I have become a deadbeat father to my web page.

As you can see, I haven't done jack or shit to make the appearance of my page any better. There are a number of excuses I can use that pretty much lead into the concept of not alot of time. Mondays and Tuesdays are eaten up by school, Wednesday is a dead day to me because I feel like it's Friday coming off my hellish start to the week. Thursday, maybe, but only if I don't go visit friends. Friday usually isn't an option cause I leave for the corn fields to visit mi novia, where I don't do anything Saturday or Sunday web related either. "Committing crime" is much more enjoyable with a person.

So you see my dilemma, my complete inability to sink myself into a world of action figures, paper plates, Slurpee and Slim Jim snack times. As much as I really would love to dive into that realm and live absorb more code. Maybe one day but not now.

I told KYLE my plans were to burn my site to the ground and let nature take its course, that is if I can find the HTML to do such a thing.

Please be patient. I know my blogs have sucked as of late and the page looks like the same old crap that everyone else is doing (if your page looks like mine, I'm sorry and it's time for you to go learn something new) but if I can finish Kyle's playground, I can go TRON on my new page (that's right, I just made TRON a verb...and I see "TRON 2.0" is in the Hollywood grinding machine, s w e e t).

Summing up this blog...sit down, and shut up.

Thank you,
- The Damn Management

I almost laughed myself to death after seeing THIS.

Why you ask? Two words...

No Zod.

I'm putting KYLE on FP (Friend Probation) for asking if the rain will ever stop.

For the record Kyle, the ground here is beginning to show again. When that rain gets cold, it's called snow. Snow usually comes along with 30 degree temps.

I would kill for rain.

I repeat...FP...

I almost forgot to mention my "run in" with ROBERT PATRICK this weekend. Con and I stopped at 7-11 and when we were checking out, a movie behind the register caught my eye. A movie called ZERO TOLERANCE. All I need to say is that the tagline across the top was simply, "It's Patrick Time."

Oh yeah it is...

I sent an e-mail to my friends Friday telling them about my phone's text message capabilities. I received 5 messages. One was a thank you, one was Miss Hannigan from Annie, one was from the girl, and two called me a whore. Regardless...did I get any today...no. I demand to be entertained!

"YOU WAIT FOR FATE TO BRING ABOUT THE CHANGES IN LIFE WHICH YOU SHOULD BE BRINGING ABOUT YOURSELF."

- Douglas Coupland
Shampoo Planet

I took my rollerblades to school today, actually my alternate pair which I bought for the sole purpose of skating to school (the other pair is for hockey). During the day it was a little difficult to skate because not unlike many other large cities, Chicago has quite a few dumbasses.

My class got out early but the city starts to die down at about seven for people walking. I haven't skated out doors since the end of summer, and the temperature was a warm 30 degrees tonight. It felt SO good, not quite 11 times good (*wink*) but there was just something almost magic about it. No one on the quartz Sears Tower side walk and the smooth front walks of the government buildings. Just me and my skates. I got caught up in an 8 minute winter skate to the train station that felt like summer hours.

...sigh...

On the train I noticed my skates say TRIFORCE on the side and that left me wondering about lost Tektites and defeated Octoroks.

"Maybe it's just me but sometimes it's impossible to breathe."

I'm too far away, I'm letting them down...

A lady here at work just called me REACTIONARY. I don't think she knew what that word meant.

And, again I am officially retarded. I was playing with my calender (you know, the little one that opens when you double click the clock in Windows) and apparently I decided to change the date and not know it. All morning I thought it was Friday until I woke up. Now I'm just TOTALLY out of it...and I'm pissed it's not Friday.

That reminds me of a "Duck Tales" episode I once saw where Huey, Dewey and Louie changed all the calendars in Uncle Scrooge's house to one day ahead so they could get their allowance one day earlier. But then there was a phonecall for Uncle Scrooge and the guy at the other end was all, "No Mr. McDuck, it's Thursday." And the Scrooge was all up in his face givin' him, "I'm that damn richest duck in the world! I know what day it is biznitch!" Then all the people changed their calendars because Scrooge McDuck was so wealthy and powerful how could he be wrong? Then I think chaos ravaged Duckburg...maybe some Beagle Brothers in there somewhere.

