Daljit of NORN!

Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a way to share that info via a link. Oh well. I hope Facebook, Twitter, foursquare, my personal website, and a wiki that dates my use of the name back to the late 90s are enough.

There isn’t a roll eyes graphic big enough. I am so disgusted right now. And this from a company that I’ve come to look to for doing the right thing. I guess we’ll see what happens once they review my petition.

Update 1: Oh, I almost forgot! On the form I had to submit, there was no text entry field where I could write a well reasoned few lines to state my case. I had a choice, submit links or a photo ID. Great. I really hope they do the right thing, because to have a company tell me that the name I’ve used online since before they existed is a bit ludicrous.

Update 2: Hmmmm… you know, the internet is a pretty cool place. Using the Wayback Machine (I think it’s called the Internet Archive Project now?) and (irony!) Google Groups, I’m trying to track my first use of the name. It looks like it was either late 97 or early 98, but I’m trying to pin it down more precisely.

Update 3: From what I can tell, it looks like the first time I used the name was November 9th, 1997 on alt.games.creatures. Embarrassingly enough, I’m using it in an exchange of… I don’t even know what to call it. Me and another poster were having an argument (but not really, no one was actually angry, we were just being silly) and instead of yelling at each other in context, we wrote sort of stories of what our imaginary army of computer game artificial life organisms were doing to each other, and (now here’s the really embarrassing part!) in it I refer to myself in the third person. Ugh. Apparently I was too cool for school. Ah, the indiscretions of youth! ;)

I have a pretty good track record with them, though. I’ve only missed 2 months in 4-5 years, both for major events. The first was when I was in the middle of my move to MT. The second was now, while I’m being consumed by the World Cup. I have like 6 cards good for 100 downloads each that I got back before they halved the number of downloads you get for your monthly fee. I’m going to enjoy using those and sticking it to the man. ;)

I don’t even remember what I was logging in to post.

Excuse me while I address this tomfoolery.

So I’ve been waiting for a particular domain to propagate through the net’s DNS servers. I thought to myself “Man, this is taking a while. You know, this may be taking a bit too long.” So I thought, let me try switching to a DNS server other than the one my ISP uses. I tried Google’s Public DNS (8.8.8.8 and 8.8.4.4 in case you’re interested) and it didn’t resolve there either. Curiouser and curiouser. Did a name server lookup (in windows command prompt: nslookup -debug yourdomain.com) and found that oh look, the DNS records are actually point to Dreamhost like they’re supposed to. So what gives? What’s going on? I think something curled up and died on Dreamhost’s end when I tried to set up the full hosting for the domain. I’m going to park the domain, and then set it back to full hosting to see if I can’t get it unstuck. Surely my cunning plan cannot fail!

If it does fail, I’ll just e-mail tech support because I don’t know if I’ll be able to kick start things at my end. Curse you server errors! You’ve cost me valuable time in which I could have been hilarious!

At work, they reset your sick and personal time each year in December. They pay out any unused time and start the counter over. You get all your personal time at once, but your sick time trickles in a few hrs each month. Since I went home early on Saturday, I have like 3 hrs left. If I’m still running a fever tomorrow, I’m going to have to call out and use my personal time which really kind of sucks. Especially with the whole starting a new position and all. Oh, and the being in training bit, which ends this week. I hate being sick. I hate goofy company policies even more, though. Who the hell resets sick time in the middle of COLD AND FLU SEASON. Truly an inspired decision.

I’d rather not call out, but I guess it all depends on how I feel in the morning. I’ll end by quoting myself from a previous post where I quoted the Despair newsletter: “Rock out with your frock out!”

That still makes me laugh. Isn’t laughter supposed to cure disease? Laughter? I’m sure I heard that somewhere once.

The web form asks: “Share how Picasa has changed the way you edit and share your photos. Send us your story.”

