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January 28 The Dark Side of 'Geek'The young geek enters the room. The sounds and smell of technology fill the air. Blips and bleeps echo throughout the room.
A presence fills the air.
It is the Lord of Geeks. The young one looks up.
"What is it you seek my son?" the old one whispers quietly.
"I seek," the young one squeeks out in a voice that would shatter glass; "Wisdom."
"Wisdom is granted at a price. The price can be your life if you are not careful. The ways of 'Geek' are not for the weak." The ancient one rhymes badly.
"I am ready to learn the ways of the 'Geek' O Master. Teach me now."
"Now now." the elder one speaks slowly. "Patience is the first step on the path of the 'Geek'. You must learn patience. Without patience you can end up walking down
to the 'Dark Side'."
"The Dark Side?" the younger one intones with deep inquiring thought.
"Yes the Dark Side of 'Geekiness'." echoes the master. "For once you cross down the 'Dark Side' of 'Geek' forever will it rule your destiny."
"What is the 'Dark Side'?"
"The 'Dark Side' is a dangerous element of the 'Geek'. Once a student of mine called 'Ye110wbeard' was seduced by the 'Dark Side'."
"What happened O Master?"
"The 'Dark Side' consumed and enveloped him. Caused him to do terrible things." shuddered the old one.
"O Master. What did the Dark Side do to him?" eeped the little one.
The old one paused. He winced at the thoughts that came forth.
"Friday Funnies...."
"NOOOOO!" shrieked the little one.
"Yes. It was terrible. The 'Dark Side' of 'Geek' consumed him. First Friday Funnies. Then jibjab pokes. And then the most horrid of all things."
The little one sat there. Wide eyed crunching on popcorn. Eyes intent on the story.
"Mp3s! He did Mp3's that sounded like a squirrel on crack. Eventually a video."
"ACK!" the young one fell over on his heels.
"Yes the 'Dark Side' of Geek is indeed powerful. But a quick and easy path it is to take."
"You might learn the ways of 'Geek' if you are to accompany me to Redmond little one."
The little one popped up on his feet. "Forget that!". Spinning about he burst out of the door flames flying behind him.
The old one sat.
"I lose more recruits this way..." The old one shook his head sadly. January 27 Highway to PowersHell - the Video
Please note. This was done with a VERY VERY VERY low budget.
It 's Cheezier than an Octuple layer Cheeze Pizza.
No gerbils were harmed in the making of this video. Some "Rockstars" were hurt though January 24 Stay at Home serversWell apparently the debate is on!
Harumph! Stay at home servers. Just WHO do they think they are!
Perhaps the people designing this at Microsoft could use a Friday Funny guy... :) January 20 Too much time on my Hands - Yep you guessed it
Too much time on my hands, I'm blogging away every night and all day Well, I'm a geek you will see - Those gadgets just get me Too much time on my hands, I'm blogging away every night and all day Hail to the new King. The King of Spam!Sorting out problems Saturday night. Mr. Claus is relaxing. It's been a long week what with the big launch coming up and Rockband needing some severe "testing" Sitting down relaxing it's almost bedtime for normal people. Rick is just starting to get going. He crack's open a Rockstar and cracks open a CD case. Just a quick Twitter before the action get's started. Rickster_CDN: Rick is so happy that he is past "the diaper stage" with his kids. ;-) Hang in there all you dads! This shall pass - don't wish it away! Ah good. Done for the night. Now to crank up a little Xbo.... I mean POWERPOINT (Shhhh boss is reading!) Just about into the first 15 minutes of a presentation and suddenly a few extra popups on the phone and the laptop. "Congrats on the no diapers" Rick grins. Now back to some real work. He begins plugging away at his "work" clearing away levels of "paperwork" in the way. The sound on his system is loud so he doesn't hear his updates for a bit. Good thing too. It allows him to concentrate on his "work". Ironically he cracks open another Rockstar to get more "work" done