A change

I've gone and done something different in these parts. I went in with a friend and bought some hosting and a shiny new .com to go with it.

Which means this is the end of Hydrass. I'll still exist, the blog will still exist, it's just that this blog won't be updated anymore because I created a newer blog over there called "The Mad Scientist"

So update your links and feeds people, things are changing.

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chemiepooh.blogspot.com == 3vil.5c13nc3.com (Evil Science)
hydrass.blogspot.com == m4d.5c13nc3.com (Mad Science)

Admin

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This is fucking stupid. I'm borderline tech support in these parts and guess who doesn't have admin privilages on the computers? This guy. If you want the gps working on the handheld you'd better give me the ability to install software on it. Otherwise I can't do anything with it.

You might as well be telling me to drive a car but refuse to give me the keys. Do you really want me to break into these computers and hotwire them? I'll do it, just keep treating me like a petty thief and I might just turn out to be one.

Do I steal music? Sometimes. Is the lab going to be put at risk if I can install software on the computers? No. Am I going to help anyone with anything computer related in the lab anymore?

No. Not until I'm given admin on the computers.

If I want to steal your personal files off the computers, I'd bring tempest in and do it with him. Better yet I'd bring in a Knoppix CD and just boot up as root.

My Documents meet rm -rf

That's all I have to say about that.

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Looking at you

Looking at you

I finally broke down and wore my new favorite hat. That also means I had to take a picture of it before anything went wrong with it now that I use it.

I will not fix your problems, I have issues of my own right now

Emails emails everywhere
and not a single one
with content worth my time
to even make it fair

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Bento I fired you off an email, but I don't think I'll need a reply this time. Then again I could be totally out to lunch and I'll come crawling back but I'm doing this on my own. Computer troubles aren't what I should be emailing my friends about.

Now onto the rest of you...

Will, I didn't spell check that last post. Frankly I didn't care, and it shouldn't be shocking to you that I still don't care. It was stream of conscience much like my rant about how I was going to start smoking *only* because everyone seems to think it's such a fucking back idea.

It's the same reason I sat on the back steps of my apartment with my neighbors and drank red wine last night while watching the MANHUNT kids do their thing in the back alley. Because I can. Because I'm in my early twenties and when I want to get smashed on red wine on a wednesday night, there's not a fucking reason in the world that's going to stop me.

Anyway MANHUNT looks fun. At least when you're not working to not get caught.

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I've been at work for 30 minutes and it's already a bad day... and yes I'm taking it out on you at my blog.

In a world like this you need something to hold on to...

...like a big lightning rod.

I remember when growing up how drug dealing had a certain sigma around it. Standing in dark corners of NYC lining up with the other addicts waiting for your chance to pick up your fix. The crazy homeless ones standing next to hopelessly addicts wall street business men. Of course this view, this fantasy isn't the way the real world works.

It's a Hollywood soundstage where you saw this. It was a book describing the history of heroin use you read. It was all carefully saught after and processed by my developing brain. In the end leading me to believe that my life could be that if I wanted it to.

Why would I intentionally sagotage my life? Everything I could have been would be gone in a blink of an eye. Should I have glamorized this world I'd never be in? Yes, and I'm glad I did.

Because someday when I'm older and feel like it, hopeless drug addict will still be a career choice for me. I'll build my kit and stash it safely away on the top shelf of my bedroom closet. I'll ignore it, forget about it, and maybe even never use it. But it'll always be there just in case.

And trust me, I'm still considering it.

*Drool*

oh man I want these (link).

They're Red/White/Silver and exactly the thing to fill the void left by my last pair which are sitting in a landfill somewhere in or around Regina.

Blogtag

Instead of writing an email, sending it and waiting for a response I'm posting this on the blog.

Bento if you're free tonight, or tomorrow or whenever call me. My cell's pretty much always on (so on and so forth).

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There's a member of the harem who reads me. I suspect she likes the anonymity that comes with this dirty little network. I know you're on My Space. Are you going to give me the link or are you going to make me find it on my own. I'm a busy guy, don't make me work too hard for this.

Full anonymity promised.

UPDATE 7:57pm
Nevermind I found it on my own. Heh, only took 15 minutes...

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Right, So let me understand this then

What are you doing at the beginning of August?

Maybe you're getting ready to sit around and fuck the dog like you've been doing for the whole summer up to this point. Maybe you're planning on dropping $20 of acid and going the movie theater to scary the little kids watching the afternoon matinee.

Or maybe you'll be like me and spending it working.

In Montana.

One of the grad students asked me this afternoon to week the first two weeks of August free because I'm probably going to have to go down to MT and ND to sample oil wells with him. I should really be excited about actually getting the fuck out of this office and creepy (let me repeat that again because it's very fucking important, CREEPY) bald guy who sits DIRECTLY BEHIND ME ALL DAY.

Of course my having to go out to the middle of no where to help poor little masters bitch get data for his project has no relation to creep-tastic creepy bald guy. But I figured he needed to be mentioned again.

Yup, creepy bald guy sits right behind me and talks to himself.

If I ever catch him with his hands down his pants I'm asking to be moved.