Howdy howdy from the Land of the Rising Unemployment©, by which I mean Japan. I've been a little slow with this, but it is time for a Roving Report from Japan. Since I like danger, I decided to spend my New Year's in the farthest East, and hence first to experience Y2K difficulties, of the Nuclear-able countries. Fortunately, and in meeting with my expectations, there were absolutely no problems, reinforcing my belief that by ought-two, no-one will remember what the Y2K bug was.
As I have walked about Tokyo these past two weeks, I have often thought of those roller shoes Weishaupt reported about. You see, Tokyo is a walking city. Not in the sense Portland is, with short blocks and public fountains and parks, but in the sense that you'd have to be a goddamn insane masochist to drive there. So, while trekking from one subway station to another, whenever I find I am on a gentle decline I wish I had ejectible wheels I could ride down on. I'm faily sure that a clever person could plan their trips through the labyrinthine subway system to ensure they never had to walk uphill.
Of course it goes without saying that those shoes are gay, because they are kind of similar to rollerblades. We all know that all rollerbladers are hopelessly gay and homosexual, because everyone says so. I don't know any rollerbladers personally, of course, because then I'd be gay too, but take it from me, they're all gayer than gay. Especially if they say they're not, because people who say they aren't gay are they gayest ones of all. So, in the preceding paragraph, I apologize if anyone got the idea that all things related to rollerblades were not hopelessly gay. Except for rollerskates, of course, which are old-school.
More reports from the land of the bukkake coming soon.
Hmm that post last night was made in a drunken haze.. Lets ignore it and
push it down the screen a bit with a good ol' post. Each morning I wake
up and instead of reading the news paper I sit down at the computer and
check my email and check out some of my main sites. (Sites featured on the
right side of this screen).. Anyways I'd just like to give it up to Stile and his new Chinese
rap song.
See what Stile is doing
is making real music, maybe not to everyones taste but it is still real
music (and Ween style at that). Everyday we are saturated with marketting
songs (ie Brittney Spears, Spice Girls, N Sync) which are some how passing
for music and these people are winning awards, money, fame.. You know
Brittney Spears didn't write 1 lick of her music, she is a kid, with
breast enlargements.. Thats sick, she is nothing but a piece of
marketting.. Art is gone, its dead..
Umm Hello? Don't open my shit.. It has my name on it. Tim isn't your name, I hope your not getting your
own name confused. Yeah maybe because your my father you can open my shit but no, you didn't raise me. I've spent more time hanging out with Josh than you have ever spent with me in my whole life. Again another story.. No wait fuck it. Not another story.. This Story.. Thats right muthafucka I drove over 200 fucking miles after working xmas eve to come and visit you. I brought you and your new wife a gift. You know what? You have nothing, but so what who gives a shit about stupid gifts, but the fact that I took the time to drive up there spend a day up there and drive back just to goto work and start up the next quarter and you didn't have shit to say to me. I'm broke as fuck also, I'm working my way through college and you haven't footed a dime. I know your making more money than me. And whats this all about, when you were down in Portland for some sort of conference for 3 days, and you didn't even make an attempt to see me? Know whats worse? You stayed in a hotel 4 blocks from my apartment. So why am I writing this? Cause I wanna say FUCK YOU but I can't say that shit to your face cause I couldn't tell a complete stranger to fuck off. Anyways he goes on to say he thinks because we have the same last name and that we have a joint savings account (from when I was a kid). I dunno but thats kinda spooky to see wierd bank y2k shit popping up. But as always Washington Mutual has FUCKED UP. Hear that Josh? Your beloved fucking Washington Mutual again has fucked up. They where the last to get online banking and again last to fucking become y2k compliant.
I'm sure you do.
Wow that was incredibly Bence like, and was fun! I know why Bence rants off about his parents but don't think I hate my parents cause my Mom is an O.G. Pimp
Came to work early today to work on a special project. We're moving part
of our tech support team over to a new building, and I'm supposed to go
over there with another supervisor to make sure that all the boxes we have
work and have network connectivity. Of course when I get to the other
building I find out that there is crap in every cube we're supposed to
use, and there are no boxes. So there was nothing that I could do to get
the ball rolling, and we're going to be live on monday. The senior
manager who is supposed to be running the show didn't seem concerned and
told me that he'd go in on sunday and set the floor up. Oh yeah, I
believe that. I'm just waiting to go in and find the whole place in
complete dissarray with nothing working, and calls flooding our service
level into the earth. And I'm sure as shit not coming in on Sunday,
'cause I intend to be out of town with my fiancee. Oh well, they want to
screw everything that's their business. I just try to clean up the
messes.