at 1:00am. He looks at his phone before bed. 475 notifications in text, mail and Twitter. "Damn that ye110wbeard. He's at it again! Wonder what he beta tested this time? Little pest." He starts to read and realizes a small kink in this thought process. They are all unique and not 'Sean related'. Pouring through the list he realizes suddenly it's people. About a hundred by his count, telling him about a bug. A bug. Rick knew what this must be. He just chose a new cell phone. Must be a glitch in the firmware. Rick knew how to dispatch problems such as this. He reaches into his laptop bag, finds his trusty bug crushing device. A very large Canadian Tire Sledge hammer. He finds the new phone. *SMASH*. Rick grins with glee. Such an evil device. Rick knew how to crush evil. *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* Rick laughs like a little kid. Freedom! This will teach those darn manufacturers. He'd have a hard time getting a fresh one requisitioned but this was worth it. He cautiously slips the SIM card out the debris of his former HTC S620 and pops it into a handy Palm 750w for the short term. Then more updates. Emails from Damir and Rodney. Rodney: "We see you're glad to be rid of the diapers, but so MANY updates Rick?" Rick scratches his head. Odd. The phone is not in the equation. He looks over. "Ahhhh of course. Laptop. I was trying some new Beta software in a virtual Machine. Must have gotten loose." Rick quickly erases all the VHDS on his hard drive. You can never be too careful. He hotglue guns his USB ports for good measure. "There safe at last!" Rick breathes a sigh of relief. Another 15 updates come in. Barnaby: "Ummmm Rick I think you have a problem." Hmmmm.... Not the phone. Not the VHD's. Must be the laptop. New Dell, fast cutting edge. Cutting egde! "AAIHGH!" Rick screams out. How could he have been so stupid? A new Dell with solid state drive. THAT must be the cause. He pops out to the garage and grabs a "Sawz All" and teaches the laptop what it's really like to be "Cutting Edge". He dispatches his justice in short order. Staring at the many neatly sliced up bits and pieces he grins evilly. "Manufacturers REALLY need to bone up on improving their hardware." More updates. This is just .... well... wrong. Rick thinks. What could it be? The thought processes are ripping through his head. Xbox360 was online, kids machines. Can't smash everything and get away with it. Or could he? Rick grabs the Xbox360 and begins disassembling it. Piece by piece. Bit by bit. Laying the parts about much like that chick "Bones" on that funky TV show. A phone call comes in. Blocked number. Rick grimaces. Great another whiner. Now direct dialling him this time. "WHAT?!?" Rick screams in disgust. It's Mark. Uhoh! "Thanks for the greeting Rick. I was simply wondering how that new TwitterFacebook link you turned on last night worked out..." It was at that point Rick realized what it wasn't. It wasn't the phone, or the laptop or the VHD's. It certainly wasn't the autopsied Xbox360 in front of him. It was... His own darn fault. "NUTS!" was all he could mutter. A quick update from Ye110wbeard followed soon after. "Rick by my calculations at 24 'bonus updates' from your Twitter times 126 people on your Facebook list, you are officially the new 'King' with 3000+ messages sent. I bow down O Lord Rick." Rick sat down for a moment. How to explain and re-requisition all of this hardware to Mark in the morning. Then of course the answer. The one answer he would use for the Sledged up HTS620, the Sawz All'd Dell Solid State laptop and fully disassembled Xbox360. "I tripped." January 19 Powershell TrekPowerShell Trek
Data. The final Frontier. These are the voyages of the Network class environment Enterprise. It's continuing mission to see out new ways to innovate in new situations. To explore strange new domains. To boldly solve what no one has solved before.
Shell Trek
Administrators log, stored date 02/27/2008:12:09:00. We are presently investigating an odd phenomenom in a remote location. Remote access issues for the Administrator.
