Those stupid little bubbles that alert you to different things (like your windows updates are ready to be installed) keep alerting me that there is someone else on the network with my ip address. i beg to differ. especially because we use dhcp. you guys know what i'm talking about. i guess i could simply just give each computer here it's own ip address. i guess. but that's stupid.
wow, someone hasn't updated in a while. i've been busy though. although, nobody wants a "what matt did over the past 2 weeks" so i'm not going to give that to you.
(i know i just said i wasn't going to tell you what i've been doing over the past two weeks, but in order for me to tell you about something, i need to tell you this:)
for the past two days, i've been doing deliveries for this messenger at public abstract. basically, people around downtown need files taken from them and to them. so that's what this guy does. anyway - he's on vacation this week. so i've been doing the deliveries.
going to an office, i was walking along next to the genesee river - it's kind of a nice walk, except it was raining yesterday, so it served as more of a shortcut than anything, to get to the water street area. along the river, there are some benches made out of stone, and rock and shit, and they're carved into the dirt. on one of the big curved benches, someone wrote (upon first glance) "911 - rochester remembers" but, from underneath my umbrella, i saw that it actually said "911 - rochester rembers"
now, i wonder why this person decided to write that there in the first place - i mean, i guess it's true - rochester remembers. but, everyone walking by that place is probably from rochester (the river isn't really a big tourist area) and being that they are from there, they would know that they remember. why on earth, would someone write (in cheap, faded, not centered, or even really in one size) lettering, something completely misspelled. now, granted, theres a lot in this entry that is misspelled, but i didn't freaking write it on a wall in downtown rochester. here, if i misspell something, you all know me, and understand what a fuckup i am, when it comes to that. but if someone else reads it (perhaps they are actually from out of town, which would negate my first rant, but helps my second), they're going to think that rochesterians are idiots.
oh man, it got really late, really fast - i should wrap this up and get to bed pretty soon. either that, or me staying in and getting sleep will have been for naught!
i mean, i already didn't do the laundry i needed to do, sheesh.
oh, i do have a question though - has anyone else realized how cool tnt and tbs have been getting lately? they're running some high quality movies. i'm watching the fugative right now - haven't seen this in a while. i'm a big fan of tommy lee. and not the porno guy. (i think that's him... is it him? it's him. final answer. no? fuck you regis.)
anyway, g'night to you all - hope you've enjoyed.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
The one where he was accosted...
So I'm driving home one night (woah- that night, happens to be... this night - tonight, as some might say) - and i needed gas. so i went to the mobil in bushnells basin, because it's open 24/7. i get out of my car and start pumping gas. here's where i get accosted: there are about a trillion bugs, and they're not small either - like inch and a half long bugs with giant wings hovering around those giant, "one hour photo"esque lights they have in that gas pavilion. all of a sudden i hear something flapping, and then one landed on my neck. ahhhh! (that was the accosting- that's it)
After which, i went inside to purchase a beverage - i walked up to the counter with my vitamin water (which i'll get to in a second) and i was like "you guys got quite the bugs out there" - and the cashier just kinda gave me the blankest "i'm a moron working the night shift at mobil" look i've ever seen - "uhhhh, um, yah" was his answer. it's not like he could have missed the GIANT bugs that were circling his car. oh well.
now - the vitamin water, which claire thinks tastes like water - well, SHE'D BE RIGHT! cause it is water. with a little artificial flavoring in it and a shitload of vitamins. It's good. I had grape tonight - it's called "formula 50" because they give you 50% of your daily value of a bunch of vitamins in that bottle. now these guys over at glaceau are pretty funny. this is what's on the side of the bottle:
50 cent's new album is bound to go platinum. so forumula 50 decided to go platinum too. not to be outdone, we are proud to announce the release of our own album, "hydrate or die tryin'." all we need is one little shout out at the MTV music video awards. suckaz be movin' out the way at them beverage conferences. plus, our drink has the nutrients you need to fuel you through your day. that's just how we roll here in queens.
