Darksyde is going to Bovine University
mood: Comical
music playing: Busta Rhymes - Pass The Courvoisier
Anyone who has been within a 2km radius of the plastic chick magnet would likely have noticed that the ol' girl is making more noise than a guy on Sunday who is watching an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie in Surround Sound. Like I said, the cat has died.
You're like, "the cat?"
The cat is so dead that I went out and got another one for real cheap and I'm gonna have this cat put in for real cheap too.
You're like, "wtf is this douchbag talking about?"
FINE... I'll start to make SENSE!! SHEESH
My catalytic converter is FUBAR. In idle its bad, but when I'm accerating, I'd rather go all Corey Hart style and wear my Sunglasses At Night so nobody can make out who I am cuz its so fucking loud and embarassing.
Well that's all gonna change tomorrow. The new (from a wreckers) catalytic converter is gonna rock.
Imagine...
a. my car will SHUT UP
b. my car will finally have its balls back (current cat is getting clogged)
c. my gas mileage will go back to normal
d. it will go back to being the chick magnet it was designed for
After tomorrow, you may not hear from me much cuz the magnet will be doing its job and there's no time to blog when you're getting DA HONEYS!!
You're like, "the cat?"
The cat is so dead that I went out and got another one for real cheap and I'm gonna have this cat put in for real cheap too.
You're like, "wtf is this douchbag talking about?"
FINE... I'll start to make SENSE!! SHEESH
My catalytic converter is FUBAR. In idle its bad, but when I'm accerating, I'd rather go all Corey Hart style and wear my Sunglasses At Night so nobody can make out who I am cuz its so fucking loud and embarassing.
Well that's all gonna change tomorrow. The new (from a wreckers) catalytic converter is gonna rock.
Imagine...
a. my car will SHUT UP
b. my car will finally have its balls back (current cat is getting clogged)
c. my gas mileage will go back to normal
d. it will go back to being the chick magnet it was designed for
After tomorrow, you may not hear from me much cuz the magnet will be doing its job and there's no time to blog when you're getting DA HONEYS!!
hosting.bashtard.com is open for bidniz
mood: Accomplished
music playing: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Walkabout
I took back control of the site at the start of February I believe (??) and since then, I've been working towards a goal that I didn't have, with a timeframe I never set, and a guarantee to work an undertermined amount of hours on it per night.
Well kids, It's finally here... and I have http://hosting.bashtard.com to show for my efforts.
The hosting service provides:
Apache w/ mod_rewrite and XML extensions
PHP 5 w/ compressed caching module
MySQL 4
In reality, I only decided to do this about a month ago when someone said to me, I'd need MySQL to be able to host anything with you. TADA... MySQL is installed!! But I didn't let it stop there. I hear too many horror stories about people getting hacked, blah blah blah, so I decided to crack down on security as well.
a. No more ICMP allowed at the router level
b. Firewalls on each server (service dependant)
c. Tweaking security on all services
Then... if anyone gets bitchy, I also installed mod_throttle. I can throttle your ass to a certain bandwidth speed and/or volume. If we agree on 3 gigz of bandwidth and you go over, you get one of those: "Sorry, but this douchebag has gone over his bandwidth limit, come back at the start of next month when the douchebag's site will be visible again" ..OR.. if you go over the allocated speed, people get: "This douchebag is taking too much of my bandwidth, wait a few seconds then hit refresh".
The last step was restricting shell access whilst still allowing FTP. Thanks to my own investigative reporting and Sinned being channeled through McFly, that was the easiest and least time consuming of all required modifications.
In closing... you know you're a loser when:
a. you're laying in bed with a woman and giggling about using a PHP_include to contact the MySQL database that's located on a separate server
b. you're tail -f(ing) your log and watching the throttle to see how much bandwidth is being used while people are browsing
GETTING LAID??? WHAT'S THAT??
Well kids, It's finally here... and I have http://hosting.bashtard.com to show for my efforts.
The hosting service provides:
Apache w/ mod_rewrite and XML extensions
PHP 5 w/ compressed caching module
MySQL 4
In reality, I only decided to do this about a month ago when someone said to me, I'd need MySQL to be able to host anything with you. TADA... MySQL is installed!! But I didn't let it stop there. I hear too many horror stories about people getting hacked, blah blah blah, so I decided to crack down on security as well.
a. No more ICMP allowed at the router level
b. Firewalls on each server (service dependant)
c. Tweaking security on all services
Then... if anyone gets bitchy, I also installed mod_throttle. I can throttle your ass to a certain bandwidth speed and/or volume. If we agree on 3 gigz of bandwidth and you go over, you get one of those: "Sorry, but this douchebag has gone over his bandwidth limit, come back at the start of next month when the douchebag's site will be visible again" ..OR.. if you go over the allocated speed, people get: "This douchebag is taking too much of my bandwidth, wait a few seconds then hit refresh".
