The Doom Song!

The fool and the wind...

2009-11-09T00:49:35Z

A fool fell in love with the wind
an eccentric breeze that brought
much comfort and solace
from the flames around him.
He whispered to it secrets,
words that no one else would know
and laughed in joy, watching
as the wind filled his sails.
In time the wind moved on.
He watched sadly as the wind
filled the sails of others
His companion was gone.
The wind fluttered about
and paid him no heed
the silence and stillness
painful, as he walked alone
he missed the wind, but the wind
did not miss him, or so it seemed,
content with the perfumes
of other suitors and sails.
He was noticed no more.
He cried out to the wind
but it paid no mind or heed
So, he walked alone, watching
as the wind blew quietly
around him, and the flames
soon, slowly consumed him.
The fool burned alone.

The Tin Man

2009-11-01T06:50:53Z

The tin man walked a long and lonely road. Many things he passed on by, ignored because they offered nothing of value. Yet, one day he stumbled upon a porcelain doll, shattered upon the ground. He looked upon her, saw her heart and fell in love. Like one caring for a bird with a broken wing, he took to her.

He did his best to piece her back together. She was missing pieces. So, with love and patience, he took some of his own pieces to put her back together, including his own heart. In time, she healed, and became a whole person.

As one, they shared some parts, but remained still as two separate individuals.

They traveled for awhile, and along the way she showed the tin man new light, and he saw more of the world around him than just the road he traveled. They learned from each other. They cared for each other, and fast became the best of friends.

Yet, a day came when she left the tin man, and lovingly he let her take those parts they shared with her. She was happy, full of a new life and freedom. Why would he take that from her? He watched her skip ahead, on his now not so lonely road. Occasionally she would come back to oil the tin man, for through his missing parts, he would quickly rust and soon stop working.

She urged him along, tried her best to help him keep up. The tin man was slow to move, rusting and missing pieces, but he kept on going. He would always be there, right beside her.

The tin man was missing parts, though not for lack of looking. He will find them again. Even though he would have a hard time finding them on his own, as he was usually left to do, he would find them again. As long as she returned from time to time to keep the tin man oiled, he would eventually find all the parts he needed, and they both could soon have a traveling companion, on this long and winding road.

New Twist

2009-10-30T04:10:56Z

So, I have posted bits and pieces to a story that has been kicking around in my head, and I have decided that I wanted it to start a little differently. So, here is a new take on the same story. It's not much at the moment, but it got the ball rolling, and that is all i was looking to do at this time.

Drake quietly swayed from side to side as the transport was tossed about from the turbulence of re-entry. The white orange embers of the burning air outside flickered by the view ports, casting a warm yet eery glow across the cabin. The cabin was strangely quiet despite the violent nature of what was occurring only a few feet away, outside the insulated hull of the earth bound transport.

Drake clutched tightly in his hands the consummation of his worldly possessions; a duffel bag with some clothes, a few books, and a singed photograph. His knuckles were white not from the fear of the descent, for he has been through more of them, most of a more violent nature than this one, then perhaps most people on earth. Drake had butterflies in his stomach. After years away at war, he was finally returning home.

It has been a long time since he has seen her face.

Drake slowly looked about the cabin, the orange glow fading, the turbulence dying down as the ship captain made his scheduled announcement. They would be landing in about 5 minutes or so. As his eyes wandered, his eyes were met by a little girl. She couldn't have been more than ten, but her gaze was steady and unwavering. Their eyes locked for a minute, and the little girl finally smiled before waving at him. Drake could feel his insides churn as he slowly closed his eyes, squeezing them tightly shut. The ghosts of faces flashing through his mind, the echoes of voices past ringing in his ears.

Every little girl is a reminder of the atrocities of war, and the things that he will have to live with for the rest of his life.

