"I'm Really Down on These Asian Pitchers"

Quote attributed to Christopher Gish.

I don't know what's going on, but it seems recently many of my friends, myself included, are just down on life. Yesterday walking from Matt's to Miller's, I realized I feel so indifferent towards everything. Like when I saw the car last weekend, I didn't get mad or upset, just a feeling of, "Why won't stuff like this stop happening?"

Silva said the same thing last night. And Gish said the same thing this morning. None of us really care about anything anymore. I'm just tired of doing work; I'm burned out. I don't feel like doing anything, nothing is fun. I'm sick of it. I know Silva is burned out, too. Gish........Gish I'm not sure. Maybe he's tired of.......I don't know........eating wraps.

I'm ready to go home. Luckily, most of my finals are going to be in-class. It looks like the only one I'm going to have during the allotted time is Fundamentals of Management, on May 16th. If that one wasn't during finals, I could leave on the 11th, which would be true ass.

I start at News 12 on May 23rd, which kind of sucks because I'm not going to get that much free time before I get into Summer Work Mode. I'd like a good two weeks to just lie around, maybe go on a trip for a few days with the bownas, but it won't be enough time. I'm also too broke. Cutting it close this year, have about $200 in the bank. But the money I made over last summer lasted me this long again, so whatevas.

It just hit me like a wave. I want to go home so bad. Fuck this fucking small ass dorm room. I'm sick of dealing with all the crap here.

I'm going to go play Metal Gear Solid 3 and do laundry.



On a sidenote, anyone who has gone to school with someone from upstate New York knows that they refer to soda as "pop". We all know this is wrong and homosexual. But about half the country says pop instead of soda. Here is a map of the US with a county-by-county breakdown of what is the prevailing vernacular.

Carbonated Beverage Phrase Map

Most of the states that voted for Bush also say pop. Big surprise.





Here is a picture of some kids in Halloween costumes. I don't know what the little fag dressed like a vampire is thinking. Vampires don't wear top hats.

Regular Guy My Ass

One of the things most Bush supporters I have talked to say is that one of Bush's most likeable qualities is that he seems just like a regular guy: hard working man who gets his hands dirty, who you can see yourself sitting at a barstool with after work, having a beer and shooting the breeze.

People who say this are a good example of the medical disorder called dementia.

Despite the fact that maybe the role of president shouldn't be occupied by a "regular guy" in the first place, the truth is Bush is not a regular guy at all.

Now I could argue it here with different facts and whatnot, but I believe the best way to make my point is by an illustration.

The link below is a photograph taken of the Bush ranch in Texas. Keep in mind ALL the land in the photo is part of the ranch:

Massive Bush Ranch

The thing is the size of that Living Forest in Lord of the Rings.

Now I don't know about the regular guys you know, but I don't know to many that own miles and miles and miles of land as their VACATION HOME. This isn't even his usual place of residence. And I'm not talking about the White House, either. They also own tons of land in the Northeast.

So, for all you suffering from dementia, I hope this was your cure. Probably not, though. You'll believe what you want no matter how many facts are shoved in your face.

One More Great Reason to Visit the Site 12 Times a Day

Consider this a present for visiting this crappy website:

Leaked NEW Episode of Family Guy

I can tell you that it looks like they haven't lost a step during the 3-year hiatus. Funny stuff.


You're welcome.

Update 4/27: Apparently way too many people visited the site, and the movie was taken offline. Oh well, it's going to be on TV on Sunday anyway. Just watch it then. You just won't be able to brag how cool you are for a few days.

A Banner Weekend

It started out OK. Meg's birthday party was awesome.

Then Kristin got sick and threw up all over Oneonta. Then I went to get my car at Silva's and someone smashed my windshield. I've got a ton of work to do, a speech on Wednesday that I hate, a paper on Friday, internship paperwork to take care of, and have to go drop a few hundred dollars to fix the car sometime in between.

The next five days are going to suck.

I hate you all.

Love,

David

Somebody Needs A Visit From Dr. Phil

Now, as anyone who has been around one or the other knows, Rob and Lisa have a weird relationship. It's all over the place.

You know how sometimes when people refuse to talk to each other, they get a different person to relay information between the two disputing parties? Somehow I became that person, and got caught in the middle of a Rob/Lisa showdown, the reason for the dispute I do not know. I just got brought into it in the middle.

