- Hello, Internets. I am alive after yesterdays mis-adventures. I have come to work despite that it’s lovely outside. How are you, today? #
- My Twitemperature is a cold 48°F (9°C)! http://twitemperature.com/dharmabob #
- Taking a break at work. Should have DayQuilled up. Lethargy and general shittiness. However! Wearing my Jesus Loves you shirt. #
- That’s a smart five year old.
# - http://twitpic.com/1rci9 – #
- A little Three Girl Rhumba to say hello with/at/by. How’s everyone been? ♫ http://blip.fm/~2jw3w #
- What We Do Is Secret. It’s what we don’t do that really scares the shit out of some y’all. The Germs- ♫ http://blip.fm/~2jxe9 #
Monthly Archive for February, 2009
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- I am done with web design for the night. Need to harass my host for some access. Too sick and tired to do any more shit tonight. #
- Back outside to smoke. Note: find shirt for wedding tomorrow. Set alarm. Must shower and shave. #
- Wondering if I should get up earlier and go to work in am before going to the city. I’ve been out for two days, shit may be piling up. #
- Heading off to bed. Should have been there a while ago. Drive safe, eat right and help stranded folk with wounded cars when you can. #
- Goodnight Internets, and I hope the rest of your evening is safe and uneventful @Aluciel. #
- Two days after her Dr’s appointment. Strep throat! Hooray! If I get fucking strep, I’ll give her my plague. Good morning, internets. #
- Okay. Made it down to Queens. Waiting on Irish folk. Cold meds starting to fail. Hang in there you bastard! #
- http://twitpic.com/1q8wh – Josh, the groom on his wedding day. Dressed so fucking suave! ;p #
- Congrats to Terrence & Vlada! Another Kenniff is born! George Michael Kenniff, welcome to Earth! Enjoy! (But don’t drink the water! ;p) #
- http://twitpic.com/1q99h – The blushing bride, Jess! #
- http://twitpic.com/1qauj – The Happy Couple. Couple of what? I dunno. ;p #
- You can’t fight city hall, but you can come and get married there. Pics being uploaded to facebook in semi-real time. #
- More wedding day pics on my facebook. Will twitpic some later. #
- Both weddings done and on facebook. As I said, will post flickr & twitpic later. #
- Stranded in SOHO. Those fucking fuckers! Nah, they went to get the car. Walked a mile wrong direction, and too many for my ass in the cab. #
- And, no I was not with them when they parked the car. I still know my way around the city. I should have asked for their fucking ticket! #
- Just realized, they could potentially get lost looking for me. Josh should be able to get them to me. Should have left them my BB w/ the GPS #
- Tweeting from NYC. @sleepjunky, just gone 4pm. Not likely to be back in time for The Wall at UPAC. @ Red, I will explain later. Fuck! Rain? #
- And no @evablue, I ain’t taking my clothes off in NYC. Even New Yorker’s ain’t ready for that shit! #
- Last tweet may have been early. Twitpic not posted yet. #
- Yeaaah. They’re fucking lost. It will continue to be funny until drizzle turns to rain.
# - The frequent, frantic phone calls of assurance also help keep me amused. #
- Yo. I just mugged some sasquatch looking motherfucker for his BlackBerry. What the fuck is twitter? #
- Nah. I was kidding. Still me! ;p #
- In the car! #
- http://twitpic.com/1qivi – Where they at? #
- http://twitpic.com/1qjrs – Safe? #
- http://twitpic.com/1qkzc – Sasquatch lost in NYC!? @evablue@Aluciel #
- http://twitpic.com/1qkzr – Where they at? #
- Fact: People should sleep for 8 hours each night. Every hour less than that, God kills a puppy. Goodnight, Internets. I’m saving puppies. #
- Good morning, Internets. Called out sick to work. Twice. The first time was imaginary, and probably more valid than the second. But I live. #
- At McD’s, getting sick kid some food. #
- It’s Woot day. TV, USB Stewie and the pen/tablet thing arrived. Still waiting on iPod charger thing and tv card. Still feel shitty. #
- Tried the pen/tablet thing with GIMP. Some potential there, once I get a chance to really fuck with it. #
- Finish this smoke then so some work on web project and get some writing done. Big long day tomorrow. May skip BP med to DayQuil up. #
- My Twitteristics: Tweets 7X as much as the Twitter founders(18/day), Engaging(41%), Good Connector(29%)! http://mrtweet.net/dharmabob?t #
- Having said that, I am going out into the frigid cold to smoke, wearing only my shorts. And I will wonder why I am fucking sick. :/ #
- Lullaby time, though you may hear me moving around tonight. If so, just pretend I’m not there. Goodnight Intern… ♫ http://blip.fm/~2fure #
- I am Pestilence. I carry disease and dispair in my wake. Also marshmallow bits. Shit, who says plauge can’t be fun? Good morning, internets. #
- Came home from work, swung by school to grab sick kid. See where our plauge spreads on the internets! http://cdc.gov/fucking_plauge #
- If my plauge is contractable through internets hugs, I have now just infected everyone @tweethug #tweethug (yes, I tweethug, you bastards) #
- The upside of being ridden with plauge is that I score some downtime to get some more writing done. The downside is fucking wasted sick day. #
- I try not to use sick days when I’m sick. I save them for mental health days. I suppose not total waste today, not bedridden. Fucking mobile #
- I would love to take this band’s name to heart. The song is good, too. ♫ http://blip.fm/~2gb7d #
- Had to fuck up the house’s secured network to get Angela’s iPod to connect. Re-secured, iPod go! All this while making meatballs and sauce. #
- Working on new web project that I have no fucking business working on when I have so much other shit undone. Again, why do I do this to me? #
- As much I as I think I enjoy working on css, it makes me fucking nuts. I really should get a book or take a fucking class. #
- CSS, dinner, nap and Lost. Gotta be fucking Wednesday. #
- Dishes done. Lost is over. Sick child in bed. Outside sucking down a shitty cigarette. Almost time for bed. #
- And I really hope that TV comes tomorrow, because my living room is making me fucking nuts. But I ain’t moving shit piecemeal. Nope. #
- And Josh is getting married on Friday. Hopefully my Jesus shirt arrives tomorrow. Or I’ll have nothing obnoxious to wear. #
It wasn’t everyday that you got to meet the Pope of Rock ‘n Roll.
