Talk is cheap - but on the internet it might as well be worthless.

Well, I finally got into Galaxies last night after hours of trying. Turned out that Mozilla was the key. Lot's of frustrated people who can't get in. On one hand, I can symapthize with them. Sony should have had their crap together and they should have been ready. But, then again, there is no pleasing some people and many of these punks are taking pleasure in watching the mess pan out while they sit back and post "This blows - this game suxxors I want my money back..." I just hate that the Developers are taking the heat on this. And I hate to see the Star Wars name smeared.

I think my buddy Fish will be reading this soon. Let me tell you a bit about him so he isn't a tranger (not that you can tell whether he read it or not).

I met Fish in Munich at the University of Maryland: Munich Campus back in 1988 (you have to put 19 now that we are in a new millenium and all). He and I roomed together and killed many brain cells in each other's company. He has been my best friend ever since. The kind that will stand by you through anything ya know? I don't think I laugh as hard with anyone else as I do when I am with him.

There ya go - that's Fish.

Galaxies is being overwhelmed and I can't get an account created.... arrggg....

Star Wars Galaxies comes out today! Look it up!

trying to lose weight is harder than quitting smoking. I have lost about 7 lbs so far. It's KILLING ME!!!

Well, aside from not doing the right signatures, going to the office to get the instructions to the notary, not being able to find the drill, almost knocking the lamp post down, completely forgetting that I had 3 hours of VERY important work to do from home last night for a project this AM, putting the packet for the refi together, sealing the envelope and then realizing that it needed part of the insurance policy in there, searching the house for 20 minutes to find it… I have had a pretty successful 18 hours. I found the drill on the floor of the dining room this morning, so it wasn't all bad!

AARRRRRGGG!

OKay, now I'm back from FL. Actually was back on Sunday night but I was lazy.

Trip was good for the most part. It was Hot Rod heaven! The people we stayed with are big hot rodders and I rode around in a 47 2-Door Convertible Chevy and it was a blast! There was a spider in Pretty's bed and that sucked. The drive down was fine save for the construction traffic. I told Pretty all about Star Wars Galaxies and she actually listened enough to understand - not that she doesn't listen but she doesn't play computer games.

I weighed in this morning at 256 - down 7 lbs from where I started. YAY!

I can see where this gets confusing if I post several times in one day... Since the post would actually read from the bottom of the day... get it?

In the morning I am driving 5 hours with Pretty - my girlfriend (her name is actually the same as mine... no - not Toast) to see some friends of hers in this little town near Ocala Florida. She grew up near them. Not in Florida though... She's a Northern Girl. If you look on Yahoo Maps at Ocala Florida, and draw a circle around it encompassing all the places you can drive to within 5 hours, you can see a whole lot of places that I might live in... And you care why?

We are driving my new car. New to me that is. The Old Shitbox as she was so lovingly referred to was is now living her life as some losers only means of transportation up in Michigan. Can you believe he flew all the way down here from MI to pick it from the lady who bought it from me (for $300). Talk about desperate for a free ride (the lady gave him the car). Hell, he could have bought a $300 car in Michigan, and saved himself the drive back, which in "The Old Shitbox" was no treat I can imagine...

Oh yeah, the new car. Well, it's a 96 Maxima. By far the largest and most luxurious car I have ever owned - even though it's used. Black on black leather. Nice rims and new tires (thanks to my Mastercard).

I hope we get there okay. It (the new car) has a few miles on it. Pretty wants to drive her truck but I am more comfortable in "the Maxima". Actually, I think she just wants to smoke without thinking that I am frowning at her...

Well, I'm back. Not from Florida though. Just back to you. My loyal readers.

I think that I should have not cheated my way through that typing class all those MANY years ago. But I figured out how to copy files from one disk to another disk. I think those were TRS-80 computers... Phew... for somebody who can't type, I sure have been using these things we call PCs for a long time. I need to get a copy of Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing or something.

be back later. Heading to florida for a few days in the morning. Hooray for humidity!

And what the heck is up with the latest rage of folks insisting on backing into their parking spaces. First off, drivers today are not real good at backing up. Secondly, when backing up (a harder thing to do than driving forward), why would you CHOOSE to back up into a place where there is less room to the left and right due to other cars in the adjacent spaces? Wouldn't it make sense to want to back out into the empty street instead of having to back into a cramped spot? Thirdly, I should point out that becuase the steering is at the front of the car, the front of the car is more manueverable. If this were not the case, all cars would be made at the factory as rear steering cars instead of front steering cars. So, it would be logical that you would want to have your most manueverable part of the car pointed towards the most precarious space...

It doesn't make you look any cooler. It doesn't make the process any shorter (as you bozo's take longer to back in than it would have taken for you to back out!). And if you dent my car....

Welcome to my Blog. This is obviously the place to be to I encourage you to be a regular around here. I am Toast - your host - and welcome to my mind. It's scary in here but ultimately harmless.

Surrounded by lava lamps and a fish tank in my office (yes - my employer let's me get away with all this), I hope to empart some wisdom to you.

Wisdom nugget number one:

Movie goers SUCK! Whatever happened to courtesy? Whatever happened to respect? I sense that some folks might even think that my request for their silence is me being disrespectful towards them. Judging by some of the looks I am given when I do it, that must be just what they are thinking. So maybe it was an overly starched, falsely happy and social expressionless world that little Beaver Cleaver lived in. But I am pretty sure that Ward and June taught him to stay quiet in a theater!