Also, this is the first time I've experienced this during an online argument. Somewhat un-Orthodox.

To make this as easy to follow as possible, I have colored the times I was talking to Lisa in purple, and times I was talking to Rob in blue. I have also put the responses in chronological order, to give the reader a sense of what was being said at what times.

Klb671 (3:18:59 PM): tell rob he is a bumbfuck
Fantom05 (3:19:29 PM): why is he a bumbfuck, when the term is actually bumblefuck?
Klb671 (3:19:40 PM): oh yeah....lol

Fantom05 (3:19:59 PM): Klb671 (3:18:59 PM): tell rob he is a bumbfuck
RobtheMadman521 (3:28:16 PM): tell my gitlfriend shes a fucking asshole

Fantom05 (3:29:02 PM): RobtheMadman521 (3:28:16 PM): tell my gitlfriend shes a fucking asshole
Klb671 (3:29:15 PM): tell him to fucking grow up and leave me the fuck alone

Fantom05 (3:29:25 PM): Klb671 (3:29:15 PM): tell him to fucking grow up and leave me the fuck alone

Fantom05 (3:29:36 PM): oh boy, this is a fun position to be in, relationship insult messenger

RobtheMadman521 (3:29:37 PM): lol
RobtheMadman521 (3:29:44 PM): tell her shes a poo poo face

Klb671 (3:29:51 PM): haha i have no idea why he brought you into this

Fantom05 (3:30:00 PM): oh shit, you went there?
RobtheMadman521 (3:30:09 PM): damn right I did

Fantom05 (3:30:16 PM): RobtheMadman521 (3:29:44 PM): tell her shes a poo poo face
Klb671 (3:30:47 PM): wow, i'm done....dont send him anything from me

Fantom05 (3:31:09 PM): Klb671 (3:30:47 PM): wow, i'm done....dont send him anything from me
RobtheMadman521 (3:31:15 PM): lol
Fantom05 (3:31:18 PM): i did it anyway
RobtheMadman521 (3:31:37 PM): lol
RobtheMadman521 (3:32:58 PM): ah screw her anyway, I had sex with her sister
Fantom05 (3:33:12 PM): hahaha
RobtheMadman521 (3:33:23 PM): send her that, i'm curious as to how shes gonna react
Fantom05 (3:33:32 PM): all right hold on

Fantom05 (3:33:42 PM): RobtheMadman521 (3:32:58 PM): ah screw her anyway, I had sex with her sister
Klb671 (3:36:54 PM): he is such a jerk
Fantom05 (3:37:24 PM): you two are nuts

Fantom05 (3:37:05 PM): Klb671 (3:36:54 PM): he is such a jerk
RobtheMadman521 (3:37:43 PM): lol

Klb671 (3:37:46 PM): oh god don't send that to him!
Klb671 (3:37:55 PM): abrams you're a jerk
Fantom05 (3:38:05 PM): hahahahaha, what'd i do
Fantom05 (3:38:31 PM): if you would have said it faster than 2 minutes later you couldve warned me

Two things of note:

1) It was Lisa who brought me into this , not Rob. She says, "i have no idea why he brought you into this," when in reality it is her own fault.

2) I wanted to show that Lisa waited a full minute in telling me not to send that 'jerk' comment. I am absolved of any malicious intent or wrongdoing.

I wish these crazy kids the best of luck and hope they have a happy life together. Let's give them a hand!

The Confessions of Lieutenant Homo

So right now I'm listening to my gay RA roommate who goes into the freshman girls' room across the hall when he wants to feel wise and important, and is telling them how he sassed some teacher.

Apparently, the teacher was talking about guys who are really strong and how they spend 6 hours in the gym and use steroids, and at the end of it said, "Isn't that right, Steve?" referencing this kid's huge frame. He said:

"And I'm like, are you fucking kidding me, guy? I actually said fuck to him to, I said are you fucking kidding me, guy? Who says that? And I got up and walked out of the room. Who does this guy think he is?"

Obviously the reason Steve (also known as Lt. Homo) got pissed is because the teacher hit it right on the money: this kid does spend all his time in the gym, AND he does steroids. Gish overheard him talking in the gym once about how steroids really don't do anything to you.

