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My Big Brother

2008-08-15T12:33:00.000-04:00

The following entry may not be my best writing, as i do not feel very creative today, however recent events have left me inspired and i fear that if i dont get them out that they may fade and want more than anything to chronicle my current train of thought. I apologize for the length. I had a lot to say.

Years ago, my brother and i decided to get an apartment together. As anyone would do in searching for an apartment, we found a few places that met our criteria and set out on a mission to perhaps consider each of them as our future home. We ventured forth on this quest of ours one day but as my brother dove us to our second stop we witnessed a car accident. I do not recall the details exactly, but it seemed a car had ran a red light and slammed in to the rear end of an older car that had seen better days. Upon impact the older cars trunk popped open, vomiting an assortment of clothing. Right away it was clear that the accident was minor and that nobody was hurt but as i sat there thinking to myself "man, thats gotta suck. That guy has to pick up all his shit right in the middle of that intersection", my brother already had his car door open, and was making his way towards the mess to help the guy gather his belongings. He reacted instantly without consideration for his own mission to view the afore mentioned apartment, or how it could possible set his day back. He just saw someone in need, and helped.

After the accident, i thought a great deal to myself why my brother did what he did. Even more so, HOW he did what he did.

I wouldnt say i was a selfish person back there, however i existed in a state where most of us find ourselves. We witness someone trying to reach the top shelf in a supermarket, or a backpack unzipped mere moments from spilling its vital contents, and we pass by considering, "should i, or shouldnt i help this person?". Carefully weighing the pros and cons of the situation. Only, by the time you have reached your conclusion the moment has passed. Perhaps this is the introvert in me talking, perhaps it is the selfish side of me taking hold. Either way, its how i thought back then.

It was clear to me right away that what my brother had done was a simple, yet amazing thing that i wished i could do. From that day forth i made it my own personal goal to react the same way he did that day.

This one incident in my life has taken hold, and created some rather radical (by my standards) decisions. Im going to tell you about two of them now. Not because i want to prove to you - the reader - that i am a good person. I do it only because if you hear these stories, perhaps this rogue idea will creep its way into your mind, and you too will find a calming resolve to lifes little problems. I start with a minor situation that required 5 seconds of my time.

A few weeks ago i was standing in the U-Scan check out lane, and the (extremely) old man in front of me had droped a rather large clutch of US currency. it was a a fold of 20 dollar bills about a quarter inch thick. My brain instantly formed a list of possibles, from "wait till he walks away, and keep the money" to "Dont do a thing. its none of your business". As i started to consider my options, my brothers effortless reaction came to me, and without hesitation, i bent down to pick up the fold and alert the man that he had dropped it.

A simple story to some of you, but a great achievement for me. my second story happened to me this morning, and is why i am currently writing this.

This morning as i exited the expressway i noticed a guy a little younger than me standing behind his car at the end of the exit ramp. It seemed his car had died, and he was attempting to push it on to the shoulder as to not impede the flow of traffic. Quicker than ever, i thought of that fabled day where my brother helped the mystery man collect his clothing off of the pavement. I pulled up behind my distressed mystery man, and asked if he needed help. With a sigh of relief he explained to me that he had ran out of gas. Before he could say another word, i had my cars hazard lights on, and was helping him push his car to safety. I offered him a ride to a gas station down the road where he could purchase a gallon of gas in a portable container and get back on the road. As we drove to the gas station, he explained to me that i was the only one who had even asked him if he needed help. This shocked me.

It was at this time that i realized that i was on the other side of the fence. My brothers actions years ago had finally taken root, and i no longer considered my own setbacks by helping an individual in need. For some of you, this may seem obvious, however is it really? If i were to have read this years ago, i would also conclude that helping was the right thing. But if you cant think of the last time you helped someone in need, then perhaps you should consider my brothers actions as i have.

It was a great feeling, helping this guy out today, but it made me wonder why nobody else stopped. Why didnt anyone else ask if this guy needed help? As i thought about this on my final leg to work, i came to a rather simple answer.

I suppose those people just didnt have a big brother as great as mine.

-Demo

Bitter sweet

2008-08-04T12:51:00.000-04:00

The cappuccino i currently sip on isn't quite as bitter as i wished. Its hardly worth writing about but that seems to be a universal rule to interesting literature. (if you feel so obligated to besmirch the prestige of the word in comparison to what im doing here. which i do.)

A not-so-recent trend of mine is to ignore my duties of updating this site with mostly belligerent, sometimes tasteful mind vomit. The unfortunate truth is that i have nothing to write about. I find it easy (almost necessary) to write about downtrodden and blight, however i find it in short supply these days. It seems i am happy.

I came to this conclusion a few days ago, and upon realizing this ridicules string of facts, i became frustrated and wanted to write about it. Its an interesting idea to which i feel i need more time to consider before i can truly articulate the circus-like fucked situation i have woven for myself.

If i do not update within 24 hours, it means i am truly happy in life, and for this, you should shed a tear.

-Demo

Habbitual Failure

2008-06-03T09:28:00.002-04:00

Every morning i run the same gauntlet of tasks, however sometimes my brainmeats throw rotten thoughts into the equation and mess everything up.

This morning was no different.

The afore mentioned event that so gracefully (and unexpectedly) ground my morning to a unfortunate halt stems from the fact that two unlikely keys neighbor each other on my keyboard. One is the key i use to select my network settings (home or office) and the other instructs my laptop to hibernate. Considering i use both keys quite frequently, its hard to form a pattern associated with this step in my morning ritual, which is unfortunate because when it comes to little tasks like this i usually zone out completely and just do what feels natural.

I hadnt had any coffee yesterday because the weekend whiskey had burned a portal to hell in the inner lining of my stomach, and (much to my chagrin) tossing coffee (gas) in my stomach (fire) would have resulted in bad (death?!?). This being said, i was really enjoying my morning espresso. I had just locked KMFDM - Nihil into the cd player and kicked open new tabs on all my favorite web comics when i went to select my network settings.

NO! FAIL! HIBERNATE!

a deadly buzzkill that i blame entirely on the placement of my keys. And i thought my list of "things that are out to get me" was complete.

-Demo

Bloggery

2008-04-24T01:29:00.000-04:00

cant think. head beetles taking over.

its late. that never got in my way before but thiungs have changed. age is setting in and all the fix'n that come with such a thing. reguardless, thats not why im here right now. I am currently moving all my blog entires to blogger.com (to which i am half way through).

train derailed.

Im going to sit back and watch the boondocks for the next 30 min. I'll get back to updating my blog entires tomorrow.

Brad has lady parts

2008-04-23T11:19:00.000-04:00

Brad. step up. Seriously.

-Demo

Purge

2008-04-14T11:57:00.000-04:00

I just had my first morning coffee-shit. Im not going to define what that is because i fell it deems a certain sense of mystery. Instead i will only imply a wink to those caffeine guzzling "in-the-know" office workers that have been able to rely on that 15 min block of time every morning, so accurate that you have an outlook alert reminding you of your impending bowel disaster.

its clockwork.

Not much of a blog entry i know, but it hints at my current state in this metamorphosis of becoming one of you people.

-Demo

Re-Rebirth

2008-04-04T10:46:00.000-04:00

The hands of his watch proudly displayed the time over a large emblem that read “1 GB”. It was 9:45. Hardly early. Demo began to sit and think about a mantra he regularly proclaimed all those late nights forging something form nothing in front of his computer; “No Rest for the Wicked”. He hadn’t been wicked lately. Going to bed at midnight, waking up at 10am. His actions were that of a lazy house cat. But all things come to an end.

Recently, Demo had scored a job writing code for a datacenter and Monday was his first day on the task. Its funny how a mundane task such as getting up at an early hour can be so exciting to someone who hasn’t dealt with an hour so early in over 5 years. The idea of beating the sun off the line, and working out of an office on State street (down town Ann arbor) was all Demo had wanted, and more. His high caffeine, low sleep diet had returned, and so did the spark. He had gotten to comfortable with no bounds to restrain him.

No Rest for the Wicked.

-Demo

fin

2007-02-05T15:07:00.000-05:00

FUCK

i was wrong. tomorrow came and went, and now yesterday seems like forever ago. It seems i've lost the insanity i once charisised so god damn mu8chy. I need to regain what once was mine. My friends are all in boxes, and i assume have had their hand in my lost grip of the etended reaches of my mind, so i shall unleesh them out of fear of becoming normal. Perhaps them, my army of delicate soldiers, will reform my brainmeats. One can only hope.

Today i build. Hopfully i can construct a working NED for to keep track of my plans. I need a place to scribble my thoughts, and it seems the old NED lay in ruins. It has been re-built to many times, and requires a complete ground up type go. This will be the last post on the old site, as i need to motivate myself, and coffee + beethoven will only take me so far.

Thus the site.

"I have never thought of writing for reputation and honor. What I have in my heart must come out; that is the reason why I compose." - Beethoven

The trouble with retarded middle-aged women...

2006-08-09T15:50:00.001-04:00

CUNT. WHORE. BITCH.

I cant shake this anger that remains perched on my back like a well armed anger-monkey.

This morning began all well and fine, but thats not the topic of this story. NOOOOO no. today im here too weave a tale of sheer anger, with a one woman cast of retards.

Today, as i drove to work, i was behind a minivan. Not just any minivan mind you, this minivan would prove to be piloted by a gossiping, Oprah watching, mindless piece of cunt. Even worse, she was on a cellphone.

Getting off on the telegraph road exit, i cannot see anything in front of her. No matter, as a driver it is her duty to watch the road. everyone knows this, right?

Apparently she didnt.

BREAK LIGHTS. TIRES SQUEEL.

i react. swerve to the right, and lock em up, which puts me directly next to the unpredictable 40 year old bag of bon-bons. At which time, she decides: "OMGOMGOMGPOMGMOGOMGOMGOGMOGMG SWERVE INTO THE ESCORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

smooth bitch. way smooth.

Once again, i react. Like a battle scene out of mad max, she forces me onto the hill next to the express way, to which i am then forced to accelerate ahead of her, so i can clear the overpass pillions. if i would not have done that, i would be something resembling a red paste with bits of ford escort protruding from every which way.

Strange thing is, the whole time this is happening, no adrenaline. no shaky hands. no panic. all i could think was "you stupid cunt."

whoever you are, i hope you do the same thing to someone with an anger problem and a handgun.

-Demo

Hawks cant swim :(

2006-08-07T12:24:00.000-04:00

i watched a hawk try and drink water out of my next door neighbors faggoty little pond today for about 4 minutes. it tried landing in the water twice.

he shouldn't join the varsity swim team anytime soon.

fucking people and their fucking stupid bullshit trucks. i would imagine since i live light years closer to work now, i would encounter less stupidity. It stands to reason, the less you are on the road, the less you would have to dodge the in-bread moron driving the pimped out hillbilly battle-truck that slammed on his breaks because he saw a cop 4 miles away on the other side of the divided highway.

WRONG. SO FUCKING WRONG.

Cletis - with his 3 Confederate flags, sticker of Calvin pissing on 13 logos, and mysterious chunks of useless slag sliding dangerously around in the half rusted out "bed" of his "truck" - seems to have called his friends for backup. They know I've moved, and they've concentrated their forces on my morning 5 mile commute. I'd wage war, but his inbred family of reckless endangerment already owns over 50% of the weapons in the tri-state area.

*sigh* i think i have to shit again. what a day, what a day.