After about 12 minutes, the transport touched down on one of the many open, circular landing pads reserved for inter-station transports. There was a buzz of people around the transport as it powered down for egress, various technicians connected and disconnected various hoses and wires, getting it ready for the next run into high orbit. After a few minutes, the captain made his final announcement, and the passengers slowly made their way to the gangway that would take them to the terminal for processing.

Drake stepped outside and took a deep breath. This is the first time in many years that he has breathed real, unprocessed air. It felt good to his lungs. Though, he coughed a bit, the sudden change a shock to his system, as there was now a sudden need to re-acclimate himself to the pollutants in the air. Drake didn't care. He was home.

Drake slowly made his way through the terminal. It felt odd walking in real gravity, and would take some time getting used to. He scanned the crowds of people, and noticed the stares as he passed some people by. He subconsciously rubbed a hand over the metal jack implanted in the base of his skull, an implant reserved for a select few in the Allied Earth Defense Fleet. An implant he was sure had some bad associations here back home. He had never been uncomfortable about his implants until now, now that he was getting unwanted attention for it.

He was already starting to miss life in the fleet. At least in the fleet he had a purpose, and he was respected for what he did, and could do. With his implants and training, he could lead entire squadrons into battle with but a thought. He could hear every transmission bouncing through the air, able to respond with but a thought. He could read the surface thoughts of others, able to respond even before the enemy knew what they were going to do. He could connected directly to various weapons of war, becoming an extension of himself. He was a walking weapon of the Allied fleet. Now, he was just a normal person amongst the crowd.

Never has Drake felt so small.

He waited in line for about half an hour before he made his way to the customs desk.

"Anything to declare?" He was met by a smiling girl of about twenty years. Drake smiled back at her sheepishly. he simply shook his head as he handed her his tattered passport. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the number of planets and colonies printed on the inside. She admired it for a moment before handing it back to Drake.

"Seems your quite the traveler."

"Something like that..." Drake replied quietly. Most of those stamps had been made pre-war. Most of those places they belonged to no longer existed.

And a bit of a harbinger, he thought to himself.

The wind in my sails....

2009-10-21T23:49:28Z

Ive had a ton of time to just sit and think today. Originally, I was supposed to go hang out with some friends, and go look at some places in Milton for the near future, hang out, maybe get some food. Well, things carried on without me. I now wished I had not turned down the offer to hang out with someone else back on Monday for today, but hind sight is 20/20. Its not the first time I've had an entire day wasted, or carry on plans without me.

Anyways.....

I have recently moved into a position I have been working towards for the better part of this year. After the end of the month, I will see a sizeable increase to my income. My 401k has gained 30% this year even with the economy, and I finally have a savings account. I even have stock options with the company as of last month. ^_^ Things are finally looking up financially for me, and I hope to take things into a positive direction.

Short term I want to get my savings account over 1000 dollars, and then start another account for travelling purposes. I want to travel, if only around to other parts of the U.S [and if God willing, to fanfest in iceland next year|. I originally had planned to take other people with me in these nomadic endeavors, but it seems there is no one left to go with me. So, I suppose I shall travel solo.

There are a number of placed I would like to see... but time will tell.

I know life is not money, and this is why I can fit all that I own in my car [minus the bed]. I actually would like to start doing something for some of the less fortunate people in the area as well, but I am still waiting to see what doors open up in that area as to what to do to make an impact, or if just to help out a little.

I have also been reevaluating my friendships lately. Taking a look at how much I put into some of my relationships, and seeing how much I get back from them in return. Now, I don't ever ask for or expect anything in return, but I have discovered over the years that the amount of time or investment that is returned is usually an indicator of how strong that friendship is, or in the very least, how important your friendship is to that person. That realization is a little sobering, maybe a little sad as well, but so be it.

The wind has picked up in my sails. I have not pulled anchor yet, but when I do, I can ill afford to turn around, and I probably wont be there when some of them return to find me. I love all of my friends dearly, but I can no longer wait around to find out if the sentiment is mutual.

