Strange Things are Afoot at the Circle K.: February 2005

Monday, February 28, 2005


God, I am so depressed. I haven't been this depressed in a couple of years. I've been really depressed for about the last three days now. I wish I had something to do besides just sit at home at the computer all day. I wish I had something to do. I wish I could go out and meet people and stuff. But most of all, I wish I had a girlfriend.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Stupid Law

I just read that, in Switzerland, it is illegal to flush your toilet after 10:00 p.m. if you live in an apartment. That would suck.

Friday, February 25, 2005

Yahoo! News - Wife Says Thompson Discussed Suicide

Yahoo! News - Wife Says Thompson Discussed Suicide

This is a very sad, touching story.

Thursday, February 24, 2005


Wow, this site is hilarious. Gizoogle - Fo all you beotches who wanna find shiznit.

Yes, it's Gizoogle, the gangsta search engine. Actually, it's not really a search engine, it's one of those things that you give it a web address, and it translates the page, making it look like it was written by Snoop Dogg. Here is a sample from my page:

My W-to-tha-izzish

I would gizzle anyth'n ta be able ta go bizzy in tizzy n go ta a P-to-tha-izzink Floyd concert. It would be so cool, I'd probably die of extreme joy before tha concert was ova spittin' that shiznit.

It also has a place where you can just type in text, and it will translate it the same way, as with this passage from the Bible:

In tha perpetratin' God created tha heaven n tha earth.

And tha earth was witout form, n void; n darkness was upon tha face of
tha deep ya feelin' me?. And tha Spirit of God moved upon tha face of
tha wata.

And God said, "Let there be light . Keep the party crackin while I'm
steady rappin'": n there was light.

And God saw tha light, thiznat it was good: n God divided tha light
friznom tha darkness cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map.

And God called tha light Day, n tha darkness he called
"N-to-tha-izzight". And tha pimpin' n tha morn'n were tha
F-to-tha-izzirst day gangsta style.

Also, it has a image gallery full of very funny images.

Monday, February 21, 2005

A great man is dead...

Hunter S. Thompson is dead. He shot himself last night. I am very depressed about this. He was my hero. I just can't beleive he shot himself, he had such a lust for life. I would love to be able to write some sort of eulogy for him here, but I just don't have the skill, or the words to do so.

R.I.P. Hunter S. Thompson
July 18th 1937 - Feb. 20th 2005

Yahoo News - Writer Hunter S. Thompson Kills Himself

Yahoo News - Legendary US author, "gonzo" journalist Hunter S. Thompson commits suicide

Thursday, February 17, 2005

My Wish

I would give anything to be able to go back in time and go to a Pink Floyd concert. It would be so cool, I'd probably die of extreme joy before the concert was over.

Oh My God...

I just heard the most horrible joke ever. Not horrible as in not funny, but horrible as in "You're a horrible person for saying that." It was one of those, "You're going to hell for telling that joke" jokes. And so now I shall tell it to you.

"What's the opposite of Christopher Reeve?"

"Christopher Walken."

If you don't get it, say it out loud.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

That Mysterious First Kiss -

That Mysterious First Kiss -

This is a pretty cool article, about kissing and the history of kissing. I find the first three paragraphs especially interesting.

A recent documentary on television on the subject of kissing pointed out that this physical act reduces stress, produces a peaceful feeling of being loved, and even boosts our immune systems. With all the benefits and pleasures of the act of kissing, does history reveal when humanity’s first kiss took place?

Years ago, scientists thought that when two lips met during kissing an electric current was generated. They now know that this is completely untrue. Scientific fact is that kissing signals our brains to produce oxytocin which is a hormone that causes a good feeling. One study stated that our brains are equipped to help us find our lover's lips in the dark.

German physicians and psychologists say that those who kiss their spouses each morning before leaving for work miss less work because of illness than those who do not. Those who kiss also have fewer auto accidents on the way to work, earn 20-30 percent more per month and live approximately five years longer.


Attention: "Oven" is now a verb.

I was just looking through the fridge, trying to decide what to eat, and I said to myself, "Yeah, I think I'll oven me a corn dog." I normally cook them in the microwave, but occasionally I cook them in the oven. My oven sucks so much, it takes 30 minutes at 500 degrees to cook a fucking corn dog.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Post #2

Wow! Two posts in one day! That hasn't happened in a while.

I just wanted to share this totally surreal spam e-mail I received a couple of days ago.

The subject line is, "I grew up in St. Louis and got the hell out of there," and the body of the message is simply a link to "".

I'm still alive...

Yes, I know I'm still not posting. I'm still spending all free time playing Kingdom of Loathing. So, time for another huge post covering events of the last few weeks.

So, Chris got married a couple of weeks ago. It was just a simple court house ceremony that barely took five minutes once it get started. But still, it was one of the weirdest weddings I've ever seen. They didn't even make the rest of us sit down in the seats, they let us all stand up there around Chris and Candice, and people kept laughing and making comments, especially Chris and Candice themselves. When it came time to exchange the vows, Chris and Candice kept laughing, especially when it came to the part about promising to honor and obey, and stuff like that, we all started laughing, because we all knew better than that.

