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Name: Daemon
Country: United States
State: New Mexico
Metro: Albuquerque
Birthday: 2/1/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: my girlfriend, role playing (not ROLL playing), reading, tivo, people-watching, learning, small groups tactics, social dynamics, and movies, yes, movies, I likes movies, theatre, all things requiring the use of true imagination.
Expertise: audio/video systems, small groups tactics for armor combat, white wolf games, stupid trivia, and why not to live in texas. (this is NOT an insult to texans, just a personal dislike)
Occupation: Customer service/support
Industry: Media
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  horse cav troop
MSN: horsecavtroop@hotmail.com
Member Since:
4/24/2004
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| Wow... a year and a half since I last logged on here and oooooooh the changes.
I'm not sure I like the more social networky aspect this place has gotten. Seems cheap. Either way, I'm sure I'll survive. Life's been going interestingly. No longer at the same shitty job, or any job for that matter. Not too happy about that, I'll admit. The roomie and Little X moved out, still having a hard time getting over that. It's kinda an upside-down time for me. Nothing seems to be going the way I want it to. There have been some good things, getting in touch with old friends, getting to take a good look at my priorities, try to figure out what to do with my life. I get closer to that answer every day.
Might try to be around a little more, we'll see.
- Daemon
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| So, never did get that PS3. Kinda screwed up since I got a PS3 game for my birthday and now it's sitting on my shelf gathering dust. Other than that, still working for the same fun-ness that I have been for years now. The technologically impaired still calling and begging me for help with all their user-riffic issues. I wonder how many times I'll have to tell someone that their DVR needs to have the cable box on if they're going to want it to record. Or tell someone: "Well, ma'am, you're really going to want to get your own router if you're planning to get the DVR to access your wireless network." Is it that hard to understand? Accidental wardriving? I hate people. Wow, I missed that. I need to rant a bit more, keeps me... it doesn't keep me happy, there are other things that do that, it keeps me less venemous I guess. I could do with a little less venom in my life sometimes. My own at least. I'll pretend to drop by sometimes if I can. | | |
| So, I won a PS3 at work and now I'm waiting to get it. I'm kinda worried, though. Aparrently it doesn't come with any games, although it does come with a blueray movie. ("Taladega Nights" of all the horrid crap.) So, if anyone has any suggestions for what I should get for my first game, I'm all ears. Or, if anyone wants to by the crappy Will Farrell movie. Five hundred dollar game console and that's what they include with it. Sad isn't it? Well I guess beggars can't be choosers. (ignoring the fact that I'm not a beggar in this instance, I'm a winner!) | | |
| They've released the Fraggles first two seasons on DVD! Even have stuffed Fraggles at the store! Rock!
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| So, I think I don't write enough. I tend to just let my issues bottle up in my head and turn me into a raging asshole. If you're going to read this be prepared for some random, angsty, possibly offensive stream of consciousness shit. (Probably not the best of its kind, either. I know I'm no Rollins.)
Stupid Kitten. I'm officially tired of kittens, still haven't managed to get rid of the last of our kittens. They were born in June and we've since fixed all the cats that are actuall family members, but these two just won't go away. One black and white, one calico. Gorgeous little fuckers that they are they would be cats five and six, respectively. Who in the hell needs six cats, a dog, a toddler and three adults in a house? (Not to mention how much more often the litterbox needs to be cleaned.) And little X says that the black and white is his "special" kitten. Damnit. That's the annoying one, the yowler, the scratcher, the pisser off of the older tenured cats. Hmmm, wonder if I can get to the Humane society before X and his mother get back from Places East. Better than Uncle Daemon leaving with a couple of Kittens and coming back without any.
On an entirely dissimilar note. I've come to the realization that I don't hate my mother. It surprised me. I will admit that I don't like her much, but I'm not sure if that's just lingering bitterness or an actual personality conflict that exists between us. Annoying that I don't even know my mind well enough to know that. I have to assume that there is some sort of overflow into my current mental state relating to her from the years and years of angst between us. I'm only human after all (and yes, I know Ghandi was, too.) and am certainly fallible. I regret that my inability to tolerate the concept of long-term contact (more than about five minutes.) with my mother seems to be driving me away from many of my maternal relations. Holidays are problematic. I know that my avoidance tactics aren't the best ones out there, but I tire of going home after a family dinner with a migraine that leaves me whimpering in the dark for hours afterwards. If there are any who want confirmation, most of you have my home # and can ask the poor woman who has to put up with me when this happens. Do not think that this means that I love these relatives any less, I don't. I just have a hard time rationalizing "family togetherness" as something that should be actively, physically painful.
Work's interesting... Strange, after it's been so busy of late we just got a new group of trainees in and I've only had one call inturrupting my ranting. Until the exact moment I finished typing in that last sentence, when I got a call. Weird. Just keeps trucking along. In ten days I will have been working here for three years. Yes I am ignoring that short, stupid used car sales thing thank you very much. We'v had a lot of changes here at A.V. Corporation Co. new product lines, new service billing thingies, new software, new business models... The changes are staggering! At least until you realize that they really don't change a damned thing. I think there's a reason that particular cliche was originally stated. It has stayed the same.
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