Then, Lt. Homo starts spouting off at the mouth about how tomorrow is 4/20 and he hates that people smoke weed, more than usual, on that day:

"I ask what day it is tomorrow, and these kids sitting in front of me are like yo its 4/20, and I'm like what is that and they're like dude its like smokeout day, and like all these fucking kids are going to go to class stoned and shit, and like I hate that shit, like to all these people 4/20 is like weed day, no, 4/20 is the anniversary of Columbine, assholes."

Two things are wrong with this: first, this kid is the last one who can get angry with people who substance abuse, as he not only uses fucking steroids and chews tobacco, but also is drunk half the time anyway.

THEN, this kid has the fucking nerve to act like he is pissed at people for not remembering the anniversary of Columbine. This coming from a huge Republican tool who advocates guns everywhere, a kid that I've heard on several times go in and try to be a psuedo-intellectual about politics but can only find little freshman girls who won't contradict him to yell his views at. This piece of shit has the nerve to be that condescending. A kid who loves to pretend he's Mr. Patriotic and loving the USA and loving our troops for their bravery and listen to too much Kenny Chesney and country music and wear a fucking cowboy hat because he wants to be a redneck, this 23-year old junior in college who the US Army would love to have enlist but doesn't do it, why? Because he's a fucking hypocritical coward who supports stuff, just as long as it doesn't effect HIS life.

Go fuck yourself you juiced-up, sheltered, spoiled brat.

Holy shit. I haven't been pissed like this in a while.







OK, its out of my system.

Anyway, its been nice out. People outside constantly, etc etc you've heard my rant about it. But take a look here. On Saturday, there's CHANCE OF SNOW. I doubt there is anywhere in the world where it goers from being in the 80s one day to snowing that weekend. I can't wait to see the people on Thursday, when the temperature is going to drop 30 degrees, who didn't watch the news or Weather Channel, walk outside in their tanktops, flip-flops, and khaki shorts, and get hit with some sub-freezing early morning air.

Damn. I really talk about weather a lot.

Mets Fans Are the New Yankee Fans

So the Mets reach .500 and every Mets fan on Earth acts like they won a World Series in almost 20 years. Oh, wait, that wasn't them, that was every other team.

The IMs started at about 3am this morning: first Laz, then Jackobel, then the Madman, then my brother, the lists goes on...

DannyMayonaisse (5:40:32 PM): mets already got their big slump forthe season out of the way now we're just gonna keep winning until october

Keep being delusional. The Mets always burn out around mid-July and hit a wonderful 8 game losing streak. As if that wasn't enough, they'll do another one in early September.

And as for the Marlins, their offense hasn't even begun to hand out the devastating power they wield. Give it some time.

The NL East is colored black and teal this year.




The Mets can't even do math. Retards.

I Give You....The Epitome of an AIM Profile

Not that it should surprise anyone who knows him, but Kodi has the complete archetype of an AIM profile. Take a look at this thing:

i'm not an alcoholic.. i'm a college student


I'd dodge a bullet for you....


Spring Break Photos


"when your wet dream becomes your worst nightmare"



white frame house, a college town, a bunch of people always hanging around, no real
problems we needed to drown.... but we tried our best anyway






Change is the only constant.....



Sexline: 845 807 xxx7











pictures are memories stuck in time...













something about you

===========================================================
This profile covers all the bases you need for a classic profile: something about drinking, a link to some kind of photo website (the fact that it says Spring Break Photos just gives it bonus points), a quote from an emo song, your cell phone number (but you can't just write 'Cell Phone #', it has to say Digits or something along those lines), and ending with a deep, meaningful, mysterious phrase you know is meant for that 'special someone'.

The majority of people have something along those lines as their profile. But I doubt anyone can compete with the complete and utter perfection Kodi has achieved with his personal AIM gem.

"Your permanent record will one day disqualify you from all but the hottest and noisiest of jobs."

In my Fundamentals of Management class a while back, we had to take a standardized test which tells us what kind of manager 'type' we are.

This Meyers-Briggs Type Indicator Instrument "reports a person's preferred ways of attending to the world and making decisions."

Now for the most part, I believe standardized tests are nothing more than a scheme to sell #2 pencils and Scantron sheets. But when I got this thing back, I sat in class stunned: of the sixteen possible types a person could be, mine described me almost to a T.

Before we got the results back, she had us try to guess what the results would show us to be. I picked INTJ, which is:

Introversion (interest in ideas in your mind that explain the world)

INtuition (Interest in what can be imagined, seen with the mind's eye)

Thinking (Interest in what is logical and works by cause and effect)

Judging (Interest in acting by organizing, planning, deciding)

INTJ was also the personality type the test said I was. But this was not the part that amazed me; it was the extended description of INTJ people.

