| For all my old school Cam friends... |
[19 Jan 2006|07:28pm] |
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Taken from www.sybilsummers.com.
Rock Paper Scissors Tournament- Night 2 (of 6)
RPS is sweeping the nation, and it's coming to a bar near you! Join us 01/26/06 from 9-11pm at Sneaky Pete's on Lake Lewisville. It's located at 2 Eagle Point Dr. (I-35 & Garden Ridge). It's your 2nd chance to qualify in DFW for our Rock Paper Scissors contest.
We've teamed up with Bud Light to bring you a contest that any drunk guy can play. Each nightly winner will be awarded an iPod and an invite to the Showdown on March 1st. The grand prize that night is a trip to Las Vegas where you will compete for $50,000! Don't miss your chance.
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| No no! Onry one flom Corumn A, and one flom Corumn B!! |
[28 Dec 2005|06:50pm] |
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Where to start?
First off, Happy Birthday wishes to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) shadowlore. See you at The Crotch soon, bro. That being said, this brings me to another point. I just got off the phone with him. Clio, you've been removed from my friends list, and you know why. I don't care how mad someone makes you, that kind of behavior is unacceptable, even in my eyes. See ya.
As I've mentioned in earlier posts, I've been working out religously since September 2nd. I have posted the before and after pictures online, but not here. They can be found at www.myspace.com/dsnutz. If you're not on MySpace, well, sucks to be you. Smooch the pooter.
Also, I'd been dating a girl since right around the time I started working out. Yes, I used the word I'd. I had. Past tense. She got her shit out of my house while I was at work yesterday. This was after I had not seen her ass since Thanksgiving weekend, and she returned maybe 2 of my calls. I called her yesterday, to let her know she left her dog's bowl at my house. She returned the call, and offered this, as a half-assed explanation as to why she went about our breakup in such a chickenshit manner.
"It was just easier to do it this way, so I didn't have to think about all this stuff."
"What?!? What STUFF? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Everything."
"Huh? Yeah, okay. That narrows it the fuck down. Anyway, come get your bowl, and have fun making babies with someone else."
The last line may need some elaboration, before anyone gets the wrong idea. It's the reason we broke up. This girl is 22. 10 years my junior. Her big plan is to get a degree in Marine Biology, and move to the coast, and somewhere along the line, she wants to have kids. Well, I was up front with her. I told her, very clearly, in the beginning that 1. - I am, under no uncertain terms, NOT moving outside of 100 miles from my kids. Not happening. You go to the coast? You're going without me. 2. - I don't want more kids. I have two. It's time to raise them, not make more. In fact, my plan was to get a Vasectomy at age 35, come Hell or high water (read: Insured or not). Every time I took this girl out, she kept talking about how she didn't want me to get the operation. This girl hasn't even gone back to school, much less gotten the degree she wants, and she keeps talking about making babies with me! Let's also throw in the fact she has a medical condition which led to doctors telling her that it's highly unlikely she'll conceive in the first place.
I've had enough nutjobs in my life. I was ready to break up with her, anyway, but the whole Houdini act she pulled; by just not calling or talking to me in some hopes that I'd get a clue, is just bullshit. This is why I very, very rarely stay friends with women I date. Many of them pull some stupid disrespectful shit at the end that renders me disinclined to put up with their asses for one minute more than I have to, which is long enough for them to get their shit and get the fuck out of my life.
All that crap aside, I'm being hired on full time at National TaxNet. Starting January 3rd, I will have more job security, be working with really cool people, doing Property Tax Examination, for more money than I'm making now, and getting a great benefits package, to boot. Also, since I will be getting insurance, I'm ramping up my plans for a vasectomy, and getting it done ASAP.
FYI - I will NOT be entertaining any comments attempting to dissuade me from my decision to go under the knife. You don't like it? Tough titty, said the kitty, but the milk sure was good. Go find someone else to be your baby daddy.
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| "If you will not turn to the Dark Side, then perhaps SHE will..." |
[21 Sep 2005|04:48pm] |
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Yeah, it's been a while. Why? Ain't shit been happenin'. That's why.
The only reason I felt I needed to update, was because on Monday night an attempt was made on my life. It was by a decorated airman with the German Luftwoffe, no less. He's been in hiding for a while, now, but if anyone finds the Red Baron, tell him I'm gonna kick his ass for making me have the shits for 6 hours only for my pain to finally come to an end by puking up half a Specialty Combo frozen pizza in the men's room of my fucking job at 8:20am the next morning.
There was a dude in the men's room, while I was puking. Luckily, I always have a toothbrush and toothpaste at my job, because I'm OCD like that about my teeth. When I was brushing up, he came out of his stall, and said, "Shit, I didn't know the tailgate party at the Cowboy game was that good, or I'd have stayed longer."
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| A death in the family |
[02 May 2005|07:00pm] |
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I got the news, as I was driving home from my first official day back in the corporate rat race.
Vaya con Dios, my friend. Vaya con Dios.
