Well Shit
So. A thing happened. Here's the skinny:
Woke up yesterday when the Maggleface decided it was time to go to the bathroom. He was all like, "Dad! Dad! It's five thirty in the morning! Let's go PEE!!!! YOU READY YOU READY YOU READY YOU READY?!?!?" And I believe my response consisted of something along the lines of, "Uh... grumblegrumblegrumblegrumblewhere'remypants?" And after he went and evacuated his bladder, I got back in bed and was like, "Huh... my side kinda hurts. Feels like I pulled a muscle in my side. Weird. I didn't do any extreme cage fighting last night..." And then I didn't sleep very well until the little fluffball decided it was time to poop at about 7:30. He pooped and I was like, "Huh... I still kinda hurt. Am I sure I didn't do any cage-fighting last night? Sure feels like I might've..." But I didn't. I had no way of knowing, but I didn't have a clue what cage-fighting pain was like. Not yet at least.
So, I played some computer games and chilled out with the dog until the fiancé woke up and we went to Big Boy. Still in some pain, I ate some eggs, sausage and a bite of her patty melt. Yes. She had a patty melt for breakfast, and that is the reason I love her. So we hung out there for a while and then we started heading over to Meijer, where we were going to be doing the hell out of some shopping. But, my side was still being all, "DUDE! I HURT!!! CHECK ME OUT!" So, at the insistence of B I called my Doctor and told them what was up and set up an appointment for a few hours later. So then we went and shopped. Went home and chilled for a bit before the Doc's appointment.
So, then to the doctor. Which was a thing. Got to answer a bunch of questions about what was going on then he started to poke me. And that's when I learned what pain was. Here's what happened:
*Poke*
"That's fine."
*Poke*
"That's fine."
*Poke*
"That's fine."
*Poke*
"DEAR SWEET MOTHER OF ALL THAT'S HOLY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
So, he sent me to the ER and gosh darn it if that's not when the fun started. Couple hours into the ER visit, B was still with me, Robbie and Lola came to visit and I got diagnosed with acute appendicitis. Which I promise you, is more fun that it sounds. Anyways, I've gotta take a nap, so I'll give the skinny on what happened from the diagnosis until now when I got home a little bit later. Peace ya'll.
-Jon
Sweet, Like Heroin
I'm typing on a keyboard, a full sized, non-illuminated from the bottom, honest to god keyboard, and I swear it's like using heroin for the first time. .. ... or I would, if I'd ever used heroin the first time... by the time I realized what happened it was more like the fourth time. Ahe the rest of the 80s were a blur. But I digress.
That was me trying to make the best of the fact that I just handed my precious precious lappy (Trillian) off to a DHL driver who probably makes less than I paid for in a month. No, really. I don't even make what I paid for it in a month... and with it's contents... it's priceless. But, alas, when the damn thing wont boot, sound wont play when it does, and I have this hideous pattern of horizontal lines that follow my mouse around like a shadow, it's time to say, "FIX THIS THING!!! PLEASE!!!!" And they will. Or I will slay them.
Also: I just took a look at a website, and -- as I do from time to time -- I looked at the source code. And I found out about the "DL" tag. The Definition List tag. The tag that has inspired me to redo the entirety of my website sometime in the next 47 weeks. But by the end of December of this year. .. ... Which marks two things that I've now pledged on doing this year of our lord two thousand, zero hundred, zero tens and seven. The other, of course, is to record an album.
The album will come, but it may be a bit in the making, becase to make it I'm going to learn how to use Garageband well enough to actually, like... record an album. Which is far beyond my current abilities in the program currently which involve things like saying "Hey! Look! A MENU!!!" Which is less than helpful when trying to record an album.
I am not, at this point, pledging to maintiain this website in any meaningful way for a bit... eventually, yes. Right now, no. Soon I will ask your patience and guidance and love... for now, courage.
-Jon
Like a Pheonix
The lappy is dead, long live the lappy.
That's right, I've been instructed by Apple Tech Support to nuke the harddrive and start fresh. This is not making Jon a very happy camper. I got this laptop because I was tired of reinstalling my OS once a year. I got this laptop because I wasn't supposed to ever have to deal with the same bulls*t kind of problems I'd been having with my desktop. I bought this laptop because it was supposed to cure f*ing cancer. Ok, fine... I've overstated... The problems, perhaps, aren't bulls*t.
I am Jon's incredible frustration.
-Jon
Oh Baby
Alright. This this just rules. Seriously rules. So many things that I had to find utilities to get done in Windows just work in OSX. So freaking slick. Aight. I'm going to go away for a while. I'll catch ya'll later. If you need me, I'm going to get iChat working sometime... maybe Adium. We'll see.
Oh, and if you want to try a video chat with me sometime, I'm game if you are.
-Jon
SIX FREAKING HOURS!!!
Ok. So. Yeah. Indianapolis. I wasn't in Indy when I left for work, 15 minutes later, it had been there an hour previous. Which was kinda impressive, don't you think? This is only solidifying the idea in my head that this Lappy will have super powers... The thing is, it then took the laptop three hours to leave seven minutes later. That's right. Seven minutes later. And Indy is about 240 miles from here, which at 60mph would put the Lappy here two hours ago... only the speed limit is more like 70. And we all know that truckers get paid by the mile so they speed. Always. So it should have been here (and by here, I do mean only in Kzoo) about three hours ago.
All of this has led me to the following conclusions. Firstly: Yes. My lappy will have super powers. Secondly: It may not, in fact, use said powers for good.
I'm ok with that.
-Jon
Wirelessly Waiting…
Ok. First off. Southpark just rules. Stone and Parker are freaking genius. I love it.
More importantly, I'm now wireless in the house. If you'd like to join the wireless network, called "Rupture Farms" (and if you can tell me what that's from without cheating, I'll give you a hug) - ask me for the password, and you can have it. However, you piss me off -- I'll change it.
Scary Movie 4 looks so rediculously horrid. AHHH HA HA HA!!! I'm updating from the couch!!!! THE POWER!!!!!! THE POWER!!!!!!!!!!!
Aight folks. I'm going to finish watching Southpark.
Check it, yo.
-Jon