Fear and loathing on 96 aside, i was swept off my feet by some disheartening news today. My favorite win32 tool making duo (www.sysinternals.com) has been acquired by Microsoft. A sad day for windows developers everywhere.

*the eagle sheds a single tear*

what will become of me?

~~Emo~~ Demo

Deathquake2006 (TM)

2006-08-03T11:25:00.000-04:00

i was going to title this piece "deathquack" but i thought "deathquake" sounded tougher. once i tuned that bitchn title up with the year, i almost fell out of my seat.

you are in the presence of a god (title)

anyshit, its been months of busy, weeks of heat, days of moving and hours of lack of car/internet... but im back.

Ive been spackling some shit and poo that will inevitably make the website better. the new design is underway (but i think i lost the original copy, so i may have to completely remake it. i know. gay. i blame the smurf female. she will be the first to feel my wrath)

Its less hot than Africa today, which is a good sign. A change of pace from all the other signs (of the apocalypse) we've been having.

Party next weekend for anyone who gives a fuck. for those who dont, i could care less. you're a fucking ass fucktard piece of shit in my book, and my book was written by The Immortals with the blood of the ancient red dragons of Zel'Baki, in the script to which only the keepers of the Legendary Masonite Hammer of Gordar can decypher.

ya. i win. your party sucks, ours rules. eat a dick ok bye.

-Demokins

wow. just wow.

2006-05-17T12:38:00.000-04:00

Download Trailer

OH EM EFF GEE

2006-01-04T05:33:00.000-05:00

The ability to judge color

2005-11-08T03:22:00.000-05:00

The type of red that told him it was swimming 24 hours ago. It was the best thing in the microfreeze, so he ordered too much. zero worry. He loved fresh tuna.

The place was devoid of customers, which left plenty of room for atmosphere. Demo pretended to be in Tokyo again, lost in the maze-like allies of Shinjuku West. It felt good to be back among the chaos of the pachinko parlors and long coat karaoke wranglers.

English... fuck. Like a dream Shinjuku was gone, replaced by a Japanese girl smiling, speaking perfect English. She was there to deliver the miso. In perfect American form she placed the bowl lazily down forcing him to rearrange everything. He bit down hard on a Japanese faze of thanks. She wouldn’t understand anyway.

He thought long about the past few days. Eventful and unexpected as they were, he enjoyed every minute. He was getting in deep when the display on his Nokia flashed "Bradthx". That’s when he realized it had been days since he talked with brad. He thumbed a button, and the device came alive. "Hey Hey". The Usual ACK/SYN. Conversation between them was a dance of reference and obfuscation. The introduction of the "Cryptonomicon" into each of their lives had changed the way they would communicate forever. No straight talk. Everything broke apart and forced down a mental 3DES tunnel. Secure. Not because they needed it, because it was fun.

The conversation lasted. Lots to talk about, but the sushi was gone, and Demo needed some go juice. He dropped the call, and threw money at 3 people. America was funny like that. Gotta tip everyone.

"Quad latte. Make it big", he thought, but it came out edited. "Large latte. Extra shot". Most coffee jockeys didn’t understand when you requested a quad anything, so he was forced to order in long form. Brief exchange of paper for caffeine, and he was go.

He forced his backpack to vomit its contents all over the table. A digital graveyard of technology took shape. Demo started hitting power buttons. Like a necromancer breathing life into a boneyard, the table was his army of undead. He kicked open a few tunnels to servers across the world, and collected information for his night of assembling code. The Nokia was dancing again, this time it cautioned "Fay". The expected call of the night. Fay was working on an optics bird for google. A tall order, but nothing he couldn’t handle. The two would meet and talk about technology every week or so as a sort of mental business vacation. He'd be there in 20 minutes.

An amazing piece of talent destroyed the focus Demo had on his deck. Tall, thin legs. Unique face. She dressed exactly the way she needed to, but made it look like an accident. Demo saw the guy next to him notice the talent. They exchanged a secret smirk. It was a complete conversation in one volley of expression.

Just in time. Fay arrived and the two talked for hours. By this time, Demo didn’t want to type anymore.

::CLEANING_CYCLE_COMPLETE::

2005-10-30T23:44:00.000-05:00

Demo woke many times throughout the day, this being the first his head wasn't spinning from the night before. It was dark in the room, which meant for the same outside. He glanced over at the vaccum fluorescent display. It read 8:21P. Perfect.

Demo rolled, and forced his body to move. He worked his legs as a hatchling first using its wings. There was no pain anymore but no feedback either. His head was clear but empty. It had taken all day, but his body had filtered out all the poisons he had pushed through it, which caused a reboot. Now it was time to load.

The shower was cool... refreshing... but he didn't spend much time there. He was in a silent hurry, being driven by an unknown source. He enjoyed this, for he always felt he represented a large potential force, with absolutely nothing to drive him. But now there was an unidentified gravitation that focused him to a laser point, cutting through space. He put on his pants, and packed his gear... and then he was ghost.

3 blocks and many subconscious bouts of warfare later, he was at his den. A haunt which supplied caffeine and net access. The two things he felt naked without. He ordered something that sounded intrinsic and long winded with 4 shots of go-juice. He was ready, prepped for battle. He punched in his password, and dove in.

Lights flashing in representation of his current work load, he sat back and waited. His deck wasn't as fast as it should be, but he didn't have the goods to tune it right now. Regardless, this gave him time to survey the biomass that surrounded him. Many faces. Avatars for many minds, all of them meat. One girl was desperately trying to clean a table in attempt to prepare a valid work environment for her (almost clinical) discriminating taste. Demo noticed her shirt, which was designed to cause focus on her breasts. He hated when he caught his testosterone poking through his mental firewall. Pointless. He focused on the lifebook and began his work.

9am special

2005-10-24T13:21:00.001-04:00

Light.

It was 9am. The bright glow of the omni-lights lining Demos bed confirmed it. Blindly, he reached up and thumbed a switch on a flat device to kill the flood. Morning was here, and there was nothing he could do about it. Demo sat up, taking the open book labeled "Network Intrusion Detection (Second Edition)" off his chest, careful to keep his place from the night before. Without thought, his arm swung back and grasped for a can of coffee covered with Kanji. While slamming the import in one quick action, he leaned over and pressed a key on his deck. Two seconds later, a stream of music from London was piped into the room. He rubbed his eyes once, and grabbed the copy of "Neruomancer" with a marker stuffed about 150 pages deep. For the next hour, he was somewhere else.

3 chapters later, Demo was reluctant, but ready to enter reality. Pulling out his chair, he opened a small tin labeled "Penguin mints" and consumed 3 tabs of self destruction. They dissolved in his mouth, releasing chemical dependency into his blood. He punched deck.

A message from V.

The info he needed for the contact in China. Just in time too. The Chinese government was starting to develop laws on VoIP, and he wanted to sneak in before the curtain came down. He forged a friendly letter to his contact, dripping with digital honey. The technology was good, it would fit them like micropore, if only they'd hear him out. He proofed it twice, then hit "go".

Minutes ticked, he blacked for 20 of them. After a few brief conversations with friends, he packed 2 books, and his lifebook. As he left his room, lights turned off, monitors went black, and the stream from London flat lined. They would save their energy for his return.

Rehab. they're back

2005-10-18T14:24:00.000-04:00

----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Skillet_Warrior
Date: Oct 18, 2005 12:22 PM

lemme start off by saying i absolutly love "Southern Discomfort". theres not a single song on that album i skip over when its in my cd player. When i first came across that CD, it wasnt removed from my deck for a solid month. (and it still remains among the top 10 in my book of many)

That being said, i just stumbled across you guys on mysapce and didnt even know you had a new CD out, so i jumped at the idea of adding you to my list. I listened to the songs you have up and actualy had to double check if this was the same Rehab i loved. Sure enough, it is. What happened? i mean, you guys still sound good and all, but it seems you went a little main stream. You had such a unique sound on "Southern Discomfort" i often had trouble trying to describe your music to friends, resulting in a "just listen to this goddamn CD" which often resulted in their bewilderment.

I guess, to boil it down, im asking:
A) are you guys going to put out a CD like "Southern Discomfort" ever again? or is that the last of this style?

B)This is all at first glance, so please correct me if im wrong. I havent really given the new songs a chance yet... but damn.... "Southern Discomfort" was really fuckn good.

-Jim
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: REHAB
Date: Oct 18, 2005 12:38 PM

Thanks skillet warrior
Southern discomfort is a classic and unfort like a lot of underground classics , it only sold 140 thousand units ,. no matter how good it was and no matter how long you and other people kept it in their cd players.
Yes this is the same Rehab . it is Danny . go to www.rehabmusic.com and stream 6 of the songs for free before buying the new record .
this is more of a band and less beats , its a bit more musical ,but same subject matter ,listen to the lyrics , songs like graffiti the world , we are doing this independennt of all labels and we gotta try to eat . unfort 140 thousand records means beeing broke and losing your house
I hope this email has shed a little lighton your question . listen to our music with open mind and realize that every one revolves , we hope you do too.
Peace
Rehab
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Skillet_Warrior
Date: Oct 18, 2005 12:46 PM

Thanks for the quick responce.

I'll hit your website and give it a go. That really is a bummer that it only sold 140,000 records. I honestly cant imagine why. At the risk of sounding cliche', maybe you guys were ahead of your time. People listen to music execs, not the music itself. Trends are hard to kill, even the shitty ones.

I'll give the new CD a try. I know you guys wont let me down. Your lyrics and mood is what drove "Southern Discomfort", and im sure that will shine through in your new release.

thanks again for the reply.

-Jim
----------------- Original Message -----------------
Date: Oct 18, 2005 12:53 PM
Subject: RE: RE: RE: what happened?
Body: any time , And you are right , souther discomfort was ahead of its time , we couldnt even get a second single on radio ,and that is why we left the Executives and the freaking label (sony) so now we do this our way,but we gotta get in the door first to break the Barriers down , so maybe thats why we get a little defensive when people go back to the first Album , we just want to break to Norm , get on top and then switch it up . gotta play them the way they been playin US . But i assure you we didnt sell out or we would have resigned or stayed on a major label .

Thanks for the support '
Let me know what you think of the new album , when you have spent some real time with it .
good or bad

link for fuct

2005-10-14T04:47:00.000-04:00

I was IMed this link just now, and instantly thought of you.

"I have to show this link to my brother. He'll explode with violent laughter."

http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=23399

-Demo

Design Ideas

2005-10-12T05:55:00.000-04:00

I was playing around with a few new layout ideas. With all the new options i want to build into the site, its becoming overwhelmingly clear how much i need to revamp the layout. While im at it, i figure i might take a stab at a face lift. I made this graphic tonight, and im pretty happy with how simple i kept it. I tend to over design things. After playing with it for a bit, i came up with this simple layout, with the words "Social Virus". I liked the idea of information being socially spread without someone even knowing. Slowly taking over, like some kind of subconscious voice. Anyway, heres the graphic. I may run with this for the new design.

-Demo

GOOGLE HATH SPOKEN!

2005-09-22T01:53:00.000-04:00

Results 1 - 10 of about 2,850,000 for fat people are gross. (0.32 seconds)

My newest opus

2005-09-19T19:44:00.000-04:00

Lovely, isnt it?

-Demo

Advent FUCKING children

2005-09-18T16:34:00.000-04:00

OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG

ANYONE THAT WANTS TO SEE THIS MOVIE, COME THE FUCK OVER TO MY HOUSE. ITS OUT GOD DAMN FUCKING STANDING.

