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J. Craig Venter's response to some mass-media jackhole when asked if his interest in surfing and sailing influenced his recent moves into the business of exploring alternative energy sources:

"I guess from surfing and sailing, you're much more acutely aware of environmental conditions all the time, and I guess that's a good a reason as any," he said. "I also like to breathe."

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"Ideas are more powerful than guns. We would not let our enemies have guns, why should we let them have ideas?" - Joseph Stalin

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So I'm working on this contract project for a car lot. Have another import to do for the inventory. You want some Cajun Man?! Huh, bitch?! You know you want it...

"Comma-delimitatiON! SQL Query AnalyzatiON! UPDATE statement optimizatiON! Import utility processizatiON!"

I can't sleep

It's been way over a month since my last post. Sue me.

It's ironic because my last post is about a cold I caught. I caught it again just this past Monday and I'm finally getting over it. Again. No matter. Things are going good. I start full-time again with SacWeb on Monday and I couldn't be happier about that. Finally get some steady, substantial money rolling in. Pay off my bills, start saving for a Europe trip the roommates are talking about. Paris, Amsterdam, maybe some Spain. Who knows if it will actually happen, but I'll have the money to go regardless. If we don't go, maybe I can spend it on a streetbike. I always wanted one of those.

Hopefully I can start keeping a somewhat current post in my journal. Now I'm going to bed.

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Well this sucks complete ass. I'm sick as a dog, and I'm supposed to be starting a new (well, sorta) job tomorrow. It's with a company I used to work for. I'm going back on a part time basis, starting tomorrow. If I'm not dead, that is.

Well I guess it's not that bad. I'm not in the hospital or anything. I'll force myself to get up and go to work tomorrow, but no telling if I'll be able to stay the whole day or not.

I absolutely hate being sick, and the sickness I hate worse than anything is having a sore throat. I know I'm supposed to be drinking lots of fluids blah blah blah, but I can't fucking swallow anything! I guess I should take it as a good sign that I still have an appetite for food, but the goodness of that sign is diminished by the fact that I can't eat anything. I'm sitting at my computer, bundled up in sweats and a hoody, with the hood up to keep my head warm, and there's people carousing and having a good time downstairs. It's Monday Night Football at our house, which usually lasts until long after the game actually ends. I should be down there drinking beer and talking trash with my buddies, but I'm up here feeling sorry for myself.

There. I've spread my bad cheer to all who read my journal. It's not making me feel any better. Maybe if I can spread the actual sickness to someone tomorrow, it may brighten my day. I'll let you all know what happens.

If I'm not dead, that is.
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