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Welcome to my blog. The last entry is my abridged autobiography, just to get you up to speed on who I am. The following posts are my semi-daily (ok, they're most likely weekly) updates. They go from the bottom up, to make it easier for me to update. The tone of this blog was intended to be generally humorous, but it has somehow turned out to be mostly rants and complaints about people's stupidity. If you have any opinions on my blog, you can drop me a line here. I'll post your comments and respond to them as much as possible. I will probably make fun of you, argue with you, and generally make you feel bad about breathing my air and taking up space I could be using to store my massive software collection; on the bright side, you get to see your name in print. For funny, check out Drake's page using the link on the Navigation Menu called 'Drake'.

I Hate Stupid People
I know, we all hate stupid people. And I don't mean Down kids or anything, I just mean people with full capacity to actually think and make decisions but don't. I'm talking about people who go backwards on the freeway because they missed an off ramp. People who stop for the police on a road with no shoulder instead of driving a bit further on, getting to a shoulder, and pulling off so they are not blocking an entire lane of traffic. I mean people who live in a desert, but take their dogs with them to the supermarket and then leave the dogs in the car with the windows up. People who leave babies in car seats, people who don't know that fast food will make them fat, and people who think that not wearing your seat belt is safer than wearing it. I hate people who can look at the obvious and still make some stupid remark like "It's raining," or "You're not wearing any pants." I hate people who think my business is their business. I hate people who spill every last detail of their life when I say "How are you?". I said how are you to be friendly. I'm not actually asking how your life is going, or what your financial situation is; I don't care if you've started having 'Nam flashbacks or that your varicose veins are killing you. Now you be friendly by saying "Fine," no matter how fucked up you are. Saying "How are you" actually means "I recognize that you are human and have feelings analogous to my own, and I want to offend you as little as possible and then get back to doing my own shit." Replying with "fine" is just saying "I feel exactly the same way, let's never do this again." And that is how we all stay sane. Shit, I wandered again. Back to hating people.

I hate people who are on the Atkins diet. Cutting out carbs because you want to lose weight is stupid. Fucking do some exercise. Here's the quick reference for those who don't know how much to exercise to lose weight: burn more calories everyday than you eat. It's not deceptively simple, it's just fucking simple. It's a math problem all of us should be able to solve after kindergarten. The human body has evolved over millennia using carbs as a source of nutrition.

I hate people who have no sense of humor. Most of us are just trying to get by, and humor is usually what keeps us from taking that bag of sports equipment out of the garage, finding the Louis' and beating the crap out of the rest of you. If you don't like that I have a laser pointer, fuck yourself. It's a red fucking dot. It's not going to reverse your Lasik Eye Surgery. You're not important enough for someone to try to snipe you, so get over yourself. Do you have any idea how much time and money goes into a gun with a laser sight? Lets got through a lesson in ballistics and lasers real quick, just so I can point out that you're not worth the trouble a sniper would have to go through.

A LASER is a light emitting device in which light waves are focused and do not 'spread out' from the origin. The travel in a straight line from source to destination. A bullet is a metal slug (usually lead) that is packed into a brass shell on top of some gunpowder and a primer, is loaded into a gun, and is fired. The slug in subject to the force of gravity and so does not travel in a straight line. There's an interesting thing about the intersections of arcs (like a bullet travels in) and straight lines (like lasers travel in): they will only intersect at two points max, and only one point in any real-world applications. Look at the diagram if you still don't get it. Someone has to 'sight-in' a gun, that is, align the sights to accurately reflect where the bullets are actually hitting. This is only good within a few yards of the distance used for sighting in. So, if someone sights the gun at 100 yards with a laser, it's unlikely their accuracy would be very good at 30 or 50 yards. In order for someone to actually snipe you, they'd have to know where you would be and when, then scope out the area, sight in the gun for that yardage, and wait a long time before you get there and then leave quickly without arousing suspicion. It's not that easy to do. A standard scope with an adjustable range-finder would be much more practical for sniping. Don't get all hyped because some light is reflecting off your shirt. It's not likely it's a fucking sniper.
I hate stupidity in all it's forms. Mass hysteria, televangelism, and spam also get my goat. But I hate the most is spoons that have gone through the disposal in the sink and have sharp edges, but end up back in the silverware drawer anyway, and then I cut my mouth when I'm trying to eat some damned Cheerios. Since I seem to have wandered quite a bit, and I never really made a point other than I hate a bunch of stuff, I'm going to stop right here and maybe clean it up later. Or not. I do what I want.

