Quite a few interesting things have happened this weekend. I figured the best way to go over them would be with some pictures and some text. Especially since I’m still enjoying my new camera.


First, Laura visited on Friday. It was awesome seeing her again, even if she decided to strangle my cat. Amazingly she also managed to discover the only completely palatable, no-compromise alcoholic beverage I have ever had. I say it’s amazing because I’ve even had hard cider before at greater and lesser levels of alcohol and they all tasted like shit.


This stuff is just awesome, though. It’ll go with Blue Moon in the ‘Why is this stuff exempt?’ category.


On Saturday I had a birthday party. Kenny wraps presents in awesome and amazing ways. Travis, Kenny and I went down to Six Flags where we rode every roller coaster in the park. A few we rode twice. After riding in the front seat Goliath is now my favorite roller coaster ever. Seriously awesome. And, since I have free tickets left, we can go back again in a few weeks! If anyone else wants to go, now would be a good time to let me know.

The only scary thing that happened was that guy who insisted on telling us he was from Alabama and he had no problems with black people…he thought ever white person should own one. Astoundingly he told me this while I was wearing my “Georgia for Obama” shirt. I decided it wasn’t surprising that anyone that stupid was also illiterate. Good job, racist fucker, on being the only low point of an otherwise awesome trip. It’s too bad you didn’t fall out of Superman: Ultimate Flight mid-ride or something.

Finally there’s the new dog. The UPS guy who delivers in Jasper was well aware of my family’s dog preferences and happened to have a daughter that had to get rid of a one-year old full-blooded and papered pug because his single-mother daughter just couldn’t handle both anymore. So, the UPS man dropped off a new dog in Jasper for free. Right now we’re calling him Buddy.


We have too many pugs.

Doubling the RAM was always the intention, but I finally caved and did it.

See our mother, put to death.
SEE OUR MOTHER DIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE.

Yes, thanks to three Ars threads, the new album coming out, and XM radio dedicating an entire station to it, for the past four or five days I have listened to absolutely nothing but Metallica. It’s like being in high school all over again!

St. Anger still sucks. And I miss Jason Newsted. I have to admit, though…as terrified as I am of the new album, the two singles I’ve heard so far sound better than anything off St. Anger.



And, the reigning champion from last year:

If you didn’t know, my poor PowerShot A60 that I got for an early birthday present to take to Italy in 2003 offed itself a few months ago, leaving me camera-less and destitute. My BlackBerry’s 2 megapixel camera kind of managed to fill in, briefly, and certainly is a better mobile option than my OLD cellphone camera, but I was markedly without true photographic equipment for the first time in five years.

Well, I got a new camera tonight. Whooo!



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Despite this joke being so ancient that it’s actually from another century, events and conversations of the day have caused me to desire reiteration of the fact that the song Battery should totally our national anthem; should I become president, it will be my first executive order. Just imagine that shit at the Olympics. Unf.

Yeah, it’s 9:00pm now, and I’m still completely burned out to the point where I’m past caring. All I’m thinking about is that the Warhammer beta starts tomorrow.

Good game, work. Good game.

I fully plan to chronicle the reasons we’ve been doing all of this shit (for Travis arrived home at the same time I did) for Jux. My job really doesn’t suck, but last night was the most I can take. It was my limit.

It is 9:21 AM.

I just got home from work.

An unplanned 24 hour shift.

Bed now.

Please, readers: send me sympathy.

Done and done. I’m glad I’m so progressive in this! I had no idea it’d gotten quite that bad already, though.

Less importantly: Would it lower your opinion of me to know I have a Rihanna song stuck in my head again?

Edit: Damn Ars moved the thread on me.

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