Well, I haven't really written anything in a while, but I say the Kompressor kept the place pretty neat. Excellent. It is Christmas eve-day, which means that tonight I actually go to church and not make snide comments the entire time, since it is a family event. I will probably be spending this Christmas much like I spend all my others, mudding. If anyone would like to join me, there will probably be free drinks or something along those lines to celebrate Christmas on Core 2653, and that is usually a pretty good time, although a somewhat pathetic way to celebrate Christmas. Get in touch with you inner miner and 'drill ore' with me to the tune of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer! Holiday jubilations and singing *heavenly choir bursts into song and Ebert shoots himself because he's stuck in traffic again* Oh yeah, just as a little side note, if I ever see anyone driving drunk, I sweat to god I am going to run you off the road and kick your ass. For those of you that don't know, I got hit by a car the other night, while driving through a green light. Luckily, I didn't have any windows in at the time, otherwise Jacqui probably would have been cut up pretty bad. As it was, no one was hurt. In a complete lack of judgement my dad and I decided not to call the cops, but I noticed a bit later that my inspection sticker was about three months overdue, which means that I probably would have gotten a ticket anyway. Oh well, the car is getting fixed at entirely his expense, and I might even get a new top out of it all. Excellent. Well, I'm off to play some Gamecube, which includes all of the original Zeldas! Woot! Those are some old school classics, very nice. Everybody have a nice Christmas, and if things go the way I think they will, I may actually be able to post pictures up here pretty soon, and then you all have to look at me, HAHAHAH!

K IS FOR KOMPRESSOR!!!!!!!!

The battle for Helm's Deep was nothing compared with the struggle that I am going through to get myself and my buddies LOTR tickets. I mean, come on guys, we know the king returns, what more do you need? This should be something special, that I have tickets to, not some schmoe down the street who doesn't even know that there are books out there, let alone the ones that the movies are based on. Ridiculous, almost makes me wish I was still a huge pirate. Yeah, nothing like making lots of fat cash off of some new release. Those were the good old days. Now I just sit here, broke, waiting for some food and a break in the clouds to allow a dash to some seedy burger joint surrounded with people who don't even know who they are anymore. Yeah, society blows. *swishes his long morbid hair back over his head* Yeah, fuck all yall. Seriously though, it seems that I may actually get my package, so I should be veiled in a thick shroud of delicious smoke in no time. Most excellent. And now to return to my humble couch and go back to sleep to prepare for the midnight run to catch the train. The guards never watch the last car, and there may even be a bit of food in there this time. We can't fail, the border is only a few miles away, I'm sure we'll be able to make it across this time, and see all the people that this horrible division has ripped away from us. Damn you Texas, and... uh, West Texas. Think they are so much better then us living in their own houses and driving cars and not waiting behind thirty other tired people to get a bit of bread so that you can drag your way through the day doing your mindless work. Next thing you know they will put up a big wall or something...

So I will open today with a word of warning: If you are going to talk on the phone with a gorilla mask, remember to bring plenty of nerf darts. I would also like to announce my rivalry with the space bar, which will be racing against my hand to decide once and for all where spaces in sentences should go. Unfortunately, my hand keeps trying to type it's own thing, to which I say, nay! Not like the horse, like the guys with the powedered wigs saying no to some ridiculous vote that the arch-bishop of Cantbury is trying to push on the left wing majority of labor party reformists in the british parliament. It has been a good time here in San Antonio if you ignore the extreme slackerness and negligence for her friends that Kristen displayed just last night as Rob and I were turned into giant blocks of ice who had only just then fired guns in their whole lives. But that is alright, Rob got everyone back by cleverly trapping everyone inside wal mart until we didn't even want to buy a game with a big purple brain and, and.... and clay!! Yeah, we could have been molding clay right now, but no, Rob wouldn't let me steal the stuff out of the container, you know they want you to steal that stuff, that is why they let people into the store. It is because wal mart has joined in my glorious campaign of Communism in Texas, by encouraging plenty of poor, otherwise unable families to load the store full of thousands of their offspring so that it goes unnoticed when I cut a leaf off of some fake plant and pin it to my crotch. Excellent. The system works. This is electronics gentleman, it represents the big man himself, NOT ONE STEP BACKWARD!~>

