!sdrawkcaB nettirW si eltiT sihT

See, I'm being clever with that title.

That's what I do now, obviously.

So...this is the big update. I hope the sock situation adressed in my previous psuedo-update has been seen to, as I do not want to deal with an legal problems later.

Good.

So this is going to be a strange update, because I am going to try and incorporate as much as I can from the lost update from earlier in the week, where I accidently closed the window, losing all my hard, hard work (my average blog takes upwards of 7 hours to prepare; 16 if you include research and storyboarding!). So hang onto your kilts, because we are about to go on a ride more exciting than the fastest rollercoaster.

So as I never mentioned earlier, my folks have gone away for a couple of weeks. They left me $60 of grocery money, so that I would be able to eat and not startve to det, as I am wont to do. Here's the thing though...the little hamster wheel got turning in my head; "that's $60 for groceries," I thought, "but what if, by some stretch, I DIDN'T spend it on food at all? Why, I'd be up $60!" And this began "Operation: Acquired Taste". I started planning out my meals based on stuff we have around the house. We ran out of bread, so I had been making turkey sandwhiches on tortilla wraps until we ran out of those. I've been rationing my Oatmeal Raisin Crisp to make sure it lasts, which has been going well. I mostly drink water because we ran out of good drinks almost the day after my parents left (it took me a couple of days to get the hang of a more "liberal" food definition). Microwaved hot dogs? You've got it! Cheese and crackers? Damn straight! The one great thing I did manage, though, was a kick-ass omlette. It was really simple, but damn was it good. It's also funny to picture me cooking it, because flipping it over was a two-handed, two-spatula'd affair. Whatever works, right?

Along the same lines, at work earlier this week, there was a little celebration for someone who is getting married this weekend. The thing is, this celebration included Thai food. That got me thinking, which is always a dangerous thing. I signed the guy's card with probably the worst message ever ("Good work! -Dan"), and then proceeded to attend this party, and eat a really big lunch, which was good for me, because of the last paragraph.

Speaking of work, while walking to the catch the bus after finishing a hard day of not getting payed, I spotted something shiny on the ground. Ass I walked past, I saw that it was, in fact a CD. A Moby CD, at that! I contemplated picking it up, but at that point, I had already passed it by, and was almost at the bus stop. I did a lot more thinking, until I finally decided that I would, in fact, pick the CD up. By this time, I was already at the bus stop, so i walked back and picked the disc up. As far as I could tell, someone got to the stop-sign , and then just tossed the CD out their window, complete with jewel-case and booklet. I haven't, you know, listened to the CD or anything, but, damnit, I have a Moby CD!

Oh, EXCITEMENT:

Everyone remembers good old popcan fly, right? Well, the other day, something interesting developed...ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to POPCAN MOTH! Exactly the same situation as last time...annoying moth, empty popcan, heartless prison. This time, though, there were no promises of cheeses or anything of that sort. No, the fly experiment showed me that making promises like that only lead to dissapointment. Oh, and for the record, Moths are pussies. He didn't even last 2 days, but I assume that is just because he was in the darkness under that can, and I'd like to think that moths eat light, which is why they always fly around lightbulbs. It makes total sense if you think about it.

So this weekend, I am going up North, which is good, because there is food up there. There is also rum, which is another good thing.

I'm going to leave off with this, for now, because I beleive it is just about time to jam some food into me, and then see what is going on around here (SPOILER: The answer is nothing). I might add a little something else if anything comes up, but for now, I leave you with something i came up witha few months ago while drunk and in a cab. They are words of the greatest wisdom, which I spewed forth in the front seat, while drunken revellers sat in the back:

Life is like a simile

It was quite funny, and I even got the cab driver to laugh, which is a feat in itself, as they are known for their stoicism and "straight-shooter" attitude. For those of you who don't get it, christ, would it hurt you to open a book once in a while? Here. Seriously...

Anyways, I am off, like I said earlier, but will add a bit more if anything interesting should surface in the old hat-rack. If nothing else, I hope to have some more stories from the great up North to share when I get back tommorow afternoon. That bastard with the broken knees had better not show up if he knows what's good for him.

Dyko

SOON!

Got a decent update percolating in the old noggin, ready to be spewed forth strategically onto the various keys of my keyboard, and, thus, input onto my monitor where it is just a number of "clicks" (sorry for using technical jargon like that) away from being on an internet, and, thusly, in your brain!

It's science.

