Author: jae

i’ve always wanted to do something like this. (i met some Zendik people at a U2 concert in Florida once, and they were real groovy folks.)

Chewbacca returns in Ep.III

about to watch Spirited Away (Jpn/E.subt).

very interesting. i don’t believe most of what the FBI made up about MLK of course. what a horror, though (if not altogether shocking), that The Man would sink to such dreadful and grim lows, just to keep black folks down. shame, shame, shame.

i hereby evoke the phrase “rest in PEACE” (though at least somewhat hypocritically, since i brought out that link).

Matty is so thoughtful and considerate. there’s just so much stuff around the house that we either didn’t think to, or just haven’t yet gotten the chance to chew to pieces ourselves. she helps us out a lot in that regard. we’re so proud of our little Chewing Machine. she’s SUCH a good biter and chewer.

i think i’m her little boyfriend, too. she seems to be overly velcroed to me. ironic, because she’s my grandfather’s dog; my own dog (sweet and brave little Tyger, a giant Yorkie with floppy ears, who never went grey and never grew his hair very long like other Yorkshire Terriers – strange, ‘coz he had a pedigree and was full-blooded and everything; a real genetic freak!) was closer to my grandfather than to me. she just gravitates toward me the way that Tyger gravitated to him. funny how dogs work. i was a mean little bastard though, ‘coz i got Tyger when i was 10 or 11 and he was just a little bitty puppy daug and i was just an awful, awful kid who used to get into fights with him and be mean to him and stuff. poor little guy. he could still be terribly sweet to me, but we never were as close as he was with my grandfather. i still miss him horribly. brave little guy. he always valiantly protected us against the evil legions of dastardly postal workers who sought (in vain! ye gods) to overcome us and take over our House almost every single day. (& he died in awful pain, at the vet’s, away from his family, which breaks my heart all to pieces to think about to this very day. poor sweet brave little Tyger, an old little doggie-man at the age of 11, died with broken pancreas and heart, my sweet foreverpuppy….) (damn, honestly weeping now)

it’s so amazing to think that she’s only been in the world for a little over 3 months! three months! so young… little baby puppy daug. she’s so big and smart and active and friendly and curious.

gave her her first bath in her new home the other day. it wasn’t… AS… successful… as it could have been. but no matter. she’s cleaner by some measure, so all’s well anyway.

she’s learning about her potty pads. slowly but surely she’s wetting and crapping near these pads that they make for dogs and bedwetting little brats. the dog variety is supposed to attract them, but it doesn’t really. but she’s getting real close, and most of the time that she makes a present near them, she does it right on them, which is great. i hate when she pees elsewhere, because then i have to scold her, which breaks my heart, because she knows she’s bad and puts her tail down and her ears back and when she sees my hand headed for her lil’ butt she runs like hell with that sweet sad scared look on her face. poor little baby! i never spank her very hard at all. she knows, and even the slightest of touches hammers the point home.

sweet little baby-puppy!

sweet. i just revamped my friends page. it’s just a few little tweaks to hold me over until i can figure out that godforsaken S2 thing (which will probably never happen… but oh ghod i want to customize my entry pages (the page where you post and read comments) and my userinfo page. yes, S2 actually lets you do that. now somebody get to work learnin’ it so you can teach me!

dear gawd! what in the fuck is going on here??! has anybody actually tried messing around with S2? i mean, like creating your own layers and stuff???

i just don’t get it. i just don’t get it. i just don’t get it!

these people must be stopped!!

i mean, we’re only trying to help you, after all. it just so happens that you Earthers have a giant physiological need for anal penetration, that’s all. and believe me, it’s for your own good, and the good of your People.

here’s something i hate:
tacking on “-ess” or “-ette” or “-enne” to the end of certain job titles. i think that’s degrading to a point. and even if you think it’s just a way of acknowledging gender without putting it down, it still seperates us as human beings. we’re not meant to seperate ourselves from each other like that. sure, we’re different in some senses, but what makes a comedian different than a comedienne? really? or a human resources manager from a human resources managerette? it’s silly and it’s stupid and it hurts gender relations. and i know of at least one feminist among you who will disagree with me on this without bending.

and here’s another thing i hate:
when people say that women are “so great” or elevate women to some higher regard. where’s the equality in that? women are no better, and no worse, than men. PERIOD. we’re different, but we’re equally inane and ridiculous and terrible and wonderful. for every stupid and evil thing a man does, a woman does the same differently but to equal measure, and in equal proportions. that’s why we have balance; that’s why there are two genders and why one has not out-evolved another and rendered them obsolete. if one gender was actually mo betta than another, nature would pick up on that and run like hell. but noooooo, we’re both still around. it could, of course, be argued that men have been for centuries putting themselves at serious risk in this regard, but i digress.

i stand firm on both of these things.

let’s get rid of feminism.

i’m serious! let’s get rid of it!

frankly, i’m sick of it. or rather… well, let’s break it down:

at the heart of feminism lies its core (duh). it’s tough as dirt, and hardened. but in 100 years this core has been whittled down to just a shade of its former self.