Will the parade of shit ever stop? WILL IT! PLEASE GOD MAKE THE PARADE STOP, the ELEPHANTS are CRUSHING MY HEAD!!!! So, repeated talks with UPS are not advised, because they only serve to further infuriate anyone involved. Customer server representative number one was very nice, and helpful. In fact, he solved my problem. The address, was changeable. In fact, he was about to do so, when I had the brilliant idea, of getting the address in San Antonio, so that we could enjoy the hookah there. Of course, I wasn't going to end up with the same person when I called back, but hey, they should all be able to do the same thing right? Right. Customer service representative number two, was not so nice. She insisted that there was nothing I could do. And further illustrated the fact that I should be here, in order to sign for my package. What brilliant advice. Perhaps, you should be stapled to the wall. If I could be here, I wouldn't be calling, because your not that interesting to talk to. Perhaps, number two, was simply wrong. Customer service representative number three wouldn't let me speak with her manager. Instead, she simply intercepted my question and decided to explain to me how many packages they have to deliver each day, and that for some reason, it would more convenient for me, if I had to wait another 5 days for my package. Apparently, this person doesn't mind waiting, and doesn't mind not getting what they paid for. I believe, I was told, that it would arrive on the 12th. Now they have changed this to the 15th, and even more impossible date for me to meet. But that's okay, because it's easier for everyone involved, if they first attempt to deliver this package. Despite the fact that I know that no one will be here at all. But no, even though all the packages have bar codes on them, it's still much too hard, to simply divert the package, and save everyone a bit of time. Of course, first the idea of even changing the address was shot down. Which leads me to believe, that number one, was the biggest idiot of all three. I never did get to speak to the manager, but I was informed, that my package, might get to El Paso, by the 18th. Maybe. It could also take longer. At least their complete lack of useful information is evenly dispersed throughout their entire company. I still don't understand why I can't send this message now, because they know what truck it's on, they know where it's going, they just don't know how to hit a few keys so that this whole problem goes away. WHY!?!?! I DON"T UNDERSTAND WHY NO ONE CAN HELP ME.

God damnit! FUCKING UPS. I hate you all with the flaming passion of a billion robot's exhaust. Why oh why do you even bother calling yourselves a delivery company?! Alright, so here is the second part of this story, and why I decided to tell you that story in the first place. About two weeks ago, I decided to order myself a nice thirty inch hookah. Free shipping too, very nice deal all around. I ordered it so long ago based on the fact that I knew the UPS wouldn't get it here when they said they would and would instead feed me lots of bullshit. Why the rush? Well first of all, when I order something I want it right fucking then, and second of all, I am going home for Christmas in two days and it would have been nice to have a hookah to smoke with my friends in San Antonio. BUT NO! UPS thinks that that is a bad idea. Well they can go to hell. So a few days ago I notice that my tracking information still hasn't been updated from the very vague "billing information received" which means that they got the money for their service, but have no idea what is going on aside from that. So I call them and ask, what the hell is going on with my package, nice and polite, just trying to get some simple information. Little did I know that I would get to call these people at least five times, and learn a little tidbit of information every time I got one of their slack-jawed yokels on the phone. First they tell me it is supposed to be delivered that day. Awesome, I'm ecstatic and quickly inform everyone that we will be enjoying a nice relaxing smoke tonight. Then nine o'clock roles around, still no delivery. So I call the front desk. Nothing. UPS on the phone again, "well uh, it's scheduled for today, and the driver will keep going until he delivers everything, so just wait" You do realize that it's like nine thirty right? "yeah, it happens sometime." GOD DAMNIT CABOOSE! If you don't know, then just fucking tell me, don't go around being a little bitch. Fine, doesn't get here that day, that's cool. Maybe today? The next guy I get on the phone tells me that it should have gotten there, but they don't actually know if they even have the package yet. Don't know if you have it? How are you supposed to deliver it anywhere if you DON'T FUCKING KNOW THAT YOU HAVE IT!?! Fine, so where is it. "uh, we don't know, try calling the shipper" Alright, no answer. I'm still of the opinion that if it were my job to deliver thousands of packages every day, I would try and keep some sort of record on what's going on with them all. But hey, I'm not a global delivery company, just some guy that they like to ream repeatedly throughout the course of his entire life! Once again, call UPS, well, we can trace the package for you, and then maybe change the delivery address. Maybe? Don't they have some sort of training program in place, or do they just find some people with missing teeth and slap a headset on them? Fine, I'll call the seller again, damndable hippies probably smoke too much themselves, so they don't even know what UPS is. I finally get someone on the phone there, which is also odd, because most places have people available during the day, and not at three in the morning. Good to see someone is finally catering to the vampire and hooker crowd. "Uh, all our computers are shut down, so I can't really tell you anything." Great, just great. One last check at UPS reveals that my package has been rescheduled. It seems it magically turned up somewhere in a California sorting center. Great, I'm glad that you picked up a box and upheld your fucking job to deliver it. So now they have rescheduled it for December 15th. Well fan-frickin-tastic. Let me just set up a tent outside of my dorm and wait for those assholes to show up. On the 15th I will be on a train, going home, without my hookah, writing hatemail to UPS. So now I have no hookah, a bunch of tobacco, disappointed friends, no guarantee that I am actually going to get this thing anytime before January, and a big list of expletives reserved just in case someone in a brown uniform walks by.

