now i'm losing it!

help! i'm down to single line posts now. WTF???!?!?!?!11!/1/1/1

ah...telephones...

highland games this sunday. we miss you here, alan!

this is getting really stupid

it's only my laptop that gives me posting problems, which means something is amiss in firewall land?

i always kinda figured, but don't misunderstand it...

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i'ma gonna smash-ah you face!

computer ate another one of my posts, and with a three sentence cutoff point, do you have any idea how difficult it is to summarize a day/event?

finish the house! finish the house!

ali's on this frenzy to complete the reno's, and i can't say i blame her. this means, however, that i'll be known as Manuel Laborio, the suave contractor-by-day-lover-by-night, replete in paint-spackled clothing and Home Depot receipts, for the next little while...

of course. it's me, after all!

fixing the problems, and generating some interesting activity elsewhere. now if i could only have a non-activity filled night in whicht to just chill, ie not spend any more money. sheesh! i'm hemmorhaegieaggegeging cash lately...one thing's for sure, i'm damned good for the economy.

i must never take shortcuts again

i was assisting one of my colleagues by coordinating with the factory, only he did not verify the factory's prints or samples properly, and now we're in a bind again that I must fix for him. next time, i'll do everything myself, even for his supposed 'babies'.

'twas a nice weekend, all things being equal...

She Who Must Be Treasured did a pretty fine job turning my frown upside down. friends got me booze (tryin' to tell me something?), spent money over the weekend on the house, etc...
if the weather holds up, i'ma go practice this pm.

ZOMBIES. ROCK.

that was a good movie. btw, it was MY b-day too, Alan! Now you must die. Please do not let work get in the way of my evening. Please. I am tired already. Mind you, the first phone call of the day for the past two days has been particularly unpleasant...

gimme an excuse

if you want something done right (or pretty much done at all)...
not sleepy. not tired. just outta gas. less 'i wanna sleep' feeling and more 'build a 500-count house of cards' ugh!

happy birthday me

meh.

GLASS FLOORED PARKING LOT SALE!

unbelievable. if re-educating that twisted cult doesn't work, just apply liberal doses of Pax Romana. oh! gratz! you killed 12 of me mates in the name of something or other. now let's see...allowing for inflation...that'll be 2 entire villages of yours. how long can they keep that up?

hmmm...weekend approacheth

what to do? mayhaps the visiting of our favourite new parents...tomorrow night's the game, and somehow between now and then i have to empty my full locker so they can clean. where do i put the stuff for an entire day? @#$@#%$!^

i'm not getting older! YOU'RE getting older!

*sigh*
i can't help but reminiscing (sp?). it is teh melancholizors.
i've got 3 ickies to blow away this morning. once i do that, it should all be downhill from there. oh, and shadowrun toniiiiiiight.

toniiiiiiiiiiight

video game goodness. opening sequence for the thing is roughed out. next comes character development and scene blocking. fun! no, really. actually fun.
conference call of blech-itude beginneth shortly.

Ottawa is Canada's Cleveland. OMG!111 Boringzors!11!1

the ride there & back was nice, though. ooh! last night, i actually got out of bed, sat in front of the computer, and WROTE some! that hasn't happened in a while, where i can't sleep and must write. WOOT!