May 2003
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Ren, meet the 21st Century
01 May, 2003 at 10:26 AM by Ren | Permalink
Sure, you're saying to yourself, you're already in the 21st Century. You have a domain, a website where you blog; 3 seperate email addresses; AIM screenname, MSN Messenger screenname, Yahoo ID, ICQ UIN, and an IRC Nick; I've also got a Pocket PC. But am I really in the 21st Century completely? Look carefully. There's something seriously missing in that communication trifecta above.
Yes. There is.
But I've fixed that. I succumbed to the pressure. I got a cellphone.
I did!
I couldn't believe it either! It's so fun too. It's little and grey and lights up blue and amber. Very hot! No one can believe me, it's crazy. It makes me laugh a little. It's not like I hadn't been telling people I was gonna do it. No one believed me though. Wonderbread called last night to the phone and said "uh, yes...someone called me from this number?" It took him several seconds to figure out that he was talking to me. Dorkus. Aaron/La Corn Chip said he died when he got my email giving him my new number.
It's not THAT shocking, is it? Screw it, my phone is cuuuuuute!
Happy Cinco de Mayo!
05 May, 2003 at 08:53 AM by Ren | Permalink
Morning and happy Cinco de Mayo to you. Yes, Ren is acknowledging his brown-ness and celebrating one of the two days (the other being Dies y Seis) when it's way cool to be a Mexican-american. I swear to you, though. Cinco de Mayo is much bigger here than in Mex. It's like the wetbacks' turn to be Irish on St. Patrick's day. Crazy. So, I'm wondering where I can go to lunch today that I can have a margarita and chips with salsa. Or guacamole.
oooo flautas for lunch.
Damn, it's only 8:30 and I'm already wondering what's for lunch. Clearly, I'm not going to be very productive today.
Well, that's it for me, I'm tapped...so I'm going to post this (stole it from Gidget, who stole it from Annabuggs):
1. Name one song you hate to admit you like.
Celine Dion - I drove all Night
2. Name two songs that always make you cry.
I can honestly say I've never cried from a song.
3. Name three songs that turn you on.
Nine Inch Nails - Closer [way too many dirty club memories there]
Chris Isaak - Wicked Game
Garbage - Queer
4. Name four songs that always make you feel good.
Spacehog - In the Mean Time
the Girls of the Moulin Rouge - Lady Marmalade (Thunderpuss Club Mix)
Britney [yes, shut up] Spears - I'm a Slave 4 U (Thunderpuss Radio Edit)
Madonna - Vogue [geezus, am I really *this* gay?]
5. Name five songs you couldn't ever do without.
Blue October - Breakfast After Ten
The Knack - My Sharona [dude, we all need to sing like this in our cars once in a while]
Violent Femmes - Blister in the Sun [reminds me of driving in Anie Sue's car going to Carroll High School...good times]
Dexter Freebish - Leaving Town [the first song Freaky had me download--still a favorite, and always fun to sing at the top of your lungs in your car. trust me.]
the Beatles - Yesterday
So what have we learned about me? I listen to weird music and I'm gayer than I think. *sigh* Also, it took me a long time to compile this list. Even though I have a degree in music and *love* music...I don't think I have any songs that just stick out in my head to fit any of these things. Also, I like my music to keep me happy, and not sad or horny or whatever. Which is why I have a propensity for songs that I can sing loudly/badly. Whatever.
Where the fuck is my margarita? Happy Cinco, people.
It's all my fault
06 May, 2003 at 10:30 AM by Ren | Permalink
I admit it. Yes its true. It's my fault that I'm doing 4 photo galleries at work. I put them off for so long, now they just piled up on me.
Dammit.
I hate scanning. It is the bane of my existence. The good thing is we're no longer accepting prints for galleries here. Only digital. I'm like, the photo nazi.
No digital?
NO PHOTO GALLERY FOR YOU!
blah blah blah
07 May, 2003 at 04:25 PM by Ren | Permalink
Today was a weird day. I gave the commencement website a facelift, did some other miscellaneous web updates.