Then, after the wedding, most of us went out to eat at Hunans, a Chinese place, which a week later was in the news because it has been declared the nastiest place in Oklahoma in recent inspections, and is being shut down. Still, it was really good when we were there. It may have been full of roaches or something, but it tasted really good.

Then, Friday, Chris came back up to Oklahoma for the weekend. He was going to stay the weekend, and me, him, David, and Chris' brother Richard were supposed to all go out to some strip clubs and get drunk and stuff Saturday night. Instead, we ended up going out Friday AND Saturday. The plan had originally been to go out to The Playhouse, the place that I went to a while back, and said was so great. Oh, and Chris' wife knew all about us going to the strip clubs, but she doesn't mind.

On Friday night, I was hanging out with Chris and his brother, and they needed to go up to Norman for some stuff, and while we were up there, we decided to go to some strip club there in Norman, that neither me nor Chris even knew existed. Richard mainly wanted to go there, so we could see how crappy it was, he said it was really crappy, with skanky dancers. And he was right. There were only three dancers even there at first, and two of them looked like they were around 40. And for some reason they all kept coming out to our pool table we were playing at, and hanging around us, and one of them got a bad attitude. She got pissed because I wouldn't talk to her, and was being my usual anti-social self. I wasn't really being rude or anything, but she just started freaking out, and was being very rude, and on the verge of getting violent, so we left. It wasn't my fault, Chris and Richard said she was a crazy bitch too.

Then we decided to go up to another club, it was better, but still wasn't very good, so then we went to Night Trips, the place I mentioned last time, that's supposed to be the best strip club around here. I didn't think it was that great. Yeah, they had some really good looking dancers, but the place was so packed, it was just shoulder to shoulder, and you couldn't get anywhere near the stage without having to fight your way there. Then after we left there, we went and ate at Dennys. It was a pretty cool night, and Richard wasn't too bad, I usually hate Chris' brother. Mainly because he embarrasses me, and says things to me that make me uncomfortable. Not like THAT, you perverts. It's just that his whole family is very open, especially with sexual things, and they just all sit around talking about things I'd never talk about, especially not with someone's parents, and Richard is really bad about saying things to me that embarrass me. He wasn't that bad these two nights, well, until he got drunk, that is.

Then, Saturday night, David ended up not being able to come, which sucked, because he was supposed to be the designated driver, so we had to decide who had to be it in his place. Chris ended up being it, so he wasn't able to drink until we got back to my place. So we went up to The Playhouse. On the way there we stopped by a liquor store, and bought some stuff, and me and Richard had some drinks in the car, brandy and coke. I think we both had two fairly large ones. Then, to make a long story short, we all three had an absolute blast at the Playhouse, and they all agreed with me that it is a fantastic place, and they said that I really know how to pick strip clubs. I was feeling kinda proud of myself. We made plans to do this again every time Chris comes up for the weekend.

But then, things started to fall apart. On the way back, Richard was so horny from the club, that he started trying to find some girls for me and him, and try to get them to come over to my place where we were going next to all get drunk. He tried calling all the girls he knew, and wasn't having much luck. Then he got ahold of some guy and girl that he knew, and they were going to come over, and she was supposed to bring some friends. They got to my place, but none of the other girls came. So then, them and Richard just sat around playing some drinking game, and all got very drunk, and then got rowdy, and then they all got in some argument and the guy and girl left. So yeah, the party was really sucky, and I got in a really bad mood, which always happens though when I get drunk around several people. I'm fine when I get drunk by myself, or with just a person or two, but in party situations I always get really depressed and angry, and end up punching walls. And that's when the party goes good. By the end of this night, I was really really angry and depressed. And in fact, have now been depressed and angry for two days. Partly because of that, and partly because of it being Valentine's Day.

Ok, so, this post is long, and I don't really feel that well tonight, so I'm going to end this now. I don't feel that depressed or anything anymore, but I'm suffering from allergies or something now.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

What Kind of Sixties Person are You?

You are a Radical. Right on!

What kind of Sixties Person are you?
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Ok, so based on my original answers, I got Rebel, but there were some questions that multiple answers fit me, and I just had to pick one, so, going back and changing a couple of them slightly, also got me the Hippy result. So I'm somewhere between the two or something. They aren't that different in some ways. The main things are the course of action they take. Both are "rebels" in a way, but Hippies are more the passive type, with their love-in and sit-ins, and protests, while the Rebels are more violent and angry and active in their actions. In general anyway, there were some exceptions to both of those generalizations.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005


Tune in soon for my new erotic parody: "Lemony Suckit: A Series of Unfortunate Sexual Encounters!"

Not really.

Especially since I've never read any of the books, and know nothing at all about them. I don't have any idea what they are even about. I've heard they're cool though.

That reminded me of an item on Kingdom of Loathing: The Disturbing Fan-Fiction. Its description is, "This is a hundred pages of animals from a popular cartoon doing horrible and disgusting things to each other."