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4th December 2008
10:09pm: Eudora 5.2 is not for noobs,...
she called back. we are at the phase "Just add the certificate." The multi-click Orwellian Nitemare hidden behind the innocently simple sounding step "Just add the certificate" was compounded by the overall jankiness of eudora 5.2. ( details behind zee cut )
Current Mood:  aggravated
Current Music: Veteran Of The Psychic Wars by Blue Oyster Cult
24th November 2008
8:31pm: Music Media
To my various peeps and such. Music. From a good friend of mine. Check out the link, buy the music. lemme know what all ya think. I quite like the work. http://cdbaby.com/cd/nickyfynnvisit it. YOU GO NOW!!! enjoy. buy. oh and don't forget to buy several copies for all of your own peeps as well. haha, i shill me. OH AND ONE MORE THING! after you buy and appreciate it- write a comment about it on amazon. express what you think of the work.
Current Mood:  energetic
Current Music: http://cdbaby.com/cd/nickyfynn
26th January 2008
11:21am: Where the hell is everybody!?!
So i get to houston and i visit ( or try to visit ) all my usual haunts, and much has changed. i have few phone numbers of my houston people. i', 5035236662. where ever the hell you guys are. fuckin call me? I'm only in town till wednesday. Thomas Chrystian Santellana
Current Mood:  crushed
Current Music: Under the bridge, RHCP
22nd January 2008
8:02pm: Houston Visit.
I will be in Houston from jan 24th 2008 to jan 29th 2008. hope to see you there. Thomas
Current Mood:  anxious
9th May 2007
6:00pm: SILENCE! i am surfing the internetz.
no, scratch that. i've been silent far too long. TOO LONG! so i leave it to you. the unwashed masses. comment to me a topic. something i can write about. something i can, god help me- BLOG about. ask me a question. bid me to make clear an opinion i have of such and such occurrence or this and that so and so. blog yer own adventure type stuff. you make a comment. i think bout it. and then i spew some kind of long winded (or not) diatribe of pompous volcanic vocabulary madness. let the comments for requests for bloginess commence!
Current Mood: anxious
Current Music: o/~ why cant i blog you o/~
1st June 2006
8:45pm: Packing Party
I'm a move-ing to Oregon. Yes, again. This Saturday, June 3rd 2006 at My place, 6130 Havelock Avenue #2 Lincoln Nebraska 68507 BEER and PIZZA! If you are in this neck of the corn fields stop on by and help me pack some boxes and load up the damn rental truck.
Current Mood:  working
Current Music: i cant decide, what's good move-ing noise?
9th May 2006
1:13pm:
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13th April 2006
3:08pm: Easter, eggroll
With Easter apparently right around the corner I heard a report on CNN about some kids playing some wierd lame field day egg roll game. My need for an eggroll has reached mission critical status. I must have an eggroll, I MUST HAVE AN EGGROLL!
Current Mood:  hungry
Current Music: I Think I'm Turning Japanese
10th November 2005
1:21pm: general request for tech help
i gots me a winxp box that boots up with NO start bar or desktop icons. any gurus out there done battle with this beast before? IM me on Yahoo! chat thingy, UN = santellana_thomas TCS
Current Mood:  geeky
Current Music: i will survive
27th September 2005
3:21pm: PRESS RELEASE
ANNOUNCEMENT: TCS Secret Weapons Disarmament CompleteLINCOLN, Nebraska, Sept. 26 (UNS) -- The Grand Inquisitor of a renowned and highly respected Intergalactic weapons decommissioning group announced Monday that Thomas Chrystian Santellana has apparently surrendered and melted down all of his weaponry. General Brigadier General John Bigboomy, Grand Inquisitor of the Independent Intergalactic Commission De Decommissioning and Meltification of Weapons N Stuff said "eye popping shit-tons of all kinds of neato weaponry, which we believe made up the entire arsenal in Thomas Chrystian Santellana’s possession," had been "rounded up, all them TCS stickers was removed and then they was all unceremoniously melted down! Yee Haw! The resulting melted slab was then anonymously donated to charitable institutions, I seen it!", as reported by Nuns and Ammo Fortnightly. Bigboomy went on to state that the commission had been given estimates in 1999 by the Martian and Plutonian Secret Security Forces on what the bulk of the Thomas Chrystian Santellana Arsenal was believed to be, and that a cursory glance of the huge slab of melted goop donated to Am-nasty Intergalactic was described as "lookin pretty much like its all been melted the hell down, ah yup! No more weapons for that madman! Booh Yah!". Bigboomy reported the arsenal to have included “plasma rifles, robo guns, invisible mortars, intergalactic nuclear missiles, hamguns, explosive puddings, flame spitters, planet-to-planet missiles and ammunition of various shapes, sizes and smells! Yup, the whole cat and skeddadle!”. The inventorying of weapons was witnessed by genuinely accredited and well known Holy Men from the Interplanatary Church of Tzu Sun’s Son Sue and a couple of guys claiming to be devout Protestants. Bigboomy proclaimed that now all that remains for a true Galactic Peace to be realized- is for the Independent Intergalactic Commission De Decommissioning and Meltification of Weapons N Stuff to oversee the issue of disarming the many many many enemies of Thomas Chrystian Santellana. "Yeah, I am totally committed to Galactic Peace and all that," says Santellana, "spent the last few years cleaning out the ol weapons closet. Even had them crazy ol monks, or whatever the hell they are, watch me melt it all to useless slag! Whee doggie! Choke on that naysayers! I'm meeting you halfway!".