Updated: 16:46, 07/27/2003

And now for something completely the same.
I am so sick and tired of hearing about 'terrorist threats' as if we were all in serious danger of walking outside and finding Bin Laden himself leading a band of angry, homicidal angst-ridden teens and various ethnic minorities (at least around here) down the street burning cars and kicking puppies. The media acts like this sort of stuff is already wide-spread, and love to mention 'Trouble in the Heartland' as if living in a hick town in Iowa is supposed to keep you immune from having to endure any threat, ever. Of course, if that's the view most people have, that makes Iowa the perfect place to stage some sort of attack. It gets headlines, and drives terror into the hearts of so many gullible, retarded (and I mean that in the mean way, not in the "I hate kids with Down Syndrome" way, because I like kids with Down Syndrome. They bring back fond memories of Rain Man) asshole Americans who then cower in fear, yank their kids from school, and demand the government 'do something about it'. This, of course, leads to crap like Carnivore and CALEA. And I haven't even begun to rant about the DMCA, the PATRIOT Act (and here for the whole thing), PATRIOT II, the RIAA, the MPAA, or any of the other Draconian (that means terribly harsh and overly aggressive, for those Down kids out there) laws and measures sent through Congress every frickin' year. And these scared pansies are allowing it to happen.
I know it's not fair to lump the RIAA and MPAA in here, because I started this post whining about the stupid people and terrorism, but it's my hot blog I do what I want. Deal with it. But I will continue the original thread here, because I know some of you are impatiently awaiting the end to my asides and would love if I could just stick to one topic.
People on airplanes, people in subways (not the restaurant), people in closed-spaces like elevators and even large open ones like the mall, all seem to think that if a terrorist attack did occur, they would be in the middle of it- they would bear the brunt of the attack. Hell, it's possible they will- someone has to be in the middle. But damn, what are the chances? And why are you a helpless bystander? Do something to protect yourself (cowering in fear and running away does not count.), protect other people. Push the fucker off the second level. Dive for the gun, kick the gas grenade away, even yelling "STOP" in a loud voice could help. It keeps those damn uncontrolled little kids from running headlong into old ladies for seconds at a time. And if you can stop a toddler, you can stop anyone.
I hate reading in the news about 'another Columbine' or 'national security threat' or 'Man bites Dog' (actually, I think the last one is pretty funny; I'd love to see more of those.) only to find out they're targeting some kids who play GTA or Max Payne or any other quasi-violent video game who threatened some other kids on a playground. "The scary kid in black told me he was gonna kill me yesterday- I bet he's angst-ridden and has access to his parents' guns". Please shut the fuck up. I heard lots worse in school, and somehow I survived to be here, ranting on this page, bitching about other people's bitching. And some kid who found out how to make free telephone calls over some stupid multi-national's unsecured wireless network is not a 'national security threat,' (s)he's someone who should be offered free college and a job securing people's frickin' networks. Does no one watch 'Hackers' anymore? Shit, I went off on a tangent again. Right then, continuing along.
I guess I shouldn't expect much from people who go out and spend hundreds of dollars on the very off-chance that they could win a few million. No matter that the odds favor the return of the dinosaurs over anyone one specific person winning the whole lottery (I...I can't back that up.). That doesn't mean that I forgive them for their ignorance, just that I understand the basis for it- their parents were probably ignorant, too. Hell, the ignorant have outnumbered the rest of us at least 10 to 1 since we first came out of the trees, and probably since we were all amoebas.
What, you may be asking yourself right now, is my point? Why are you, in effect, reading all the way to the bottom if I'm not going (like that italics tag? I do.) anywhere with all this. I do have a message, and I'll put it in this very paragraph; you can all relax and stop pulling out your nose-hair in frustration. Here goes, the big payoff: the only way these so-called terrorists win is if you let them change you into a quivering mass of jelly. Fuckin' take care of shit yourselves and stop laying it on the government. The government will grab as much power as you give them, it's what governments do. Stop it, or we'll end up eating Soylent Green and banned from reading books. And I'm not stretching here, I took that right from a couple of books I read once, and I'm sure the authors did some sort of research.
Thanks to the EFF, 2600, and ComputerUser.com for the links and incredibly interesting info.

