Author: jason

You ever get the feeling that other people are having a hell of a lot more fun than you are?
Like these people from The Netherlands on the project I am working on? The ones that are on vacation for what seems like half the year going to places like Egypt (1 month), China (1 month), the Black Forest in Germany (1 week), Rome (2 weeks) and so on and so forth etc., etc., etc., ad infinitum?

In fact, do you ever get the feeling that maybe your priorities are just all wrong?

I’m going to add on to this post quite a bit later on tonight, but now I have to get back to work.
Seriously.

Anyone know of a free or cheap (under $50) IP address to region/city/state database? All the ones I can find are commercial.

Oh, one more thing. I’m not tired at all. I was warned that the Prednisone might keep me awake but this is bad news. I did 3x my normal situps and not even a twinge of tired. Gonna be a long ass night.

I just discovered this really awesome trick where I can press right… here and my entire left arm goes numb. My stomach also spasms for some reason. I wonder if this has anything to do with the steroids.

So, I got a set of Scat Mats last night. Now I just need 20 Japanese school girls and a truckload of live eels.

What? You guys don’t know about scat porn?

Nevermind.

Anyway, the Scat Mat is this little (and by little I mean big) plastic mat with wires embedded in it that is used to keep the Sonja off the Leather Couch. Says it right on the box. It uses a capacitor to build up a charge on the wires and then if anything touches one they get a shock that feels just like getting touched by someone all charged up with static. There’s an audible snap too, which is cool. I think it also has a motion sensor because I dropped a non-conductor (blanket) on it and it went off. Pretty sweet. I tested it on myself a few dozen times last night because I’m stupid. I was trying to see if I could convince myself to hold my hand still after it went off instead of jumping back and spinning around in a circle laughing. (Man, I hope my neighbors weren’t watching last night). It’s pretty hard to do. Pretty good deterrent in my opinion.

It may seem like I have an obsession with electrical devices used to fry my dog but I find that it takes a certain amount of voltage to get through to her. About 25kv actually. Cruel? I don’t think so. When I was 12 Michelle Jones dared me to grab the electric fence in her back yard and I swear to God I’ve never even considered grabbing another electric fence since then. In fact, sometimes I pee myself when I see one. Very good training aid.

Yea, so get you some Scat Mats if you have a large black dog and an expensive leather couch and would prefer that never the twain shall meet.

Oh, and on a seperate note: If you see a guy laying in the grass with nothing on but a sombrero tonight do me a favor and make me a grilled cheese sandwich. Thanks.

So, I have poison ivy.
That’s so lame.

I don’t really remember laying in the grass this past weekend, but I won’t say I didn’t. That is the sort of thing I am wont to do.
In any case, that’s the only reason I can come up with for all these itchy little bumps on my arms. Man, they suck!

I don’t usually post lyrics like Courtney does, but man, this one’s got me and maybe if I dump it I can listen to something else for a few minutes. This song completely kicks ass.

Interpol – Narc
Touch your thighs, I’m the lonely one
Remember that lass, because that was the right one
Oh, all your mysteries are moving in the sun
And show some love and respect
Wanna get some love and respect
Baby you can see that the gazing eye won’t lie
Don’t give up your lover tonight
Cause it’s just you, me and this fire, alright
Let’s tend to the engine tonight

Oh

She found a lonely sound
She keeps on waiting for time out there
Oh love, can you love me babe
Love, is this loving babe
Is time turning around

Feast your eyes, I’m the only one
Control me, console me
Cause that’s just how it should be done
Oh, all your history’s like fire from a busted gun
Now show some love and respect
Don’t wanna get a life of regret

But baby you can see that the gazing eye won’t lie
Don’t give up your lover tonight

She found a lonely sound
She keeps on waiting for time out there
Oh love, can you love me babe
Love, is this loving babe
Is time turning around

He slips into the bedroom
And you know he misses alright
Old names, we’ll make sweet
Will sustain us through the night
Inside my bedroom baby
Touch me, oh tonight
Promises, we’ll make some
Will reveal our sense of right

You should be in my space
You should be in my life
You should be in my space
You should be in my life
You could be in my space

I am like a teenage girl. I’m so excited about The Killers concert next week that I’m about to pee my pants!

Q: How many drunken party goers does it take to make a crock of rotel?
A: I don’t know. I blacked out before we finished.

BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHahahahha