The weather here in Joplin has been taking some crazy turns. Some for the better, others are for the worse. In the month of June, it was raining cats and dogs all of the time; this month, while not dry, has seen far less moisture. The conditions at the moment are perfect for swimming. My readers know my stand on public swimming. To top it all off, the gym's pools are always accompanied by pregnant women or old people doing exercises. About the only activities to do around here in the summer are to either stay at home or go to a movie theater. Believe it or not, I'm actually hanging out with Dirty Grandpa. His apartment is very nice and the temperature isn't to god awful bad in the summertime. Over this past month, temperatures soared; the highest within this month was 94. July isn't even usually the hottest month -- August is! I know that there have been hotter temperatures recorded, but this is still pretty damned hot if you ask me. Either way, I want to spend a day fishing and hopefully get a wicked sunburn . I haven't been out much this summer, so I still have my monitor tan going on. Summer is far from over though, so I'm hopeful!

He's out of the hospital, he made it through the nursing home, and now he's back home! Hide the women if they're 25 or younger!. Think of the children! I am talking of course about the epic release of DIRTY GRANDPA. Well now that he's out of the nursing home, he is back into our care. My mom buys the groceries and sets up his meds. I put his food away and keep him company. On the flipside, I also run him around town since he can't drive on his own anymore. What does an 81 year old man who can barely walk want at Hindu-operated convenience store? LOTTERY TICKETS! There's nothing wrong with buying once in awhile, but on a consistent, daily basis, it becomes both a colossal waste of time and money. I did humor him by driving around town looking for the best deal on his tickets. DG's stupidity never ceases to amaze me. I really am scared...I don't want to end up stupid, fat, and ugly like him . Oh well I don't think this stuff is genetic, so I'm not going to worry too much.

I am really glad that I'm not going to school until August 2008. This shoud give me plenty of time to fix my problems. Oh and one more thing...STOP BUGGIING ME FOR NERBLOG'S SOURCE CODE! You know who you are, so just stop it. ~neRd

My dad has taken up his interest in Resident Evil 4 again. He beat the holy hell out of that game back in the day. Come to think of it, so did my mom! My mom hasn't played with the Gamecube in quite some time. Last I checked she was deep into Harvest Moon: Another Wonderful Life. I myself have been slacking on the gaming business; I haven't played Lufia and the Fortress of Doom in almost three weeks! I quit World of Warcraft again -- hopefully for good this time. I am picking up Continuum again, this time it's on my laptop; I reinstalled WXP on as the primary operating system. I just need a sound and video driver and I'm good to go! It really is hard to play games such as Continuum on a laptop. The keyboard spacing is just...different. I'm sure that Fable will play much differently -- probably for the better. I don't have to worry about World of Warcraft either since I've canceelled (for good this time). I am going back into console gaming pretty much.

That's about it for the day. I'll post whenever something interesting pops up.

The return of a fan favorite: Dirty Grandpa! To fully understand the story, be sure to familiarize yourself with Dirty Grandpa, Dirty Grandpa Redeux, and Dirty Grandpa, Pt. III. You can continue on with this post without reading them if you so desire, but to truly grok the humor of this post, it is highly recommended Yes, he really is my Grandpa. Even though I do care about him, he still sickens me immensely. Though he really is a non stop, endless source of entertainment . Now that you have read / not read the previous dirty grandpa stories, here we go!

Let me start this off by taking you to the nursing home / rehabilitation center he has been admitted in on and off for this past year. At first, he was very gloomy and was a spoil-sport that was always feeling sorry for himself. He felt this way until he realized who exactly was working there. Dirty Grandpa is the bane of every female nurse that works in a nursing home or a hospital. He actually had the gall to call his niece to tell her about the Asian nurses that were giving him baths. I can hear him now, "Them there girls are all over my gonads." Needless to say, she was thoroughly discussted and decided to call my mom about it; this is how I found out about this incident. Baths aside, he was looking up the skirts of the nurses and grabbing their asses. If I'm not mistaken, they had to start sending in fat male nurses to take care of him. This is when the bitching started to increase again. My mom and I took him out of the home and he is now fixated back into his own apartment. I give him one month, tops, before he has to go back into the hospital / rehab unit again.

Dirty Grandpa lives in a high class, spiff place. His rent is $1,750 per month; but all of his utilities are paid for and he's fed all around the clock. Well, he has to fix his own breakfast, but his other two meals are dished out on a silver platter. Now all he needs is for somebody to touch his balls just like in the nursing home. He was bitching about this swanky place to everyone; he used to loathe it. He claims that it costs too much. He gets $2,500 per month off of SSDI and V8 checks. He still has quite a shitload of money left that he can blow it on Viagra and hookers. Maybe even some pot to smoke, who knows? The staff at his appt. complex are very nice and supportive of his illness. Everyone should be so lucky to draw a place of their own like that when they are 81 years old and are on retired dollars. Why can't I have a normal grandpa that likes to go fishing and blab about mindless stories from years past. Man that would be sweet; not having a retarded hippo for a grandpa.

Obviously, Dirty Grandpa is not the sharpest tack in the bundle. As far as I know, he quit school in eighth grade. Combine that and coming from, literally, nowhere, Kansas, he's just plain fucking retarded. I can imagine that his grades were not the pinnacle of his class. In fact I do believe that me hanging around my grandfather actually dumbs me down. Though I don't know, nor do I wish to know, all of the horrific and nasty shit this auld man has done, I still love him for who he is: my fat, covered in liverspots, crotchety, retarded, very old, grandpa. Though I always did wonder why he dropped out of school so early. It could be that he was forced to quit to help his family. That's still not a valid excuse for stupidity! I kind of wonder if that's not why he's so headstrong. I fear for my intelligence that he is my grandfather. I pray to the gods that I do not turn out to be as stupid and stubborn as him. I have already surpassed him in the ranks of the educational system, but knowing my luck I'll get alzhimers and be in the same boat as him (even though he doesn't have alzhimers, he has deminsea).

What's an 81 year old man who didn't finish past eighth grade if he can't speak properly. He makes a mockery of the English language. He uses phrases such as "that there" or "is" rather than "are". He can't conjugate verbs even if someone held him at gunpoint. He is very difficult to understand at most times. It is like hearing an Asian person say "work". No offense to Asian folks or anything, just used you as an example. He also makes the strangest noise every time he moves. It sounds like, "raaaaaaaaaargh eyahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." It doesn't sound like anything special (my mom says he sounds like Fred Flinstone). He also refers to most everything in third person. He pops off phrases such as "that-there old boy shore does move fast!" Another signature Dirty Grandpa phrase is "GO, MAN GO!" The bottom line is that he can't even speak his native language. He also started trying to speak Japanese to me...he is even worse with other languages. His vocabulary most likely consists of no more than 1,000 words, 1,500 at best. He is a modern day Shakespeare; he be a poet and don't know it.

To wrap up this epic story in the Dirty Grandpa series, I will post some mindless dribble. Actually, that's the way I end the majority of my posts. I'm gonna watch some Venus Versus Virus and Lucky Star sometime tonight and tomorrow morning / afternoon. Feel free to comment and laugh out loud over Dirty Grandpa. Hey this post is over 1,000 words! Now how's that for a rant on your own grandfather. I doubt that I'll post tomorrow, but count on it on Thursday or Friday. In the meantime, enjoy this picture. ~neRd

I currently have ~2800 songs in my possession. I am on the lookout for more songs, too! You know which genres I prefer. If you have any songs you'd be willing to donate or trade for, I am always willing to exchange! A few of my favorite bands are Fall Out Boy, Killswitch Engage, Cake, Cannibal Corpse, and many others! I'm open to anything except country music. Country music is just...ulch -- I just can't stand it . I like emo, rock, techno, jpop, death metal, and even a little bit of rap. Yesterday, I purchased the newest Killswitch Engage CD; I told everybody that already, though. I have a shitload of musical Cd's. I only have about 40 percent of them ripped onto my PC / iPod. I would probably have close to 3,600 songs in my media library if they were all ripped. I want some import Cd's, but the suckers cost about anywhere from $50.00 to $80.00 or even higher! If anyone out there could help me find some Yoko Kanno that I don't have, I would love them forever . All of the torrent sites are fraying away from music; I might have to buy my imports after all .