Updated: 19:04, 07/11/2003

Why can't radio stations have more variety than my 6-Disc CD changer?
Seriously, why do radio stations only play the Billboard Top 10 repeatedly, in whatever genre the station subscribes to? Why can't the play a mix of songs, not repeating the same song for a whole day? Every time I turn on the radio, it's a song I've already heard at least once already today. What happened to the popular song of last week? It has dropped off the charts, because the station played it so much, people don't want to hear it anymore. It may return in a year or two, played for some variety between Top-Ten list repetitions, or maybe as a phone-in request, but otherwise you'll have to go out and buy the CD. The 17 dollar plus tax CD, that has maybe 2 or 3 decent songs, and 11 filler-crap tracks. Then, the CD will invariably fall onto the floorboard of the car while you are driving on the highway, and probably right when you want to listen to it. You won't be able to reach it, so it'll stay until you get to wherever you're going, unless you are in a rush (and you're always in a rush). Then it'll stay on the floorboard until you notice it, three days later, amongst the ketchup packets and dog hair (there is always dog hair). You'll remember wanting to listen to it, and you'll reach down and pick it up. You'll try to wipe off the dirt, only to realize that the CD is ruined, scratched to hell and unplayable. Oh, you could take it to a movie rental place, they all have CD repair now. But that'll cost you 3-5 bucks, plus you have to drive there, wait the half-hour because the clerk is busy picking his nose and won't be able to get to it right away, get it back, get in your car, and try it. It'll skip, because the clerk never finishes the job properly, and you'll have to take it back in. That's another 15 minutes, and the CD is finally done. Now you can deal with traffic on the way home . But it's ok, you now have a 22 dollar CD that you listen to all the time and don't regret spending the money at all. Right, and I'm Morris Day. The CD will play the two songs you like, get pulled out of the deck, and replaced by some other 17 dollar, two-hit wonder piece of aluminum and plastic. Congratulations, you wasted a lot of time and money. What was I saying?
Oh yeah, back to the radio stations. In the fifties and sixties, radio stations were about freedom of speech. Remember that Amendment to the Constitution, part of the first ten, also known collectively as the Bill of Rights? Well, they did back then. People spoke out about a lot of things. The rock stations especially fought hard against censorship, playing songs by such controversial artists as Elvis, or The Beatles. These radio stations didn't care if they offended the righteous, conservative, old bitter assholes who couldn't abide with a man shaking his hips (heaven forbid!) or a band of bloody foreigners singing about marijuana (marawha???).
They played the music that people wanted to listen to, and they played lots of it. Now, radio stations are too scared of offending some soccer mom, who wants 'safe' music for her kids to listen to while they ride to and from school in the minivan. Those same kids already have a stash of Playboys, or Hustlers, browse the internet almost without controls, smoke, and possibly even know where babies come from. But lets not shatter middle-America's illusions about today's youth. No, let's allow them to believe anyone under the age of 13 is an innocent child, carefree and without deficiencies of character; that anyone over the age of 13 is a hacker, is out of control, thinks violent thoughts, is angry at the world, and ready to take it out on anyone who walks by. Let them villainize those same kids they put on a pedestal just a few years ago. Let's let them think TV is a good babysitter; that cartoons like Tom and Jerry are okay, but video games like Vice City aren't. Allow them to confuse their kids with double-standards, half-truths about sex and drugs, and sugar coating the entire world. Let them stop their kids from saying fuck, but allowing them to get free condoms at school. Hell, it's going along with tradition.
I'll just lie like hell to the next generation, because that's how I was raised, right? I'll start with harmless lies, like the Easter Bunny, and Santa Clause. I'll tell my kids the came from a stork, or from Mommy's tummy. I'll let them figure out what goes where during sex on their own, then tell them how disappointed I am that they got pregnant. How could they do that to me? I'll tell them they can be whatever they want to be, that education is free, and if they get hurt, the doctor will fix it. Never mind that they'll struggle to pay for college, that their medical bills will cost more than they make in the fist 10 years of working. They'll end up flipping burgers and complaining that no one understands them. And all of this, because some stupid, middle-aged, Valium taking closet alcoholic soccer mom doesn't want to hear the word ass on the radio. Fuck that.