I don't know where I am going. I am still a broken person for reasons far too many to go into here. Yes, I am lonely most of the time... but so be it. If this is the currency of the world around me, then I have a sizeable credit to work with.

Slow day at work.....

2009-08-23T04:02:11Z

... Meanwhile in the VoIP IRC Chat.

VoIP_AWarrenfells de da de da
VoIP_AWarrenfells do doooo de do do....
VoIP_AWarrenfells Phenomenon.
10:57 CWjschrimshaw BOMP
10:58 VoIP_AWarrenfells Lol
CWjschrimshaw You know what that got stuck in my head?
CWjschrimshaw The muppets song.
VoIP_AWarrenfells XD
CWjschrimshaw Muh-nah-nah-nuh dooo dooooo dee doo doooo
VoIP_AWarrenfells I have infected your braaaaain... from across the country
VoIP_AWarrenfells I am full of win and awesome. XD

This song...

2009-08-05T00:08:07Z

I feel that this song says a lot about me in my current state of being right now, in more ways than I can describe right now

There is a time for everything, and a time will come.

Sanctus Real - Whatever you're doing.

It's time for healing time to move on
It's time to fix what's been broken too long
Time make right what has been wrong
It's time to find my way to where I belong
There's a wave that's crashing over me
All I can do is surrender

[Chorus]
Whatever you're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos somehow there's peace
It's hard to surrender to what I can't see
but I'm giving in to something heavenly

Time for a milestone
Time to begin again
Revaluate who I really am
Am I doing everything to follow your will
or just climbing aimlessly over these hills
So show me what it is you want from me
I give everything I surrender...
To...

[Chorus]

Time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out
That I've wanted to say for so many years
Time to to release all my held back tears

Whatever you're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but I believe
You're up to something bigger than me
Larger than life something heavenly

Whatever you're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but now I can see
This something bigger than me
Larger than life something heavenly
Something heavenly

It's time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out

Equalizing....

2009-08-04T08:10:55Z

So, the last few days have been a little hard for me. I can deal with breakups. I have dealt with them before, and quite honestly I have gotten numb to them over the years; however, I have a horrible separation anxiety when it comes to my friends, especially ones whom I consider close, and very dear to me. This is all for reasons that I care not to go into any real detail here, but I have a long history of many of my friends in the past eventually going away. I have lost a lot of friends, not any to negativity by one side or the other, just circumstances getting in between us, and both parties usually being pretty crappy at keeping in touch long distance. I have also had the unpleasant history of no longer being friends with nearly every single girl friend that I have had the "un-pleasure" of breaking up with. With that said, I was horrified and scared at the idea of losing Jen as a friend. As a result, I suppose I became a little clingy in that respect. Looking back, I see that most of my reactions to the whole situation were just that, reactionary, and probably poorly judged ones at that. Yet, in my defense, I was scared, full of anxiety about the matter, and I don't deal well with either.

Now that we, well I, have had some time to sit back and reflect on the whole situation, I am a lot more calm and rational about the whole situation. I know that she is still my friend, but my self proclaimed need to be around her so much was not allowing her to deal with her side of the breakup. Even though I probably took it the worst out of the both of us, I would be dumb and blind to think that this didn't cause her any hurt or pain throughout the ordeal.

All in all, I would like to apologize to anyone I may have come off sideways, off kilter, or however you want to put it, towards, for I was not myself. I was having too many emotional associations with Baltimore, and if you don't know what that means, ask me about it sometime, though it is not something I wish to go into too much detail here. Mostly though, I would like to apologize to Jen. I made this whole thing a lot harder on her than it needed to be, and I feel absolutely horrible for it.

If anyone would be so kind as to point her towards this whole post, because she is ignoring me right now, and I can't say I blame her. Just tell her to come and read it... my Journal is open to the public.

All in all, I would just like things to go back to the way they were, as friends... I miss my best friend.

Anyways, I hope everyone is doing well.

