Da Bills

Ya so if anyone notices, I forgot to pay my domain upkeep bill. They shut the site down for about 14 hours today. Thank GOD noone wanted to purchase the domain name 704d.com (hah!) or We'd be screwed. Back to business as usual!

AMF

Beef Patty

Beef Patty
Originally uploaded by Master Toad.

Dang, Six Days Huh?

OKAY, so I have been getting this weird bad feeling for the past few days. My life is very full right now, and there is a lot happening. It -ALRIGHT blogger, WTF? I cannot use an apostrophe now? goddamnit I hate this fucking program. The damn arrow keys will not work either. I'm going to reload, and see if that helps. It didn't. Oh, yeah it did. Okay, as I was sayin', I've been having these bad feelings. My employees are a paon in the ass, and god help me if I ever get used to this shit. You're sick and can't work, not my problem. You can't find a babysitter? Not my problem. Your car is broke? Not my problem. None of these people's problems are mine. MY problem is running a restraunt, well, and keeping my boss happy. I didn't learn and work for ten years to come up to the top and then have to deal with all these other delinquents whom I have surpassed at every job I've ever had. I'm getting a raw deal here, and I don't care for it at all, sir.
But who cares about that, right bub? I'm not there now, and I have problems of my own:

The middle strap on my watch broke tonite. There is two more, but the broken one holds the timepiece on. I'm not about to lose that, so it's time for a new cuff. That sucks, and actually bothers me.
Last night I tried to go to Grandville, one of the final areas in City of Nillians, and my computer crashed. Several times. So until something internal in the computer changes, I'm fucked to beat the game. THAT HONESTLY BLOWS. As a matter of fact, defying Physics and reality, that both sucks and blows.
There has been a total lack of photos, in spite of my new camera, due to a lack of funds for a memory card. My bad.
Well, Melf, looks like we are probably going to be the only ones at the Anniversary this year. Fearless can't make it (reason unknown, but I blame her husband. Not really, I met him and he is a totally cool dood, I'm looking forward to a few pirate cruiseswhen they move out here. May need to toughen him up a bit, though. Didn't see any scars...) Kimblahg will be in florida, which sucks, but believe you me, shee deserves a vacation at any cost. Candy will prolly be at a job interview in Chicag-Ho. Not to mention that Strassenfest will be that weekend, so who knows what state Kilgor will be in. I'm totally there too, but that's in the city and I dunno if he'll wanna drive all the way out here. R. and C. are in florida as well, getting their masters degrees or something. I invited Kati, but with the influx of spam on her messageboard, I dunno. We'll see. Any other takers are welcome, but we'll see...

Everything isn't bad though. I still make pretty good money, and Tomsass is still moving back. Looks like the Captain is moving up and out. It's time for a change anyway. Plus I got my Rasputina and my health. My wits, hands, and eyes. I'm gonna be fine, I'm just waiting for the pendulum to start swinging the other way...

AMF

Even Time Can't Cure BITCH.

OOO so here's a personal post about my real life, and some stuff. For the last 6 years or so, I've felt kinda bad about myself. My sister's first child is 7 years old, and she's got 3 others. I don't spend any time with them, and they are growing up SO fast. So until today, I've felt like kind of a selfish asshole. It's true, and I'm okay with it. But now I know EXACTLY why.

