Heaven is a place,

Oh hell, look at this baby!

Sun, 08 Feb 2009 06:36:44 GMT

Hah! I can't believe this thing (thanglisch) still works. Here's an update upside the melon.

And also.

Whatever. In other news, G-to-the-nome and I are going to throw a party at my place in S.C. Show up. Seriously. It's a Matty party.

There's yer damn stimulus check, now help the economy ya'll.

We're talking serious yore here.

Yore.

This message has been brought to you by Zamael of the Sovereign Nation, and the letter "Green".

*324,656,343.6 people think that serious yore (oldich) is sovereign.*

Who found the hoop-la?

Wed, 28 Feb 2007 05:40:09 GMT

Just wanted to pop in and leave a message for D. I've finally finished digging through every possession I have and I'm sorry to say that I can't find the Bill Cosby cd. I am an ass.

Matty

*56,393 people think that a full tang is a glass of juice*

Well, it's a brand new day and i'm walking around old town.

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 22:10:54 GMT

I feel cool as shit, because I got no thoughts keeping me down

So here is the dealie-i-o I now have the internet but (mais) my email account was wiped out from lack of use. Everything from when I was 20 on up is totally (oshittenich) gone. I figured that I'd just use my PDA as a back up and restore everything. But lo! Not plugging your PDA in for two months will also wipe that out. Well hurray, hurray. I'll just throw back my legs and pollute my britches with delight.

All of this is only important to you, the reader, if you wish me to email you. Mail me and I'll mail you.

On the bright side, I did just reprove to myself just how much people over-value computers and the internet. All hail the rise of third party hosting and storage! My ass.

The good news (happynicht)is that everything else is, uh, good. For serious.

What time is it? October? I gotta go drinkin'. Later.

(good-byeden)

All the talking fools,
what it means,
last I've seen,
baby it's all me.

well...

Sun, 08 Oct 2006 21:22:42 GMT

I've really no idea what to write this time or even, more to the point, why I am. Just felt like jotting something down I guess.

Things keep moving forward. I accepted an offer on the house. It spent a total of eleven days on the market and I had a four person bidding war going. The winner was already pre-approved and her housing inspector was there three days later. Looks like all will be said and done with my check in hand in the next week or two. Then the moving begins.

Good-bye Mass.

In other news I actually interviewed for a new job a while ago at a medical company after I was scouted by the owner. Looking forward to that, it'll be a new challenge. Heh, it's a good thing I like Coca Cola, the owner's folks invented it.

I've entered another reading binge partially because I enjoy it and also because I like hanging out in book stores once in a while. I find that it's still good for the brain.

It's been a couple of months now and things are going well with Leslie and I. We get along really well and laugh a lot. I like her. Rumor has it that she likes me too.

That's about it for now, catch ya'll later. Hope you're well.

He was it, he was really hot shit.

Thu, 20 Jul 2006 22:49:21 GMT

He was tripping,
he was ripped and
he was high on life.

Yo. Things are really good and keep improving. I'm drinking right now so bear this in mind as you read.

Got actual hard numbers for the sale of my house. Pleased doesn't begin to describe the numbers the agent gave me. I am hooked up big time to put it mildly. Booya!

I'm finally getting some nibbles on the ring I'm selling at prices I'd consider fair. That's only relevant to those readers that want to ride my future Harley. I love stupidly rich people in love. They're stupid. And rich. Ha. I win again!

Now that I think of it, how have I lost? Like at anything? Ever? Maybe it's cause I'm drunkish but I can't think of anyway. Ha.

Soooooooooooooo, I'm outie 5000.

Lord Zamael Biznizzel esquire.

P.S. Howdy ya'll. Sorry for not responding to ya'll's replies but I don't use a 'puter much anymore. I do read them and likewise I do thank you very much. Maybe I'll be seeing you all soon. You never know.

Laters.

Tornado Warnings.

Sun, 21 May 2006 16:04:25 GMT

Tornado Messasge lin Hinglisch.

