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12/31/98
Okay, so this will be my last rant of 1998. And what a way to start off the new year than to find out your best friend fucked the thing he calls his ex-girlfriend. Now, after the Thanksgiving fiasco, you'd think he would have learned. But that is not true, or so it appears. I don't know that they had sex for sure, but I have it on good source that it was indeed with him, and in his bedroom. Oh well. I guess it doesn't really matter. As Theryn put it, it's his life to screw up. You know, no. I can't accept that. I am his friend, and therefore I don't want to see him do something that I know for a fact will hurt him in the end. I know, I'll hire someone to kill it. No, that wouldn't do any good. Rodney'd probably go off the deep end then. This is the first time I've ever actually fulfilled my new year's resolution. And isn't it funny that I fulfilled it with the very person to whom I told it. Heh. Anyway, let's see. What should I resolve this year? Better grades? No, that'd be too easy, since I have to do that anyway. Maybe I should resolve to stop worrying so much about what Rodney is doing. Sure, he's my friend, but if he really wants to be in pain and screw his life up, then who am I to say he shouldn't? Well, I'm his best friend. So, that resolution is out. Let's see... I could resolve to stop eating KFC. But that would suck really bad, because hey - I really like their new sandwiches. Which, by the way, I don't know if they have come out across the country. I know that when the KFC sandwiches started here, we were a test place. I gotta get one of those erginomic(sp?) keyboards. Not because I think it would really help me at all, but because I want one and they look cool. Anyway, back to the sandwiches. The Kansas City area was a test market, but I don't know how long the test was, but the sandwiches are still there, so the no KFC resolution is out. I could resolve to work on this page more. Or less. No, I think I like the idea of working on my homepage more. So, that's my resolution. Well, one of them at least. I resolve to work on my page more often than I do now, or than I did in 1998. That'll be sort of tough, since it was in '98 that I moved the entire thing from angelfire to idir.net. But I will give it my best shot. One of my co-workers has these bubble gum flavored candy canes. Damn, are they good! Well, have a safe and fun new year's eve, and may the fleas of a thousand camels infest the crotch of Jessica Weiner.

12/30/98
Well, here it is - what could be my final rant of 1998. 1999 begins the day after tomorrow and then it's just one year left until the world explodes. Or so I've heard. I certainly hope it's not true, though, because I plan to get married in 2003. The world exploding three years before my marriage could put a damper on the nuptuals. And then there's IDC, my wonderful internet service provider. First they deactivated my account. I had no idea why. When I called, they said they hadn't received payment for November or December. Which, for all intents and purposes, is a crock of shit. I always pay my bills, especially this one - considering how important this page and my email account are to me. Anyway, so I check and the November one had already been processed through the bank. And two days ago I checked on the December check and it had gone through as well. Today I get an email from IDC saying they had the November one, but still hadn't received December's payment. BULLSHIT! Anyway, they're dicking me around and it's really pissing me off. But I'm giving them one more chance, being the generous guy that I am. Either that or it's the fact that I'm too lazy to try and find a new ISP. You know, I haven't really missed the NBA. I had a good christmas, got lots of Broncos stuff - a watch, a McCaffery jersey, a hat, a flag, window stickers, and a new pair of Vans. Yes, I know Vans aren't Broncos merchandise, but I got a new pair of Vans! They're pretty cool. And now that it's going to be 1999, how are we going to party? I suppose we could keep partying like it's 1999, since, it will be 1999, but what then? Are we still going to be partying like it's 1999 when it's 2015? Or will The Artist make a new song, Party Like It's 2999? And what about those Broncos? 14-2 is their best record ever, and the second best record, tied with Atlanta of all teams, in the NFL this year next to Minnesota's 15-1. Denver vs. Minnesota in the Super Bowl? Somehow I don't think it's going to happen. Most of the time when you think something in the NFL is going to happen, when you say it's pretty much a sure thing, it doesn't work out that way. Here's my pre post-season pick - Denver vs. Atlanta. Denver 42 Atlanta 20. Yeah. Anyway.