good shit^
so i've been extremEly happy lately, mostly because i now know that extremely is spelled with an E at the end, prior to the LY follow up. no i'm kidding - it's mostly because i'm really happy with claire. there, i said it - no euphimisms, or beating around the bush. claire's making me happy. you see it in my mannerisms and the smiles on my face. i'm eccstatic. i really am. and i'm going to attribute it all to her (rightfully so). bravo claire ;) you da man, woman. thank you :-D
no, but seriously, it's the spelling of "extremly"
when you see claire today, slap her on the ass and say, "nice job, sport" for me will you?
oh and happy birthday to her mom too. it's, um, her birthday.
let's hit enter twice again and start typing!
yay!
this is fun!
my anus is bleeding!
After which, i went inside to purchase a beverage - i walked up to the counter with my vitamin water (which i'll get to in a second) and i was like "you guys got quite the bugs out there" - and the cashier just kinda gave me the blankest "i'm a moron working the night shift at mobil" look i've ever seen - "uhhhh, um, yah" was his answer. it's not like he could have missed the GIANT bugs that were circling his car. oh well.
now - the vitamin water, which claire thinks tastes like water - well, SHE'D BE RIGHT! cause it is water. with a little artificial flavoring in it and a shitload of vitamins. It's good. I had grape tonight - it's called "formula 50" because they give you 50% of your daily value of a bunch of vitamins in that bottle. now these guys over at glaceau are pretty funny. this is what's on the side of the bottle:
50 cent's new album is bound to go platinum. so forumula 50 decided to go platinum too. not to be outdone, we are proud to announce the release of our own album, "hydrate or die tryin'." all we need is one little shout out at the MTV music video awards. suckaz be movin' out the way at them beverage conferences. plus, our drink has the nutrients you need to fuel you through your day. that's just how we roll here in queens.
good shit^
so i've been extremEly happy lately, mostly because i now know that extremely is spelled with an E at the end, prior to the LY follow up. no i'm kidding - it's mostly because i'm really happy with claire. there, i said it - no euphimisms, or beating around the bush. claire's making me happy. you see it in my mannerisms and the smiles on my face. i'm eccstatic. i really am. and i'm going to attribute it all to her (rightfully so). bravo claire ;) you da man, woman. thank you :-D
no, but seriously, it's the spelling of "extremly"
when you see claire today, slap her on the ass and say, "nice job, sport" for me will you?
oh and happy birthday to her mom too. it's, um, her birthday.
let's hit enter twice again and start typing!
yay!
this is fun!
my anus is bleeding!
Friday, July 08, 2005
The one where he was less daring...
Yeah, um, so i'm blogging from work again, only this time i went a few doors down and decided to purchase internet time from a printing company down the street. Good times.
A few things:
Yesterday, one of the clerk's had done something different to her hair. she "crunched" it or something - i believe this has something to do with gel, or whatnot, but anyway - she did it. and it looked good! i really liked it. but - in order to be funny, and joke around, i told her this:
Lynette, what died on your head? (in the most serious, monotonal voice possible)
She did not, and i repeat: did not, take this well. She didn't get that it was a joke. It was, being that i liked her hair, as mentioned above. anyway, it took me all day yesterday, and some of today to get her to realize that i did like her new "do" and that she should keep doing it.
Another thing:
Hold on- crap - i had something else to talk about. I really did. Wow matt, way to freaking mess up. It wouldn't be so bad if you weren't on the clock. 7 min 30, no 27 seconds left.
OH Right - I just remembered 2 things.
First, the older of the two. The other day - i think it was last week - i walked out of the county office building, and while walking across the street, i saw this big pickup truck parked on the side of the road. Now this was one mother truck. It was all jacked up, and buff, and looked really hot, cause they made it sparkle and such with chrome, and a nice wax job. But the thing that really set it off, was the giant set of plastic testicles hanging from the rear part of the chassis. They were big, and one was hanging a bit lower than the other... I've never seen a pair of balls, hanging from the bottom of a pickup truck. This truck, obviously had style.