Now I'm sitting here listening to my guilty pleasure (check out the post from 5 May...question 1) and talking to the Weatherman. I felt the urge to update even though nothing grandiose is happening.
Oooooo wait! Freaky has informed me that StarWarsFreak and Taun We (formerly Hot CIS-CWB) may join us for after-work drinks! Hotness! Maybe I can get Taun We drunk enough to you know, go for a ride in Ronessa. It's sick that I have a disgusting crush on a computer tech in CIS. Dirty.
Now I feel dirty. Maybe I can take a bath with Taun We? Stop Ren, stop.
gimme a break
08 May, 2003 at 03:44 AM by Ren | Permalink
I so need to lay off the crack before bed.
I just woke up from a dream where I had a discussion amongst my friends about why they had cast Nell Carter as Dr. Crusher on Star Trek.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Apparently Nell was their original choice, but Nell was concerned about typecasting so she backed ou t at the last moment. They recast the role of Dr. Crusher with Gates McFadden and the rest as they say, is history.
That I would even have a dream where Nell Carter is the focus gives me great cause for concern regarding my mental health. Seriously. Who the hell dreams about Nell Fucking Carter? That's just disturbing.
No more crack before bed, Ren. Your dreams just turn out more screwed up than usual.
I thought puberty was OVER.
13 May, 2003 at 12:38 PM by Ren | Permalink
You know I love the four of you who read my website so I'm going to share this little story with you guys.
This morning, as I was getting ready to take my shower, I was brushing my teeth and lamenting on how enormous I have become by staring at my fat ass in the mirror when I made a horrifying discovery. Well actually two. I'm not as big a fat ass as I remembered from last week...I have lost some blubber...shit if I know how...and...
There's like 6 chest hairs colonizing my chest.
I know, WHAT THE FRICK?! I couldn't believe it. I was just shocked and awed. I'm nearly *cough*27*cough* and only now are these stupid things showing up? They're not even manly chest hairs, just these weenie things. So disgusting though. Chest hair. Oh lord, am I going to have to shave this shit off? or wax it or whatever? God. Maybe if I think hard enough they'll just go away.
Go Away, dirty chest hairs! Go Away!
Damn, I can still feel them there. Ugh.
You are a pigeon from Hell.
15 May, 2003 at 08:50 AM by Ren | Permalink
So, this morning is already turning out megacrazy.
I got to work late, and I'm blaming it on those f'n pigeons that have made a home in my patio. Technically I evicted them yesterday, so they don't really live there anymore...but that's neither here nor there. See there were these pigeons that were all horny and got married and moved into my patio and built a little nest for two. Then three (yeah, they're swinging pigeons). Anyway, they started having little pigeon babies and laid some eggs. See, these horny little pigeons would wake me up every morning with the sounds of their fornicating. Well, if there's one thing everyone knows I cannot deal with, it's fornicating on my balcony (I'm looking at you Krysdol and Batman).
So yesterday, I took matters into my own hands. While the pigeons were out at their pigeon jobs (they work at the "lets shit on someone's car" factory...great benefits), I destroyed the nest. Dont' worry, no eggs were harmed. The eggs were already cracked. Momma pigeon is a big fat cow and smushed her own chilluns. They didn't come back. Actually, they did but I threw some leftover easter eggs filled with confetti at them and that was the last straw for them I think (Side note: Comedy gold is struck when you see a pigeon pegged with an easter egg filled with confetti. There's this colorful explosion of confetti and an angry bird flying away all disoriented. It's better than hitting Janis Van Meten with a baseball...ok not quite, but it's up there.). Right. Well, this morning, there was no pigeon freakiness going on, so I just slept and slept. Wouldn't you? After weeks of waking to pigeon-gasms, the first morning you don't hear any I'll bet your ass you would sleep in too. Consequently, I woke up late. Ran through the shower. Threw on some clothes and made the mad crazy dash to work.