12/09/98
So, here I sit. 5:22pm on Wednesday night with a final at 7:30am Thursday and a paper due on the same day. And I just can't get motivated to study or write the paper. So here I am, updating my page. What the fuck? Well, I suppose it could have something to do with the fact that I put off the paper pretty much until today, and that I didn't pay too much attention in the class I have the final for tomorrow - plus I didn't do most of the readings. So here I go. I'm going to write a paper for which I have researched little, then I'm going to study for my Medieval History final, and hopefully some time in the next six hours, I'll eat and get to at least talk to my girlfriend. Ugh. College.

12/01/98
Okay. It's December. Fucking December. I know I was saying something similar back in September, but for fuck's sake, 1998 is almost over now! You gotta love pages like this. I get all the news I need plus great coverage of the Broncos with the Denver Post Online. It's Christmas in my pants, wish my tree had bigger balls. What... the fuck... are swaddling clothes? Maybe we'll soak them up with ether. We've got some hard boiled eggs for you, maybe we'll save them for Easter. Jesus is a Mexican name, they don't pronounce it rightly. King of the Jews has a Mexican name, Christ himself deceived nightly. Isn't Danger Bob great? Rodney's going to end up on Jerry Springer, I swear. Either that or in prison. Alvin, Simon, Theodore, doo doo do do do do, doo doo do do do do.

11/24/98 again
That damned music is going to drive me insane. I don't know what room it's coming from, and I can't tell what it is. It's just a hum, with a beat. Like the music from a little kid's carrosel outside a Wal-Mart in Parsons, Kansas that costs a quarter for a two minute ride. But I remember when those were only a penny. You can't buy anything for a penny anymore. It's because of that music. That music is going to drive me insane. I'll get a gun. And to the beat of the music, I will stalk it. I will find the source of the music, god damn it! And I will gun down anyone who gets in my way. I must stop the music! It's like an itch. An itch on your back, but this is no ordinary itch. This itch itches like an itch has never itched before. And it's just out of your reach, taunting you. No matter how you twist and stretch, you cannot scratch that itch. And using your chair or the wall doesn't help either. This is a very evil itch, and it's laughing at you. Can you hear it laughing? It's laughing like the grade school bully used to after he'd pushed you down and taken your ball. That's your ball, damn it, and he just took it from you. So you run quickly home and grab your mother's butcher knife. You're going to show that bully once and for all. When you get back to the playground you see the bully, and you charge at him screaming. He turns and sees you coming toward him with that big knife. Slowly it dawns on him what you're about to do. You grin evilly as you see the piss stain strech and expand down his led until there's a puddle on the ground. When you're just a few feet away from him he screams for help and throws your ball at you. The ball catches on the knife and dies with a pop and a hiss. Now he's really going to pay. You lauch yourself at him, swinging the blade. You smell the sweet smell of victory as you fell the blade slice through the skin of his face like a hot knife through butter. His scream is music to your ears. But soon that scream is cut short, with the severing of his vocal chords. But death does not come for this bully. Not yet. He must feel the pain he's caused you. You keep him alive as you slowly skin him alive. That'll teach him to take your ball. Then as he's laying there dying you piss on him. The sting of salty piss is just an added bonus to the pain. You piss like you've just woken up from a dream. A dream about your father. A dream about the father that left you when you were five and has never returned. You vow someday to find him. And when you do, he too will know the pain he's caused you. And still the music hums on...

11/24/98
Rodney has a knack for getting himself into sticky situations. Like, for example, the one he's in right now. He has been hanging out with this girl named Amanda. Now, when he met Amanda, he knew she was 15 and that she had a boyfriend. So, he just hung out with her and watched movies and shit. "Cuddling and shit, but not kissing". Now, obviously, if you do this with a girl, she's going to think you like her. But I guess Rodney didn't realize this until it was too late. Because now Amanda has broken up with her boyfriend and she and Rodney have unofficially officially become a couple. And he's freaking out. He doesn't know what to do. Here's what you do, Rodney. You tell her you "just want to be friends". Do it for yourself, do it for all of the men in this world that have ever heard that line. But, just do it. Well, my five day weekend starts tomorrow. There's some stuff that I'd like to get done that I know I won't, because I never do what I plan to do when I've got a long weekend. Then on the last day of the weekend I feel like shit because I didn't do any of the stuff I wanted to get done. Oh well, shit happens. AoHell is trying to merge with Netscape. That is some ass right there buddy. Netscape good, AoHell bad. It can't happen. It just can't. Bliss.