This movie totaly makes up for the follies of the first FF movie. omfg it was so dead nuts on with the video game and such. Chalk full of inside knowledge. Some of the charaters they dont even bother to introduce, 'cause they're like "wtf ever, we know you played the game, so heres the fucking cast."

only two things that didnt happen, which i wanted to:

Tifa didnt wear hear sex suspenders :(
Cid never fought with a push-broom

-Demo

your shit is bananas?

2005-09-14T16:07:00.000-04:00

NEW LOGIN SCRIPT!

ive moved to a new (much better) login script and message baord. Heres a list of all the users in my Database that ive moved to the new system:

MrMooEar
vbx
Happy Robot Crank
fuct
OtterPop
badd54
Pixel
Megan
geekfiend
DieTrying
fragile
Michelle Farino
FuzzyNutz
konan698
DrenIV
Ugliarch
BigPapaHoss
Super_Ordinary
JAS0Nx
america01
JimineyCricket
GoldenJohn
NetwrkMonkey
Bret
TheLostOne
The Phantom God
Seabass
cwatt
ayashino2611
Necromancer_x
fatalist.remix
whencouragefails
Mary
Joshcoolmax
Jester
Danni
GJ
Mitchel
bradthx

Take a look through the list and tell me if you own any doubles. If you have a username you dont remember the password to, email me at Demo@neverendingdoom.com, and put "password request" in the title.

If you do know your password, i urge you to log in and change your settings. I put in bullshit emails for everyone, and all the other options were whiped (because im way fucking lazy)

LOG IN, FIX, ENJOY

-Demoman

The god of blasphemy

2005-09-13T15:00:00.000-04:00

Today is my special day of sacrifice and repentance. i celebrate by drinking coffee and accidently sleeping too long.

Im still stripping down the website and rebuilding it, like some sort of virtual bob the builder. Give me a few days, and things should be grand again. Ive also been doodling ideas for a comic down, but who knows if it will ever come to a white head for the public to pop.

Aside from that, i have a cool game that im gonna start up based off this website. Ive been talking to a few friends about it, and as it stands its gonna be like world war 3, but with more laughing and less nukes.

-Poopypants Facelift

Dust to dust

2005-09-12T02:14:00.000-04:00

[witty intro]
Silly little update
I've been busy moving into my new apartment. Ive also been working on redoing the site. The move is done, the site is not.

Ive got some stuff in mind, and hopfully tomarrow (today) i'll get to it. Im only a few blocks from coffe/wireless, so ill be working a lot more on side projects such as this.

expect more in the futre, for you are human, and its your ineveitable instinct to do so.

-Grubby McKibbersonskimavich

Helping with homework

2005-08-17T13:57:00.000-04:00

Theatre has always been a passion of mine. It was through my theatre experiences that I learned that I

[Demo takes over]

could harness the powers of the undead. With my new found omnipotance, i conqured cities, and layed waste to all that dare confront my hedgmonic intent. Everymorning i would eat the children of my enemies, drink of their marrow. With fire in my eyes, and lust in my veins, i ruled all that man had created. I now reside on on my throne, utop a pile of bones, striped clean by the bleaching desert sun. None shall confront me ever again.

the end.

or is it?

The big hit

2005-08-11T19:57:00.000-04:00

every player has a username and kill count (witch will result in 1-5 titles dependand on the familes nationality)

every boss has to be verifyed by the game councile

every players actions are to be policed by the boss. if cheating occures, the boss may have to suffer reprocussions

there will be a complaint section. each fair-game complain will be researched by a council. 3 fair-game compaints, guilty or non guilty, will equaly a death.

complaints will be posted for bosses to view at any time on any team. regular players will only be able to view complaints on their team. these complaints will be listed on every messae board post, and on every players profile.

in extrem cases the right to complain about players can be revoked, if the comapliner is a habitual overuser.
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players have the right to stage violance internaly in their family
players will declair failty to a leader.

website will automaticly declaire faction status. whos at war with who:
status between familys
status between races
status will be declaired by the kills already taken, resulting in averages.

families not only have the option, but are incouraged to build ties with other familes.

familes will have the option to have sister familes in other cities.

other cities will be considered out of game area kills, and will not be considered a kill for an assisting out of area family.
(this may pose problems, people may build out of city pods of players as backup)

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users must provide information about their life. there will be many questions to choose from.
each question will have a point value awarded to it. users must complete a certin ammount of question points to be an active player

full home address

state

city

street

zipcode

work address

state

city

street

zipcode

usual haunt

state

city

street

zipcode

fridgeart v1.0

2005-07-21T07:45:00.000-04:00

:: N E W S ::

Fridgeart now works for everyone with a username.
Things that will be fixed in the future:

-It only works with .BMP files right now
-there is no compression, which causes for long download times
-the grading system is not yet finished

its 7:30am, im going to try sleeping again. If i cant get back to sleep, expect more productivity out of me.

-Demo

FF, THE MUSICAL!

2005-07-19T01:13:00.000-04:00

OMFG! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE DONATE MONEY TO ME SO I CAN GO SEE THIS!!!

the end is far from near

2005-07-18T16:29:00.000-04:00

Evils spirits have infected my lungs, and theres nothing I can do about it. Id love to rant today, but my mind just isn’t in the game. I’ve been sick for about 3 days now. Its not a raging illness that curbs my will to live, however it is bad enough to render me useless.

Later tonight im going to get coffee with brad, and maybe some brain work will come out of it.

Speaking of brad, we had a bit of a geek battle last night. He wrote a script to continuously hit the “bacardi shot” pics, as to increment the counter every 2 seconds. So I wrote this:


if ($_SERVER['REMOTE_ADDR'] == $bradsip){echo "i win.";}else{OutputWebsite}

It worked, until he began to attack from a different IP. So I had to write a quick program that would detect multiple hits from a single IP, and that IP to a database, and if it happened 5 times in a row, to add the IP to the block list (using the aforementioned line of code)

Geek fights are cool, and so are we. Holla

-Demo

more new stuff

2005-07-13T23:27:00.000-04:00

be sure to check out the "archive" button at the top of the page too. I updated that to be a tad more useful.

and im out

-Demo

PS> i really wish i hadnt eatten all my chinese food yesterday, i really want some right now :(

fridge-art version 1.rock

2005-07-13T18:59:00.000-04:00

HA HA BITCHES!

i toiled slavishly for a few hours to forge what will be my mighty Fridge-Art section. THATS RIGHT! its pretty much done. you may notice i changed the links on the left sidebar (finally). I'll update them a tad more later, but for now, it seems thats all you get. I will up updating Fridge-Art every now and again, however i urge you, the user to do the same.

Fridge-Art:
To use fridgeart, simply open windows paint, and start drawing. Save the picture, and upload it using the upload script on the fridgeart page. For reasons beyond your control, i have limited the upload ability to those with usernames.

Make sure when creating your fridge art, that your picture is 512x384 (this is the default for MSPaint). also, the script only supports BMP forms right now. When next i motivate myself with coffee, i'll expand on the option. Please feel free to start with your fridgeart now, as the upload will be debugged and ready to go in the next few days (if not tonight).

As always, any errors or suggestions, please email them to demo@neverendingdoom.com, where i will promptly (without a doubt) ignore the fuck out of them, and make fun of you to your peers.

-Demo

commercial observation

2005-07-13T12:27:00.000-04:00

Jared from Subway: wy do your lips look so weird?

Ditech: please stop.

Uno: thank you for finaly making waterproof cards

i miss flintones vitamins

i dont hang out on downtown roof tops singing about coke with all my friends nearly enough

Ditech: no seriously, fucking stop.

-Demo

Speed Readin

2005-07-11T17:59:00.001-04:00

The following is from Sifl and Olly, Season2 :: EP 14

Once upon a time in a castle made out of envelopes and used pinatas, there was a short prince named Allen and his robot dog Dogbot. The two loved to creep and hide in the huge castle hallways, ducking in and out of rooms, running, laughing and sliding down staircases in burlap bags like those huge slides at amusement parks. Occasionally, Dogbot would fall over in the middle of running when his batteries would suddenly die.

"Damn these steam powered batteries to hell!" Prince Allen would cry. He would carefully pick up Dogbot and carry it up the the wizards's private laboratory on the 7th floor of the castle.

"Did the batteries die AGAIN?!" the wizard would say, looking over his spectacles.

"Yeah, they suck man...I love playing with dogbot so much...I want him to always be on, but these steam powered batteries last such a short time...please help me." The wizard ran his fingers through his long beard and sat and though for a while.

"There may be a way", he said slowly, "Only it could be extremely dangerous and may cost you your life." Allen's eyes grew wide.

"Dude, I like Dogbot a lot but I'm not gonna risk my damn life for him...Geez...it's a toy...what the hell?... The wizard looked shocked. He picked up Dogbot and layed him in a solid gold box.

"I made Dogbot as a companion for you," said the wizard, "and since you are son to the King, it is my job to please you and make sure that Dogbot is the best robot dog companion since the one in the tv show 'Battlestar Galactica." Allen shrugged his shoulders and left. Later that night in the wizard's library, the tall magical man sat pondering on how to improve the dogbot, or at least create a battery with longer life.

"Perhaps I could fool the Prince," he thought, "and simply put a real dog inside a robot suit. The Prince would never know until the dog maybe ate something or went to the bathroom...it might work." He went out into the night looking for a dog that would fit inside the pre-existing robot. None could be found. Though, he did manage to find some roots, fiberglass, onion skins, and doorknob polish. The wizard took his findings up into the laboratory and began working. The most incredible thing was that he actually invented the "double A" battery and the plastic fork tosser thingy. Incredible.

"This has been my speech for the 1999 inventors of America Reunion Tour. I hope you have all enjoyed it and will enjoy the giant dogbot-shaped cake in lobby. My wife Dr. Gingham made it herself in honor of this wonderful gathering. Are there any questions? Yes...you in the back of the room.

"What ever happened to Prince Allen?"

"Well, that's a funny story and a good question actually. In 1964, archeologists actually recovered Prince Allen's bones. He died still a Prince due to the fact that the King was immortal and never left the throne. While examining the bones, researchers discovered that his rib cage was twice the normal size of people of his time. They actually determined that this was due to his having a huge heart. Apparently his love for dogbot made his life so wonderful that his heart grew and grew until it eventually it killed him, oddly enough. Next question please...and folks, please, not everyone at once; yes you there in the front row."

"Are the batteries we use today still made the same way that the wizard invented?"

"No. Next question please."

"I was wondering: you mention that Prince Allen died a Prince and something about his father the King being a manhole...what did you mean?"

"Ha HA, no...I said immortal. He never died...manhole...boy that was funny. I know I shouldn't laugh, the acoustics in this submarine are so poor, next question.

i know, i know...

2005-07-11T01:47:00.000-04:00

Correct, i havent posted in a bit. So fucking what. Ive been busy with this and that and a tad of the other thing, so forgive me if i havent been able to fill your life with meaningless dribble, from wence it came, i do not know.

Im not even sure if "wence" is a word, but that sentance sounded pretty damn facny, if you ask me.