P.S. I don't actually have a 6-Disc changer, but that's because I'm poor. You can help with that, though. Contact me here and I'll let you know where you can send the money orders (no personal checks- I don't know you).

Updated: 03:46, 06/19/2003

What happened to free thinking part 2
Left turn arrows: I hate them. More specifically, I hate people who absolutely will not turn at a red left turn arrow. If you can see oncoming traffic, can't you decide for yourself if it is safe to turn? I can. I think I'm just a little bit smarter than some light bulb behind a shoed and colored piece of plastic. Maybe all those other drivers on the road have confidence issues. Whatever the cause is, they need to get the hell out of my way. Not that I'm in a huge rush, mind you. Just because I can't stand driving around on the road with so many ignorant people, especially when they are blatantly ignorant right in front of me. Come on, people! You are smarter than the traffic signs. Turn left if it's safe. Any idiot can obey traffic signs blindly. Hell, sometimes it's a good idea; I will slow down around mountain curves and blind driveways. But I can't see what's around that corner, or over that hill. I don't pass if I can't see far enough ahead, I don't cross several lanes of traffic at once to catch an off-ramp. I use my signals (mostly), I don't tailgate, and I am not afraid of hitting the brakes. I can even sit comfortably in a traffic jam and have not the slightest irritation. But those ignorant assholes in the turn lanes at 3AM, waiting for a light to go off and another to come on before they make a move they can decide for themselves is safe and blocking me in the process, really inspires that road rage.
I try to set an example, I really do. I will purposely turn left on a red arrow, looking to see if anyone is following me. No one ever does. There are stretches of highway here in Arizona where one can see for literally dozens of miles straight ahead, but no one bothers to look anymore. It's like they shut off the thinking part of their brains when the car door closes. And God forbid they miss an important call while driving. That would be horrible! So they will try to juggle their Quarter-Pounder meals, their 160-oz Diet Colas, their cell phones, and their steering wheels. These people don't have time to actually make any rational, informed decisions. They are like robots, but even less aware of the world around them. As if the important stuff ends 3 inches from their noses. there is a reason nobody has invented a driving robot yet. There is the assumption that decision-making is an essential part of driving. Obviously these inventors haven't been driving Arizona's roads.
I know I can't change the whole world, but I will ask that people, if they see me on behind them in a turn lane, that they at least make an effort to try the decision-making process. Turn left, people. Is that so hard?

