I took down my resume page. I did this because I think someone was able to figure out where I work (not hard as I list the hotel by name on the resume) and call for me there. The second shift guy told me they asked to talk to Turk of Hotelblues.com. Not the kind of thing I want to hear in the real world. I’ve talked about this before here. The last time it happened it was an old friend. this time it was a complete stranger. For whatever fucked up reason I consider that crossing some boundary.

Some chick working at a hotel in ohio found me via this google search ”gf management” and found my search page for those words. Now on the search results page it grabs the text around the search terms and highlights the terms. To help one find what they maybe looking for. Now on the search page for the terms ”gf management” it has two results. First one makes no sense it is a post on Firefox plugins. No words highlighted on that one. The second result is a post from 2004 about the management company that managed the hotel that I never ever saw. So I referred to them as something like the make believe beasts like Bigfoot of the Lock Ness Monster.

So prior to this post the only place one finds ”gf management” was that post. The gf was in the word bigfoot. Management shows up all over the place. But only in that one post with the term gf. The search page pretty much spells this out for you. But apparently that blurb of the search results and the highlighted words were to much for this person to comprehend. And in general I don’t want to associate with people with poor reading comprehension.

What irritates me more is that this person tried to tell me what is on my website. She was pretty sure she had read the terms gf management in a post of mine and wanted to get the dirt on them. Now call me silly, but I do happen to know what is on my site. In fact I’ve noticed that I get quite a few hits from google for the terms gf management. Let me say right now I have no clue what GF Management is like. I have no clue if they are good or bad. And I don’t care. Look around on the net. Do not call me at work. Email me or get ahold of me on aim. From here on in I’m not answering to the name Turk in the real world. Unless your really cute and want to do horribly nasty sexual things to me. And I would want picture for proof. Now you people looking for dirt on this GF Management can fuck off and leave me alone.

Just because I had mentioned to Gawain that I was going to geek out and post some case porn. The first shot is my old new pc. Then you got the new pc insides. Which I think I did a good job on with my use of zip ties. The old pc has the same number of fans. Yet some how it is noisier. The new case is slick as hell. It has a front air filter that can be pulled out and cleaned. It also has they handy hard drive bays that you attach two things (mounts?) that allows you to slide the drive in and out. Very hand for when you need to pull shit out and replace it.

And I’m happy with everything else about the new computer. All of the items I ordered have (so far) worked as I had expected. I went out and bought Crysis to determine what my pc was able to do. I’m happy to say I can run it on high and I get a good 40-60 FPS most of the time.

To round out this one above is my messy computer area. Also here is a new poll:

Do you build your own Computer?

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Domain renewal is another purchase I’ve been putting off. Like buying the parts for a new pc, ordering five more years of Hotelblues.com is a satisfying purchase. Now the domain expires in September 2013. 2013! That is the future man. Shit like that still blows my mind.

At the bar with my buddy the old bellman of the worst hotel ever. We are enjoying happy hour at Suds O’Hananans.

Update. We have downed beers one and are halfway into beer two. Beer three sits waiting for us to drink.

Update 2. Beer three is drunken. We wait for the waiter guy to get his ass over to our table for beer four.

Update 3. We finished beer four and wait for waiter guy to cash us out.

Here is the nightmare I had:

It starts out like some hot sex dream. Harpy Number One is naked and ready and willing. She smiles as I take my clothes off. When I’m naked she starts to laugh and says “You have a little dick!” laughing so hard she falls off the bed. Which is when I wake up.

What the fuck is my subconscious trying to tell me here?

Ten years. One decade. My god why have I been wasting my time with this for so long? Ten years of this and what has it got me? Nothing other than the loser claim of being fired twice because of it. Hurray! I just can’t seem to say much more than that.

Early morning here at work and I’m bored off my ass. I start to think about the phat lewt I’m going to get in the morning. Work is so dead. As it should on a day like this. I have a Tabula Rasa post I’m working on. I just don’t feel motivated to write stuff and I don’t think a post with just screenshots is very interesting at all.

Home now. Merry Christmas for those people that celebrate this day whether it’s for Jesus or for presents.