Wednesday, June 5, 2002

on the 100th episode
of the Simpson’s, Bart wrote on the blackboard “I will not celebrate meaningless
milestones”.  does that mean anything to you today?  but i wont dwell
on that.        Tio used the bathroom on her
newspaper today.  good job.  It’s a shame they don’t just make rolls of
paper like that you can just buy in bulk to be used as a piss collector.
how would you feel if you spent long hours working on writing an article, and it
was good enough to be published, thousands of people read it, and all that
becomes of it is some creature dumps his load on it and then it’s put in a big
metal barrel and burned.  i feel bad every time i put a fresh batch down.
i would hate to know that you do that to my web site.  lay the monitor on
its side and drop your load onto the screen then close the browser window in
haste.  i felt creative tonight.  i even loaded up fruity loops to
work on a song.  but that’s as far as i got.  so i came here.
lets see what becomes of it.

A guy walked up to me today and ask about my past.  I said
why do you want to know about my past?  He said I want to know of your past
because my past is the same as your past.  Then if you already know your
past, you know my past, so I have no reason to tell you anything.  He said
I don’t think you understand.  I used to be you in my former life.
come on now, that can’t be.  it is.  see when you die, you will become
someone as well.  problem i have is i didn’t finish my mission my last
life, so now you’re here to see if you can do it.  if you don’t, then you
will be replaced too.  why is this?  how can this be?  God has a
will for everything.  you are destined to do something really great.
but you may be distracted by evil.  you will dishonor your God and you will
have to be replaced so you can continue your quest.  Then what is my quest?
I can not tell you that.  my quest is to finish this story, and i can
already tell that’s not going to happen.  so see ya

ok that
was fun.  did you know America has been donated 14 cows from a tribe in
Kenya?  like just this week.
read all about it

nerdy phones

Found this on bash.org

<ahref> GOD
<ahref> BETRAYED BY MY PHONE
<ahref> I was at school, and this hot girl started talking to me
<ahref> And she was all like “Hey, you’re not as geeky as I thought you were”
<ahref> And I’m like “Yeah, I know. I’m actually not geeky at all.”
<ahref> And then my phone starts ringing
<ahref> And it’s the FF7 victory theme

So funny to me.  Mine’s the FF6 victory theme

origins

Someone asked me recenlty about how I came up with radialmonster.  Don’t know that I’ve ever explained that here, so here goes.

Years and years ago, before the internet even, I was maybe 15?  Just guessing.  There were services called bulletin boards that you could call up to and get on an online service.  You could message, download files, do discussions, play games.  But it was only local stuff, just some guy would run it as a hobby. Anyway, I started checking them out and at first I didnt know any better and used my real name.  Well, as time went on then you get people that start knowing your name and things and the online thing suddenly doesn’t seem so fun once it’s not so anonymous.  I mean nothing bad happened at all, just saying.

So I decided I needed a name.  A cool name aha So I just started thinking about names and I was actually using the toilet one day (hey, you asked aha) and I somehow thought of the name Radial.  I thought ya that sounded pretty cool, and I hadn’t seen anyone else use something close to that.  But seemed pretty short, so I decided on a second part to be Monster.  No particular reason or meaning, simply because I thought it sounded cool.  And that it did, and the name has stuck.

I normally just use radial online but some places I don’t sign up quick enough and have to use radialmonster. I know there’s a guy in the Philippines, and one in Canada who have used radial before.  So if you see radial anywhere it’s probably me, but if you see radialmonster somewhere it’s almost positively me.

The second story is about my nickname. Chicken.

I was maybe 18 or so working as a bagger at the local Winn-Dixie grocery store.  Me and the cashier Jama were good friends, went to high school together, and hung out together numerous times.  We’d always joke around and one day she was telling me about someone she knew that had all sorts of piercings.  I was bagging for this old lady there, and the lady behind her was listening to the conversation.  She started telling Jama that was sick stuff, how nasty that was.  So I told the lady Oh I did all that stuff once.  Jama, of course, knew differently.  And there it started.

The lady said “Did you really?” I said ya… I got my ears pierced, my nose, my eyebrown, a chain between them all.  Jama’s laughing, the lady’s getting sicker by the minute.  I was milking it up and she was believing it all.  And then for some brief second, I for some reason then said “I even had my chicken pierced.”  I must of been bagging some chicken or something.  I didn’t even realize what I said, or what it could mean.  The lady’s mouth gasped wide open, and I just nonchalantly then took out the groceries for the old lady I was bagging for.  I go back inside, and the cashier’s busting out laughing.  The lady had already left, and before leaving she asked Jama “So how does he have sex??”

Ever since then, nickname has been chicken, and that particular part of the male anatomy has been referred to as chicken.