computer case mod. Plexiglass panel, blue neon, paint job, you know, geek stuff. So anyway, when the dust settled, we stood in the wreckage that had once been the living room and we beheld an awesome sight. There, in the front of the computer, right above the power button, was the cigarette lighter from a '72 Dodge Dart. I'm not sure if we should be proud or ashamed. Probably both.

Thought for the day: You don't have to swim faster than the shark, just faster than your friends.