Second thing:
Another crossing the street story. As i was walking towards the clerk's office from public abstract (in the opposite direction as the last story) i saw someone pulling away from the curb, after being parallel parked there. They cut it a bit too close, and straped against the parked car in front of it. He just kept pulling away, but the passenger kept eyeing me down as they pulled away, as she noticed that i watched the whole thing. I remembered the license plate, and walked inside the clerks office. i hemmed and hawed about whether i should say something, but by the time i decided that it was indeed my place to take action and turn the bastard "hit and runner" in, the car that he hit was gone, not knowing what had happened at all. Oh well - at least i had plans to be moral.
crap - 40 seconds left. gtg byeeeeeeeee
A few things:
Yesterday, one of the clerk's had done something different to her hair. she "crunched" it or something - i believe this has something to do with gel, or whatnot, but anyway - she did it. and it looked good! i really liked it. but - in order to be funny, and joke around, i told her this:
Lynette, what died on your head? (in the most serious, monotonal voice possible)
She did not, and i repeat: did not, take this well. She didn't get that it was a joke. It was, being that i liked her hair, as mentioned above. anyway, it took me all day yesterday, and some of today to get her to realize that i did like her new "do" and that she should keep doing it.
Another thing:
Hold on- crap - i had something else to talk about. I really did. Wow matt, way to freaking mess up. It wouldn't be so bad if you weren't on the clock. 7 min 30, no 27 seconds left.
OH Right - I just remembered 2 things.
First, the older of the two. The other day - i think it was last week - i walked out of the county office building, and while walking across the street, i saw this big pickup truck parked on the side of the road. Now this was one mother truck. It was all jacked up, and buff, and looked really hot, cause they made it sparkle and such with chrome, and a nice wax job. But the thing that really set it off, was the giant set of plastic testicles hanging from the rear part of the chassis. They were big, and one was hanging a bit lower than the other... I've never seen a pair of balls, hanging from the bottom of a pickup truck. This truck, obviously had style.
Second thing:
Another crossing the street story. As i was walking towards the clerk's office from public abstract (in the opposite direction as the last story) i saw someone pulling away from the curb, after being parallel parked there. They cut it a bit too close, and straped against the parked car in front of it. He just kept pulling away, but the passenger kept eyeing me down as they pulled away, as she noticed that i watched the whole thing. I remembered the license plate, and walked inside the clerks office. i hemmed and hawed about whether i should say something, but by the time i decided that it was indeed my place to take action and turn the bastard "hit and runner" in, the car that he hit was gone, not knowing what had happened at all. Oh well - at least i had plans to be moral.
crap - 40 seconds left. gtg byeeeeeeeee
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
The one where new assholes were ripped...
Well I didn't get a new asshole. And i didn't rip anyone a new asshole. But i witnessed someone getting a new asshole. And it was fabulous.
As you know, my family came this weekend. They're gone now, most of them, and only the cool ones remain. So the other ones that came in are from chicago and cleveland (ok, the cleveland ones are cool too, it's really only the chicago ones i'm talking about) - the four kids, 2 of which are nuts. The two girls are pretty nice, but the two boys are jackasses.
My cousin donny brought all kinds of electronic equipment with him to come visit. He's got a bunch of game systems (3 in all) and a laptop. My other cousin, named chris, was playing with his stuff, and not being very kind to it at that. So every time donny would be like, "hey chris, careful with that" or "hey chris, don't do that," chris would always reply with some dickish comment like "dont' worry donny, nobody's going to die, it's fine, you need to chill out" - he's trying to act all cool about it, when he's fucking with donny's shit. i'da fucking decked the kid. he's at that stage where he's getting older (and his voice is dropping - which is hilarious by the way) and he thinks he can do a whole bunch of shit that he can't do. he's like 13, and he wanted to drive the boat, and was like giving me crap about not letting him do it, and shit like that.
when we got him on a tube, i flew him for a loop. i have this cool little manuever (that i learned from claire actually.... thanks!!!) that gets the kid off every time. and he was hurting afterwards too. i wwas pretty pleased with myself.