So then, about my recent exploits on reality. Im currently working on boreing stuff you dont caare to hear about, so i'll skip all that poo. In other news, my caffine levels are staggering low, and im listening to di.fm -> chillout right now, so forgive my wit for its lack of stank. Ive noticed that people are starting to realize that the "Most Popular Pics" thingy i built increments each time someone views the pictures, hence, you have the option to raise the pictures popularity a great fucking deal all by your little ol' self. Ive taken the liberty to cheat, and put my "oldschool" picture at 9999. that oughta keep it at number one for a while. I know the site hasnt been sizing correctly latly, and there are tons of bugs. Im working on them ever so slowly, and i sugest you wait silently while i do so, or face possable ninja-style assassination.

Until i have something meaninful to say (or my next caffine induced craze-hour), im out.

-Demo

buwhaha

2005-07-03T03:26:00.000-04:00

you know whats a really funny word?

cockpit

-Demo

The hottest thing ever

2005-07-01T13:48:00.000-04:00

For those who have played "Space channel 5"

Tophats and Kitten Wiskers

2005-06-30T17:39:00.000-04:00

Have you ever hit your head on something so hard, you swear your bleeding, even though you've checked at least five times in the past 2 minutes, and no blood was to be found? Ya, so the fuck do i. I found and ate a donut for breakfast this morning.. it was delicious.

So lately, out of boredom, ive been drawing crude pictures in MSPaint. I think im gonna start uploading them to my website, and all the section "Fridgerator art" its gonna be totally sweet and cool. This i promise will 98.7% of my heart.

I'll work on that tonight with the aide of my loyal friend coffee. until that time comes, you'll have to plot around senselessly, you insufferable human being!

goodnight sweet prince.

-Demotastic El Extraordinar

i hate the tripple-dub

2005-06-28T21:51:00.000-04:00

HTML
FUCKING
SUCKS

3:29 am

2005-06-26T03:40:00.000-04:00

its 3:29am, and my head is reeling. Another idling at 1000mph moment in my life, and i dont think its going away anytime soon. forgive me for being non poetic right now, but im just not in the mood. My brain and body are terribly tired, but i just cant bring myself to sleep.

fuck it. im going to bed. i'll post more tomorrow, once ive had my coffee.

forgive me for wasting your time, dirty heathens.

-Demo

Ritualistic

2005-06-22T11:05:00.000-04:00

{fade in}
I woke up with my face in the hamper. When sleeping alone in my 2000 acre bed, i often have a tendency to be nomadic while im out. Last night was no different. Face down in a cavernous plastic void that reaches deep down to the floor, i realize my phone is playing the friendly "New Mail" jingle. Judge by the direction of the sound, i quickly gain my bearings on the room around me.

Its a CCed message from GJ, short and sexy. Good thing, it was the exact motivation i needed to get my sweet ass out of bed. I crawl like a wounded bird to the edge of my glorious bed and perform a controlled fall. As my body engages, all functions become nominal, and i realize that i am quite hungry. Shambling slowly to the fridge, i brace myself for disappointment, as i know i haven't got much in the way of edibles. To my surprise, i find a piece of pizza i made last night, yet hadn't the vacancy to eat. Without thinking, my hands quickly force the slice down my throat.

This is where things get a little hazy, i do remember sitting at my computer for at least a half an hour, but what i did, i cannot recall. I regained my hold on reality for a moment when i stepped into the cool spray of my shower, then promptly blacked out again.

Somehow i got to MWAA, and made my way to the coffee station. I remember pouring a cup slowly, as to savor the moment, then with a gentle embrace, picking up the cup with the utmost honorable intent. What followed was one of the quickest mood altering experiences i have felt. I grinned like a retarded child on Christmas, with my new found love in my right hand, all my gear in the left, i slowly made my way to the server room, raising my cup to other office workers in a gentle 'cheers' fashion.

checmical dependency:
n.
A physical and psychological habituation to a mood- or mind-altering drug, such as alcohol or cocaine.

im such a bother

2005-06-21T22:14:00.000-04:00

To whom it may concern,

I have now received two letters in complaint to my "noise level". I overlooked the first, because of the idle threat of my lease not being renewed when in fact, I’m moving out in a month. However, I have now received a second complaint about my "banging doors, and loud music" in the early morning, and late night, when in fact, I was not even home last night. The nights that I am awake, I work on programming and stationary computer related feats. I do apologize too my "fellow tenants" if indeed my gentle typing is keeping them awake “to all hours of the morning”, but regretfully inform you, that I will not stop.

I am the least of your trouble, and am writing this letter to inform you that all of this finger point has got to stop. I have been approached many times by my downstairs neighbor about "loud music" and "yelling" when indeed, nobody but myself was home, and my music was anything but loud. (I find it disturbing to program with loud music. Try doing complex math and logic problems with loud music, you'll quickly understand why)

Your problem may have stemmed from my neighbors, who did play loud music, and stay up later than I, however, it never bothered me. It also could have possibly stemmed from the wretchedly insane neighbor I have living directly below me. Either or, the fault is clearly not mine.

Please rectify this situation in print.

James Deakins
Apartment 6-208

!WARNING! mental vomit !WARNING!

2005-06-20T14:27:00.000-04:00

DEAR GOD AND ALL THAT IS UNREAL.

MY INTENST SUFFERS FOMR THE UNHOLY BLIGHT

I CANNOT RID MYSELF OF SUCH CRAZ UNLESS THE HEAD COMES CLEAN OFF, WHY FOR AREET THOUGH A PAIN MY MY EVER LOVING BRAIN FUCK SHIT DAMN RANT RANT RANT RANT RANT FUCK!

the end is near, the begining was just a taunt. a clever guise of love and hugs that came to bite when the time was right

plotting and waiting. ive said it before, the future has only what the past has yet to bring. there are no occurrences, there are no new boundaries unbroken. all is linear, all is possible. To what degre do we really live?

As i sit here and rant, my coffee gets cold, i get a few seconds older, and the world gets a few seconds closer to unlitmate demise. how so should we deal with our fate? is it really that far off?

new topic

the torn topic that was JTHMs initial comment on page 8. i loved that strip and all it had. his lyrical proformance oin the topic of humanity was outstanding to say the least. the distinct possab;ity that he was totaly right, is what makes it fold down upon itself and becom in faze, so as to reach a hulking power that is capable of crushing small cities.

the rush of intense feeling is that of the common man

why cant the rush come onto me> the romans buit aqua ducts, yet i cant build a simple cognizant thought pattern capable of tunneling through this filth in my brain. oh how i dispise thee, this brain of mine. i love this typing it feels so ogod, just to lt the poaths clear and the mind vvblend as a cameleion would do when it senses danger. Is my brain in danger? is my brain poerhaps the danger??

camouflage is not only a means of concealment as to perform acts of defense. Offence camouflage apers regularly in nature. is this the act of war on my pyci? is my brain willing to kill myself just so it to can die?

perhaps my brain is sick of hta rot-fest i have forced it to endure over these past few years. I want to cry inside,

like a child misses his mother, i miss my sanity
the sanity that once guided me down busy streets and across expansive highways.

i lost it in the crowd, and now all i have is my feelings. these overbear emotions that i wear like a crown of thorns. Perhaps this feeling of pain is only my outshell hardening. perhaps the flight of my "mother" being is not an act of violence, but an act of self preservation. how is one to live in life if one cannot rely on ones self? TWO

he felt lonely

i do read the past, i do read what i have wrote, and i do not believe i am the same person. I am a differnt man all together. i used to hate i used to feel unbridled anger for my surroundings. How did i progress to such a pussy state of existence? no anger, no pessimistic additude on life, i have only my sense of good and my complacency with life. the lite bugs me. turn it off i must.

gone the way of the do-do it did

Today i start anew, today i start with motivaction to thrive. Today i gain what i once lost in the desert of a relationship.

today i forfeit my happiness and complacency.

tomorrow, i wage war.

after all, nothing begat everything.

-Demo^2

Afropanda-2000

2005-06-20T10:38:00.000-04:00

sitting and waiting for life to rebound.

I feel the need to write. To rap away at these keys is such a satisfy action right now. All though i have no topic in mind, i feel the need to purge my brain-meats of all discouraging, and otherwise rotting wit. Its been a while since ive taken out the trash, and i suppose my head is starting to stink. I really do need to rant on this website again. The core reason as to why i began to ignore my duties was simple boredom. I had a large user base, and once that happened, the website changed. I was no longer in control of the content. For those of you who remember, i had multiple writers on the site then, and we all updated with wit and banter often enough for a daily hit to the site. I cannot say if this was the beginning of the end, however it went downhill.... and... i dont remember where i was going with this, but im sure i had an outstanding point.

Back to the battle with me i say, screaming fuck all along the way.

I will read the news
I will formulate opinions
I will vomit wit and rant all over this website again
and
i will love every minute of it.

This is a pledge to myself, and only myself. As i have said in all my previous posts, i dont care about you, the reader. i never have. This website a trinity to my fat boy, and these posts a ground zero for my brain. Now is the age of little man, a whole new era, with a sizeable order of magnitude.

[lateral referencing the atomic bomb site, and the first two warheads, for those who dont know HISTORY.]

until next post, fell free to tickle away at my email for help kickstarting my ass into rant mode. Topics are always grand, and i thank you kindly for whatever you may send.

-Fuck/Demo/Witty_The_Beaver/Case
(but you may call me Demo@Neverendingdoom.com)

mental ari+hmetic

2005-06-20T10:34:00.000-04:00

Fear: My brain is currently Defcon 1, with a terror alert of RED.

fuck fuck shit ass fuck. Its becoming overwhelmingly clear how abrupt my life has halted. Unintentionally, it seems i have idled my way directly into the duldrums of mental existence. Its going to take a crew of 80, to pull me out of this rut, however im mouth fucking a large cup of coffee right now, which we all have come to understand, is the source of my man-beast like abilities to rant.

Starting from the top, my brain has been swarming with head locusts. They came from which, i do not know, however, their intent is clear and unjust. I cant focus, even for a second, on a cognizant thought. I am merely a tool of my surroundings. hard to explain really, i wish to god i had the B man with me to ease my mental suffering. Its been a while since ive sat at my deck with nothing but that beautiful composition of sweet sweet ear sex. oh how i miss the 9th.

to further aid my chaotic ramblings, i've loaded bassdrive in winamp. A heard of amelodic clicks booms and whistles combats my conscious at 140 beats per minute.

[5 min stare at wall session]

and yet again, i have driven my train of thought directly into satins mouth.

where were we? ah yes, "the top" as too which from where were starting. My life lacks structure. What little frame-work my past relationship was offering is now gone, and now all that resides is my unguided mind, pitch awe and rolling through space. Ive attempted over the past 3-4 months, to franticly cling to anything that could ground me. unfortunately, to now avail. It seems a healthy dose of self reliance is in order. A tricky bit it will be, to preserve my chaotic woven pattern, along with my sanity... hmm (the calculating type).

as i think back to the time i spent starting this website, i am reminded of my mental state, and how at one time i believed the squirrels in my ceiling were plotting against me. Perhaps trying is the source of my failure. I was overly productive back then, after all, i posted on this website everyday, and from what i can remember, had many pioneering projects in my life. I had never built a website before NED, nor did i know the slightest thing about PHP or databases. I owe a large chunk of my brain to this creation of mine, and the drive behind that learning bout was the absence of care.

Really, i just need to read more JTHM.

So then, i trust i shall be posting more often, (i mean it this time) as i would like to regain footing in this mind of mine.

chaos and all.