"Whadya mean them hippies don't believe me?! Damn it!" Santellana went on to say "I guess I shoulda outghta taken some damn 'before and after' pictures or somethin. Aww damn it!". Copyright 2005 by Universal News Syndicate, as Subsidiary of Intergalactic News. All Money Makin Rights Reserved.
Current Mood:  peaceful
Current Music: Love Train by O'Jays http://www.lyricsbox.com/ojays-lyrics-love-train-cxl8n15.html
22nd September 2005
4:27pm: To all my peeps in Houston,...
People people people,... Is this the calm BEFORE the storm? We gonna be in a world 'o' shit here. D O N ' T P A N I C ! Just because the Government/Authority SAYS or ADVISES doin something, that don't necessarily make it a sensible thing to do. RELAX, mind your manners, listen to the Government/Authority BUT also listen to your Gut too. Sometimes the Government/Authority will be wrong, sometimes your Gut will be wrong. THINK! Sit and Cry if ya gotta, Tuck and Roll if ya gotta, if the shit hits the fan - UNPLUG the fan, and break out the cleaning supplies. Not all will be ok, not everybody will make it thru the weekend - but everyday is the End of the World for somebody somewhere, always has been. Chances of Karmic Survival increase in direct proportion to your ability to mantain Good Manners. Play nice, and help the others as you are able AND accept the help of others as needed. Whether you weather the weather or not, you are loved. Thomas Chrystian Santellana
Current Mood:  nostalgic
Current Music: Everybody Hurts R.E.M
12th August 2005
5:21pm: Teh Health Report
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: heavy breathing
14th February 2005
2:12pm: The election results are in:
I’m not happy about the way the Iraq elections were run, and I’m even less happy about the outcome: according to the latest election results I’ve been elected the new President of Iraq. Now I want to assure you all that I had no idea this was coming. I only just got the call a few minutes ago and I’m already contesting the results. It’s pretty much ruined my Valentines Day. I have enough problems as it is without having to oversee the rebuilding of some two bit pseudo country in the Middle East. I never even threw my name in the ringer, at least not that I can remember (I was pretty drunk the other weekend, hmmm). I mean, I know I’ve been bitching a lot about politics and the middle east and I may have had a strong word or two to say about our own current administration, but I had not expected all my words of outrage and protest to lead to the entire country of Iraq to stand up and collectively say "Ok Thomas, you think YOU can do a better job?! Fine! You’re the new leader of Iraq, ya pompous bastard!". Fuck. I have no idea where to begin. I mean first things first, I really think I should ask George Bush (Esteemed President of the United States) to get the heck out. I don’t know what good it would do to ask. Heck, I don’t know what his number is. I imagine I’d have a tough time getting thru. Damn it. my email is being deluged with questions concerning Iraq policies and laws. Most of it is not in English. Damn it, this is my own damn fault for running my mouth about politics in the first place. Fuck. I don’t really have time to brood about it now. I’ve got a damn country to run. I suppose I’ll have to learn whatever crazy ass language they speak over there. and I have no idea what this means to my own American Citizenship! I mean, what am I a dual citizen now? The paper work for this is going to be a nightmare, I can already tell. Aw crap, it gets worse: Elmo (yes the fucking muppet) seems to be my Vice President. Fucking elections. Fucking politics. Anybody out there fancy sticking your hand up this puppet rulers ass and helping me run Iraq? And by puppet ruler I mean this damn Elmo doll, not me.