I live in a suburb of St. Louis, and if any of you not living in saint chuck (if there are any) haven't seen the news, we are in some deep shit. A storm blew through aur fair city and knocked out the power of some 370,000 homes (estimated). It sucks, and I hope you are OK Kilgor, I haven't heard from ya. So my sister's power was and still is out. They are staying with us, all 6 of them, and it's cool. The house is plenty big and the air is plenty fresh, so everyone should be happy. Everyone is, for the most part. I wake up to my nieces and nephews screaming my name, and they all want to play. Of course I wake up late and immediately have to go to work, but it's a nice start to the day. At least until my sister yells at them to leave me alone because I'm busy.
I can be late, after all, I'm the boss. But it would seem that they can't be happy to see me. My door used to squeek when I opened it, and I have always been greeted with "Uncle Toad!" every time they are at my house. The door doesn't squeek anymore. Someone "fixed" it. I always thought about doing it myself, but... I don't know. It never seemed broke to me. Instead of a flock of doves or trumpets to sound my arrival, I had a squeeky door. I don't, anymore. At least so it would seem. Things like that don't stay fixed for very long in my world. Not sure why.
So it's double experience weekend on COV this weekend. That means that for every guy I kill, I get credit for 2. I level up faster, and am twice as close to finishing the game. I don't get much time to play, so I intend to take full advantage of it. Did I mention that my sister's family is staying the weekend? Here's where it hits a head.
All the kids, 7 to 2 years old are sleeping on cots in the loft, where what? The computer was. "Cots are what nurses sleep on!" That's what the oldest boy says. I have no idea what that means. I assume my old man told them that, based on the importance and matter-of-fact way they state it. So I sat, listening and answering ther questions, all 3,000 of them until it was bed time. All the while, gaining 2x experience. Then it was bed time, and I was supposed to get off the computer and just quit after 2 hours of playing. I had to work a double today, and will probably end up being called in at some point tomorrow.
But I'll be damned if a guest in my home tells me what to do, even if they are family. I worked 2 straight weeks at 55+ hours and I'm not about to be told that I cannot enjoy what little free time i have. I'm not the idiot who got someone preagnant, and my life is my own. I will do what I want with it. So at some point the youngest woke up crying, and wouldn't stop for like an hour. I'm not privy to all the details of these people's lives, but aparrently it's my fault. It always is. That's why I'm a Fanfuckingtastic leader. BAH!
So my only worthwile Employee, Mo, offered to stay an hour or so late today so I could go get a haircut and then take a shower. It was supposed to be a 3 hour break, but I had interviews to replace the last 2 assholes that didn't feel like showing up to work. So I got a break, (sort of) and got a haircut, raced home, and took a shower to immediately return for work fo rthe second 6 hours. that's 12 total I worked today. The conversation that took place was something like this:
"I hope you're not going to be on the computer all night tonight." (You're not)
"Well, that was the plan..."(The hell I'm not!)
"Blah blah blah up all night blah blah something about the light and some noises."(It's your fault I didn't get any sleep last night.)
"Well, I'm sorry, but there is this special thing this weekend and I want to be there for it."(I'm not the dumass that had all the kids. You are a guest, act like one. It's YOUR bed, lie in it.)
So I leave, all pissed off at the tone that I was assaulted with after all the other bullshit I just fix like a it never happened. Fuck that, I think to myself. I'll do whatever the hell I want. Then I think again, though I'm not sure why. I should be able to solve this problem. I run a resturaunt, and a website. I fix all kinds of problems deftly and with ease. All I need to do was-A HAH!
I'll move the computer downstaris. no prob. 3 trips, no noise or light problem solved.
I am awesome. I'll even call the sister at home right away so she won't have to fret about what's going to happen tonight. I friggin' rule. What I should have done, was nothing. Then I wouldn't have been pissed all night at work, with a nice new haircut.
"Hello?"
"Hey, I'm going to move the computer into the basement, that way the kids won't be up all night."
"Well, did you ask mom?"
"No. What's the big deal? I'll move it back in the morning."Then I remembered the tone. It took me back 17+ years. She was pissed. At me, and she wanted to fight about it.


17+ years ago, my sister and I fought. A LOT. All the time. She pushed me into a couch once at our grandparents and fucked my front teeth up so bad braces couldn't repair the damage. We fought like cats and dogs, and until today I never knew why. I thought it was a normal thing. It wasn't. I alway sassumed it was my fault, because I am so aggressive. But I'm not really violent. Violence doesn't solve anything important. I know this now, and new it then. But she new how to push my buttons, and would work me into such a frenzy that it would seem I started it. I would feel that beating her ass was the only thing I could do. Until I punched her. I did. Twice, as a matter of fact. In the face. It hurt like hell, on my end. I was probably ten. After that, she never really bothered me and then she was in high school and then gone. I felt bad about it until today. 17+ years later. I wish I would have hit harder, sooner. Violence solves nothing important, but bitches are nuts.