"Look Mr. Scott. I need this problem solved. You're telling me that ...we...can't....manage this site remotely?!" stammers the overacting captain of industry.
"Aye. We're locked out of the building. We' gawt access but it's only a wee 2400 baud dialup line."
"But....can't we just....use remote desktop?" The badly overacting captain stammers.
"Captain." The first tech Mr. Spock jumps in. "Managing a server over a 2400 baud dialup line via a Remote GUI connection is highly illogical."
"DAMMIT Spock! I need .... ANSWERS!" Stammers the hammy captain.
The captain stares down at the floor then at the ceiling, then at the new young recruit that's just walked in the room. Pan to sexy sci-fi moody tech music.
Quickly he is slapped in the face by McCoy. "Dammit Jim! This is no time for copulating! There's a real problem at hand!"
Picking himself off the ground after that rather hard slap, Jim looks over at the Chief Network Engineer. "If only there was a non Gui way... To...DO THIS!" Stammering again.
Mr. Scott looks thoughtful and has a shot of whiskey. "Well... there IS telnet... but we dinna have the time! We've got to create 112 new Users, manipulate 15 email addresses, disable a pile of old accounts and change the network settings! But it would take DAYS of typing in Telnet...."
The captain stammers. "There must be something.... some new....technology that we could use."
Mr. Spock pops up. "But didn't Microsoft come up with a new utility called Powershell? It's a command line structure."
The Chief Network Engineer pops up after taking another swig. "Ayyye! Yer right! Why that COULD work! They're running Windows 2008 Server! It's got Powershell built in! Damn! That could work."
So quickly the chief engineer goes in via Telnet. He launches the PowerShell session. Quickly uploading the text document into the system; He keys in the command structure and parses the document."
Minutes later all is done.
"Mr. Scott! You've done it....you've....saved our necks!"
"Captain." Interjects Mr Spock. "I believe the person that really saved the day was Microsoft. They designed the system."
"Yes..." Stammers the Captain. "Yes... Mr. Spock a logical and a whiney overly emotional response from you as always."
"Now where was that new recruit. I have some new scripts to show her."
Fade out January 17 Microsoft - Composed by "ye110wbeard the Friday Funny Guy"Sung to the tune "Innocense" Harlequin. Download the MP3 today... or else... ;) One day Bill G got up and Then soon they're walkin' into Microsoft (Ooooooooo) When they saw "Bob" they laughed They thought Bill G was Satan Microsoft (Ooooooooo) Microsoft, it's the place I always dream of If you should be so lucky Microsoft, it's the place I always dream of Makin' Do With LinuxPlease note. This is all TONGUE IN CHEEK! No fair picking on a silly person with a silly song... Sung along to BTO's "Takin' Care Of Business" Makin' do with Linux We get up ever morning If you get it Right away Cuz we've been Software for you and me Installing was so fun Cuz we've been Pray for my Linux They get up ever morning to a Battery Backup warning We get up ever morning If you get it Right away Cuz we've been Makin' do with Linux January 16 The RodFather Part NULL*Cough* *Cough* A disturbing noise is heard within the halls. A raspy voice cries out... Or more accurately; mumbles. "My friends.." Raspy Rodney drolls out. "I feel that I am not well. I think it would be within our best interests to find a solution to the present problem." In for the day Barnaby peers about the corner. He looks in to see Rodney decked out in heavy blankets. He is looking and sounding suspiciously like Marlon Brando from the 'Godfather'. In fact there is violin music playing that very theme in the background. "My friend, your assistance in this matter would be most appreciated. The Rodfather would take it as a great personal favour." Rodney gestures towards his car. "If you would be so kind as so start my means of covey, it would aid in my means of meeting with my associates if you take my meaning." Rasps Rodney. Barnaby scratches his head and excuses himself. He