11/20/98
Oi. I need to get home and take some sinus medication. It feels like my head is going to explode. That'd be messy. Looks like we're taking the Pinto to the Garbage show in KC tonight. Woohoo! Let's just hope we don't get rear-ended. KA-BOOM! Yeah. Another lovely thought, that is. I have become addicted to Hot Tamales. You know, the candy? Yeah, every day I work, I go down to the break room and get a soda and a box of Hot Tamales. Well, it's finally cooled off and started feeling like fall around here. We've had some sixty degree days lately. Nice, but the warmth doesn't go well with the autumn colors on the trees and grass. Hey look, the Denver Broncos are 10-0 and playing Oakland in Denver. And hey look - they beat Oakland at Oakland in week three! Hmmm... I wonder who's going to win this one... Oh, and I just read on the NFL website that Elway is going to play this Sunday! Not that Bubby Brister did a bad job, actually he did a very good job. But I'll be glad to have Elway back. Well, enough about football... oh wait - I have to mention that the chiefs are 4-6, having lost five games in a row, three of which were at KC. Ha-ha! Well, I get to have my engine overhauled. Yep, and hopefully they'll be able to find and easily fix the oil leak. There's a bullet in the mattress.

11/19/98
You know what I don't understand? Putting nuts in pumpkin bread. I love pumpkin bread! But, I hate it with nuts in it. Where is the logic behind putting nuts in pumpkin bread? There are no nuts in pumpkins - seeds, yes - but no nuts. And there are no nuts in bread. So, why, when you combine the two, do you add nuts? And on the subject of nuts, it's a sin to put nuts in brownies and chocolate chip cookies. Especially walnuts. Ick. And now the place I live has told me I can't park my car there until I fix the oil leak because it will "eventually damage the asphalt.". Ain't that some shit? So I guess I'll be parking at KU and riding the bus to and from work and school.

11/10/98
It seems to me that perhaps I didn't go to the same school or take any similar classes as did my friends Ben and Rodney. I came to this conclusion after they both started web pages. They're actually pretty good web pages, made even better because I know the people who made them and can hear them saying what they write. But, the spelling and grammar of my friends, or the lack thereof, astounds me. Now, sure, some of it could be attributed to poor typing skills, or even typos. They don't, however, just make a few mistakes. I know what Ben's major problem is - and that is he doesn't look at the screen as he types. I haven't yet figured out what Rodney's problem is. But I do know that the major problem they both have is that they use that damned angelfire basic editor. I haven't used it for years, so I don't know if they've changed it to include a spell check, but back in the day when I didn't know html very well, the basic editor didn't have a spell check. And they both need one, badly. I mean, sure, I can overlook the spelling errors, typos, and general bad grammar. Because, I'm not perfect either. I still make mistakes once in a while. But it does bother me that it doesn't bother them. I try to correct typos and spelling errors. I want my page to look professional. Or at least grammatically correct. And I have just noticed that WordPad doesn't have a spell check either. I don't think, however, that my spelling and/or typos are that bad. And I like to think that my grammar is at least up to par. Well, now that I've spent too much time on that subject and probably pissed Ben and Rodney off, I'll move on to another subject. One probably just as pointless. Hey - since this is my page of rants, I think I'll rant for a bit. You know what pisses me off? When someone calls you up, wants to go out, you decline because you're tired and have homework, but they convince you to go out because they want to see you and you want them to stop bitching. But when you get to the place you were going to hang out with this person, you see them for one minute and then they go off and talk to some other person. This especially sucks when you weren't going to stay very long anyway. I am, of course, not talking about anyone in particular. Oh, and Theryn's back in town. It's been a week since I wrote a rant, so I thought I'd mention that. Parsons, Kansas is evil. E-VIL!!!