-Fuck

yet another fly in the trap

2005-06-06T10:31:00.000-04:00

Jummped on the okcupid site again today, and another girl IMed me. this time through the site. heres how it all played out:

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her - hi

me - is it?

me - you can dance if you want too...

me - but if you touch my friends, i'll fucking eat your hands clean off

her - ??

me - ???

her - why cant i touch your friends?

me - because they exsist only in my mind :(

her - aww im sorry

me - how sorry?

her - you can borrow my friends

me - will they fit in my head?

me - are they made of lava?!?!

me - my head is not lava-proof :(

her - they wont fit in your head

me - oh nos!

me - will they try to defeat my outter-head?

her - no

her - they will watch movies with you

me - i cant watch movies, im totaly blind from the neck down :(

her - from the neck down?

me - dont make fun of my disability!!!

her - i wasnt

me - oh. please forgive me interpufunty

her - ??

me - its a type of dinosaur

her - ok

me - have you ever met one?

her - no sir cant say that i have

me - thats because they all died 120 million weeks ago

me - I MEAN YEARS!!! YEARS!!!!! :(:(:(:(

her - its ok

me - thank you very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very much.

her - are you special?

me - only if you've got a coupon :( try back next week though!!!

her - why only frowny faces?

me - because my face was removed by the viet kong, during the bay of pigs.

her - that sucks

me - i have a special hole for that in my left arm. the doctors routed all my suck glands there.

her - eww

me - its not that bad! i can eat apple sause with my elbow!!!!!!!!!

her - yup

her - yum

me - do you want to kiss with my stump?

her - no thanks

me - :)

me - I MEAN :(

me - DO YOU THINK IM CUTE???

her - ooooh nooo i got a smile

her - adorable

me - more adorable than a kitten with a knife?

her - no

me - why not? are you racist?

her - no

me - thats good, because im a race!

me - maybe we should meet! im atthe coffee shop. where are you???

her - in SC

me - silly critters? no no! im down the road from there!!!

her - South Carolina

me - never been there. is that near silly critters?

her - nope

me - can you walk to silly critters? we can share an onion pizza!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

her - eww

me - ewwwwwwwwy ewwwwwy chewem up-a-cheewwwwyyyy!!!!

me - you know the team battle cry!!!!

me - well i have to go battle hunger. please keep your recipt, ok?

me - OK BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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-Demolicious

Round 1

2005-06-04T10:28:00.000-04:00

So im sitting here, working on some computery stuff, and i get an IM from some random girl that got my IM name off of my okcupid account. I made the account as a joke because jeff kept sending me all these links to girls that i really needed to just make fun of.

Here is the short, yet fun conversation i had with this chic. she kinda jumped right into it:

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[14:20] ladychick204: so are u horny
[14:20] Quantum Hotropes: uhm. like... right now?
[14:21] ladychick204: yea
[14:21] Quantum Hotropes: no. however, i am a bit parched.
[14:21] Quantum Hotropes: im thinking mostly about another coke.
[14:21] ladychick204: oh
[14:22] ladychick204: u need sometihng to quench your thirst
[14:22] Quantum Hotropes: ya. thats what im thinkin
[14:23] ladychick204: yuor profile said u were bored and horny
[14:23] Quantum Hotropes: sometimes?
[14:24] ladychick204: i thought u ment all the time
[14:24] Quantum Hotropes: but right now im recompiling PHP to run on my linux VoIP server, so i can have an active CDR via the AGI
[14:24] ladychick204: huh
[14:25] Quantum Hotropes: YES!
[14:25] Quantum Hotropes: call data record?
[14:25] ladychick204: what is that
[14:25] ladychick204: oh
[14:25] Quantum Hotropes: asterisk gateway interface?
[14:25] Quantum Hotropes: Voice over IP?
[14:25] ladychick204: i'll let u go then
[14:25] Quantum Hotropes: no no, i dont mind
[14:25] Quantum Hotropes: its only taking up half my brain right now
[14:25] ladychick204: oh
[14:26] ladychick204: i'm in a cuddling mood
[14:26] Quantum Hotropes: do you own a large pillow?
[14:27] Quantum Hotropes: or a blender?
[14:27] ladychick204: blender
[14:27] ladychick204: what for
[14:28] Quantum Hotropes: crushing ice
[14:28] ladychick204: why u ask
[14:28] Quantum Hotropes: because its fun
[14:29] Quantum Hotropes: it makes me feel powerful
[14:29] Quantum Hotropes: like im a giant, destroying the countryside
[14:29] ladychick204: i wish i had a bf so we could cuddle
[14:29] Quantum Hotropes: blenders dont make good boyfirneds :(
[14:29] Quantum Hotropes: they cheat too much
[14:30] ladychick204: i want a bf
[14:30] Quantum Hotropes: dont date a blender!
[14:30] ladychick204: not funny
[14:30] Quantum Hotropes: i know. a blender broke my heart :(
[14:31] Quantum Hotropes: and left me for dead!
[14:31] Quantum Hotropes: so where do you live again?
[14:31] ladychick204: i really one
[14:31] ladychick204: want
[14:31] Quantum Hotropes: we all want something in love
[14:32] Quantum Hotropes: its what seperates us from the animals!
[14:32] ladychick204: not funny
[14:32] Quantum Hotropes: what is funny to you?
[14:32] Quantum Hotropes: tell me a joke plz? thx
[14:32] ladychick204: i'm not good at telling jokes
[14:32] Quantum Hotropes: nor am i:(
[14:33] Quantum Hotropes: i always end up offending someone
[14:33] Quantum Hotropes: like the stupid jews
[14:33] Quantum Hotropes: or those dirty dirty blacks
[14:33] Quantum Hotropes: wanna hear a joke?
[14:34] ladychick204: ok
[14:34] Quantum Hotropes: what did the dirty mexican say too the stupid angy black fag?
[14:35] Quantum Hotropes: "AMERICAN INDIANS ARE ALL DRUNK, AND A DRAIN ON SOCIETY!!!"
[14:35] Quantum Hotropes: HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAH
[14:38] ladychick204: ok
[14:48] ladychick204: u there
[14:48] Quantum Hotropes: yes. one sec though. im doing a line of coke
[14:48] ladychick204: huh
[14:48] Quantum Hotropes: cocaine
[14:48] Quantum Hotropes: nose candy?
[14:49] ladychick204: i thought u ment real coke
[14:49] ladychick204: the drink
[14:49] Quantum Hotropes: i did earlier
[14:49] Quantum Hotropes: but now ive moved up to the harder stuff
[14:49] Quantum Hotropes: the drink just wasnt doing it for me
[14:49] ladychick204: bye then
[14:49] Quantum Hotropes: no wait!
[14:49] ladychick204: why
[14:49] Quantum Hotropes: dont you like drugs?
[14:50] Quantum Hotropes: they make you cool
[14:50] ladychick204: no
[14:50] Quantum Hotropes: oh
[14:50] ladychick204: i've never done drugs
[14:50] Quantum Hotropes: :(
[14:50] Quantum Hotropes: i do them CONSTANTLY
[14:50] Quantum Hotropes: IM FUCKING IN LOVE WITH DRUGS!!!!!
[14:50] ladychick204: i've never even smoked a cigeratte
[14:50] Quantum Hotropes: nor have i
[14:50] Quantum Hotropes: blah
[14:50] Quantum Hotropes: that shits bad for you
[14:50] ladychick204: well then i'm sure u 2 will make a happy couple
[14:51] Quantum Hotropes: who?
[14:51] ladychick204: u and your drugs
[14:51] Quantum Hotropes: silly girl. you cant "couple" with drugs
[14:51] Quantum Hotropes: girls are for sex
[14:51] Quantum Hotropes: drugs are for
[14:51] Quantum Hotropes: ... doing...
[14:51] Quantum Hotropes: HA i guess so are girls
[14:51] Quantum Hotropes: but drugs dont cook for you
[14:51] ladychick204: not funny
[14:52] Quantum Hotropes: nothing is funny to you!
[14:52] Quantum Hotropes: tell me a joke. i need a pick me up
[14:52] Quantum Hotropes: this shit is hitting me hard
[14:52] ladychick204: those drugs are messing up your head
[14:52] Quantum Hotropes: ???
[14:52] Quantum Hotropes: how so?
[14:52] ladychick204: i wouldn't want a bf who did drugs
[14:53] Quantum Hotropes: :(
[14:53] Quantum Hotropes: :(:(:(
[14:53] Quantum Hotropes: i try so hard
[14:53] Quantum Hotropes: SOOOOO VERY HARD
[14:53] ladychick204: for what
[14:53] Quantum Hotropes: for everything!
[14:53] Quantum Hotropes: i do this to make me cool!
[14:53] Quantum Hotropes: so girls like me!
[14:53] Quantum Hotropes: why else would i do it?
[14:53] Quantum Hotropes: because its white????
[14:53] Quantum Hotropes: that doesnt even make sense!!!
[14:53] ladychick204: i wouldn't want a bf killing him slef to impress me
[14:54] Quantum Hotropes: thats the only way to impress the ladies
[14:54] Quantum Hotropes: i have scars EVERYWHERE
[14:54] Quantum Hotropes: hold on. i need some coke
[14:54] Quantum Hotropes: (the drink)
[14:55] ladychick204: u care more about drugs then u would a gf
[14:55] Quantum Hotropes: DONT JUDGE ME
[14:55] Quantum Hotropes: girls are the most important thing in the world
[14:55] Quantum Hotropes: thats why i have a cool car.
[14:55] Quantum Hotropes: thats why i bought the vanity plate that says "igofast"
[14:56] Quantum Hotropes: thats why i do drugs like every day
[14:56] Quantum Hotropes: and thats why i listen to shitty music!
[14:56] ladychick204: i didn't know girls were the most important thing in the world
[14:56] Quantum Hotropes: well ya?
[14:57] Quantum Hotropes: what are you, new?
[14:57] ladychick204: new what
[14:57] Quantum Hotropes: what?
[14:57] Quantum Hotropes: HOLY F UK IM BLAIND!
[14:58] Quantum Hotropes: TEH ROOMJUST WENT DARK
[14:58] Quantum Hotropes: WAIT
[14:58] ladychick204: huh
[14:58] Quantum Hotropes: oh shit, sorry. capslock
[14:58] Quantum Hotropes: im ok. DONT CALL THE COPS

FINALY! AN INVESTMENT THAT WORKS!!!

2005-05-19T10:25:00.000-04:00

From: Mr. Wu Kwon Save Address | Headers
To: Demo
CC:
Date: Tue, 10 May 2005 04:31:40 -0500
Subject: Investing With You

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My name is Mr Wu kwon from Korea and I would like you to guide
me through the most viable investment opportunities in your
Country. Alternatively, I can invest in your line of business if
you are interested and if your line of business is viable.

I am one of the defectors from the north and I am currently
residing in South Korea. I have been in this Country for sometime
now. Before defecting from the North, I was into currency exchange
business and I was always travelling to other parts of Asia and Europe and
during that period, I was able to move out my funds and deposit
it in a bank in EUROPE.

I want to invest this funds in your Country with your help and
advice because we are being treated as foreigners here. A lot of
defectors now go on to Canada or the United States and some
parts of Europe to live.

For more details, please see the following websites;
http://www.detnews.com/2003/nation/0310/09/a19e-292811.htm

www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/wp-dyn/A41966-2003Oct3?language=printer
http://www.iht.com/articles/531755.html
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1181380/posts

I want you to send me a complete breakdown of the investment
opportunities in your Country and also let me know What exactly
I need to do to enable you invest the funds for me in your
Country.