Drake Morello

2009-07-30T07:54:05Z

So, there is a character that I have been tossing around for awhile. He is a part of an ongoing story that has been unfolding quietly in my head, one of several actually. It is hard to explain when you have a character of your own that you have birthed in your imagination, that needs to be freed by being written. It sounds weird, perhaps a little odd until you start writing it.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have an over active imagination.

Anyways, this is a rough draft beginning of a story that I would like to start writing for one of those characters in my head. More detail will be added later on, but I have the basic image rolled out... as it were.

5:25 AM

Drake woke with a shriek, confused, covered in sweat. He breathed rapidly for a few moments before consciousness kicked in. His eyes darted around the room frantically looking for what it was that had pulled him from the dead of sleep, but there was nothing there. It was just a dream, another nightmare. The nightmares became more frequent before a job. He never remembers what they are about, what happens, or even what scares him so horribly in his sleep that he awakes in a sweat soaked panic, he only knows the sense of fear and loneliness that welcomes him on the other side.

He stares down at his right hand, clutching tightly at the sheet. His eyes lingered for a moment before sharply looking away, feeling foolish at his moment of weakness. At one time, there had been a hand thereto comfort him through the moments of blind terror as the nightmares took hold. Most of the time, her just being there was enough to keep them at bay. But, it has been a year now, and he still has never really gotten used to her not being there any more. Perhaps he never will. He has not known a peaceful night's sleep since she left him. Who could love a monster like him?

Drake has gotten used to the idea of being alone, but every day he dies a little inside. There is only so much separation a man can take, from friends, from family, from loved ones, and he knows that eventually it will kill him, if his job doesn't find him in the grave first. Nothing scares him more than the idea of dying alone. Its his one true self recognized weakness, and he dreads it every day.

He lets go of the sheet, rubbing the sleep and sweat from his eyes. He squints over at the alarm clock, the bright red numbers barely dancing into focus, telling him that he has a few hours before he needs to be out the door. He stumbles to his feet, grabbing his gun, and his suit.

It was going to be an interesting morning.

7:15 AM

Drake walks quietly with the flow, a river of human pedestrians moving quietly down the sidewalk. People are moving about their daily routines, heading to work, heading home, or making their way to run some errands. He blended in effortlessly, a practiced action that took no effort on his part, disappearing amongst the crowd, being seen only when he wished to be.

Drake was sharply dressed in his usual black Armani Suit. A red tie jumped out in stark contrast to the sharp whites and blacks he usually wore. His watchful eyes, well hidden beneath a shiny black pair of wrap around sunglasses, darting from person to person, studying everyone. His gait was even, purposeful, and calculated. His right hand hovered down at his side, ever ready to draw death upon the faces of those who would oppose him.

Every person he passed was nothing more than a number, a statistic, or a person waiting to become a statistic, whether by his hand or through a fate beyond his control. Numbers could be changed, calculated, and rewritten, and if necessary, erased. He added the crowd quietly in the back of his mind, waiting for the answer to someday make sense.

Numbers were impersonal, and he preferred it that way. The last time someone became more than a number, he almost came undone.

8:03 AM

Bruno's was a little sidewalk cafe on a little side street off the main road. It was quiet, and somewhat out of the way from the every day foot traffic, and often frequented by people for a nice and relatively quiet lunch, or cup of coffee. The food here was actually quite tasty, run by a french immigrant who happened to make the best pastries on this side of town.

Drake loved the bagels.

Drake sipped his latte quietly as he read the finance section of today's paper, discreetly peering over the paper through dark sunglasses at a man two tables away. The man didn't appear out of the ordinary, wearing a cheap blue italian suit, a black imitation leather briefcase sitting on the ground next to his chair. He quietly stuffed his face with a donut or two as he too read the finance page. Yet, for whatever reason, Drake's clients wanted this man dead.

Questions could get a man killed in some lines of work.