Updated: 00:30, 06/10/2003

What happened to free thinking?
I'm not talking about that New Age Hippy crap, where you buy crappy crystals from some lady who hasn't washer her hair in a year and wears all-hemp clothing. I'm talking about forming clear, concise opinions based on research, logical thinking, and good knowledge of history. Everywhere I look today, be it on the news or World Wide Web Boards, people are spouting opinions about America and war, America and imperialism, America and morals, America and rights, America and the President, etc. None of these people have done even the most rudimentary research into the subject, and yet feel the need to not only form an opinion, but making that opinion painfully public. The oblivious Neanderthals feel that just because it's their right to have an opinion, it's their responsibility to share it. Shut the hell up unless you know what you're talking about, is my opinion. Ten minutes with internet access and a few key words in Google can weald plenty of information to those trying to research opinions, and yet it seems fewer and fewer people are using this resource. Either that, or the loud-mouth ignorant people far outnumber the rational, clear-thinking and, above all, intelligent people. I haven't read an intelligent opinion that wasn't written by a paid professional in months.
Are people too lazy to read a few books, gather pertinent facts, look beyond sensationalistic newscasts for the true story, and form decent opinions? Has the average intelligence level dropped so low that people can't understand the basic tenets of reason? There was a time when everyone read the classics of literature; when all students studied philosophy to learn how opinions are formed and arguments deconstructed. There was a time when everyone wanted to know what Plato had to say about politics, when basic history was cherished. There were days not too long ago when people too advantage of literacy, because others were banning it. People read the books on the Catholic Index of Forbidden Books just to see what all the fuss was about. People watched the news for information, not car chases. News Papers were appreciated and valued for the embodiment of free speech they were. Now, it seems like no one reads but everyone feels they have valid views on anything from politics to religion. People believe that the freedom to have opinions makes everyone's opinion equal. This is total crap. Opinions should be evaluated and judged on merit, as are all other ideas put forth to the public. Just because you have an opinion does not mean you have a good opinion.

Then again, this is all just my opinion. I make these statements based upon what I've personally read in non-scientific journals. Letters to editors, chat room conversations, web board posts, and other informal sources are generally the abodes of those whom this rant rails against. I would love for someone to dispute me honestly, reasonably, and most of all intelligently, on any subject covered in this entry. I may even post your letter publicly, as well as my response. Drop me a line here.

Updated: 04:20, 05/08/2003

Where are my hot chicks?
I was recently told to put the moves on a chick I know has a crush on me. I am faced with a dilemma, though, when I actually pause to think about the morality of my actions. Here I am, the sexiest man on the planet, women swooning at my feet, and I am considering dating one of them. Since women find me irresistibly attractive, I know I could date any one of them. However, just because you can do something doesn't mean you should. I have a certain animal magnetism, a sort of sexual flair that most women (and some men, for that matter) just can't help but desire. I smile, and women flock to me. I engage in small talk, and women fall to their knees. I can have almost any woman the planet, and therefore can't have any of them. If I dated one woman, all the others would be so depressed, the suicide rate would skyrocket the next day. Women need to know that I'm available, to give them hope. The world would be a much drearier place if the ladies did not believe that there was still a chance, however small, that they could get with me. It would be immoral for me to take advantage of my extreme attractiveness by actually dating any of these women. Besides, I don't want a woman who loves me for just my looks, sparkling personality, extreme intelligence, and potential wealth. I ant a woman who wants me for...well, I can't think of any other reasons women would want me, but I'm sure there has to be one or two. Further, since the Heisenberg Uncertainty principal dictates that you can't know what every woman wants, there must be one or two on this planet who aren't immediately drawn to me. I could only feel good about myself if I slept with one of them (or all three). I could never take advantage of my position as dominant sexual male on this planet by sleeping with any of the other women. So, if you don't find me extremely attractive (and be honest with yourself), can keep a secret (wouldn't want those suicide rates going up), and have a web cam, send me an e-mail here. As for all the other women on the planet, don't worry. I'm thinking about you, and there is a chance we could be together. Sleep comfortable in the knowledge that The Bob could be there with you in the future.