The last step was restricting shell access whilst still allowing FTP. Thanks to my own investigative reporting and Sinned being channeled through McFly, that was the easiest and least time consuming of all required modifications.
In closing... you know you're a loser when:
a. you're laying in bed with a woman and giggling about using a PHP_include to contact the MySQL database that's located on a separate server
b. you're tail -f(ing) your log and watching the throttle to see how much bandwidth is being used while people are browsing
GETTING LAID??? WHAT'S THAT??
My god, look at my last chunk of blogs, the mood listing is either 'Happy' or as in this case, 'A.O.K.' (with a few scattered bitchy ones).
That is a very welcome change from the typical 'meh' or whatever else I might have chosen over the passed few months to a year. I'm actually feeling, as the french call it, 'good'.
My shoulder surgery went well. The Dr. found a few bone spurs and a few other things that he could clean up. I'm close to being able to move my arm like a normal human being. I was laying down and put my left arm behind my head... and you're like, "...and the interesting part about that is..." Well, imagine for 1.5 years (at least) you haven't been able to put your arm in that position without sharp stabbing pain. I can almost reach behind me to get stuff!! Then image, I might be able to shower without any pain, and hell... be able to reach my back!! Don't get me wrong, there's still a lot of pain. When you leap from the 3rd step of a staircase then have to comfort your shoulder from the shock, there's still a lot of recovery time left.
Another large aspect of the mental ease has been the regular and close attention of women. Not that there's any "action" happening, but it's good to be able to go out with someone else who isn't married or a desperate male trying to get the ladies attention as well. (I am NOT pointing fingers, so I don't wanna hear any bitching after this blog is posted)
Anyhoo... so yeah, good times, fast cars, even faster women!! WOOT!!
That is a very welcome change from the typical 'meh' or whatever else I might have chosen over the passed few months to a year. I'm actually feeling, as the french call it, 'good'.
My shoulder surgery went well. The Dr. found a few bone spurs and a few other things that he could clean up. I'm close to being able to move my arm like a normal human being. I was laying down and put my left arm behind my head... and you're like, "...and the interesting part about that is..." Well, imagine for 1.5 years (at least) you haven't been able to put your arm in that position without sharp stabbing pain. I can almost reach behind me to get stuff!! Then image, I might be able to shower without any pain, and hell... be able to reach my back!! Don't get me wrong, there's still a lot of pain. When you leap from the 3rd step of a staircase then have to comfort your shoulder from the shock, there's still a lot of recovery time left.
Another large aspect of the mental ease has been the regular and close attention of women. Not that there's any "action" happening, but it's good to be able to go out with someone else who isn't married or a desperate male trying to get the ladies attention as well. (I am NOT pointing fingers, so I don't wanna hear any bitching after this blog is posted)
Anyhoo... so yeah, good times, fast cars, even faster women!! WOOT!!
who setup a 3rd party cache module on fpos?
mood: Accomplished
music playing: Static-X - Otsegolectric
what's up with that?
...nowhere near the financial constraints of the 'Spendthrift Douchebag'
To complete Spendthrift Douchebag's RAM comments:
Main PC: 768MB
Web Server: 640MB
Dev Server: 320MB
Bring on the next African 3rd World Nation!
To complete Spendthrift Douchebag's RAM comments:
Main PC: 768MB
Web Server: 640MB
Dev Server: 320MB
Bring on the next African 3rd World Nation!
Let's just say that you're a post mid-20's guy who STILL has yet to move out. You continue to dream of eventually moving out with your friend, whom we will call 'Spendthrift Douchebag', and move into a place with the mandatory 1.5 bathrooms, A/C, dual parking spots and for greed purposes, our own washer/dryer setup.
Then imagine receiving a phone call because 'Spendthrift Douchebag' has decided to make use of his new gold credit card and buy a new laptop that he needed for... and I quote, "Photoshop and PHP". 'Spendthrift Douchebag' even admits that he was pressured into buying the new laptop and said that Jcloth was going to kill him for buying it. How right he was.
Now the issue going forward... I'm as ready as I'll ever be to move out, but am I being taken for a fool? I REFUSE to move out alone and I've already described why in previous blogs. I want, nay.. need a roommate for my own sanity and now that 'Spendthrift Douchebag' has proven that he can put large sums of money down, its time to 'put up or shut up'. If you're gonna move out, make the effort to find out the work stability going forward or just give up on the whole dream and admit that you're just not gonna move out any time soon. At least so I can give up on the thought in my head of the 802.11 network with disco balls and topless dancers.
Then imagine receiving a phone call because 'Spendthrift Douchebag' has decided to make use of his new gold credit card and buy a new laptop that he needed for... and I quote, "Photoshop and PHP". 'Spendthrift Douchebag' even admits that he was pressured into buying the new laptop and said that Jcloth was going to kill him for buying it. How right he was.