Why is it that no one ever knows what's going on, anywhere at anytime! On top of that they have to lie about it in order to make me feel all happy that things are working out, and then make it blatantly obvious that they were lieing! I despise those men in their brown trucks and their brown uniforms. They were so much brown to symbolize what a piece of shit they really are. Slow as shit, dumb as shit, and hey, even full of shit. Alright, so maybe I'm being a little harsh on our old friend UPS. Maybe I'm being a little harsh? Oh no, they have had far too many opportunities to make things up to me but they never ever have. I continue to be disappointed by their performance every single time they are even remotely involved in a delivery situation. Alright, relax, it's alright. Here is the story. My hatred of UPS goes back quite a ways, to the lofty days when anything but the mail seemed lightning fast and way too expensive. Around 6th grade I decided to take some sizeable gains out of the market and purchase a shiny new computer to call my very own. My first major purchase. A wonderful occasion for a young nerd right? You would think so, but even the purest, sleekest, most beautiful of machines can be spoiled by bad shipping. I endure for about a week of sitting at some other computer and compulsively checking the tracking information on their website, shouting out with joy every time the wonderful packages jumped closer and closer. Finally their got here! But of it was only the monitor and the speakers. So now I had half of a computer, just sitting on my desk laughing at me. Laughing and sharing secrets with the speakers that I just couldn't hear without the sound card that came in the other half that wasn't here yet! No big deal, the case is supposed to be delivered on Monday. The weekend, terrible terrible weekend. You think the postal service is lazy? At least they deliver on Saturday. Nothing happened, nothing at all, my case sat a mere 200 miles away, easily drivable in one day, but destined to stay just out of reach for the time being. Monday, the big day, no one is home to sign for it. They take it back. Tuesday, no one is home, they take it back. Finally on Wednesday someone was home all day, but no delivery?!?!? FINE, so the I call them and politely speak very calmly through clenched teeth and ask them to just leave the package in their warehouse, and I will go and pick it up. So another anticipation filled school day rolls by, and I rush outside and make my mom haul ass on over to the airport to pick this thing up. Oh, you wanted us to keep it here right? Well, someone put it on the truck anyway. Oh, wonderful *nervous twitch* just wonderful. Perhaps *fish clenching* you would like to tell me just who *twitch* is the brilliant soul that must now be removed from this earth? Alright, no time for disembowling, we need to get home in time to try and sign for the damn thing before the deliver fails again. But no, no package, just a little slip, saying they will try yet again tomorrow, and look, we just missed them by 15 minutes. Fiddle-dee-dee that will require a tetanus shot is what I'm thinking as I punch the car and cut myself. So the next day, I have decided to ditch school. Fuck it, I want this thing and I'm sure as hell not going to get anything done behind a desk unless it has my shiny new box sitting underneath it, happily purring away because we are together at last. The guy gets here, and everything is nice and smooth. I even smile at the delivery driver, despite the flashes of him laughing and driving away the all those days before. What brings all of this reminiscing on? Oh, I'll get to that, don't you worry.

Yet another sleepless night. This one wasn't so bad though. Now all I have to do is make it through the next hour. Have you ever noticed that the best sleep is to be had on top of a pillow made of 15-30% of your grade? I have a wide selection of finals available for you to try out, right here in the store! Guaranteed not to leave imprints like your hand or watch. No more embarrassing red marks! And even better, drool has been shown to select the right answer on scantrons one out of five times! In other news, if anyone ever invites you to try out a MUD/MUSH/anything text based, run away, for these people are trying to steal your soul. People think quitting smoking is hard? HA! At the mere mention of mudding I scurried to find my copy of zMUD, and crawl back into the sweetness that is Core 2653, and the best damn three hours I ever spent down in an ASCII mine typing 'drill ore' over and over again in the hopes of one day striking it rich. I am now fully at the mercy of the telnet beast. Beautiful. If anyone wants to check it out, I'm Robochris, and I'll be happy to have some company in the mines, or down a pint with you after the shift is over. Anyway, I actually do have some finals today, so I'm on my way.

