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Above is the number for the Manns Chinese Theatre in California where over 316 registered Fans have been waiting in line to purchase tickets for Star Wars III.


I have called 3 times and gotten through twice.
In fact my last call was about 8 minutes ago.

May the Force be with you.

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My annual finally happened.
I am getting a 4/% raise!!! woot woot

on a more serious note.
I read the comic book adaptation of Revenge of the Sith.
Lucas is going to get a small package from me in the mail(joke) and it's going to go boom just like the movie.

Mace goes out like a chump and the logic that Emperor Palpatine uses to bring over Anakin is retarded!!!

I could only hope that it was leaked this early to mislead us but that my amigos would mean the christian redeemer is on his way back!!

there is no lucas there is only Zul.

Today I told a gentlemen on the phone that the reason he was unable to send email out of his OE was because his ISP was cock blocking the default port 25 that we utilize to send out email and that it was jealous.

Swear to the baby Jeebus.

here is a picture of Tits


Godspeed!

My name is Brooo-Ha-Ha-Ha with a capital B

Behold my mexican mole.

Imagine this picture in a speedo!

Welcome to Techsupport , This is God
How may I help you?

What? Where!

The Helmet Sadly is for my protection....

Shiznit they got me!!

So close I can smell them.

Quiet as a mouse

What do you mean the computer is not plugged in!!

I hate needles.
well more specifically I hate needles trying to take my precious life blood.
So I got pierced again and I am now for the 5th time, the proud owner of a eyebrow piercing and a second hole in my ear.
exciting,I know.

However because of the new piercing, I noticed something out of place.
I noticed that my left eye is puffy undearneath the eye lid.
I've noticed this for a while but like all great and wise men
I figured it would just go away.
Well!! It hasn't.

Leaving me to schedule an Apoointment with a DR. who I don't know and Insurance I haven't used yet.
I assume that I will Simply call the number on my insurance card and say "Hello, Jerkface! I need to make an appointment" then said Jerkface will ask me a series of questions which will culminate in me showing up a week from my phone call trapped in a small room with sickly people where I will wait for an hour before being moved into another room and then have to wait another hour before I get shufflef to a room where I will sit and stare at the nifty little diagram they have of the human body or perhaps a display of VD's and then the DR will come in look at me for 3 seconds and then refer me to a "specialist"

I can't wait.

Frozen Delight

Frozen Light!!
Holy smokes, Imagine the possibilities.
Cans of Frozen Light!

What will it be today sir?
Oh you know the usual
a frozen light, non ulatrviolet please.
coming right up

So Tits never showed up for bowling.
as you can tell I am an emotional wrecking ball:P

Last night the bowling gods decided to punish me for not drinking while bowling.
My middle back is on fire, I can't look in any direction without wanting to die and I would welcome the rack as a viable theraputic device.

Luckily A fellow Tech just gave me enough 800mg of IB profen.
Saddle up.

I went to school with kids from the ghetto and In this school you were one of two clicks, the preps and the g's: g's being short for gangsta.
Well that was great when I was secluded in 6th grade from the rest of the school.
My Middle School was so bad, that they secluded the 6th grades so that we wouldn't get thrown into trash cans, by the time I made it to 7th they had completely reworked the lunch schedule so no 8th graders were able to initiate the upcoming 8 graders at the end of the year.

Then upon being released into the normal school population for 7th grade. I found heavy metal and grunge.
Quickly taking to this new style of music, I joined the legion of fans for such bands: Nirvana, Metallica, G n R, Sound Garden,Pearl Jam,Megedeth and Smashing Pumpkins.

Then came eight grade.
My 8th grade year, I saw the worst fight to date and the only person who I know who could probably do it today is Simon, I saw a kid in one punch take another kid all the way down to the ground, and what I mean by that is the kid swung back and when he connected to the other kids face, he had all his weight behind him and as the kid fell backward the punch followed him to the basketball court.but I digress that's another story for another time


my membership into an "alien" group included:

a broken wrist
getting jumped by 15 kids after I got off the school bus when my wrist was broken.
A broken nose
and various other scuffles.
black eyes are not in here because no ever hit me hard enough in the face to give me a black eye.

but that wasn't all
Assignments not handed to me or skipped over in class, Fights started on the bus before and after school, during lunch, In the halls, being called a "white boy", "traitor" and ironically the one term which can push me over the edge"Faget".
Case in point I know first hand exactly what it is like to be second hand citizen. Suffice it to say, being the only "Mexican" who wasn't a g or a prep with long hair rewarded me with being the hallowed keeper of the all powerful Target symbol.

But wait there's more, these kids were also trained in the art of psychological warfare.
Being part of this third smaller caste that resided in the shadows, "the stoners", Imagine if you will being shunned by over 95%(with a two percent margin of error) of the population at school.

You could only wish I was exaggerating, My eighth grade year, There was seven of us, Me, Jenny,Cassandra, the two Jeff's, Chris, Jennifer.
In fact I really only got along with Jenni, the others were retards in every definition.
Not exactly many people to turn to or back you up in a fight.
People talk about racism, People talk about discrimination, I have experienced it all and seen it all.
One time during lunch my friend Travis who I have known since I was six got jumped in broad daylight by 20 kids on the field, broad summer daylight and they took his money.
No one got suspended.
So yea I was angrier as a kid than most but mainly I just longed for people who I shared interests and not retarded or as I like to call them.
Friends.