11/3/98
01 day
So, I saw Pleasantville the other day. It was pretty good. I didn't know I was going to have to sit through two hours of social commentary, but that's okay. So, Rodney, Jacque, Ben and I were all sitting in KFC last night, enjoying a night of deep philosophical discussion after having finished our wonderful sandwiches, when this fucker turns to us and says "Hey guys, I've got a four year old over here and I'd appreciate it if you'd tone down the language. I've heard the f-word four times and the b-word twice." I was just like, "Okay guys, let's get out of here... I mean, it is, after all, our responsibility to keep his child from hearing swear words. I mean, sure he came in after us, and sure he could have left, but hey - we might as well leave." What a fucking jackass. I didn't really feel that confrontational, otherwise there are a million things I could have said. What a fucking jackass. I don't even like children! Why should I censor myself for their benefit! I wonder if he doesn't let his child watch t.v., or if he keeps it near him all the time to shield its virgin ears from the evil world around her. I hate parents. I suppose I could put all of this on my shit list, but oh fucking well. I think the problem with people today is the way they were raised. That child is going to hear those words no matter what its father does to keep it from them. All he can hope to do is to teach it that those words are inappropriate at certain times, like when he is around. That's pretty much the only time I ever curb my swearing - when my mother is around. Because she doesn't like it, and I respect that because I respect her. I don't even know that guy, why should I keep my mouth shut for him? Well, anyway, I've spent too much of my time worrying about that guy. Fuck him and the high horse he rode in on.

10/27/98
08 days
If I had a hammer, I'd fuck shit up. Man I have so much fucking homework. Papers left and right, plus a lot of reading and shit. Fuck. And of course, the week of my birthday. Which, it doesn't really even feel like my birthday is tomorrow. And you know, I have really bad arachnophobia. So, when I saw what I thought at the time to be a brown recluse spider crawling away from me on my bed, it kind of flipped my shit out. I was on the phone with Theryn at the time. I think it's time to call in an exterminator. And to clean up the basement. If Americans are from America, then shouldn't Canadians be from Canadia? Hey look, I know most of you probably don't care, including Theryn, but the Broncos are 7-0. And the chiefs are 4-3. Wonderful, if I do say so myself. LHS vs. LFSHS this Friday. I'm so there. Go Lions! I've always wanted to tell a story that at the end I get to say, "It's got to be true! You can't make this shit up!" I'm a maniac, maniac on the fluh-or. Picture pages, picture pages, lots of fun with picture pages, you can use your crayons and your pencils. I can't belive I got a B on my midterm. Sure, it was an 81, but that's still a B. I guess I'm better at bs-ing that I thought I was. We'll see though, since I still have to write that five page paper over the 81 page Beowulf. It's NOT going to be pretty. I'm going to win the lottery. Then after my first few payments, I'm going to buy a really big satellite. Then, I'm going to contact my home planet. I'm going to send them the message to start the invasion. Once the invasion is complete, the first thing I will do as ruler of the earth is ban all Tommy Hilfiger, Abercrombie and Fitch, and Mossimo. Yeah. Their creators and anyone caught wearing clothing by them will be shot on sight...

10/23/98
12 days.
The Misanthropic Bitch rocks my world. I haven't yet even read it, but I saw that she the title of one of her rants - "School Violence". This got me thinking. I have been hearing a lot of stories lately about kids going insane and popping off a few rounds into their fellow classmates and teachers. I wish I had had the guts to do that when I was in junior high and high school. I don't think I would have shot indiscriminately, for I did have many friends. But I guess if I had flipped my lid, I wouldn't care. Oh, but to see the faces of my enemies as I unloaded round after round into their tommy hilfiger wearing bodies. I'd also like to touch on road rage. Because, if I could get away with it, I would carry a gun around with me in my car and shoot the people who can't fucking drive. And lord knows, there would be a lot of dead people everytime I went for a drive. Hell, if I could shoot bad drivers, I'd drive around all fucking day. No turn signal, eh? *BLAM BLAM* That'll teach you, you fucking jackass. People from Johnson County would be afraid to come here, for there would be a consideralbe amount of their bretheren gunned down. For we all know, people from jo. co. cannot fucking drive. Neither can old people. Just another reason that I hate old people. *BLAM BLAM* Jackass!

