I've chronicled our story. It's not for the faint of heart, so brace yourself.

( Cinnabon and Lloyd Center: The Adventure Begins... )

Tomorrow I am embarking on an epic journey with Chris. We intend on eating Cinnabon for all three meals, and not leaving Lloyd Center until after dinner. The rules: We cannot eat anything except one (1) snack that is not Cinnabon. We cannot leave Lloyd Center until seven (7) p.m.

If I die, who wants my stuff?

Pictures and story soon.

Try hotlinking my image now, beeatch!

Sudafed is about to become illegal to buy over the counter, soon, in Oregon.

Each and every drug needs to be decriminalized. The war on drugs needs to be stopped immediately Even meth! Even heroin! Even crack!

Do I have any friends that disagree?

Sweet, delicious crack.

I HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY TO YOU.

Here comes another road trip photo post, guys. I know, you've seen Ukiah and Seattle and San Francisco through the lens of my camera. Well, now get ready for...

Central Oregon!

( You can't handle this. )

Hey guys, I've been looking at some photographers' work and I think I can make art too.

( Rust = Art )

Also, I got a girl's phone number at a party last night. Wtf?

Today I made an exchange of the greatest proportions.

From me: One (1) Army of Tau (Approximate value: $600) to my brother

From my brother:

• Final Fantasy Mystic Quest (SNES)


• Secret of Mana (SNES)


• Final Fantasy 1 (NES)


• King's Knight (NES)


• Brave Fencer Musashi (PSX)


• Ehrgeiz (PSX)


• Bushido Blade (PSX)


• Xenogears (PSX)


• Chocobo Racing (PSX)


• Chrono Cross (PSX)


• Parasite Eve 1 (PSX)


• Parasite Eve 2 (PSX)


• Final Fantasy VIII (PSX)


• Final Fantasy IX (PSX)


• Final Fantasy Origins (PSX)


• Final Fantasy X (PS2)


• The Bouncer (PS2)

Merely getting back my original cart of SoM was worth it! Now I just need a tv...

See you guys in 10 years.

I also got some jelly beans, a six pack of salted nut rolls, and a new book, "Ain't Nobody's Business if you Do."

This article has made me extremely irritated.

This one sentence, "It's all profit based." was enough to make me want to find this woman and ... give her a good talking-to. Mostly, I want to know what she thinks corporations should be based on, if being "profit-based" is bad. Does she want corporations to work for The Greater Good? Also, if any of you read it (you won't), notice how she throws in random stats in the middle of paragraphs to try and scare you. Like, "By the way, these oils start out loaded with pesticides." Wtf is that!? In the middle of a paragraph?!

This woman is completely uncredible. No sources, and *gasp* props to her book, which she is selling for money, all over the place!

Please, people take heed:

• Don't blame corporations for trying to make money, that's what they're supposed to do.


• If you don't want something, don't buy it.


• Don't try and make science the bad-guy, they're making things better.


• And do not try to write a scientific article if you're going to end it with bullshit about The Creator. Or if you're not going to cite any sources whatsoever.

I'm glad we had this talk.

Sorry, Candy, but I got a polyphonic Canon for my phone. ^____^

Hey kids!

Papa Jeremy got a cellphone. Now you guys (chris, ashleyu) can call me EVEN WHEN I'M AT BACKSPACE :O

971 207 2163

Yes, that is my phone number. On the internets. I've done it before, and I'll do it again! I got nothin' to hide [from].

And all you other people can send me silly text messages like "HAY ASL" or "WANA CYBR?" ...or whatever you send in text messages. Now I just need to get a sweet-ass "Ridin' Dirty" ringtone and I'll be set.

Time for a real update!

First, I moved out of my shitty apartment on Saturday. With much appreciated help from Chris, I moved my junk into kAyTeA's apartment. She is nice enough to give me a free room for a little while, though I'd like to reimburse her in some way. I was going to be roomates with her and Justa, but Justa decided she couldn't stand the sight/scent of me and thus is moving out.

Greyzeltine will take his revenge upon her, however. NO BALL OF YARN SHALL BE SAFE!

