10:46pm

And still blogging on! I can't sleep in lieu of the coughing and leakage (read:snot) and I can't keep from staring at the imperfections of the new masthead. I'll mail anyone a few free stickers if they can point out 2 of the 3 flaws. If you can believe it, I drew Billy Bob's face into the picture using only Photoshop. It was a picture of B.O.B. that I took in colorado. I'm desperately looking for quality links for the front page!

Toad's Dental History

I just got back from the dentist. Man, I really don't care for that place. I went in to get a cavity filled, and I left without 87.50, and with the cavity. Apparently I had to have my teeth cleaned before they could fill the cavity (now one of four) and my gums are so bad that I have to go back in two weeks for a second cleaning. TWO WEEKS before they can fix my cavities. I'm supposed to be out of here in 4 days. I lose my insurance when I quit. Dilemma. Do I quit, save my life, and pay 130$ a pop to have my cavities filled? Or do I suck it down, ask to stay for another few weeks, live in misery and forefit my freedom temporarily? It seems like such a good idea, until I am here. All the disfunction, the bill collectors, the insanity. I really can't say right now, I'm giving myself till the end of the day to make up my mind. At least I know what I want for Christmas this year: A sonicare toothbrush. I'll never have to go back to the dentist if I take care of my ass. um...teeth, anyway.

It all started when I got braces in the sixth grade. I didn't take care of my teeth and three years later, when the braces came off, I had marks all over my teeth. Pretty bad ones, too. They are a sign of the crap building up, and they are where the cavaties are. After the braces came off, I had a retainer that I never wore, and that's why my teeth are a teensey bit crooked in places. Personally, I think they are perfect, but I wouldn't want to be seen on tv like this, exactly. Oh well, this is what I get for not going the first day I found the cavity.

AMF

Oh by the way, Monster, that sneaky bastard, knows how to surf the internet now. Kimba caught him watching the new breakstuff video on his own. I don't mind him being smart. But kid, don't act like the computer is broken just to get my attention. You know how to work it. I know you know how to work it. You know I know you know how to work it, so stop being shady. You wann play? (I'm writing this like he can read) Ask me. ( Wait, mebbe he can. I have no idea.)

GurglBlogcrackle

My sickness has progressed to the next stage, thanks to not drinking last night on Gnu's Birthday. Instead of sinus pressure and stopped up ears, now I have sinus pressure, stopped up ears, and so much slime that I can't understand myself. But that's okay, I'm getting there. I had an okay time last night, it was hard to be in good spirits with not drinking and feeling blah. I'm doing okay now, though. It was cool to se Vinny Slam like 145 guinesses, and Gnu laying over Kilgor's front banister while we sang happy birthday. I left my camera somewhere, so no pics.
Moms gave me some of this stuff that seems more like voodoo than cold medicine. Here's to ya, brother. I'll tell yall what it is if it works, which it shouldn't, because what I have is a sinus infection, not a cold. (Gotta love the Moms) Tomorrow, new mastheads, maybe new look overall, who knows. I'm off to the dentist, and man, I'm not looking forward to it.

Merry Xmas, Crazy Lady

I said I'd post a pic of the present I made for Dooce, here it is:

It's a sign for her front door. It's just an image of the origional design, my dumbass packed it and shipped it before I even thought of taking a picture...The reverse side is black and white. I didn't know what her house looked like, so I made it all nice with mirror gold and this faux-finish background, but you can get the idea. I hope she doesn't think I'm a stalker, it always makes stalking harder that way >;) I guess that's it for now, today is Gnu's birthday, and I need to put my Thanksgiving pics in a collage. I think I left my camera @ Kimba's house.

AMF

*Hack* Harumph -ow-

Figures I'd get sick on my last week for work. No, I don't know where I'm going yet. We're having a couple of new additions over here at 704d, 2 new bloggers. Here's a sneek peek. Christ has one too, but with me being sick, it's all I can do to blog on...

Screech!

Because things DO NOT come to a hault at 704D.com, Here ya go:

"Derek, do yo do much deer hunting?"

"Shoot, If I don't hit one with my car I don't go."

"Hahaha..."

My cousin Derek is a riot. BUT YOU NEED TO GET A JOB.

bum.

I need a gun.