I miss gaming with Hank and Kil.
I miss cruising in the Dodge with Bee.
I miss having fun with Jess.
I miss getting wings (WINGS!) with G-nome Unit.
I miss drinking with Colby.
I miss Pain Cave with Brenz.
I miss Dan and Carrol.
I miss dancing with Dee and chilling with Laurel.
I miss when I knew Greg.
I miss Ben, Jamie and Tom a.k.a. the Trifecta.
I miss two board Axis and Allies.
I miss the BBQs and the all nighter parties.
I miss the front porch talks.
I even kinda miss walking in the woods looking for some stupid plastic shit and just enjoying a beautiful day while looking in the woods for some stupid plastic shit.

On a day like today, when it's gorgeous out and I've nothing to do, this is what I often think of.

Happy Valentines day,
The Yankee-Reb

If I wasn't the shit...

Mon, 08 May 2006 23:43:31 GMT

My life would be much harder. Fortunately I am for just such an emergency.

Today marks the second time I've used the internet since I moved here in December. Conclusion; I don't really care about the internet.

Roger is having his birthday party this upcoming Saturday. It's going to be a huge bash with a live rock band that some of his friends are in. These guys are good enough to be on the radio and I'm going to try to get some more CDs from them for mine friendz back home.

I've used the boat a bunch since I brought it back with me and now I feel like more of myself. People still think I'm nuts when I'm piloting down the river racing like a jet ski, but I don't care as long as everyone is having fun. My Jolly Roger is getting more and more ripped and torn which to me, is perfect. Some things should just never look new. I'm going to get Roland to let me borrow his .44 revolver out at the firing range one day so I can put some bullet holes in the bad boy. Now that would be hot.

Gotta run, starting the bonfire and hot dogs. I'll catch you on the flip side.

Return of the Mac...

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 03:00:04 GMT

Shladies and gentlemangs, the Yankee Reb is alive!

The job is going well (I'm the foreman in a fence building company in S.C. if you didn't already know)and I'm enjoying quite a few things. Some of them being...

1) Living 10 minutes away from the beach.
2) 70 to 80 degree weather.
3) An awesome boss/friend.
4) Palm trees and cold beer
5) Kickin' ass.

So as it turns out the move was good for me on lots of levels, though there were a few downsides. That's usually how life goes anyway so I'm not surprised.

I'm going to be home on the upcoming 8th, I've already gotten the Greenfield house for the night. If ya'll want to party be there at 7ish or later and I'm afraid that it's BYOB. Sorry. You should be able to recognize me though. I'll be the guy with the tan and the longish (getting longer) hair.

Man, life is pretty damn good. Hope you all are well and maybe I'll see you soon.

Ready, set , out!

Pass the pen there Billy Bob...

Fri, 26 Aug 2005 15:32:37 GMT

and I'll write us up a song.
Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet,
if the melody sits all wrong.

Fellow colleges, distinguished members of the press, ladies and gentlemen.
I would like to take this opportunity to personally and humbly thank
each and every one of you for joining us at this particular event.

It is my hope that we can utilize this meeting of the minds to
successfully convey the essence of our platform to you, a grand and
noble audience. As I look out among the faces, I reflect, taking console in the words
of Franklin Delano Roosevelt who said, "We have nothing to fear but Fear itself."
Paranoia is a disease unto itself, and may I add, the person standing
next to you, may not be who they appear to be, so take precaution.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste, this is true. Many a young person
has fallen prey to the substances that alter the perspective of any
Right thinking individual. The problem with the youth today is, because of their inexperience with the world, they cannot attempt to grasp the ideals set forth by
Myself and those who preceded me.

But, as history has shown, they will come around and embrace our
philosophies and become model citizens in their own right. God bless
this great nation.

Les Is More. Out.

And who is the master of fox hounds?

Sun, 01 May 2005 00:10:43 GMT

And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?

The bachelor party was cool. Pretty decent turn out though nothing huge. Pain Cave jammed for about an hour or so and Molly's dad picked up the extra guitar to help us out. He's pretty damn good. We played some old tunes off the old "Hurt Locker" album and free-styled for a bit. Played some cards, did some drinking, good time.

When I got there most people were still laughing about the wicked lame excuse someone pulled for not heading out. Like for a second anyone was going to believe that they didn't have alternate transportation means. It was decided before I got there that they were pretty fucking chumpy and nobody was at all surprised that they didn't show. I agreed. They could have been honest and said something like "We just don't feel like it," or "I'm too lazy and self centered to care" or "I'm a sucking void of motivation". Hell, at least I would have respected the honesty.

