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.

Actor Heath Ledger dies at 28. He died. It should be news one day tops. Not the weeks and weeks of fucking tabloid gossip about this dumb sonofabitch. Other than A Knights Tale I wasn’t a fan. I’m as excited about his Joker as I was about his gay cowboy.

So it snowed a bit yesterday. Some jackass shoveled/plowed me in.

Bonus points for those knowing what the bumper sticker is about. What if it was a guests car? Which really doesn’t matter. How hard would it have been to come in and as about the car parked there “in the way” as it seems.

Here are picture from the new Star Trek movie trailer that played with Cloverfield. It is a good look at the USS Enterprise from the new movie.

Saw it over at TrekMovie.com. They released the trailer at the official site. So I downloaded it and took screen captures of what you can see of the Enterprise in the trailer. I’m just a huge geek.

CNN is fucking doing it again. I’m supposed to be watching a news station. Not the god damn tabloid channel. Britney Spears jesus. Britney Spears is not news. It seems CNN doesn’t understand this. I can’t wait for Britney to overdose like that blonde air head. Of these two idoits Kevin Federline is the smart one? Brrrr that thought just sent shivers down my spine. Come on natural selection, thin this Spears/Federline stump of a family tree out.

So I’m slowly getting back into reading. I devoured Crooked Little Vein and wasn’t sure what to read next. Months flew by and it wasn’t until after x-mas I picked my next book. Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson. One that I had heard about. One that seemed up my alley more than a little. Here is a small excerpt:

The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed sub-category. He’s got esprit up to here. Right now he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachno-fiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest. Where his body has bony extremities, the suit has sintered armorgel: feels like gritty jello, protects like a stack of telephone books.

I had a hard time getting into the book though. It has a weird flow that made it hard for me to read. Not sure how to describe it. It could just be me. The ending was also a let down. Just felt like it all ended so quickly. The Metaverse often made me think of Second Life (I have only dabbled). Although I’ve never seen anyone get cut to bits in SL so the Metaverse has one up on them there. All in all I enjoyed the book. I’m reading Gibson’s Neuromancer now, to continue the cyberpunk theme.

Hah.

I work for the owners of your old job and I have a couple of questions for you, any chance you can hit me up on aim?
They own the executive inn in Evansville, IN.. I’m just curious about your experience and maybe a little insight to why they’re running my workplace into the ground

See there was a reason I wrote about that hotel in Indiana:

If you read between the lines you will see that they ruin everything they touch:

In an interview, Vezzoso said the management style of the inn’s new owner, Noor Tejany, and his management style were somewhat different.