Drake quietly pushed his own briefcase back under his chair with his foot, quietly sipping his latte again, finishing up the last of his bagel. He moved his attention for a moment to a couple sitting at the table next to his mark. It was a young couple, maybe in thier early twenties. They seemed happy. He watched them for a moment, thier body language, thier expressions, thier actions.

They were in love.

Drake tried to smile at the idea, but he couldn't. Love, to Drake, was such a horrible thing. It makes you vulnerable. It means that someone has the power to get inside you and mess you up. Many people spend a lifetime building up all kinds of defenses so that nothing can hurt them, and then one stupid little thing happens, a person wanders into your life. You give a piece of yourself to that person. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own any more. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you, eats you, and then leaves you crying alone in the darkness. So simple a phrase as 'lets just be friends' or 'I don't think we should see each other any more' turns into a splinter, slowly working its way into your heart. It hurts a lot. It is not just the imagination or the mind, but it is a real gets inside you and rips you apart at the soul, hurt.

Drake hates love.

He finished his bagel. He stood up and tipped his waitress, asking for a refill. After she wandered into the back of the store where she would be out of the way, Drake started down the sidewalk at a brisk pace. After he had rounded the corner, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

Drake didn't hear the explosion, or hear the resulting sirens responding to the sudden, and seemingly random carnage the just unfolded at a quiet sidewalk cafe down the road. No, Drake was thinking of her, the one woman who saw who he was. He loved her, and she left him. Every day was a struggle, but somehow his job helped him cope with the pain. He soon lost himself amidst his thoughts as he rounded another corner, and was soon likewise lost amongst the crowd of pedestrians, nearly oblivious to what had unfolded only a block away.

He would later find out that the young couple survived the explosion, having left moments before the device in his breifcase went off. He hated the idea that only one of them may have survived, hoping that they either both perished or survived through the explosion. The pain of separation from a loved one is almost too unbearable.

The man in the cheap Italian suit was not so lucky.

What literary character are you test?

2009-07-25T05:19:16Z

So, I took a random test on Facebook, and I must say, I have to agree with the description. It is pretty accurate.

Adam completed the quiz "What Famous Literary Character Are You?" with the result Jane Eyre from, well... Jane Eyre!.

You are Jane Eyre from Charlotte Bronte's classic masterpiece. You spend much of your life torn between the desires of your heart and the choices you feel are most logical. You're a smart person who is very resilient, romantic, strong, and forgiving. You have a lot of love to offer people, if they're willing to look past your eccentricities to find it. You spend much of your time in a state of humble, thoughtful silence, yet you're not afraid to get assertive when the situation calls for it. You've never been one to conform to society's rules, even if that means making unpopular decisions. People will try to change you, but you'll never let them. Above all else, you're a Romantic with your own set of beliefs and desires. In the end, everyone knows you're going to make the right decision..

Go figure...

I am going to have to look for the book now so I can read it.

So, the road so far.

2009-07-25T04:00:48Z

Given that I have a lot less to do lately, I have started poking into various certification paths to see what direction I may be able to take myself career wise. Recently, I have been studying for the CCENT/CCNA certification; however, after taking a number or practice exams for the network+ certification, I have realized that I nearly know almost all the material necessary for that exam, as I easily passed all of the practice exams. Now, yes, I know they are just practice exams, but a Network+ study guide will surely, and easily fill in the blanks.

Once I acquire this piece of paper, I am considering either moving on to finish cramming for the CCENT, and then the CCNA after that, or perhaps the Convergence+ certification, as that covers a lot more networking stuff, as well as VoIP and SIP routing. Which, would be beneficial to me now, and in the long run, as I have recently been moved up to the VoIP support team at work.

In all of this, the hard part is coming up with the money. The books are not cheap, and the exams are a couple hundred each, easily. So, I suppose right now all I can do is work towards that first book, and hope the funds for the test will come along in the next 6 months, or sooner, because I know I can pass that exam. I am comfortable with the idea without even having looked at the book yet.

