Quick Note

Got muh new computer. Is good. "Obtaining" Call of Duty 2. Installing CoD 1. Time to cap some nazis.

I'm pretty sure I should feel bad about this....

...but I don't.

I just logged into my account on the college's website to check my financial aid status. Lo and behold, it's been processed and approved.

And I'm getting a pell grant.

For $1950.

For the Spring Semester.

Yes, you read that right. I'm getting almost two grand for one semester. I'll get two checks for ~$950 between the end of March and the end of May. This money is mine, to use as I see fit. It's earmarked for "educational expenses" (books, lab fees, etc..). You can, however, extrapolate "educational expenses" out to mean babysitter fees (can't go to school if I have the kids), gas (gotta have it to get to campus), or even food (can't concentrate on an empty stomach). Plus, the cost of the babysitter would be a tax writeoff.

I really like this college thing.

Just a Thought

I've been mulling this over for a while now, and I want to get opinions.

After the new system gets here, I've been thinking about doing video blogs (since I have the webcam n' all). That'll save me assloads of typing and, as some of you know, there are certain nuances in my style of speech that just can't be conveyed through text.

So yeah, please to vote yeth or noes.

Let's try this again

So I'm officially headed back to school. Financial aid's taken care of (for the most part), and I'll actually be making money, just for going to college (to the tune of $1400/semester). I qualified for the fee waiver, so I pay no enrollment fees for each class. On top of that, I get the $1400/semester to cover books, lab fees, and whatever else.

Huh-fucking-zah.


So I'm taking US History and Humanities. One's Monday and Wednesday. The other's Tuesday and Thursday. Both run 7:40-10:40. Class starts 03/29 and runs until 05/25.

Now I just have to find a babysitter.

*Sigh*

Ok, time to let all the barbecue and malt liquor settle. Dinner was goooooooooood.

Update on the Computer Woes

Well, piecemealing a system's out.

I'll likely be ordering my Dell tower tomorrow, which should (hopefully) have it here by week's end.

Don't ask how I got the money. Suffice it to say I'm a wonderful son.

Anyway, once I get that up and running (and customized, and decrufted), I'll be pimping a new system with Vista.

Yay...

Vista.

Oh well, it's better than the ancient copy of XP I'm using.

This is all for now.

Cuddles!

Damn.

Linux just vomited hard. So now my box won't boot. It's gonna just sit until I get a new box built. Then I'll wave a dead frog over it, chant, and hope I can recover some data from the HD.

Yes, I realize it's a software error, and fixable. I also realize I'm waaaaay too rusty with linux, and I don't want to risk losing the data I have on there. Also, the power supply's getting ready to tank, and I'm sure there are various other components circling the drain due to heat damage (fucking shuttle cases). So I'm gonna piecemeal a new tower (with assloads of fans, like the last tower) and hope for the best.

Until such time as those funds come available, I'm working from Misty's laptop. Anyone wanna donate a case (or some munnies?) to help me get started on a replacement?

Honestly, Who Really Cares?

Preface
It's about 1245, and I'm tired. I'm going on 3-1/2 hours of sleep. Suffice it to say, I'm a tad cranky. Not only that, but everything has that surreal quality to it, like when you haven't slept for 3 days.

Now, on to the meat of this post...

Anna Nicole Smith died. This story has been gracing the front page of every major news outlet's website for two days now. I suppose it's alright to relegate the snowballing shitstorm in the Middle East (notice I didn't just say Iraq) to Page 2. It's been going on for a while now, so it's no longer news. Hell, the only way we'd be suprised is if no troops died on any given day.

Anyway, she died, very probably from a drug overdose.

Show of hands, who didn't see that one coming?

Everywhere I look, I see "She was a special person" or "She was beautiful, inside and out". In response, I just have one question:

DOES ANYONE ACTUALLY BELIEVE THIS BULLSHIT??

Let's do a quick recap of her ill-fated (and thank god, short-lived) rise to fame.

- Starts out as a white trash stripper in a Houston club.
- Still white trash, but now a Playboy playmate.
- Marries billionaire oil baron (and wrinkled shitsack) Howard Marshall II. Obviously, she did this out of love, and not to grab his cash when he bites it.
- Gets her own reality TV show; entertains audiences nationwide by getting snot-hanging trashed on every conceivable substance known to man, then making a complete clown of herself.
-Gets knocked up by someone (we've got three main contenders). Spawns a bitter argument among grammar experts over whether she's a mother or a spermbank.
-Gives birth to what will likely be a permanently pillfucked child. God help that little kid; she's got a rough road ahead.
-Son dies of....(drumroll please)...a drug overdose. Apparently he mixed METHADONE and TWO ANTIDEPRESSANTS. Seriously, what the fuck did he think would happen?

In summary, she was a complete waste. She gave nothing of value to our already-deteriorating culture. She was a drug fiend in ways that defy labels. She was a piss-poor role model for her son, not to mention the millions of impressionable girls who saw her chunky ass all over TV every week.

She was not a good person. She never raised a finger to help others (unless it involved a payment, mass publicity, or free donuts). To top it off, she killed herself, one pill at a time. I hope she drowned in her own vomit, as she deserves nothing better. I don't feel a loss, and I worry about those who do.

First Post

So I've decided to move my blog from Myspace. I'm already liking blogspot/blogger quite a bit. Anyway, it's edging up on one am, and I need sleep. I'll see if I can do a little work on here later.