i have done a whole big ol' bunch of nothing today. it's technically saturday as i write this, but my friday was filled with nothing but comic books and video games. i'm in the process of plugging my mammoth comic collection into a database program i've been using. i got a little sidetracked a couple of months ago, and i've been playing catch-up ever since. ahhh…the life of a geek.

guitar line of the week: nirvana – oh the guilt. jesus christ that song rocks. it's from the split with jesus lizard, and it's one of the best songs they've ever done.

looks like brad is getting quite a following. nanette and paul have both added static links to his site in the past week or so.

speaking of paul…he was over for the majority of the evening. we went out to eat at that bastion of trashy seafood restaurants: moby dick. i, since i don't eat fish, opted to eat some chicken. they should have called them "chicken not-so-tenders." they were nasty as hell, so it probably wasn't the best decision i've ever made. we decided that all seafood eateries should have their employees dress like pirates and only speak in simulated pirate voices. heavy use of "arrrr" and "matey." we also decided that there should be a shark tank where unwitting shlubs can be forced to "walk the plank." if only we ran the world…

i signed bipolar up for the indieblogs webring thing that nanette is putting together. we probably won't actually add the code into the page until we do our big much-delayed redesign. so basically…don't hold your breath.

tomorrow is a big day. i plan on doing some more nothing.

i'm back at work now. i actually wrote a post last night (which you can find by scrolling down) that, for one reason or another, blogger decided it didn't want to post. so it's there.

work has been pretty stress-free today. the only thing that is bugging me is that i'm the only person here today on my "team". all the other "teams" are humming with life, busy little bees, and i'm sitting here in this huge chunk of office space, all by myself. this is actually known as "a good thing", but i feel a little paranoid, just the same. other than that…water off a duck's back.

i'm looking forward to seeing the killing a camera video. i'll have to wait until i get paid again to order one, but what the hey? it sounds like a humdinger of a good time. now if bob wanted to just send me one as a friendly gesture…

the roommate shuffle has finally died down. bob has been moved out and brax has moved in. i say bob has "been moved out" for a reason. everyone got all of his shit together and checked it down into the basement. apparently he didn't take the december 31st deadline seriously, so some hands-on action was needed. i didn't participate in this, considering i had a house guest, but i know that a lot of work was put into gathering all of bob's mass of weed-scented belongings and dragging it all downstairs. as of last night, no one has seen or heard from bob. hrm.

back to work, slacker!

i'm sitting at my desk at my job in louisville in the state of kentucky in the united states. i do not feel like being here. as a matter of fact, i'm only here so that i can get holiday pay for tomorrow. i plan on ducking out of here as soon as no one is looking. i'm being quiet, unassuming. laying low. as soon as they let their guard down…i'm out of here.

what i got for christmas (off the top of my head):
the complete hitchcock (book)
hellboy fridge magnet
fight club reproduction shooting script
far side off the wall calendar
ice cream scooper (with trigger action)
DVD: the game, mallrats, chasing amy, being john malkovich

i'm probably forgetting something, but then again, i'm at work, so it should be forgiven. i gave out most of the presents fairly early, a good thing considering how broke i am due to my car breaking down. i got matt some kerouac books and paul the magnolia dvd. the gifts i gave were pretty damned lackluster, but i plan to do much better next year.

ahhh…next year. the only new year's resolution i plan on making this year is to not make a serious new year's resolution. i've made too many resolutions and failed miserably, so this time i'm going to accomplish something. just you watch.

another glorious waste of time: mobile's disco. i'm on as slint. i'm usually carrying around a vodka because that's all i can get the finnish bartender to give me. you can find me kickin' the dope rhymes in the disco room.

i'm just wasting time: an essay on mental hygiene films. [sorta via phonezilla]

another day where it feels like i'm waking up in the water box. this is my description of my most recent affliction where i seem to only gain self awareness as scalding hot water washes over me in the shower. i really have no recollection of anything that may have happened prior to that. i don't even know how i got there. this is a recurring problem.

then i get to work and i swear it must be idiot day. i have a much worse name for today, but i'm keeping it to myself. i don't want to come off as extremely cruel. not any more than usual, anyway…i've taken quite a few calls today and they've all been morons. i'm not gonna get into particulars, but for your information: please make sure you don't have your caps lock key on before you call tech support. please.

site that it's too easy for me to waste time at: swingin' chicks of the 60's. too many pretty girls from an era gone by…

i brought my lunch to work today. a can of chunky soup. i even brought my own bowl. this is important because i'm getting to eat and i don't have to utilize my severely dwindling cash supply. this is what a wise man would call one of life's little victories.