I like Gizmo-duck. Uh huh, that's right...Gizmo-duck.

I've taken notice that REHMER is on his way out to Los Angeles. That's great. Of course, they'll be hitting Barney's Beanery, that's a must.

But if KYLE (I just made Kyle's name look like a link because, hehe, he doesn't have a site right now) and SARAH know what's best for them, there's one place they WON'T go...

On a related topic (to which Kyle and Sarah can roll their eyes and promptly reply "we'll believe it when we see it") I'm working through the motions of head out to LA in the beginning of April during me (ridiculously scheduled) spring break. Please reference THE ROBERT PATRICK EXPERIENCE for possible occurring events on my not-yet-official trip.

On a related-related topic, JEFF (no, I don't know why I linked that, not like he writes anything anyway) is on his way to Mardi Gras. Hopefully he has a blast and comes back in one piece.

Midnight, head is quiet...maybe it will be summer soon...

Big Ideas by Radiohead

They're not gonna happen
You paint your house white and feel the noise
But there'll be something missing

And now that you found it, it's gone
Now that you feel it, you don't
I'm not afraid

she kisses you with tongue and pulls you to the bed
don't go you'll only want to come back again
She stands stark naked and she beckons you to bed
Don't go you'll only want to come back again

So don't get any big ideas
They're not gonna happen
You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking

And now that you found it, it's gone
And now that you feel it, you don't
I'm not afraid

Riding on the train tonight, the car I was in was empty. It got kind of surreal on me. I was tired, listening to the melodic hums of Swedish rock and I closed my eyes. And in the second they were closed I thought of everything that I wanted to be there when I opened them. Friends, lovers, warm sun, an escape. I wanted to float forever, sun at my back, earth at my belly, the important things wrapped in my arms. Just floating at the speed of light...

Velvet by Kent

My skin feels strange like there´s something underneath
And it´s aching to be free
Try to think of something else
In my mind, imagination running wild
I try to shut my eyes
Try to hide it with a lie
But I´m running out of time

You and I move at the speed of light
One step a time
We don't have to run
You and I move at the speed of light
And with our smiles
We outshine the sun

Your skin feels strange like there´s something underneath
I can feel it´s breath
Warm upon my neck
And in our minds imagination running wild
So when we shut our eyes
We´re running out of time
And all of this is lies

And maybe all of that wasn't right there when I opened my eyes, but I knew it was around me and hidden in the feathers of the wings I never get to show on my back.

No shoes...just glide...

Crap kid...what did I tell you about writing after midnight...?

Sunday sucked ass. I didn't leave my house all weekend so buy Sunday I was pretty much ready to go climb in a cave and complete my voyage to non-existence.

For the record, I also discovered I am the dumbest person ever. I should have received my award in the mail by now. My mom came upstairs and looked at my school schedule and promptly declared, "School started the 12th!" For some reason I had engraved the 19th in my head as the first day of classes. Great. What a way to start the school year...R E T A R D . Anyway, I did make it out to school yesterday and it gets better. I followed my schedule and find my way into the correct classroom at the correct time for my class "History of Cinema." Columbia has some GREAT screening rooms for classrooms, can't complain about that. Anyway, the lecture begins and I'm looking over the syllabus and I was like "This class ROCKS." We watched "Spinal Tap" and every week we'd watch a full feature film, "American Beauty," "Fight Club," "Bob Roberts," "Election," and "M*A*S*H." How cool is that? Then my brain wakes up...wait a minute...this doesn't seem like a history class. PROBABLY BECAUSE IT'S NOT! The class I sat in for THREE HOURS was "Satire and the American Dream." SHIT! Turns out the history class was one floor up. What sucks even more was I really liked that satire class. This has been a GREAT start to the school year. Woo hoo.

I hate college basketball.

I heard Limp Bizkit's new song. The EXIT is over there gentleman, I suggest you use it.