I like the company I work with, and really don't wish to leave them any time soon, as they are quickly going in many directions, and I would like to see where they go. On the same token however, I am not one to remain idle for long, and expect, no, demand to see some advancement opportunities in the future, or I may have to find someone else who is willing to pay rightly for my services in the IT field.

With that said, the target income ranges from 40k-80k a year with the right pieces of paper, and experience to back them up.

Anyways, this is what has been on my mind recently.

Just say no.

2009-07-25T03:09:03Z

'Nuff said. :P

Apologies

2009-07-23T11:09:24Z

To anyone I called or texted last night/this morning, I am sorry. I had some kind of night terror, and was pulled full out of sleep, and into a full on panic for no apparent reason whatsoever. The only other time this happened [That I can recall], a friend of mine was killed in South Florida. I guess I was just scared something happened to one of you... that is the only thing I can figure.

Again, my apologies if I disturbed, or woke any of you up, as I have no exact recollection of who I called.

Tiesto - In my memory [Lyrics]

2009-07-23T05:17:13Z

Song: http://www.last.fm/music/Tiësto/_/In+My+Memory?autostart

That summer, we talked endlessly
always, about everything,
fusion, nothing new for you
i felt, hey, under and, cool breezes
the heavenly

face me, sitting in my memory,
hold me, i remember
face me, sitting in my memory,
hold me, i remember

and we argue, constantly
disagree, about everything
distance, nothing new for me
i feel uneasy, under this thing
thoughts away
the heavenly

face me, sitting in my memory,
hold me, i remember
face me, sitting in my memory,
hold me, i remember
i remember

and darkness falls in my eyes
and days are far from rosy now
and if i asked for the sky
would you still shelter me
when the sky falls

i remember
i remember

face me, sitting in my memory,
hold me, i remember
face me, hidden in my memory,
hold me, i remember
i remember
sitting in my memory
i remember

Good rules to follow.

2009-07-22T03:48:48Z

I found this quote from H.Jackson Brown, and thought it worthy of mentioning.

1. Don't do anything that wouldn't make your Mom proud.
2. Work at something you enjoy and that's worthy of your time and talent.
3. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
4. Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
5. Be forgiving of yourself and others.
6. Be generous.
7. Have a grateful heart.
8. Persistence, persistence, persistence.
9. Discipline yourself to save money on even the most modest salary.
10. Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated.
11. Commit yourself to constant improvement.
12. Commit yourself to quality.
13. Understand that happiness is not based on possessions, power or prestige, but on relationship with people you love and respect.
14. Be loyal.
15. Be honest.
16. Be a self-starter.
17. Be decisive even it it means you'll sometimes be wrong.
18. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life.
19. Be bold and courageous. When you look back on your life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the ones you did.
20. Take good care of those you love.

I had a good day.

2009-07-21T03:21:09Z

So, I had an exceedingly good day at work today. I have started working on a new team, full of cool and competent people. I get to sit next to, and work in close quarters with our level 2 techs [who are all also really cool as well], and I get to take about half the call volume.

All of this makes me really happy. Most of today was sitting, learning and reading, and watching other people work. :-)

I got off work and attempted to find someone to hang out with, as it is a rare occasion that I am in such a good mood, so I wanted someone to share it with with someone else and hang out....

... aaaaand no response, or everyone was busy. Ok... fine. Ill be happy by myself. :P

As a side note, if anyone would like to make plans that would include me from time to time [whether I can go or not, I mean just the thought that someone even bothered to consider me is nice enough], that would be awesome. :D Otherwise, Ill just be over here. :P No negativity, or hard feelings... Im in a good mood... I am just saying. :-)

Oh, and I got the schedule I wanted. I will be working 130 to midnight, and I get Sunday -Tuesday off. Yay. \o/

Paint Tool SAI is teh shiznit!

2009-07-18T20:43:34Z

So, I know that recently I said I would start playing with new mediums, but I never did get around to it. Though, what I DID end up doing is trying to make good use of my scanner.