goes to find Mark and John. Having found them he gestures towards where Rodney is laying about. "Guys, Rodney seems a little 'off' today. Calling himself the Rodfather?" They walk to where Rodney is sitting. Mark looks down. "Feeling a little out of it Mr. Buike?" Rodney points feebly to the left to a large pile of used 'Neo Citrons' 'Bufferin' and an open box of 'Lucky Charms'. "The Rodfather likes the Football, he likes the yelling. But the snow not so much." He mumbles Brando style. "If you could aid me, this favour would not be forgotten. Some day, you may ask of me; this favour which you might need. I would be indebted to you from this day." Mark enjoying this little scene looks down. "and what is it you need Oh Rodfather?" Mark intones. In a gravely raspy dying sound the Rodfather moans out. "HOME. HOME. And maybe if my associates could fetch me some Chicken Soup. It would also be a great personal favour if you could keep that Friday Funny Guy away from the Twitter." moaned the Rodfather. And so it was an escort armed with hot Chicken Soup and baseball bats drove the Rodfather home to a warmer domicile. And proceeded immediately after of course to smash Friday Funny Guys phone and internet to give everybody some peace and quiet. .... Get well Mr. Buike.... :) January 15 Highway to PowersHellHighway to PowersHell (Sing it along to 'Highway to Hell' by AC/DC) It's so easy, and it's free I'm using Pow-ow-er-shell No Batch Files, Wasted minutes I'm using Pow-ow-er-shell Don't End Task! (Insane yelling sequence somewhat akin to a bunch of nerds loaded up on Rockstar and losing a 20 minute round on the Guitar Hero series) I'm using Pow-ow-er-shell No systems goin' down........ I'm usin' Pow-ow-er-shell. *KLUNK* Ye110wbeard is online right now"Ye110wbeard is Online Right Now" You better not pout, Ye110wbeard is online right now He blogs when you are sleeping So shut your phone off Ye110wbeard is online right now Morning Commute for Remote WorkersNews Reports for Remote Workers Hey this is Charlie the Rat, your eye in the Sky reporting for your morning commute. It's looking like a good morning for that travel up the stairs. Normal obstacles are clear. There's a small basket pile up from earlier on but that seems off to the side. Now here's Sally the Moth with the weather report. Sally? Thanks Charlie. Weather should not be an issue today unless you're out of coffee in which case grab a boat. It appears we might have a spot of rain today. And back to you for the commute Charlie. Thanks Sally. Well commuters it appears there is a new problem developing. There is a pile of of kids in front of the dryer. They're waiting for socks. Did you hear that commuters? Socks. So get ready for a long one this morning. As that basket pile up from earlier on has appeared BACK on the lane way. Now for a quick look at the stock market with Bud the spider. Bud? Stocks are looking like something to play with, especially if you are stuck in today's commute. If you have any? Sell them now and buy some video games. You're going to need 'em. Charlie? Thanks Bud. It appears yet another problem has appeared on the horizon. There's a... yes.. yes it appears to be a DOG on the stairs. It's chewing on a bone slowing down access to the downstairs. And that backup on the dryer is having a hard time getting about it. Boy this looks like it could be a FIFTEEN MINUTE COMMUTE for those of you making the run. So put on an extra pot of coffee. Now for a few minutes with Pete the Fly. Pete what's the Buzz? The Buzz? I'll tell you what the buzz. It's all these people swatting at me. C'mon give a fly a break. Do you know what I get to eat ALL day long? Do I need to spell it OUT? I eat... *SWAT* Ok that's the buzz from Pete the fly. OR was... So a little music in the meantime as Fluffy the cat plays her Bell. *DING* Thanks Fluffy for that great set. Now back to that commute. Oh this is a nightmare this morning. NOW we have a small pile up outside of the bathroom. There appears to be somebody's wife waiting to use the bathroom while a fight breaks out involving toothpaste. I'm not sure how this