my version:

by the way.... the g/f said.... I must talk about her..... since I can't think of anything nice to say...... I think I'll turn over a new leaf... this post is dedicated to the g/f .... I actually have plenty of nice things to say but that's just not my style as most of yew know.... but I shall do my best to make this post equally nice as the rest of them....


she said I should stop reffering to her as "The g/f" it's somewhat rude.... I dont like talking about my personal life to much... unless it is a good story that must be shared... this is the reason I do this.....

her actual name is Crystal.... (for those of yew that dont know) she is a blonde... I mean brunette... I mean... she dyes her hair... I mean..... oops.... she has hair... loverly blue eyes... wears glasses and usually has some smart assed answer... unless I'm involved in the conversation.... it's usually fuk off or kiss my ass... well yew know the deal..... she is slightly shorter than me and even if she's wearing her 3 inch heels.... she likes playing video games much like I do... except she likes the silly sim games... the type where yew are doing something similar to real life.. only fake.... except she does like racing games... she just can't beat me at them..... yet......... I've talked her into liking wrestling... but only because it's like a soap opera.... sometimes I think she wants to watch it more than I do....

we have asperations of traveling the world at some point... just need a bit of savings in order to get off our front porch..... someday this will happen...

we will someday be married ... according to her.... or at least she will force me into it one day she says..... (this is actually an embelished statement but she is working on getting me to settle down) .... ummm a sidenote..... honey... I know yewr reading this... dun get tooo mad... it's my story :P and I haven't said anything really bad yet ....

she has a large and for the most part close .... family.... where I have a small scattered family (except for portions of family in ontario... yew know who yew are) hers makes for interesting gatherings at places families go..... yew know bars and such....

she likes almost similar music to me... the only difference is that her taste is what I used to listen to where as I like stuff that I haven't heard before... new beats and such.... she just wants to sing along because she already knows the werds.... umm try I mean.... well she can sing when she tries.... yew know ... like I can.. if I try.... (some of yew even have wav files of me singing I know but umm keep them to yewrself damnit I may want to run for office someday... not... but maybe)

well so now I must go track down the g/f ... I mean Crystal to ask her what else I should write about her... yew know I have to get her approval of course.... why? because I love her.... oh.. yeah I love her she said.... but I really do mean this yew silly people.... perhaps one day I will have that ring she's looking for and wont even have to be conned into it lol... I'm sure that's not the case... I just say it for the joke... :)

her version:

by the way.... the g/f said.... I must talk about her..... since I can't think of anything nice to say...... I think I'll turn over a new leaf... this post is dedicated to the g/f .... I actually have plenty of nice things to say but that's just not my style as most of yew know.... but I shall do my best to make this post equally nice as the rest of them....


she said I should stop reffering to her as "The g/f" it's somewhat rude.... I dont like talking about my personal life to much... unless it is a good story that must be shared... this is the reason I do this.....

her actual name is Crystal.... (for those of yew that dont know) she is a blonde... I mean brunette... I mean... she dyes her hair... I mean..... oops.... she has hair... loverly blue eyes... wears glasses and usually has some smart assed answer... she is slightly shorter than me and even if she's wearing her 3 inch heels.... she likes playing video games much like I do... except she likes the silly sim games... the type where yew are doing something similar to real life.. only fake.... except she does like racing games... she just can't beat me at them..... yet......... I've talked her into liking wrestling... but only because it's like a soap opera.... sometimes I think she wants to watch it more than I do....

we have asperations of traveling the world at some point... just need a bit of savings in order to get off our front porch..... someday this will happen...

we will someday be married ... ummm a sidenote..... honey... I know yewr reading this... dun get tooo mad... it's my story :P and I haven't said anything really bad yet ....

she has a large and for the most part close .... family.... where I have a small scattered family (except for portions of family in ontario... yew know who yew are) hers makes for interesting gatherings at places families go..... yew know bars and such....

she likes almost similar music to me... the only difference is that her taste is what I used to listen to where as I like stuff that I haven't heard before... new beats and such.... she just wants to sing along because she already knows the werds.... umm try I mean.... well she can sing when she tries.... yew know ... like I can.. if I try.... (some of yew even have wav files of me singing I know but umm keep them to yewrself damnit I may want to run for office someday... not... but maybe)

well so now I must go track down the g/f ... I mean Crystal to ask her what else I should write about her... yew know I have to get her approval of course.... why? because I love her....perhaps one day I will have that ring she's looking for and wont even have to be conned into it lol... I'm sure that's not the case... I just say it for the joke... :)

human nature.... it seems we cannot help ourselves.... we must laugh ... point our fingers.... make fun of whatever we possibly can... espeshuly at the expense of others.... why is this? perhaps it's because most of us are insecure in ourselves that we have to point out others faults.... well that can't be .... I dont have any faults .... anyway...... enough of the jokes.... we are on the bus today (again the funniest things happen on the bus) and a friend of mine gets on the bus.... sits close to me.. we begin to catch up... haven't seen him in a while.... next to me the g/f and another friend of mine start giggling to each other..... how rude... I look over and they dont say anything.... I look away... giggle... hhmmm anyway my buddy gets off at his stop and as he's leaving I notice he has a sticker on his pants... the stickers that show the size of them... you know the kind ... see through lables they put on pants at the stores so you dont have to unfold them to see what size they are..... so what... we all forget shit like that once in a while.... so anyway it turns out they were laughing at that.... I personally would have told him if they had let me in on it... sheesh it's no big deal... now he'll be going around all day and when it comes time to wash the pants he'll have a silly sticker ground up in his laundry... good job....