Current Mood:  confused
Current Music: cult of personality
28th January 2005
3:55pm: Sorry I didn’t post this ON the 27th, as I was too busy LIVING it at the time to write about it.
No wash for the wicked. I was taking a shower when I heard Kami scream. She had screamed like that before, like on that one occasion some time ago when Christen, my cat, found his way into the snake ‘cage’ presumably to rob the snake of his micey cage-mates and soon-to-be dinner. “What the fuck is going on?” is what I used to think to myself when I heard screams at out of place times in out of time places. Now, however, I tend to act first, and ask n00b questions later. My body understood that the scream meant the shower was over or was at least to be put on hold and I was to get myself to where kami was ASAFP. I had to get there to deal with god only knows what, now, right now. For all I knew this was finally a chance to use my mad skills fighting zombies like in those cheesy horror movies. I could see the marquee now: “Tom of the Dead, Eat Lead You Hippy Zombie Bastards!”. How many drills have I gone thru in my head I wonder? How many: “This is IT, THE apocalypse up close and personal! Tuck and roll man! TUCK AND ROLL!” type exclamations had I lived thru only to find out it that they were not THE apocalypse as such, but merely a tiny localized break in some hither to now unbroken routine? So many of my peers seem to lack the ability to deal with disruptions in their routines, like seeing their shoes suddenly transmogrifying into chickens or sled dogs racing suddenly thru kitchens. I stepped out of the shower, careful not to slip and fall. Its when people hear other people scream, panic themselves, then try to scramble out of showers that soap decides to be under foot and homicidal. Fucking treacherous wet soap. I ran a towel over part of me quickly and only once and donned my pants and shirt and stepped out of the bathroom wet, but fast. I entered the viewing room (that’s what I call my living room) to an interesting and spine zing-a-ling sight. There was kami, and me. well another me. well, counting the me that just emerged from the shower there were two fucking me’s in the living room. I regarded myself regarding me. I noticed that the other me had longer hair, and I had a wrong-ish sort of aura about me. it was me allright, but it might well be someone disguised as me, I am a sneaky bastard after all. in some small dark corner in the back of my mind I remembered the doctor-who episodes with multiple doctor-who’s and I remembered my readings about traveling ‘under hill’ into ‘farie’ and I remembered soo many nites of going on the scavenger hunts for mind widgets (which usually turn out to be catalysts made of substance, sometimes a drug, sometimes a rug. With adventure one takes what one gets and runs with it.). I had a feeling I was beginning a very dangerous trip, and I didn’t want to risk any more lives than my own, so I decided to try to ditch kami till the path was completed and the situation, however dire (pretty fucking dire if I had to personally get ME to help ME), had worked itself out. Kami had screamed because she had watched me go into the shower, but then while she was sitting on the couch watching tv she heard the door open and saw me come in from the kitchen. That I emerged from a room that I had not entered was her initial cause for alarm. She instantly knew that it was another me and screamed, partly thinking that it was a good way to say hello to me but mostly because she had only a moment before realized that she had the hiccups. See when kami has the hiccups we’ve found that if I frighten or startle her then her hiccupps seem to go away. She had just gotten the hiccups and was thinking to herself “oh no, * hic * Thomas has gone into the shower. I won’t be able * hic * to have him startle me till he gets out of the shower. * hic * Oh there he is coming out of the kitchen. His hair is longer tho and he’s got that smug smile on his face that says ‘This ought to get rid of your hiccups’. Aighhhhhh!”. Kami stared at the two of us like we had suddenly become the most interesting game of ping pong ever. ( What the fuck is going on? )
Current Mood: pensive
Current Music: o/~ it's a maaaaaaad world o/~
24th January 2005
10:28pm: Obsessive Compulsive Order
I dined on a meal of what seemed like hamburger meat, rice pilaf, and peas. Slowly and methodically I spooned out each pea. One. At. A. Time. "Why, mother of god WHY, are you picking out all of your peas?" she asks. "Homicidal madness is often averted when one may gracefully surf outdated social expectations." I replied, lamenting the tragic faux pas of other not-so-ordered obsessive compulsives. Does she continue to speak? Should I employ a stock reply "Playing with my food or playing with your guts, which do you prefer?"? I honestly don't know, as I'm now torturing myself in trying to figure out or remember how or even IF 'faux pas' may (or shouldn't) be pluralized.
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Voices in my head, singing out of tune
21st January 2005
12:09pm: OMVG!
