grindmonkeh

I've had Elton John's Levon stuck in my head for almost three days now, and I don't even know the words to much else other than the chorus. It's a maddening loop that emerges at will.

We're ready to open up shop at the golf course as soon as the weather is amiable, but until then I've been putting a coat of paint on anything that'll hold still and selling memberships mostly to retirees who are chomping at the bit to gather in their social circles. Work has been much of the same here at the university, although they've assigned a web designer to our departmental pages and I've been coordinating with him on inane changes that will make our pages look ~~like hell~~ more cohesive to the collective pages of the ACNS or IT or TIS or whatever they've titled our department at the current date and time.

Over the weekend I finished overhauling my brother's computer and upgrading mine. He said his power button got stuck on his Gateway, and his power supply and motherboard were fried. I installed his components into a new case with an Asus A7V-333, my 1300Mhz AMD, and my Geforce 2 GTS. I upgraded my pc to an Athlon XP2100 and Geforce 4 Ti4200. We both have considerably improved systems, and once he's decent at Medal of Honor and has a cable ISP then I'll introduce him to online fragging. If anyone has any notable tips for tweaking a Ti4200 I'd like to hear them. I'm still adjusting it for improved performance without overclocking it or compromising graphic quality.

I drove to Robinson after work on Saturday and spent the evening playing Monopoly with

falseye, my friend Billy, and his girlfriend Beth. We drank a lot of beer and I won the game. The next day we felt like hell. I thought I was going to get sick at Matt's apartment... I was standing in the bathroom for a couple of minutes to see if it would pass, and one small black curly hair on the rim of his toilet almost tipped the table. I washed my face with cold water, had a cup of coffee, and watched Ally McBeal until my heachache cleared up enough that I could go visit my step-dad without looking like I'd just fell off the wagon...which then proceeded to run me over.

I hadn't talked to my friend Billy for a few months until the weekend. He told me that a guy we know that fishes on the river with our cabin neighbors killed himself a couple of months ago. Darryl's wife filed for a divorce, so he got drunk, slit his wrists, and hung himself in his shed. I didn't really know him as well as the other guys, but he'll be missed around the campfire. Those guys are feeling angry and guilty, but there's nothing that can be done for someone who doesn't ask. I hope that anyone who considers me to be a friend wouldn't hesitate to seek solace if they felt that life's consequences were that dire. Bad day...fuck it. You'll live.

In other news...I've learned that Satan started the fire at the Great White show and that in regards to the Shuttle disaster "This is not the first time that an astronaut of Jewish descent has brought the Space Shuttle Program bad luck." You can share your thoughts with the author of these journalistic feats of bravado here.

[Artyste] also.. how can otherwise intelligent people.. suddenly become absolutely clueless when they sit in front of a computer? My landlords bought a new one on Monday.. and the landlady will sit down to get her email, and the husband has to be right there. "Now click on that" "How do I do that?" "You.. click on it, with this mouse button" "Ok, now what do I do" "Scroll down and read it" "Where?" "Right here" "now what?"
÷ Artyste just shakes his head
[GrindBastard] HeH.
[Artyste] before now.. I've only read about people like this in emails
[GrindBastard] i've set up 3 parents with computers
[GrindBastard] it's everywhere
[Artyste] hey.. I set up my mom with a computer, but she was a fish to water with the damn thing
[GrindBastard] your mom RAWKS
[Artyste] now she's MSCE certified
[GrindBastard] that's cool
÷ Artyste cowers
[Artyste] heh.. it wasn't so cool at first.
[Artyste] cause I was living with her, and she was using *my* computer
[GrindBastard] stargate sg-1 is like macguyver with technology
[GrindBastard] he doesn't have to build anything
[GrindBastard] but he still sucks.
[Artyste] and she started getting too smart too quick.. "Hey, do you know what I found in today?" "Aww mom.. you don't like anal sex?
[GrindBastard] haha
[GrindBastard] funny
[GrindBastard] she didn't complain
[Artyste] she just gave me evil looks
[Artyste] after all, it *was* my computer
[Artyste] and I told her to stay out of my shit. lol
[GrindBastard] that's not what i meant
[GrindBastard] =)
[Artyste] oh god
[Artyste] you're sick
[GrindBastard] i don't have anal on MY computer
[Artyste] liar
[GrindBastard] no lie
[GrindBastard] i had girls gone wild for a while
[Artyste] you're either lying, or you're JW
[GrindBastard] but it was all dumb ho's
[GrindBastard] JW?
[Artyste] Jehovah's Witness
[Suraklin] They rock.
[Suraklin] They make my days bright.
[Artyste] lol
[Suraklin] Oh yeah.
[GrindBastard] that's Falseye's family
[Suraklin] I love those guys.
[GrindBastard] and he still loves the porn
[Artyste] he's rebelling
[GrindBastard] well his dad does too
[GrindBastard] =)
[Artyste] man.. I can't sleep without my LJ fix
[Artyste] hehe
[Falseye] I'm really glad none of you guys know my dad:)
[GrindBastard] why's that?
[Artyste] cause we'd want to share his porn?
[Falseye] hey there mr. evans, I heard you love the porn
[GrindBastard] haha
[Artyste] lol
[GrindBastard] if it was done with a little tact, i bet he'd trade
[Artyste] I'd be all.. "Mr. Porn King.. I salute you."
[Falseye] lol
[GrindBastard] your dad needs broadband.