Don't Kill Yourself, Kill Other People

This morning has been hellacious… but FourSquare was fun last night. After the bulk of the people left, Laney brought up a two-foot kickball. Long story short, interesting new spin on the game but I’m SORE AS HECK! This morning started way to early for me. I was attempting to sleep off the soreness when Andy called me and told me he had a client breathing down his neck about the polling not working well for him. I’ve been working ever since about 9AM on that. As a result I’m way behind on my other projects, but I suppose I’ll survive. What’s on Deck?I’ve been pretty stressed these last couple weeks. Most of you know why I was stressed for part of it, and only those of you who’ve been in direct contact with me know why I was stressed for the other part. Allow me to illuminate. After my contract with 5Tribe, due to some prolonged contract negotiations with them, there has been about a three month period I’ve been without a paying gig. Fortunately, just as the ant stores food for the winter, I was no grasshopper, and had savings to hold me over until my retainer fees started kicking in. During that time, I busied myself making deals and starting the next round of new projects that would be my focus for 2006 (I’ve discussed most of them here, but not really rounded them up in one spot. I’ll have to do that some time soon.). I also spent that time looking for new ways to drum up business, and was on the whole pretty successful...

I see bot-people.

I have been sleeping a lot these last few days and waking up at odd hours. It’s 3AM, and I just got a friend request on MySpace from Ashley, a buxom brunette from CALIFORNIA, Maryland. Her profile had her AIM address on it, so I decided to hit her up in chat and see what what was up. Rizzn: hey you, ashley!BEZZYBABEE : hey whats up, whos this?:)Rizzn: This is Rizzn. you friended me a few minutes agoBEZZYBABEE : OH u got my friend thing on myspace lol..Rizzn: Pretty much. Have we met before? I mean you’re a hot chick and all, and I usually like to give time to the ladees, but I don’t recognize you.BEZZYBABEE : listen hun..I’m just about to start my webcam show with sasha…its easier for me to chat ya in my chat room if u wanna log in? can u cum watch and chat me there?Rizzn: The complexities of AIM too much for you?BEZZYBABEE : you can be one of my VIP guests if you promise not to tell anyone u have VIP status? do u promise?…:-$Rizzn: Sure.Rizzn: If by promise not to tell you mean post this chat log on my blog.Rizzn: I’ve got a thing.. I can only watch lesbians and chat with them if I can brag about it to all my friends.BEZZYBABEE : well since its the law that u gotta be 18 (nudity involved), u gotta login with a credit card to prove u are 18! Once you login, just tell me your username and I’ll make it a VIP memberhsip (like I do for my friends). ONLY...

Truly Bizarre Day, so far…

I woke up to my neighbor in my bedroom asking me for help with a car she borrowed from her neighbor (I’ve got to remember to lock my door at night). Somehow she had driven it all the way over to the complex, but it died three feet before it got into the parking spot – it was a standard, and the battery had died preventing it from restarting. She was drunk from the night before (this around 10AM), so when I jumpstarted her car, I moved it around to her side of the building and stood there chatting with her for a bit. The last thing I remember was saying something like, “Well, I’m going to head up to my place to get a start on the day. Come on over when you wake up.” I remember starting to feel a bit woozy, and then the next thing I remember is coming to in the parking lot – apparently I had passed out there talking to her, and by her measure, out for a minute or two. Clearly, I’m not quite done with the bug as I had thought I was yesterday. Given all this, take the following little updates with a grain of salt… I’ve got an enormous headache, my hand is all cut up, and it’s the best I can do. May 1st RebootApparently, every May 1st now, it is customary for everyone with a website to redesign their pages and design to celebrate and bring attention to HTML standards. I completed a web design last night, and it will go up May 1st, but mostly...

Meta-Post: The Nature of this Blog (and all the rest of the blogs)

My father recieved a phone call from one of my ex-girlfriends today. It seems that the one girl who I dated and eventually did not become at least cordial with is upset that I’m still hosting pictures of her. For better or for worse, I was forced to explain to my father why it is I’m hosting slightly pornographic pictures on my website. It’s a timely issue for me and several friends I know, so I figured that instead of writing her and futilely urging her to stop contacting my friends and relations to avoid a restraining order, I’d post about it. Clearly she reads the blog still, anyways, so it’ll amount to nearly the same thing. Incidentally, I wonder if there’s something in the water or the air of South Florida right now that is causing everyone who has ever crossed paths with me to cross swords with me right now. First Jason Friedman writing me a message defending his theft of monies from AACS, and now harassing phone calls from sore ex-girlfriends. One wonders. I mean, I truly haven’t thought of these people since I had contact with them, save for the occasional amusing anecdote about them in social situations. The reason I keep all those pictures of her in there still is that they are a record of my life, in a way. They are pictures that were given to me freely, or that I took myself in some cases, and they represent different eras in my past. I keep them there for the same reason I keep a lot of my old diary posts in...

Early Start – for once!

Wow, this is interesting. I haven’t seen this side of 7:20 AM … intentionally, anyways, in years! For the first time in a long while, I’m actually waiting for the world to wake up to me. I think it’s one of the signs of the apocalypse, folks, so grab your hardhats and your bibles. I’m not sure what caused me to wake up so early this morning. I was having this very intricate and odd dream about shadowing a group of three jewelry store robbers. I’d go into their reasons for doing it (because it was very clear to me in the dream), but it was a particularly convoluted story and now that I’m starting to type it up it’s sounding very ridiculous, but I was winning in a fight against this guy who was coming at me with hammers. Yeah, hammers. I woke up abruptly for some reason around 6:30, and couldn’t go back to sleep. Rather than question it I’m going to take advantage of it. Lots of good things going on recently. A nice fat contract closed yesterday, and none too soon… my bank account was looking a little meager since I haven’t really had a paying gig since the 5Tribe thing. Most of you know exactly where I’m at in the business stuff, but for those of you that don’t, I’ll give you the Cliff’s notes version: The handheld project is on hiatus. There are a number of reasons for this, one is that Microsoft came out with a project which was based on almost the same type of hardware and the same purpose as...

I joined myspace.com today I did a browse on people in my area. Guess who the first person to show up was? Against my better judgement, I decided to browse a little. Her first testimonial on the page currently is by a tGirl named Michelle. It goes a little something like: After all night in my bed with you I just wonder what’s next?Hmmmm, minds will wonder, people might talk, all unknowing this thruth will keep them thinking never knowing the reality but that’s what’s makes this all the more interesting. Now with the way testimonials work, they have to be approved by the page owner, so she must have approved that being put up there. I swear to all that is holy, if she or one of her ditto-heads EVER asks me again to take embarrassing things about her off my web page I will laugh my ass off… Because a disgruntled ex-boyfriend posting conversations about a breakup will prevent you from getting a good job if found, but publishing love notes from transexuals won’t. ’nuff said....