Got to work late. There was mini-crisis at work, people were freaking out because the CD labels I designed didn't fit the page properly. Cats and dogs were living together; it was total chaos. Someone wanted their survey up immediately; I was doing two things at once. Janis Van Meten got hit with a baseball; it was fabulous.
And now, crisis mode is over. I fixed the labels (I think); I put up the survey. We're standing down red alert. Hopefully the day will go a little more smoothly. F'n pigeons. It's all their fault.
Untitled
19 May, 2003 at 10:55 AM by Ren | Permalink
I felt the need to post a title, even though I couldn't think of one. Fucking sue me. I don't care : )
Right, so I was thinking this weekend, as I'm prone to do when I end up on the beach at night alone. First off, the moon was gorgeous. It was huge and red...totally beautiful. Secondly, I was sitting in my car watching the waves and just thinking about all kinds of stuff...about how somedays i'm just ready to rip Krysdol's head off for allegedly hanging up the phone on me (even though she swears I hung up first...its a moot point; we still love eachother.) and other things.
I realized just how high maintenance I am in some ways. Like to me, I could be fine with a phone call that says "how you doin!?" every few days...just to make sure I'm ok and it would remind me that you care and whatnot. I think that's pretty low maintenance. Other people might think that's kind of high maintenance. I dunno, it's just the way I am. I don't know, I'm really not making any sense right now.
Funk dat.
So, what have we learned this morning? That all ya gotta do to keep me pretty happy and contented is call every few days and let me know you're doing oK. That actually works REALLY well. Also, Krysdol and I still heart eachother.
Really pointless post this morning actually.
p.s. just because there wasn't any fornicating on my patio doesn't mean there aren't any demons there Krysdol. : )
Looking at the earlier post
19 May, 2003 at 04:02 PM by Ren | Permalink
Looking at the earlier post (parts of which simply don't make sense), boy, I'm fussy today. I mean, I'm really not. I guess i'm just feeling a little dejected personally. I'm a little better now. I think I just miss people that I used to hang out with all the time.
On the upside, work is making me feel very useful. I feel very accomplished today and valued. yay!
Now if I could only get my personal life as good as my professional life. Maybe I'd actually be super-contented. For now though, I've gotta go...L'il Kim and Timbaland are rappin'...and I wanna hear what she's all about (how she makes a sprite can dissapear in her mouth, that dirty ho!).
By all means, Dew Drop In!
21 May, 2003 at 03:44 PM by Ren | Permalink
So, I'm very pleased with the way my new website is rolling out. Sure, it's a slow and painful process...and I think I've taken everything important offline for the time being (although, if you're smart, you can still find it all). But on the upside, man, I got the archives to look GOOD. Wait, I take that back. Not just good, but F'N good. I'm learning some stuff about how to use some of the more arcane tags Movable Type offers and how I can use them to enhance your web experience.
Anyway, dew drop in more often, because I'll surely be adding new and cool stuff to my website, because you know, I'm just fucking lame and I really have nothing better to do.
One last side note, f'n Wonderbread...stop setting my warning level on AIM!
The Friday Five
23 May, 2003 at 08:27 AM by Ren | Permalink
For lack of anything else to say today (although I could tell you about the dream where my car was stolen and somehow I was able to con my father into buying me a new one...that one ranks as peculiar that's for sure) I'm doing the Friday Five. So here they are:
- What brand of toothpaste do you use?
Crest Multicare Whitening. I'm so glad technology has been applied so feverishly to tooth care. Just a few years ago, cutting edge was tartar control; that's not good enough anymore. Toothpaste isn't good unless it whitens your teeth, prevents tartar, freshens your breath...oh yeah, and it should prevent tooth decay too. - What brand of toilet paper do you prefer?
Um, I really don't care. But I think I have a thing for squeezably soft Charmin. - What brand(s) of shoes do you wear?
Right now, I'm wearing a pair of New Balance shoes. I also have several old pairs of Adidas. Oh yeah, and two pair of Skechers. Um, two pair of Docs, and another pair of black shoes that are HAWT (but I couldn't tell you what brand they are, I got them on sale though...)! - What brand of soda do you drink?