i started the day trying to be a good employee, but now my bad habits have gotten the best of me. i'm slacking off, eyeing the clock, waiting for lunch. i figure…i won't be here for a week, so by the time i get back, i'll be a good employee, and it'll be too far in the past for anyone to bitch. this is what we call "working the system", kids. remember it well.

it's the day after christmas. i'm one of the few lucky people that didn't have to return to work today. not me, no sir. i'm sitting at home, wasting as much time as humanly possible. it's my calling, i guess. i'm back to work tomorrow for one entire day.

brad keeps plugging away on his new weblog. i saw him yesterday at the family christmas. steve, chris, and i taught him how to play euchre. chris and i won, as we usually do. the turkey was dry as hell. someone (my aunt who cannot cook to save her life) decided it was a grand idea to baste the turkey with wine. no thanks, i say. the alcoholic consumption was curbed when i was presented with the drink choices for the day: some vodka drink that was semi-solid and milwaukee's best from a can. i'm not fond of drinking things that scare me, so let's just say i stuck with the coke classic.

i didn't receive any presents on the actual holiday. we did all of our gift exchanging around here a couple of days ago. i probably need to scoot over to my dad's house sometime today and see how they're doing. all in all, it was a pretty calm christmas. i cut out early and came home to hang out with paul.

it's christmas eve and i'm sitting at work. this isn't really a big deal, i guess. i'd rather work today than tomorrow, and i had no plans going, anyway. so all in all…not a bad thing, i guess. minus the whole "being at work" thing, anyway.

i hope made it down to virginia alright. i haven't gotten an email or seen an update, so i guess i should just hope for the best. i'm sure he's alright, though.

the guy next to me is listening to really bad dance music, really loud. it's starting to drive me totally insane. i don't see how he can answer tech support calls and listen to that garbage. actually…i just don't know how he can listen to the crap to begin with, but maybe that's just me. i am going to avoid making the connection between his sexual orientation and his taste in music. for now, anyway…

i talked to brad for a little bit last night. he seems interested in taking life during wartime seriously, so we'll see how that pans out. if all else fails, i can just give him shit at the annual christmas drunken hullabalo tomorrow. i'm not driving to the get-together, so i'll probably get hammered early on and stay that way. nothing beats getting trashed with your grandmother. honestly.

so…yeah. i can't fight the lure of the ol' weblog, so most likely i'll end up updating tomorrow, as well. keep your eyes peeled.

everyone has gone their seperate ways today, it seems. matt packed his essentials and headed of to virginia to visit his family. hopefully he made it there alright. paul is out with brax, seeing a movie and getting dinner. i'm pretty damn broke at the moment, mostly due to the car, so i opted to stay home and play video games.

i'm hoping to get up to chicago in a couple of weeks to see the casket lottery and small brown bike play. realy it's just a cheap excuse to head up to chicago to see friends i don't see often enough. hey…i do what i can.

so have a merry christmas or whatever it is that you do…i'm going back to my video games.

i went down to the repair place to reclaim the car today. that set me back a grand total of $310.35. it ended up being the timing belt that broke, making my car rather non-functional. it seems to be running better than it did before the accident, so i guess that's a plus.

we're having everyone over tonight for a little christmas business (paul's already here, posting for the evening). i finally get to meet the mysterious nathan tonight, so that should be interesting. we'll exchange gifts and a good time should be had by all.

my cousin brad seems to have launched a new site, entitled life during wartime. i personally think it reads much better than his old one, so hopefully he decides to continue it.

the new developing the monkey is finally up. it's nice to have another hefty dose of kevin smith, and it's also nice to see that psycomic got their server problems straightened out.

have a good weekend. i intend on staying busy.

now that the car is towed and safely tucked away at the repair shop…i can now rest easier. a little bit easier, anyway. as easy as one can rest when he's sick, broke, and without a car. oh yeah…and with no comics. but enough of my sob story, huh?

since i pointed nanette to the tempermant quiz thing, i thought i'd post my results. i turned out to be an eNFj. an idealist teacher. we make up only around 2% of the population. i can't argue with the idealist part. i've known that all along. i'm definitely a dreamer, a hopeless romantic. but it scares me to recognize the aspects of my personality that lend to teaching others. when it's all there in black and white, it's easier to identify them. it's not like i'm yoda, but this is definitely interesting. this, coupled with my recent score of a 147 on an iq test really has me interested in myself. where is all of this untapped potential when i need it?