hey all. on the forum i posted about how some biter tried to steal a poem. i should give him a little more credit though because he changed four or so lines. anyways, he promptly removed the sinister poem when i pointed this out, so i had to take a screenshot of the offense from the google cache before google then deleted it. so here it is on the left. you should be able to click it, download it, whatever, so you can actually see something other than my desktop. also you can find the original poem in thechampionshiphouse.com. i think that about covers it.

ps. most of these links will die soon because they are in cache.

xoxo

so… some of my friends in bloomsburg think it may actually be possible to start a roller derby league here in bloom town. of course, i wouldn’t be able to play (its a girl-only sport) but i would be more like the league commissioner (if that doesn’t violate the age old traditions of the sport). at any rate, chalk up one more project on my plate. woooohooooo.

second upcoming thing is building a vpn server. i have my old computer here in bloomtown now, so its only a matter of time before i put in hard-drives, load up xp, netserv, hamachi, and iTunes. when that happens i’ll be hosting a friends-only sort of LAN/WAN/VPN complete with personal ftp/http space and a forum for everyone. hopefully it will catch on and my peeps will use it (even though i know its kind of major on the technology end of things. but hey, wouldn’t it be really really cool?

also, i just realized that this blogger thing isn’t saving my posts to an archive. this could be bad, so i’m going to try and fix it sometime this week.

xoxo

ok, so i know no one reads this (pitty party) (its ok cuz i probably don’t read yours) but i have a wandering story to tell. no really. i have no idea where its going, only where its starting. so here goes.

i’m innocently watching tv. i should say unsuspectingly (is that a word)(i made it up) watching tv. you know, the usual. start the evening with house, save two patients then surf the channels. when what to my wondering eyes do appear but these crazy chicks beating the crap out of each other in really cool outfits with names like sister mary jane and smarty pants. suddenly, i’m sucked into the vortex of rollerderby. what the heck? the shows over and i’m thinking 3 things. 1) mary jane makes my brain explode 2) i want to go see a philly rollerderby 3) its not fair that there isn’t a guys league. i mean i didn’t look into its history but it looks like it started as a marketing stunt in the sex-role beleagered world of the fifties. at any rate i’d probably play one game and hate it, since i hate pain so much. besides if there was a guys league i’m pretty sure there would be more deaths and other terminal injuries. not to say in a round about way that girls are wimps, but seriously, in the one bout i watched there were like 4-5 straight out fist fights and the director removed any major presence of the referees (if there was any to remove). it scared the poop out of me. to sum up that thought; if you put a bunch of guys in that situation, i don’t think a ref in the world would be able to peel a pile of pissed off guys fast enough to prevent skulls from being collapsed under the weight of some massive dude’s six-inch wide fist. (if such a thing exists, and it could) maybe its just part of the game… like if men mixed rugby with ultimate fighting on wheels or something.

so maybe men should start our own counter-cultural tough sport. i would probably call the sport shitfaced, but that’s not so marketable so i’m open to suggestions. the basic tools of the game are bmx bikes, a football and a roller hockey rink. and basically what you get is a steroid induced version of polo. god this sounds great.

on a final note i have come to three conclusions 1) i desperately have to find a passion in life, 2) i really need to stop watching tv… i mean cold turkey. no more is no more and 3) sister mary jane is my new crush (albeit probably the dumbest feeling i’ve ever thought) (yes, i did use feeling and thought in the same sentence)(go me)

xoxo
p.s. i currently have a running theory/observation girls who work in special education are always smart and very often very cute.
p.s.s. the thing that is so hard about this observation is that i’m constantly kicking myself for saying that something is “retarded” around people (particularly really cute, really smart girls) who work in special education. boo for me.