Yes, I did start off my thanksgiving post by stating that I need a gun. I know what you are thinking (not really) You're thinking, "Oh no, Toady went to the farm with all of country relatives and shot a few weapons and now he's on a gun high." Am I right? Of course not, nobody knows my country relatives. But you do know, now, that I need a gun.
I'm not going to snow you with a bunch of *defend myself* crap and I'm not about to support Right to carry, either. Which is, by the way legal in my hoosierish city. Legal. For hoosiers to carry around loaded weapons. ON THEIR PERSON. Legal. No, dear readers, I need a gun simply because I am a man, and a man needs a gun. (At this point you are disagreeing with me, and it is my job to sway your opinion not like a politician, but as a man. With no lies. And at the end, if you still disagree, so be it. We can agree to disagree. (I hope) Oh, and if you do agree, um, you can still read. Only cuz I said so.
I need a gun. Ever since I can remember, my father has hunted. For sport, fun, and that male bonding thing. Man, is THAT a drug. He also has owned a wide assortment of antique guns and other assorted, well, guns. I've grown up with them, around them, and indeed, most of my playing involved guns or army or that stuff. It didn't even occur to me that Uncle Joe's 9mm Beretta that was holstered in his truck was loaded. Guns, as fucked up as it sounds, are a part of me. My history and my being, in fact, everything but my life. Ever since I did that *I'm independent and I can do whatever I want not go to church or say hello or tell you anything even though I still live at home* thing, I have cut them out as well. I still enjoy a good war flick, and Halo 2/ Crand Theft Auto are still my favorite games. But I have not fired a weapon, not pointed a single real firearm in, like, 10 years. I'm only 25. ( does this seem wrong to you? It does to me.
A man needs a gun. Dirty Harry. Al Capone. The Crow. Spike Spiegel. Gary Busenbark. Not all real men, but real men none the less. Some are fictional characters, some are bastardized charactures, and one is a REAL MAN. My uncle Gary. Not actual people, but some of my actual role models. Yea, I know, but they are just a few. I'm OK, trust me. Al of these men as a model of manliness carried or used guns at one time or another. Some may argue that The Crow's real life person was a harmless musician, but seriously, that's way off subject. Stick with me, ya stoner. So in otherwords, psychologically, I equate a gun with manliness. It sounds fucked up, I know, but hey, it could be worse. I know someone who equates the physical act of sex as manliness. Several, in fact. I know a guy that even equates divorce with manliness, how fucked up is that? Or how about YOU Brian Otto. To you, you sick fuck, abuse=manliness, and YOU FUCKING KNOW IT YOU SICK FUCK. Now I don't sound so weird, do I? But I digress, I seem to need a gun to feel like I am a man. I mean, I do feel like a man, don't get me wrong. I am the Toad, and Master Toad is THE MAN. You know it, I know it, and I don't need to score with a hundred chicks and them dump them to prove it. I could, but I don't need to. Yes I could. yeaIcouldfuckyounotakebacks.
I need a gun. For me. For the future Mrs. Toad (Oh God, I hope not) and for fun above all, because if it isn't fun it's probably work, and if you work with a gun you do not have enough life insurance. Seriously. And cops suck.
Did I sway your opinion? Darn, that's too bad. I even got an A on my last persuasive speech I wrote. I guess the teacher had the hots for me. Hey at least I can offer you this, if they let my crazy ass buy one: I won't carry it on me. I won't keep it loaded. In fact, the bullets will likely be in another room, save 2 for real life protection. ( honestly I think you are protecting yourself best by not bringing a gun into any situation no matter how messed up it is.) Lastly, I have grown up around weapons of all sorts. I know how to use, maintain, and clean all I have come into contact with. SAFETY FIRST.

Good Reading

There is some good reading over here. I suggest you get all the info on the story, and then NEVER READ A POLITICAL BLOG AGAIN. They are all so boring. I hav ebeen meaning to post some pics, but I also have a huge break stuff video sitting on my memory card. I need to download it all at once, look for it maybe after the weekend. Do Stuff!

What I did this afternoon

"Are you staying?"
"Yep."
"Why? You won't get anything done"
"I know, that's not the point of me staying..."

1:20pm Washed my car inside the shop. "Yes, it is snowing, that's why I washed it. Half the work was already done."

1:37pm Finished Squeeging the floor.

1:41pm Just got " Dilly of a pickle"

2:40pm Annoyed Because I have another memory card JUST IN CASE I fill up the big one.

3:15pm Finished Dooce's Holiday gift (pics will be posted in a fewi:sh: days) and started second lunch.

3:45pm Offically clocked out.

Figures

Now that I'm quitting, people are finally taking notice of my keyboard. What's it going to take for them to notice my website? I'm thinking about putting up a spotlight, or maybe some some ugly babies.

New Button!

I just made a new homepage button, so you can go back to the homepage easier. Or, if someone directly links to my blog, they can see theother stuff. I hope to see you at Triple A's tonite. Tell me what you think about my new button!

Oh. Hell..Yes..

finally, after 1,2,3,and a half Three and a half months, I googled 704d and Our site came up first. You try it. Now, on to more importent things...no, I think that's it. Oh, I'm eating second lunch. Like the new background on my panel over there? I feel better, with a little more caos on the page. I beat Halo 2 by myself last night, and now I am playing on heroic difficulty. Man, it's going to take a heroic effort to suceed. It's cool to see the difference that you can make with dual wielding weapons, but... I dunno, I'm going to have to try REAL hard.

Clutch!

Everyone needs to go to Clutch's website, Pro-rock.com. They are releasing a live double CD! Go there, and buy me a hoodie.