Now the issue going forward... I'm as ready as I'll ever be to move out, but am I being taken for a fool? I REFUSE to move out alone and I've already described why in previous blogs. I want, nay.. need a roommate for my own sanity and now that 'Spendthrift Douchebag' has proven that he can put large sums of money down, its time to 'put up or shut up'. If you're gonna move out, make the effort to find out the work stability going forward or just give up on the whole dream and admit that you're just not gonna move out any time soon. At least so I can give up on the thought in my head of the 802.11 network with disco balls and topless dancers.
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
This has to be one of the most retarded examples of American stupidity that I've ever heard.
One day while listening to Mojo Radio I hear news that in the WWE (WWF) the Canadian wrestlers are now going to be announced as Americans. As well, the wrestlers from France are going to be announced as being from Montreal, Quebec, Canada.
"I says pardon"
Apparently this is being done because there is too much Canadian talent... or at least the Canadian talent is the premiere attraction in the organization and management wants American people to identify with them as Americans rather than Canadian. This way its easier to cheer for them.
Sadly, Americans are so ignorant that they wouldn't notice if one day the wrestler comes out announced as being from "Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada" then the next day as "New York, New York".
As far as the au français wrestlers go... this is being done to make them 'easier to hate'.
Good god.. if that 300 million people mass called the United States had anyone living there with an ounce of talent, we wouldn't have to supply them with all their singers, actors, commedians and wrestlers.
Seriously, what's up with that?
One day while listening to Mojo Radio I hear news that in the WWE (WWF) the Canadian wrestlers are now going to be announced as Americans. As well, the wrestlers from France are going to be announced as being from Montreal, Quebec, Canada.
"I says pardon"
Apparently this is being done because there is too much Canadian talent... or at least the Canadian talent is the premiere attraction in the organization and management wants American people to identify with them as Americans rather than Canadian. This way its easier to cheer for them.
Sadly, Americans are so ignorant that they wouldn't notice if one day the wrestler comes out announced as being from "Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada" then the next day as "New York, New York".
As far as the au français wrestlers go... this is being done to make them 'easier to hate'.
Good god.. if that 300 million people mass called the United States had anyone living there with an ounce of talent, we wouldn't have to supply them with all their singers, actors, commedians and wrestlers.
Seriously, what's up with that?
what's up with that?
Is life so hectic that people are able to completely forget and/or dismiss their old routines? Post a blog here, upload a picture there. Maybe I just missed the 'social life' train or possibly people are becoming so reclusive from one another that their thoughts and expressions aren't worthy of their peers?
Well I dunno what it is, but there's two communal areas on this crazy thing we call the 'World Wide Web' that are suffering from the lack of participation of the people who helped get them to where they are today.
Well I dunno what it is, but there's two communal areas on this crazy thing we call the 'World Wide Web' that are suffering from the lack of participation of the people who helped get them to where they are today.
I love it. I absolutely love it. Being in control is what its all about. I'm not pushy, but I'm demanding... in that subtle kind of way.
I think it brings out my best quality, you know, my uhmmm... sweaty ankles.
I think it brings out my best quality, you know, my uhmmm... sweaty ankles.
I'd pat myself on the back if it didn't hurt my shoulders to do so.
Finally, after days and days of fooling around, fucking things up, fixing them, then fucking them up and fixing them again... I got it to work perfectly. Fully automated, requires no human intervention ever again.
What you ask...?? Sorry, but a gentleman never asks, and a lady never tells!
You'll just have to figure it out on your own.
Finally, after days and days of fooling around, fucking things up, fixing them, then fucking them up and fixing them again... I got it to work perfectly. Fully automated, requires no human intervention ever again.
What you ask...?? Sorry, but a gentleman never asks, and a lady never tells!
You'll just have to figure it out on your own.
maybe its the lack of sex I've been having over the passed... (refuse to tell) that makes me say something like this, but I'm gonna say it anyway.
The first bowl of Honeycomb cereal out of the new box that I just got was fucking incredible. I'm not saying it touched me in any sexual way, or gave me any kind of aphrodisiac-ish feelings, but it was just so damn good.
By now I've likely forgotten what the pre / during / post feelings of sex are like anyway, but if they're anything near as good as that bowl of Honeycomb was, then god damn I need to get me some 'Honeycomb during sex' action, ala George Costanza.
The first bowl of Honeycomb cereal out of the new box that I just got was fucking incredible. I'm not saying it touched me in any sexual way, or gave me any kind of aphrodisiac-ish feelings, but it was just so damn good.
By now I've likely forgotten what the pre / during / post feelings of sex are like anyway, but if they're anything near as good as that bowl of Honeycomb was, then god damn I need to get me some 'Honeycomb during sex' action, ala George Costanza.