Player One
I designed a theme a while ago for my buddy SK and forgot to tell him about it. Oops. Bigger oops? Telling him I'd design him a layout a year ago. Oh well, better late than never. Frankly, the blog looks like it was designed circa 225 B.C. but who am I to judge?
Oh right, the guy he asked to redesign it. Fancy that.
Now it looks like I'm going to be designing a new homepage for NHRV instead.
I don't think it beats our current blog theme. If we were to change our current blog theme right now, what I'd want would be a modification to the Structure theme, not a new theme from scratch.
Really Ian? I said it looks like shit for a reason. It's outdated, poorly laid out, and ugly as fuck. Did I mention ugly as fuck?
Ugly as fuck.
That's what I'm talkin' about. This needs to be updated much sooner than the mainpage because the mainpage isn't UGLY AS FUCK.
I'm trying to emphasize here.
To be completely honest, part of the reason I don't want to touch the mainpage is cause I have no idea what Scoot did. Suddenly PHP and it's everywhere. I don't understand PHP. I don't know PHP and if I'm gonna do work on the mainpage, I'm gonna have to learn PHP.
The site has to remain functional otherwise it's a nice big plate of fuckup. Side of mayo.
Note to self: Increase upload capacity. I can't upload anything over 2MB. That just won't do.
Onto disliking things.
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Never mind. There's nothing worth disliking besides BP and all of their massive failures. Cody tried telling me that the Deepwater Horizon spill was the biggest oil spill of all time. No. Wrong. Try again. Not even close -- at least not yet. Maybe after chopping the pipe like they plan on doing it'll surpass Ixtoc I and the Gulf War Oil Spill. Until then, not so much.
Samsung 360 DVD Drives are a bitch to put back together and they like to eat discs. Right now there's one on my floor next to an open Domino's box and some breadsticks. I haven't decided if I'm going to pick them up before tomorrow afternoon.
Speaking of which, motherfuck I hate Tuesdays. I hate it more when I have to go in early. Show up early because that means the order is huge, leave at the same time, take a drive home for no reason, go back 2 hours later, stay til 9. I may as well not even have a Tuesday. I should call it, "Daythatfuckingsucksday".
Shit sucks.
Call Me Uprising
I design and shit. Word.
Figured out how to stop manually setting each post to allow comments. I had to change themes to do it though. I'm not 100% sure if I like this one yet as I was rather fond of the last one.
Cops were around today. Shit was epic.
Scott: AH SHIT
Scott: THERES A FIGHT OUTSIDE
Lily: GO GET 'IM
Scott: no
Scott: some dude's screaming "LETS GOOOOOO"
Scott: and the lady is telling her husband to stop scaring the kids
Scott: should I call them faggots?
Lily: oh marriage
Lily: yes
Scott: apparently there's 2 dudes
Scott: A and B
Scott: B bailed A out of jail
Scott: then A slept with B's wife
Scott: and shit just got REAL
Lily: haha
Lily: i would say that is one big clusterfuck
Scott: some guy just dragged his kids by the neck down the road
Scott: now some dude's hittin' his wife
Scott: and they're all drunk
Scott: or at least carting around beers
Scott: "My fathers best friend is fuckin his wife"
Lily: damn
Scott: "my father's only dead for 3 1/2 months and you're already fuckin' his best goddamn friend"
Scott: "I'm not the one sleeping with him. I'm sleepin' with you every night"
Scott: OH MY GOD
Scott: this is amazing
Lily: tape it
Lily: :D
Scott: too late
Scott: they're all fat too
Lily: that just makes it better
Scott: oh yeah
Scott: they waddle n' shit
Lily: HAHAHa
Scott: now the kids are crying again
Lily: waddling is what penguins do
Scott: Dysfunctional families
Scott: SO CASH
Scott: Now the fat one's driving away
Scott: well, fattest*
Lily: :p
Scott: COPS SHOWING UP
Scott: OH YEAH
Lily: WHATTTT
Lily: EPICCC
Scott: shit yeah
Scott: this is the highlight of my day
Lily: oh god
Lily: that is amazing
Scott: im recording it now
Scott: lolol
Scott: there was like, kickboxing before too
Scott: well, it looked like a leg
Scott: but now that I think about it
Scott: it was probably an arm
Scott: a really fat arm
Scott: and the one dude just punched the cop car
Scott: now he's in cuffs
Scott: OH SHIT
Scott: another cop
Scott: Domesting disturbance
Lily: WHATTTTTTT
Scott: Domestic*
Lily: my god
Scott: Now the cops are conferring
Lily: that is amazing
Scott: Still a dude in cuffs on the hood of the cop car
Scott: another fat guy wearing a headband (probably to collect the sweat) just waddled over to the cop car
Lily: hahaha waddled
Scott: looks like a bald randy savage
Lily: oh god....
