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I think this is the bastard that couldn’t help me with my Wireless router problems, but kept me on the phone for hours and hours on end. I’m sure Outsourcing is good for someone’s economy, but it sure isn’t any good for mine (or my sanity).

Finally, 24 is back on, the last month was gruelling without it. Its pretty much my #1 TV show.

damn worms are back, this time it’s PhatBot.

Heather’s sick today so I’m not going home for lunch, but I don’t have money, so I may just skip it all together. I dunno, Maybe I’ll grab something at the union here in a bit on my way to Scoular to deal with these damn worms.

I’m trying to get a machine I took down yesterday (one of the first infected on campus) back up and running so I can return it to Scoular but it’s a 500MHz so it’s slower than molasses now in comparison to what we’re working on normally. It feels like it’s going nowhere. My patience for it is pretty much blown to shit.

We watched this incredibly boring Polish film last night, The Day of the Wacko. It started out okay going through this guy’s Obsesive Compulsive, Anal Retentive routine, but then that got really old (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7). I don’t know why, but I was having a hard time staying awake for the whole thing and I wasn’t really that tired. Fucked if I know. I felt bad, but I think Heather felt worse because she’s the one who picked it out.

She finished her floor last night while I made Beenie-Weenie and Choclate Chip Cookies With Attitude. It looks really good except for these wierd pimples that came up last night. After two coats, everything was fine, but for some reason, the third coat caused these two or three pimples to pop up, so there are these little white bumps in a couple places. One of which was as big as a dime and actually popped, there’s a divot in the clearcoat and white shrapnel all around it. I don’t know how she’s goign to fix them, but I have faith in her, she’s done a great job so far.

Last week’s PhotoJournal is pending. I haven’t had time to put it together, but I got a literal Fuck-Ton of photos. Some of these are from my MoBlog (pelmoblog) but others are all original so even if you follow my MoBlog, there will be new stuff here.

Oh well, time to go fire off my ray-gun that triggers solenoid switches…

I’d copy all of this to my journal, but it’d be redundant…

lets just say you really should Click This Link

Why the hell am I still in this lab, sitting at this desk, working as a lab attendant. If I wanted to do this all morning, I’d schedule myself as a lab attendant. It’s 8:30, do you know where my lab attendants are?

wierd, I just noticed that the pics on TextAmerica are neither the original size of my PDA’s photos, nor are they 50% of the size.

Yeah, it’s random, and silly, but I noticed it just now and it was a bit of a surprise to me.

we saw yet another Baja on the road last night. That’s three so far in Denton. It was an all black (no silver cladding), so it was a 2004. I honked at it, but I don’t think he noticed. I still don’t know if any live in the area, but I’m seeing more. If I see too many more, I’m going to have to start looking into customization.

so for those of you not familiar with my more unique vehicle… here’s a pic.

Well, that moblog game is not getting a lot of interest yet. Maybe it’s just too hard.

Anyway, I really wish more people I knew (okay, anyone I know) was moblogging. I feel alone out there, even though there are a fuck-ton of other people moblogging. Its kind of like looking at someone elses vacation photos, only with a touch of voyeurism (thanks to the proud pretty girls that moblog). Not quite as fun as if I actually saw things and places I recognized (which was a little bit of the point of the game).

Anyway. It’s Friday and I celebrated “Ecclaire Day” for the first time in a few months. I don’t get the chance to very often, so it’s a little more special now-a-days. Used to be, Heather and I would go to 7/11 every day for coffee and a power bar. Well, money’s a little tight, as is scheduling, so now we pretty much never go. This morning I had to walk some paperwork across campus, so Nick, Steve and I wandered over to 7/11 (which happens two or three times a week) and I decided since I was there and spending someone else’s money (thanks craig), I’d get an ecclaire like back in the old day…

Which reminds me of a funny story…