release me
from this hell i am in
i cant not stop
cannot begin
my eyes bulge
my legs are thin
i cannot die
no next of kin
none knows
where ive been
sad picture hangs next to me
and it shows
all
sins
So Jabba and I got rear-ended today. Jabba was really concerned about what had happened.
I was at a stop light preparing to turn right, inching forward in to traffic on 41st south. I had noted the car behind me a minute before hand, as is my custom to do so when driving. Well, as I was getting ready to go in to traffic I heard a horn honk, and maybe 15 seconds later I heard and felt my car get the slightest bump from behind.
I pulled on to the shoulder on the street I was going on to anyway, and opened my glovebox to get my insurance info and noticed a lot of commotion in the car behind me. I realized what was happening and chuckled a little bit at the stupidity and got out of my car to go talk to the other driver, who was a young teenage girl with a car full of young teenagers. I asked if she had noticed any damage from the accident, she had an old Toyota, and I couldn’t really tell if it had been damaged. She said no, it’s just a plastic bumper anyway. I looked long and hard at my bumper.
The kicker is, she seemed certain she had messed it up, which wasn’t so. I’ve been rear-ended about 4 times by now, I guess, I was only driving like 3 of those times, and it has always been the case that I’m at a stop and some moron female rolls in to me at an idle speed. Anyway, so I said, my bumper’s already messed up, and it doesn’t look any more messed up and she seemed to really ease up. I asked if everybody was ok and we agreed that it was ‘all good’ as we say in my hood. She also noted that I went to the same high school, to which I responded, ‘like a million years ago.’
Yeah, so that’s my rear-ending story. Everybody screws up to some degree, at that age, and it isn’t really something you should beat yourself up about.
Sukie, and my co-workers think that I should have been super-pissed and whatnot, but I pretty much wasn’t. Sukie didn’t even beleive me when I called her and told her what happened.
Jabba wanted to inspect the rear end of my car immediately, which I indulged his curiousity and let him check it out. He remarked, ‘it’s dusty’, to which I promptly ushered his smart-ass in to grandma’s haus.
Oh, and me and video games got back together, for an hour. Video games must have realized that it was holding on by a thread and gave me two very clean victories on Battle.net against armies of the Undead. Each opponent seemed capable, I moved with lightning speed to build up a patrol to level up my Heroes, and whipped out my standard battalions of Preists and Dwarven Mortar Squads (MORTAR COMBAT!)
My second opponent must have realized what a danger my 4 mortar squads were because he just about killed all of them. The cost for ignoring my platoons of Knights, Foot Soldiers and Dwarven Riflemen was his entire squad. A human paladin easily trumps a Death Knight – the death knight gets hurt by the paladin’s heal ability 😛
Anyway, yeah, now if I could only beat up Night Elves – I swear I hate the bloody night elves …
One of my best moments of 2005 was making my mom chuckle when she wasn’t having a good day. She was over at my house, I forget why, and she was upset, and in my co-lamentation, I said, “when they gonna let our people be?” The irony of course, is that I said it as though we were the members of a persecuted race, and she had to chuckle.
To paraphrase Lord Buddha, “To desire is to suffer,” and I’m sure if you ain’t suffering, then you’re enlightened, in some form or another. When will they let our people be? I wager, the grass will be greener on the other side until such a time comes that we can’t see the other side. Even still, I try to fathom that some technology will come forth to appease all of mankind’s desires, but such a thing is impossible to invent, isn’t it?
Economics teaches us that you can’t be better off without making someone else worse off , and that trying to be better off isn’t really a selfish act, though it can be.
Anyway, on the subject of suffering, sources confirmed earlier the allegations that theorb77 has a new job, which means, you know, he’ll get a spot in the Smithsonian next to Harriet Tubman and her underground railroad, either that, or next to Fonzie’s jacket. Ask theorb77, he can show the scars of the shackles.