I got bored at work one day and started to doodle and came up with the picture that wasn't half bad. I ended up inking it, scanning it, and it ended up turning into my latest deviation called vagabond. I learned a lot of little thing through my process of trial and error in making that picture, things I need to do differently, things to avoid next time, and some spiffy effects and ways to create texture I will save and remember for next time.

One thing that is really cool is the Paint Tool SAI, introduced to me by parchmentheron. I really like how organic the brushes and tools feel when you are using them, and lends themselves towards a more natural and less digital feel when using them. I am excited, and am scrambling for another picture idea. Though, when and if another one comes, we shall have to wait and see. My ideas seem to come in two year intervals. LOL

Art tiems nau!

2009-07-18T18:08:59Z

So, I have had my scanner since last Christmas, and I just never got around to using it. Well, I decided to get off my duff and try and get one of these pictures out of my head. This is my first attempt at anything in the digital realm, and I am pleased with how it turned out. ^_^

Dear flist

2009-07-16T21:18:25Z

It seems that through my words, actions, or lack thereof, I have managed to anger and offend someone very close to me. As a result, I have been put in my place publicly, embarrassed, and I likely deserved it.

This was never my intention.

I fear I have irreparably damaged something precious to me, and all I can say for it is that I am sorry. I hope you will forgive me, but I won't expect it.

I know, words are just words, so I will leave it at that.

Can you Tri Force?

2009-07-16T08:11:52Z

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Angels deserve to fly

2009-07-09T15:28:03Z

A man found an angel
Her wings clipped, and
a face full of tears.
He held her close, and kept
her warm amidst the chills
of brokenheartedness, and pain.
In time he fell in love again.
But soon the angel found her wings
and left again, for better things
taking his heart, he gave to her.
He fell and lay there, watching
waiting till the end of days
staring at the feathers
she left behind.

The Internet is my Home.

2009-06-16T01:05:46Z

Slashdot

2009-06-14T01:31:41Z

After numerous attempts, I finally got an article posted on Slashdot. ^_^

http://tech.slashdot.org/story/09/06/13/2310204/Twitter-Twitpocalypse-Snags-Mac-iPhone-Apps

Sometimes I forget

2009-06-13T17:44:04Z

Happiness is a choice. I seemed to have forgotten that over the last couple of weeks, and I have no idea why. I don't know what I was caught up in, or why I was being all down on myself. I made some of you unhappy from it, and I am sorry.

Happy tiems nau. ^_^

Kid Smote by Meteorite.

2009-06-13T17:10:29Z

Found the article on slashdot, and followed it back to original article. I don't suppose this kid will ever win the lottery now, as he has used up all his "luck".

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/scienceandtechnology/science/space/5511619/14-year-old-hit-by-30000-mph-space-meteorite.html

Welcome to the Internet.

2009-06-12T01:28:38Z

Jenna found this on the interwebs, and I can't help but agree with every word. Personally, I find it amusing, and wish some of my customer's would read it.

No one here likes you.

We're going to offend, insult, abuse, and belittle the living hell out of you. And when you rail against us with "F*** YOU YOU GEEK WIMP SKATER GOTH LOSER PUNK FAG!1!!", we smile to ourselves. We laugh at you because you don't get it. Then we turn up the heat, hoping to draw more entertainment from your irrational fuming.

We will judge you, and we will find you unworthy. It is a trial by fire, and we won't even think about turning down the flames until you finally understand.

Some of you are smart enough to realize that, when you go online, it's like entering a foreign country ... and you know better than to ignorantly fuck with the locals. You take the time to listen and think before speaking. You learn, and by learning are gladly welcomed.

For some of you, it takes a while, then one day it all dawns on you - you get it, and are welcomed into the fold.

Some of you give up, and we breathe a sigh of relief - we didn't want you here anyway. And some of you just never get it. The offensively clueless have a special place in our hearts - as objects of ridicule. We don't like you, but we do love you.