Why does Andy Dick have a show? Oh that's right, he sucks. That’s the only qualification to make it on MTV these days.

At this point I think if I go to the United Center with skates in hand, the Blackhawks couldn't say no. Plus I'd only be asking for three things. 1) $50,000 a season 2) good health and dental plan (unlikely considering the chops of BOB PROBERT) 3) and a jersey with my name on it.

Actually...do you think it's possibly to just cancel MTV?

I'm going to go to the bank and tell them I need a loan for an ASTON MARTIN. I mean I'm a college student working part time, why would they say no? I think the only bad things on my credit report would the be hundreds of dollars I owe Blockbuster for returning movies months late.

Call me a sucker for the oldies, but I admittedly like the new Aerosmith song "Jaded" and the video is pretty cool too. It has that Mila Kunis kid from "That 70's Show" in it, minus all the retro garb.

Okay, I have classes Monday from 1:30 pm to 9:30 pm and Tuesday from 2:00 pm to 9:00 pm so my blog time is limited. Because I commute to Chicago, I actually have to leave my house about an hour and a half before class and I return about and hour and a half after class. Today I'll leave at about noon and get home at 10:30 pm. I love it...

Note to self: Quit writing blogs after midnight...you get scary.

Christ, if you'd just SHUT UP for a minute...

California by Semisonic

Driven through the canyons I was
Dazzled by the mountains and we didn't go very far
Close enough to heaven if you
Climb up on a mansion you too can swing like a star

I tried to get inside I bought a
Ticket with my pride and I was gone right out of my head
I went out for a ride to go
Across a great divide and I ended up at home instead

California
I thought I should see
Now I'm back home, yeah
With twelve little pieces of me

I was just a passenger a
Rider on the tremors that were shaking all our beds at night
A visitor a stranger thought I
Might pass for a regular if I just kept out of the lights

Tore my heart out from my chest
Mixed it up in my mind with the best freshest pieces of my soul
Chose the ones I loved the most
Drove 'em all down to the coast
Threw 'em in a big black hole

California
I thought I should see
Now I'm back home, yeah
With twelve little pieces of me
California
I dreamed I would find
Some kinda sorta pick-me-up
I got twelve little pieces of my mind

It's a fish and flowers.

I hate today about as much as I hated yesterday.

For the record, I am officially an idiot.

That is all.

The group of us has been sending around this list of questions, just an entertaining thing to do. Anyway one of the questions is FAVORITE NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
Many of us couldn't help BUT put alcoholic drinks down just because that's all we drink. Anyway, once again...it's time to find fault in KYLE.

Here is Kyle's response:

FAVORITE NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Guinness. Oh wait, that's alcoholic.

Right...so what happened to Slurpees? T R A I T O R !

I'm up late I guess. Thinking is doing me in tonight. I take alot of things for granted I think, where I am, where I'm going and who I'm going where with. There are times where I just want to yell and throw everything out the window because I hate what I've created with myself. There are times when I want to yell, "it sucks for me too!" There are too many times where I can't get my goddamn foot off the accelerator. I need to create something great, I need the ocean in my toes, I need something to believe in, I need something to believe in me, I need to crush my weakness.

Just put on my shoes, shut the fuck up, and start running you idiot.

I just fly on these feet for miles trying to define me.

Define me. 2 a.m., just keep running...keep thinking...keep it all.

The rythm of my feet beats out a song, one of millions etched and filed away.

The skip, the scratch and away goes the needle on the record...

Far, Far Away From My Heart by The Bodeans

Well the feelings coming on again
Like a whisper thats knocking down a doorway
And everything it says I just believe
And I fear that I'm nothing and alone

So I pour another drink and take a hit
And I wonder where the smoke goes
And I'm feeling more and more like less and less
And it comes from so far down deep inside
But you can't get to it no matter what you try

And I'm far, far away from my heart
Far, far away from my heart

It's just a voice thats bent on telling me I'm too good
And there really is a shortcut
And I've been through this so many nights before
That you'd think it would be easier by now

So I let the chemical reaction cloud over
The pain that keeps on hurting
As I slowly, but too slowly drift away
To a place where I know I don't have to think
God I hate myself all over so more I drink

And I'm far, far away from my heart
Far, far away from my heart

And now I'm staring blankly at the TV
Holding this guitar for some comfort
But it's so hard to write a simple song
And try to turn this feeling into melody

So I put it down get on my knees
Close my eyes real tight now I'm praying
To anyone that maybe can hear me
Tell me everything will be ok
And I don't think I can make another day

And I'm far, far away from my heart
Far, far away from my heart

Damnit! How could I forget to name my first daughter "The."

