Techno continues....

So, watching this movie in the background while doing some work stuff, and it shows 00 [techno continues]

[Plates Breaking]

[Electricity Crackles]

The 00 represents the little "note" symbols that I am clueless on how to code in this stupid blogger world.

Awesome I say... and learn your opponent.

Gess over and out

Oh Jonathan, you are SOOOO funny.

So here goes, the first installment. Excerpts from emails I receive from the famous Jonathan. Not this Jonathan, but probably pretty close.

"I have no ambition for the upcoming NFL season except getting used to watching the Raiders and the 49ers each week. I have taken to walking in the evenings and yelling "Vick!" at the neighborhood dogs. Some people have no sense of humor."

It doesn't get much funnier than that folks, or maybe I just have a wierd sense of humor too.

And, if you are completely clueless as to what he is referring to, start getting your news from somewhere other than the "drudgereport" or the "ironictimes". Info about aforementioned Vick scandal here.

“Gessner and the Giant Exercise Ball” (kinda like “James and the Giant Peach”)

Other than my dumb dog spazzing out all night doing the “whimper whimper, whine, blubber, jerk around like she is being devoured by a pterodactyl” motions, and that adding to the crappy night sleep I was getting anyway, the one dream I remember is still freakin me out.

So, you know those big ass rubber blow up balls (not dolls you sick bastard) that people use to stretch/exercise with, or if you work in a dungeon like I do, that people sit on to replace their office chairs? Anyway, well somehow the ball that we have sitting downstairs grows a few thousand percent, either from consuming too much of the muscle juice that Barry Bonds never used, or by some radioactive waste (remember “eight legged freaks”) that some enemy of the environment is illegally dumping (just ask Al Gore). This ball starts to roll towards me, and catches up to me after my Carl Lewis style effort to out run it. It starts to pinch my legs as it begins to rolls over me, and it becomes harder and harder to breathe as the ball slowly suffocates me.

At this point, I am startled awake, thank god (don’t forget what happens if you die in your sleep, just ask Neo) and I quickly shove off the 14 pounds of clumped up comforter/blanket/sheet that are suffocating me, and realizing my dog is laying on my legs, and her sharp ass nails are digging into my foot.

So, anyway, everytime I hear the sound of wind or a whisp of air, I get a little nervous, and look over my shoulder hoping that damn ball isn’t coming after me, cause if you didn’t know, that is what a big freakin rubber ball sounds like when it is going to lunge at you (kinda like the fan in my bedroom when it is oscillation mode).

Man, it is tough being on the run.