I asserted to Sukie my desire to build a computer so fast it will ‘blow clothes off of women’, in my late-night pseudo grammar. My own computer is a tempestuous beast that refuses to behave like the other computers. I used to think it was such a fast little beastie, and now it has slowed down and can be occasionally heard to moan in a most disconcerting manner.
There was a time I held my computer in high esteem – this was before it became, like me, a dented, bent, slow hunk of dumb mass.
Well, it’s been a day without a video game. I did dishes, I did some laundry, I picked up some garbage. I returned some videos. I took a shower.
I didn’t play a game. It was boring.
I was just finishing up the dishes when Sukie came home for lunch. She took me to a Chinese place down the street. I didn’t eat much.
She did, though, and she vomited later, so she tells me through email. That sucks. I hate throwing up 🙁 So I have filled my belly with some Chex mix in the hopes of drowning out any possible fires in my belly.
I have forsaken video games.
It’s true. Sukie and I just had a fight and it occurred to me that she percieves me as a stupid, white, fat, lazy dumb video game junkie who doesn’t do anything around the house. She’s right. When in the grips of an addiction, there is a time when the addiction feels right – like feeding it is your purpose in life, and perhaps you do derive a fair ammount of pleasure from it.
But when your wife is crying and not happy because you’re not keeping up on your end of the household tasks, the addiction is hurting you.
There will be a day when I play video games again, but I don’t think it will be for a while. Sukie’s not happy, I’m not happy, and life’s just too short.
I love you, Sukie 🙂
Oh tis horrible that theorb77 hath been felled by that terrible beast, the MMORPG. Oh woe is me, that his income from his work at the Heart of Darkness would be pilfered away in to the vaccuous depths of corporate pockets, creating a cycle of hate and unhappiness.
Why, why, why? Can no one help him? Is there naught to be done?
theorb77, I am sending a team of covert GRUES to devour you in your sleep.
Here’s a screenshot of the result of my decryption functions. This was only possible because someone already brute-forced the first two sections and figured out the keyword used to encrypt the message.
I keep wondering why I’m so interested in this particular puzzle. It is very bizarre, and I think I just like a good puzzle.
p.s. – I should also mention that I finally beat a human player at WarCraft 3. Yay!
I started writing a decipher algorythm for a Vigenere cipher, the kind of cipher used on the Kryptos statue at the CIA headquarters in Langley, VA. I’ve been reading a lot about cryptography, especially as it relates to this particular puzzle.
Altogether, it’s the first cryptography programming I’ve done, and it’s pretty interesting stuff. Massive string manipulation, I must say 🙂
So my son has the Chicken Pox. He’s handling it like a real trooper 🙂
theorb77 hung out with us last night and we watched Super Troopers. The movie just felt like it was lacking something. Overall, the premise of ‘something bad is going to happen if we don’t do something soon’ inevitably leads to something bad happening, and the protagonists of the story coming through at the end to save the day! Wowzers! Without all the adult jokes, it could have been the plot of a Disney movie – it kind of had a cheesy, half-baked feel to it that is reminiscent of any of those Disney live action, made for kids because kids aren’t hyper-critical of cheesy performances.
So I’ve been trying to play WarCraft III lately. Trying is the keyword here. I have realized that I am over-analyzing the entire thing, but I can’t really just thing strategically. The whole thing is basically just preparing to stop the waves of attacks while at the same time plotting a wave of attack that won’t be countered.
I have tried to get ‘good’ at WC3 before, but I have always failled – but the fact that some people are actually good at WC3 propels me to beleive that it is not an impossible task.
Oh by the way, new layout! I updated it a few days ago.
Ok, I’ve listened to this song for the 93rd time, so it’s time to dump the lyrics on here:
(Zero-7 : In the waiting line)
Wait in line
Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop
Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Do you believe
In what you see
There doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see
Nine to five
Living lies
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can
Woooohh
Do you believe
In what you feel
It doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see
Ah and I’ll shout and I’ll scream
But I’d rather not have seen
And i’ll hide away for another day
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see
Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can
Ah, good old lyric spew. If y’all need to chill out a bit (and we all do), maybe you should put on this little diddy.
