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Aaron bought one of those Linksys home router doo-dads and now I have to set it up. Not becaue it's beyond his technical ability but because it means I have to run 50' of CAT-5 into his room in the basement. Which is cool I suppose, 'cause he bought it.

Got the house almost perfectly palace-like clean yesterday, which is nice. So, let's see.. the agenda for today:

• Clean fish tank out, buy new rocks for cichlids to hide in.
• Setup cable router, test thoroughly as not to induce The Scottish Rage™.
• Upload and test new website

It's just your standard in-and-around-20 kinda music geek/art dork website. Then I need to work on the mt template for spinblog on 3AR.org.

Yes, I do think I have a full plate today. *zoom* I'm gone like dust, meng.

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We like won and stuff. Apparently it's good for an excuses to honk horns and hang out of car windows.

192.168.1.1

Ah today, a day squandered mostly. Website's not done, the router is installed though. Ever notice that even when you configure networks meticulously you need to keep rebooting the hardware until all the protocols finally shake hands just right?

Drove around avec Paul (zer0ith) for a while, got dinner chez McGrease as I was in the mood. Not terribly out of the usual if it weren't for the fact that Paul's trunk caught on fire. Well, it burned for a while at least.

See, there's a good 800W running through his trunk and two large subwoofers (yes, my best friend is a Tino, I accept him and his lifestyle choices). Well, the negative terminal came loose and made some crazy sparking/burning action. We're driving back to my joint and there's a burning smell coming from the trunk, Paul does his gymnast thing and open the middle back seat to reveal many sparks. It was frightening at the time, but now very funny.

Net result: one busted subwoofer and two burnt out fuses. Poor Paul, luckily he's got a warranty. He met up with Jeremy for glow-in-the dark bowling, I stayed home.

Bada Bingo.

PS: I'd also like to add that it was my mix of "If Everybody Looked the Same" by Groove Armada that blew things up. Muhaha

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You're all aware that under this masculine guise of body hair there's a flaming club qween that just wants to dance, right?

Just getting that out in the open.

I'm reading the GXB-TO mailing list and getting furiously disappointed with the banter. Guys with oppinion that are just so.. "I just came out".. which I suppose is to be expected. But honestly, do you really "like the guys who don't dance and just hang by the bar looking butch"? Translation "I'm into guys without any sort of self-confidence at all as I have none myself".

Or ragging on smaller cities about how terrible the public transit is just 'cause it doesn't support a hedonist's lifestyle. Newsflash: just 'cause you can't get across the city at 3am after you shot your load all over some anonymous faggot's face doesn't mean the public transit system stinks. Ride it at rush hour, ya know when working people who keep it paid for use it, and see how it works. Most cities do just fine.

There's also the misconception that if you're gay you can only have fun at queer bars. Yeah, maybe 20 years ago but it's the motherfuckin' 21^st century. You can go anywhere, you're allowed to. Can we make it any more obvious that we're in the club not to "socialize" but to get laid? No? Here's a t-shirt that says "I'm slut. Do me". Wear that.

I do believe I am too misanthropic to relate to my generation. Not a good thing, not a bad thing.