I don't care what people say ramen is excellent. I could probably eat it everyday if I had to, for one simple reason: convenience. There is nothing like just pouring some water into a cup and having a hot meal. Not like the arduous task of putting on clothes and actually leaving the building to walk through the blistering cold just so you can get a slice of pizza. No, ramen is my friend because it accepts me for the lazy bastard that I am. It is my only comfort currently as I lament the happenings of the day. Having once again had the brilliant idea of staying up all night to do an assignment, I needed nap after economics. Of course, due to this late night creative session, I never woke up again and missed the very class that I had been doing work for. Irony is cruel and funny (depending on who it happens to). But ramen won't show me a good time and then leave me helpless lieing on the bed, comfortable and asleep. No, ramen will fill me and burn my mouth. This is the great balance, and it must be maintained.

My vast kingdom of stuff consisting mostly of piles of other stuff for a glass of orange juice. Hell, forget the glass, it's time to drink straight out of the carton. Ah, sweet nectar of the gods. A sliver of freezing cold orangy flavor creeps down my throat and satisfies the great dragon within. Oh, you've never heard of dragons that are satiated and even made tame by a good hearty gulp of orange juice? WELL WHOSE MAD WORLD ARE YOU LIVING IN!!!! Oh some said I was mad to trek all the way to the fridge an the slight hope that the dragon was one of the statistically insignificant number that fear citric acid. I pressed on through the great forest old macaroni and old gaming mags. And there it was, my savior, the coolmaster 3.5. Not the mightiest of strongholds, but Vitamin C adds an inhuman strength to whatever it touches! Finally the dragon would quit terrorizing the pants that reside in the local villages, but alas, DAMN YOU! A setting too cold has encased my only hope within a thick layer of carbonite. Where is an exiled princess disguised as a bounty hunter when you need her?

I must say, simply because I just finished it, that The Simpsons Season Three is gold. For the next few years there will be season after season of excellent Simpsons episodes coming out on DVD, and we will eventually get to my personal favorite, Homer vs. The Eighteenth Amendment. Classic. Mad props go out to the lady who made it all possible, without whose wonderful money none of this would have ever happened, I would like to present the Second Annual Montgomery Burns Award for Outstanding Achievement in the Field of Excellence to...... Sabrina. Give her a big hand everybody, and lets hope she doesn't fall off the balcony like that guy last year.

This is my friend Tim. Notice that Tim likes to ride his bike at high speeds. This isn't always good for Tim because he tends to lose his balance and fall off his bike almost every day. That's bad for Tim. Let's see what Tim is up to on his bike today.


Oh no, it seems that Tim's watch is getting all sticky on his arm, nobody likes that. I hope that he will be okay, it would be terrible if he fell again!



TIM! Whatever will happen to you when you reach the cold, cruel ground! We'll be right back...

Right now!

And now for the thrilling conclusion of..... Tim's Trip to the Ground!



It seems things will turn out just fine. Go get 'em Tim.

There you have. Let this be a lesson to everyone. First of all, Shladiez make everything better, and second of all, the ground never wins. So remember kids, if anyone ever asks you if you would like to be covered in gravel and concrete and flattened so that everyone can walk their dirty dirty shows all over you, say yes, because it is an excellent place to be when skirt season starts.

Thanksgiving is over. Wasn't really anything special, since I just had some microwaved turkey here in my dorm room. Now that's roughing it. Shopping is a wonderful thing, unless it no longer involves electronics, then it becomes a torturous exercise in tedium. But at least I picked up some mad dealies on a new hard drive and graphics card. Now I can devote even more space to the uselessness that is freenet. The graphics card is nice, because now I can watch blood splatter on the wall and random corpses doing somersaults with astounding clarity and smoothness. Excellent. But seriously folks, I think that from now on I will be going home for Thanksgiving, because when you and the foreign kid who just doesn't know what's going on are the last ones in the building when they lock the doors, it resonates a terrible feeling of loneliness throughout your heart. At least until you can go and spend way too much money stocking up on tortillas and shredded cheese to be consumed while you joyfully clean your records with the last remaining bottle of vinyl cleaning fluid in all of Denton county! Excelsior, Blonkers never sounded so good.

Today I heard a rather interesting noise, it was something that I could only describe as an electric goose. Not an electronic goose, but more like a regular acoustic goose hooked up to an amplifier with lots of distortion. It was also kind of like the Ad-aware frog death-knell noise. Most intriguing.

