So I really don't much care for the new blogger.com format, and wish they would go back to the old one. Because with it I could see what's going on in previous posts, and that way avoid repeating myself three or four times. If any of you have been wondering where I am, you already know. So there. But seriously folks, this town is slowly tearing itself apart. Not in any violent way mind you, but it's the little things that you notice. Like the fact that you can't sit at Starbucks without having ten screaming, screeching women come in and ramble on about their graduation and their grand plans to go to UTEP for the rest of their lives. Rule number one about this town, You stay here, and that's what you do, you stay here. FOREVER! There is no getting out, there is no taking a year or so off, if you stay here, it will consume you, and then you'll just sit there, wondering how long you've been here as the vultures descend and steal your tires and throw eggs at you. And then they bury you here. That's it, that is what happens, sorry, no avoiding it. But anyway, commenting has been disabled due to the fact that only one person could do so. If anyone would like to start a blog to specifically respond to what I say here, more power to you. Gets me listed higher in Google at least. I'll be happy to provide a link to it. Well, I'm off to watch some movie I downloaded with new unrestricted internet access (take that RESNET!) and didn't pay for. Life is good.

I have also been toying with the idea of turning on one of the newest features offered by my pals here at blogger, commenting. This is something that is a very difficult issue to deal with, because everyone around here doesn't always get along. So with that in mind, as soon as the commenting gets nasty, problematic, and less then absolute praise of me, I will turn it off again and be pissed. I figure it will be nice to share this wonderful communication channel with everyone, but all kidding aside, lets not be total fucks all the time. I mean, if we can't be civil on the internet alongside horse raping websites, then where can we be civil? But anyway, have fun, be nice, or fear my wrath!

Well, it has finally happened, and the image servers are once again working. Well not really, an alternative just sort of popped up, and since I am so lazy, I figured this is better then going to go find something. Bad influence my third left foot. Anyway, in honor of this development, I figured it was time to introduce Spike here. He will guard over all of my pictures and make sure everything checks out alright. This is also sort of a warning, if I capture you on film doing something exceptionally foolish, it will probably end up here, so you better think of some damn good favors to do me if you want things to stay off of here.

So despite years of speech training I have decided to break the first rule of a good intro, so anyway, here goes.

Have you ever made a bet you knew you couldn't lose? But at the same time know that you had absolutely no chance of winning it. Well, despite my years of being a professional underage gambler, I just don't know when to quit while I'm ahead. It's like all the tension of a high-stakes wager just builds and builds, and with the prize so close, so within your reach that you are blinded by it and in a moment of passion throw it all away. Do I regret losing? Never. Will I give up? Not on your life, mine, or everyone else's on this tiny ball spinning in the roulette wheel of the universe. There is just something very hard about looking into the face of your opponent, at realizing at the same time that there is no way you will be able to stay away from them, the pressure of the days starts to add up and a whisper, a slight touch, and all is lost. I trapped myself in a corner from which there was only one escape, and I took it. And to think that mere moments before I was ready to tilt my head, smile, and whisper "And so ends day four." Goodnight with a flourish and drive away into the night, narrowly avoiding my own demise, but at the same time merely delaying it for one more day when the same impossible choices present themselves to me and I begin the epic battle between my own foolish pride and my foolish heart. We all know that in the end I would follow my foolish heart into a den of lions in the hopes of saving it, even at the expense of my own sanity, well being, and general health. Oh, it is a foolish thing this love, but alas, I am a slave to it. When even my insane desire never to lose a bet can't get in the way, something is obviously working at a level far beyond my ability to control. The underlying connections, while thin, sleek, invisible, pull us all with a force that no one can understand, and wrap, twirl and intertwine with others, in a inescapable net. But one must always remember, and this is key, that in the end everything is all good. And though my fingers may pound and bleed on the page, the story will be written, and whether or not I will ever stop hammering away at the keys will depend solely on how long it takes for the same forces that caused me to lose the bet to pull me away, and back to where the final product ends up. Sweet and blood will pour, but had I the speed, the epic would be delivered in an hour, just to make sure I don't miss one minute, one single minute where I could grasp her in my arms. The great clock is ticking, but eventually the alarm will ring and awaken the things deep down inside of us that have been hidden away for so long, the things we all fear, the terrible, inescapable feelings that can no longer be ignored. An orderly series of events? Of course not. A wild explosion is soon to come, sweeping over everything I know and change it forever, yet at the same time leave everything as it is, simply on a higher level. Quite frankly I think I talk to much, and tonight it was proven. My own cockiness led me straight into a trap. A trap? A terrible way to think of it, for how can your destiny be a trap? I am very amazed that I even made it this far, seeing as how I have been preparing and thinking over my losing since the beginning. A story like this doesn't just spring out of your mind, you always need a good opening line. That's all these have ever been, opening lines which lead to the inner parts of my mind and release all the wild animals being held there. In the end, let the elephants stomp on everything and let rain and thunder carry the penguins away to where they are better off, sunbathing in the tropics, for I regret nothing, and would I have the chance, exactly the same would happen, conscious or not, for no one can escape the ties that bind them, the connections that loop through the world and through chaos bring order to this world, even if it is only for me to see and share with the people that I love. Love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love. Indeed. And with that I would like to close with the fact that whatever may be bothering anyone anywhere at any time, always remember that this old fool will be here to tell you it's all good. It's all good.

