Sunday, November 30, 2003
Avast, ye scurvy dogs!

Dave, Mario Kart is the dominant memory of your holiday? You should have been in the Melrose Marathon *shudder*. Was fun though.

This is mostly for the Victorian Stroll crowd . . . which I'm assuming is Dave, Amish, and Goatley . . . although some of them might not know it yet. Mindy has talked to Wells and me about doing something this Saturday on the square, probably dressing as Christmas Carol characters (scrooge, marley, ghosts) and playing cards in a bar window. Craziness. I'm not sure if anyone's mentioned it to Andy or Amish lately, so . . . if someone could tell Amish, that'd be great, since he doesn't do much internet using. And I'll see Andy tuesday nght in class.

I agree with Goathead's last post. I haven't been in Albia enough to get the full idea of the Garrett thing, but like he said...what was written on the blog was pretty much what's been said aloud, so no one should feel as if they've done something unusually horrible (it's not like you've all been considering unscrewing someone's skull and getting freaky with their brainstems, after all). And it's probably better for it to be understood than to fester as it has been.

Bil: Is there any way to change the name under which our posts appear? Like...so I'd be just Tim or Master of All instead of Tim Dicks?

Closing statement:

Q. Why did the koala bear fall out of the tree?

A. It was dead.


And also, although some may have heard it:

Q. What's yellow and can't swim?

A. A bulldozer.
Yeah. Ok. Everyones right. We just need some time apart. Mario Kart is the dominant memory of this holiday. Nothing else. Well besides making Garret upset. I dont know.

Im gonna mebbe update my site today. Yay. Lots of fun. Otherwize, its cleansing time.
"You know the world's gone mad when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the USA of arrogance and the Germans don't want to go to war."

I believe I told Garrett (and I was drunk, so my memory may be flawed) that if he was nice to us, we would be nice to him. We were talking about the possiblility of a California trip next summer and he said something about going. I said something about Amish and I being Santa, California being Christmas presents, and Garrett being on the naughty list as of now. I think we can all agree he has been on the naughty list lately. Maybe
his job is making him cranky, maybe hes been possessed by some evil annoying demon. Whatever the case, no one should feel bad about letting him know that. Although, we shouldn't be mean about it, I think he needs to be aware of the fact that we don't appreciate being sworn at or having the movies rudely interrupted, ect. OH, and I swear if he says "I'm gonna" one more FUCKING TIME!!

Garrett, you're my bro, thats not gonna change. But if you want everyone to stop ripping on you, don't be ripping on them or intentionally trying to piss anyone off. You did pretty good at my house the other night, try to continue that trend.
I am entirely too fucking tired.

And holy hell I am Mario Karted out. I was driving back to Chariton and checking my rearview mirror for flying demon blue shells. It was fun, though. I think we're pretty much at the zenith of the game, unfortunately. Smash will probably comeback before too long. MK is going to be basically the same as tonight from here on in.

Anyways. Dave. It's a public web log. Anyone with an internet connection can read this shit, especially if you link to it from your main fucking website. None of us said anything worse than what's been said up in the apartment. If he wants to blow it all up out of proportion, fine. But if this turns into some kind of soap opera bullshit on the blog, I'll just pull the plug on it.

There's really nothing to feel bad about.

But it might be a good idea to point out to everyone right now that this thing is public and anyone could potentially see what you're writing.
Garrett read the blog. How? I dont know. People shouldnt go to places they DONT know or understand. I feel bad for hurting his feelings but what can I do? Garretts a cool kid yes. Hes a fun guy. Id trust him with my life. BUT the fact is that his maturity is WAY below us. Hes okay in small doses...like alcohol. Too much is just too much. It seems a common status that everyone that had a prob did tell gert they had a prob with him, just that he didnt pick it up. Again DONT GO TO PLACES YOU DONT KNOW ABOUT! True. If you saw a link on your friend's site youd trust it right? Then again Gert is the one who put 2 viruses on my computer and broke the futon moreso but still a bro is a bro. Mebbe if he didnt ALWAYS have to be around you know? Like takin a break from friends is an ok thing. I go a week or so w/o contact w/ a lot of peep and we still have fun when me meet. Mebbe thats whats wrong? Mebbe too Gert was just a bag for us to punch. A way to vent our anger on someone who got pissy. Fuck. I dont know. I feel bad. Itll pass this will clear up.

OH and He snored a fucking bunch and kept me from sleeping. And he gave me hives.
Saturday, November 29, 2003
Ugghhh....last night...too much booze. Still hungover. Tim, Bil and Wes just left. I'm going to drive into town to eat subway with their smarmy asses. Just thought I'd post this little blog to begin my drunken/hungover legacy on this board. I figure if I start off hungover, maybe then the drunken posts that will surely follow will seem all the better. I dunno. I'm hungry. Where's grrt? I want leftovers.
Friday, November 28, 2003
Oh boy Im a stupid Gert. We were playing the wrong circuit on MKDD. Its the STAR CUP we shoudl play!
Ill try my godlike premise at it today for i am not sleeping.

