woohu..

:: 2007 9 June :: 8.49pm

Buddy and I found a ribbon generator:

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:: 2007 9 June :: 10.34am

So we're getting new dog from the shelter. His name's Edward but we might change it and he's a lab mix. Not too sure what's in the mix but he's real friendly. We can't bring him home till monday so maybe then I'll post some pics if I can figure out how.

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spud

:: 2007 8 June :: 8.40am

meine arbeit

if you ever find yourself wondering "hmm. i wonder what chris does at work, for the summer. how does he spend his time?" then this entry is for you.

story 1:

i work in a warehouse/factory. we get parts that come in on semi-trailers, and i have to take the skids and boxes of parts to various places in the warehouse, and put them on these gigantic racks. the majority of guys at work call them "pallet-tier racks". but every time they say to put stuff on these racks, i can't help but picture "palantir racks", because that's what it sounds like. palantir as in the lost seeing stones in lord of the rings. to make this story even more dorky, when i imagine these "palantir racks" they look a lot like how i mentally envisage the prophecy room in the ministry of magic in harry potter. and i laugh at myself every single time. which, you can imagine how often that happens in a night. it's cool, because i'm laughing all the fucking time.

story 2:

there is this fenced off area where they have large machines for cutting the fabric that they use to upholster the chairs and stuff. there are openings in the fence, all of which are accompanied by a sign that says "WARNING! cutters only allowed in this area". the word order in this is what amuses me. i understand that the spirit of the message is "danger! there's some sharp shit going on in here, and unless you're a trained professional, you're liable to lop something off inadvertently. and nobody wants that. especially our lawyers." however i always consider the idea that cutters, as in emo kids who slash their wrists, are only allowed to be in the cutting area and nowhere else. i realize that the cutting area would be a terrible place for such folk, so i decided that it would be cool to take a picture of one of the signs, and splice it onto an image of a padded room. that thought entertains me every time i pass one of those signs. again, just imagine how often i'm entertained in a night.

story 3:

this story isn't funny. they're putting me on the assembly lines starting sunday night. whcih means new boss, new job, new coworkers, new bullshit. and for the most part means: worse boss, terrible job, worse coworkers, and more bullshit than you can shake a tree at.

basically.

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spud	:: 2007 5 June :: 8.36am :: Mood: pensieve :: Music: jamiroquai musings i would never EVER commit suicide. but ... when the time comes ... i think dying might be the easiest thing i ever do. the sun is out. i think i'll go to bed soon. 2 comment?s \| comment

:: 2007 4 June :: 7.45am
:: Mood: jubilant

I AM HOME!

Things that are going to be hard to get used to: keyboard, McHenry now falls over.

I am home!!!

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:: 2007 28 May :: 5.27pm
:: Music: J. Goon and the Belvederes- Beware

My mom just IM'd me to see if I wanted corn on the cob. She's downstairs.

I'm not quite sure how I feel about it.

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spud

:: 2007 25 May :: 7.54am
:: Mood: amazingly good
:: Music: bnl - maroon

beer and cigarettes
i should probably get some sleep.

but i'm just really happy right now.

maybe i'll take a shower.

but i'm going to have to get up at like noon or so.

ah, well. whatever.

...

i might go see pirates tonight. should be fun. even though i can't afford it.

:: 2007 24 May :: 12.37pm

What's up friends, how are y'all? Not much going on here, I'm mainly just working and sleeping. Woo exciting life. But I have monday off and possibley tomorrow. So that is exciting.

:: 2007 18 May :: 12.47pm

Ready to come home.

16 days.

Might go to the beach, I really don't want to.

I miss Nick now more than ever.

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:: 2007 17 May :: 11.48pm

woo-hoo!
Yay no more Wolfowitz! But too bad our dear president is picking the next guy. Soooo probly not much will change.

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/17/world/18cnd-wolfowitz.html?em&ex=1179547200&en=2a606f9b89b951cd&ei=5087%0A

spud	:: 2007 17 May :: 12.51am i think the word for today was "explosion". because that's about what it felt like. i can't be this tired yet. i have to stay awake, to get into the new sleep schedule. this is going to be rough. 1 comment? \| comment

:: 2007 16 May :: 11.44pm

Soooo I just got back from my first day at work. Yes, I found a job afterall. Pretty much it is extremely boring. I get to test the little motors that go behind cars side view mirrors to make it move. But everyone I work with is cool so its not too bad. That's pretty much all I had to say. Hope everyone is doing fantastic.

:: 2007 15 May :: 5.21pm

19 days until I am home.

I want to punch someone.

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spud

:: 2007 15 May :: 2.26am
:: Music: heywood banks - kike le cat

Oh, monsieur le kike is a very fine cat
With a small little head and a little party hat
And he sits very quietly upon the TV set
Monsieur le kike le cat

Oh he ate a robin, he ate a wren
And he ate a tufted titmouse, and then a wren again
He is full of feathers, like he was then
Oh, monsieur le kike le cat

Long before there was cable TV
The reception of the aerial was bad on channel three
Unless the kitty coincidentally
Sat upon the television

Oh the cat did die, and oh how we did grieve
But thanks to taxidermy he is gone but didn't leave
With a tin foil flag on his tail eternally
The reception is exceptional upon channel three

For monsieur le kike is a very fine cat
With a small little head and a little party hat
And he sits very quietly upon the TV set
Oh, monsieur le kike le cat