The fall semester starts up in a little under a month. I am not going to attend until around August 2008. I'm delaying so long because by then I'll have a steady income and a place that I can call my own. I am on a list to be admitted into a low-rent, fancy apartment. It's completely furnished and as far as I know, all it needs is some internet! Let me get back on the topic here. The classes at the university provided no challenge and they were rather boring. I guess that's why they call them entry level classes. I can't wait until my Junior or Senior year when the classes actually challenge me a little. I can't wait to go back to school and begin working on my degree again. I know many of the professors out there by their first name and they know all about my mental condition; they support me in every way, shape, and form. Going back will be both a privilege and honour.

Two days ago, I went with my dad to Books a Million. He was looking for a Dune book, and I was just browsing around randomly. I stumbled across a book about Hinduism. I have been curious about Hinduism for quite some time. I snatched up this book and my dad was so kind as to pay for it. I will start reading it in bed tonight. Hopefully this book will answer all, or at least most of, my quesions about the Hindu religion. I don't believe in the Christian religion and it's sects. I consider myself agnostic, but I am looking for a religion to follow. In order to do this, I will have to read and research everything I can. I need to find a religion that's right for me -- a religion that I can put my faith in. Whatever I choose, I'm sure that my friends and family will support me. They were with me when I announced that I was bisexual (there are still some things about my bisexuality that only a few friends know about).

My mom has such a green thumb. She planted several tomato plants and green pepper plants. The cherry tomatoes she planted are coming out a quart per day. Several pounds of tomatoes and peppers are flowing in. They taste so good, too! Even the neighbors are enjoying the mini-harvest.

Nothing much more to write about. I'll talk to everyone in a day or two! ~Alex.

Today I faced one of my biggest fears: motorcycles. I don't know exactly why I was afraid of them; today I saw just how fun they really are! Just a few hours ago, I thought that they were two-wheeled death machines. I must admit, while my fear is diminished, being crowded in the backseat of one of those suckers and making turns going really fast kind of gets to me still. I also don't like it when it shifts; you'll be going x MPH then in half a second you feel as though you're going x+30 MPH. Once you get past the micro G force that blasts you, it gets fun going really fast with the wind at your side . Who knows, if I ride them in the backseat for awhile, I might want to learn how to steer them myself! Thankfully, my dad has been riding for awhile. Well, he rode a lot back in the day, but he is picking it all back up again. We went to Best Buy and I got a Killswitch Engage CD (As Daylight Dies), Now the only fear I have left to face is my fear of spiders. How to go about that one...perhaps buying myself a tarantula will do the trick. I am getting one soon, even if its a plain ol' brown color (though I really would like the cobalt blue). The bottom line is that I would really enjoy going on motorcycle rides more often .

So I've been having to take more of my PRN medications lately due to breakthrough hallucinations. They do their job well, but they also leave me with this god awful fatigue. The fatigue lasts for about 20 hours; all I've been doing is sleeping. I try to work out, but I just can't summon forth the energy that I need to push myself forward . I love it when my head is quiet, but I really would like to work out. I'm seriously contemplating stopping my PRN meds altogether and enduring the hallucinations. I'll still take my daily meds, but when things get rough, I'm going to see about going forward without medication. That way perhaps I can work out; it really pisses me the fuck off when I can't . I realize how important my daily meds are, so I'm always going to take them. People have lived with schizophrenia for thousands of years without medications. If my hallucinations want to dance, then I say let's dance. Be damned if a fucking hallucination gets the better of me. I wouldn't mind taking the medication at all if it didn't have so many negative side effects. I'm sleeping from 11:00pm to about 1:00pm -- way too much sleep!