This is the description:

"Logical, critical, decisive, innovator of ideas; serious, intent, highly independent; concerned with organization, determined and often stubborn. With introverted intuition as their strongest mental process, at their best when inspiration turns insight into ideas and plans for improving human knowledge and systems.

Values: organized outer life; spontaneous inner life, conceptual skills, planful independent academic learning, originality independence of mind, intellectual quickness ingenuity, non-emotional tough mindedness, freedom from interference in projects, seeing complexities and hidden meanings, improving things by finding flaws, pursuing a vision; conceptualizing, working to a plan and schedule"

I laughed out loud when I saw the "improving things by finding flaws" comment.

Most people who know me would say this hits the nail on the head. More or less it's saying I'm an anal asshole that just wants everyone to leave them alone and let them do what they need to do to get shit done.

When you're right, you're right.

WONYPALOOZA 2005

I guess I should start this tale of music, money, deception, and frustration from the beginning.

After last year's WONYpalooza was such a big success, it was almost a given that the station would put on another benefit concert this year. Even though the GM and a local music aficionado were in charge of the planning last year, since it is a charity event, it was interpreted to fall under the category of a PR job, meaning it fell under my jurisdiction. Which was OK. I mean, it can't be THAT hard to put on a concert, right?

I did not realize that such a simple idea would kill any remaining trust I had in the human race.

So around mid-February, Miller and I started to look for a venue for the show. This was our first mistake; we should've started looking months before. Anyway, since the Bullet is on "bad terms" with the station, last year's place was out of the question, so we went to the Fox. They told us they only do one show a month since all their regulars like to listen to their MP3 jukebox (the guy was so proud of the jukebox), and said we could do it in July.

No.

Then we went to the Pub, who never got back to us. We were running out of places to hold this thing when Silva recommended Smokey Joe's Cafe. They said they were open to it. But when we brought this news back to the E-Board, we were met with resistance. Supposedly we had bad blood with Smokey's too. But since the end of the semester was coming quickly, we decided to say fuck it and do it there.

Now, the format of last year's show was probably 6 or 7 bands, doing whatever amount of songs they wanted, and it worked pretty smoothly. This is what we had in mind for this year's show as well. But we didn't take the J Factor into account.

What is the J-Factor? J stands for Josh, one of the biggest scumbag douches I've met in my life. Josh is the "booking agent" for Smokey Joe's. This guy used to be a member of the station years ago, and is one of those guys that ends up staying in the college town, I guess trying to keep living the college life for as long as possible. So Miller and I go in and talk to this guy. He tells us, and I quote:

"The show I used to do with PJ up there was the biggest show ever on that station. We got back the ratings, and it was the highest rated show ever on WONY."

Problem is we don't get ratings for the station; no company does ratings for college radio. So right off the bat I can tell this guy is an egotistical cockdick.

We bring him a list of bands who want to play the show. He says he only wants 3 bands with 45-minute sets a piece. Why? "I'm exercising my executive privilege here." Wow. You are so fucking gay.

But we were not in any position to bargain, we had to put up with it or not do a show. He tells us one band, Too Hot to Kill, HAS to play the show, because, and once again I'm quoting:

"When they play here, it's like God is living in the rafters."

"Fine. Whatever. But what about the two other bands. See that band, Stop Gavrilo? One of them is a member of the station. We want as many DJs bands as possible to play. They've played here before. Is that cool if they play?"

"Have they gotten any better? Cause honestly, they aren't too good."

This guy thought we were doing a private concert for him in his living room. This shit continued. None of the bands were up to snuff for the guy. He pulled some "I'm a mover and shaker" shit with his cell phone, trying to impress us with bands he knew to get them on the lineup. Every single one crashed and burned.

We didn't have the bands solidified until no joke 72 hours before the show. The guy got some band Groove Nation which sounded so gay I was scared no one would come. But Josh's great friends bailed on him the Monday before, 5 days before the show. They must really like you.

Anyway, so that was a struggle. But there was another, more frustrating, problem that plagued us literally until the day we held the show.

The Music Industry Club asked if we were up for a joint alumni weekend. We said cool, and since WONYpalooza was to kick off Alumni Weekend, we asked them if we could borrow their equipment for the show, since we did last year. They said OK.

