Hi. My name is Nate, and I used to have a computer. I have 01100111011001010110010101101011 tattood around my wrist, dice on my arm, and I have 3000 Geek points at thinkgeek.com. And my computer is broken.

Not long after I built my computer (really built it - not used my parents' ) I joined deviantART.

- as you might have noticed -

But now I'm never here. Like, ever. I get on this shit at the fuckin LieBerry, and it works, except for dAmn, and I look at some deviations, but not the ones with nudity, or mature language, because the military server won't allow it, and then I piss off and go home.

I go home to my fantastic girlfriend of over a year now. The one that accompanies me to the fuckin LieBerry, who sews, and has long hair that gets in my face when we go to sleep at night. We watch remnants of my old computer on hers: a couple of Eddie Izzard specials and a Lewis Black that don't need codecs, because her computer lacks most of them, and we don't have internet anymore.

The library closes in seven minutes. That means I have to submit this in five.

See how awesome life can be?

By the way, go watch Juno.

Fuck you.

Go watch it.


PS: Will, if you don't call me back, I'm going to steal all your melanin and steal it to the first Asian I see.

Well, I have some semblance of internet access. Courtney's computer leeches the neighbor's wireless well enough for me to jump on, but it still doesn't feel right without my own box.

That's going to take a while, though. I'm looking at at least 4 or 5 months, and probably a lot more. I owe the IRS the same amount it would take to build a new box, and the Nate now is not the Nate that would have built the box first.

In short, Operation Pipedream still has to wait.

On the other hand, I still have access to free ink. As a result, I have the opportunity to consider things I'd normally have to put off. My boys (KC, Will, 'Frak) know their assignments, and the rest of you should hit up that poll I made. If you have suggestions, they need to be eight letters. If anyone manages to think of a term that refers both to nature and geek shit, that'd be perfect.

So, now that I've talked about the thing no one's going to do, I can go.



Oh. P.S. I've repainted and refinished my Guitar Hero PS2 controller - the one that came with Guitar Hero, Sr. It looks bad ass (visual evidence to follow) and I'm thinking about charging people to do things to theirs. Anyone in the NC area (or that likes to pay shipping rates) want something done, hit me up. Phone number's in my ID. Use it.

Ok, now .

Holy shit: Proxies.

Asuka died. Asuka is (was) my computer. My six-headed behemoth. She was old as fuck.
Old enough that I thought Asuka was a cool name for a computer when I yanked her respective pieces from their cardboard and styrofoam wombs, attached the umbilical, and she exhaled the heat of her first breath.

Baby/computer analogies are hard.

Anyway, she's dead. She's not even bootlooping, she's just dead. So I'll save some money and build a new one. I'll salvage what I can of Granny A, but mostly I'm starting from scratch. I think I'm keeping a USB hub, floppy drive (because I want to, fuck you), and the hard drives. Maybe the power supply. I had a 600 watt, plus pretty blue lights.

Anyway. That's why I've not been here. I miss the goings on terribly, but there's not a whole fucking lot I can do. The only reason I'm on now is because I found a proxy that wasn't blocked by the U.S. Military. It probably will be tomorrow.

Anyway. Enough about my computer woes.

Courtney and I have been together for over a year now. She lives with me, has a kitten (name of Merlin) and a job at the town fabric store (aka "The Cloth Barn"). We both got new tattoos, I a solar eclipse, her a lunar. Awww. I'm also (finally) starting my right sleeve. I got the Green Man's outline done; next time I go, I should get the treeline finished, and the lotus, koi, and anchor. Then I'll go back for coloring. Then the artist who's doing all these is moving to PA, and I'll have to start paying for ink again. Fucking gay.

Anyway. For obvious reasons (like the numbers 270 and 348), I'm not responding to any deviations, messages, or whatever. I don't know when I'll be on next, but I'll try and get some things cleared out, then. Feel free to call me, bitches. I miss my deviants.


Nate

Eddie Izzard is a funny motherfucker. Go find Dress to Kill somewhere, and watch it.

I got a new tattoo. That's what's all sticky. 'Cause it's covered in Aquaphor.
Picture to follow. Description is:
Punk rock zombie, mid-skank, with suspenders and chains a-flyin'. Banner with old-school tattoo style lettering reads "Keep Dancing."

It's, like, 8 or 9 colors. And it was free.



Courtney, the better half, got one, too. It's tres sexy. She's a Pisces, and she got herself a black koi/white koi yin-yang. Modelled after ^opioid's rendition here, but redrawn by the tattoo artist.

Speaking of Courtney: I don't think I've mentioned her much, yet. Let me rectify that.
Courtney's mine. Been dating her since January or so. Check her out at ~nixxieraindrop. </shamelessplug>
She makes the sewing and cloth-type magic. She is ridiculously good at it. Like... stupid good. At least to me. I think I've actually sewn through my skin before.

Home Ec didn't like me.

Anyway. Anyone want to give me some CSS? I need some. My journal is starting to get on my nerves. I can't code, and I can do the images, but I'm too lazy. Someone else do it. Anybody. Please. Just make it yellow and checkers somewhere, and I'm good.

Man, this update sucks. If you're still reading, you should probably get out more. Go, like... mow. Something. Do that. Yeah.



P.S.: I'm over my emo "Oh noes, I have a new car" thing. I'm good with it. Just in case anyone was worried about that.

Ugh.
I got a new car. I traded in an '02 PT Cruiser LE, and got an '07 Hyundai Accent SE.

My monthly car payment is more than half again as much as it was, and my monthly insurance premium has gone up as well.

I feel like I've made a huge mistake, and I'm not sure how to fix it; I don't think NC law allows me to rescind after I've signed, and I don't want to be the guy that brings it back after a day anyway.

Damn I'm retarded.
This is why nobody should let Nate have his own money. I'll do the work, and someone else take my money, and buy me the things I need. That seems like a square deal, right? I'll even let you sleep on my couch.

Bah. Fuck all.

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Roomie: if you read this, I'm eating your Pop-Tarts.
I'll restock them before you get back, don't worry.