If interested, you will have to provide an account for receiving
the investment funds. I will then come over to your Country after you
receive the funds and work out the investment plans with you.

After I hear from you and find out the best investment business
you can introduce to me, I will tell you how much is involved.

I will expect your response together with your contact details, preferably your private telephone
number so that I can discuss further and additional details.

Reply through my private email address.kwon2004@excite.com

Regards and God Bless

Mr. Wu Kwon

It sucks to be back

2005-04-26T10:25:00.000-04:00

Well im back. fuck everything thats not me being in tokyo, because it all sucks. That place was amazing, and this place isnt. i strive for nothing less than learning the native speak, and moving to that glorious land of lands. for those of you who have not yet seen the pictures, head on over.

Demo + Tokyo

-Demo

scrumbletron explains it all

2005-04-21T20:37:00.000-04:00

new found interestests:

A:) Throwing flashy-light super bouncy balls off of parking structures

B:) Climbing downtown ann arbor with friends.

more to come...

-Demo

poopy pants ericson

2005-03-31T10:24:00.000-05:00

FUCK this coffee is bitter. Bitter like the mystical "beaver of anger" which plagues my dreams and fantasies with his toothy grin. That fucking slab of meat cares only for himself, and his maniacal whims to dizam EVERYTHING. (thanks for the help on the spelling travis)

So its official. i havent posted on here in a while, so how would you know? But your limited ability to comprehend my ploy for world domination does not effect the fact that i will one day be king of your world.

where the fuck was i. ive been talking to travis for a bit here, and lost my my shinkansen of thought... OH! JAPAN!

To those previously addressed as "those who dont know", im going to japan in 2 weeks. YES! me and 2 hearty young chaps are deploying our international strike team into the den of the (roe)beast!!!

fuck. im having a conversation on AIM right now, so i'll post more later. until then. JA NE!

-Demo

my forgotten love

2005-02-08T10:23:00.000-05:00

Yet again, today it seems has fallen directly into my lap, with no sense of justice or pride, it licks my soul with a forked tongue of deceit.

With dramatic poetry like that, I outa make a myprofile.com page!!! SO I DID!!!! Im sick of seeing everyones poopy pants bullcrappy diaries about how they got their lip pierced the day before yesterday and it upset their mother, but they don’t care and will do what they want or some other bullshittery that somehow infects my life with its overly grotesque “look at me” sense of play. Its as I always say, “you cant slay them with a 12 foot prehensile penis, join em”. Tenticle sex aside, (for now) lets get down to the fact.

Fact#1: im not wearing any pants

Fact#2: I wish we were married, you and I

Fact#3: omfgomfgomfg I just farted and it stinks really bad

The train that was once the courier of my thought has derailed and destroyed a village of ompa-lompas. I had to walk (not run, safety first) away from my computer because the butt-stank was so bad. I assume a small stink-critter has burrowed his way into my butt muscles and secrets his deadly venom-gas every now and again, just to torment me. Fucking stink-critters.

I had some sort of qusai-topical think I wanted to rant about today, but for the life/death of me, I cant seem to regain that memory. I suppose “it” will have to “wait” until “later”.

Thank you Cleveland, goodnight?

Demo
Self proclaimed king of baddassery (and all adjoining constructs of sweetness)

(re)new rants page

2005-02-03T10:23:00.000-05:00

i just threw up the old page for now, mostly out of laze. however im designing a new one that will make everything much easier to read/use.

until then, courage.

-Demo

Anger, from concentrate

2005-02-02T10:22:00.000-05:00

Ive got like 80 windows open right now, and its pissing me off. But thats hardly my topic, is it?

Fuck shit ass. ive been pissed latly at this and that, but too busy to rant on topics that rage through my mind like a midnight train out of denver....

wtf.... denver? midnight train? jesus fucking christ i must be tired.

The how being any, i digress. im (re)opening the rant page, thanks to an insiteful email from my friend drew, who was one of the original posters back when NED first opened its virtual doors.

My point being made, im going to go play shinobi.

i dont know why, she swallowed the fly.

2005-01-25T10:21:00.001-05:00

fuck you. no really, by all means, fuck you. im so god damn tired right now. the type of tired that stems from your inner brain (where the hamster driver seat is) and extends to the far reaches of your tippy tippy toes. Ive been this way for the past few days. Im not sure why, its just been happeneing. however, news has it, i'll be moving back to ann arbor again in 6 months or so, which means im sure to update the site much more frequently and... oh shit... GAS!

its so bad. why must it always be this bad? i dont recall eatting a gaggle of skunks, so why god, why? end this torrment on me, your forsaken forskin of forthought... (?)

goodnight sweet prince, its naptime for this lad.

-Demo.... OUT

Shut up a second

2005-01-25T10:21:00.000-05:00

Lesson 8.5

2005-01-24T10:19:00.000-05:00

side note, dont ever post direct links to my website for pictures, or bad things happen.

for example, someone posted a link to:
This
but i went flip mode, and switched it on em. Now theyve posted slander in their friends gay web profile:

Scroll down, youll see it

Lesson learned, hu pixie?

-Demo

words of wisdom

2005-01-24T10:18:00.000-05:00

The future offers only what the past has yet to bring.

MS vs Linux

2005-01-20T10:09:00.000-05:00

someone once said this to me in an irc channel, and i thought it to be funny/accurate.

basically, linux would run an airline that has a dynamic scheudle, each person gets 5' plus of space, their own home theatre system to watch any movie they wanted, a full open bar, gourmet chefs, a perfect flight record, and it would be absolutely free. The only catch is that when you go on the plane, they give you your chair, unassembled, in 3000 pieces, and you need to put it together without instructions before they take off.

of course, windows was something like, "you pay once at the ticket agent, once at the gate, once on the plane, and if you wanted peanuts or drinks, you had to pay for them too. The plane would crash before everyone completed bording, at least 3 times, which would prompt everyone to remove all luggage and supplies from it and start over. Once it was finally filled, it would explode 3-4 times on the runway before taking off, and exploding in midair.

Right click, save as.

2005-01-17T10:07:00.000-05:00

who asked you

2005-01-17T10:06:00.000-05:00

Yet again, today plagues me like a swolen lump of filth. However, my website is always here to swab the decks of life clean with only 2 applications of sweet sweet typage.

Ive decided that i dont like the layout of the posts on my site anymore. i like the way it used to be back when i only posted once per day, but added things to the bottom of the posts. It flowed better, and i was more likely to add things throughout the day. So perhaps ill snag my pens and my pencils and edit the fuck out of my stuffs later today. luck be with me.

-Demo

moshi moshi

2005-01-17T10:05:00.000-05:00

Leave
Sat, Mar 19 Northwest Airlines 11
Depart: 12:50pm
Arrive: 4:10pm
Non-stop Detroit, MI (DTW)
Tokyo, Japan (NRT)

Return
Sun, Mar 27 Northwest Airlines 12
Depart: 2:40pm
Arrive: 12:15pm
Non-stop Tokyo, Japan (NRT)
Detroit, MI (DTW)

A HEARY FUCK J00!

2005-01-15T10:05:00.000-05:00

omduder. its yet again today, the very day that haunts my presents in the present. Never does it dare apear in my past, for the past is gone daddy gone, the past is gone.

However will i spend my day you ask? the dread pirate Demo???? well lemme tell the fuck out of you. i reckon ill be heading downtown ann arbor to sit in a ERC and rock out with some java whilst fuckering some script. I'll get jeff on the wire to see if he'll acompany me to said waypoint OF DESTRUCTION. This very post is my invitation, i plan on IMing it to him... WITH JUSTICE.

OMFG. IM OUT! LOLERZ

-Demo

Out of town upsidedown frown

2005-01-15T10:04:00.000-05:00

Avert your eyes sailor! If you have to heave, heave portside!

A heavy sigh of congratualtions goes out to my bro, ajd, for living it up in Japan sucessfully for a few weeks now. He just called me from the land of the rising sun with news of goodness. He reports all is going well, and hes already stolen many trade secrets of the allusive ninja army. Before long, he'll be speaking the language, and casting 10th level ninja black magic. Brad and i will be going to visit him in the month March, so if you, the viewer, have a request for purchase from this internaional voyager (like a tentical sex deamon) gimme a ring, and your request will promptly be denied!

BUWAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAH BITCH!

-Demo

PS: send money. thanks.

Deadly vomit

2005-01-12T10:03:00.000-05:00

my brain is filled by the seven seas of pain :[

GR. everything seems amiss this eve. total darkness chases my thoughts with a pitchfork and can of ham. Nothing is what it seems it should be these days, as if someone is altering my reality with the push of a button. not like it used to be, back in the day. i used to have a life full of meaningless nothing, now i have a life full of nothingless meaning. Its all very poetic in fasion built for king edward, but he'll never notice.

-Demo

IE condom

2005-01-10T10:03:00.000-05:00

victims (12:14:38 PM): i hate it when
victims (12:14:40 PM): IE is like
victims (12:15:06 PM): 2 pr0t3ct teh y0r m3g4h3rtz downl0ad from sthis s1t3 h4s b33n d1sabl3d
victims (12:15:31 PM): and you're like
victims (12:15:36 PM): don't protect teh my megahurtz
victims (12:15:37 PM): =[

Bacon Cheddar Brick (aka BCB)

2005-01-10T10:02:00.000-05:00

Nevermind how your day is going, because mine is going fine. This site isnt about you, its about everything but you, so fucking die already.

Yet again an early start to the day. Rather uneventful really, but i find a strange calm in that. Ive lacked a "9 to 5" gig for quite some time now, so falling into this routine is like hammering a square peg through a round hole; its a pain in the ass, but its so mother fucking gradifying to conqure something that was never really your enemy in the first place.... like rape.

HAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAH

funny to me, not to you. thanks <3

more later

-Demo

Floride in your hair

2005-01-07T11:11:00.000-05:00

Yet another battle of good vs evil, tom vs jane, Demo vs 8am.

As i sit here, and bask in my early morning email, i consider my surroundings. Harsh may they be, i havent seen early morning in a long time, and (given, i havent had any coffee yet) it seems strangely welcoming. I'll soon throw in some music to rock out with, and get back to the nonsense that is my life, but for now, i veg.

-Demo
Ethereal Bitch Tits

The Phone Is Ringin... omg

2005-01-07T09:52:00.000-05:00

"if i have to eat it, i might as well enjoy fucking your mom" - Eric the Red

there is an overwelmingly wreteched stench of smoke in the air right now. But you dont care, do you? i wouldnt expect much of you, the apple of my eye of the storm in my brain which needlessly rummages through my hope chest and kills all that pandora wished it would be.

HOLY FUCK. read that sentance again. it was sweet, but im hungry. Not for something sweet persay...

Sean just called me to say "wtf mate". havent talked to himn in a while, but now a while has past, and the present wins the election by a landslide.

Ive lost my train of thought yet again. I must regroup with my inner fuck, and get back to you. PEACE THE FUCK OUT.

-Demo

return of the king

2005-01-06T11:04:00.000-05:00

ive decided to being using this absent forum of poop for my daily banter yet again. hopfully i can stick to it this time.