My buddy is getting married, like I'm not going to show up to his bachelor party and have a good time with him and give him my support. It's a huge moment in his life, I think that I could take a little time out of mine and hang out. After all the getting psyched about other people's projects and all the contributions he's kicked in over the years, I owe it to him. Mostly though, it's because I consider him my friend.
Anyway...

Adh na neireannach Brenz and Molly. (sorry Molly. I don't know the word for Scottish) Have a good wedding. It took me three days to remember this, please forgive any errors. I'm no so hot with Gaelic anymore.

Go n-eiri an bothar leat.
Go raibh an choir ghaoithe i gconai leat.
Go dtaitní an ghrian go bog bláth ar do chlar eadain,
go gcuire an bhaisteach go bog mín ar do ghoirt.
Agus go gcasfar le cheile sinn arís,
go gcoinní Dia i mbosa a laimhe thu.

A long night of work.

Sun, 06 Mar 2005 09:30:42 GMT

Somewhere along the way, a few years ago, things went terribly wrong somehow. A big old spiral of crap.

On a day like today the memories drift through my head. Mostly I'm just left amazed in a sad way and I catch myself shaking my head a lot. There wasn't any need for it and most all of it proved to be terribly pointless.

Eh. It'll pass from my head tonight with time, no biggie.

A Note on cleaning...

Fri, 17 Dec 2004 10:28:06 GMT

Hi, my name is Matty and I don't like to clean.

I like things fairly orderly which often times doesn't mesh well with the above, so I resort to other tactics. Tactics like building something, or reading, or cruising around in The Car which are all specifically designed to promote and exonerate that special feeling we call "Who gives a shit, I'll get to it later."

Because we all need that once in a while and I swing it with aplomb. You ask, "Has it ever gotten me in trouble?" Ahh, the tale.

I remember the sound of the choppers over my home, the SWAT teams breaking through my windows, of being cuffed in the orange jump suit at my trial. I remember the words of Hangin' Judge Magurk as he called my "But why make it if I'm just going to sleep in it later?" defense 'flawed at best.' I still recall vividly the time I spent in a triple max lock-down for what society labels a crime. Rapidly I learned out how to make a shiv out of soap and shoelaces lest I be sold for a few cigarettes while also enjoying free cable and earning a degree in economics. Hard times my friends, hard times. But the only way to beat the streets is to be meaner than they are and I survived my 10 years intact until release.

I hope you understood the moral of this post if only in the hopes that, if you did, you can tell it to me. Because I don't know what it was. I'm off to bed, the one which some still call unmade. I (and my lawyer) now refer to it as "Speed-Load Compliant".

Good night and God save the Queen.

Saturday Afternoon Lights...

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 07:45:35 GMT

Played ball today on the 70 yd field. After a review with the boyz at work here's the final stats for all of you that have me (Delta Team #88) in your fantasy touch football league.

Defense;
3 Swats, 2 blown coverages, 2 def pass interference calls

Offense;
Receiving- 1 catch for 60 yds and 1 TD.
Passing- 280 yds passing, 4 TDs, 0 times sacked
Rushing- 1 yd.

Side notes- 5 times called a "mugger", 5 times called a "cheap suit", 1 leg tweak, 1 shot to the hooha.
Personal notes- Actual times a "mugger"-8. And the leg tweak is, in truth, a slowly inflaming groin pull.
Game- 49 to 35
Season of Delta Team vs. Bravo Squad= 5 - 1.

Only two games left. The day after Thanksgiving is our Super Bowl.

WHAT?!

Thu, 21 Oct 2004 03:12:00 GMT

Are you fucking high?!

Francona just put in Pedro.

I'm going to projectile vomit. I know this.

Game 2.

Fri, 15 Oct 2004 08:29:13 GMT

The goddamn Yankees. Fuck.

In other news, whatever man, the search continues. I ride.

Doom, Beer and Oompa Loompa...

Sat, 25 Sep 2004 22:30:53 GMT

Were my big three on the offensive line in Quarterback club 98' on my N64. They protected my QB Death and allowed him time to launch 60 yard bombs to my receivers Hands and Freaky Z or to my tight-end One Leg.