Spam is becoming a growing concern with me. My Yahoo! inbox gets about 1500 messages per day. 80 percent of the spam winds up in my spam folder. The other 20% is still spam, but it snuck its way into my inbox. Gmail has the best spam filter I've seen, but the a mount of spam I receive is increasing daily. I last checked my inbox about two hours ago and already have 7 spam messages. Much better than Yahoo!, but I'd like to see less. All the spam is about giving me a good deal on a home loan or increasing the size of my penis. I also get some once in awhile that offer to increase my cup size. SPAM KNOWS NO GENDER LIMITS! I wish there were a better way to combat spam. Better measures are taken on a daily basis, but the shit just keeps flowing in like a river.

I ran some errands today that involved Dirty Grandpa. Apparently a nurse accidentally touched his pecker when she was bathing the fat fuck. That made his day so much that he called his niece and described the whole thing to her. Tsk tsk, DG, what crazy adventures await! Pic to day is Konata from LS, enjoy. Oh yeah, there are currently seven logos that randomly appear at the top of the blog . ~neRd

Happy 46th birthday, Mom! Hope you have a good one!

Guess what tomorrow is? It is my mom's 46th birthday! Just on the off chance that she might read my blog (you never know), I'm not going to say what gift I got her. I'll do all that jazz tomorrow . My mom is two years younger than my dad; my dad was born on January 28, 1959. It is a standing joke around this house that my mom turns 21 on her birthday every year. I guess that women don't like to grow old . To tell the truth, she looks like she's in her early 30's; she doesn't look 46 at all. I will say one thing about the gift I got her. It is not a book! She goes through books like a thirteen year old goes through a Hustler. I didn't get her any perfume either. I do hope that she likes what she's going to get! She wants to eat at a steak house tomorrow to celebrate (kind of like I tried sushi on my birthday). I'm sure that she will enjoy her birthday tomorrow . Again, I will give out all of the details tomorrow evening after we eat dinner. Happy birthday, mom!

I am on the lookout for anime OSTs and Jpop. If anybody knows where I can get my mangy paws on some, please let me know. All the torrent sites I try don't deliver. That and if I were to buy the albums, it would run be $40-$60 per CD! The three artists I'm after are UNDER17, Do as Infinity, and Yoko Kanno. Again, if you want to help me out, then feel free to drop me a line. You can contact me via MSN, AIM, Google Talk, and IRC. All of that information is on the bottom right hand side of the page. Oh I suppose you can e-mail me too . I have already been turned on to Jpop Suki, but they fail to deliver the goods. Their trackers don't let me connect . Boxtorrents is an okay website, but they don't have much to choose from; slim pickins. That's all for today. I'll post after my mom's birthday tomorrow or Sunday! ~Alex

Over the next few weeks I am going to add a few new features to Nerblog. One such feature is archives. Another, yet very small, feature is adding the date and time to comments. I'm going to delete the theme switcher and add more quotes. I already spiffied up the personal section; the contact information box is next on my to-spiff-up list. I am thinking of coding a shoutbox; I'll have to make it so only registered users can post in it. The reason I want to do this is because I want another method in which the community can use to talk. I'm also going to write a few C/C++ programs that do simple and fun tasks. I'm on Knutbot's dev team now -- I'm awaiting orders from the higher up to get a job started! If people want, I can set up a phpBB forum for even more communication (other than a shoutbox). I'll only do it with popular demand though; I don't want to waste space in my database for a forum that doesn't get used . Last, but certainly not least, I am going to keep cranking out logos for the blog. All of which will be randomly displayed. There are currently four logos out.

The temperature here in Joplin is scorching. Currently it's 88 degrees Fahrenheit (31 degrees Celsius). The heat index is nothing to sneeze out either. The humidity is 46%. It's been worse, but it's still all sticky outside with the heat and humidity comdonation. How do I beat the heat? The same way any nerd would: stay inside between 12p and 6p. I don't mind getting hot, but the medicine I'm on makes me very prone to heat stroke. I don't want to take any big chances! I don't know how old people work in this heat. By old I don't mean my dad; I mean 60 years of age or higher. The conditions outside are tolerable, but in a metal factory it's nigh unbearable. I can't do any exercise outside either or I will fry up like an egg in a skillet. I have to wait until the evenings (6p~ish) to work out. I could do it in the early morning hours, but that would require me to get up early . I hope a cool front moves in soon -- I hate sitting here all sticky from the humidity while sweating in the heat. We have an AC in the house, but my room (the room I'm currently in) is always on the warm side.