Dr. Pepper. It's my poison of choice. - What brand of gum do you chew?
Whatever kind someone has a spare piece of.
Seriously, this is going to be a long day if that's all I could come up with. If I don't talk to you again, have a happy Memorial Day.
Happy Birthday to Rollermog!
23 May, 2003 at 12:34 PM by Ren | Permalink
Happy birthday to Rollermog!
Happy birthday to Rollermog!
Happy birthday dear Rollermog!
Happy birthday to you!
May you get a good deep dicking on your birthday.
Or at least a good stiff drunk!
Happy birthday Rollermog!
Gravy!
25 May, 2003 at 05:54 PM by Ren | Permalink
This weekend so far has been just fan-tab-uh-lus!
Friday we went out to celebrate adding another ring to Rollermog's tree of life and it was just crazy good. Rollermog started checking out some thug and he nearly kicked our ass for it. Just horrible. But so Rollermog. Anyway, I got to see Dirty Diana that night too, and she was gettin the hookup with some guy who (truly) couldn't dance and kept saying so. Ay.
Saturday there was a cute little party for Rollermog at the Beast and Tia Berta's house. Very cute, I might add. The theme was very patriotic, or as Rollermog told me, "it's red, white and Drew!"
The old gang from back in college was all together again. We all read eachother down with our old whore stories (regular people have war stories, we have whore stories.) and we all realized just what big sluts we used to be. The Beast realized that Rollermog and I were just as big whores as he was--stupidly enough, he was dumb enough to tell us all about his exploits wheras Rollermog and I kept it to ourselves. Oh, good times.
Today I went to go see the Matrix Reloaded. Holy crap. I just died. I think I love Neo in a way that I shouldn't. It's very perverse. I think it's all the black skintight leather (just not the gay kind...oK maybe just a little of that). *sigh* Dude, that movie is the new hotness.
Right, so not much else is going on right now. I'm still cooling off after watching the Matrix. I may have to take a cold shower.
Tonight I'm gonna see what Rollermog, the Beast, Tia Berta and Dirty Diana are up to. I think they're going tejano dancing. Oh lawd. Well, as long as I can get drunk it'll be oK.
Happy Memorial Day Weekend, y'all.
*sigh*
25 May, 2003 at 10:23 PM by Ren | Permalink
Oh lord, I knew this day was coming eventually, but I kept putting it off. My computer's video card finally caved on me.
I'm currently rocking 16 colors at 640x480. It's horrible. So tomorrow, I'm swallowing my pride and going to Best Buy and buying a new video card. *sigh* I was hoping to save up and get a rockin card, but when I thought about it, I really didn't need anything fancy since I hardly do anything fancy here at home. So decent card is what I'll get for the time being.
I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow! : )
Yay!
26 May, 2003 at 01:40 PM by Ren | Permalink
I installed my new video card today. I was trying not to get the super fancy one, but shit, the one with a TV out dealie was only 99.99! How could I not invest in that? Dude. It's so weird to have a display that works correctly at home. Now I just need a decent monitor.
Go me!
BBL, I have porn to watch on my new display!
I'm just kidding.
No. I'm not.
Yes. I am. (no, I'm not)
It's the End of the World as we Know it...
29 May, 2003 at 04:50 PM by Ren | Permalink
For my 300th entry:
Microsoft, AOL settle browser suit
WTF?
30 May, 2003 at 09:29 AM by Ren | Permalink
WTF?
What the Hell?
Dude, that's for real. Now I know I don't need Digital Cable. Why in the hell would I pay to entertain a cat?
I'm all about the Pussy (cat) today
30 May, 2003 at 10:45 PM by Ren | Permalink
Yup. Continuing my theme of pussy (cat), here's an interesting article on pussy (cat) meowing.
Psychologists dissect the multiple meanings of meow
Have a good night. Dream about pussy (cat)...if that's what you're into. Smoke 'em if ya got 'em. Keep on cruis'n.
Pussy (cat). Sorry, I just like typing Pussy (cat). : )