the core of feminism is the need for feminism.

and that’s the part we need to strike a death blow to.

the need for feminism is still alive, but not very well. women today can do an awful lot. things are still a little restricted, but by and large, women are really very very close to being on truly equal footing with men. there’s still some discrepancy with regards to pay (though i’ve personally never encountered it, never having worked at very high levels of employment such as management and whatnot). and then there’s the bazillion reasons men give women to hate them, including, but not limited to: their aggression against or toward women, their blatant and ubiquitous verbal sexism, their constantly seeking to put women in humiliating positions socially, et cetera, et cetera…

having said that, i think we’re near the end of this scourge. the scourge of feminism. the scourge of the neccessity of feminism. the scourge of sexism itself. it’s damn near over now. you can smell the very death of male-chauvanism in the air! it is high time we deliver our most devastating blows to quell this foul beast once and for all time, and lay feminism to rest forever.

(it should be quite clear that i am primarily speaking of Western feminism, and even more specifically, American feminism. the rest of the world still needs feminism desperately.)

once we’ve killed the need for feminism, we can start focusing on other things. and cease exalting a class of people based on something so arbitrary as gender.

Dosha didn’t die.

that story damn near killed me.

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MS Excel is broken, and so is the Office97 disc it came on. so i downloaded OpenOffice, which rocks. it’s amazing how much i’ve forgotten about Excel from when i used to use it before. i used to be a team lead at Powertel PCS (now something else like Omnipoint or Voicestream or “Bob” knows what), and used to do timesheets, plus stats for the CSRs, the team, and sometimes the call center (along with monitoring calls & all sorts of other things). i’m picking up again pretty good. anyway, i made a timesheet for tlmboosters.com so i can gets PAID. it looks good and functions very well. i haven’t really tried any of the other stuff in the suite yet, but i did try opening a Word doc in Writer. it doesn’t do real well with text boxes. meh, i didn’t need that anyway.

too hot to get under car today.

i haven’t commented in anyone’s journal in weeks (with a couple of exceptions). don’t think i don’t read. i care! here’s a  hug  for everyone who needs one.

greatest music player evar.

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feeling underwhelmed with the internet lately.

for instance, why such a vast dearth of automotive documentation? do people really like overpaying sketchy mechanics that much?

Matrix fillossafee
cool.

my

body

is

fully

burns

and scabs

and scar tissue

from bitey puppy

and

bitey

car.

i have a pain in my chest approximately where my heart is and have overeaten today.

i think i have had a dislocated disc for several months now.

i can tell because there is a discernible hole in my spine that precisely matches where the pain is.

where i got that from, i’ll never know.

i felt tired too much today.

it hurts to move because of all of this.

oh yeah, i finished putting in the fuel filter. had to cut about a quarter-inch off both connector hoses. looks better now, and i got all the clamps on. took her out for a test drive.

she’s still doing the pop-and-lurch.

i have to be easy on the accelerator, or it gets pretty bad. i wouldn’t say the transmission is ruled out, but i have a feeling it’s in the suspension somewhere.

on my test drive, i took a note in case i had bad trouble. on the note it said: “i think i better lie here and bleed a bit.”

okay, that part’s just fantasy.

1) some worthless fuckwad is trying to hack me again. you should see the crazy strings they’re trying to pass thru my PHP code. too bad that none of it’s going to get anywhere, because anything that connects to anything important is pretty fookin’ secure, and the rest doesn’t connect to anything. to all childish little h4x0rz: i’m not 0wnable, you worthless piece of human filth. go kill yourself while crying that you have no girlfriend and listening to Godsmack, or something pathetic like that. you are so sad that words cannot express how much i want you to be released from your private hell.

2) and another worthless fuck seems to be lurking an awful lot on the legacy version of the old reunion site. what, looking for news, you stupid pile of crap? can’t read the background that says in big, bold red letters, “this page is no longer maintained”? i wonder if i gave you my resume to sniff, if you would have the intelligence to do anything other than pee on it. seriously, i’ve gotten hundreds of hits on that stupid useless site in just the last few days alone. hell, it might be the first idiot, trying to hack the message board, which is barely even functional anyway. good luck! you pathetic moron. go chase your tail and get out of the world’s way. we are moving forward with our evolution, and you are staying behind to roll in filth. have fun, sucker.

3) yes i have a bad widdle potty mouf and an evil disposition. i’m a misanthropist after all. if you don’t understand the kind of Terrible Love i feel for the Human race, then read something wot has little animated sparklies all over it and pretentious post titles about love or beauty, or something terrifyingly sugary-sweet like that. i am not sugar, i am lemon. so make a face and stick around, or pour me out and don’t come back.

4) put down that Bon Jovi CD, you horrible little pink sac of pus!

5) i am in a great mood today, believe it or not. and i love you dearly, even though so many of you disappoint me. (i’m talking about society in general, not LJ peeps- very few of you on my LJ friends list actually disappoint me… and if you think that YOU are one of those, you are definitely mistaken.)