My proposed reply:
“How has Picasa changed the way I edit and share my photos? Simply put sirs, it has stopped me from partaking of either of those activities. I find that when I wish to organize photographs, being kicked in the Mean Bean Machine™ is a strong disincentive to do it again! Also, the prejudicial behavior shown by Picasa towards certain, seemingly random photos, taken with my various digital cameras which cause the program to either crash to the desktop or hang makes me drink to excess, which is clearly playing into Picasa’s hands, as now i am just as drunk as she is and wont mind the beatings so much. And the willful misreading of date stamps? The less said about that, the better. But I am strong. I am not an object to be abused. I have left Picasa, and now live in the shadowy underbelly of the world of digital photos. Sure, I still take new photos, but i keep them in simple directories (My Photos/[Name of Event]) on a hard drive that Picasa does not scan, safe from her prying eyes. I rarely share them, lest her sister, Google Talk, tell her of my infidelities. I most certainly refrain from editing them for that would certainly bring Picasa’s heavy, booze fueled backhand to fly across my face. In closing, i have been deeply psychologically impacted by Picasa and will never share and edit digital photos again. I hope you’re happy.”

Some substitute ramblings:
I hate the Sci-fi channel for canceling Stargate SG-1. Those guys are a bunch of fuckers. I hope everyone involved in that decision suffers from STDs, knowledge of which gets leaked out and causes them to be fired for embarrassing the company. Whatever disease they get, I hope it burns every time they pee. EVERY TIME. And itches too. Or they could just contract Ebola. That would be cool too. Buncha goat-bastids.

I’m hungry. But I’m also feeling kinda lazy (like that’s news). I tried Wendy’s new sandwich called the BACONATOR last night. That was… something. Two (or three?) 1/4 lb slabs of beef with 2 slices of cheese and 2-4 strips of bacon on top of each. Ketchup. Mayo. Bun. That’s it. I ate the whole village thing. I eating that monstrosity shortened my lifespan. By like 50 years. I’ll probably drop dead of a heart attack next week or something. But you know what? I REGRET NOTHING! I’d do it again. Except I’d tell them to keep their nasty ketchup. That just didn’t go well with the BACONATOR. Surprisingly, my hunger is what made me think of the BACONATOR, not the other way around as is so often the case. I wanna go get some Taco Bell, but… meh. I’m just not up to moving right now. Let no one ever claim that I don’t know why I’m a giant fatass.

As of last Thursday, I am now the proud owner of The Definitive Twilight Zone Complete Series Edition Box Set of DOOM. Or something. All the episodes and a bunch of commentaries and lectures and interviews by Rod Serling and some of the actors. I am no longer tied to the Sci-Fi Channel’s marathon at New Year’s! I can stage my own! I think this Thanksgiving, I will lock myself in my living space with infinite food and watch Twilight Zone episodes until I end up in a coma brought on by a cessation of beta wave brain activity and the rising of alpha wave activity to such levels that would drive most neurologists to drink were they to consider it.

I leave you with this, for no reason other than I found myself thinking of this suddenly:
“We are dreamers, shapers, singers, and makers. We study the mysteries of laser and circuit, crystal and scanner, holographic demons and invocations of equations. These are the tools we employ, and we know many things. Fourteen words to make someone fall in love with you forever, seven words to make them go without pain, how to say goodbye to a friend who is dying, how to be poor, how to be rich, how to rediscover dreams when the world has stolen them from you.” – Elric the Technomage

That is all.

4 bottels of booze left
i still gotta wake up early tomorow and sunday
to9 it hink

hahahah im so entertained right now

um…… less than 24 hours.
0 change of hangoves (*like thats happening HA!)
complete dispoalsal of all evide ce

thats the trickiest part i think. fucken bottles. i’m gonna get my nickel back for em i hope. if not, they’re totally going in some random dumpster. SRSLY, there’s no need for this shit, but it tota.llly is happening anyway and it sucks

I bet thits will be real funny to read tomoorrw.

yo its like 4 am here. i gitta gote to bed. errr, i gotta get to bed. i set my alarm before i got toasted, so i know it’ll ring tomorrow. i just dont know when, and it if sit a time where i set the alarm, its probably early, so i shoudl seleep.

“Dude. Wait… what?”