Conversating

2005-01-02T11:02:00.000-05:00

victims (2:17:52 PM): holy shit i just had a jim fart
Verin HoS (2:18:00 PM): im sorry
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Session concluded at 2:22:34 PM
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victims (2:23:18 PM): you should be appologizing to my nose
Verin HoS (2:23:36 PM): i will. after i slap it with my cock
victims (2:23:39 PM): sweet
Verin HoS (2:23:42 PM): and it bleeds all over your shirt
victims (2:23:46 PM): if it slips out while you're fucking me
victims (2:23:51 PM): could you slap my twat with it before you put it back in
Verin HoS (2:23:51 PM): then ill be apologizeing to your shirt too
victims (2:23:53 PM): that always turns me on
Verin HoS (2:24:04 PM): THEN we'll see whos laughing
Verin HoS (2:24:15 PM): its a deal
Verin HoS (2:24:20 PM): i need coffee
Verin HoS (2:24:35 PM): im going on a pilgramage for coffee
Verin HoS (2:24:37 PM): wish me luck
victims (2:24:41 PM): while you pilgrim
victims (2:24:45 PM): get me a blowjob somewhere
Verin HoS (2:24:48 PM): ok
Verin HoS (2:24:54 PM): ill put it on my grocery list
victims (2:24:58 PM): sweet
victims (2:25:00 PM): make sure it's ripe
victims (2:25:03 PM): i don't want a rotten blowjob
Verin HoS (2:25:06 PM): ill squeeze it
Verin HoS (2:25:10 PM): thats how you tell
victims (2:25:11 PM): sweet
Verin HoS (2:25:20 PM): brbrz
victims (2:25:25 PM): ok duder
Verin HoS (2:27:07 PM): omfglolerz im back!
Verin HoS (2:27:18 PM): they were on sale, so i got you two
victims (2:27:26 PM): sweet
victims (2:27:46 PM): i'm going to go pilgrimage for some pizza
victims (2:27:48 PM): and a blowjob for you
victims (2:27:49 PM): or 2
victims (2:27:52 PM): if they're on sale
Verin HoS (2:27:53 PM): awww

The beginning of the middle.

2004-10-28T11:00:00.000-04:00

Our forefathers died so you could have a choice. If not for the "Wars against Fate" back in 2.83 million BC, they would be alive today, preaching about dinosaurs and other make believities.

Therefore, in honor of our fallen comrades from long ago, I shall form a resistance against static thinkers everywhere. I scream NAY to those who oppose us, with childlike delight. No more do we live idly by while others make decisions for us! No more do we stare into the stars, wondering what could have been. When that awkward moment of making out for the first time presents itself, we shall HAVE SEX WITH IT! I SAY, WE TAKE CONTROL AND RAMPAGE ALL OVER FATE, FOR WE ARE THE TRUE THINKERS. WE ARE THE TRUELY ALIVE!

So then, we shall compile a list of enemies against the coalition. It will appear somewhere on this page soon. This list will be interactive, for you, the people have the right to have a say! NO MORE WILL WE BE FORCED TO COMPLY WITH EGOISTISTCAL GODS TELLING US WHOS PRODUCT TO BUY!

-Demo
Protector of free food (and thought)

Nobody does it, period.

2004-10-27T10:57:00.000-04:00

OUTRAGED! 285^2% OUTRAGED!

Sara Lee, the beloved company that makes stuff has covered up the truth for years. My out of state correspondent, Coy, reported alarming news to me just minutes ago. It seems The sexually explicit slogan, "Nobody does it like Sara Lee" that we all fell in love with is a sham!

To my dismay, i learned the TRUE slogan is "Nobody doesn’t like Sara Lee". WTF IS THAT?!?! A DOUBLE NEGATIVE IN A CORPERATE SLOGAN!?

I for one have eaten my last brambleberry pie.

http://www.saralee.com/ourcompany/faq.aspx

Quote:
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Q: What is the slogan for Sara Lee Bakery?
A: A. Nobody Doesn't Like Sara Lee!
B. Nobody Does It Like Sara Lee!
The correct answer is 'A'.
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-Demo
Seer of Foreign Threats

Victory shall be on-too thee!

2004-09-20T10:56:00.000-04:00

Do not fail to disappoint your elders, young pad-awan skillet. To me, you are but a simple block in a never ending game of jenga, the party entertainment system.

No longer will man kind be persecuted for their beliefs, as long as they believe in me, as god, or president, or ruler of the second door to the left (not the hatch. The one after the hatch)! BOW BEFORE YOUR ALL MIGHTY SECOND IN COMMAND, for I shall be swift in my penetration of thy enemies home. Their blood will flow throughout the fertile ground, to make a harvest of LUST come to fruition. We shall FRUCTICATE their organs, and leave no stone unthrown. Glass houses are yet another step in claiming what once, and always was, theres to have. NO LONGER!

History has taught us EVERYTHING WE KNOW, yet the things we do not know, the FUTURE has to teach. Thus our goal becomes clear on this moonlit night.

THE FUTURE IS OUR ENEMY!!!

The future keeps all from us. It dangles fate before us like a carrot on a strand of barbed wire armed with acidic lasers. Yet we bite. *bows head*

Tickle your intentions with this idea:

KILL THE FUTURE! We shall rise up and live in the past. Dig out that jean jacket. PUT IT ON! Listen to Bon Jovi 80 times a second! The radio is your enemy. They are only harbingers of EXSISTANCE. Fail me in this task, and you shall be known as "losers".

Victory shall be mine, I laugh in the face of defeat! To me, the young of my enemies are a tasty garnish a-top my pudding-like desert!

-Demo
Slayer of many

Godlike abuse

2004-09-16T10:54:00.000-04:00

I just tore into a level 4, severity fart. Its destroying the fabric of comfort ( not to mention the fabric of the plush office chair my ass is currently abusing), which brought my lack luster productivity to a steaming (good word choice, eh?) halt.

I awoke at 8am this morn thanks to a phone cal requiring my computer skills. After such events, I tried hopelessly to stay awake (for the children) but alas, I failed.

In and out of my sleepless prison for hours, until my life finally reached the "11 am" mark, which (bewildered with guilt) forced me out of bed and into the shower, to where I cursed and swore at my scolding hot water.

Its amazing actually, most apartments I’ve blessed with my being have had horrible water pressure, or fridged glacier like flow. However, with my new place, I have the polar opposite. The water flows with the force of 12 titans, and the heat of 20 gods (bathing in lava).

This however, is the least of my problems. Theres the neighbor kids. OOOHHHH the neighbor kids. What fun they represent. Sitting in front of my door ALL FUCKING DAY scream incompressible 'words' at each other. One of them has take to riding his plastic tricycle of NOISE all the way up to my front window, and peeking in at me while I waste my life away on Ultima Online, as if I cant see this 7 year old bag of shit.

But I will not let this infant defeat me. He is my sworn enemy and must suffer immensely. I have yet to come up with a Whil-E-Cyote like schematic illustrating his demise, for I have been busy summoning the powers of evil to combat this mysterious noise coming from behind my bar.

I think I am harboring a wall beaver. Hes a smart one too. He only makes noise when Im watching TV, but I hear him thinking.... plotting. This is just a theory, but we'll see in time.

Ive rambled long enough for now. More may come when I drink these cans of sex I have next to me. (redbull)

-Demo (-licious)

Update 2010

2004-09-15T10:53:00.000-04:00

Todays update, brought to you by space age technology.

Today i accidently "Arrrred" like a pirate. Rather well i might add. i was so impressed with my pirate like phonteitcal skills, i was inspired to write all about it.

My illustrius tale of pirate-like emotes starts early in the morning. I was sitting in my server when i realized something or other. I do not recall what exactlay it was, but it wasnt good. I promptly emoted the noise "AAAAAAAHH" as it "aahhhhhh shit..." but then (beyond my control) i slipped into a kind of "RRRRRRR" as in "grrrrrrrrrr", which yielded a rather clever sounding "AARRRRRrrrr".

It was one of those moments in life that you are so proud of what just happened, you actualy look around in hopes that a tape recorder was there to archive the event. unfortunatly, there was not.

On a dismililar note, my brain kinda hurts today. an outer hurt, on the further most reaches of my brain meats. i think it has to do with this monster zit i have on my right temple, the kind that are too deep to pop.

further more, its too damn bright in here.

-Demo

ps- FUCK SPELL CHECK, NIKKA!

Dont fuck with Kansas city, bitches

2004-09-03T10:52:00.000-04:00

its always beter on holiday. the coffe that coarses through my veins is amazinly gracesful. its tickles my every nerve with chemical love. I know i havent posted in a long time, and fuck you for noticing. Also, fuck you for judging me spelling. Its always better on holiday!

i havent had time to work on this shitty website latly. i switch my mail server over to a new updated version of my shit, and now i cant get my phone to send pictures to my website anymore. And that my friend is why my pictures are old and non-updated. once i figure out the problem, i'tll be up again, but i havent got internet at my apartment yet, and with this brain tumor growing ever hungry for my head meats, i cant hold a thought in my skull for more than 2 seconds at a time.

Aside from that and the head beatles, im doing great though. the heart murmurs are far and few inbetween now, so ive decided to rock out on caffine x10 again. FUCKN SWEET.

more and more shit at work that nobody wants to fucking here about, so im not going to bore you with the facts or fictions.

until next time, fucking die.

-Demo

The real deal

2004-08-13T10:50:00.000-04:00

Verin HoS (1:01:02 PM): predator got beat by a governer
Verin HoS (1:01:10 PM): and there are TONS of aliens
Tidyastro (1:01:15 PM): yeah, but he CAME to hunt
Verin HoS (1:01:19 PM): i dont see how the P man could win
Tidyastro (1:01:21 PM): Aliens are all about breeding
Verin HoS (1:01:30 PM): hawt.

its 3am and i wanna go to bed

2004-07-26T10:45:00.000-04:00

its not quite 3am, but fuck off for trying to prove me wrong. im a bit tired in the mind, a little sleepy in the eyes, and a tad hugry in the soul. A large chunk of my spirit left me quite some time back, yet i feel it slowly regaining strength, like a snowball on a murder corse of destruction.

my eyes hurts bit right now, as if there were a frenchman with a harpoon gun hunting the insides of my head. that fucking guy, he never knows when to give up, but he'll never catch me lucky charms... NEVER.

perhaps my brain is back the way it needs to be. perhaps things will begin to rejoin themselves, like the last level in REZ. i move into my new place in a matter of days... no point, just me being happy inside. DONT I GET TO BE HAPPY EVER?!?! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS TELL ME WHAT TO DO, OR HOW TO BE!?!? *whew* that felt nice.

i really wish i could go to bed, im tired everywhere but the inner depths of my mind. the little 8 armed man that drives my thinking bits wont stop doing his thing. my threats go unnoticed... perhaps its time... time to turn to nyQuil. it always kicks me in the nuts until i pass out. everyone should have a friend so kind. a friend not afraid to kick you in the nuts until your brain is floating in a pool of its own bloodness. ok, time for bed. im going to try some zen ass-kickery on myself, perhaps i can pull a mind tendon.