"What's the big deal? I'll put it back in the morning." I said, trying to be positive and helpful.
"She won't like it. Besides, it's not YOUR computer." Without knowing, I started falling into the trap. A tiny little minded trap.
"She didn't mind when YOU took it for two weeks."
"It's YOUR fault it got a virus!" Notice how the arguement now has nothing to do with loss of sleep, kids, or the moving of a computer? It would seem I started straying form the topic at hand, but I was baited. I almost caught myself, but y'all know what a touchy subject Toad sans computer is.
"Your guy never even fixed it! It's still broke!"
"Yeah, but you were going to fix it, when are you going to get around to it?" I picked up on that one. THe old "when are you going to blah blah blah" trick. That's a wife's bitch trick. But I'm not married to this bitch. She has nothing to do with MY timetable. FYI all tha viruses are gone, save one that opens with windows explorer. I use Mozilla, and have no problems.
"It's mostly fixed, and Norton will catch what's left when I run an antivirus scan." That I can't do, because I can't be on the computer tonight. I am, though.
"It seem slike a lot of inconvienince to play a video game."
"...A lot of inconvienince to have air conditioning and a place to shower? What inconvienince? You don't have to even do anything."
At this point, as I type this, I remember. I don't like my sister. She is the biggest bitch I have ever known, and that's including the chick I work with. But it's a close second. My neices and nephews suffer the lack of my presence because of her, not me. I'm not responsible and it's not a cop out, because I still feel bad.
I feel sorry for my sister, for all the things she's lost because she is a huge bitch. I feel sorry for my parents, because I don't want to be around her, so I miss a lot of family functions. I feel sorry for my brother-in-law, becaus he's friggin married to her, and the kids? They's gonna grow up to be just like her. And remember, It's not that I JUST don't like her. But I want to fight her, even now. And I don't like to be that way. It doesn't even make sense to me. I feel like a trapped animal in my own home. So now I'm holed up in the basement. Never been happier. 2x exp, here I come!

Major Threat: Iron Sarge

Major Threat: Iron Sarge
Originally uploaded by Master Toad.

The first of 2 major threat desktop backgrounds. 1024X167, cuzz that's the right size. You want one? Too bad, you gotta hit me up on COV. The other one's better though. I'm ALL ABOUT the double exp weekend coming up! See you there.

Major Threat: Carlos el Oso

Major Threat: Carlos el Oso
Originally uploaded by Master Toad.

The Second of 2 Major threat Backgrounds. Carlos "the BEAR" el Oso!

Oven Roasted Chicken!

Oven Roasted Chicken!
Originally uploaded by Master Toad.

I needed a reminder for the no. for our new oven roasted chicken, ad the stupid post-it note kept falling off the wall, The graphic actually used to be pretty huge, but I saved over it. Stupid out-of-practice crap. It's a 4x6 photo, email me if you too want a permanent reminder of the number 15184597. Major Threat background coming up next.

Did You Know?

Here are a few facts. You get 10 points for all that you didn't have to click on.

This is Candy's first post. Her page is over a year old! I totally owe you a re-design, just send me some ideas or pics!

While it would appear that Melf started posting in 1990, originally it said March 1890. However, this is her first post, and it is also over a year old? Why are we not using these aniversarys as an excuse to drink?

It's fun to go back through everyone's archives and read the comments you have missed.

It seem sthat Kimba's first post was on 8-4-04, but then it skips to 10-31-04. Do yo know what happened?

Sunflower is our newest (so far) member, and she has not yet bothered me to re-design the main page , even though she (like the rest of you scurvy-mouthed dogs) thinks it's time. Man, I used to do it every month, like clockwork. What happened?

And then there is me. The old Captain. Actually, the 2 year old Captain. What did I have to say in the beginning? You can see the first instance of B.O.B. on the site. That was actually the first image I uploaded to my page. B.O.B. almost started it all. but he didn't. It was something more like this. Not sure, exactly, but mebbe later I'll figure it out.

Anyone left? Oh, right. Kati. Well, kid, your messageboard did well until pretty much everyone stopped using it, and then it got spammed. A LOT. And I don't know how to fix it. It is a normal PHP messageboard. I guess it's coming down. Mebbe you are due up for your own page, yah? I'd love to see some of the photos you have been (or not been) taking. It's not about how old you are, but how long you have been a fan for.

Web Dump

Complications with everything in my life. All of it except my health, which is deteriorating slightly (just barely) because of all the work. My boss calls it stress, but in my ever-bizarre mind I just don't see it that way. So all but one of my drivers quit. Bummer. That I guess would be stressful to most, but it only bothers me because thay abandoned ship. Both no-call no-shows on a saturday. Consecutively, might I add. As if it was some sick plan, and all the times I said to applicants "Well, I don't need anyone right now, but who knows, everyone might quit by next month." But I'm not stressed really. Just seriously bummed out. I mean, I did everything I thought was right for them, and they didn't even say "Fuck you." They just didn't show up again.
Well, they really did. One of them, anyway. When I wasn't there. Wanted his last check.