Here's some good news for everyone! Zell, a resident member of #snoopy got his laptop back today! He claims to have broken three of four USB ports. It's now in working condition though . He is ecstatic that it was fixed in under 48 hours. That's all for today, take care and have a good time! ~neRd.

My OS decided to have a small hiccup. This utterly fucked everything up one side and down the other. Thankfully I keep backups of the server. I lost 3 days worth of data; I am currently in the process of getting it all back. I even lost the awesome new logo I made for Nerblog. So I had to make another logo in it's place. While not as awesome as my first one, it still is much better than the old one. I'm thinking of making three to five different logos and have PHP randomly cycle them through each time the page loads. That way you'll get a different logo each time you look at the page! Well, most times since I'll only have five at most. Back on topic, the server is better and stronger after coming back from this pitfall. I also gained a tad bit of knowledge so if this happens again, it won't be so chaotic. I knew that making backups would come in handy eventually! Just to finalize; Nerblog was not hacked, the HDD crashed and all of the data became unreadable. As far as I can tell, it was random, but I'm on the lookout for a probable cause.

I plan on taking a trip to Kansas City for a little while. Hopefully it can happen next week. When I go, I'm taking the digital camera with me and I'm going to take some awesome snapshots of the city and relatives. I've gotta do something to expand my photography collection. Since things around Joplin tend to be boring, I'm thinking a nice visit to the big city will do me and my photography some good .

I met with my case worker again today. I am now on the waiting list for some appartments. Hopefully by September at the latest, I'll have my own place! Sorry for the server setback, I'll post later. ~neRd

It was the worst hangover I'd ever had.

Getting up was an agony, my head throbbed and the world spun about as a curious, gluey resistance clung to my chest and arms like a viscous fluid. My head throbbed when I finally got to my feet, freed at last from what felt like a coffin filled with gelatin. Cautiously, I looked around, favoring my pounding head and trying to figure out what in the hell had happened. What in the hell, indeed?

I was in the hallway just inside my front door; apparently I had passed out on the floor. The funny thing is, I didn't remember drinking anything.

In fact, the last things I did remember was enjoying an evening out with my wife, celebrating our fifth anniversary while the babysitter watched the kids at home. The evening went great and we enjoyed ourselves perfectly well without drinking anything at all. After dinner, we went to see a movie and then we came home...and then I woke up on the floor.

I stumbled along the darkened hallway, feeling disoriented as I drug a hand along the wall for support, silently congratulating myself for not raising a ruckus and smashing nick-nacks or knocking pictures off the wall. My head felt terrible. Making it to the end of the hall I turned towards the kids' room, freezing in terror as I took in the sight before my eyes.

Blood was everywhere, splashed across the floor and on the walls. The place looked like a slaughterhouse. Right in the middle of all of it was the nude body of our babysitter, nearly cut to pieces with a knife still stuck in her abdomen. In a panic, I turned and tried to run towards our bedroom but only succeeded in more stumbling, cursing as my head felt like a pumpkin about to burst.

I turned the corner and went through the doorway to my bedroom, not even noticing at the time that the door never even opened, because of what I saw inside. My two girls were huddled in the corner, covered with superficial cuts and screaming their heads off. Standing over them was a man, a ski mask over his head, laughing as he prodded them with a steak knife. Over in the corner was my wife, sobbing hysterically as another masked piece of shit held a gun to her head, encouraging her to take the rest of her clothes off; she was already down to her underwear. All this I saw in less than a moment of time, and then I went in to action. It was probably my only chance, my last chance.

Seven years before I had won a regional karate championship, never expecting to have to use the skill in real life, but the movements were all ingrained and now they all came unleashed. The punk with the gun had his neck broken instantly, thanks to a flying wheel-kick. I didn't make a sound, but the crack of his spine blowing to pieces made his buddy turn around in a hurry. The heel of my hand rammed his nose and nasal bones shattered. I don't know if I had killed him, but he flopped like a landed fish for about ten seconds then lay on the floor in an unnatural position, deadly still.