Oh right - asshole ripping.
So, being that these kids have absolutly no regard for anyone else's property, they were constantly eating shit, and leaving it wherever they went. so when my mom found halfeaten hershey's bars and tipped over cans of pop stashed underneath the ottoman upstairs, she flipped to my aunt. she really let her have it - it was funny seeing my aunt backpeddling (the normally very strong woman turned into a "yes woman" very quickly) - there must be something very scary about a woman vehemently protecting her carpet.
i'd be scared.
and i was only watching.
in other news, i took a 2 hour nap today. do you have any idea how good that felt?
damn eric for sending me this thing called "crimson room" - cause i can't figure it out, and its also giving me the heeby geebys. ya know, the heebly geebly......sss.. (strong bad reference)
http://www.fasco-csc.com/works/crimson/crimson_e.php
do you ever get that feeling when you don't eat for a while? like, the lack of sugar and such? my dad calls those the heeby geebys.
so now, the next time you havne't eaten for a while, and you feel those, you can be like "hey, i have the heeby geebys" and when someone asks you what that means, you can be like "mendick's dad calls them that." and they can be like "ohhhhh"
anyway, it's time for bed. i'm tired
let's play it by ear!
As you know, my family came this weekend. They're gone now, most of them, and only the cool ones remain. So the other ones that came in are from chicago and cleveland (ok, the cleveland ones are cool too, it's really only the chicago ones i'm talking about) - the four kids, 2 of which are nuts. The two girls are pretty nice, but the two boys are jackasses.
My cousin donny brought all kinds of electronic equipment with him to come visit. He's got a bunch of game systems (3 in all) and a laptop. My other cousin, named chris, was playing with his stuff, and not being very kind to it at that. So every time donny would be like, "hey chris, careful with that" or "hey chris, don't do that," chris would always reply with some dickish comment like "dont' worry donny, nobody's going to die, it's fine, you need to chill out" - he's trying to act all cool about it, when he's fucking with donny's shit. i'da fucking decked the kid. he's at that stage where he's getting older (and his voice is dropping - which is hilarious by the way) and he thinks he can do a whole bunch of shit that he can't do. he's like 13, and he wanted to drive the boat, and was like giving me crap about not letting him do it, and shit like that.
when we got him on a tube, i flew him for a loop. i have this cool little manuever (that i learned from claire actually.... thanks!!!) that gets the kid off every time. and he was hurting afterwards too. i wwas pretty pleased with myself.
Oh right - asshole ripping.
So, being that these kids have absolutly no regard for anyone else's property, they were constantly eating shit, and leaving it wherever they went. so when my mom found halfeaten hershey's bars and tipped over cans of pop stashed underneath the ottoman upstairs, she flipped to my aunt. she really let her have it - it was funny seeing my aunt backpeddling (the normally very strong woman turned into a "yes woman" very quickly) - there must be something very scary about a woman vehemently protecting her carpet.
i'd be scared.
and i was only watching.
in other news, i took a 2 hour nap today. do you have any idea how good that felt?
damn eric for sending me this thing called "crimson room" - cause i can't figure it out, and its also giving me the heeby geebys. ya know, the heebly geebly......sss.. (strong bad reference)
http://www.fasco-csc.com/works/crimson/crimson_e.php
do you ever get that feeling when you don't eat for a while? like, the lack of sugar and such? my dad calls those the heeby geebys.
so now, the next time you havne't eaten for a while, and you feel those, you can be like "hey, i have the heeby geebys" and when someone asks you what that means, you can be like "mendick's dad calls them that." and they can be like "ohhhhh"
anyway, it's time for bed. i'm tired
let's play it by ear!
