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| Saturday, June 28, 2003 |
| Rigoletto |
| posted @ 03:16:00 MDT by bryn |
| I used to work in the "bar and restaurant" industry. It's where I first made a living, cut my teeth in the working world as it were. Dishwasher, prep cook, server, porter, and a brief stint as a bartender - fun, fun, fun, and fun. I wasn't much of a bartender I should say... all I did was serve beer in a beer-only joint so I didn't have to ever even make a single screwdriver let alone a raspberry hummer or some shit. It's alternatingly the best and worst possible job one can have (sometimes in the same night.) When I started, I started with a girl named Lisa. Lisa was really, really cool. She was so completely dedicated to cool she should turn pro one would think after a single cigarette-fueled and disjointed conversation next to the dumpster. Everyone knew she was cool. This was good. Everyone knew she was cool. This was bad. It was without fail that I'd be grabbing the buspan from under her bar and some self-certified stud was practically oozing all over her. Actually, if it was only one it was a slow night. These dopes were often wearing wedding rings, Polo cologne, and the stink of regretful middle age which is a recipe for marinated asshole minus the good taste. She played it off and even played it up and it paid well but there were times I saw it literally beating her down like a hammer. I hate those fuckers to this day and it comes rushing back at the oddest moments sometimes - like when I go to lunch with some suits and one or more of them start in on a waitress. Clueless slimy fuckers... In the spirit of fairness I feel like I should also mention the fact that this was also the single most (re)productive period of my life as far as getting it on with the ladies. I was brash. I remember having no fear. I remember not caring about whether or not a woman was married or had a boyfriend. I remember stealing blatant kisses from women I had no business messing with. Some still haunt me - like laying a big, fat, wet one on a waitress I worked with named Kismet who was just so out of my league it was almost interspecies. I remember it floored about twenty people when I just said "hi" with a Tuesday-night liplock that knew no fear. Damn, it was a great time. And she even said she liked it, really liked it. If only her boyfriend didn't own the store she worked the day shift at... /me sighs... As phenomenally drunk as I was I can still see her smiling at me like it was tattooed to my retinas on a Tuesday afternoon after a double-espresso. Nothing else really stuck and here I am. Duh. |
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| Nuff Said? |
| posted @ 02:41:00 MDT by bryn |
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| Friday, June 27, 2003 |
| Restraint, Angst, Betrayal, Disappointment, and the Purity of Lust |
| posted @ 01:05:00 MDT by bryn |
| People ask me why I like to drive so fast. It's just a fact of life for me. Some say speed kills... but they're talking about drugs. My love is speed. Pure speed. Going fast. Not faster than the other guy or something so petty as that but real speed, speeding away from something to get to something. It doesn't matter what it is. You're not going to find me hanging off the edge of Mt. Everest, flying through the air on my XR650R, skydiving through the cold morning blue or anything so exotic as that. My time flying is in a brief, stolen moment with the big pedal on the right flat on the floor and every little bump in the road coming up into my fingertips from the screaming drive train. That's the edge for me. Once I'm beyond 150MPH it's literally only a moment away from nothing or being nothing but it's high, far, sexy, alive, close, dirty, and so god damned pure it lives all over my body all at once in a misty cloud of white-hot lust. It's like outracing the wind. |
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| Wednesday, June 25, 2003 |
| I, um, get paid for this crap? |
| posted @ 04:14:00 MDT by bryn |
Here's a message for the kiddies: Hi boys and girls. When you upgrade a database from source that you've compiled support for into your PHP installation always remember that you have to recompile your PHP. Duh... new libraries, dumbass. Don't be like Bryn. Don't be a dumbass. Oh yeah, it might be good to run ldconfig if your platform enjoys such procedures. Oh, jeebus, hep me. |
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| Special Report |
| posted @ 00:24:00 MDT by bryn |
| FLASH! Searching for "Snonkopus" at Google only returns one page. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming... |
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| Saturday, June 21, 2003 |
| If it's worth doing... |
| posted @ 02:18:00 MDT by bryn |
| Strength and Honor. |
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| Friday, June 20, 2003 |
| Zolly |
| posted @ 01:34:00 MDT by bryn |
| WTF is WwM? |
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| Thursday, June 19, 2003 |
| Conclusions |
| posted @ 00:50:00 MDT by bryn |
| Pain is nowhere else but the mind. There is nobody else but the one. Stupid is only the above. =) |
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| Sunday, June 15, 2003 |
| One |
| posted @ 01:39:00 MDT by bryn |
| Zero |
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| Saturday, June 14, 2003 |
| Fist Full o' Dullards |
| posted @ 02:39:00 MDT by bryn |
If'n I was going to film a Western I'd only need tonight and some cameras. Yeah, it was dumb. |
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| Friday, June 13, 2003 |
| No Brain... No Pain. |
| posted @ 03:15:00 MDT by bryn |
As we like to say around these parts: No brain, no headache. Today started off sucking the worst thing one could imagine sucking. However, it ended not sucking. Sometimes it's as simple as that. More than often it's as dumb as that. Dumb can be good. Duh. XML? Ha! |
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| Monday, June 9, 2003 |
| Got my mind on my monkey and my monkey on my mind... |
| posted @ 16:56:00 MDT by bryn |
Okay ladies and gentlemen... let's go over this again: You turn on the turn signal and THEN step on the brake if you're turning. Also, it's okay to turn on your turn signal and then start the process of looking to change lanes - in fact, this might even HELP other drivers know you're going to do it and give them advanced warning of what you're doing. After all, the turn signal does not physically help you change lanes, the flashing light does not introduce aerodynamic drag moving the car to the next lane. It's called a turn signal because it's a signalling device that lets other drivers know what you need to do. It's okay to turn it on before you start turning. Ferfucksake, can we get it together out there? |
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| Saturday, June 7, 2003 |
| Life? |
| posted @ 02:49:00 MDT by bryn |
| No, sucks. Thanks for playing... |
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| Monday, June 2, 2003 |
| for i in $(ls) ^J do ^J mv $i "bryn - $i" ^Jdone |
| posted @ 02:39:00 MDT by bryn |
| It's less than often that I impart something as required viewing. So, hopefully, this shall be well met... Pandaemonium. I've seen it three times now. If it doesn't move you, you're not listening. |
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| Sunday, June 1, 2003 |
| ide0 at 0x1f0-0x1f7,0x3f6 on irq 14 |
| posted @ 02:44:00 MDT by bryn |
| What one eye sees is a phantom image. What three eyes see is a phantom image. What two eyes see is a dream. |
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