Mortality and Information Technology.

My grandfather is a great man. I'm sure most everyone can say that about someone they're close to, but I beileive it, partially because I owe a great deal of who I am to him.

      It was him who brought us the first computer and taught me how to use it. He had the internet before the rest of you knew what it was. I think when he moves on he will still know more about our computer then my father and mother. He was pirating games and burning them to disks for us long before the pirate bay had their fleet of buccaneers. He backed napster, and when it fell he moved on to Kaazaa. My cousin used his paypal to buy starcraft broodwar on ebay. I used his paypal/ebay to buy neopets stuff. (But that's besides the point). Speaking of neopets, I sent off my "I can use the forums even though I'm under 13" form using my grandparents fax machine.

I guarentee you, this blog would not exsist without my grandfather. I am who am because of a lot of different things, but this is one I can almost pinpoint. I am a second generation gamer and a third generation tech enthousist.

Your time is running out.

And I remain.

Blogging about nothing.
Blogging about everything.
Blogging one lines.
Blogging Stories, letters and hopes and dreams.
Blogging my past, present and future.
Blogging my expectations.
Blogging my fears.
Blogging for myself..
My 25-30 year old self.
For them.
For him.
Blogging who
what
when
how
Speculations on why.
Blogging to get it out.
Blogging to keep it.
Blogging to pass the time while I fly to Orgrimmar,
or while my toast cooks.
Blogging because eventually if enough people read this blog and click the ad at the bottom I might make a whole dollar.

Blogging to be faux self-reflective and deep.
Heh, I'm having fun.

Heywaitwut this is a phone.

Had a good day today.
Went out for lunch, bought delicious Japaneese food and chocolate fudge, also, a candy apple.
Also, a vidya game. And old one : P

Now I'm at work.
Working, waiting worrying, none can be helped.
I know it's all cool though, because the winds were blowing today, and excuse me if they were the colour of acceptance.
I'm going to pass pre-cal and chemistry and film and vid (but that one's a given)
And whatever happens is going  to happen, and I'm going to be okay with anything.
Well, maybe not anything, but I'm prepared to deal with life as it's thrown at me.
The bright side is looking brighter everyday.

Shitson, maybe I should erase all that, because the last time I wrote an optimistic blog, everything fucked up not a week thereafter.
IN B4 SUDDENSTRESS. SHIT.
Okay, I'll head this off with a "EVERYTHING SUCKS AND WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE MESSAGE"
LIKE
A giant meteor is going to hit us in 2032,  or so says Sir Kxanganggang of the Na'vi.
Don't worry, the aformentioned friend is a real person. I'm not crazy.
Or am I.
Actually, I think I'm going a little bit crazy.
Just a tad.
A weensy little bit.
For one thing, as I write this, there is another voice in my head reading it, a voice other then my own.
But, It's a voice I know well.
I should get back to work. Toodles.

Spoken word.

I write it.

Cramps are balls.

They suck so bad.
They're even worse when you wake up with on a saturday morning at 9:30 after an awesome friday night in which you did not sleep until four thirty am.
They're even worse when they take two super-liqui-gels to go away.
They've even worse when.... They happen every month.
So they're always worse.
They always suck.
They suck the most today though.

In any case, I had a fabulous night last night.
I'm pretty sure the last thing I said was
"Oh, man. I just realized something awesome"
Barnabas: "What?"
"Christopher Eccleston totally exploded into David Tennant."

No never mind, That was not the last thing I said, It launched a discussion in which Empty Children were creepy and Daleks were Carboard and David Tennant was Yum and Harold was confused.
Then I went to sleep.

I just spent 10 minutes on the wikipedia article for Daleks.
Shiiiiit.

At anyrate, Friday. The first of October.
Funfact: the first of october is six months after April Fool's day (Or six months before it, if you will) Does that make it October Srs day? Where I'm totally serious and say a whole bunch of things that I really mean from the cockles of my heart? Because I kind of did that anyway. :  D