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Ahh, the freshly squozen thoughts of Dalum. I try to post as often as I can, but sometimes life is just too busy to get stuff out in a reasonable amount of time. Please enjoy my random thoughts and drop me a line if you like. 

Thursday, January 12, 2006

1/12/2006 12:52:00 PM - Ugh... Horrible night sleep. :(

I had a nightmare.  It doesn't happen very often but it does happen.  I had this dream that G and I were in some mega-mallish type place that resembled an airport too.  It was connected to UD's new apartment (in my dream) that he moved into.  He invited me to come in and see his new place.  We got lost in the corridors as he ran ahead to get the door open.  Somewhere along the lines G had disappeared.  I ran frantically through this conglomo structure and found her in this arcade that is alwys in my dreams.  Like some UberCharlesCheese.  The worst part is that in this apartment that UD was living in now, there were people leaving the place that were eyeballing my dear Freshness.  After finding her I just hugger her and woke up.  I had this fealing of dread in my heart and my chest hurt.  I'm not keen on the wierd feeling I got on this one.  :(
 
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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

1/10/2006 04:41:00 PM - Tonight, we test!

Yep, tonight is the night.  It's the end of the Fall season and the little doogers go and show off their skills to try and get to the next rank/belt.  There are some that I have full confidence in and others that I think will only get a low score to get a not so good colored stripe on their belt.  One of the kids has 2 younger brothers in the class along side of him.  Since the tournament, he's turned around and is acting like a student of the Martial Arts!  You can't beat that!  Honestly, I hope he scores well.  Tonight shuould be fun but it will be long.  That is the not so fun part.  At least they will be showing the techniques instead of doing the techniques to me.  I get some time off of my knee and they get to have fun.  Man, things will be awesome next season.  We just need to get there.  ^_^
 
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1/10/2006 09:11:00 AM - Humorous Rant...

ATTENTIONGlittery graphics, music and music videos are NOT cool to have one your MySpace page unless you are a musician with a MySpace MUSIC account...  That still DOES NOT QUALIFY YOU FOR GLITTERY SHIT ON YOUR PAGE!  C'mon, this is isn't circa 1995+ folks.  Web page layouts have evolved beyond flaming skulls, burning barrels, rotating biohazard symbols, infinitely walking Diablo characters & monsters, flapping winged faeries or angels, etc...  Just because the new wave of images doesn't resemble any of this crap I just listed doesn't mean that it's not just as annoying and system resource depleting. 

Change your layout. 
Change the colors.
Change some of the graphics.
JUST QUIT PUTTING THAT ANNOYING SHIT ON YOUR PAGES!
 
 
 
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