Scott: fuck, more sirens
Scott: a third cop?!
Scott: I'm not sure yet
Lily: no wayyyyyy
Scott: Miranda rights
Scott: I hear them
Lily: oh?
Scott: yeah, they're reading them to the guy who punched the cop car
Scott: uh oh
Scott: fatty that drove off is back
Scott: its a girl too
Scott: LOOK AT ALL THE JUNK IT THAT TRUNK
Scott: okay
Scott: they're uncuffing puncho
Scott: apparently he's settled down
Lily: :p
Scott: oh fuck
Scott: that one looks like a bowling ball
Scott: and she's getting into a late 80's gmc pickup
Lily: i really want to see this
Scott: and its over
Scott: best 25 minutes ever
Lily: wow
Lily: hahaha
Lily: that was awesome
Scott: shit it was
Scott: i wish i recorded it now
Scott: but i have this transcript
Scott: of the penguin family brawl
Scott: can't have a memorial day weekend party without the cops showin up
Lily: haha penguin family....
Scott: :P
Lily: :D
Scott: god that was awesome
Lily: that was better than awesome
Scott: haha
Scott: probably
Scott: "If they arrested you, you'd be the biggest pussy in the back of that car"
Lily: HAHAHA
Scott: they all have nextel phones
Scott: stupid direct connect
Scott: Bleeeeeep bleeeeeep
Scott: fuckers
Lily: nextel?
Scott: yeah
Lily: that still exists
Scott: yeeaaaaaaaah :(
Lily: wow
Lily: thats so sad
Lily: just man up and buy a plan
Scott: nah, these are classy motherfuckers
Lily: oh yea
Lily: thats the word i was looking for
Lily: class
Scott: world class :P
Lily: mothafucka
Lily: :p
Lily: represent
Still Counting
Dear Blog,
When I click the radio button that says, "Remember me" it means you should fucking remember me.
Dear Firefox, Chrome, and every other asshole browser around,
When you ask me, "Do you want to save your password for __enter site here__?" and I say yes, that means I want you to remember my goddamn password.
Christ.
I'm gonna try this comments thing again. I installed a spam filter so hopefully I won't get bogged down with bullshit, "BUY WATCHES", "YOUR DICK SUCKS", and "GOATPLAY .99 CENTS" posts. Wouldn't that be a miracle? Problem is, in a prior version of Wordpress, I could edit defaults for all my posts. Now? Not so much. So I have to actually manually activate every single post since I updated to allow comments. Fuck that? Fuck that. From this post on, comments are welcome. If you wanted to say something about something I've written previously, fuck you. Sit the fuck down. Shut the fuck up.
Continuing on...
Al Vargo is a giant fucking shit nodule. I hope his legs fall off.
I applied for a new job. "Inne of the Abingtons." They can't even spell "Inn". Apparently a word with only 3 letters and one in which 2 of the letters repeat is too difficult. Or too easy. Gotta add some flavor.
""YE OLDE SHITHOUSE."
I like that.
Now for some things that I don't like.
I don't like lazy coworkers. I don't like resumes. I don't like Nickelback. I don't like the Godfather -- not even Part 2. Part 3 would have been better served as a roll of toilet paper. I don't like BP.
I think I'm out of "don't likes" for now. I have to get them out of the way because I can't dislike things on Facebook.
Wait, that's it.
I don't like this. I'm happy that Chris found somebody, no matter how temporary it may be, however, my issue stems with the fact that her last name looks like and probably somehow is pronounced like "genetalia." Can't trust a woman who's last name is synonymous with "cunt."
Adam Raber Watching cloudy with a chance of meatballs
I don't like this. For fucks sake, you're not 11 anymore.
James Phillips Fuck I lost. Btw, I have full service in the back room now
I don't like this. There's two things wrong here. One, James is speaking. Two, he thinks people care. Fuck you James.
Brendon Watson Vealey likes flirting ;).
I don't like this. Brendon, you're a fundamentalist. You won't see a vagina until you're 31. Anything you refer to as "flirting" is probably you sitting at home reading Bible verses to your dog before you cover your dick with peanut butter and proposition her for a blowjob.
I think I have a new purpose for writing now.
Act Like You Know
Things I have: Cheeseburger Club and Mac Salad.
Things I don't have: Writing with substance or sustenance.
Oh,
FUCK YOU BP.
Say Yes and Fly Away
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Trollin'.