the sad part of this story..... would happen to be that halfway through all this ride a dood gets on the bus... he has a three muskateers mustache looking thing goin on .... I couldn't help myself because the dood looked silly.... but at least my ridicul of a person was for a reasonable excuse.... when are we all gonna learn to stop this.... never I bet... at least not in my generation... life would be too boring... espeshuly since I'm perfect... blah......

there are so many things that are amazing to me.... one of which happened to me today..... now I know how horrible it is to have difficulties with language barriers.... but even worse... lets talk about accents.... now it's my personal opinion that the most difficult accent to work with is Oriental...... that being said..... I dont mean every Oriental accent... just people that are plain stupid and dont try to understand.... I mean I have an amazing ability to have patience even though I am totally losing it.... anyone that has seen me on a call knows what I'm talking about... I had an example call today... actually a few of them but this one will pertain more to my story......

so I have the call.. the woman says to me .... gosh.. I was just talking to India..... it is so difficult to understand them... why do they keep having the calls go there... I wish they would stop that..... ok so we have all heard this before or said it or some form of nonsense pertaining to this.... anyway what makes this entirely different was the fact that this woman had a thicker accent than most of the people I've ever talked to from India customer service.......... sheesh the nerve of some people.... what makes this even worse was that I had to explain to this woman the intricate features of a complicated piece of software......

here's the thing..... when your talking to someone and you have to repeat it .... it could be a hearing thing.... but when you say something and they say they understand but then ask the question again 5 minutes later.... what does that fall under....

the problem.... the lady was having a problem with what is called a circular reference..... this is when you have formulas pointing to each other in Excel.... dont understand??? neither did she... so I showed an example.....

in cell A1 the formula =A2 ... .which means that cell A1 equals whatever is in cell A2..... easy? I thought so.... now.... in cell A2 is =A3.... and in cell A3 is =A1...... now that means that A1 is equal to what is in A2 and A2 is equal to what is in A3 and A3 is equal to A1...... this my studious people is a circular reference..... meaning that the cells would basicly reffer back to each other.... it's not good practice unless you wanted an infinate calculation.... which is quite useless for most calculations....... (it seems that when I tried to explain this to theh g/f she didn't catch on either.... hhmmm oh well

so now that I've bored you to death back to the point..... the explanation is quite easy to understand but when you just say yes I understand even though you dont.... it just defeats the purpose.... especially when you are on the other end of the phone to me and keep asking the question over and over again..... and I thought the days of stupidity were gone..... Mac people know how to use the computer.... what a crock... they forgot to mention the people that bought the mac because of either it's reputation or that they thought the damned thing was really pretty.... sheesh get a life

by the way ... anyone looking here and doesn't happen to see my neat menu at the top.... seascape (my internet host for website) is down so my menu is down as well....

so I may just come back to this silly thing.... I've been told that people actually like my stories... perhaps (and I keep stressing this) these people would like to make it known by leaving a comment once in a while.... just so ya know .... ya dont have to leave your name... just a simple comment to let me know your there..... it's not like I can log into blogger.com and check my statistics...... hhhmmm maybe if I email them they could send me the info hehe..... anyway back to reality....

so I had invited my mother over to pick me up ....... I was having furnace troubles so I had the repair guy over...... (but that's just filler) so I was upstairs waiting for her to show up and I noticed my cat playing with something..... I look closer.... it's a nasty dried up ..... very seamingly old....... disgustingly hard....... mouse........

now it's very strange..... I'm happy the cat was batting it around like a toy..... it shows me that if there were mice in the house the cat would take care of them...... however.......... the cat found it.... my question is where? there hasn't been a sign of mice since we got the cat...... hence the reason for having the stupid thing..... anyway...... it's batting the damned thing around and I'm getting a kick out of it.... (I hate mice) but not as much as my mother..... next thing I know my mother is in the doorway ..... the cat is still playing with the nasty thing.... the girl friend is goin on about it..... I'm saying sssshhhhhhhhhhh ut up damnit...... tooooo late..... my mother hears her and is nearly jumping out of her skin clawing at the damned door to get the hell out of the house when I come down the stairs (meanwhile the damned cat had swatted the dried up icky yucky thing and it's flying down the stairs) I passed the thing assuring my mom that nothing is wrong and have her go sit down..... she doesn't...... I get in front of her blocking her view of the stairs.... and then the cat...... it comes down the damned stairs..... mom loves this cat by the way.... so she's trying to get the cat's attention.... I"m desparatly trying to cover up shit...... thankfully I did.... and all is over with... but it was a pretty good story.... just so ya'll know.... I dont have mice in the house... it just happened to be left over from my poison attempts to kill the bastards before we got the cat.... I'm pretty proficient at killing the fukn rodents....... but now that I've told this story ... nobody will come over I bet..... I dont like company anyway :P

just as she happened to come in the door..