I wasn't even breathing hard. My head still hurt like hell. Then my wife and children were all over me, hugging and crying, my two little girls shrieking at the top of their lungs. All I knew was that I had to get my family out of this death house. Going out the bedroom door my wife clung to me, thanking me and going on with some nonsense about how she had thought the two killed me as soon as we came home from the movie. I didn't know what she was talking about, but who can make sense when they're being hysterical?

Down the hall we went towards the front door when they came to an abrupt halt, my girls screaming even louder and my wife giving a sharp intake of breath that ended in a sob. They were all staring at the floor in front of us. So, I followed their gaze and looked for myself. I finally found out why my head hurt so bad.

There was a body on the floor with half of its head blown off. My body. My head still hurt, but not so bad now, and that was fading rapidly. Apparently that wasn't the only thing fading, because my wife looked at me with wide eyes, as if I was harder to see, and my daughters took off running. They all looked as if they'd seen a ghost. I guess they did. My wife reached out, he hand passing through my arm, tears streaming down her face. I knew I didn't have much time, knew I'd probably overstayed my time here by a goodly margin, but Something knew I had unfinished business and gave me the greatest gift a man could ever have. A chance to fix things before...what? I would find out soon enough, because the room did a big fade, but not before I told my wife that I loved her, and I think she heard me.

All of a sudden, my head didn't hurt anymore.

The writing contest is over and I have reviewed all of the submissions. I had to omit one because it was too long (1200+ ish). I have spent the last few days reading and rereading the remaining four stories. Just around an hour ago, I narrowed it down to two stories. Time by Paul K., and Last Chance by Rumpryder. I literally had to take this one down to a grammar and staying on focus contest. Sadly, there could only be one winner. That winner is...Last Chance by Rumpryder. Paul K. came close, but Rumpryder's story had a more definitive ending. Judging contests like this is both fun and challenging / difficult at the same time. Time was a very well-written story, so congratulations to Paul K. for writing well and making it to the final judgment. Keep after it, Paul, you'll be a great writer someday! As for Rumpryder, you are an exceptional author and should continue to refine your talents and you might be able to get some money with your writing skills. I will post Last Chance sometime tomorrow morning / afternoon. It is a sleek 899 words, making it the perfect length! Congratulations to all that entered the contest; be sure to check back in about four months when I have another writing contest.

JesseTyler of #snoopy said something to me about VMware. He explained what it was, and I have got to have it. It basically sounds like WINE on steroids. The only reason I really want it is to be able to run iTunes on my Linux box. VM is a virtual machine. It's like running an OS within another OS. The problem is that it costs precious money. Money is something that I lack at the moment, though. If anybody can score this for free, or find some source code, I would be mucho grateful! I think that it's like Cygwin, but I'm not entirely too sure. If I can get this, then I'm hoping I can run applications off of my Windows partition. And if I could do that, I can't imagine how great that would be! No more taking Nerblog down to organize my music or play some Guild Wars or Fable or even my arcade games that refuse to run with WINE. In fact, all of those programs refuse to run with WINE. I guess I could try CVS Cedega, but a VM sounds a lot nicer . Like I said, if anybody can find an emulator that will let me run iTunes on Linux, I'd much appreciate it. I would use something else, but I kind of need iTunes with my iPod .

I talked with my case manager yesterday. She is going to look to get me in an apartment designed for people who aren't in the best of mental health. It's awesome because it only takes 1/3 of my monthly income for rent. That leaves me with plenty of money for food and internet! I hope I get accepted! I'm going to watch episode seven of Lucky Star tonight; no excuses not to! I might even watch eight and nine if I have the time and desire tonight. I leave my readers with a picture of a smoking hawt girl with plenty of leg to go around. Take care and enjoy Rumpryder's story tomorrow! ~neRd

