So here I am, with nothing to say. Now I say I that I don't have anything to say, but clearly there are words being typed out before me! Who am I to obscure the good name of our dear friend - 'Say'. Acting as if even the smallest bit of what has to be said isn't actually saying anything at all?! Get what I'm trying to say? I sure as hell don't. I do know that if I have to use the word say once more that--.....Just lost all meaning. I must now refer to the dictionary to confirm that 'say' is spelled S-A-Y, and that the meaning of say is to produce some sort of verbal or written communication!

I can understand that I'm a simple and uninteresting individual. I never really have anything to say. Nor can I provide amusing anecdotes of any sort. I'm just sort of...here. As such I will make my presence known from time to time! What am I doing here? Beats me, I just return every now and again when I feel the need to write something down. Even if it is a bland, dull entry! Oh, but you'll read on, and do you know why?! BECAUSE YOU HAVE TIME TO KILL! If there is anything I can do, its kill/waste/obliterate/go back in time! Yes I realize that I don't have one comment posted in any of my entries, but some poor unfortunate soul will stumble into my realm one day!

TIME MANAGEMENT! If I was in school this semester it would be a problem, but I'm not, not yet anyways. If I'm not working, I'm at home playing World of Warcraft. If I'm not playing WoW, I'm at my friends house. In the unlikely event that I'm not participating in any of the previously mentioned activities, then I'm probably asleep. As you can probably assume (aside from me being a completely lazy bastard) I have alot of time to think between those gaping chasms of leisure! Surely I must have concocted many a brilliant schemes, plotted out my future, and figured out the meaning of life! All I can think about is that damn steak that I'll be having at my Uncles in about 14 hours. That juicy... meaty... prime slab of beef. I'd be lying if I said I could focus on one thought, everything just comes at random.

Random - that's me in a nutshell. I know random bits of information. I can do random tasks. Random musings. Random actions. Random. Just random.  Not even I know what I'm capable of.

What do I want to do? Well... hear me out! Gunsmithing! It stems from my seemingly one useful skill that I possess - Tinkering. I like to open things up and see what makes them tick. Firearms are just a fascinating  bit of craftsmanship. Sounds a bit crazy, maybe even something a brain dead hick would say, but other than that I have NO IDEA what the hell I want to do. The trouble is its not your uh... basic... college class. Where the hell do I find an in-depth study to firearms other than the military? The internet seems to have a bunch of stay at home, do it yourself sort of things, but that is just crap! Blah, still gotta research it a bit more.

Honestly though, who can't tinker? Anyone can just take something apart and see what goes where and how it operates to perform the task it so systematically carries out! Bah, I lack the patience for anything else at this point, though. Nothing can keep me intrigued.

I need confidence. GIVE ME!

Somehow I always end up writing long rants. An english teacher would kill me for writing my incoherent thoughts in the manner of which I speak. The lack of formality, substance, and... what's the word... My brain just died. Elaborate... elaboration... depth... style... description... SOMETHING ON THOSE LINES! Writing at 4:30am - Brain broken. Ergh, Ugh.

Three days off from work. Steak later today, friends house tomorrow/next day. Come back home and wash up, play WoW, sleep, and then it's back to work. Wash, rinse, and repeat. I really gotta find a better way to spend my time. Maybe I'll come back with an amusing tale! We will be meeting the bride to be of my friend's brother. Seal of Approval pending!

All aboard the sleepy train, last call!

Dr. Weird: GENTLEMEN! BEHOLD! For I have made love to this machine, and upon retrospect, I ask...WHY?!

Steve: Wow...did you uh..do that for science? Someone might find that intere--

Dr. Weird: NO! IT WAS FREE! SHE WAS DRUNK AND DIDN'T KNOW WHAT SHE WAS DOING!

~Egg pops out of the lawnmower~

Dr. Weird: MY METAL BOY!

Ya... I've been watching Aqua Teen Hunger Force lately, moreso than usual. Gotta love that random nonsensical off-the-wall humor. If you question the shows title, then it's probably not for you.

Haven't posted in awhile. What can I say, I'm a busy man. Of course by busy I mean lazy, and by lazy I mean I have no friggin' clue what to put down.  Alas, I looked upon my site and its motto: Where things don't have to make sense. Throw that together in with freedom of speech and a pinch of off-color internet  humor, and you'll probably get my post for today.

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My friend doesn't know how to drive. Well at least he didn't, but he's getting the hang of it quick. The boy needs his license, I'm sick of driving! He's been haunted by a dream I had that I probably never should have told him about:

It takes place in a parking lot in front of a church/school we used to go to. It's empty, a few people standing off to the side, thats about it. In the lot itself is a pickup truck (think smaller 80's models, not the semi-truck ones we have today) and its just going around in circles. My friend is behind the wheel and everytime he makes a pass he's screaming "I CAN'T STOP!".

Hilarious I tells ('tells' was purely intentional) ya. Now he has cast off the amusing vision that's plagued him for so long and has been putting up with my 1am driving sessions. He's a wee bit on the nervous side, but I can't say that I wasn't the same way when I first started. PROGRESS! EFFICIENCY! MAD DRIVING SKILLS! Next stop: the freeway; I don't fancy having to go through that, but someone has to take him.

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Shirts! We want to make amusing shirts! SHIRTS FOR THE SHIRTLESS! It'll pretty much be random quotes we come up with, obssessions, and internet/World of Warcraft humor. We've scoped out the ..uh..competition if you will. I'm too lazy to link it but I think it was tshisthell.com. Stupid ass crap it is. I'm not easily offended or uptight, but their merchandise is clearly made by and for attention whores.