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| I own the Millenium Falcon of computers |
[31 Mar 2005|01:12pm] |
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Only without the whole "Fastest Hunk o' Junk in the Galaxy" bit. My Power Supply bit it at about 3:45am last night, so I got to take my ass to a computer store, and drop $54 for a new one. Yay. Now, officially, the only remaining piece of original equipment on my computer from when I bought it is the 1st CD-ROM drive.
Frankenputer lives!
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| The perfect end, to a perfect day. |
[21 Mar 2005|02:33pm] |
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I hurt my leg really good on Friday. I'm okay, now, but at least a story to tell, right?
I bought this cursed mobile home 3 years ago. By bought, I mean financed, and due to an ass raping interest rate, I'm stuck here because I'm upside-down on my mortage. I want out of this hole so bad. But, I digress. When said purchase was made 3 years ago, the builders also provided me with two nice wooden decks out front and out back. There was only one problem with them. When they built these decks, it rained for 3 days straight afterwards, and it was only AFTER the rain had passed that they bothered to tell me that they didn't stain the decks. I promptly broke out the Thompson's Water Seal, but I feared the damage may have been done, from the torrential downpour.
Fast forward 3 years later, to last Friday. I knew I was getting my kids for the weekend, so I went to the grocery store to get food and stuff for the kids' stay. I got the groceries home, and on my second trip out to the truck, I proceeded to put my foot THROUGH the deck, creating a square foot hole right in the center of it, and not to mention pretty much busting my ass in the process. It hurt my leg pretty good, since I managed to scrape the center stud support beam on the way down, but my pride was hurt more than anything. Two of the dudes that live across the street from me were out front barbecuing, and saw the whole thing. I felt REALLY cool, then.
So, my weekend with my kids was spent using my father's tools to rebuild my front deck. I just got done staining it. I have only bruising on my leg now, that's rapidly dissapating, but damn. This weekend could have gone better.
At least I have Shiner Bock in my fridge.
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| The further adventures of DJ D. Snutz |
[15 Mar 2005|01:30pm] |
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It's a little late in posting my update regarding my weekend, but hell, I never touch this thing anymore except to look at what my friends are up to, so sue me.
I had A LOT of fun at the Pisces Party. I really hope futurehero enjoys what I got him for his birthday. de_nova, you were definitely missed, my friend. It's never the same, when all three of us aren't there together.
Anyway, this year had much less drama than a lot of the parties, but there is one thing I have to say. There should be a death penalty for the asshole who cockblocked me at my own birthday party. WTF is up with that? lol I had a couple more offers after that, but Shiner Bock was being a truer mistress than they, so I settled. :)
And to those who read this journal that I play SWG with, no, I didn't quit. I got sucked into KOTOR 2. Also, I play City of Heroes, and I'd been neglecting my friends there.
Well, I don't really feel any older, so that's a good thing. I'll try to update more, but don't hold your breath. :)
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| A lemming, ganked from sitara_rising, since I don't feel like updating. |
[25 Jan 2005|01:44pm] |
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 | You scored as Angel. You are Angel! You're the hero. You may have done some things in your past that you're not proud of, but you've proven yourself to be a true champion in your quest for redemption.
Angel | | 88% | Doyle | | 81% | Wesley | | 75% | Lorne | | 69% | Gunn | | 69% | Cordelia | | 56% | Connor | | 50% | Fred | | 31% | </td>
Which Angel Character Are You?
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| Hell, why not. |
[28 Dec 2004|04:11pm] |
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| You scored as Neutral Good. A Neutral Good person tries to do the 'goodest' thing possible. These people are willing to work with the law to accomplish their goal, but if the law is corrupt they are just as willing to tear it down. To these people, doing what's right is the most important thing, regardless of rules, customs, or laws.
Neutral Good | | 80% | Lawful Good | | 70% | Lawful Neutral | | 60% | Lawful Evil | | 50% | Chaotic Good | | 50% | True Neutral | | 45% | Neutral Evil | | 35% | Chaotic Neutral | | 10% | Chaotic Evil | | 10% | </td>
What is your Alignment?
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| "You cannot hide forever, Luke..." |
[20 Dec 2004|09:09pm] |
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So, someone pointed out to me last week that I don't post anymore on here. Well, technically, I do, but it's all geeky, goofy City of Heroes stuff, but that's hardly an update.
Anyway, the only news I have to report is that things have chilled with the ex, and she's come to terms with what my rights are, in regards to Christmas. Other than that, I'm in dire need of a haircut, which shall take place tomorrow, I'm currently studying for the Postal Battery Exam, I'm still 190 lbs, and I haven't had a drink in over a month.
I know. Rivetting.
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| My Memorial Post |
[10 Dec 2004|11:46am] |
I would have posted this sooner, but for some unknown reason, my internet connection went down on Wednesday afternoon, and after 3 calls to Comcast, it magically came back up some time before I woke up this morning.