-Demo

2004-07-26T10:44:00.000-04:00

muscles el lovecat

2004-07-22T10:43:00.000-04:00

copy paste

2004-07-21T10:33:00.000-04:00

just needed somewhere to keep this link. feel free to check it out.

http://www.davekopel.com/Terror/Fiftysix-Deceits-in-Fahrenheit-911.htm

vengance squirls

2004-06-25T10:32:00.001-04:00

GOD FUCK im in the mood to type today, but so many thoughts track mud through my brain. its hard to lock on. if only i could, there would be a scolding goin on. TAKE OF YOUR FUCKING BOOTS, THOUGHT!

i spent all day downtown ann arbor the day after two days ago. it was a grand time, i ate sushi and drank coffe/tea/BUBBLES! in a place id never been. doing such tasks yeiled my missing of the house i previously lived in, 2 years ago. It was a grand ol house. i lived on the second floor, and animals lived in the ceiling. you could hear them scurry around at night, and that frightened me, but over time i tricked myself into beleveing they were protecting me from evil ninja squirls with a taste for vengance. i miss vengance squirls :(

I think perhaps the only solution for me, is to move back downtown in a year. first, i need to get a onebedroom aprt. ive always wanted one, but the forces that be always smack it out of my hand like a bully in the hot lunch line. this year, ive grown SUPER HANDS, so forces that "be" cannot commit their smackery upon me. im dieing to get in to my new place and set up technology. im already creating a sentian being that will control everything in my house, and speak JAPANESE at me. given, i havent a clue how to respond to its gibberish, but i'll learn. HOW CUTE! LEARNING FROMA MACHINE! just like archie, that commie fuck.

-Demo

NWO

2004-06-25T10:32:00.000-04:00

i received an emila today that made me giggle. READ AND GIGGLE WITH ME!

----------------------------------------------------
Hello,

Within the last week, you have had visitors to
http://www.neverendingdoom.com that found your website on the Juvio Search
Engine. (http://www.juvio.com)

Juvio offers its visitors a safe way to search the Internet, and lists only
sites that meet our family-friendly guidelines. While your site is
currently listed with Juvio, you do not yet have top listing on our search
engine. To gain top listing and increase your websites traffic, you may
become a Premium Member of Juvio.
----------------------------------------------------

I like the part about "family-friendly guidelines". family fucking friendly? me? of all people? I TAKE THIS AS A FUCKING INSULT. I DONT THINK ITS HEALTHY FOR ME TO READ THIS BULLSHIT LET ALONE A 8 YEAR OLD CHILD WITH CANCER, DO YOU FUCK-FACE?! I MEAN, ITS NOT LIKE WERE ABOUT CHERRYS AND GUM-MOTHER-FUCKING-DROP OVER HERE IN THIS RELM OF THE INTERNET. YOUR SEARCH ENGINE FUCKING SUCKS, SLUTBAG FUCK HEAD! HAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHA GO FUCK YOUR FAIMLIES IN THEIR COLLECTIVE ASSES YOU PIECE OF MONKEY FUCK!

*exploions*

*deamons eatting flesh*

WE'RE THE NEW WORLD ORDER! BOW BEFORE OUR SEXY RED PUMPS!

-Demo

MY SHIT BLEW UP

2004-06-15T10:31:00.000-04:00

this is to test my sanity, and perhaps my patients.

-Demo

explosive soul bastards

2004-06-15T10:28:00.000-04:00

today nothings on my mind. im not doing a damn thing. so unproductive. my body continues to fold protien, and i continue to think about all the things id like to accomplish. however, laziness is key in my lifestyle, and i musnt forget who i really am. the number one ace godfather of the USA!

hammer time. lets break it down for a second. i watched a VCD on lock picking a few days ago, (supplied by my friend jeff). after the amazing video, i was reminded how easy it is to defeat a lock. so i did somthing i havent done in a while, i picked up my picks, and a padlock, and started practicing again. i dont know why i ever stoped in the first place, i trust it had somthing to do with my state of mind, and the constant swarm of squirls that plaged my life back in the war of 2-double aut-2.

Thems where the god ol days. back when lots of people read this website. back when there was something to read. kinda crazy how it all went to the wayside. however, that was back when i slept all day, and insaned all night.

crap. momentary madness took me away from my thought train. only the caboose remains! the caboose of exsistance!!!

i havent a clue where i once was on this thought line. it seems i have fallen off yet again. falling is never a good thing, i often have dream to where i am falling and falling. usualy off a bridge. im not too sure what all of this means, but i KNOW i do not have the power of flight, or i would simply fly away. however, i have had dreams to where i can fly.... why cant i bridge the two together?? this is a bunch of bullshit, its my brain, shouldnt i be in control? the nazis are comming. simple as that. they take over our brains first, its step one... i knew all along, but only the animals in my old house would believe me. sadly, they're all gone :-( SAD BE I!!!

-Demo

Time sucks

2004-06-09T10:26:00.000-04:00

I had to stop and take a second to get my mind out of the code, so to speak. Ive ran across a problem, that i thought would take no longer than 20 minutes of codeing, but it turns out, its a rather difficult thing that us meat people take for ganted. Its a nightmare realy. I suppose i should break it down, and give you explination (you so desire) of what im doing.... actualy, that would be boring, and nobody lies to be bored. AM I RIGHT?!?! but think of this, try to calculate the span of a day (could be months, or even years ago) to the current day. Think of all math that goes into that. First you have to figure out if its within the same year, and the same month, but if not... SHIT YOUR FUCKED! SAY HELLO TO 3 PAGES OF CODE!!! So yeah, thats where i currently find myself. Stuck on this simple little task, which takes 3 pages of text to explain to a computer what the fuck is going on. Damn i say... damn.

-Demo

robots are the nicest people

2004-06-03T10:26:00.000-04:00

I had a robot email me yesterday wishing me a happy birthday. I dont like to make a big deal about the aniversery of my exsistance... i feel the whole thing is a bit dramatic. But when i get an emotional email from a robot, it renews my spirit in life.

Actual message:
---------------------------
Hello Jim,

We at Talk-mobile Forum would like to wish you a happy birthday today!
---------------------------

totaly sweet.

-Demo

Fate be thy name

2004-06-01T10:25:00.000-04:00

And then there was data.

There have been errors on my T1 circuit for a little over a week now, and its taken keen to randomly going down. However, my ISP has nothing to say about the matter, because the techs are too busy grabbing each others asses in a gleeful frolic, instead of working on my god damn bandwidth. So for those of you who have noticed down time, theres your answer.

Ive got a bunch of shit swarming through my mind right now like killer whale/bee hybrids with lava stingers of doom. I cant really focus on one thought for too long, it makes typing hard, my brain is to chaotic to really accomplish anything right now, but hopefully soon, some of this shit will be put to rest. Only time (and a strong will) yeilds result.

-Demo

ahhh vacation

2004-05-30T00:25:00.000-04:00

just got back from a one night escapade on the west coast of michigan with the girlfriend. absolutly NOTHING was open, but it was relazing none the less. our room was hella pimp, complete with all the pimpness you would expect a pimp room to pimp with. i took some pictures, so check em out in the pic archive.

DEM BITCHES BE ROCKN

-Demo

EXACTALY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2004-05-27T10:23:00.000-04:00

I HATE MEIJER

2004-05-25T10:22:00.000-04:00

It all started when Golden John and i were talking about the glorious game \"Tenchu 3\". after a short converstion about how totaly wicked-sweet the game was, we decided to play it. My PS2 was broke, so i just threw down some cash and bought a new one at meijer (trip 1). then we got home, and had to locate the fabled game. we searched and searched, but to no avial. so after a good 45 min of finding everything else in my house (including my slippers, which were hiding out under my couches [one under each couch]), GJ thought it be keen if we ran back to meijer to purchase the game himself (trip 2). Once we got there, and located the game, we finished out quest by locating the checkout line and a 4pack of redbull, only to encounter a problem... we needed our ID to purcahse the game (because of the raw ninjery) which niehter of us had. The bitch behind the counter, would not only ignore the fact we were both CLEARLY over the ripe age of 18, but snagged the game out of our hands before we could even swear at her. so then, back home for our IDs to purchse the game from the nazi ryke. After the quick trip home for the overly neccicary laminated pieces of paper, we journedy back to meijer (trip 3) for the game. Once we got there, we had to endure a 20 min search and various phone calls to managers to find the game. But alas, they couldnt keep it away from us. we eventualy found and purchased the lovely game, and ran home as fast as we could to play ninja on ninja action. On the ride home, i remember jokeing about how shitty it would be if the PS2 didnt work once we got home (foreshadowing) and how it would be my typical luck.

So we hooked up the PS2, and low and behold, it didnt work. LOVELY! FUCKING AWSOME!!!! by this time we had both lost our minds in a quite downward spiral of rage. After looking the box over, i noticed the sticker on the back said \"void\" all over it, so someone obveiously took it apart. at this point we did the obveious, we jumped back in the truck and drove BACK to meijer (trip 4) to return the machine. On our arival, we talked to the same bitchy lady that snagged the game out of our hands not 2 hours ago, who promptly didnt believe a word either of us said. She took the PS2 out and examined it, and after putting up with no less than 5 meijer employes looking at the machine and accusing us of fraud, a manager scanned my id and told me \"if you try this again, your in our computer, and we\'ll catch you.\"

So heres your lesson: I HATE MEIJER. I HATE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH I WANT TO KILL IT. IF ONLY THE ENTITIY OF MEIJER WAS BEING CAPIABLE OF BREATHING LIFE, SO I COULD STEAL THAT VERY BREATH IT SO CHARISES, AND HOLD IT UP IN FRONT OF ITS FACE BEFORE ITS LAST WAKING MOMENT, JUST TO SHOW HOW PISSED OFF IT MADE ME THAT NIGHT.

-Demo

I HATE MEIJER

2004-05-25T00:28:00.000-04:00

interactive mode

2004-05-21T10:21:00.000-04:00

sorry i havent been updating regularly. Ive currently got 3 projects under my belt that require my full time brain meat cooperation. but before long they will be done, and i can get back to this site. id like to make it more interactive for the users. id like to add the options for you sluts to upload your own pictures and such. ive got a bunch of ideas written on sticky notes stuck to the inside of my head, but thats all they will be for now. a thought stuck to the inner conscious of my being. until i get my shit on lock down (yo) the site will remain the same. but that should only be for another week or so, so dont give up, for giving up is to sin in the eyes of the lord, and you dont wanna do that. baby jesus hates losers.

-Demo

interactive mode

2004-05-21T00:27:00.000-04:00

MARMADUKE BITCHES!

2004-04-29T00:24:00.000-04:00

NEWBS!!!

2004-04-27T00:23:00.000-04:00

the new user script works again. i took it down a while ago because i was going to add a bunch of stuff. well i got busy shortly after starting the project, but ive picked it back up again (at least for today).

So expect avatar support soon, and by request to joe, registed users with the proper access level will have the right to upload their own pictures.

-Demo

FUCKING SNOW

2004-04-27T00:21:00.000-04:00

WTF IS GOIONG ON HERE?!? IT WAS JUST LIKE 80 OUT TWO DAYS AGO, AND IN TWO MORE DAYS ITS GONNA BE 80 AGAIN. YET, TODAY THERE IS SNOW FALLING FROM GODS FUCKING KINGDOM. THE HOLY ONE IS TO BLAIME!!!

-Demo

Doorsteps

2004-04-17T00:21:00.000-04:00

for those of you who havent seen this yet:

http://www.neverendingdoom.com/doorsteps.swf

sorry its not a link, forgive me.

the band has another video at www.lodger.tv. check em out

-Demo

Comments! finaly!

2004-04-15T00:19:00.000-04:00

so i finaly got around to adding a comments section for the main posts. just another place to input your thoughts.

-Demo