you were so fast. so pristine. so easy. all i had to do was call you and you arrived. suddenly i was moving with you. we were one and its never been so smooth. i never even stopped. not once. i got on i got off you didnt care. and so what is my feeling after this speed field of love has ensnared me? i will never leave you westpark tollway. you are mine. until your rates become unreasonable that is.
for the first time since may 17th of this year im starting to get into my routine. i have been tossed around and tug of warred since then and as of tonite my bills are all paid my clothes are getting cleaned my bed is still unmade and the pets are all fed. what else have i neglected lately? well i havent really called anyone not directly connected to me on the family tree. my voicemails have been like some kind of grendel monster inside my scrumptious little jerk sprint phone. so i delete them. i failed to get my eye prescription for the last 6 months so now im stuck wearing glasses in houston where “humidity is not plentiful its your birthright asshole” (that is not a colloquialism but im pushing for it at the municipal meetings). i dont know what textbooks i will need next semester so forget about getting the jump on the “i got a used copy” train which inevitably leads to membership on the “hey look books cost more than gold teeth and hold their value way less!” train. i i i. yahoo dsl now known as at&t dsl EATS MUD PIE dont get it. good stuff is happening too. but im not talking about it. that would clash with this haughty image i have constructed. ok fine. i like my vision:m alot, i like my new free hat, i like pants that arent quite long enough, i like meeting old friends randomly (happening a lot lately), i like atlanta, i like houston, i dont like cars, oops that belongs in the former paragraph, i like fish cutlets, i like dish tv although amazingly i have abstained nearly entirely since gaining the luxury. im pretty happy im not jordanian, or more to the point living in jordan, but then again knowing about their servitude is enough to make me lose my oatmeal. well more accurately i couldnt eat it. whatever. maybe next week jordan will get to play world dominating hegemonic power and get to boss us or at least this wussy american lap-lubber who thinks he is doing the world a favor by just BEING.
well im sitting in the kitchen blogging drinking tea brought from ceylon via friend listening to ibrahim ferrer cat is asleep on chair parrots are preening and clucking dehumidifier is chugging its going to be one hell of a nice day
vba scripting is really dumb. but i can see its utility for small specific tasks. i am empolying it in my job currently and although i abhor everything about the editing process i have to say i have sped up my work pace quite a bit. i guess vb is a pariah mostly because stupid people start using it for inappropriate tasks, or because people use it highly inefficiently for appropriate taks. this would be analogous to using an ironing board for catching surf in hawaii, or trying to type a paper on a typewriter but holding a pen in both hands and punching the keys with your pen.
after a lackluster departure and without-much-fanfare rearrival the site is back up! wait everybody listen…. do you smell something? yes. you smell foothills. yes http://bootwala.net/samir is the new blog address. no longer rebootable locally no longer hosted in austin. i moved to bluehost. there will be more to come. like maybe a REAL non-blog frontend? YES. like maybe professional links because im movin on up? YES like a real writing portal so i can start contributing more garbage text to the interweb? BET YOUR ASS. a direct link to the pictures that i swear i will NEVER ask you to comment on? IT WAS DONE EONS AGO. WHY ARE YOU USING CAPS? DONT YOU HATE CAPS? TO DRIVE THE POINT HOME. the perspicacity will astound you! the erudite style will offend you! the cabalistic messages will confound your senses! and i might post a real message and let someone know where the hell ive been for 2 months! maybe. but seeing as this is more a site for me posting missives to myself, who cares? hey how bout those mavericks? great team, nice players, fantastic coach. but you know what they just couldnt shake? DALLAS SUCKS. out.
Monthly Archives: June 2006