is going to end. Oh. Never mind. The bathroom pile is just about cleared up. Yes... yes... it appears to be good now. Well commuters, my time is just about up; Just be careful out there and remember. Don't trip on the carpet on the way downstairs. This is Charlie the Rat signing off for your remote commute. January 14 Too much TwitterThe Twitter Beast turns loose... Ah a quiet afternoon. All is well. Or is it? Alerts are popping up all over the campus in Mississauga. A heated discussion is going on near the RoundTable. "Alright. This has gotten out of hand. Just WHAT wingnut showed 'Mr. Trouble' the Twitter Website? There is some shuffling of feet. Humming and hawing. Nobody wants to fess up on this one. "Well?" John sits tapping the table. "He can't have figured it out ALL by himself. Who gave him a hint?" Rodney sits there quietly and slowly tips his head towards Rick. This doesn't seem to work as Rick is gesturing quite casually with his thumbs towards Damir and Barnaby. Ruth is ducking under the table. She wants no part of this finger pointing game. The other evangelists and advisors are hiding in the back room. The drumming sounds continue. The shuffling continues. Some coughing and then. *** A LOUD SIMULTANEOUS PILE OF ALERTS *** Twitter: ye110wbeard is Chewing McFood and making McNoises John bangs his head against the table. "Ok this has gotten stupid, that's been about 80 today!" Rick coughs "Actually I've been counting, the correct number is about 117 not counting direct messages." "Yeah!" Rodney finally pipes up now that he is out of fire for a second. "He burned out the speaker on my phone! I turned it to mute but the vibrations shattered the display!" "He picked on my pouting!" cries Ruth. "He called me a chicken!" clucked Damir. "and he called me a cookie baking pirate." mumbled John to himself. Eyes glance to Barnaby. Waiting for his response. "Actually my phone has been quiet...." ***DINGDINGDING*** Spoke too soon ye110wbeard @Bjeans Did Rodney manage to put his phone back together? ... }:) The normally quiet and calm Barnaby drops his phone in shock. "Helpless! Helpless we are! NO!" Rick almost falls over in his chair at this point. Shame on him for tilting it. And then a sound. A small rumble of dinging and beeping beginning to build throughout the building. Dinging and bells all over the place. Constantly repeating messages simply stating "Twitter: ye110wbeard". Phones are beginning to overheat as this Data Daemon is turned loose upon the Web 2.0 community. And finally. It stops. One single email to follow. From: ye110wbeard@hotmail.com Sorry about that. Small Beta booboo and a NULL variable. Hey it happens right? John just sits there. Eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. "You know we REALLY have to do something about this guy... " January 10 Makin' MoneyIt's yet another day in the Holy Halls of Microsoft Canada. There is a smell in the air. A wonderful smell. "Cookies!" Damir cries out. The air is RIPE with the smell of hot fresh cookies. His keen trained senses draw him to the source. It is the office of John Oxley. Glorious leader of the shenanigans crowd. Damir peeks inside to see John decked out in a Pirate's tricot and bandana with a baker's smock hovered over a bowl. He is stirring it with great concentration. An odd site to see indeed. "Arrrrr. Cookies. Vaarry good cookies. Arrrrrrrr." John grumbles in piratey talk. "John. Whatcha doin?" Damir says as he peers further inside. "Arrrrrrrr. I be bakin' cookies... Arrrrr. Vaaarry good cookies. Cookies fer Bill. Arrrrrrr!" Damir stands puzzled for a moment. "Try me again?" "Cookies ye fool! I be bakin' cookies fer Bill." Again time for Damir to be a little off balance here. But he could sort that out with a simpler question. "Ok wonderful sir. What TYPE of cookies?" (ignoring the whole "Bill" part) "Ye be askin'? I be a tellin'. They be Chocolate Money Cookies! Arrrrr! Cookies fer Bill Gates! Arrrrrr!" Damir gives his brain a shake and face a kick. "Why?" Is all his poor brain seems to be able to come up with. "Arrrrrr.... Chocolate Money Cookies fer Bill