Then during spring break, T-minus one week before the show, their faculty advisor decided they shouldn't have anything to do with WONY anymore, so we couldn't use their stuff anymore. Why they decided this out of the clear blue is still not unclear, but it was something we had to deal with. I spent the last days of spring break trying to call anyone I could think of and trying to find if we could rent the stuff. No dice.

When we got back, some kid in CUAC said we could use his stuff. Crisis averted, right? No. Two days later, he said his friend, who's band was rejected by Josh from performing in the show, didn't want to let us use his stuff. We don't have equipment 3 days before the event.

Then we find out from a kid performing in the show we could use his. Crisis averted, right? No. He then decided he didn't want his stuff to get broken at Smokey's, so he wouldn't let us use it. Now it's one day before the show.

But the Sassman bailed us out. One of Steve Sass' housemates had the stuff, and we finally got the equipment, 3 hours before the show. Can't cut it much closer.

Back to the bands. By the time we got back the Monday of the show, we had the three bands confirmed: Stop Gavrilo, Groove Nation, and the overlords of Smokey's, Too Hot to Kill. So I made a few different flyers to hang all over campus. All I did Monday was walk all over campus hanging these flyers up.

Monday we get the call Groove Nation is out. So after spending hours and hours working on these flyers, I find out they all now inaccurate and wrong. I flipped out.

But Joystick Generation, who wanted to play the thing in the first place, finally met the Stalin of music's rigid criteria, and were on the lineup.

By the time Friday came, I was just ready for the thing to be over. As long as 20 people came, to me it was successful enough for me.

But the show actually went really, really well, especially considering the never-ending problems. Joey's was packed, the music was good, and Professor Murphy showed up, which made the thing that much better.

We ended up making $600 when all was said and done. Joey's was able to get businesses to donate goods and services to be raffled off, which alone made $110 and change.

Everyone had a great time. I'm just glad I don't have to do it ever again.

Here are some of the select pics from the show.











You can also look at other pictures taken by Oneonta's #1 shutterbug Lisa P. here. And here. She really takes a lot of pictures, it gets weird sometimes.

Live From WONYpalooza

USA

If you lived in a foreign country, and saw this, wouldn't you hate the US too?

We Stand As One

I still can't figure out if this is serious or not, but I think it is.

This video is evidence why they should not teach people from the Midwest how to use computers, because as soon as they learn, everything is just angels and beacons from Heaven.

I Think It's Fly When Girls Stop by for the Summer

...for the summer.

First true spring/summer day in Oneonta, and everyone is out of their minds. When you live in a bubble of winter for 9 months a year, when warm weather comes people don't know what to do with themselves. Everyone does everything outside; homework, use their laptops, I even saw a guy taking a crap out in the street. Everyone wants to experience it as much they can.

Two things I've noticed with warm weather: people feel compelled to play music at full blast, and the girls come out of their clothing coccoons, and show off their bodies as much as possible, sluts just flooding the streets. Every year without fail.

Anyway, I'm busy, just thought I'd give an update. I'm going to go out and walk around in the 74 degrees before Venue, and the oncoming cold and rain we're getting the next few days.

And now, I introduce Chris Jackobel as the site's very first Guest Commentator:

Fucking bownas all over school. People are laying outside tanning! It's
72 degrees. Chill out, it will be warm again. We call it "slut weather"
because whenever it gets over 60, girls decide to break out the daisy
dukes and bathing suit tops. It seems like people riot in the streets, I
couldn't drive down my street because 4 people were playing soccer and 4
people were playing football a little bit down from them. I can't stand
seeing 400 people playing frisbee on campus with no shoes on. Chill your
freaking bowna. When it's summertime and the weather dips in the the 50's
and 60's people bundle up like it's February and they're climbing Mount
Everest. I was walking around with a zipper hooded sweatshirt and people
were looking at me like I was crazy. I looked at the temperature after
that, 65. If it was Saturday and people were doing this, fine. But it's
Wednesday! I'm sure all of these people have work to do. There's no way
that the 1,000 people I saw outside have nothing to do. People ditch all
sense of personal responsibility as soon as the weather gets nice. People
suck, it will reach 70 again unless we suddenly encounter the problems
from The Day After Tomorrow. Chill your freaking bownas.

Thank you for your wise insight, Chris.