Updated: 18:45, 04/28/2003

So you want fanaticism?
I recently found out that what draws people to blogs are rants, fanaticism, strong opinions, and a general aura of confidence in everything said. You'll have to visit Drake to read posts by a real egomaniac. I do have opinions, though, and so I'll get right into it.
I saw the Core last week. WHAT THE HELL was wrong with the writers of that movie? They took all the most trite apocalypse story components, threw them together haphazardly, smeared it with fuzzy logic and slippery slope theories, killed off characters almost at random, and ended with the worst narrow escape EVER!. The only surprising twist in the movie was that they would actually film something this terrible. You get a sense of how horrible this movie is in the first few minutes, when they crash-land a space shuttle in an empty canal bed. The cuteness factor skyrockets when the one construction worker who can't hear a FUCKING SPACE SHUTTLE moving at over A HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR, with NO LANDING GEAR 'creep up' on him, nor notice that EVERY ONE ELSE RAN AWAY without telling him, turns around and finds he is nose to nose with a shuttle that has somehow miraculously stopped SIX INCHES from his FACE. Then we get to know another main character- the genius young handsome professor who refers teaching his kids than earning fame and fortune with his miraculous inventions that become an integral part of the storyline. Somehow, he manages to figure out in a minute what the audience got in the first ten seconds: the dead people had pace makers. Ooh, get this man on that pesky Unified Theory of Everything, he's good. This is, of course, merely a flimsy excuse for getting the character and his mentor interested in figuring out the problem on their own, because 'The General' kicks them off the base after the pace-maker discovery (what a bad, bad plot device). Why were they brought in in the first place? The writers CAN'T WRITE. Of course, they manage to assemble a rag-tag team of unlikely (and redundant) heroes, who all have some sort of invention to add to the mix that will make the mission possible. The smart black dude has invented both a material that 'absorbs heat and pressure and turns it into energy' (the writers have no idea what energy is) and a laser that makes rock DISAPPEAR. The smart handsome dude invents some selective X-Ray type machine so they can see where they are going. He apparently had it just sitting in his basement. The woman navigator makes it work better even though she's NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE and can have NO IDEA how it works. The computer whiz uses a whistle-tone to get free long-distance on a CELL PHONE. Sorry to burst his bubble, but the billing for cell phones is not done BY THE PHONE like older payphones. It's done by computers with accounting software. Then, there's the redundant characters who can be killed off because an action beat has to occur every ten minutes. The first unnecessary death comes in a hollow chamber in the mantle of the Earth that is quickly explained away as a geode, when the HEAD WHITE DUDE gets hit in the head (pun intended) with a falling piece of crystal that somehow singled out his one-square-foot of real estate to land on. Then, they kill of the HANDSOME GUY'S MENTOR because the STUPID HOT CHICK won't open a FUCKING DOOR for 3 seconds. The third death comes a few minutes later when they realize they have to send someone out into the magical chamber that is open to the magma to pull a lever. The BLACK DUDE volunteers, because it's his ship and it will repair the breach between him and THE OTHER OLD WHITE DUDE. It's a trite sacrifice that is rendered null when THE OTHER OLD WHITE DUDE is trapped in part of the ship and ejected, to be blown up be a nuclear bomb. Now we are down to the two who will survive- THE STUPID HOT CHICK and THE HANDSOME GUY, who are going to en up together at the end of the movie. They 'ride the shock wave' out of the Earth in a matter of a few hours, when it took them three days UNDER POWER to get down there. There is no magical laser removing the rock in front of them so they can pass through, but that's OK because there is a continuous series of tunnels ALL THE WAY TO THE SURFACE. But lo! without power, the Navy can't find the ship and retrieve it from the ocean bottom. Are our heroes doomed? Nay! The WHALES (yes, I said whales) save them. WHAT, as they say, THE FUCK? Don't see this movie. Really, you won't like it.
That's it for today. Sorry about all the swearing, but honestly, what is wrong with these people? I probably wouldn't have been so hard on the movie, but they billed it as the movie that 'puts the science back in science fiction'. I don't think so.