Saturday, July 02, 2005
The one where he thought that "holy updated blog, batman!" would be a good way to title his blog...
Woah corny.
I really haven't done this in a while, which is upsetting. Cause this is starting out like every other blog that hasn't been updated in a while - with an appology. Also, this is starting out like every "blog that's started out like everyone else's blog" blog, - with an explanation of how it's like everyone else's blog. So there - now it's not like everyone else's.
[enter large paragraph of me telling which relatives are coming in for this fiasco. i really did type it, but you know what, you don't give a shit. let me continue as if i had not deleted that paragraph.]
So that's what's going down. congrats to you that made it through that paragraph, by the way.
So uh, eh - hold on. Blowing the nose once again. (in the original paragraph above, i explained how I had been blowing my nose a lot in the last few minutes. the blowing continues, obviously)
Ahh, i feel better.
Claire came down and surprised me at work yesterday. It was a really nice surprise. I was just chillin on a bench, and i finsihed my lunch really fast, and so i called her to say hi. And then she told me she was on her way to come see me! "fantastic!" i said. Anyway, so instead of eating lunch, we just sat there on the bench, and just talked. i mean, we kissed a bit and such (not too much), but not enough for my coworker (kinda) to ask me if i was inspecting her tonsils. definitely not.
So you know what i feel bad about - Woah (no sarah, that's how i spell it), total brainfart. In the time it took me to look up, realize i needed to put something in parenthesis above, i forgot what i feel bad about. oh well - i guess i can tell you i feel bad about forgetting what i was going to say there.
something is fishy. i can't get on the internet. i'm still typing on this webeiste, but the actual internet isn't working. [walks in back room. unplugs cable modem. plugs in cable modem. walks back to computer] nope, still not working. crap. alright, i'll finish this thing up now, cause i've got some troubleshooting to do.
[on the bottle of vitamin water:]
Active Ingredients: See contents on side of bottle.
Inactive Ingredients: See contents on couch.
I really haven't done this in a while, which is upsetting. Cause this is starting out like every other blog that hasn't been updated in a while - with an appology. Also, this is starting out like every "blog that's started out like everyone else's blog" blog, - with an explanation of how it's like everyone else's blog. So there - now it's not like everyone else's.
[enter large paragraph of me telling which relatives are coming in for this fiasco. i really did type it, but you know what, you don't give a shit. let me continue as if i had not deleted that paragraph.]
So that's what's going down. congrats to you that made it through that paragraph, by the way.
So uh, eh - hold on. Blowing the nose once again. (in the original paragraph above, i explained how I had been blowing my nose a lot in the last few minutes. the blowing continues, obviously)
Ahh, i feel better.
Claire came down and surprised me at work yesterday. It was a really nice surprise. I was just chillin on a bench, and i finsihed my lunch really fast, and so i called her to say hi. And then she told me she was on her way to come see me! "fantastic!" i said. Anyway, so instead of eating lunch, we just sat there on the bench, and just talked. i mean, we kissed a bit and such (not too much), but not enough for my coworker (kinda) to ask me if i was inspecting her tonsils. definitely not.
So you know what i feel bad about - Woah (no sarah, that's how i spell it), total brainfart. In the time it took me to look up, realize i needed to put something in parenthesis above, i forgot what i feel bad about. oh well - i guess i can tell you i feel bad about forgetting what i was going to say there.
something is fishy. i can't get on the internet. i'm still typing on this webeiste, but the actual internet isn't working. [walks in back room. unplugs cable modem. plugs in cable modem. walks back to computer] nope, still not working. crap. alright, i'll finish this thing up now, cause i've got some troubleshooting to do.
[on the bottle of vitamin water:]
Active Ingredients: See contents on side of bottle.
Inactive Ingredients: See contents on couch.
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