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Name: Tony
Gender: Male
Interests: spirituality, writing, reading, videogames, music, horror movies, HP Lovecraft, The Golden Dawn, comic books, board games, Babylon 5
Expertise: If I've got one, it has to be writing - newspaper articles, short stories, poems, etc. I'm also known to be a bit of a videogame shark, especially with fighting games.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
11/3/2004
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| So I've officially been at work for an hour and twenty minutes and I'm already out of stuff to do. Saturday's suck in newspaper-land because everything of any import gets done in advance, leaving me to sit around and listen to ITunes whilst I scratch my ass in a thoughtful manner.
And the worst part is that I'm broke right now so I can't even indulge in a tasty, yet expired snack from the 1970s vending machine in the lounge. Curses!
Some days I just think about sticking my head in the printer and letting technology do the rest. It probablly wouldn't hurt me too bad, but it would make a funny-ass picture.
 Can you believe these guys actually went to the extreme of creation Energon Cubes so their Transformers had something to fight over? Brilliance! I bet when they were kids, they tried to convince their parents to buy them a crapload of Footsoldiers so their ninja turtles had some worthy adversaries. | | |
| So there's this guy at work who wears a scarf ALL THE TIME. I'm talking indoors, outdoors, casual, dressy, tie, or sweater. It doesn't matter, dude's sporting the neck wrap. What I've really been wondering, though, is whether this is a fashion statement or whether he's just cold all the time. I'm leaning toward the fashion statement explanation because he's kind of a self-important doofus that thinks he can sing, but can't.
 Or maybe he just thinks it makes him look like he's in Harry Potter. Rock out with your c*ck out, little dude. | | |
| Was just sitting at The Cunt (for the first time in MONTHS no less) reminiscing about times past with the big man.
Like the time he set Salutric's hair on fire.
Or when the big man was gonna kick the shit out of me for getting engaged.
Or when Amy passed out after ordering $30 worth of food (a frequent repeater).
And the best: having the black dude automatically assume that Marcee was big man's "girl." Classic!
It makes me wonder how it came to be that I am one of the last few people still stuck in this crappy town. There are two people in this town that I ever see regularly outside of work. It makes me feel sort of left behind (Go Kirk Camran!) because it seems like everyone is getting on with their lives elsewhere. I don't know maybe it's a little self indulgent of me, but dammit it was boring hear to begin with. Now it really, really sucks.
I know the obvious answer is to move somewhere else, but that isn't as simple as it might seem. Where ever I go there HAS to be health insurance waiting for me or I'm screwed.
Of course I can always look at it like this... at least my life isn't as pathetic as Kevin's (re: his latest articles in Riverstages). Man, his pseudo-intelectual writing just leaves a smile on my face every time. Pretension at its best. That dude needs to get some dick and get it over with. | | |
| I haven't been around for a while, mostly due to lack of an Internet connection or the will to go to an Internet cafe on a regular basis.
So, you might ask (and you'd better) what has changed? Well, I've been hired on full time at the Telegraph Herald as a photo technician. What that means is I sit in a dark hole away from everyone else and use photoshop in new and interesting ways. Ok, what that really means is I sit in a dark hole away from everyone else and get more and more bored the closer we get to press time.
I figured, what better way to soke up some time than to make a new Xanga entry? Though no one is probably listening at this point, why the booj not?
So hear I am, baby, back and better than ever!
(OK, I lie, I'm not better than ever, I'm only slightly improved, as in my version number has gone from Version 2.0.1 to Version 2.1.1. But dammit, that still means I'm better and the gnomes that live under my bed think I'm great and darn its getting late and I've drunk a lot of caffeinne...) | | |
| Rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. | | |
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