So what's my point? Some of you are walking around with huge chips on your soldiers and you think you've got it tough or are tough.
well this is only the icing on the cake, I have plenty more for you.
So the next time you're thinking about screwing over a friend or perhaps hurting someone close to you
remember that at least you have that friend(s) to turn to. And Thank God for libraries.

It is time once again to move my cheese.
a new job is on the horizon.
a new fire.burning.bright.

Well I will officially declare this as "back from the dead" day
Spring has talked some sense in to me and I am thrilled once again, to be back on the night train.

What does this mean?
Well frankly that there is going to be "experiments involving copious amounts of alcohol"

1st up
Thursday night:
After hitting a girl over the head and knocking her out.
I was able in her incapacitated state to woo a young lady into a night of drinking and a show.
We shall call tits McGee.
a self described hooligan.
Tits is 19 years young.
full Irish? Whatever special powers that gives her I have yet to identify.
Has two friends and Red Hair.
and is vain, vain, vain.
and she can get away with it because frankly she has really nice skin.

What she was doing with me I really don't care.
So after getting the green light, I invited her over to beths surprise birthday party, where she proceeded to watch me get hammered and I realized I was going to have to wait on her hand and foot.
I'll admit I was kind of distant trying to make sure she wasn't "crazy".
and since after all a party isn't really conducive to quiet conversing it wasn't the best of dates.

but I figure whatever, I just meet her and proceeded to drink,drank drunk and say hello to everyone as well as occasionally stopping by to check up on her.

anyways so we ended up back at my apartment and she fell asleep on my futon.
I, in my bed.

I am going to invite her to go bowling on Wednesday.

ladies and gents
blogger as I am sure you know has been acting "super gay"
and what I mean by that is that every single time blogger open it's mouth, a purse falls out.


To date this is the 1st time I have been able to log in since my last post.

Well sometime last week, it finally happened.
I was replaced at the Casa de la Lo.
by a ferret, which is appropriate since all ferrets are nocturnal and smell.
just like me....
I don't know his name.
I am going to give him a mohawk.

Baleeted!

above there is a list of all the known programs that will not work with Windows XP sp2.

If you use Aol, Norton, Black Ice, Zone Alarm you will want to look into this and uncheck that little box that says yes to automatic updates.

living proof that the force does not necessarily favor nerds.
Star Wars Fans rally @ the wrong mans chinese!

Japan says Sayonara Earth,Hello Final Frontier

OMG this is awesome!! save this to your favorites now!
Screw you starbucks
A java search engine, just enter in your zip code...

the force is strong in this one.

somewhere in world right now as you glanced over this post, someone just farted.

"think dirty!!"

this is funny

random thought:

smaller governments ruled by one central government.
why is such a good idea having so much trouble right now.

M.notes.

I was 4 hours late to work tuesday, just like last week.
both times I forgot my bus card!! AHH!!
my glands are no longer swollen even in the littlest bit.
I wonder if it was allergies, pollutants, or If I was just sick.
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Monday night we found the entire Nintendo and SNES library with emulators on the network drive.
then they reimaged the computers at work.
Now the folder aptly titled "nerd" which was to serve as my escape from the daily grind of work is no longer on the network drive.

RIP Nerd
I barely knew thee.

It starts off soft, so give it a second.
damn none of the mars volta videos are working now.
until the time the empreror walks among us again.

I am reading Vonneguts
Slaughter house Five.

It is good.

This is also
good.

ooops and before I forget.

thanks to brendan for that one.

I can't imagine life without the following album.
De-Loused in the Comatorium by the Mars Volta.

Seriously, this album should be able to catch readers of all ages and genre's because it really is that F^%$^ing good.

This is musicians music.I say this honestly and without fear of rebuttal.

If you have ever studied music ie. can read music, understand the composition of song writing, time changes, verse chourus verse.

I Implore you to give them a listem.

soo umm to answer all your questions and comments.

Jessica is indeed cute and single but (yes, its too good to be true) shes crazy...although..she does swallow....


Choose Wisely!

speaking of crapping.

I just had one of the most uncraptacular craps right now.

you know the ones I'm talking about, where it feels like you're going to take the hugest dump this side of the appalachians, so you prepare according, bringing the sunday newspaper comics section, making the sign of the cross, taking the time to put down one of those nifty paper hats so common place in todays corporate bathrooms, then after you finish signing your last will and testament, you take a deep breath and brace yourself for the mother load.....muttering one last quick prayer to the virgin de guadulape... and....and... all you release is little nuggets.

ahh yes the fine art of diplomacy.
for a hardy laugh please direct your attention to my brother's blog Jedi G

If you would like a fine example of a brothers quarrel(scroll down and look at the posts concerning malaise....and don't forget my comments) and me once again supplying my brother with ripely abundant material for him to compose stories about his know it all jack ass older brother "He who speaks out his waste management orifice"


My little brother is a superbly excellent writer when it all comes down to it.
Unfortuantely he suffers from a common case of "Irritable Writers Syndrome" similiar to in name and symptom(s) from it's sister IBS, which afflicts millions of writers today.

One must simply apply a cognitive fiber of sorts, in this case a steaming cup of "Jack Ass" which causes the irritation to curdle in his mind late into the night, thanks to the good bacterias prolifiration until the levee breaks and thus releasing a rather eloquent defence on his brothers(me) departure from reasoning.

I will draw your attention to the fact that he is cleansed and is posting "Solid" entries once again.


Also the Pope died during the opening weekend of Sin City!
woooo what a morosely ironic american view!!