FLASHBACK ALERT! When I read KYLE'S response to naming his daughters, it triggered a memory...

Hey Kyle...you want to play...

LICENSE TO DRIVE? You know you do...I'll go get the flashlight so we can talk about being garbage men in fabulous houses and driving Lamborghinis with our fab wives.

Wow...we said some pretty STUPID things back in the day...

I'm Lithuanian. And the thought of STALINWORLD amuses me.

"Eventually, visitors will also be able to watch reenactments of 'camp victims' being abused, and see recreations of the huts where the slaves slept after being worked nearly to death."

Nice.

AHH CRAP!

NHTSA CAMPAIGN ID Number: 00V422000
Component: FUEL:THROTTLE LINKAGES AND CONTROL
Manufacturer: FORD MOTOR COMPANY
Potential Number of Units Affected: 220000

Year: 1997
Make: MERCURY TRUCK
Model: MOUNTAINEER
Manufactured From: MAY 1996 To: OCT 1998
Year of Recall: '00
Type of Report: Vehicle

Summary:

Vehicle Description: Sport utility vehicles equipped with 4.0L SOHC engines and still retain the original throttle body (Part Numbers 97JF-9E926AB or 97JF-9E926-AC). Some of the original throttle bodies installed allowed a gap between the plate and bore to be built too narrow. This reduced clearance allowed the engine deposits normally present in the throttle body to contact or bridge the gap. If the engine deposits bridged the gap between the throttle plate and bore and then hardened, on the initial application of the accelerator pedal after the engine has cooled, the operator would need to apply additional force to the accelerator pedal to break the bridge.

This could result in engine surge when the accelerator pedal breaks free.

Dealers will replace the original throttle bodies. Owner notification is expected to begin during March 2001. Owners who take their vehicles to an authorized dealer on an agreed upon service date and do not receive the free remedy within a reasonable time should contact Ford at 1-800-392-3673. Also contact the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration's Auto Safety Hotline at 1-888-DASH-2-DOT (1-888-327-4236).

I repeat....AHH CRAP!

When I finally get a place of my own, house, apartment, whatever, in my dining room I'm going to paint one wall white. In the very middle of that wall my closest friends and family will sign their names with red marker. From there everyone that parties at my house, visits my house, eats dinner there, will sign in black until the entire wall is covered.

I just think that would be cool. It would also help if I knew more than ten people.

Bones by Radiohead

I don't want to be crippled cracked
Shoulders, wrists, knees and back
Ground to dust and ash
Crawling on all fours

When you've got to feel it in your bones
When you've got to feel it in your bones

Now I can't climb the stairs
Pieces missing everywhere
Prozak painkillers

When you've got to feel it in your bones
When you've got to feel it in your bones
And I used to fly like peter pan
All the children flew when I touched their hands

When you've got to feel it in your bones
When you've got to feel it in your bones

"He's got one extraordinary chance at the dream of a lifetime. Alex Rogan is a small-town teenager with big-time dreams. He's just like everyone else, except Alex has a very special talent...

Tonight, a mysterious stranger will call on Alex. He comes from a galaxy that's under attack by an alien force. And Alex's unique ability is their last hope..."

This could be one of the best sites EVER, not for style but for content. It's THE LAST STARFIGHTER homepage. Now there are some people who will remain unnamed (CONNIE) who have never seen the movie and refuse to, while there are people like KYLE and I who will tell you how awesome this film is (forget Kyle likes "Captain Ron" for credibility issues).