fer me te Retire! Arrrrrr!" Sure enough, some how John has requisitioned a stove and 220 volt outlet for his office. Stacked high are trays upon trays of delectable cookies. And strangely enough a big bag of money. "If ye be helpin' ye can share in th' booty! ARrrrrrrrr!" John grumbles through the baking. The thought of retiring early was too much for Damir. And retiring off Bill Gates money! Better! And so conveniently Damir whips out his own Pirate Tricot and bandana and begins helping. More batter, more chocolate! "Arrrrr!" Cries out Damir armed with a large blender. "Arrr! Chocolate Money Cookies! Arrrrrr!" The smells began to ooze and coat the halls of the office. Others began to wander in. Christian peered in for a second. "Hey something smells pretty good!" "ARRRRRR!" Damir shouts out. "Chocolate Money Cookies! C'mon me hearty and join us and help out! Arrrrr! Ar har har!" Christian pops out and begins unpacking money from the bag as instructed by John. "Arrrrr! Yes me hearty! Wrap 'em around the cookies! Arrrr. 'tis in the recipe! Arrrrr!" cries John with vim and vigor swinging the spoon like a sabre! Soon the sounds of "Arrrr!" and spoons and pans clanging echo throughout the halls. This cannot be missed. Barnaby is in for the day and can't avoid this fun. "Hey guys can I try some?" Barnaby asks as he grabs two off the tray. His hands are smacked down by the wooden spoon of John who wields his wooden sabre with might and power. "Back ye bastard! Dem's Bill's cookies! Chocolate Money Cookies fer Bill Gates. Cookies fer me retirement. Arrrrrrrr!" "Arrrrrr!" Cry Damir and Christian in unison. "Help us and join in th' booty! Arrrrrr!" Barnaby looks over. "Sure guys. What would you like me to do?" John glances over. "Arrrrr. We be runnun' a bit low on ingredients. Can ye cover fer Damir? I'm gonna have him 'requisition' some more money fer they cookies. Arrrrr!" So Barnaby covers for Damir. Damir heads up the hall to Mark Relph's office. "Knock knock knock!" says Damir's hand to Mark's door. "Yes? Come in?" Mark shouts out. He is surprisingly low tech for this blog. Damir staggers in. "Arrrrrr! G'day me hearty. I need to requisition some money fer coo.... fer computer stuff! Arrrrrr!" Mark looks up. "Exactly what kind of computer stuff is flavoured with sugar Damir? I can smell John's baking from Tim Horton's" "Arrrrr!" Damir tenses to leap on the desk in true pirate style but thinks twice. "Arrr...eerrrr... uhhh.... none?!" "That would be correct. So um... What exactly is John baking?" "Arrrrr!" Damir cries proudly. "Arrrrr! Chocolate Money Cookies! Cookies fer Bill Gates! Arrrr!" Mark glances at the desk then Damir, then the desk for good measure. He begins to write on nothing in general. "Damir. Who suggested this to John? This does not sound like a 'John' thing. Could you go find out please?" Damir bursts out the door flailing his arms screaming "Arrrrrrr! Arrrrrr!" He returns moments later. "Arrrrr! It was that 'Sean guys' idea! Arrrrrrrrr!" Damir screams still in a pirate frenzy. Mark continues writing nothing. "'Sean guy'. Ah yes. Him. *cough*. In the light in this new evidence. Does it sound like a good source for a good idea?" Damir blinks. "Well... Arrr...errrr... now that you mention it....." "And just how many of these 'so-called' cookies were made." Mark is drumming the desk impatiently. "Arrrr... well. " Damir begins counting trays in the air and figuring out numbers. "Arrrrr..... I think about 473 and Barnaby ate some so...." "...ok.... and um... Just what made them 'Money Cookies'?" "Arrr....well... Sean said to wrap each cookie in a fifty dollar bill.... Arrrrr...." "So you baked over four hundred cookies and at fifty dollars extra per cookie. You spent about Three thousand dollars?" ".... Arrr... aye... and I think Barnaby ate a dozen...." "Barnaby ate six hundred dollars in cookies?" Mark is thinking and drumming now. ".... Arrr...er...yeah. Now that you put it that way, it does sound like a silly idea..." "Good. Now can you guys get back to work please? There are more real money making things to do." Damir walks out with his