I got to meet Dimebag on two occasions. On the first, I was 16 years old. I was a drummer in a Heavy Metal garage band named Vex. My friend Scott Raney was a drummer in his own band, and they frequently opened for Pantera. The meeting itself wasn't noteworthy, nor did he remember me years later, when I auditioned for a D.J. position at his all nude strip club, The Clubhouse. I would have given almost anything to have him as a boss. He was too cool.
As much as I dislike Chaz, of the local show on KDGE FM, he hit the nail right on the head last night when broadcasting from the Memorial service at the Clubhouse. He died doing exactly what he loved.
Godspeed, Dimebag, and save me a seat.
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| Alright, fine. Getchoo somma dis! |
[09 Nov 2004|09:06pm] |
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1. Stop talking about politics for a moment or two.
2. Post a reasonably-sized picture in your LJ, not under a cut tag, of something pleasant, such as an adorable kitten, or a fluffy white cloud, or a bottle of booze. Something that has nothing to do with politics.
3. Include these instructions, and share the love.
I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, my Desktop Wallpaper.
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| I quit... |
[02 Nov 2004|12:10pm] |
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Apparently on Halloween night, there are parts of the evening I can't even recall, due to how messed up I got. I went down this road when I was in the Marine Corps, and I'm not doing it again.
I'm giving up drinking.
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| "I haven't gone by the name Obi-Wan, since all before you were born." |
[28 Oct 2004|11:27am] |
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This post is going to bore non-cammies to tears. I'd advise you not to read on, if that's the case.
I haven't played in the Cam in years, and have no intention of EVER returning to it. Anyway, the chronicle is ending, and this gives me an excuse to post something in this damn thing. People are posting their characters played, and opened up a forum for questions. Well, here's mine:
CAM/ANARCH VENUE:
Remy Richilieau - This was a shizophrenic Toreador I played pre-reset, that only lasted one night. He was jacked by the Archon Isyllt, for his Diablerie.
Dieter Hausenfaust - A Brujah that I became quickly bored of playing, but others seemed to enjoy him. He was part of the Gestapo in his mortal life, and was embraced by a sadistic Cainite that appreciated his sheer remorseless cruelty.
Seti Qa-a - A Path of the Warrior based Follower of Set. I didn't get to play this one much, since I didn't want to split time out with my main character.
D'Artagnan LeBeau - Ah, yes. Who could forget Prince Big Dick? This was my main man, and my passion in the Cam for the better part of 5 years. He was a Toreador Embraced in the 17th Century by the Archon Stefan Au'Courant, and a prominent member of the De La Croix bloodline. He was known for his 8 Gorgeous Traits, gifted singing ability, deadly skill in combat, and being an Iron Fist clad in a velvet glove, when some poor fool would always suggest the big D as a candidate for Prince.
GAROU:
Darius "Spirit of the Iron Fang" Winthrop - This was my first character in the Cam, conceived on a cold December evening in 1996. Obsessed with killing vampires, to avenge the death of his Kinfolk parents who were slain by the Sabbat, this Silver Fang made many pre-reset, mixed venue games highly entertaining. Just before the reset, Darius had travelled to South America, to aid the other Garou in the Amazon. However, he stumbled across the Hell's Hand Hive, first, and his madness intrinsic to the Silver Fang Tribe made him an easy target for subversion. He returned to the Garou venue as "Pisses on Peace", the Black Spiral Dancer, and ended up subverting several of the players into his own Hive based in Lewisville, which he called the Hive of the No Moon Doom. With the exception of the Warder, they were all Ragabash.
Chutahualpa, Blood of the Incas - I never actually got to play this character, since it made it to the top of the approval process and sat there for a year, but I feel I should mention it, since I love Bastet, and this was a cool character, in my opinion. He was a Xenophobic Balam Tribe were-Jaguar, seeking refuge from the War of the Amazon, since his Den-Realm had been destroyed by Pentex.
Last, but certainly never least....
Deez Nutz - The only character I didn't mind putting D'Artagnan on the back burner for. My Toreador may have been my passion, but Deez was nothing short of a party every time I played him. He was the embodiment of (In my opinion, anyway) a Glasswalker Ahroun, in the Urban Primitive camp. Using silver tools, he modified his body, to shape his appearance in Crinos through Lupus forms. He shaved his body hair down to a short coat, cropped his ears, docked his tail, and bleached certain elements to a light brown, to represent a Doberman Pinscher. Unfortunately, this led to his acquiring the Flaw: Pierced Veil (Identical to the Children of Gaia Tribal Drawback), since really, who would be afraid of a giant puppy? Some of his exploits included ruining a Wyld Hunt, by taking down a deer spirit with a Mac-10 Submachine gun (and spoiling some Sept Alpha Challenge in the process. Whatever. Did you see how I riddled that shit, yo?), telling the assembled Garou Nation at ICC "What have I learned from this? You CAN'T STOP DEEZ NUTZ!", and calling the West Wind with a cell phone during a Moot.
Questions? Comments? "D, you're such a fucktard!"? Write away...
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