I'm at the shop 10 or more hours every day now. Thus the no-posting. I use everything I have at work, being witty and clever and smart and friendly. None of these traits are things I'm particularly well known for. I think it's more like loud, disorderly, always in a group, and a good tipper. So it takes a lot out of me to do the Super Monkey Dance and I'm drained after 8 or 10 hours. I sit and veg and thank god I'm not at work and listen to music. The normal, for me, after work. But there isn't that 2-4 hour downtime between leaving work, and total relaxation. That's when I'm usually the most creative. I always said at school that "my brain doesn't turn on until 4pm" but now it's like I go to school till 6:30. I'm not apologizing for anything here, but you probably want to know wat's going on with me, even if you didn't actually think it. So there it is.

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The Second Annual 704d.com Shogun Run is upon us, mateys! Thar will be eating and drinking and the telling of many a tale and anyone who is a fan of the website is welcome to attend. It's August 6th, a Sunday, at Shogun. Dinner and the show will start at 7pm, after hopefully a rousing game of paintball or (120) in the afternoon. Email me you filthy swashbucklers so I know how many whores and tables to reserve!

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The same day just happens to be on my birthday, but we are not, I REPEAT NOT CELEBRATING MY BIRTHDAY. It's none of your damn business how old I am or what astrological sign may be. I was born a pirate, and will die one. GYAR! But seriously don't feel like an ass if someone brings me a present. That's how I got the JTHM comic though. I wonder if any other gift has so radically altered my life.
Thanks R. and C.!

AMF

oh, and no.
wait, maybe. I got a mustang when I turned 16 and stopped doing art and playing hockey and stuff. Started chasing girls.
But no. Not in a good way, anyway.

Siren

Her scent is on me, even now. On my mind, and in everything I smell. It looms, like One Before, a toothache of a scent with the sweet smell of desire. Her voice is the song of a siren. A vacant space inside one and a desire for contact. A thousand instances of treachery save for that one, pure, instance of womanhood. Like an empty crevice filled with warm, sweet-smelling sand. Pixie dust meant to tease and confuse, seeming so perfect at once and then gone, without remorse or a sense of tangibility... The wrong choice in a world devoid of choices. An odd urgent softness, and warmth, and the sense of a real knowledge of another... Transient beings, in the sense of a positive/negative world, but paradoxed by irrelevant instances of discharge. Two negatives that will one way, throught vibration, force, or a greater science unknown will find a way to unite-even if that means destroying everything.

AMF

Excerpt From Bush's News Conference

"Mr. President, after seeing the exploding BinLaden Noggin, do you percieve Al Quaida as a threat still?"

Pitcha Wang Dang Doodle

I've been meaning to post more, honest, and I need to send some emails out aas well. However the weight of bearing more responsibility than I am fit for has been dragging me across Davy Jone's locker floor. My soul weighs heavy in these days, and the toll of lonliness can be seen on my very face. I have had many triumphs and failures in these days, but none of them great enough to speak of. Not a one stands out, save I was too tired to remember Major Threat and some hired guns screwing the pooch on a Bank heist/Mayhem mish last night. I amn going to golf today, but I don't think I will do very well. At 7 am this morining My opener called in drunk and I had to do it for him. I was supposed to be off today, so I stayed up so late last night that I don't even remember the mayhem mission. Then I was up like a spring to curse his name and save the day. I am right back where I left off with disliking my job and almost out of debt. I wonder what will happen then?

I missed paintball this weekend because another driver quit. Just didn't feel like showing up to work I guess, would rather play online video games all day. Well, honestly, so would I . But I am not a loser. I have important things to do with my life. I suppose, anyway. I'll see him in hell and we can talk it over. Then I'll rip out his spine. (He doesn't have one.)

Someone sent me this link with the anonomous name of Argh. Thank you, whoever you are. I am a big fan of improv everywhere, and you know my sense of humor well.

I cannot believe another fucking kid made me miss paintball. That is the anger that drives me to do so well when I play, I guess. I don't have time to lose or be a loser. I just wish I had a little time.

I was going to write some more about Future People, but I do not have time right now.

Let us not become weak, and fall into the whores of temptation. Stand Fast, with grating teeth and fists clenched. Face into the wind, my pirate brethren, and let it's howls be a guiding post unto you.

AMF