I have taken the initial steps into judging the writing contest entries. I have done a word count on all of the entries; most of the entries were between 700 and 900 words. There was one that maxed out at around 1200 words, so that narrows it down to four entries in the contest rather than five. There were surprisingly very few typos. I skimmed through all of the stories (I haven't actually read any yet) and they all seem to be on the ball grammar wise. They all have good titles and the introductions seem to be gripping enough. I'll have more information for everybody on Friday when I have made my final decision. All of the entries are short stories, therefore they will all be filed as "miscellaneous" in the categories. Nobody sent me images to post with them, so it's gonna be all text . Regardless of who wins, the entry will be posted this coming Saturday (July 14, 2007). I would like to say "good luck!" to those who have submitted and passed the initial checks. It's down to four stories, but only one will make it. Who will it be? Tune in Friday to find out!

Yesterday I went into Windows and ran up itunes. I removed about 80 songs that were malformed or they were duplicates. I just acquired a mess of Japanese music, so I'm going to boot into Windows again tonight and use iTunes to make sure they are added crisply into my iPod. Speaking of iPods, I need to start saving for a 40GB one. I just recently realized how little 20GB really is . Before I upgrade my iPod though, I'd like to find a plug-in that will let me play my iPod in my truck through the speakers. If I recall correctly, they aren't all that expensive. I don't like to listen to the radio much anymore, so that will be an option worth looking into. In the meantime, I'd like to fill up the rest of my iPod with Jpop and death metal. I know it's an odd combonation, but I like both Jpop and death metal. I'll sort out my priorities as they come...

I have written about the awesome, blue tarantula that I want to purchase. Unfortunately, I may have to settle for a good old fashioned brown tarantula. I simply can't find any Haplopelma lividum in stock anywhere. My mom doesn't want a tarantula in her house, so I'll have to get it when I move out. That is if the landlord doesn't mind a tarantula hanging around the place. Even if I don't get my paws on Haplopelma lividum, I'm going to want something badass to keep me company, even if that means I get a honking brown spider that gobbles crickets and roaches. I don't know why I have this irresistible urge to own a tarantula when garden spiders used to make me quiver up in to a fetal position and suck my thumb. I'll always be on the lookout for some Haplopelma lividum, so if you know any person with any in stock for a reasonable price, feel free to drop me a line or post a comment here!

I owe a great thank you to Accius (owner of Maavrik and Maavfork). He let me have access to his music collection. I have acquired nearly 2,000 tracks from him and my own CDs. All of this in under 36 hours! I went from 10 percent usage on my iPod to 51 percent! I have an old 20GB iPod that I fight with on a daily basis. The plus side to me getting all of this music is that I'll have backups of the tracks. That way if my iPod ever acts up again, I can always reload the tracks! I am the proud owner of 2,280 songs. I am in debt to Accius; he claims that I don't have to repay him, but I'm sure there will come a time where I can help him out a little bit . Now all I need is to acquire more Jpop and Jrock and I'll be set! I might have to buy a 40GB iPood to hold all my music!

The writing contest ended a couple of days ago. There were a total of five entries; I will judge a few tonight, and the rest on Tuesday. Hopefully by Saturday I will have posted the winner's article. Here's a picture of the blue beauty that I want to get as a pet!

Recently I put some import music on my iPod. A CD I purchased of the group Sub Dub Micromachine wriggled its way onto there. I have had the CD for one to two years, but I never bothered to put it on my year old iPod. What makes this CD special to me is that, unlike other CDs I have in my collection, I actually enjoy every piece of music on this album. As far as I know, they only have one album out: Rabautz!. I have a few favorites on the CD, but my most absolute favorite is called Last Resort. I have the .mp3 available to any person interested (just contact me on AIM, Y!M, MSN, Google Talk, or IRC). Before you go asking for it, here are the lyrics to the song; judge them and see if you would be interested in listening to the song.