The new place is on 37th and Gladstone, or thereabouts. I have no phone or internet there, so if you wanna get ahold of me you'll have to wait until I use the internet somewhere or until I get a cellphone (I'm gonna be so cool).

Second, I don't really have a list to make. I don't know why I started the first one with "First," wtf is my problem?

hay guyz I don't live downtown anymore. So, DON'T TRY AND FIND ME.

I now live somewhere in East Portland. Or is it South East? What they call southeast here isn't really all that south. I live more south. I am better.

There is no way to contact me. DO NOT ATTEMPT.

That is all for now.

At Round Table, listening to Spice Girls, wearing an Nsync shirt, snowballing my semen.

Chris Faulconer. Man of mystery.

( lj-cuts are for gays. ) (  also, i did a survey. i hope you don't have any love for third-world-country kids. )

It's taco time motherfuckers.

Shit sux yo. However, yesterday I spent pretty much all day at Backspace with Candy nerding out with our laptops and stalking Kate (lawlz), then Chris and Ricky and I played Icewind Dale all night (aka Pausemaster 4000).

"Stop putting your fucking bitch in the front lines!!"
"But she's a fighter..."
"...I don't care!"
*PAUSE*
"Okay let's reload, Pedophile needs to cast sleep on that Ogre"

I am leaving my house this weekend, so anyone who wants to ever see me again had better do so quickly! Because I'm moving to Ohio! Today, I am going to go do what I do best - bore the people I call friends. Then I am going to convince them all how terrible everyone is, for that is what I seem to do best! If you know. What. I. Am. Meaning. To. Say.

The job at Sightworks didn't come through, apparently they don't have the money to hire me but they were impressed with my "strong, impressive" skills.

I'll show them something strong and ...impressive.

So, does anyone need a php/xhtml/css/javascript developer? I can do OOP with php and make SQL-driven sites. I might even be able to do a little design. Looking for at least $20/hour. Come on! You know you want a website.

Maybe Frank and I can just get rich with our lucrative business ideas, then I won't have to get a job.

Ramble ramble ramble

Oh also, does anyone want any of my stuff? Everything is getting thrown out except some clothes and some personal items and my computer/audio gear. Desk, shitty bed, cabinet, hundreds of thousands of books, etc. Swords probably. I'd like a good home for my Asimov, he needs a big yard and NO KIDS.

You despise me.

Hay /LJ/,

I just had a really messed up dream. So, keepin' it old school in here, I'll give you the details.

The person I was dreaming as was invited to this guy's huge house. I got there, we walked in, and in the front room was a giant dining room table and a wall made of mirrors. My host opened some secret door in the mirrors, where I was led to a sitting room with two other people and a fireplace.

We talked about something, and the host was shushing up one of the people talking, telling him that "He doesn't need to know yet..." Some moments pass (I think) and the guy who was telling secrets leans over and says something in my ear. As soon as he's done the shadows on the floor become holes and I slip into them.

The details are fuzzy next, but I recall being inside some sort of giant snake and realizing that the host had tricked me. I eventually make it out of the snake, and back into the house... where it has transformed into a normal-sized house, though very run-down. I search the house for the host and his friends, but it looks like no one's been here for a long time.

I come to the realization that the host had poisoned me with some colorful dust (I guess this was in the pre-dream timeline). Suddenly I feel like I've been cheated, tricked, betrayed! I come across a gun and I lay in wait for the next person to enter the house, so I can exact my revenge.

Some old ladies pull up and come into the house, but I'm outside watching their car. They run from the house with clouds of colorful dust chasing after them, and I decide not to shoot them. Instead I ponder upon whom I can satiate my hunger for revenge. I think that I could kill the host's family, but they are too far away (how do I know such things!?) Then a brilliant idea comes to mind! I can kill the hosts dog (as my dream thought this, I also thought of how much Ashley would disapprove of me shooting a dog).

So I go around back, but on my way I decide that I will only shoot him if he's crazy and feral. The way I can tell that he's crazy and feral, as I approach the backyard, is that I can see the image of a lion in the trees. I see the dog and decide against shooting it, I don't know why.

Then I wake up!