Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

[01:38] * TheNintenGenius eats Jell-O pudding, fully clothed. That isn’t quite as interesting as dancing nude in lime Jell-O, but I don’t care.

Bah, Xface, you didn’t allow replies :\

From your post, yes, your parents do seem to be gits, but I can’t make an opinion or take sides. I don’t know the whole story.

“But it just burned…it burned like chlorinated water…why do my tears burn?” & “Also, my eyes burn. Crying made them sore. Stupid tears.”

Not to sound insensitive, but that’s prolly too much salt in your tears. Drink more water.

1. Jorenko came out for the weekend. I called off “Sick” from work. I really was sick on Sunday, though.

2. They want proof I was sick. If they’d like to pay for my medical bills, I’ll get their sodding doctors note, but as it stands, I cannot afford it. I can, however, afford to not have a job at Taco Bell.

3. Why can I afford to not have a job at Taco Bell? It interferes with homework. I would like to get things done without having to stress.

4. Once I get things done, I will play games. Such as Pump It Up. Woohoo, workout.

5. Go to hell, fast food.

Schroe Dot Org (10:39:45 PM): Your impressions of Otakon, in 7 words or less!
Cammiluna (10:42:58 PM): vash vash vash vash vash vash vash!
Schroe Dot Org (10:43:22 PM): GOOD CHOICE!

Originally done when I was still in Chicago, so the entry has been back-dated to half a million years ago.

Braiding.

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I lub Jorenko.

Jessie woke me up this morning, “Amanda, your boy’s here.”

*up, glomp, ;_;*

Alright, they got a DDR knock off at Dennis’ Place For Games (if you aren’t aware, this is the arcade I hang out at way too much.). I’ll be spending way too much time there, playing Pump it Up.

J Jorenko (2:33:42 PM): I’m back
J Jorenko (2:34:01 PM): But I’m gonna BRB, I need to get a washcloth
Schroe Dot Org (2:34:30 PM): … Warcraft is THAT good, eh?
J Jorenko (2:36:56 PM): I managed to soak it up with random paper towels that were nearby, but it was still sticky

[This is taken completely out of context. He spilled Code-Red. Or so he says.]

I remember waking at 7AM thinking how it was odd that I could have such a detailed, intense dream in such a short time.

It was winter in a city, and my mother and I were walking on the streets. We had just left an ice show, so it was in the evening. She and I were both well dressed, with fur-lined coats and gloves. My mother carried, in addition to her purse, a plastic bag and a camera bag. I walked slightly behind her with no bags, but my Leatherman multi-tool attached to my belt, and the camera in my pocket.

A homeless man approached my mother, asking her for change. “Let me check,” she said, and glanced into her plastic bag. “Sorry, sir, I have no spare change.” Read the rest of this entry »

“I think the reason straight guys like enormous schlongs, apart from the whole bigger = more powerful and more potent thing, is that it’s an easy answer to Freud’s unanswerable question: what do women want? The real answer is too hard. Women want you to be independent but emotionally available. They want you to be attached but not smothering. They want time and attention, and also some time alone. They want you to grow and change with them. They want you to be all kinds of things, and it’s going to be a different list for every woman, and that list is always subject to change without notice.”

I think it’s slightly wrong that I could go years without a suicidal thought, but at the slightest mention that breaking up with Jorenko is an option we both don’t want to take, but it’s still there – that launches me into envisioning myself plumiting from my 8th story window, or scraping my head along a brick wall until it’s scraped away.

I’m playing a really old DOS AD&D game. The characters are being played fully in-character rather than the usual powerhouse stuff.

Schroe: Does not wear armour, uses only staves or bows.
Jorenko: Only swords, wears armour per usual.
Ettin: Only axes (clubs until I get the first axe) and armour per usual.
Queen Mew: Only psychic related attacks/defenses.

Candice really
REALLY
REALLY
needs to start thinking before speaking.

I: “My friend Josh is coming over tomorrow. We’re prolly going to hang out around here playing games.”
Candice: “Hee hee, I’ll be sure to leave! *wink wink*”
I: . . . “I have a boyfriend. I am loyal to my boyfriend.”

Luckily, she interrupted, as she always does. If she hadn’t, I’d have said something really insulting to her.

I should remind you she broke up with her boyfriend of two years after one week of living here. She’s already fucking the guy she just met. :\

Objective: To observe the ammount of spam received by an email address that is not given out by the owner.