You will get mad. You will tell us to go to hell, and call us "nerds" and "geeks". Don't bother ... we already know exactly what we are. And, much like the way hardcore rap has co-opted the word "nigger", turning an insult around on itself to become a semiserious badge of honor, so have we done.

"How dare you! I used to beat the crap out of punks like you in high school/college!" You may have owned the playing field because you were an athlete. You may have owned the student council because you were more popular. You may have owned the hallways and sidewalks because you were big and intimidating. Well, welcome to our world.

Things like athleticism, popularity, and physical prowess mean nothing here. We place no value on them ... or what car you drive, the size of your bank account, what you do for a living or where you went to school.

Allow us to introduce you to the concept of a "meritocracy" - the closest thing to a form of self-government we have. In The United Meritocratic nation-states of the Internet, those who can do, rule. Those who wish to rule, learn. Everyone else watches from the stands.

You may posses everything in the off-line world. We don't care. You come to the Internet penniless, lacking the only thing of real value here: knowledge.

"Who cares? The Internet isn't real anyway!" This attitude is universally unacceptable. The Internet is real. Real people live behind those handles and screen names. Real machines allow it to exist. It's real enough to change government policy, real enough to feed the world's hungry, and even, for some of us, real enough to earn us a paycheck. Using your own definition, how "real" is your job? Your stock portfolio? Your political party? What is the meaning of "real", anyway?

Do I sound arrogant? Sure ... to you. Because you probably don't get it yet.

If you insist on staying, then, at the very least, follow this advice:

1) No one, ESPECIALLY YOU, will make any law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

2) Use your brain before ever putting fingers to keys.

3) Do you want a picture of you getting anally raped by Bill Clinton while you're performing oral sex on a cow saved to hundreds of thousands of people's hard drives? No? Then don't put your fucking picture on the Internet. We can, will, and probably already HAVE altered it in awful ways. Expect it to show up on an equally offensive website.

4) Realize that you are never, EVER going to get that, or any other, offensive web page taken down. Those of us who run those sites LIVE to piss off people like you. Those of us who don't run those sites sometimes visit them just to read the hatemail from fools like you.

5) Oh, you say you're going to a lawyer? Be prepared for us to giggle with girlish delight, and for your lawyer to laugh in your face after he explains current copyright and parody law.

6) The Web is not the Internet. Stop referring to it that way.

7) We have already received the e-mail you are about to forward to us. Shut up.

8) Don't reply to spam. You are not going to be "unsubscribed".

9) Don't ever use the term "cyberspace" (only William Gibson gets to say that, and even he hasn't really used it for two or three books now). Likewise, you prove yourself a marketing-hype victim if you ever use the term "surfing".

10) With one or two notable exceptions, chat rooms will not get you laid.

11) It's a hoax, not a virus warning.

12) The internet is made up of thousands of computers, all connected but owned by different people. Learn how to use *your* computer before attempting to connect it to someone else's.

13) The first person who offers to help you is really just trying to fuck with you for entertainment. So is the second. And the third. And me.

14) Never insult someone who's been active in any group longer than you have. You may as well paint a damn target on your back.

15) Never get comfortable and arrogant behind your supposed mask of anonymity. Don't be surprised when your name, address, and home phone number get thrown back in your smug face. Hell, some of us will snail-mail you a printed satellite photograph of your house to drive the point home. Realize that you are powerless if this happens ... it's all public information, and information is our stock and trade.

16) No one thinks you are as cool as you think you are.

17) You aren't going to win any argument that you start.

18) If you're on AOL, don't worry about anything I've said here. You're already a fucking laughing stock, and there's no hope for you.

19) If you can't take a joke, immediately sell your computer to someone who can. RIGHT NOW.

Pissed off? It's the TRUTH, not these words, that hurts your feelings. Don't ever even pretend like I've gone & hurt them.

We don't like you. We don't want you here. We never will. Save us all the trouble and go away.