racer96's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Branded by the straight line ranch. In case you didn't see this earlier, and are using , or, well, were using, my free webmail, I've now lost you. Not personally, just your webmail account. My webhost has been doing weird and not so wonderful things, and the latest has been transferring over to a new webmail system. So, yes, if you had webmail from me, and would like webmail from me in the future, you're going to need to get in touch with me (phone,fax,e-mail,teletype,telegram,morsecode,smoke signals,drums) and I'll try to hook you up once again. And now, on to the entry. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= A fairly successful long weekend. So long as you measure success by levels of relaxation. Went down to Seattle, did a little bi of shopping, some sleeping, some eating, and some reading. Not bad if I say so myself. And I do say so myself, because no one else is going to say it for me. Rat bastards. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Went out for dinner on Sunday night to a nice little place in Seattle. Had a wonderful meal, and then, as we were finishing up, I felt a little tickle on my hand. This tickle was confirmed by Beetle saying "There's a spider on your hand." Let me tell you, there's no way to look kewler than by flinging your arm so fast that you stretch your fingers out a good couple of extra inches. Sexay for sure. Calm cool suave debonair. That's me all right. Nevermind the spastic flailing of the right limb, it's uhh, just an illusion or something. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Oh, and afterwards, the whole "Where did it go? Is it still on me? Do you think it's on my camera? Where is it? Did you see it? Ahh aahhh aaaaahhh!!!!" is sure to up your kewlness factor. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I forgot to mention, on Friday, before heading down to Seattle, I decided to have a hamburger. While the bun was toasting, I realized that the bun was in the toaster upside down (yes, I realize that that sounds very anal, but, the bun can be in upside down, someone back me up on this one), so I reached into the toaster, and went to flip over the bun. In doing so, you need to raise your hand, in order to gain clearance between the bun and the rack. This change in elevation of the hand's position was not clearly thought out, and resulted in a rather loud hissing sound, followed by a nice puff of steam. Followed by an "OH SHIT!" That's right folks, I now have a nice straight line branding across the back of my left hand, starting from about middle finger running across to the thumb. Say it again. "Seeeexay!" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Considering how I'm feeling today, and the fact that absolutely nothing of interest has happened so far today, I think that I will now cut this entry off. That way I can save my ever-so anticipated review/commentary on the film that is known as Matrix part 2 Refilled or whatever it was. Yes, I know, you can't wait. Well deal with it sucka, cuz you're gonna have to. Mike (How's my gangsta street talk? :D) 7:46 p.m. - 2003-05-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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