WONYPALOOZA this weekend. If you attend college in Central New York, come. You've got nothing else to do.

Sin Shitty

I am never going to go see a movie in theaters again. I can't afford it, it's too damn expensive.

Last night I went with Joe Gibbs and Liz to see Sin City. From what I had seen and heard about it, it looked like it had a lot of potential. But, alas, I was not satisfied. Imagine that; me of all people, not liking something. Crazy.

Maybe I wasn't in the mood to watch a movie; I was aggravated within five minutes of being in the theater. We walk into the Commack theater, and it was of course inhabited by four thousand sixteen year olds who know they are the toughest motherfuckers alive. We walk up to the counter: $9.25. What the fuck is that about? $9.25? It's not New York City. And even if it was, $9.25 is too much to spend on a movie anyway. Raise the price 50 cents since the last time I was there, probably over the summer. Bullshit.

So then we walk over to the concession counter. It is a requisite I get nachos at the movies, which are usually expensive anyways, but now its $4.25 for a small one. What? So I get a small nachos and a small cherry Icee, comes out to $8.16. So by myself I dropped eighteen bucks alone.

Then I get my stuff. No lie, the "drink" was no more than about three inches tall, and the nacho tray held about thirty of the small little round Tostitos chips. Joe got the large one, which is now the size of the regular. I was fucking pissed. What a fucking ripoff. Joe says to me, "Are you going to go write about this on your website now?" Yes, Joe. I am.

And these companies wonder why people download movies over BitTorrent. Because most of us can't spend $50 on a gamble of seeing a good movie or shit.

And on this gamble, I rolled snake eyes. Sin City wasn't bad, but it certainly wasn't good. It was super violent and had a lot of tits and asses in it, and dripped with comic book style. Which is all good, but when it goes on, and on, and on, you get tired of it. The movie can only ride style for so long before it becomes tedious, and Sin City relied HEAVILY on it. By the end of the movie, it bordered on annoying. The movie is split up into three stories that all have characters you really don't care too much about; it never drew you in enough. I sat there waiting for something to grab my attention, but Sin City only did so for mere seconds a a time, the rest of it was just filler dialogue and cinematography trying to be an updated and gory version of movies like The Maltese Falcon and Double Indemnity.

The violence got boring. In the movie, people either get shot in the crotch or their nuts ripped off no joke about eight or nine times. The first time it happens, you say "Oh shit!", but by the last one in the farmhouse, you just shrug and mutter, "Again? Can't you think of anything else?"

Plus, the movie was about forty minutes too long. I looked down at my watch because I thought it might be over, and not even an hour had passed by. Not the sign of a good flick.

Sin City was a lot like purgatory: not bad, but not great. I can't say it was horrible, but it was definitely not worth nine bucks. If you're planning on seeing it, it's a rental at best. The best thing to do would be to borrow it from one of your friends when the DVD comes out.

As me and Joe Gibbs walked out, we were forced to give it a 2 star rating, following the strict guidelines of Netflix recommendations.

And that's the end of that.

Back to school tomorrow. Preparing for a week of nonstop suck. Wish me luck.

Everybody Die All at Once

Terri Schiavo dying, Pope dying, everybody's dying.

As of this writing, the Pope hasn't officially died yet, but it is literally all but certain.

What I can't get straight is why since 11 this morning, every single news channel has been covering his sickness to such inane detail. Nothing is changing; it's just "He's sick, he's sick, he's sick, he's sick, still sick sicksicksicksicksicksick."

Enough already. Stop covering it until you get new information. The cost of oil spiked really high today, but no, it's more important to have a constant shot of the Vatican for hours upon hours. Stop covering it until he dies, then you can go nuts, but this is just ridiculous.

Took the snow tires off my car.

Want to go see Sin City tonight, if I can talk people into going.

Going back up to school Sunday morning. Since I'm going to be insanely swamped for eight days after I get back, the posting might be sporadic, but afterwards it'll be more regular. Like anyone reads anyway. Actually, if you scroll down, you can see the counter; hits on the site are almost up to 2200. Pretty good considering the only way for anyone to find the site is through the single link in my AIM profile. I guess enough people click it when they do the daily, addictive away message check.

Whatevas.

WONYpalooza next Friday. If you're going to be in Oneonta, stop by Smokey Joe's at 7. It's going to be fun. Hopefully.

Talk to you bownas later.