Subject 1: Hotmail. Upon creation of this email. it was specified that the address should not be listed, nor was it signed up for any newsletters.

Week1: Three (3) unsolicited advertisements.

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Subject 2: Yahoo. Upon creation of this email. it was specified that the address should not signed up for any newsletters.

Week 1: Zero (0) unsolicited advertisements.

[Jeff> I have used mIRC for 3wks 6days 13hrs 26mins 53secs in the past 5wks 4days 3hrs 20mins 56secs which is 70.42% of the time from when I activated my timer.
[Zack> I have been idling here for 1wk 5days 18hrs 53mins 9secs in the past 3wks 1day 10hrs 36mins 42secs which is 56.98% of the time from when I activated my timer.
[Ettin> I have used mIRC for 6wks 4days 3hrs 21mins 46secs in the past 39wks 1day 3hrs 28mins 41secs which is 16.83% of the time from when I activated my timer.
[Ettin> “w00t!”
[Zack> :(
[RickOShay> I have used mIRC for 157 yrs 6 mnths 2 wks 3 days 13 hours 39 minutes
[Schroe> That would seem about right to date your PC
[RickOShay> ?
* RickOShay shovels some more coal into his computer
[RickOShay> What do you mean? :o

Joshua says, “You’ve got a lot of balls. Most girls are scared to death of Grif.”

“I am afraid even through all thos precautions I took someoneright now could be messin with my files or fool with the taskbar or play .wavs. what should I do”

He’s worried that someone’s remote accessing him through a virus he downloaded.

*rips hair out and mashes head into wall*

10 minutes pass, and none of his friends help him.

“If you’re worried about someone remote accessing you, disconnect your phone line.” (The person is known to have dial up)

Isn’t it obvious that if you don’t want someone accessing your PC via the internet that you should get off the internet?

*bangs head several times*

In one of the many dreams last night, I was playing an RTS. The warriors were little Scissors looking people. They had red robes on, with little blue markings to indicate they were on the blue team. They carried maces as their main weapon.

After looking at my warriors for a bit, I rotated the map – The map was 3d and spherical. I directed my warriors to the mountains north of my base camp, and had them populate it. As I dealt with the northern encampment, I left my southern city to develop on it’s own, which it did. It prospered fairly, the generators making more and more people. The only thing I had to do was instruct them to build different generators. After a while, I had a generator that made large floating jelly-fish that would explode on contact, making them pretty darn cool for preliminary attacks.

So I did so. And they attacked my southern city. I started building walls around the only entrance to the Northern encampment

Then I woke up.

Well, tonight was good. One of the people who decided not to listen to me when I told him what to do was thrown out of the Bell. :)

“I was sabotaged! The person responsible has been dealt with. One of the main problems was that I tried to do too much with too little knowledge with too little financial outlay. I had an
extremely active MB, a lot of members willing to help and one person who buggered it all up. I’ve been off line since early May, I only got online an hour ago. Next time, I’ll get a local host and
do a course on web page design. But since I run my own business, have two kids etc. it may be a while.

Nice to hear from you,

John Merlo.”

Anyone who knows the story of JD Merlo will find this funny. If anyone has questions, please comment so I know how much to tell :)

Grif was kind enough to bring me food from a shelter, but I really don’t need it.

He even made lunch for me.

I owe him one, yes, but I do not owe him my discomfort. He grabs me like we’re dating or something, and gives me kisses. I tell him not to.

He’s putting moves on me, even though, when I first met him, I told him I had a boyfriend.

[00:36]Ettin> I’m being annoyed over AIM by some idiot :(
[00:36]Ettin> ettin64 (3:37:38 PM): STOP IMITATING ME, DAMN IT
[00:36]Ettin> ettin64 (3:37:39 PM): STOP IMITATING ME, DAMN IT
[00:36]Schroe> :O ME TOO!
[00:37]Schroe> Schroe Dot Org (12:37:02 AM): STOP USING REALLY WORN OUT JOKES
[00:37]Schroe> Schroe Dot Org (12:37:02 AM): STOP USING REALLY WORN OUT JOKES

Not yet sure if I want to hang out with Grif more or not.

Originally done when I was still in Chicago, so the entry has been back-dated to half a million years ago.

Yep, worse than death.

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I make myself look like an idiot too much. I just don’t care anymore.