Mmm...did someone say LEFTOVERS?!
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Etc...

Argh! He makes me want to pull out my eardrums with a fork!
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Meagan's continued living calls into question the idea of the existence of a benevolent god.

This Thanksgiving, I'll be thankful I wasn't sleeping with a harpoon gun beneath my pillow when she woke me up. I'd be eating my holiday meal tonight either in the Albia lockup or outside of whatever Minnesota gas station I felt was safe enough to leave my getaway vehicle outside of for more than a minute and a half.
He's a smarmy bitch.

Badass MSI pics. We should have stayed around after the concert/had a camera.
Oh, by the way, Garrett is a bitch.
HEY! New pictures on website!

www.geocities.com/atticleaches
I link to everyone elses that I know of...

I like ponies. Its 8:32 am on Turkey Day, so I should sleep as well. . .
Hey, that works a lot better.

Wait, WHY THE FUCK AM I AWAKE?!?
Heh, funny shit at II-

Tips for Paranormal Investigators.

I particularly like Rule 4:

Nobody splits up. Ever. The entire house will be explored in due time. Even the most obsessive-compulsive efficiency-freak would agree that "covering more ground" is significantly less effective if your people die before they can cover their assigned "more ground". Further, if one person has to take a piss, EVERYONE goes with him. INTO the bathroom. INTO the bathroom stall, if applicable. The short-term embarrassment of having your compatriots witness your bodily functions pales in comparison to the long-term ignominy of having your privates ripped off by toilet zombies before help can arrive. "Safety First" isn't just a motto, it's a way of life!

But now I need to sleep. It's thanksgiving, and shit.
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Ryan is here w/ Evil Jon and Heather and theyre festering over Mario Kart Double Dash. Yes, and Ive unlocked All Tour Mode so i shall get no sleep.

And Wes? Ill call you whatever the hell i feel like ;)
Random picture of me I drew at work yesterday.

I'd like to draw each of us in that style and incorporate it into our posts somehow. That way it would be easier to tell who is posting without having to look down in the bottom right of each post.

[edit: although that is technically no longer a problem]

Oh well, something to work on later.

I'll be in Albia tomorrow, gotta eat at Grandmas around noon, but after that's over with I'm free. FREE AS A BIRD.

But speaking of work... I gotta go.
WesBob = doesn't matter. Just got annoying after a bit.

Dave's MSI page = fucked.

Dave... Calm the fuck down.

Diablo 2 now...

P.S. Heading home in like an hour...
And by 'excited' I mean angry.

Obviously.
DOOP E DOO! I'm on Blog now! All you creative mother fuckers creating all your master pieces of shit better represent!

Yeah. Did people want to booze tonite? NOT THE FUCK AT MY APARTMENT! It pisses the hell out of me when everyone just ASSUMES they can drink at my place. Wasn't there a STATED RULE in June that people had to TELL ME they were drinking?! You bucking shit eating Hebrew haters. You can drink somewhere else for the thanxgivin drunkfest but NOT when I'm at work overnite! Common curteousy!

Oh, and I own you!

Dave -_-
IT'S 2:30 IN THE AFTERNOON AND PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!

Inviting Dave now. He seems kind of excited.

Re: the WesBob thing, I only mentioned it because of Dave's usage in his MSI Trip page. You can remove it if you want.
Yesterday history class was rather amusing. Some how the topic of irony came up.

First off the teacher, Proffesor Cotts (initials jc for short, much to his amusement) is an interesting character who in many ways resembles how Tim would be if he was a snobbier medievilist. Any way he went off on a tangent about the song irony.

I.E.
Its like a fly in your chardonay
blah blah isn't it ironic
etc...

And he explained how it was interesting because none of the things she lists are ironic. Unfortunate circumstances yes, but not ironic. In fact the truly ironic part is that she took time to write a whole song about irony when "she doesn't even know what the fuck irony means" (the fuck bit was sort of muttered under his breath). I laughed. Then we continued talking about the "boobonic" plague. It was one of my stranger class meetings I must say...
Grumble. Morning...

I thought I had escaped the WesBob thing.
And monki should be with an o not an 0 I've decided... I fixed it for you.

For what its worth I think my favorite song off the new Mindless Self Indulgence cd is Capital P. I just liked the seemingly happy sort of bouncy sound to it. Then I looked up the lyrics online (Mmm. Sweet sweet lyrics...) and proceeded to laugh and gain a deeper appreciation for the song. Its astounding how ricockulous some msi lyrics are...

I'll be returning home this afternoon, and I must say I fear for my butt...

Those kids' voracious man-appetite always is frightening...
Thar she blows!

Goatley and Amish called me tonight, asked that I stop by a liquor store and pick up a "gentleman." I'm not sure if they think male prostitutes just naturally hang around booze shops or what, but knowing their insatiable appetites for cheap, dirty buttsex, I'm not really surprised.
The End
The Attic Apartment Blog is a go.

Anyone that hangs out at the apartment, really, can have an account. You just have to contact me and ask.

Shit, I might even say yes.

The Beginning!