Guitarist and electronic programmer, pete has worked with a number of different groups such as Delimiter, Weapons of Mass Destruction, and Negative Charge. Lead programmer & sysadmin of cytoplastik.com, as well as a few others..   discography: Crystal Cloud (2001) Cytoplastik Pods Compilation (2002)
| stressed - Thursday, March 29, 2007 1:00 pm
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Man my life has been too damn stressful lately. I just want to go back to the whole, having a car, working at a job doing nothing again. I guess this job has it's advantages, but jesus christ, I never get a break. Every second I am not coding is more work I have to do. My hands and wrists burn every day when I am done and go home.
I got a car from Carmax that ended up being a piece of worthless crap. I paid almost $2000 above KBB and that price was for a car that was in "Excellent" condition. The gas gauge didn't work though, and then the power mirrors, cigarette lighter, and clock were all burnt out. On top of that, I swear the car would suddenly jerk to the right, and not consistently. The mechanics at Carmax tried to tell me that it was the roads I'm driving on, but my wife has the same kind of car and she was in my car AND we were driving on roads we are on ALL THE TIME. So basically the mechanics at Carmax were trying to say, "look, there's no problem with the car. You're just crazy. Thanks." Fortunately returning the car was pretty easy as it had not been more than 5 days after I bought it. Yuck. What a crappy experience. Now Kat, Isis, and I are back to the old one car routine, which is arguably even worse... I hate waking up early in the morning and getting the kid ready, getting her lunch, getting her dressed, having her scream the ENTIRE TIME I comb her hair. It's not just me either she screams when people comb her hair because she is a spoiled brat who throws a hissy fit when she gets a paper cut that doesn't even break the skin. I mean you would think that the child had just had her foot severed by a screaming guy in a hockey mask.
No rest for the wicked I suppose. Or some other silly jesus-laden crap.
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| coding - Thursday, March 22, 2007 12:57 pm
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I have been spending so much time coding at work I rarely feel the desire to do side work code. I have recorded the vocals for my next song, but I don't like some of them so I need to retake some vocal tracks. There are about 4 left that I want to redo and it will be done. My forearms burn, too much coding.
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I have to steal content from other sites. My life is the same boring stupid shit every day.
1. Coffee (n.), the person upon whom one coughs.
2. Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained.
3. Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
4. Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.
5. Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent.
6. Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightgown.
7. Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.
8. Gargoyle (n.), olive-flavored mouthwash.
9. Flatulence (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.
10. Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.
11. Testicle (n.), a humorous question on an exam.
12. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.
13. Pokemon (n), a Rastafarian proctologist.
14. Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.
15. Frisbeetarianism (n.), (back by popular demand): The belief that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.
16. Circumvent (n.), an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.
oh yea, and Jesus want you to fuck me
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Renoise 1.8 is out, AND THERE IS STILL NO LINUX VERSION! *sads*
Well I guess I'll have to keep rebooting into windows.
maybe I can run it in a VM
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So I found out the damage is $1600 and I don't know if I am going to do it. I think it's time for sasha to die. My poor car *sads* I am in a state of mourning.
Before I go... randomly:
There was this construction worker on the 3rd floor of this unfinished building. He needed a hand saw, but was too lazy to go down and get it himself, so he tried to call his fellow worker on the ground to get it for him, but this guy could not hear a word he said. So he started to give a sign so the guy on the ground could understand him. First he pointed at his eyes (meaning "I") then pointed at his knees (meaning "need), and moved his hand back and forth describing the movement of a hand saw. Finally, the guy on the ground started nodding his head like he understood and dropped his pants and started to jerk off. The guy on the 3rd floor got pissed-off and ran down to the ground and started yelling at this guy, "You idiot, I was trying to tell you I needed a hand saw." The other guy replied, "I know, I was trying to tell you that I was coming."
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I seriously fucked my car up tonight. I hit a curb and bent either the rotor or the axel. My car will only go straight if I turn the wheel at a 90 degree right angle. I can't go more than about 25 mph. I am very upset that I have done this to my car. Why wasn't I more careful. I am so upset
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