Updated April 9, 2001

Don't Call It a Comeback! I've had that LL Cool J line stuck in my head for a good month now and it's fitting here. So I took a few months off from updating the webpage -- if it didn't piss you off, then you probably didn't like the page to begin with, and if it did piss you off, then hopefully you ranted about it yourself somewhere. Regardless, I've been hard at work this whole time ranting in other venues.

So anyway, a friend of mine's been in this long discussion with a friend of his about paganism, spurred on by a comic strip they viewd online at: Electric Sheep. My friend, Kel, chimed in asking me to toss in my two cents. I did, and you can find it reproduced after the "Total Quality Survey" on my Christians rant page. I must've done pretty decent in my two cents, because it shut the other guy up. That or the other guy gives in too easy. Check it out.

I am such a happy choad-monkey! My bro Chris finally came through and found out who sings "Claire Danes Poster," a song I've been trying to track down now since '97. Bout damn time. Thanks Chris!

Things I hate that I haven't gotten to yet:

• People who complain about the most trivial crap; for instance all the little fat sorority girls who complain about the odd weather changes in northern California. If they can't tell the difference between sunny and cloudy, and dress accordingly, they get no right to bitch about the weather to me.
• Country music. Why does the music of the Heartland have to be so damn depressing. No wonder so many country boys are alcoholics.
• The Last Honest Pizza. With a relative in the hospital, a wife nine months pregnant, and an impeccable working record, they fired me for giving someone who was not a senior citizen a 10% senior citizen's discount because they were about a dollar short on a $30 dollar order. Without doing that, the customers would have left for a cheaper pizza place (of which, Chico has many), and my emplolyer would have lost a lot more money than 2-3 dollars. Don't eat there, save a buck.
• Nintendo thumb. I hate playing video games and having to massage my stiff aching fingers all the time. Especially fighting games. I hate the way my fingers feel when I'm beating the piss out of my friends at some game on my Playstation and I'm on a 14 game winning streak. Either make the controllers more comfy on the thumbs, or give me new friends who won't lose against me all the damn time.

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