Check back late tonight/early tommorow, and make sur to secure your socks, as this update is likely to knock them off, send them across the room, and into the hamper! Unless, of course, they are already in the hamper, in which case they will fly out, and onto your feet, so you might not wanna be wearing slippers or sandals while reading (I assume that people reading my blog do so while either on a beach, or being 1960s businessmen who just came home after a hard day pouring over the Anderson report, and just want to relax in front of the fireplace).

c u l8r, k? lol*
Dyko

*Oh god...what have I done?

SON OF A BITCH!

I had an entire blog entry typed up, and accidently close the window. I'm in a bad mood about it, now, so won't be updating for a few days.

Dyko

Dyko updates a blog. His blog.

Oh my, it has been DAYS since I've updated! I coudl easily make something up about how I've been really busy, what with the kids, the transmission going to crap in the car, and renovations on the cottage, but that would be a lie made up of three lies, because contraty to popular belief, I have neither a car, cottage OR children. Next time get your story straight, Gord Marineau!

Things are alright on this end and, due to my policy of not whining in a blog, as far as you know, things will REMAIN alright on this end for as long as I get yelled at to keep updating this thing!

I worked out for the first time on Friday in a long time. That was interesting. My ankle still hurds, and I managed to pull an awesome by kicking a 60lb weight with the bad foot before I even had a chance to do any working out. I sucked it up, and then just reserved myself to complaining about how much my ankle hurt every 4 minutes or so. It got me through things.

Saturday morning, 6am saw me heading out for more auditions! This time, it was actually quite an interesting experience. Met some really cool people, and actually got a couple of really nice compliments from some of the girls. Also met one VERY crazy guy...he looked like Wierd Al Yankovic, and acted like a crazy combination of said Yankovic and Robin Williams, in that he jsut didn't stop. Ever. Also, he wore a black cape and matching hat. He was a card, that's for sure.

I ended up getting home around 5, and then falling asleep around 8:30pm, because I was pretty damn tired. Sleep is good.

I have a feeling that I'm quickly losing this blog update...there isn't too much funny in here, which is a terrible thing!

Damnit, this entry sucks. I'll have a good one tommorow, I SWEAR. I'll make sure to get in a fight or something at work, with hilarious results. Maybe hurt my ankle a bit more. That's always good for a laugh or two.

Sorry about this!

Dyko

I am writing in a blog.

Haven't updated in a few days, so I guess it is time to do so!

I made a discovery a few days ago. I work harder when I am not getting payed than I do when I am actually on some sort of payroll.

I ended up going in yesterday to help SCREAM with their host auditions. That was an interesting time. I decided that I enjoy when attractive actresses flirt with me because they think that I have, through some stretch of the imagination, ANY sort of pull around there.

I don't.

It was an interesting process because the building I was in would have a blackout every hour, on the hour, so we'd alternate between a nice, air-conditioned building to a dark, quiet place every hour. It was strange, because when the power was out, it would still be pretty bright, but there was NO sound whatosever...no fans or anything like that, so it was just really, really awkward.

I ended up going to the bathroom in complete darkness...that was interesting. I had my flashlight*, but it felt really wierd...like I was doing something terribly wrong...sneaking around the bathroom and all that. Funny stuff.

Speaking of work, I've come to the conclusions that one of my co-workers does not like me. I have no idea what the deal is, either. She just flat-out doesn't seem to enjoy my company at all. It bothers me a little bit...and I know I'm gonna end up like George Costanza in that one episode of Seinfeld where he was obsessed with Jerry's masseuse friend not liking him. I mean, seriously...I'm fucking lovable.

*Flashlight story!*

A while back, I was at Sherway Gardens, and visited the House of Knives store there to look at Samurai swords. You know...just incase. So, anyways, while I'm in there, the girl who works there starts talking to me. Flirting. Long-story, short, I end up spending $100 on a flashlight from her. Don't get me wrong, it's an awesome flashlight, and I have used it a number of times, but, really, I never wanted it. It's LED, though, which appearantly, means something. The bulbs never burn out, and it can be used to actually BLIND people. That's gotta be worth something. I'll tell you what it isn't worth, though, and that is $100. It also has a visible range of 3km, which I don't care about at all. When I was up north a few weeks ago, I was using it to signal boats out on the lake late at night. It worked, and they would flash their silly lights back at me. I guess that was fun. Also, I was drunk at the time, so that last thing may not have happend.

