You're pseudo. You're fake. You lie to yourself every day. You'll lie to yourself about this as you read. You're living in your own mess of a world and you'll probably wade around in your horrible complacency until you die. Your applied knowledge is limited to paltriness, but only because your self-worth is measured entirely by how your acquaintances rate your attempts to comply; desperately trying to morph-- to mimic whatever crap happens to be at the forefront of the weekly tsunami of triviality. I'm talking to you, you selfish, ignorant, selfish, mediocre, selfish, ordinary, selfish, gullible, selfish, effete, selfish, inane airhead. Sometimes I think I hate you.

Don't you love it when morons learn a "big word" and then use it over and over? That's one sure-fire way to identify an idiot. Intelligence isn't determined by how many 4+ syllable words you memorize. A parrot can do as much.

Carlyn and I went to see The Day After Tomorrow. It was pretty exciting and I enjoyed watching it. It's nice to turn your brain off for a while and just watch pretty special effects and their supplementary loud noises. I still found myself questioning whether this could really happen or that could really happen. You can read this for a tiny insight on that area.

I was outside for about 3 hours today. This is the first time I've been sunburned in a long while. It has made me miss Pensacola again. I find myself missing that wonderful place about two or three times a year.

I'm growing fond of Linux. Like most others, I was raised in a Windows-only environment. Linux is more text-based it seems (at least when it comes to setting up servers, DNS, all that stuff), which I like. People often ask me why I like using text editors (like Notepad) to do things which can be done more easily with other software (like WYSIWYGs such as Dreamweaver). It gives me a better sense of control. I can actually see what I'm doing instead of just pushing a button or dragging something and having a program do all the work. That makes me feel lazy. I rather be buried in endless lines of code.

information:	http://sunearth.gsfc.nasa.gov/sunearthday/2004/index_vthome.htm
	http://dspace.dial.pipex.com/town/estate/vs76/trans.htm
	http://www.transitofvenus.org/index.html
video:	http://www.vt-2004.org/central/
images:	http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?p=news&g=events/sc/060104venus

rare humorous videos
reminds me of L.A. Gear, only more stupid
the.. SUPER GREG CONCEPT SITE!
Best. 404 Error Message. Oh, Ever.
This will be stuck in your head for days.
So good.
Darth Vader's LiveJournal
swirl
Sobredosis! This is wonderful.

And a joke: A dyslexic man walks into a bra.

http://www.nypost.com/news/nationalnews/25614.htm

I talked with Bethany today for the first time in nearly two years. I had missed her, and she felt the same; we were both glad to see one another again. We talked about old times, her trip to Tennessee for Bonnaroo, her boyfriend's dad who owns Sav-Way or something, and other things that I can't discuss or I might be hauled in for questioning. Seriously. But, I'm really glad we're back in touch now. We were good friends for a long time, years ago. Oh, and she saw Dylan live. I'm jealous.

Random photographs: ewok cup, conformist brother, breakfast of champions, dun dun dun, sunset.

bri270: How was Canada? Falco jr: awesome Falco jr: i want to move there Falco jr: it's like Europe in Quebec Falco jr: very liberal, nobody cares what you do Falco jr: it was pretty much an orgy of drinking and strippers

But we all knew that.

I'm asked about the lyrics in my info all the time. Here is the song. Right-click and choose 'Save Target As...' and you'll begin to download it. The quality isn't that great. It wasn't recorded very well, but it's still good enough. Here are the actual lyrics.

I wish I had a tiny island floating in the sea
Palm trees' sway don't get in the way, it's a tropical ease
And everywhere that I keep my silence, no sound returns to me
Just endless waves at the end of our days, the sighing of the seas

But yesterday's gone, I don't know where I come from, hmmm
Wonder where I'm going

The very last time that you saw me off I thought that it was understood
That I'd be gone for a very long time, I might be gone for good
And all that time, all the time, I thought you would never fall
It did not dawn across my mind the time that you lost it all

But yesterday's gone, I don't know where I come from, hmmm
Don't know where I'm going

Sometimes I feel like a tiny island floating in the sea
Palm trees' sway don't get in the way, it's a tropical ease
And everywhere that I keep my silence, no sound returns to me
Just endless waves at the end of our days, the sighing of the seas

But yesterday's gone, I don't know where I come from, hmmm
Wonder where I'm going

If you listen to the song, let me know what you think, even if you hate it. Comma.

I have a new e-mail address: brianhathcock @ Gmail.com. Gmail is wonderful.

It's still in the beta stage and you can only get an account if you're invited. Because it's still in the testing phase and hasn't been opened up to the masses yet, there are still many decent usernames left. I have a limited amount of invitations to hand out. If you want one, e-mail me. I think Gmail is going to squash Hotmail and Yahoo if they don't step it up a notch. Yahoo has already by increasing free storage to 100MB. Yet, that's only a fraction of the GB you get with Gmail, still for free. Plus, Gmail has better features. Blah blah, ramble.

Not familiar with Tobey Maguire's face? YOU WILL BE! Half of the movie was a steady shot of Peter Parker's face. Can we back the camera up, please? Another thing: what was with some of those voice-overs? The screams from some of the women were badly done, as were a few other yells that were so unnatural I laughed. There were a lot of comedians cast in this movie. I even saw Phil Lamar. I knew Stan Lee would be in it, but only for about 2.5 seconds this time. This movie was flawed and very cheesy, but I forgive because it is based on a comic, after all. I know I've been harsh, but it's not really all that bad (7/10). I guess sometimes I just hope for more serious effort, plot, costumes, characters, drama, development, dialogue, etc. Sometimes, not all the time, I want something that doesn't appeal so much to the lowest common denominator.

P.S.  You can skip the first hour because this is all they throw at you: Peter Parker's life sucks.