10/09/98
Guest ranter this day - Theryn, the love of my life.
I just tortured myself, I watched It's My Party and cried my eyes out. I'mnot sure why I rented it when I knew that is what was going to happen. Igot a haircut and now I have that itchy neck feeling. Can you have anasthma attack that is just really tight lungs and not the traditionalwheezing, becasue I am pretty sure I had one today. Even if I had time Ican't come up tomorrow. I've got warning lights on in my car, it saysCHARGE +, I don't know exactly what that means but I don't want to screwanything up and I also don't want my car to not start if I stop somewhere.Plus even though I am trying to make even myself believe it, I am still not100%. I got a chair today. It cost me $3 and it looks like it, uglyorange and brown flowers. I threw an old blanket over it and with alittle tweaking and a lot of safety pins it actually looks pretty good. Istill need a kitchen table. There was a coffee table I considered gettingat the rummage sale where I bought the chair but I would have had tocarry it and to find a home for it when I leave. Plus it was more moneythan the chair, so I figured that I could live without it. I am reallyrandom right now. This would make a good rant. There was a table I reallyliked and I would have been willing to pay the 15 bucks but I would havewanted to keep it and don't think I have a place to store it. I keeppicturing what our apartment is going to look like. I love you.I wish you were home. I got on to check my mail and Ben was on. thebastard either paid no attention to it or blatantly ignored the message Isent him because he logged off a few minutes later. I was going to tellhim to tell you that I love you. But you know that. I love you. I love you.I had cut and pasted something and now every time i bump the mouse itspits it out so I cut I love you. In so that it won't be so strange everytime I do it. I am going to bed now. I love you.
I love you.
Theryn

***Sigh. Only about 25 more days...***

10/6/98
Yet another exciting day at the office. There is a little flyin insect buzzing around my computer and I can only see it when it's in front of the screen or over the keyboard, and then it's too quick so I'm unable to kill it. With my luck it'll turn out to be an African Fruit Fly carrying a new string of the ebola virus that will be air borne to humans. Is Borneo a real place, or a figment of my imagination planted by movies? I suppose I could look it up on the internet. But that would be too easy, now wouldn't it? So there's this chick, that has a web cam on her while she works. I guess she's got a rather large following, and I guess I'm sort of part of that. I occasionally check in when I'm at work. Her name is Annie. Odd what people find entertaining. Ladi dadi, we likes to party. And they ain't leavin' 'til six in the morn, six in the mornin'.

10/5/98
Oi. Flooded engines, wet socks, good friends, and Ani DiFranco. <--- That was my night last night. There was a big ol' mean storm in Lawrence last night. I've never actually seen flash flooding in Lawrence. It sucks. Reminded me and Ben of when we were in Lake Charles the second time and in Nicole's car. It was raining something fierce, and we were trying to get to Nicole's house. She and her car handled it a lot better than I did last night, but what can ya do? Oh the lengths I go to to make a page... My back is killing me. I feel like shit.

10/2/98
Suddenly, I have a headache. I think that the new imac is really just another tool of the man to bring me down. I've seen the rain when the sun was shining. I live in Kansas. We've got really fucked up weather. I think the funniest part of that Twister movie was when they were crossing that bridge and a cow goes flying by mooing. And then it flies by again. Yep. I laughed and laughed and laughed. God, these last fifteen minutes seem to have taken so fucking long. Ugh. Dude, I've seen Anna Kournikova play tennis (on t.v.) and she's damn good. And when I saw her I thought she was fine... but I've been looking at some pictures of her, and damn, she's hella young! I mean, I knew she was young, but she looks young. Weird, huh? Someone that is young looking young. Dude, Theryn comes home in a month, but god damn it, it's going to be one long fucking month. Shiiiit. And now I have work to do, so I'm going to go do it.

10/1/98
Testies. One, two... three? Okay. So if you're looking for any rant written before this one, there's a link at the bottom of the page. It was getting kind of long, so I decided to make a new page. Exciting eh? Sometimes you would send me a birthday card with a five dollar bill. I never understood you then and I guess I never will. La la. Only one more month until Theryn comes home. I want to go see Culture Clash tomorrow night. I hope tickets are still/will be still available. And dammit, why can't I telnet to my shell account from anywhere but home? Will someone please tell me why?! And there were many things I wanted and needed to do to my page when I was able to ftp to my server, but now that I can, I can't remember anything I wanted to do. Anyway...

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