Elvis Buddy Hendrix had been standing in line for hours, almost a full day, just for the opportunity to see the top of the pointed hat of the sainted Pontiff of Punk, Monsignor of Mosh, Bishop of Black Metal, etc. etc.
As the drum beat started, the crowd surged, a roaring scream of excited approval. Lighters were lit and held aloft, votives to the God of Rock’s earthly ambassador. The bass line started, and the screams grew louder. Women, and more than a few men swooned as the opening riff was played on the distorted guitar.
“Are you ready to rock?” echoed a voice from the massive P.A.
“Yeah!” screamed tens of thousands of die hard fans, Elvis among them.
“Then put your hands together for the one, the only… Pope Axl-Maynard Hetfield the II!”
Insanity. People were being crushed against anything that people could be crushed against. Lighters were dropped, and in a few instances where they were Zippo style lighters, small fires broke out on people, to be mostly put out by sweat and the loss of oxygen created by the teeming mass of fandom.
“Hawya duun?” the Pope said into his microphone. The screams must have pleased him, because he followed with an “Awright!” He started to sing, incoherently, the opening lines of the song that had been building for the past minute. Then he puked into the waiting, adoring fans being crushed against the stage. They recieved his whiskey laced vomit as if it were communion. He then opened the fly on his white jeans and blessed the crowd with his piss. He mumbled the half-remembered chorus into the microphone, was hit with an empty water bottle and a thong, and then stormed from the stage screaming obscenities.
As the riot began to be quelled by the teargas throwing members of the Swiss Guard, Elvis fought his way towards an exit, choking and coughing as he thought about how this would always be the greatest day of his life.
I get a fever, you get weird shit.
- Fuck! No idea how late it had gotten. Working on friend’s computer. Think I have it fixed. Gonna defrag the motherfucker while I sleep. #
- Goodnight, Internets. I hope you all dream things less strange than I probably will. It”s been a long, weird da… ♫ http://blip.fm/~2etu6 #
- Not only am I awake, but I am also armed with doomsday devices and a fat, pukey cat. Cross me not. Good morning, internet fishies! #
- Fuck! I am sick, internets. Some strange virus has crawled from within your parents and babies and invaded my shit. #
- Went to Maryellen’s for dinner and to pick up Angela. Still feel positively shitty. Having a good time though. Funny people. #
- I avoided any talk of politics today. Except to state that fact. #
- ♫ http://blip.fm/~2fr8u #
- Sometimes, I am so envious of Philip J Fry. Make that most of the time. ♫ http://blip.fm/~2freh #
- Reblippin’ @Aluciel – Because sometimes, I am so envious of Malcolm Reynolds. ♫ http://blip.fm/~2frjd #
- Shower and shave? Done. Drying off? Done. Good reasons to bang out of work tomorrow? Fucking hundreds! Going in anyway? Fuck. Probably. #
- My pretty little Internet folks, whatever you’re doing, do it well. Because we are watching. Goodnight, kids. #
- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes, I’m at work. The good news is that it’s only Monday. FUCK. Good morning, Internets. #
- http://twitpic.com/1ndpt – Who came up with this fucking concoction? #
- http://twitpic.com/1nfre – @Aluciel All this can be yours! #
- Busy day at work, almost a nice change. Day moving along quicker than usual. Got a U-Haul for this eve to pick up my new couch. Shit, SFSG! #
- Have picked up the new couch. Have realized that it is way too fucking big for my living room as it stands. Will rearrange when new tv shows #
- Evening all, it’s about time for a little Three Girl Rhumba! ♫ http://blip.fm/~2eosc #
- this is me @PipElla putting a song on for @angrybob cause he is awsome ♫ http://blip.fm/~2ep5h #
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