Anyway, this site even has (Kyle...you sitting down?) "The Last Starfigter" game that game out on the Atari WAY back when. All you need is the emulator and you can help Grig save the universe!

Centauri: Alex! Alex! You're walking away from history! History, Alex! Did Chris Columbus stay home? Nooooo. What if the Wright Brothers thought that only birds should fly? And did Galupa think that the Ulus were too ugly to save?
Alex Rogan: Who's Galupa?
Centauri: Never mind.
Alex Rogan: Listen, Centauri. I'm not any of those guys, I'm a kid from a trailer park.
Centauri: If that's what you think, then that's all you'll ever be!

What do you do, if you have $600 in unpaid bills and $10 in your wallet that has to last you two weeks?

Buy one of THESE.

So YEA, it's going to be one of those lay-back-and-be-envious-of-other-people's-good-fortune-and-dream-about-the-could-have-beens day...

CHRIS CLUFF has climbed aboard the Blogger-bus. Chris (last time I checked...a LONG time ago) was doing the poverty-independent-film thing up in Canada (we call him Canada Boy...clever eh?).

He just started the blog up yesterday so be patient with him. So go get a little taste of Canadian Bloggin. It'll be good...except here we call it ham.

Letters From The Wasteland by The Wallflowers

Now coming down
Out of this swandive to your arms
I make no sounds
WhenI move thru your reservoirs
I wake up quick
I wake up sick
As you abandon me
Into these fields of rank and file
Thru this cloudI hear you breathing
Thru these barsI watch them bring more in

Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
Last slowdance to this romance on my own
May take two to tango, but boy it takes one to let go
It just takes one to let go.

Now boy keep still
Don't spread yourself around
Get back in line
Eat your bread
And just work the ground

'Cause you're not through
They're not done with with you
Did you think you were
The only one who's been let down
So sleep tight little boys of the new dam
Let them drop in the quicksand

Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
Last slowdance to this romance on my own
May take two to tango, but boy it takes one to let go

Now another bad idea gets thru
Down they send me unto you
Every bridgeI should have burned
Every lesson i've unlearned
When the smoke give way to ruins
Incarcerated lovesick fools
I wait for you to cut me loose
But until then

Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
Last slowdance to this romance on my own
May take two to tango, but boy it takes one to let go
NowI send back letters from the wasteland home
From whereI slowdance to this romance on my own

Okay, I caught the end of MTV's "Cribs" and Bret Michaels has the best house ever.

Kyle had THIS link on his page. The site tells you the number one song on the day you were born.

Mine was "Three Times a Lady" by The Commodores.

Jesus that sucks.

I am a corporate doorstop.

Captain PETE ZIELINSKI on his blog site is listing reasons why he'll succeed in the motion picture business. It says he's on number #203. I can name ONE movie and it's the ONLY reason why ANYONE can make it in the film industry...

PALMETTO.

God that hurt...you can read my review on SARAH'S site, CINECRAP.

Have you ever tried dating an invisible GIRL? It's not easy. Connie seems to think she too can disappear in the middle of conversations like Steph "The Oracle" now. Hmm.

So Kevin Smith set out to do his last film called JAY AND SILENT BOB STRIKE BACK.

Just look at that cast. From George Carlin to Judd Nelson to Ben Affleck to James Van Der Beek. Simply amazing...no, that's FUCKING amazing.

Seeing this does two things to me:

1) Pisses me off and
2) depresses me.

I won't get into the detail behind my current state of self-anger for the sake of KYLE who has heard me walk all over this more times than both of us can count.

There are a thousand brilliant ideas locked up in this head of mine, and I'll be damned if I know how to get them out...

Damnit...here I go again. Fasten seat belts...prepare for the tailspin...

Being that I'm half asleep and trying to work at the same time (nothing like utilizining 1% of your brain to get a job done) I'm starting to relate my life to "The Simpsons." I was suddenly hit with the truth the my cubicle pal "C" is Ned Flanders and that I'm Homer.

Wow...what I just typed, has no relevancy or importance to the world at all.

DOH!

Typing this in my best Will Shatner...

"You, corporate bastards. Playing this, terrible music. Dream Weaver, weakening crew..."