Here's an idea: Maybe the Red Sea was just a big slut and thought that Moses was hot. Think about it.

Very nice. Nothing like twelve hours of sleep. And then I get the wonderful news that the class that I woke up for has been canceled as well. Nobody tells me anything anymore. Eh, it's all good. Now I get to spend the next few days just sitting around playing video games. I am going to have to get a ride to Wal-Mart sometime today though, because even though I am not really having a Thanksgiving this year, I'll be damned if I don't get some pumpkin pie. Hopefully I'll be able to pick up some real food as well, because my RA just informed me that there are only three other people left in the building and that all of the cafeterias are going to be closed. Fantastic. Maybe I should have saved that trip home for Thanksgiving after all. Oh well, Christmas break is only another two weeks away. Which reminds me that I still have to put in about twenty-seven hours at the scene shop. I'm pretty sure that isn't going to happen, since they might not even be done today. Christmas Carol has a very complicated set, it looks fancy as hell, but everybody hates that show with a passion. I wonder why? I guess I'll have to audition next year and find out why it's so bad. I suppose I could head off to class now, keeping my fingers crossed that it's canceled though.

Well, that was a fun day. Took a test, met the author of a very good play and then promptly began dozing off right in front of her, and then hung around the scene shop for three hours. I have also discovered that I don't much care for ladders. I'm not afraid of heights or of falling, I just don't like ladders. They don't seem secure, and it is almost like backing down into something that you can't see. Not so pleasant. However, it was well worth it because when I climbed this ladder I was very high above the stage. Quite exciting, and an excellent place to read, write something, or take a nice black and white photograph. Black and white is so much better then color, it's less complicated, which helps the message of the photograph come through without all of the glitter and flashbangs. Now to try and scrounge up six bucks to buy a Univeristy Players shirt. I would be ever so upset if I didn't get one, even though I've only been to two meetings all semester, I still feel that I should get a shirt since I hang out with all the theater people anyway. And then it's off to smoke the hooka and enjoy a pizza on someone else's buck. Ah, free food and a relaxing, smooth smoke. For those of you that don't smoke, this I would recommend, it's very nice. Anyway, we'll have to see about that since I have now been awake for about thirty-two hours. Excellent. Maybe someday I will only need to sleep every other night. Imagine how much more time I could waste, hell I might even get down to doing some school work. Wait a second, I do do my school work, and no one here has any proof otherwise. Oh so tired, so very very tired.... zzzz

Well, it is now about ten in the morning. Looks like I will actually make it and get to class. What luck. Of course I have lost most of my energy now, and there is no way I will be awake through anything, but hey, at least I'll be there. That's more then I can say for some people *cough* my roommate *cough* Anyway, this is about the time that I would usually crash out and sleep through the whole day, only to repeat this horrible process yet again. But today is my day for freedom! I shall break free, they can take our sleep, but they'll never take... OUR PANTS! I'm pretty sure that most people can relate to me on this, the quest for pants is a great and mystical journey through the piles of stuff on your floor. And then when you find some pants, everyone else just sort of looks at you and goes "Man, what are you doing, your already wearing pants, and those aren't pants that you've found, that is a donut I lost like three days ago." And that is when it's time to clean up a bit. That might a good idea to occupy my time while I wait for freenet to give me back some processor cycles. Greedy program. No one ever said free speech was easy. By the way, if anyone is interested in freenet just be forewarned, it is oddly intriguing, because I have uninstalled it about five times now and keep coming back. I think I'm going to stick with this one though, that way I might actually get a successful network up. Fantastic. Well, the pants said they want to eat the donut and all hell just broke loose when the pile of what used to be white clothes on my floor moved in on the pile of random papers and ate it. I think it has almost learned to talk. I'll put up some pictures when it gets around to putting some pants on.

Ah. There we go. Not only did they have mass-produced eggs downstairs, but also mass-produced eggs inside mass-produced toast. Beautiful. I have noticed that people are entirely too unhappy in the mornings. Of course, I may feel a bit differently since this isn't really the morning, it's just a little brighter then usual. Being energetic and twitchy is one of the fun side affects of staying up all night. Fantastic. Yeah, I'm screwed over for the rest of the week, but whatever, it's all good. I got my paper done, had some eggs (this will probably be the only breakfast I have all week) and I am actually going to make it to my economics class, which is always nice when you are having a test. So why not brighten everyone's morning by smiling a bit and actually saying something aside from *yyyyyyyaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!* or whatever yawns sound like to you. Anyway, I need something to keep me awake for another three hours. Study you say? Haha, we still have a great deal to learn don't we. Ugh, another wonderful side effect is that it gets much too hot in my room. Always unpleasant, and because of this contemptable central air, I have little hope for an increase in comfort any time soon. Oh well, still better then the thirty degrees outside. Well, I think I've held out long enough, and now it's time for some Knights of the Old Republic. Ah, that's some good PC gaming.