I saw this in a movie about a bus that had to SPEED around a city, keeping its SPEED over fifty, and if its SPEED
dropped, it would explode. I think it was called, "The Bus That Couldn't Slow Down."
I don't understand why drugs get such a bad rap in this country.
It surfaced this week that US drug czar and recovering nicotine addict
Barry McCaffrey has been using the money that Congress earmarked
for goody anti-drug advertising to
get the networks to weasel smarmy
messages into their regular programming. In other words, slamming
the good guys
during the nightly "news", and those sitcom episodes
where some kid gets plowed at a party and has to endure a heart-warming
conversation with his dad. For the last couple years, the drug czar's
office has been writing and modifying those cheesy scripts for the networks,
to ensure that the anti-drug message contained therein is suitably
propagandistic. And if that's not Orwellian enough,
Stile's new
bitch, Orrin Hatch, has passed a law banning web sites with
any information on growing or using drugs. Since I'm already a felon,
I'd like to take this opportunity to violate this law with a helpful pot hint:
if you want to steal a hit from people passing a joint at a concert, don't
ask them for a hit! Ask them if they would take a hit, and blow the smoke
in your face; they'll look at you oddly, and just let you take a hit instead.
Try it out, kids!
Ok check this, I have a bank account at Washington mutual, and so does my dad. I never really see or talk to my dad, just because he is a dead beat and thinks that I should be making all the effort to
talk to him. But thats another story. Anyways I get an email from him saying that he got my bank statement in the mail, well does he forward it down to me? Nope he opens the fucker and sends me an email.
I got your checking account statement in the mail. That's right. Your
checking account. I can tell by the statement that you wrote a check
for $32. at Chang's Mongolian Grill on January 11, and that you spend an
inordinate amount of money at 3030 NE Wiedler.
Hope everything is going well for you.
I'd like to take the time out to thank our sponser NoDoz. All of you computer geeks who think that drinking mnt dew is so hardcore, 1 pill is the same as 2 cans of mnt dew. You can pop 4 or 5 in a sitting(depends on your stomach), so you do the math. Plus NoDoz has a minty taste which is oh so breath freshing.
Well last night I had plans, I'd get fucked up drinking various spirits and partaking in some
other subtance fun. Then I'd work on the website and finsh the work I wanted to do on that ugly left
side bar. It was gonna be kind of a 
As most of you guys probably know I'm a big VW fan. I find myself thinking of
things to sell so I can upgrade various parts of my current 95 Vw Golf. I like looking,
reading and thinking about various VW things. Maybe it sounds a bit strange almost a bit
sick and obsessive but when I look at a picture like this I'm reassured that I am normal and thankful
I'm not hairy.
Eod has changed his cam pic to some sort of complicated
Lego marital aid, so I've archived this fun pic from
a few days ago. I've done this to make up for the
fact that mine has been down for several days, as
Those sad few of you who follow our webcams might have
noticed. When I tried plugging it into my
Win2K machine, windows helpfully popped up an install
window, chose a driver, and rebooted the computer...
All without me doing a thing! What a time-saving
convenience! After the reboot, windows failed to load
a device driver, and helpfully suggested I try safe
mode. Great idea, except the Microsoft-written driver
helpfully included the "safe" tag, so that it would
load in safe mode. Took me an hour to fix that, and
then another several hours to fix the various other
problems incurred during the first hour. Man, I'm
glad I didn't pay for this!
Oh ya.. $33.95 from Alladvantage, all you non-believers best step back. This check is going towards the domain
registration in which we still have yet to pay.
Well, thank you Windows 2000. This is the error message
I just got trying to play Quake. Now, easier to use
than ever! In all seriousness, I heartily reccomend
switching over to NT if you enjoy: hunting for rare
drivers online, poring through vast error logs, and
manually fixing buggy .inf files in safe mode.
My doctor tells me that I've been spending an unhealthy
amount of time lately ruminating on my lost foreskin.
I, like countless others, was cruelly deprived of
my protective pepperoni sheath at a tender age.
While 
Oh man! Did anyone else besides me see my Seahawks loose to the Jets? What a pity! But hey we still made
it into the playoffs because Kansas City