*End of flashlight story!*

This weekend is going to be BRUTAL. I am not getting payed, but am going in on Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday to help with auditions again. That's 8:30am on Saturday and Sunday, which means I am going to be getting up at the latest, 6:15am both days. They are sending me a taxi on Sunday, because the busses won't even be running until after I'd have to show up. All of this means that I won't be able to do much this weekend at all. That makes me a sad panda.

I feel that it is generally just too hot lately. Riding the bus is comparable to a trip through hell, and the Parkdale area smells really, really bad when it is hot. REALLY bad.

I don't know if I've got anything else to add right now, really.

In fact, I do NOT!

I will update later, should anything interesting fall out of my head onto the keyboard. Until then, enjoy your ACTUAL weekend, you bastards!

Dyko

P.S. I planned on trying to get this done by 5, and I've got 4 minutes to spare. Eat that, clock!

Ugh...

I ate some leftover Chinese food this morning, and I think I caught something from it. It was probably the squid. Squid is so good, though. Anyways, just felt the need to explain that I feel like total crap right now, and I keep burping.

I also didn't sleep very well at all last night. Had a strange dream with one of my friends in it that left me feeling a bit wierd when I woke up. Not gonna go into any detail here.

Alright, I need to bring some funny, or if I'm not careful, there'll be some bloody poetry in here, and I'll start talking about how unfair the world is, and how I spilled my black nail polish all over the cat and am grounded now because my parents don't get me.

AN UPDATE:

The fly...is dead.

I lifted the can last night, and the poor little guy was laying there peacefully. I did a google search under "Dead Fly" and got this. I assume they are his family. I'm very sorry they had to find out about it like this.

On the plus side, the cheeses are mine, and nobody elses.

It's not even 5 yet, and I think I am just about ready for bed. I seriously feel terrible.

Ended up going to the hospital yesterday to have my ankle looked at. It was funny, because there were like 3 people ahead of me, all with messed up ankles as well. I got it X-rayed, which made me laugh, because they gave me a really small lead apron when I lay on the table, and just put it on my crotch area. I also got pushed around in a wheelchair the entire time, which was really wierd for me. My dad said I was walking too slowly, though, so he insisted that I let him push me around.

While waiting in the hall for a doctor to see me (No room needed for Dyko! Just put him in the hall next to the bedsheet cart and the a pile of old newspapers!), a really funny shirtless man kept walking around, his arm in a sling. He would walk by, and out into the lobby, and then 2 nurses would come running out, asking if we saw him, then take him back to his room. From what I overheard, he was heavily drugged, and was making their jobs very difficult. It was funny, though, because when he walked by the receptiond esk, he would go into an over-exaggerated, cartoon-like sneak...I'm talking tippy-toes, funny look on his face, and hands moving up and down as he walked. Interesting character.

Think that's about all i've got for today...I managed to get a copy of this Japanese horror movie, Ju-On (The Grudge), and it is seriously the scariest thing I've ever seen. I watched it months ago, and even just having it now, without watching it is a little bit upsetting to me. There is a re-make in the works right now, called just The Grudge, and as far as I can tell, it looks pretty much like a shot-for-shot re-make from the trailer, which is GREAT. Check out the trailer...it's a FRACTION of the level of disturbing that the movie is. Good stuff.

Anyways, I'm gonna go burp a bit, or lie down or something, because I feel terrible.

Dyko

Something I forgot to mention!

I failed to mention one funny thing that happened last night...while we were at the subway station, i sat down on the floor to sulk about my injured ankle. I stretched my leg out, and was leaning on the wall. James attempted to jump over my out-stretched leg, lost his balance on the landing, and fell with full weight right onto the son-of-a-bitch!

This hurt A LOT, and while attempting to bury my head into my hands as I lay face down in the station, I ended up driving my nose into the floor pretty hard.

Oh, also just remembered that right before we left from my house, I picked up a weight, and started demonstrating how to use it, and hit myself in the mouth with it. Not so great.

Dyko

Dyko's Saturday night. Oh god.

Last night started off interesting. Drank some rum and coke, had some fun in the backyard...good times. On the way to the bar, things took a turn for the Dyko.
I decided, in my drunken wisdom, to JUMP off of the bus when we got to Islington. Not, my right ankle has been pretty bad lately, so I clearly let my left ankle take the weight.
Bad move.

After screamer the word"fuck" (I don't swear, normally), I dropped everything I was holding, and bent over a mailbox, pounding my fist into the top, and trying very hard not to cry. Everyone went across the street to pee in the bushes, while I dragged myself over to the stairs of the station, where I sat with my head in my hands. I'm not ashamed to say that I cried a little bit.