Oh it was good, make no mistake. The important stats per game on average against opposition were 6 sacks, 3 injured players, 64 pts per game, 500+ yards passing, 100+ yards rushing. I'm pretty sure I crippled some coaches in there somewhere as well.

The Beat Squad went 16-0 and won the Super Bowl.

Why do I mention this? I played in our first football game today and filled two of my favorite positions, corner back and wide receiver. It, as well, was good.

Offensively I hauled in 13 out of 15 passes for 130 yards, nailed 2 touchdowns and was never picked off.

Defensively I was swatting balls like a kid seizuring from anime while mugging the crap out of the guys 'Night Train' Lane style. Apparently there is no such thing as defensive pass interference in touch football. Advantage, me baby.

Trash was talked, we had a controversial touchdown that needed review, No-Huddles were thrown around like candy at a parade, but in the end my team (Scherlin, Brunt, myself) won 28 to 21 over Johnson, Carney and Shattuck. Next week 5 more guys are showing up. This is going to rock.

Tasteless joke of the day- "Why does Michael Jackson like twenty eight year olds? Because there's twenty of them."

I'm sore, tired, and very alive right now. Hot damn.

Zamael #11

Bore-dum...

Wed, 08 Sep 2004 09:47:13 GMT

And blythe emails prompt responsive fire. Case in point, tonight. I get a lot of what I like to call mental junk mail. It's a bunch of co-worker driven spam that runs along the lines of "Live every day like it's your last." or "favorite things should be flowers, friends and baby's laughter". Usually though this ilk is poured out in some mush ball story with a lame heartfelt moral cliche at the end. Intending to not only at once to be uplifting but also eye opening to the things in life I supposedly take for granted.

Blow me.

I already know these things. I noticed them years ago, O Paragons of Homespun crap. I'm done with the emails. I was done the minute you went to click your little mouse button to send me with this garbage. Write about that you schmoo.

So I decided that, rather than send the above paragraph, I'd learn the language and fire back at these corny yahoos. This is what I sent, albeit stolen mostly whole cloth from another spam.

When you are sad- I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge on those who made you sad.
When you are blue- I will try to dislodge whatever is blocking your windpipe.
When you smile- I'll know you were not shot down for once.
When you are scared- I will mock you about it every chance I get.
When you are worried- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and tell you to shut the hell up.
When you are confused- I will use little words to explain.
When you are sick- Stay the hell away from me. I don't want whatever you have.
When you fall- I will point and laugh at your clumsy dumb ass. Unless you were drunk, then I'm probably the one who pushed you.

I sent this with the instructions to forward it to 8 people who they really liked and warned them of the Pain Pipes. I hope the fluffies get the message. DO YOU HEAR ME NOW FLUFFIES! Bitch.

Zamael.

Legends of the Fall.

Fri, 03 Sep 2004 05:45:01 GMT

Posted to the board. Things are slow for once here and I figured it was about time.

Quiz time.

Studiously keeping my mouth shut over here. Don't mind me.

Enter Moniker, exit Author.
Zamael.

Subar Alles...

Wed, 25 Aug 2004 03:58:43 GMT

I've got the urge to play Axis & Allies again. I'm going to buy a second copy and try another "Allies on one, Axis on the other= Fog of War" scenario. So, who is doing what this weekend? I think it's MJ if memory serves, but there should be enough people kickin' around that I could get a game running anyway. 'Cides if I run a game, it gives Nomad a break from GMing.

Hell, we could even grill or something as well.

E M, e A
Z

I Have A Dream...

Wed, 18 Aug 2004 02:33:46 GMT

Well, I had one at any rate.

It started at 10 a.m. I know this because I woke myself up to check the time since I tend to dream before waking. Seeing the time, I put myself back to sleep and picked up where I'd left off. When I woke up again it was 3p.m. and my alarm was going off.

I've always wondered how dream time passes vs. real time. I had a solid, sustained, color dream with smell that lasted three "dream days" in five hours. I know because in dreamland I gave myself a watch and checked the sun/moon and time frequently. I still remember 95% of the content. Oh yeah.

That's a fricken 7.2 to 1 ratio of time. I wonder if that's my norm? Eh, maybe I'll try some other time down the road to figure it out.

