tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41525652011-06-05T07:07:57.059-07:00Temporary CatharsisThe words of an iracund, tepid yet appealing.Strellnoreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1136155710214712782006-01-01T14:47:00.000-08:002006-01-01T15:03:38.306-08:00Two things are validated recently:One. I really wish people would pay some fucking attention when you expect them to.Two. If you want something done right, do it yourself. Do not, do not, expect ANYONE to give a shit as much as you do/would/will. It's not that I believed this totally - it's that I thought certain persons were exempt from this categorization. Sadly, no one is. This includes Strellnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1133524978744809832005-12-02T04:02:00.000-08:002005-12-02T04:02:58.753-08:00I have safely and fully determined how I will navigate the rigors of boredom brought upon by graduation ceremonies.PSP.Humans are not worthy of this ambrosia.Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1130967783501909632005-11-02T13:40:00.000-08:002005-11-02T13:44:30.860-08:00I am sorry to report the following.But late last night, I came to digital epiphanies since lost in a vortex of nightmarish images.Mario DDR is out, and mein gott. Mario looked at me, from inside the television screen, and called me his little bitch.His eyes glowed red and he bellowed a series of malicious laughs, each wrought in sadistic magics and seared into my skin. And he laughed. He Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1128440464986280612005-10-04T08:39:00.000-07:002005-10-04T08:41:04.990-07:00Working with persons who know nothing about technology is very frustrating.Me> I need to reboot the computerFoil> WhyMe> To get everything setup on the networkFoil> No that's okay I need to check my e-mailMe> Right. Until I do that you can'tFoil> Oh that's okay you can waitOver and over and over. I want to scream out USE YOUR F*CKING LAPTOP FOR THE TIME BEING, but then I think I would be out of Strellnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1124984068101446402005-08-25T08:31:00.000-07:002005-08-25T08:34:28.106-07:00I wanted to announce that I have purchased a puppy. Her name is Sprite and she is a Siberian Husky. She lives nicely in my Nintendo DS and knows two tricks so far.All of this has been done with my masculinity remaining intact.To prove the last statement, I offer this: Victoria's Secret's mannequinns make an exceptionally strong case for humans to manufacture translucent women. Those Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1121670033082699852005-07-17T23:13:00.000-07:002005-07-18T00:09:44.400-07:00I'm pretty bored and felt like literature called. Mechanized literature - the digital kind, self published and born. So I'm mixing little peices of zeroes and ones. DNA in the antiverbal realm. I love it. Mechanical. Cold. Beautiful.A sixth one came out, and that's almost as many....First off, matrimonial matters. There are strictly of the peripheral category - no centralized targets Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1111033293174835442005-03-16T20:20:00.000-08:002005-03-16T20:21:33.180-08:00Short story, I hope to extend this and maybe even illustrate it."The COmponents of Silence" People are always scared when I pull out the knife. This guy is no different. “I’m afraid you don’t understand. I’m here to kill you and nothing less or more.” He’s breathing fast now, like all the others. Just once I’d like to find someone with a bit more conviction, but that doesn’t come Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1108591377998372072005-02-16T13:57:00.001-08:002005-02-16T20:47:06.390-08:00The world doesn't know it, but it was saved from another shitty band a few weeks ago.To other ends, I question the reality of a world where people, given enough time, actually begin to learn certain things in their own right, motivations and convictions that fell from clouds in the form of thunderous daggers a long time ago. Part of it seems unfair - like chemical burns - and part of it seems Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1106599303848865212005-01-24T13:41:00.000-08:002005-01-24T12:41:43.846-08:00Drugs or alcohol not involved?
Yea ok.Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1105581401275573022005-01-12T17:56:00.000-08:002005-01-14T07:44:33.756-08:00I'm going to name my first kid "Jude Drew Snodgrass."
Catchy, aye?
Booyakasha.
EDIT: COMPLETE FUCKING PWNEGE.Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1105402621664264932005-01-10T16:16:00.000-08:002005-01-10T16:17:01.663-08:00I know someone who is currently into the song "Collide" and got into a car wreck today.
God obviously has a sense of humor.
I am terrified.Strellnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1105145718023700232005-01-07T16:54:00.000-08:002005-01-07T18:04:03.903-08:00Ahhh, I finally struck a blow against bitchdom.
It feels good.
Sweet and delicious, like an orange tainted by sweet pain and agony from a thousand broken hearts.
When you find someone red handed, caught in the nth lie of their life, you stop seeing them as an ominous power, and more as the weak fools they are. And they will fail in their life over and over.
Then you see their friend, Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1104801901225048502005-01-03T16:47:00.000-08:002005-01-03T18:37:04.436-08:00At some point I had to think about the absolute direction of this blog. Originally the trajectories amounted to romantic fantasies and a warped agony, centralized by tangents all connected by fractioned sanity and geometric tears.