So we got to the bar, and, even though everyone told me to sit down, I proceeded to stand and walk around all night on my bad ankle (It's actually feeling 10x worse than ly right ankle, and I'm gonna go to the doctor as soon as my parents get home, because it looks BAD). I bought Candice and Jaclyn drinks, and drank a bit myself, so everything there is good.
I joined eeryone outside while they smoke, and we found one of our friends, James, sitting, looking bad, in the alley. The bouncer said that he needed to go home, and that he was asking about Dan.

I am Dan.

Suffice it to say, I end up taking James home in a cab while everyone else did whatever the hell people do when I'm not around (I'd assume talk about how much they miss me). All-in-all, the cab ride cost me $75, which is ridicu-fucking-lous, becaue it's a $30 ride from downtown to my house. No idea what happened there, but it was either that, or the drunk tank for James, so I sucked it up.

At one point, James was puking, and the cabbie made me go get a bag, from the only store that was open. That's right...a Porn shop.
Let that one sink in...

...at 2:30 am, I stormed into a bloody PORN SHOP, limping, and asked the guy for some bags. He looked pretty scared, and gave me what I asked for. I saw things there, though...like...umm...aparatii that I had no want to see.

Ever.

The rest of the ride was spent holding a bag to my friend's face, while carrying on one of my pattented barely-tell-he's-drunk conversations with the driver. Don't ask what we talked about, because I couldn't tell you if I wanted to.

So we get home, and James passes out on the neighbour's lawn, so I climb onto my buddies car (which he left parked at my place), and call my friend Brad, who is also out drinking to re-tell the story. I lay on the car staring at the sky for about 55 minutes, before Jaclyn and Steve (who's car I'm on) show up! We get James set up in a bed, and then all retreat to beds to sleep.
Jaclyn and I shared my bed, and I ended up spending much of the night vomiting in the bathroom. For some reason, while throwing up, I was getting SERIOUSLY concerned with US politics, and the up-comming presidential election. Like to the point where I was actually upset about things. Words like "partisanship" and "rhetoric" were flying around in my head, and I was talking to myself, and making funny moaning noises a lot. At one point, I started thinking about the WCW US Championship belt, and how I'd never win it, which makes sense, I guess.

Around 5-ish, I got up for my usual vomiting run, and James was in the washroom, having one of his own, so I sat in my parents room, and threw up in a garbage can for 5 minutes until he got out (I am fucking classy). We passed eachother in the hall, and had an exchange as follows:

James: "Good day"
Dyko: "No" *VOMIT*

That's bad.

Right now, I am awake, but shouldn't be, because I am operating on 6 hours of non-sleep. Jaclyn and Steve took off, after telling me that my ankle is bad. That's coming from the daughter of a doctor. I think I'll be at the hospital tonight.

I know you all care, so I wish to inform you that I almost threw up 4 times while typing this. Seriously...why the hell am I still single?

Oh, a bit of funny...the bouncer shook my hand when I said I'd take james home, and introduced himself as whatever his name was (like I remember...), and told me that it was a great thing I was doing, and that any time I come back, he'll make sure I get in. That's awesome. The cab driver also told me that I am a great friend, and that I'd make a good husband. That confused me a little bit, but I figure it's a compliment.

I don't have much more to add at this point, because I'm about to take some painkillers and then go to bed. Things hurt, and the world is a terrible place.

Dyko

P.S. $75!?!?

UPDATE!!

**BREAKING NEWS**



I was looking at the fly can, and a fly flew out from behind it and
right past my face! This means one of two things...either the fly
somehow managed to make it out from under the can (!?), or a second fly
has introduced itself in order to confuse me, and get me to check if
the first one is still under the can, thereby releasing him!

I didn't think things would be this tricky.

For the record, the cheese and/or room
offer only works if the fly is still under there alive on Monday, and
does not go into effect if the fly tricks me into letting it go.
That would only fuel my rage.



Dyko

Let it not be said that Dyko lacks compassion

A fly was bothering me in my room today...flying around, hitting
things, and just being a general nuissance. I was about to kill
it with some rolled up papers, but I felt really bad. The
son-of-a -bitch landed, and started walking around, so I gently placed
an empty Iced Tea can on top of him.

As of now, I figure a few days under there, and he'll eventually
die. I wrote a note on a post it warning to not move the can, and
the plan is to move the can on Monday, and if the fly is still alive,
give him a plate of cheeses, and share my room with him until one of us
dies. He would have earned at least that.



