Evan... Gel... Ion?

Sucked. Last few episodes were a train wreck. Come the fuck on, and stop fucking whining. Seriously. Fucking annoying shit, though I guess idiots who don't like closure of any series would like it.

Fuck you.

Here I am again

Screwing around with css styles and crap. Oh, and customers expect me to fix their shit. Fuck that. That's THEIR problem. We only host, we do NOT serve a css fucking platter of awesome. Met a true knifesmith the other day. She is amazing. What skill, what dedication... I'm infatuated with that skill. Not her, but that skill. It truly a work of art. I've been cooking up steaks that have been aged well, but have been frozen once -- but I age them to perfection. They are MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM so fucking good. What else has been happening... Ah, I find that I don't prefer Perrier if I haven't drank any alcohol for a few days. That's a shock.

IT WAS AMAZING!

Something you didn't get a chance to behold.

Steak

Damn. This steak is still somewhat frozen; it will still be awesome when it thaws as it has only been frozen once. ... Only have a skillet to cook it with though. I wish I had a charcoal grill or something. Oh well, at least I have a decent steak sauce for it. Breakfast. It will be delicious. Also, continuing in my anger and frustrations: Fuck you. Fuck off.

Why these fools think I'm plundering?

I ain't, I'm just getting it from an elsewhere source. ... Can't say exactly where from though, lol.

Ehhh...

I got nothin'.

Yeah, drunk, so what?

I'm working for two separate companies via a flex hours contract. Just gotta make the quota. Can't make enough for what I need... Something... Damnit, is there something good on?

Flash Games. Why?

Why the fuck make games in Adobe Flash? It's a terrible pseudo web standard. WebGL has arrived, and I expect there to be wonderful games in the wake of that simple fact. Also I seem to annoy vegans way too much. Maybe it's because I'll eat anything that lives.

Shit talk.

Here's something that I've thought about before. Why is it that every time I take a nice hour or two hour walk that when I get home I have to take a shit? Is all the shit jumbled up directly into my rectum? It's annoying. Take a walk, take a shit. What the hell.

Trying to get drunk.

I have some beer left over from last night. Some that I made myself, and some Bud Lights. I wish I had a heavier lager. I live with my father. I have set up a home network through the walls, but the switch which has about twenty ports is lit up with my father's laptop, so he's still up; he should be asleep by now but he is not. I have another switch that has my cluster on it, a 50 port switch with 43 taken up. It's connected to -- somewhat asleep computers to save electricity. They only come to life when I'm compiling something. I'm a level three tech at one datacenter, and one webhosting service. I name neither to avoid conflict of interest. I'm a on a contract at both services. The datacenter has it's own services which I troubleshoot and fix, and sometimes make improvements. The webhosting, almost the same. And you could say I have a third job as I have a friend who is also a tech -- we trade places when we can't be on a computer -- he's from a third company I dare not name. The datacenter job is a weekly quota job -- put in a certain amount of hours regardless of the time. The webhosting service the same. But HIS job is on a shift-based contract. I dare not say the hours. They're tough, but when I call on his help, he does both of my jobs simultaneously as I do. It's nice to have a friend in this type of business. Guess I am a little buzzed. I've talked too much -- AND I'm posting this. Don't ask for tech support on here. I'll never give it to you. Also, Garrett Hunter. His laugh is delicious!