OH MY VARIOUS GODS!  http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/national/apeurope_story.asp?category=1103&slug=Bush%20Satanic%20Sign"For Texans, the gesture is a sign of love for the University of Texas Longhorns, whose fans are known to shout out 'Hook 'em, 'horns!' at sporting events." thats funny, IM a texan and in all my years i've only ever seen that hand gesture be used to denote the horned devil head of SATAN SATAN SATAN!this Longhorns thing must be a NEW tradition. i dare say the bush man was being a tad irresponsible to use a hand gesture that traditionally represents the horned devil head of SATAN SATAN SATAN! especially with the continued menace of radial pseudo Islamic dudes clamoring for holy war against the good ol US of A. this is a public relations nitemare.
Current Mood:  shocked
Current Music: theme from 'the omen'
19th January 2005
1:16pm: high,... ya?
Manly Man Workout Secrets that I’m NOT Supposed to be Talking About A monologue by Thomas Chrystian Santellana OK, I have a problem with stretching. See, I like the whole working out thing but my flexibility is way poor. It’s just that I’m a guy, and as a guy I have a sort of preconceived notion that stretching is a girly thing. Ya know? Gymnasts, cheerleaders, topless dancers, yada yada yada. Society has pounded this into me and as much as I resent the idea that stretching is mainly for girls and as much as really do I want to achieve better flexibility- I have issues. Society at large has led me to view stretching as some sort of effeminate thing to do, and so I find it awkward to stretch before and after proper work outs, even though I’m supposed to understand that stretching should be essential to a proper work out. But I’m working out so that I can become more attractive to women after all, one woman in particular, and my gut tells me that if I’m effeminate while working out; then I’m in danger of defeating my own freakin purpose. So I got to brooding about how unfair that is. And that led me to thinking about ninjas, in like the movies and stuff. People, guys in particular, seem to get a kick out of those ninja work out montages. Its all ‘Woo hoo, yeah man that’s cool!’ when the ninja is practicing ninja throwing star accuracy or punching thru stacks of bricks and screaming, but what about the stretching? Ninjas gotta stretch! Do they do this stretching when the camera is off and the film crew is having their daily donuts and gossip? NO. The stretching IS there, and while I brooded over not having a manly way to stretch, with my eyes closed and scenes from ninja movies playing over and over again in my head I realized something. See, ya know those scenes where the ninjas are making elaborate poses while holding their swords? I figure that they are not soo much concerned with the swords as they are with the muscles being stretched out by the posing. Those sneaky ninja bastards! That’s how they got the stretching past us! Why, without those swords in their hands they’d look like total friggin goofs. Granted some people seem to think that ninjas doing sword poses look like goofs inherently, but the rest of society pegs those people for thinking too freely and/or being a little too uptight and so they have 'kick me’ signs secretly put on thier on their backs while the rest of Society laughs at them in the halls. By and by I find I finally have a stretching out, as it were. Now the next time I find myself about to get into a good workout I’ll make damn sure I do my yoga poses and stretching excersises while holding a sword. It irks me that, just at the moment, I don’t happen to have a sword in my possession. I’m more of a dagger person. Oh well. I’ll have to get a sword for working out with soon, but in the meantime I will just have to do my stretching while holding,... a gun! Well, a water gun. But it’s a good start and it is a pretty big water gun! Hahaha, lets see society laugh at my stretching and yoga poses NOW, while I'm holding a water gun!
Current Mood:  determined
Current Music: eye of the tiger
25th December 2004
5:21pm: merry xmas
so like, i lined up a bunch of my dvds that have xmas specials or xmas related content. im watching: the simpsons 1st season xmas special, south park xmas specials season 2, 3 and 4 futurama xmas special season 2 (or 1, i dont remember), the nero wolfe episode with the xmas party in it, trading places, mst3k santa versus the martians, the blackadder xmas carol, jesus christ superstar, life of brian, american psycho, basquiat, mr bean xmas special and while the holiday stuff is playing im roasting this 4 and a half pound chunk of xmas 'beast'. and im watering the xmas tree-slave. and im doing what i can to keep the cold weather from entering my room, which means lots of weather stripping. also i spent a while earlier calling various friend and family type peeps and wishing them happy xmas, chirstmas, honolulu hanukkha, bitchin bewitchin winter solstice, happy holidayz and all that raz-a-mah taz. i used these calling cards i got from sams club, and im guessing everybody i know has caller id because a number of people didnt answer and some that did were less that cordial and demaded to know what the number was to. such is the folly of using calling cards. Thomas Chrystian Santellana
Current Mood: peaceful
Current Music: a recording of little drummer boy played by God for Wesley Willis upon his entering heaven
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