Updated: 10:25, 04/25/2003

Yay, an update!
This last week went by without any major life changes. Drake updated his page, I lost about 15 pounds, and school work piled up. I've got to get into the library and write some papers. I've let my room pile up with laundry, books, and a Mountain Dew cans. My desk is permanently lost under a pile of papers, envelopes, CD-R's, and floppies. I spent Easter weekend in Prescott Valley, at my parent's house. I managed to fix my dad's video-card (I had to revert to an older driver), replace the sound card, and fix my brother's VCR all in one night. Not too shabby. I saw 8-Mile and Igby Goes Down this weekend, as well. They weren't bad movies. *-mile was a bit trite, but adrenaline-pumping at times. Igby didn't follow most of the standard story-telling guidelines, like having a conclusion, or having the character's motives clearly defined and the decisions made by that character stem from said motivations. Otherwise, it was a fascinating film. Now, I've got to get to writing.

The semi-autobiography.
I grew up on a military base; actually, I grew up on several military bases. My Dad was in the Navy. We moved around every two years or so. I went to 10 schools or so from first grade to Senior year, without counting my dual-enrollment. Life is a bit different in a military family than it is elsewhere. The first thing you have to know about is Orders. Orders are what make you pack up the most recent place you've called home, and move to someplace else you'll call home. Orders are what separate you from your friends. Orders are responsible for the multiple immunizations you'll get moving in and out of the country; they're responsible for the multiple schools you attend. Orders are the driving force of change in a military life. My Dad received Orders frequently, until he retired. I lived in California (SF, SD, Sacramento, El Cajon), Florida (Orange Park, Jacksonville) (South Carolina, Iowa, on Guam, and even spent a month or so in Hawaii (Oahu). I've been to almost every state in the Union. I've flown more hours than I can count. I've been in the Philippine Sea, the Pacific Ocean, the Atlantic Ocean, and the Gulf of Mexico. I've had more friends in my youth than most people make all their lives. I can walk into a room full of strangers, and know everyone by the time I walk out.
I live in Arizona right now. My parent's decided this was the place to retire after 22 years in the Navy. We came here from Jacksonville. Until I moved here, I was used to living in large cities. I really thought this place was a wasteland for the first few years. I have grown to love Arizona since then. I think Phoenix and Tucson are the worst parts. Currently, I'm at Northern Arizona University, in Flagstaff. I live in an apartment with three other guys and one squatter (she stays here so much, she's earned the nickname). I'm a Physics and Astronomy major, but I'm not really pursuing my degree at the moment. That means I have no direction, no motivation, and I take whatever classes I damn well feel like taking. My roommates are all Theatre majors (even Abbey the Squatter (we love you Abbey)). This makes for a very fun living arrangement, at least for me. I get to mingle with the Theatre clique (they all stick together), make tons of friends, but I have my own time away from everyone when I need it. I sometimes fix things around the house that get broken (I've done a lamp, an optical mouse, a TV/VCR combo and myriad screws that fall out of the drywall). Mostly, I just relax and watch The Screen Savers and Call for Help on TechTV, and read. I read a lot. My book collection is well over 300 and constantly rising. I have all the classics, and tons of good sci fi, humor, drama, and anything else you can think of. I go through about 9 books a month currently, but I have been slowing down recently. Someday, I'll put my entire collection (or at the very least, the titles and authors) online, for others to read and exclaim at.
I think that's all you need to know to be up to speed on my life. Look here semi-daily for updates, pics, and whatever else I feel like putting here. I'll always put a blurb on the HOME page to let you know when I update.

Updated: 12:00, 04/17/2003

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