At the risk of having hundreds of religious nuts (see: everyone who thinks they have a right to tell me what I should be believing in or doing on Sunday morning) pop out of the vents and start singing "jesus loves me" for the umpteenth time (I mean really, how insecure can anyone really be, I think maybe once a year would be often enough to remind yourself that jesus loves you) I am going to muse about what true evil is. Why the sudden turn to philosophy? Eh, no particular reason. I had this site evaluated for evil and it turns out that about 64% of the words here are evil. Can you tell the difference? I can't. They don't seem to be bothering anyone. Why, they look almost like every other word on this page. All black on a white background aren't they? Well, if you can't tell whether or not a simple word is evil what makes anyone think they can take the complex set of chemicals and electricity that we all are and analyze where they are going when all those chemicals slosh to the floor and the electricity runs away to cause a terrible noise in someone's improperly installed record player? Why all the negativity? It is somewhat hard to keep a positive attitude when simply because I walk by wearing a Diablo II shirt I am accosted for my heretical and irreligious ways. Irreligious? I would venture to guess that if a simple shirt which is nothing more than cloth and colors threatens the very core of what you believe in, you might need to do some soul searching and figure out why you are such an idiot. Seriously though, I don't care what anyone believes in, as long as it has nothing to do with messing with me. I'm a friendly guy, 64% evil or not. In fact, I'm nicer then quite a few religious nuts that I know. I'm not going to nail you to anything, or even try to get you to pay for a fifty million dollars glass building. So, despite the fact that the most zealous of you either won't get this far in this post or are simply too afraid of the internet in the first place because it's full of big scary ideas like thinking for yourself and -shocker- naked women! *sigh* Well, I still haven't had my mass-produced eggs so I'm going to go downstairs now. Don't anybody tear themselves apart with conviction to convert me, otherwise I'll have to pay to have the mess cleaned up.

Ah, there we go. I hate how difficult it is to write about something that the person who is going to be grading it is personally involved with. I'm writing this review of The Importance of Being Earnest which was recently put on here, and my play analysis professor happens to be the director. I know he's not looking for a five page kiss on his ass, but I have some built in thing where I have to hedge my bets. You know what I mean, where you can't say something negative without padding it with, "it seems" or "a little bit" so that if they are really upset about something later you have the opportunity to apologize and make them feel better by simply pointing out how unsure you were of how bad it was. This guy has done a lot of work in the theater, so I know that he is used to bad reviews, but man, are we all ever creatures of habit. Oh well. At least my paper is done, and look, its only seven in the morning. Fantastic. At least I can go grab some breakfast in a few minutes. Nothing like cafeteria eggs. I don't know about you, but I think scrambled eggs taste much better when they are mass-produced and covered in salsa. No one seems to get that. Maybe it's because I'm from El Paso, where we find it necessary to put salsa on everything, even in cereal. But it's good, so if there is one thing anyone may ever learn from me it's that you should try to put salsa on things. Besides, Mexico and the U.S. are quickly blending together, so you might want to get yourself ready for some spicy food. I swear, I move just 600 miles to the east and everyone calls ketchup with tomatoes cut up into it spicy. Jesus, it's like I'm in Germany or something. Don't get me wrong, I love German food, hell I am German, how could I not love it? But all they really eat is meat and potatoes. Of course, they have come up with many delicious ways to prepare meat and potatoes, but that is all that they really eat, that and beer. mmmmm. German beer.

So why did I decide to start this thing? Well, first off, read my description, that tells a general reason, but for those of you who are a bit more inquisitive (see: nosy) it is because it is very early in the morning and I am tired of writing a review of my professor's play, so I decided to find something online with which to waste my time. So here I am, perhaps this will give my old typewriter a bit of a rest. Anyway, I stay up real late, well, too late actually, a lot of the time, so I've decided that instead of wasting the random stuff that flows through my head this late at night, I will use it for the greater good of the internet! Well, maybe just to waste other people's time, which, next to porn, is the only real thing there is to do out here in cyberspace anyway.