I would just like to post this blog as a sincere apology to those who know and tolerate (maybe even *like* me), I am deeply sorry I have not been on chat, or been posting that many blogs. I have been busy trying to get my place in shape, my job tolerable, and my studying of HTML regular.

One of these days you'll see something along the line of five blog posts and a four hour session in chat. I miss you all.

Mr President
Mistress Mary
Abigail
Madmommy
Adam Warlock
Sadlilangel
BigShane

Apoptygma Berzerk - Welcome To Earth - Paranoia

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Okay folks, I've discovered a way to eat garlic WITHOUT PENALTY. That means no garlic breath no matter what you've eaten.

Okay, I was puttering around my home when I desired a TUNA FISH SANDWICH. I regularly forget to purchase lettuce and green onion, so I usually eat the sandwich with only pickles.

But today, I thought, why not throw in some GARLIC?

I chopped up an ENTIRE CLOVE of garlic and threw it into the bowl of tuna. The tuna immediately rose to the challege. "Ha ha! YOU ARE MINE NOW!!!" And of course, the garlic, not being new to this said, "I'll cut you, fish! I cut you bad!" Now, keep in mind that this is a rough translation. When produce and fish need to appear bigger and meaner than they really are, they talk smack in German.

The fight was invisible, but the results were plain. The tuna ATE the garlic. And I mean absolutely SUBSUMED the taste, the flavor, and the overall power of the garlic.

Just for a test, I went and washed my mouth out with Listerine. The tuna went away like a bad memory, and suddenly, my mouth was minty fresh, with no lingering garlic at all. I HAD EATEN A CLOVE OF GARLIC WITHOUT GETTING GARLIC BREATH.

Boo-freakin'-yah.

And now, I have to be the referee for the fight between the barbecue sauce and the orange juice.

Children Within - Freedom of Choice - Supernova

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Mmmmmm.....a banana.....some clementines....waffles with peanut butter and maple syrup...tall frosty glass of milk.

The Cure - Staring At The Sea - Hanging Gardens

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Bizarre.

Of all the things that could happen in my life, today (or should I say, yesterday) - absolutely nothing happened. Really. I've had adventures left and right with people that would make the papers on a regular basis because of their outrageous exploits against the general public. But, on the 23rd of January, nothing happened.

It really sucked. I woke up at 12:30 PM, had breakfast at 1:30, and by 5:30, had cleaned up the house, vacuumed, caught up with the rest of the world on the Internet, and written a thesis as to why I would be the best pornographer in the world. And during this entire time, nothing happened. I WASN'T EVEN ATTACKED BY THE MALE SAILOR MOON WANNABES THAT I LAUGH AT ON THE WAY TO WORK. (I'll have to write up a synopsis of Sailor Moon next.)

But I did learn a valuable lesson today: DO NOT EVEN *ATTEMPT* TO LISTEN TO SEVERAL HOURS WORTH OF "DAFT PUNK." You *WILL* regret it. Any of you who are familiar with the "band" Daft Punk will know what I'm talking about. I don't even think I would have enjoyed them when I was younger, either. I'm definitely not into spliced beats and slipped vocals for a duration of maybe more than five minutes.

One can only hope that tomorrow will be fun-, adventure-, and cream- filled.

The Cure - Staring At The Sea - The Love Cats

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Normally, I wouldn't write about this, but it just so happened randomly, and unexpectantly, that I feel compelled.

At somepoint while I was hanging around myspace.com, my Firefox browser politely informed my that "The document has no data."

I of course, hit the enter key to make it go away.

I went traversing around the massive conglomerate known as myspace.com once more. Again, my browser informed my that "The document has no data."

What did it want from me? Did I have to make a decision? Or am I really thinking too deeply into this situation? Or am I just being silly and playing out a stream of thought to a bizarre extreme?

Another personal website on myspace.com. Once again, "The document has no data." As I went elsewhere, I could only imagine in my mind the faux-human-female voice politely, steadily telling me, "The document has no data." It soon became a desperate panic to get away from the grey message box.

A different web site, a different server. I went to places that people only fear in their minds that exist on the web. I thought I was safe. But the little "M" in the corner of my browser kept moving. It sluggishly pondered, and pondered. Beads of cold sweat came down my face as the seconds ticked by. Even before I could read it, my eyes froze in places as the borders of the grey box slid down the screen. Pain ran through my nerves as the message was spelled out to me, "The document has no data."

Was I being punished?
"The document has no data."
Was it missing code?
"The document has no data."
WHY WAS THIS THING HAUNTING ME?!?!
"The document has no data."
AAAAIIIGGGGHHHH!!!!
"The document has no data."

Supposedly I was found at the back of a 7-11, giggling, "The document has no data. Can't you see? The *DOCUMENT* has no *DATA*." It was later revealed that some homeless guy slipped at little something extra into the coffee, and I really hadn't gone insane.

But damn. It's never explained, ever. People just accept it. That their documents have no data. I may have to take up a collection to end the epidemic. That is, if I really were that strange and insane.

The Cure - Disintegration - Disintegration

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