Ugh..."Dream Weaver." Then they wonder why people come back with guns.

All the bosses of the department are behind me in a meeting room surrounded by glass walls. The can clearly see me, my computer monitor and everything I do. I'm not worried about what I'm doing on my computer (most of them hardly know how to turn one on) I'm worried because I think...I'm fall....I'm falling...oh...me sleepy...

...zZz zZz zZz...zZz zZz zZz...zZz zZz zZz...

HAHA! Cat in a jar! Cat in a jar! BONSAI KITTENS! HAHA!

I found hits coming to my site from another site called ANGRY MONKEY. I took a look around and found the following blog...

"I like this guy, but I am figuring out why still.

I'm going to bribe him to make me a monkey icon.

...update DAVID SLIOZIS!!! You have not one single way to contact you on your page.

I am disappointed."

The monkeys are in demand! Oh and I fixed the contact issue.

Sorry people, I've been pretty busy on KYLE'S new web project. Above is a little taste of what's to come. That's a picture of Kyle and Sarah's dog, Krycek. I've become a silent pixel-wizard in the last few weeks, all started with those damn monkeys. Anyway, I'm big into it now and I hope Kyle's project turns out nice.

Kyle was looking into Mattel for a new job...

StickBus: how did mattel go?
Acapriccio: pretty good. they have a PHENOMENAL benefits package
Acapriccio: and some openings I could do
Acapriccio: the downside...
Acapriccio: they're working for barbie.com

The only real requirement there would be a Captain America action figure on his desk...

HOME

OSCAR NOMINATIONS

CONNIE quote about Anthony Hopkins:

"He's not scary, he just jumps around alot."

He's 65, how much jumping can he do?

My father is signing us up for a sign language class...

MikeISP: I called to sign up for the class. The guy was out of the office. He is hearing impaired so I'm not sure how he is supposed to call me back.
Stick Bus: that's nice dad...

Wild Honey by U2

In the days
When we were swinging from the trees
I was a monkey
Stealing honey from a swarm of bees
I could taste
I could taste you even then
And I would chase you down the wind

You could go there if you please
Wild honey
And if you go there, go with me
Wild honey

Did I know you?
Did I know you even then?
Before the clocks kept time
Before the world was made

From the cruel sun
You were shelter
You were my shelter and my shade

If you go there with me
Wild honey
You can do just what you please
Wild honey
Yeah, just blowing in the breeze
Wild honey
Wild, wild, wild

I'm still standing, I'm still standing
Where you left me
Are you still growing wild
With everything tame around you?

I send you flowers
Cut flowers for your hall
I know your garden's full
But is there sweetness at all?

oh oh oh

If you go there with me
Wild honey
Won't you take me, take me please
Wild honey
Yeah, swinging through the trees
Wild honey
Wild, wild, wild

Christ...

"C" just said he goes to square-dancing CONVENTIONS. WHAT!? Square-dancing conventions? They probably share convention center space with the Beanie-Baby freaks.

And apparently, according to "C," square-dancing is a "mental art." It's like "a big game of chess."

I really want my cubicle back.

SARAH's blog made me laugh out loud at work. It's always embarrassing when your laughter cuts through the silence and then you're forced to explain yourself. I couldn't easily say, "I wasn't working, I was reading Sarah's blog." I used the old, "I was thinking of something that happened this weekend." I think it worked.

Anyway, Sarah's mention of ghoulish apparitions in their apartment reminded me of a conversation I once heard...went a little something like this...

LIBRARIAN
I don't remember seeing any legs, but it definitely had arms because it reached for me.
STANTZ
(excited) Arms! Great! I can't wait to get a look at this thing.
VENKMAN
(to the girl) All right, miss. Have you or has any member of your family ever been diagnosed schizophrenic or mentally incompetent?
LIBRARIAN
Well, my uncle thought he was St. Jerome.
VENKMAN
(looks at Stantz) I'll call that a big "yes." (to the girl) Do you yourself habitually use drugs, stimulants or alcohol?
LIBRARIAN
No.
VENKMAN
I thought not. And one last thing. Are you currently menstruating?
HEAD LIBRARIAN
(shocked) What's that got to do with it?
VENKMAN
(snaps) Back off, man! I'm a scientist!