Well, it seems we have milestone after milestone lately. Not only can anyone in the world now read this, today's entry brings the blog up to the lofty number of sixty. Sixty posts and we are all still here. Amazing. Simply amazing. So here I am, late Sunday night/Monday morning for those optimists/pessimists out there. Whatever you choose to call yourself you'll all rue the day! For now I have the power of fifty Yaks behind me. So I'm talking to a good friend of mine recently, and she looks at me and says I've been different lately. What an odd thing to say. Perhaps she is on to my secret identity as ..... *drumroll and some shirt ripping sounds* .... The Armadillo! Fear not citizens, for I am here to assist you after escaping the mad lair of mad Texas scientists. Deciding not to be used for evil, I shall now thwart people everywhere, and since discrimination is wrong, anyone is equally likely to get their ass kicked by me! How's that for equal rights? Now then, this post might take a while to reach the masses, and that is only because now that I am free of the vile clutches of my arch nemesis RESNET I can get whatever I want and no one can ever stop me, MUWAHAHA! Ah, it seems that music fills me with such vigor that I can hardly contain myself. Time to run around the block and find the one thing I truly need, only to have it go inside early hiding behind a sad face. Such terrible news makes the drive home all the longer. Alas, many a thing has come to pass today: the return of two things, the eating of ten, and the sadness of one turned into two. Why! Oh why indeed. Tricks are abound, who knows what tomorrow will bring, if only I could bring myself to sleep so that I may no longer question but simply wake up with the answer as the sun dawdles slowly around the horizons then goes back down real fast because it forgot it's keys and has to stop to yell at the moon over the phone for being such an asshole and never waiting for her anymore. Ah, the cycle will never end. Glorious.

So I suppose it's sort of an ongoing series, even if I rarely ever continue with it. Anyway, I figure I have been absent far too long, and seeing that you are the salivating dogs that you are, I have decided to compress myself into a conveniently shaped bone, and throw myself to you. I must say the design change around here isn't helping much, since comfort is very conducive to writing. Wait, no, it makes bad writing. It's time to jump out and embrace all the crap that everyone is uncomfortable with. Well, I know the changes to you, the reader are imperceptible, but imagine, if you will, you were a computer. But not just any computer. A Sparc76 running a unstable release of Mozabray Web Browser for the stubborn, and up until now you had been unable to view this page because of it's non-compliant CSS coding. No more! I welcome all of my foolish brothers far too computer savvy to accept that operating system that really does everything I need without causing me too many problems. I welcome you brothers, and *shudder* sisters of the penguin, sunflower, lizard, asian woman, or whatever other logo is on your shirt that you don when fighting the big bad Redmond machine. For those who are about to never score, we salute you.

Well here we are. It's been quite a while, and a lot has happened, so good morning class and lets just jump right into it shall we? Excellent, over here on board number one we have an illustration of a map of Texas. Now if you will notice the large distance between San Antonio and Denton. Yes, quite hard to imagine isn't it Lorcal the retarded old person who shouldn't be in this class? Bear with me here. For some odd reason I figured it would be a good idea to drive on down there instead of straight home, and what a trip it was. We begin with the triumphant fuck it and busting of a U-y and rocketing down I-10 at a hundred miles an hour. Then it's time for a nose bleed to make sure I look all banged up when I get pulled over by a state trooper for speeding shortly thereafter. Then, it gets too hot in the car so it's time for some excellent pantless driving, which ends up just freaking some guy at the rest stop out. Then I get gall stone pains which kill me, but there aren't any pharmacies open "on account of the lord" which means taking too many regular pain pills until blissful numbness sets in. Followed by another nose bleed. But then, the grand event of the day, the arrival which is exciting and filled with crazy energy. A few hours there, and I'm off on the road again! And shortly thereafter get another nose bleed. Grinding on into the night, I pass through Austin, which has a very nice lighting situation on it's freeway, and would make a great shot if I hadn't been flying over it at 80 miles an hour. Austin is left behind and boony town after boonyville follows. Shortly outside of Fort Worth, on an entirely abandoned stretch of highway, I get pulled over again, this time a ticket because I forgot that things have to move slower at night for some reason. This is just as perplexing as why I can't just walk on the grass, even for a little bit. Oh well. Finally I get home to collapse all over the town and then go to a movement final. Woot, it was a grand day all around, and totally worth the thirteen hours it took to drag myself around the whole damn state.

There are many another story about the past week full of madness and motorcycle jumps, but running around in spandex and fighting guys with sledge hammers late into the night takes its toll on my poor little eyes, so I must go, but fear not royal readers who left because I never wrote anything! I will be back again tomorrow to continue the multi-part series "How I made a bad idea into a worse one!"