Some people call me a sinner / Some people say I should be ashamed I ask you why they don't give us no rest / It's enough- enough to drive me to despair You looked like a fairy/ Smelt like a flower Sweetest temptation I ever saw The shine in your eyes and your laughing made my heart sing I fell in love / Suddenly I forgot the law This love was so strong / Seemed so hopeful Damned sweet memories torment my brain Now I'm here / And the rain falls on a grave But I'm sure it can't rinse my pain away Chorus: Wish you could be by my side / My dreams promise only lies Illusions - I can't hold them tight And I cry Should I reproach myself with weakness / Is it crime to succumb to sin To a sin, when it looks like an angelic girl I couldn't defend myself against your sweet fifteen Chorus Wish you could be by my side / Implore the lord but in vain I'll never can stop my cry Now they had a reason for their gossip / For scorn and the hate from their stonecold hearts You was too young to resist all these hurts / You was fifteen so the death was your last resort So I'm here and deplore the disaster / Painful I feel nothing makes sense No sorrow, no tears and no rage will make undo your death And I see to life without you I have to learn Choruses

Tomorrow evening, I am going with my parents to some friend's house and watch a fireworks show. It's an annual thing, really. There are usually quite a few people that attend this event. Consequently, I am nervous as fuck. Usually I don't fare well with large crowds of people I don't know. The list seems to grow every year, too! This is something that I must do though, because I want to visit my aunt and uncle in Liberty, MO in a week or two. The two corralate because the people that live in Liberty are part of an "extended" family. There are massive quantities of people that trek through that house on a near-daily basis. Going up there makes me want to buy a ticket because I'd feel bad not paying for one to watch the show. Either way, going out tomorrow evening should prove to be a very fun event.

Don't forget that the writing contest ends tomorrow at 12:00am CDT! I have about four people participating so far; I hope more people get out and write something for me to read! I'll post Sunday with a synopsis of the contestants. In the mean time, here's Sadie Jones' legs!

So my iPod crashed for about the seventh time yesterday. I've been spending the day ripping CDs to my computer so I can insert them on to my iPod. So far I have about 850 songs. I am waiting very patiently for this Fall Out Boy CD to finish copying to my desktop. Of course not all of it is from CD. There are a few downloaded tracks, but who hasn't downloaded music in their time? I know for a fact that Accius (Angry Mexican) has downloaded around 6000 songs. I own quite a bit of Japanese music as well. Most of my music is legal, though, so those reading that work for the RIAA can shove off D:<. I am thinking of starting up a radio station; that sounds kind of fun...neRd Radio! Yes, it has a very nice ring to it. I'm going to wait until I hit at least 2,000 songs first though. The reason for waiting until the 2,000 song mark is that nobody likes to hear duplicates! I need some more Nickelback, Killswitch Engage, Crossfade, Linkin' Park, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and the list goes on. Those are on the to buy list; I'll download some JPop as well to fill out the list.

About 6 months ago, Fable: The Lost Chapters was unsupported with WINE. Well since there have been major changes to the Linux kernel and OSes over the past 6 months, I decided to check again. Much to my surprise, it is supported now! So I am seriously contemplating installing this on this computer (my desktop) and seeing how it runs under Linux (WINE). I've pretty much canned WoW; I simply can't afford it. There are better games out there, too. Not just on the computer, but consoles are coming up strong again. I don't own a Wii, XB360, or a PS3...yet. I do however, own an SNES, N64, 2 GBAs, a Gamecube, and 2 PC systems. All of this is plenty to occupy and waste my time. If I get extremely bored, I might hit up an arcade or something. Arcade games these days blow. The number one hit at an arcade here in Joplin is called TILT. Their number one game is DDR. As fun as it is to watch people make fools of themselves at that game, it really does get quite boring after awhile. Well if I ever get bored with the video games I own, I can always try my hand at women again .

I installed Kubuntu Feisty Fawn on my laptop today. The install process took forever, but now my laptop is running as smooth as ever. Both of my PCs are running up to date software and hardware. Next Sunday I'm going to give my aunt who lives in Kansas City a call and see if I can stay a week there. I've gotta see how I can handle crowds first, though. That's why this Saturday I'm going to go to a get together and talk to people. Remember that the writing contest ends July 7, 2007 at 12:00am CDT (-0500 GMT). Now, for your amusement, a bunny humping a kitty! Take care ~nerd.