So it would be like everyone else. Today sucked. This is awesome. This is funny. And I just thought you might like to know as well.
There was little evolution and Strellnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1102722924210662922004-12-10T15:54:00.000-08:002004-12-10T15:55:24.210-08:00I know it's been over a year since I've updated this, but this event called for it.
Gabe, Tycho, this one is for you.
Dear BJ,
Just letting you hear from a gamer getting off his lazy ass.
I don't think I need to type much. My guess is that what I could say will be better stated by legions of other gamers that, I beleive, are e-mailing you as I write. I'm sure the messages are peppered with Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1067329479241604022003-10-28T00:24:00.000-08:002003-10-28T00:28:59.390-08:00Today was the first day that I managed to go through its entirety without speaking to my girlfriend. It's 2 in the morning. I've been up since 6:30 or so. I went to class, work, came home, napped, and then went and studied calculus for three hours in a tutoring session.
And throughout this span of ...12....6...2... 20 hours, I didn't once speak to my girlfriend. No audible signals or Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1063599106896964382003-09-14T21:11:00.000-07:002003-09-14T21:18:22.603-07:00This is only going to apply to a small, select group of people, but I just can't hold it in any longer.
the_Exit, you're not fooling me. Sorry. You might think you are, and while it's a sad fact is that enough people in this world operate on a naivetete (sic) level such that they believe you, and while that might make you throw back a quick shot of South America and cleanse your fear for a Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1063295194232652992003-09-11T08:46:00.000-07:002003-09-11T08:46:34.076-07:00I think I blew up the printer server at my skool. I had nothing to do so I started printing out lecture notes for my classes. No one else was printing anything so I thought it was all good.
Anyway after printing out like 100 pages, I decided to print some notes out for a different class. So I sent the queues through - a 33 page print and a 26 page print - to the print room.
5 minutes later I Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1062734509296596642003-09-04T21:01:00.000-07:002003-09-04T21:01:49.136-07:00The SS people continue to crack me up.
News story about the bugle that plays Taps by itself:
stag shot> they found out it plays an mp3...RIAA suing.
Upon hearing news story about meteor killing everyone in 11 years:
Audi> we will only be dead for 10 seconds, hopfully it hits me while Im at work so I could respawn at home! ;P
Mr. Ekted> Most kills: 6,383,640,843 Asteroid 2003 QQ47
Audi> hehStrellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1061186379054863012003-08-17T22:59:00.000-07:002003-09-04T04:55:04.316-07:00@NNHoney> I don't think girls should eat 1 hamburger, let alone one.
drcrumble> :)
Strell> HIS NAME IS CRUMBLIES
drcrumble> dont use strell's demeaning pet name for me :)
Strell> @NNHoney> I don't think girls should eat 1 hamburger, let alone one.
Strell> Don, folks.
drcrumble> lol
drcrumble> now that is funny :)
Strell> DON
Strell> U HAVE JUST MADE MY BLOG
drcrumble> man don one is bad enough, Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-105976642926403642003-08-01T12:33:00.000-07:002003-08-01T12:33:49.156-07:00More hilarity from the online game:
Lich> the map does exist after the boundaries of what you can see
Lich> I've been to coordinates like ~27
Strell> its true
Strell> he took me there
Strell> and molested me
Cyb3rcoold> molested I beleive
Adam Jones> ...
Lich> Good call, Cyber
Strell> roflStrellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1057701497377390342003-07-08T14:58:00.000-07:002003-07-08T14:58:17.356-07:00Funny quotes from an online game I play:
1:Don the Bot> "Mexico Pledges to Help Rebuild Iraq"
1:Don the Bot> wtf
1:Don the Bot> how about Mexico pledge to rebuild fucking Mexico
1:Omegaman> I hope a comets slams into the earth tonight.
1:xalimar-> me too wtf is a comets
Propeller> YOU ARE A "WIDE RECEIVER" ON THE HOUSTON HOMOS NFL TEAM::
A Shadow Rift> I drink 1-2 gallons a day
Bearded-Betta>Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-1057421068194960432003-07-05T09:04:00.000-07:002003-07-05T09:04:28.163-07:00This is the greatest sentence fragment ever:
Kobayashi, the Michael Jordan of wiener wolfing
Weiner. Wolfing.