A pearl:

Ignorance may be bliss, but it is also a
disease like depression, and can

be curbed with effort.

Annoyed

By the fact that I wrote "In a unique way" in my last post. I write like a ninth grader.

Mmmm..Pasta or My Just Rewards

Last wednesday Christ Made me dinner for helping her move into her new apartment. Johan and Ecton joined us as well, sort of a disfunctional double-date. here is a picture of them:

In order from front to back, Johan, Ecton, and Christ. If you look real close, you might be able to make out Ecton's son, Eli. (Fully the life of the party.) He spent a lot of time cracking everyone up and putting "Girl stickers" on yours truly. I have no idea why, but I am a little hurt.
The food was awesome. I love pasta and she made it in a unique way. The chicken was a whole breast ala carte with plain pasta, cooked with olives and peppers and drenched in olive oil. Sorry, black olives. We also had bread, and the others drank wine while I sipped Icehouse form a wine glass. Eventually I realized that it in fact was a REAL wine glass, and I stopped using it. After dinner there was a lot of standing out on the back porch and doing nothing, as the picture indicates. The weather was perfect, though, and once Eli got into the movie Ecton had for him, there was plenty of time for adult conversations. Such as how many Porno movies constitutes a collection (more than five, dammit) why it's not safe to buy adult items on Ebay, and of course our favorite "adult beverages." The night ended pleasantly with Everyone making it home safely. Ecton even called Christ to let her know that we were all Ok.

This is some of Eli's handy work.

So you wnat dirt, too? Okay, here it is. Me and Ecton sort of have this thing not going. It's not going, like a plane on an icy runway. She llives about an hour away from my house, my job being another 20 minutes past that. I'm busy, always doing stuff and I'm not easy to get into contact with for planning stuff. She, is a single mother who owns her own house, has a 6 day a week job, and did I mention she's a single mother? We totally dig each other (I think) but she's pretty stuck to her routine, and I am too. That's one of the things I find attractive about her though, her inner strength. and when she crumbles into me, I dunno, I feel special. Alright, that's enough you homo butt-lickers, now go out and do some stuff. You want more? Stick around, we'll see.

Pride

St. Louis, Mo was just rated the fourth most dangerous city in the US. Way to go! On a side note, While I was at Jack-In-The-Box yesterday morning, A Taco Bell a few blocks away was being robbed. It's a midwest thang, yo.

Barton Fink

There is this movie called Barton Fink. You probably have heard of it. If not, go check it out. It gas a local hero John Goodman in it. I cannot tell you much more because I have never seen all of it, but every time it's on TV I see the same part. Like, I'll be just randomly switching channels and there it is. John Goodmen's character is telling the Protagonist (Isn't that cool? I totally used a technical term or word or whatever.) the Protagonist whom I suppose is Barton Fink how to wrestle. Anyway, I have never seen the whole movie but I have seen this one scene ( say it out loud) about a dozen times or so. It's weird, and one day I'll see the WHOLE movie, but for now I just thought I'd mention it.


I'm totally drunkish.

Questioning myself

I don't know about this new layout. There's no paint spatters, it's all organized and easy. I'm probably just having a relaspse from my job, but...I dunno. I mean, I like the ease, but now Kimba wants to change the front page...Would it look better if it was all nice an texty, or do the silly buttons do the job better?...I guess only time will tell.

War

I just read the story on the Marine who shot the unarmed Iraqi dude. I'm totally on his side, and I think if you aren't, you're nuts. Wanna know why? I bet you do. Because it war. Anything goes, for the most part, and if you aren't doing your damnedest to look harmless and innocent, that's your own damn fault. Look confused, surprised, or afraid, but when you know you've been spotted playing possum...It's too late.
Especially with everything else that's going on, I almost cannot believe this has drawn so much attention. It is just unfortunate that the news crew was with the Marines to begin with, you know? If they hadn't no one would ever even know that it happened. I guess that's the deal with technology, though. It gives you night-vision, satellite, and radar. It also sees the bad things you do and puts you in jail. I'm still down, I'll just remember that the walls have eyes, and playing dead doesn't work.

A little tweak...

Is all that I need to finish this bad boy off. Looks good, huh? A lot better than the first one... I'm trying to streamline everything because Kimba wants me too, and also because...Run on...
I have spent about 3 hours at work today doing this, and my next job might not be so lenient. Blogger.com Comes recommended by me. If I can doit, so can you!
Now I have a spellchecker, I CAN DO THIS, and much much more. Now maybe I can concentrate on saying something. Which reminds me that I need to fix my hyperlink style.

Ironic

I just ordered some Pizza from Imo's. They claim to be the "origional St. Louis style crust" I don't know about all that. My meal was 7.71. I gave the guy fifteen bucks, got two back. I felt guilty for not giving him the whole 15$ but then I saw his car. He is the guy who drivers the crappy 87 Accord with the ugly huge wing spoiler and missing hubcaps. I'll remember your face, two-dollar tip boy. And DON'T put the salad in the pizza bag again!