Dyko is a compassionate one. Let it not be said otherwise.



Dyko

Porno!

I'm not writing about porn. Seriously, people, get with the fricken' program.



So today was my second day at the documentary channel! Once
again, someone ended up giving me some cake, which leads me to the only
reasonable conclusion...100% of the (2) times I've gone there, I've had
cake, therefore, there will always be cake given to me every time I
come in. It's math. Sad thing is, I don't particularly care
for fancy, sweet foods. Nope, plain white bread and a glass of
warm water for me, thank-you-very-much!



Next week I am coming in to help the people at SCREAM hold auditions
for a new host, which should be interesting. The last host was
GREAT, so it'll be tough to replace her. Gonna have to wait and
see.



Sweet zombie Jesus, that was a boring beginning of a post. I fell
asleep like 8 times typing that, and 3 more times describing how boring
it was just now.



Enough of that...time for the goods!



Something happened to me on the way home today that led me to a
conclusion. This has happened to me enough times that I
have decided it is just a general fact of life now...Has anyone ever
sat down next to you on the bus, and they just really smelled like
corn? I'm not talking popcorn, or fresh corn, but like kernaled,
canned corn. I can name at least 3 occasions when this has
happened to me, and I highly doubt that I am the only one with a story
like this. If anything, my ability to identify odours might just
be a bit more detailed, and allows for me to pinpoint the foodstuff
that things smell like. Who knows? What matters is that
these people are out there, and I don't know if it's B.O. or breath, or
what, but they need to be stopped.



Another thing on the bus ride today: I saw a man peeing on a tree
in the park. He didn't look homless or anything, and also didn't
seem to be trying to hide his actions. I think he just decided "I
gotta piss", and then let loose. Whatever floats your boat.



Also on this same bus, I saw this guy who I can only describe as
looking slippery. I can't put my finger on what it was, but he
looked like he was definately up to something. I stared at him
and progressively turned my diskman up louder and louder until he moved
to the back of the bus, I'd assume to commit something-or-other.
That was my good deed for the day.



A couple of days ago, I came to a different conclusion than my smelly
corn people or beer/depression ones. My cat, Tango, was acting
wierd, trying to trick me into petting her by rolling around, making
meow noises. Then she looked up at my window, and started
whining, wanting me to lift her up. Or so I thought. While
talking to her, and listening to her respond pathetically, I thought to
myself "You know, for as long as we've owned her, she's always been all
whiney. I've also never seen her eat a carrot." That is
when it dawned on me: the reason my cat is whiney is because she
wants a carrot. I'm not going to ever give her one, because
frankly, if I'm going to live my life crippled by an umbrella of
depression, the last thing I need is a happy cat bouncing around
happily with a bloody carrot.



As a sidenote, I'm not actually depressed, but that really helped end that last thought off on a high note.



As another sidenote, maybe I *am* depressed, so much so, that I lie
about it, so as to not be felt sorry for by the 2 people that read this
Blog.



I was thinking of continuing writing like this, with a couple more
sidenotes to sidenotes, and all that, but frankly, one sidenote was
already too much.



I'm going drinking tommorow, and planning on getting royally sauced, so
that should kill a few braincells/shave a few of the old years off the
life, if you know what I'm saying. Once again, I'm going with my
standard checklist of objectives to achieve while out drinking:

1. Make sure Candice, Jaclyn, and Hayley are fine


2. Don't get killed by a bus
   
   

I really feel that those are some solid priorities, and that abiding by
them will definately make the evening just that much more fun. As
an aside (I used up all my sidenotes), congradulations to Hayley for
making my protection list! I'm not even really sure what she did
to get there, but it's a good place to be. At entry level, she is
elligable for me taking a golfball drive to the chest to defend her,
and the benefits only get better from there (Candice is at Dyko
wrestling a bear level, and rising FAST!).



This entry is a lot longer than I would have hoped.



With that, I think I've just about run dry...ummm...



Got nothing else.



Dyko

Dear lord!

Oh god, oh god, oh god!

I broke my internet, and posted the same thing not once, not twice, but THRICE! Shit, seriously, what happens now? Are people going to come and get me? I'm gonna try and figure out if I can delete posts, otherwise, I will be the laughing stock of not just my internet, but all of the internets!

Will be back with a real post eventually. Damn it all to hell.

Dyko

EDIT: I tricked the interent, after some coaxing, to let me delete the posts that I posted, erringly! lucky for me, like 1 person reads this, so it's a PRETTY good chance that nobody saw my embarassing faux pas (pronounced "Fox Paw", for you non-bilinguists).

