I noticed that I've only gotten 200-300 pieces of email spam a day lately and the sparse personal mail I once received diminished as well. Something geeking out with the goochonline.net mail server. I've devised a workaround. If I haven't responded to email, that's why.

I'm moving soon. Moving to a place where, I hope to God, they have DSL service. Otherwise, this site's going to get a lot smaller. The move means that there will be a total server outage for a day. There are some other sites hosted on the server, I'll break the news to those webmasters probably after they call me complaining that their email/websites are down.

I'm a dick.

I've lost seven pounds since New Years. One hundred thirty-seven, if you count my ex-girlfriend. An ex-girlfriend who, by the way, is awesome for letting me keep the server here until I migrate it over to the new residence, reducing down time. An unlikely hero of the cyberworld.

It's always on the days that I need to get to work that I decide to sleep in. Total elapsed time from eyes opening in bed to ass in office chair: 37 minutes.

That Andy Richter show is the funniest goddamned show on television right now. Simpsons is funny, but worn out (and the writers know it).

If you like rap, particularly the white boyed honkified style of rap like Bloodhound Gang, Beastie Boys, Will Smith, etc... Check out Satyricon on January 14th. It's a work night, so call in sick for the 15th. The show will include Perfect in Plastic, Buttery Lords, and Cool as Cucumbers; all Portland acts. Fun!

I'm moving next Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I just found out that I'm moving my office desk as well as a lot of others on Wednesday and Thursday. Five days of moving?

Fuck. If I wanted to do manual labor, I wouldn't have gone to college.

"Gooch," you reply: "If you didn't want to do manual labor, you shouldn't have gone to Portland State."

You think you're so funny, don't you.