What I did learn in general is this very special fact. My subconscious (and now probably me as well)has a facination with, among other things;

Black Lamborghinis, chocolate, flying, swords, French and Italian food, wine, Kylie Minogue and Christina Ricci.

You're wicked high if you think I put those in order ;).

Enter Moniker, exit Author.
Zamael.

Officially...

Mon, 16 Aug 2004 02:48:13 GMT

The Government of Stronghold will be absent the Fifth night due to unfriendly complications with traveling back from negotiations. Arrival on town soil proper is thereby delayed until the earliest hour of the Sixth day. Long live Stronghold and the settlers therein.

Calamarth Ellefson,
Last of his Line.

Unofficially,

I have to work Fri. night as of ten minutes ago. Fan-freekin-tastic. I'll get there as soon as I can leave here in the morning Sat. Bear with me, I'll have worked 17 hours at that point. You'll know who I am when you see me. I'll be that guy who's tired, cranky, and has a stiff neck. Crap.

Enter Moniker, exit Author.
Zamael.

*43,110.8 people think I'm on crack.*

I'm The Grey Ghost...

Wed, 04 Aug 2004 07:31:58 GMT

Known coast to coast,
like butter and toast.

In a rare from home post I'd like to mention that;

1) Haven still sucks.
2) The 'Nomad makes being there better, hey.
3) I'm enjoying my minor social stigmata (the bleeding of the eyes) or place on the black list if you prefer. Makes me laugh and feel good.
4) A kiddie pool is for kiddies. It was not ment to be a bucket for co-dependency.
5) CD player + Car = Roudebaugh Flapjacko III
6) There is no Playlist. There is a Mix CD called "Remember this when it was new" dated 1995 and a "Songs of the 80's" compilation. Place into a bowl and mix with angst (The Cure), ridiculous melancholy (Peter Murphy or Cruxshadows), and deep depression (Pee Wee Herman). Serve cold until bored.
7) Remeber to remove the plastic price tag cord from your skirt. Otherwise you might look bad or trashy. Or both.
8) Simmah down theah. It's not like ya gotta werry 'bout it gettin' cool anytime soon. Hey.
9) Gnome needs a spiky ball.

I had a pretty damn good time. Seriously. It's good to dance the dance again.

Zamadoone

*708,665 people think that, despite their mother's warnings about running, they accidentally fall with their knives.*

Potatious...

Tue, 03 Aug 2004 14:26:25 GMT

I have IM again. KingMordekai is the new name.

Zamael.

So you want to make a movie, eh?

Fri, 23 Jul 2004 07:51:35 GMT

"If Laurel and Catwoman started making out at the top of the Hedare beauty headquarters, instead of trying to throw each other off it, even that wouldn't make the movie any more interesting."

Damn. It's not my writing there. On the other hand I'm surprised by this quote in three ways.

A) That a reporter from the AP wrote this in a rewiew.
B) That it made it onto CNN.com.
C) That the journalists name is Christy Lemire.

When you hear a woman saying that girly action in a movie wouldn't have helped, you tend to really think about that. At least if your me.

I admire your harshness Christy. Stay proud.

Something useful...

Fri, 16 Jul 2004 05:17:41 GMT

This way comes.

Me and the Nomad are having a party for his housewarming as well as for Hank's and Jen F's Bdays. He's (The Nomad) said that he posted to his journal so I figured I'd post to my old one as well. Blanket coverage. Anyway, I sent out a bunch of emails Monday with invites, figured this was a decent follow up.

Food from the grill, booze (byob is best just in case), volley ball, boccie, music, snacks, and horseshoes if I can get the pits in in time. Supposed to be good weather so things are starting around 5 pm. If you want to drop in before then you'll have to call to see if I'm home, but other than that I don't mind in the least.

Oh, and ignore the crop circle. I do. Besides it's filling in again so why worry.

Your LJ RPG Team
LJ Username
Sex
Favorite Color
Weapon of Choice
Your Partner	kattheworld
Your Warrior	eevieivy
The Giggly, Flirtatious Magic User with Big Breasts	zahnarabai
The Talking Animal	divineorion
Main Archenemy	aariel
Evil Incarnate	divineorion

This fun quiz by ass_ - Taken 123836 Times. </a>