I lucked out this time, but I learned a lot today. In fact, I think we all did, especially all of you people not reading this blog, and really, isn't that who it's all about? I sure think so.

Train 48

I like to watch the show Train 48. It is a good, Canadian show, and is usually very entertaining. I relate to it, because it deals with current events tactfully, by presenting them from a variety of viewpoints, as represented by the different passengers, who present us with a cross-section of Canadians.

Also, I like to lie about TV shows.

Tuesday!

So, this weekend was fantastic. Had lots of fun, met some people, drank some (lots of) rum, slept on a floor...good times. I also looked, for the first time at my right ankle, which I figure I sprained last Saturday. It looks not-so-good. Really swolen and all that, and hurts like a bitch. Got a bit of sympathy from a girl, until this guy showed up who had both his legs broken when they got run over by a car. Bastard. I was told i should see a doctor, but the thing is, I don't beleive in doctors. Seriously; I feel that doctors are made up, like Santa Clause, or the Irish.

Getting onto today! Started my first day working at the Documentary channel. Went pretty well. Spent about a total of 2 hours trying to figure out how to get the printer to print onto envelopes. In the end, I got it to work by perversely poking the envelope in and out of the paper-feeder until the thing started up. When I got home, I curled up in the fetal position and cried for 3 hours in the shower. I feel so dirty.

I also got my first taste of power in the broadcast industry:

Let it be known that because of me, a TV show about 8 strippers who travel across the US on a bus together, making stop-overs to perform at strip clubs or spank eachother/ run on the beach will not be on Canadian TV! That's right...I watched the 22 minute show, then went off for about 5 minutes about all the things that were wrong with it, and now get to write a letter of denial to the clowns who sent the tape, and then throw the tape in the garbage. Unless I choose to keep it, which I have it in my power to do. That's right.

Do I feel bad? Why should I? I've seen the show!

Got a bunch of movies to watch from the place as well. That'll be fun. I also found a bunch of tapes of interviews with Bruce Campbell and Eli Roth over at the SCREAM section. Gonna look into watching those...

On the way home today, I sat beside a woman who, unluess my nose decieves me (not bloody likely!) uses Vicks vap-o-rub as deoderant. My eyes teared up whenever a woft hit me. Interesting stuff.

Can't think of anything else to say. I was all wanting to write something on the way home, but now that I'm here, I seem to have run out of "things". I could mention some relationship-esque stuff, but there are 4.5 million other blogs out there doing just that, so I will not stoop to that level. If I did that, Fred Durst would win.

Oh, I've made a jar that I keep in my room labelled "Nacho Money" that I put spare change into. There's a reason behind that, and it has nothing to do with nachos, but everything to do with COMEDY! Not gonna explain, though.

Also, one last thing...I came up with a theory this weekend. On Friday night, I drank much Rum & Coke, and had an AMAZING night. On Saturday, though, I drank a bunch of beer, and ended up becoming depressed and mopy. Here's the theory...Rum and Coke combines the depressant properties of Alchohol, with the pick-me-up properties of caffene and sugar. Beer, on the other hand, is JUST alchohol, which I beleive explains the fact that I usually get pensive and quiet when beering it up, whereas I get funny and violent when drinking other things! A great man once said "I'm no expert, but that's just how science works."

I've got nothing else.

Dyko

The first post!!!

Appearantly, the kids today are all about "Blogs." Or they were like 3 years ago, which means that I should get on the bandwagon. I mean, hell, if it's good enough for Fred-the-fuck-Durst*, how can I go wrong?

Anyways, I don't know what to write here, but from what I've seen of some other blogs I've read, it's not so much a matter of "what should I post?" but more a matter of "post". I am still trying to figure ut how this copy of a blog that I downloaded onto my monitor from Roger's very own internet works. I clicked "View Blog" and was given a 404 error, but that might be because I've posted nil thus far.

I think I'm going to post this, as it is now, and then write more later, because I need to stuff food into me right now.

As a preview...we're gonna get some crazy-ass stream-of-conciousness-esque posting in here. Random thoughts are good. Eventually, I might answer the question of what a Dyko is**

Time to figure out how I can get a profile or something, because I figure a seductive picture of me is just the shot-in-the arm this "blog" needs to get the masses reading, feverishly hitting re-load, awaiting my every update.

It'll happen.

Out.

Dyko

*I don't particularly care for Fred Durst
**I won't