Would you not wear a shirt that says "Dude, Give Me Your Brains!" (picture included, you can use your own imagination on this one...there's no wrong way to picture it really - patent pending)?! We have a thing for zombies (in the non-necropheliac sort of way). They just amuse us greatly! It'll just be stupid stuff like that. I dare not give away too much information, last thing I need is for someone to steal it! I gaurantee at least one shirt would sell if we can ever make one.

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My time runs short, I must go to work! I think it is about time for a change of jobs. Next time Blizzard opens up a GM spot, I'm gunning for it. From what I here they supply a free all you can drink soda bar...or so the legend goes! End communications! 

THE MONSTER TRUCK EXTRAVAGANZA IS IN TOWN FOR ONE NIGH--....Er, wrong Sunday. Today is a Sunday like any other. I've managed to weasel my way out of a work tonight, which would not normally do. However, I have some family coming in today, cousins and my uncle whom I haven't seen in what feels like ages. Granted he moved about 2 hours away, but the problem is he never gave us an address or phone number. In doing this, he took one of my favorite cousins away. Not that I should play favorites, I love all of my family members... excluding my Dad's side of the family. Anywho, I've been jumping for joy ever since I heard he was coming into town. So here we are - Sunday.

I'm just killing time while my sister gets ready so we can head on out. Ah ha, Time to go!

Chili Recipe delayed till further notice.

STARTING SEPTEMBER 12th WE (Blockbuster Video) CLOSE AT 11pm! Friggin' Sweet I tell ya. Now an hour difference from the previous Midnight close may not seem like much, but it's a whole lot better then staying for another hour. Granted its only Sunday through Thursday, but lets face it, those nights are DEAD. We probably waste more money staying open for that last hour anyways.

I've also managed to get my hands on a PS2 cover box and the cover art for GTA: San Andreas. I have the game, through which my brother got by illegitimate means, but it is in a Hollywood Video cover. Completely devoid of flair it is. We had to take the game out of our rental and sale sections since the rating was changed to Adult. Pssh...if any of Rockstars games deserve an Adult rating its Manhunt - pixelated violence and gore at its best. The whole storyline to the game is beyond sadistic and twisted. I cringe everytime that machete swings not once... not twice... but three time to hack off the head of your enemies.

Speaking of games! The new generation of gaming consoles is almost near, and I desperately wish to hop back on the console craze. The problem is that being a gamer in this day and age is getting very expensive. $400 for the new XBOX....400! That's a big chunk of money when you make $7.25 and getting lower hours since our summer business is cooling down (get it..summer...hot...cool......shut up). From what my coworker says, the new Nintendo system is actually supposed to have the entire Nintendo library available to download on the system. NES? Awesome. SNES? Even better! Gameboy? I can only assume? Gameboy Advance?! I'll pre-preorder one if thats the case. N64?! You had the deal sealed when I picked up that rectangular controller and stomped the crap out of Goombas oh so many years ago. I really...really want to know the EXACT definition of 'Entire Library'. Oh yeah, and PS3...I'm...sure it'll be nice.

Games... games... games.... I've been hooked on World of Warcraft since... well since Beta. Level 60 Troll Hunter for the win! Zoddu > All rogues; it's a known fact. Christ, there sure are alot of whiners down at the hunter forums on WoW.com, sure we could use some tune-ups, but they act like we are the worst friggin' class and are incapable of doing anything! Less chat more splat! Of course I also have a level 57 rogue, which was initially started to study my enemy... but I've come to enjoy playing Weatherbee (not as much as my hunter though) and his stealth smackin', jive talkin', critter exploding antics. I didn't think it was possible, but actual hippies do exist in the game. I was in Darnassus (Night Elf homeland, lots of critters) minding my own business/chucking dynamite at squirrels and shooting toads, and some random person starts cursing me out and calling me vulgar names!......... IT'S A FRIGGIN' GAME! People take things waaaaaay too seriously sometimes.

I hate gnomes..... HATE! Enough said.

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Damn it, I left my Kit Kat at my workstation. Moral of the story? Life is full of crazy twists and turns... and... gotta.... reach that sweet crunchy... wafer... chocolate... and the like. Stay tuned till next time, where I reveal the secret of cheese, the meaning of life, and a kick ass recipe for chili that'll have you drooling for more!

Why the hell am I back here? Why to entertain the lot of ya of course! Nay, that's an outright lie. Just figured I could brush up on writing again lest I forget. Years of the internet has fragged the english language (observe the entry title), and I have come to restore balance to the internet!

Disregard the previous statement. I will do nothing more than fan the proverbial flames that fuel the OMGWTFBBQ that charbroils our language to a unidentifiable chunk of gibberish. I'll try to keep a dictionary handy nonetheless.

At the moment I'm trying to figure what I could possibly talk about (or what the hell I'm even talking about as of now). OH! I KNOW! I got a job working for Blockbuster Video. It sucks, just like any job where you have to deal with customers. What job doesn't suck though? Even if you find something you like to do as a job...wouldn't you still rather be doing anything else? Spending time with friends and family? Sleeping? Anything?! Whose to say in this crazy world.

My neck hurts. In order to make use of both sides of my headphones I have to tilt my head to the left to get that side of the earpiece workin'. Oi, the things I do to hear a song. No way in hell I'm gonna do this through the 11-12 minutes of Jimi Hendrix's Machinegun........HA! Technology 0 - Mike 1. I've managed to find the right position without having to tilt my head to make it wor----son of a....

I'll wrap it up here as I do have to go to work later today. Had a few days off, but those never last long. So I'll close with a quote from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, brought to you by Happy Time Harry: "I'm sure my parole officer would love to hear that I spent my one day off DICKING AROUND ON THE FUCKING MOON"....No I don't have a parole officer, and yes the F-bomb was actually censored. As for the moon bit? The world may never know. Always a pleasure wasting a minute or two of your time. Till we meet again!