Saturday, October 11, 2008
Audio Moblog
UPDATE 10-12-08: I don't remember calling this in, nor have I listened to it yet. I leave this to you, the reader/listener as an unfiltered post. You deserve it.
I'm coming home soon. The cat as been looked after and fed.
I've discovered that bloody marys are not just a breakfast drink. You can, in fact, enjoy them for lunch, dinner, or even a midnight snack. Fun!
This is the first time I've touched a computer for 48 hours. Felt good. I did hover over my Palm a bit.
I'm refreshed. Looking forward to work, a feeling I seldom, you know, feel.
gooch:out
Friday, October 10, 2008
Morning Wood...
Successors to the Whores Next Door?
Now that Hef has had to cut back on "staff" at the Playboy Mansion (obviously meaning his three, ahem, girlfriends who are exiting stage: right) he's tapping (ahem, again) a pair of 19 year old twins to take over.
Now that Hef has had to cut back on "staff" at the Playboy Mansion (obviously meaning his three, ahem, girlfriends who are exiting stage: right) he's tapping (ahem, again) a pair of 19 year old twins to take over.
gooch:out
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Idea for my next birthday cake...
A Motherboard Cake. I want this. Someone work on it. You've got six months and 10 days.
I think I'm just going to rip everything off from Geekologie today. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Not so much plagiarism. I digress.
I'm so fucking stressed right now. If I could somehow get a back rub, a foot massage and smoke a joint while someone blows me, it might put a dent in my tenseness.
Even if I wasn't stressed, wow... how cool would that be!
I need a vacation.
goochout.
This is why I'm not rich...
...Because I bitch about things and don't try to come up with a solution.
Enter: Google Mail Goggles (Wired)
(Google's product site, click HERE)
Taking tomorrow off. I've been doing 12 hour days all week. I capped it with a 9pm soccer game last night. I haven't had time to do anything cool to write about. I'll resort to gratuitous sex (which is how I like to start my weekends anyway...):
peace.
gooch.
out.
Enter: Google Mail Goggles (Wired)
(Google's product site, click HERE)
Taking tomorrow off. I've been doing 12 hour days all week. I capped it with a 9pm soccer game last night. I haven't had time to do anything cool to write about. I'll resort to gratuitous sex (which is how I like to start my weekends anyway...):
peace.
gooch.
out.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
I'm a legend in my spare time...
Too bad I don't have any. Every customer that forgot about me over the summer has called me in the last two days - with emergencies. I'm waking up, working on systems remotely, then working with Greg at his office, then for a computer shop, then my personal customers in the evening. I'm handling things well, but I don't like to be this organized and responsible. Vacation coming soon. Will be nice.
My PS3 is awesome. I'm in the process of copying bootleg movies to its hard drive. I like using a joystick as a remote control. I haven't purchased a gaming console since 1993 (Sega Genesis, which I still have).
goochout.
That's it? That's your fucking post? That's what people tune in to read?
Sorry, I don't have much to write about. No adventures as of late, really.
What happened to you? You used to have a life... You used to have sex with women without knowing or caring about their last name. Or real name for that matter. You were an inspiration to fat guys everywhere in proving that personality and $80 worth of top shelf drinks could get you a hand job in a parking lot. You were an icon who had to tone down the shit he wrote about on his website. Now you're almost in a position where you need to exaggerate your daily goings on.
I don't know... I've grown up a bit? I still lack the ability to have one drink somewhere. I still have a knack for turning a simple drink into an eight hour work night bender. Should I write about that?
For starters...
I can't remember what happens then. Maybe a fleeting blur of a dry hump or a make out session. I never know the details.
Jesus, you suck.
Be nice.
Why don't you shut down the site until you grow a pair of sizable balls. Until you do, forget the "gooch" shit, call yourself "John" and go back to wetting the bed.
I think we're done here.
Oh... we were done by the first paragraph. Asshole.
Later.
Fuck off.
That's unnecessary.
Whatever.
I write this shit, I get the last word.
Why's that? Why can't I get the last word?
Because I'm writing this... I created you. I write everything you say.
Good point.
We're done. Again.
My PS3 is awesome. I'm in the process of copying bootleg movies to its hard drive. I like using a joystick as a remote control. I haven't purchased a gaming console since 1993 (Sega Genesis, which I still have).
goochout.
That's it? That's your fucking post? That's what people tune in to read?
Sorry, I don't have much to write about. No adventures as of late, really.
What happened to you? You used to have a life... You used to have sex with women without knowing or caring about their last name. Or real name for that matter. You were an inspiration to fat guys everywhere in proving that personality and $80 worth of top shelf drinks could get you a hand job in a parking lot. You were an icon who had to tone down the shit he wrote about on his website. Now you're almost in a position where you need to exaggerate your daily goings on.
I don't know... I've grown up a bit? I still lack the ability to have one drink somewhere. I still have a knack for turning a simple drink into an eight hour work night bender. Should I write about that?
For starters...
I can't remember what happens then. Maybe a fleeting blur of a dry hump or a make out session. I never know the details.
Jesus, you suck.
Be nice.
Why don't you shut down the site until you grow a pair of sizable balls. Until you do, forget the "gooch" shit, call yourself "John" and go back to wetting the bed.
I think we're done here.
Oh... we were done by the first paragraph. Asshole.
Later.
Fuck off.
That's unnecessary.
Whatever.
I write this shit, I get the last word.
Why's that? Why can't I get the last word?
Because I'm writing this... I created you. I write everything you say.
Good point.
We're done. Again.
Monday, October 06, 2008
[singing] 'Cause you had a bad day...
From CNN...
Car backs over ticketing officer's car (CNN Video):
I'm out. Peace, fuckers.
Car backs over ticketing officer's car (CNN Video):
I'm out. Peace, fuckers.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
PS3
In the tradition of purchasing home entertainment equipment to ease the pain of being, well, me... I purchased a PS3 today.
Ironically, I don't really plan on playing video games with it. Since I installed the device an hour ago, I've used it to browse the internet (I have a wireless mouse and keyboard), watch DIVX movies like Dark Knight (thanks Q-Ball), and streamed music and porn from my computer upstairs.
I'll probably buy a copy of Grand Theft Auto IV. Because I love that shit.
The PS3 does everything that the PC I had installed on the TV downstairs did, and better. Best purchase I've made.
Consumer therapy: never underestimate its value.
goochout.
Ironically, I don't really plan on playing video games with it. Since I installed the device an hour ago, I've used it to browse the internet (I have a wireless mouse and keyboard), watch DIVX movies like Dark Knight (thanks Q-Ball), and streamed music and porn from my computer upstairs.
I'll probably buy a copy of Grand Theft Auto IV. Because I love that shit.
The PS3 does everything that the PC I had installed on the TV downstairs did, and better. Best purchase I've made.
Consumer therapy: never underestimate its value.
goochout.