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Tuesday, March 23, 2004

Saturday night

Well I had a shitty night. Someone dinged my car at the bar, which ain't too bad. They then scraped another person's, which still isn't too bad. What IS too bad is that they left a note on the second person's car saying that I did it. Luckily for me, the doorman saw them do it and has 86'd them for life.

Then, after two beers, my pc emailed my cell to let me know that the animation I set to go for a few hours had crapped out. So I'm home again and resetting the scene, switching to the Brazil renderer instead of the default scanline.

Sorry for the artnerd speak.

Oh yeah, if you visit Seattle...

Beth's cafe' up on Aurora by Greenlake. It's not Roscoe's, but they have a 12 egg omelette with bottomless hashbrowns. Check out Pike's Place Market, just to see the fish being thrown, also get a bite to eat at Lowell's and enjoy the view.

If you have time, check out Gaswork's Park and the big structure a guy I knew jumped off while drunk. He broke his back and sued the city for not putting a fence around it. Moron.

For pure kitsch, get your picture with the troll under the Fremont bridge.

Kick a hippy in the nads for me.

Sunday, March 21, 2004


I went to the park today, had a little picnic with my friend Laurel. Fed the ducks, took off my shoes, wiggled my toes in the grass. You know, like people do.

I was sitting there and I heard a questioning "Jon? Jon from Myspace?".

"Urm? Uh, yeah." I said as I turned to see who it was.

This woman, whom I have never seen before, is staring at me. One hand on her hip with the other one half covering her face.

"Do I know you?" I ask.

She giggles, keeping her hand over her mouth as if she's embarassed about her smile.

"No, I just remember seeing you online. I saved your profile" she admits.

"Mmmkay," I'm getting nervous now "Why didn't you add me then?"

"Because I don't know you or any of your friends" she admits.

"Oh - well add me and you can get to know my friends I guess." I offer.

"Maybe I will" and with that she was off.

Laurel was still feeding the ducks, and if she heard this exchange she gracefully ignored it.

What the hell was that?

Monday, March 01, 2004

pasty goth dork

So I post regularly on a messageboard full of drunks and loose women. Make of that what you will, but that's not what I'm posting about here.
Anyway, a thread was started about what social groups pissed people off and one knucklehead wrote this:

"I hate Goths. I was pulled up at some traffic lights with some of my teammates, when a group of Goths walk past. One of them makes a snide comment about us being a bunch of 'preppy, conformist jock wankers.'
So what did I do? Drive to a friends house that lived nearby and grabbed a tin of crimson red paint. We managed to find them hanging on a corner not too far from where we saw them the first time. We drove past and dumped the paint on them, screaming 'GET SOME GOATS BLOOD MOTHERFUCKERS!'"

Something about this just pissed me off. Maybe it was the guy's username (Wolfcastle - with a pic from the Simpson's as his avatar) or the fact he thought he was being cool and would impress anybody from the messageboard with this stunning display of how "badass" he is. So I posted this:

"Preppy jocks. I hate them with a passion. Some friends and I were walking down the street when this car full of complete tools blasting "Who Let The Dogs Out?" came next to us and just stared. My friend Sara called them 'a bunch of preppy, conformist jock wankers', and they freaked out. I've never seen a Volkswagon Jetta move so fast.

Anyway, we're down the street waiting for the light to change and they CAME BACK. They screamed something at us while pouring paint all down the side of the car, but I'm not sure what it was.

What a bunch of losers"

What struck me as hilarious is that the guy posted a response where he didn't realise I was mocking him and his post specifically. He thought I was seriously pissed off at jocks and tried to make me feel bad for "being a pasty goth dork who couldn't hang with the football team".

I'm not a goth am I? I'll give him pasty, and fully embrace the dork side, but I'm not goth.

And I lettered in football and track.