I have GOT to try and use that in daily speech somehow.Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-959513692003-06-23T10:07:00.000-07:002003-07-05T09:02:17.720-07:00Conversation of the day:
Strell: you know anything about code?
shahab°-°: nah i had a class in HS, wasnt my cup of tea, i found it much funner to try and steal my chinese friend's disk then to actually codeStrellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-945283022003-05-18T00:24:00.000-07:002003-05-18T00:33:34.000-07:00A few people have expressed interest over my last post and what it's specific origins are. I don't have the heart to re-write everything about this issue that I have written at message boards in posts, but I'll briefly summarize. A friend of mine is going to need money for college, he put up a site to ask for donations (most people read: "beg for money"), I put an ad on Fark.com for it, and Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-944080532003-05-15T13:05:00.000-07:002003-05-15T13:05:46.146-07:00It's a sad day when you can't do things for charity out of pure kindness, only to have it slammed back in your face and called a scam. And it's not like I was putting the ad up for anything less than noble purposes.
Such is humanity.Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-937404522003-05-04T00:47:00.000-07:002003-05-04T00:47:08.936-07:00I want to take a moment of silence to honor my friend from Subspace, Sir Xazm. I'll admit I never really knew him all that well, but I called him Xazie, and I swear I saw him not one week ago. Word has spread from his brother that he has passed away.
As I write this, I'm becoming more emotionally involved in the entire situation. I went to a wedding today. A ceremonial symbolization of a Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-913001642003-03-24T12:53:00.000-08:002003-03-24T12:53:15.216-08:00With the advent of the wang contest that the US is currently holding with Iraq (haha, holding, that's a ... nevermind), there's been a lot of protesting going on around the world. Let me say first that I don't support war in any form or fashion, unless there's orcs a foot, at which point I have my Level 4 Blademaster ready to pummel their green toady bodies into to squishy goodness.
I live in Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-912990132003-03-24T12:32:00.000-08:002003-03-24T12:32:48.746-08:00Chat conversation of the MILLENIUM:
Strell> Did you get ahold of teh_seeds?
s9> Yes, i did
s9> three minutes and he's already talking about his genitals
s9> so we've got the right man
Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-901852092003-03-05T09:23:00.000-08:002003-03-05T09:23:16.326-08:00Keeping in mind that my AIM alias is "Zeiganfreid" and that "bloodpukingpc" is my girlfriend of (nearly) 2 years (nearly implying, because this Sunday, March 9nth, marks officially the second year):
bloodpukingpc: so i pulled it out, and it was a ring
bloodpukingpc: like, engagement ring
bloodpukingpc: and then i broke it
bloodpukingpc: like, it had this really thin band
bloodpukingpc: and i Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-898857262003-02-27T21:52:00.000-08:002003-02-27T21:52:36.186-08:00Interesting things happened today.
First, my economics teacher pronounced ration as "ray-shun" on two different occassions. "Ray-shunning." I could hear a tiny voice in my head screaming for euthanasia.
During economics (which I abhor), we watched a movie about the Great Depression. At some point it was talking about Charles Lingburgh, and they showed this tickertape parade that was thrown Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-895451752003-02-22T01:47:00.000-08:002003-02-22T01:47:53.330-08:00The scale for measuring a pet peeve - mosquito bites, idiot drivers, idiots in general - stretches for theoretical and figurative miles. Mine clocks in somewhere in the billions, I'm sure, if not to some other astronomical number with a number of zeroes behind it such that they could be assembled into a binary army worthy of universal conquest. The zeroes would do my horrible beckoning, and Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-894070592003-02-19T19:08:00.000-08:002003-02-19T19:08:45.000-08:00Just shoot me now.
Direct quote today from one of my classes: "Does 'scrapped' mean to throw away?" As in, "Tom scrapped the plans for the wang-o-matic in leui of his desire to create the wang-a-matron."
Sigh. Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-893453752003-02-18T18:38:00.000-08:002003-02-18T18:45:42.000-08:00I just got home from some grocery shopping and I feel a MIGHTY NEED to share this.
I'm in the cereal aisle looking at pre-packeged sugar chunk lumps with sugar sprinkle smegma, and I notice something. The Trix rabbit must be really, really horny. I mean seriously. He's always looking hungrily at the cereal, at the kids on the cereal box (which is more scary than funny I guess, because he Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-892942332003-02-18T00:24:00.000-08:002003-02-18T00:34:55.000-08:00I feel some sort of need to write today.
This will be, at half attempt, the beginning and introduction. I don't plan on anything formal. Formalities are stuffy and restraining constructs - you have a void that must be filled through order of rules and by proper measure. But I'm honestly not into the strange and strict. I'd rather freedom, I'd rather give and please.
Welcome to my blogspot.
Strellnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152565.post-881767532003-01-28T13:38:00.000-08:002003-01-28T13:38:38.383-08:00A placeholder to give way to the knowledge of an iracund. And if never to been seen again, then perhaps for the best.Strellnoreply@blogger.com0