pirate hat off. "Chocolate Money Cookies. Sean's idea. What a bunch of dummies." Mark shakes his head and stacks some papers on his desk. "Everybody knows Money Cookies are made from Mint." January 03 Oh Lord Save Me From My Smartphone.I don't know what to do with myself. My head is buzzing as my hands shake. I try to put my words on paper only to be constantly waiting for the AutoComplete to come up. My life has been turned upside down. All because some well intentioned soul handed me a Smartphone. For that I have been cast into the pits of Hell itself. It was pretty nice to start off with. It could dial. Add in the odd game. Keep track of appointments. Why I could even change my colours and ringtones. Even plays a mean game of Solitaire. What a wondrous device! Then that thought hit me. The thought I really should have given three or five thoughts to. "What if I add on the data plan? I could check my messages occasionally. Maybe check the web from time to time." Now you may laugh. You may snicker and giggle at my misfortune. But this is no laughing matter! Email was a simple task. As was the internet. But other things I found would talk to my Cell phone. Twitter, Facebook and others could notify me when changes happened. Well that sounds fine! The first one or two notifications weren't bad. But as I added people to my Facebook and Followed more on Twitter; well things got a little out of hand. I woke up this morning with my phone screaming obscenities and convulsing on the floor as if possessed. I grabbed it to see what was happening. A message. "You have 555 notifications." I had been warned of this number. It is the number of the email beast. A creature who's hunger knows no bounds. It consumes data in the Exabytes! I began to try and dig through that pile. "Notification: Facebook Johnny has poked you." "Notification: Twitter @joesmith cookies taste good" "Notification: Facebook Susie poked you." "Notification: Twitter Ernie went poo." What is this madness?! As I am viewing emails are flowing in. MSN Popups are tearing across my screen! I'd run and hide but I can't. Office Communicator is telling everybody when I am hiding. If they don't find me, the phone company will to collect payment on this outlandish bill. So I sit sit here with a large sledgehammer in my hand, contemplating on how quickly I can dispatch my frustrations. It glares back at me defiantly. Challenging my authority. And then the beast drags me down to the depths. One final Hellish app to take me out. Online live PocketPC Strip poker. I give up...
January 01 So you think you're a Guitar Hero nowMy greatest apologies to "the Byrds" and "So you think you're a Rock and Roll Star" So you think you're a Guitar Hero now? And as you flow in time And then you blow away Slash And in a day or two The price you paid for that video game Duh, duh, duh..... The Year in Reflection.
But I hate to dwell on the past. Yes. Remember the past and learn from your mistakes. But look into the future. Look forward to it. Anticipate it. I'm looking very forward to this year. Why not? My New Year's resolution was "Join Microsoft." Sure sure. Money, fame, fortune. Right right! You know what? Setting a high goal and missing it still feels amazing! Why? I opened up, met people I was dying to meet. And you know what? They're just as bad as me.... :) GOOD! I had an exciting summer as I began to drop my fears. I began to "Blog". I twittered. I did things I never considered. All of them legal too! What does the year hold for myself and my family? There will be trials and tribulations. There will be things I must overcome. There will be things I am looking forward to and hope to achieve, things I will achieve. I look forward to the future with hope, not dread. I must seek out and take down my challenges, not avoid them. Time is not my ally, but effort is. And in the coming year all of my resources and abilities will come together. I will achieve my one goal, without fail. I will not only achieve it for myself but for my family. Look out world, here I come. |
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