And thank you Sarah and Bruen and everyone else who made me feel good about my GPA. Although I still have to be honest and ask how hard can it be to get an "A" in an Acting I class. Regardless, Saturday my report card finally arrived, all chewed up and maimed. According to the credits I've earned I'm no officially a sophomore. Yeah! Dave Sliozis, 4th year Sophomore. No, that didn't sound as grand as I had hoped.

Finally I think I'm going to follow in KYLE's footsteps and shut down this site for a while. I really HATE the way it looks right now. I might just revert to a nasty-boring-premade-blog format for a while. Regardless, I can't shut this down now because I'm at work. Assholes. That felt good, I'm going to say it again…assholes. But I might think about shutting her down temporarily this week for official remodeling. I'll keep you informed of my decision.

And before I go...I'm working on my ROBERT PATRICK review...stay tuned, it'll be up in a while...

Okay, so out in DeKalb, Connie and Mary's computer was giving me crap and would not allow me to check my HSX stock. When I got home this evening, I logged in...and almost CRAPPED myself. According to HSX, I made over ONE MILLION HSX dollars today. My "Hannibal" stock went up 50 points, THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN! So I took a screenshot (to view click HERE) to prove that it happened. And if that wasn't kick ass enough...I won another HSX contest which can be seen under "CASH."

That RULES...

747 by Kent

Silence, like a whisper
Maybe tomorrow it won´t be here
So tomorrow we could teach them
Some new styles
You are such a killer
So shoot me down again
It wont hurt when the killing is done by a friend
Silence, like a whisper
So this is all we need
The full airconditioned sound of speed
A violent whisper
And this time it's for real
So this day I made plans for us to leave
Silence, why won't you listen
Maybe it's just me but sometimes it's impossible to breathe
A violent whisper
Maybe this time it won't hurt
Maybe this time it will bleed until I'm free

I made a catalogue of monkeys. When I make a new monkey, I'll post it here and in the new "MONKEY BOX" which can be reached by clicking the large monkey on the right.

I'm not sure who is listening out there at this hour, but good news.

I still haven't received my report card from Columbia, but today I received a letter from them stating that I, David Sliozis, made the Columbia deans list with a 3.750 GPA.

Okay, you can breath now...

So many monkeys. I'm reminded of "Project X" starring Matthew Broderick.

More monkeys!

Hero Monkeys
- Professor Xavier Monkey
- Batman Monkey
- Flash Monkey

Religious Monkey
- Jesus Monkey

Here they are...

The Lone Gunmen Monkeys
- Langley Monkey
- Frohike Monkey
- Byers Monkey

- Homer Monkey

KYLE scored me some code so that everytime you refresh, the monkey at the right changes...

Monkeys are fixed, no more Geocities.

Call me pathetic, but all I've done today is make monkeys. Here is the entire catalogue as of right now. Of course it will get bigger and I will be making changes to the monkeys as time goes on.

X-Files Monkeys (Lone Gunmen coming soon)
- DOGGETT Monkey
- Mulder Monkey
- Scully Monkey
- Skinner Monkey
- Cigarette Smoking Monkey

Hero Monkeys
- Hulk Monkey
- Captain America Monkey

Movie Monkeys
- Terminator 2 Monkey
- Braveheart Monkey

Friend Monkeys
- BRUEN Monkey
- JEFF Monkey
- KYLE Monkey

Monkey Feelings
- Angry monkey
- Sleepy Monkey
- Drunken Monkey
- Sad Monkey
- Dead Monkey

Again, I apologize the monkeys are still on Geocities so they might take a moment to load...I'll it fix later.

KYLE and I are brainstorming on my page. Kyle likes the monkeys and I think that's the direction I'm headed...muchos monos. Here's what Kyle said:

Acapriccio: if you're going monkeys, you've gotta go BALLS OUT monkeys

Now taken out of context, that quote could get a little nasty...