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I meet a woman and find out she has a blog. I read her blog, and slowly her words spin the spider web of lust that ensnares my thoughts. I become obsessed with her, but I really shouldn’t. A beautiful woman with a well-written, worthwhile and compelling blog has never wanted me.

Ya, I just got a dog and he’s already gotten into a few fights. I’m keeping track of them just for the veterinarian behaviorist.

10/2 fight with office dog
10/4 fight with chow-chow lab
10/6 fight with dog that looks like him
10/8 2 fights - a dalmation and a basset hound

my dog doesn’t get along with the other dogs and it makes me worry.

the dog got into another fight today at work. i thought that he would get along and when it looked like he was getting along, i treated him, and then the other dog went for the treat, and then my dog freaked out and started barking on him and jumping on him.

i’m totally bummed about this.

My dog got into another fight at the dog run on Sunday 10/13. It was with a muzzled German shepherd. The GSD was playing fetch with his master, and my dog thought the ball was his and kept barking at the other dog. I could only regain control of him after the master of the GSD stopped throwing the ball. He told me that my dog needs more training.

when i was a philosopher, philosophical women didn’t want me.
when i was an activist, long-haired women smelling of patchouli wouldn’t go near me.
when i was wealthy, wealthy women didn’t want me.
when i was well-read, well-read women didn’t want me.

i’m angry about this. i’m doing my best to get over this. i’m so pissed.

One of the best ways to get over my list of bitter ironies is to not care. I don’t fucking care about those bitches that I run into at tech conferences anymore. It so fucking pisses me off that none of them are attracted to me unless I do that player stuff.

Anyway, I don’t care anymore.

It’s really goddamned motherfucking interesting how a college graduate woman of 21 can just de novo put herself into the top circles of power. I am looking at a picture of someone’s twitter friends. She is a total nobody. She is emblematic of the talentless female nobody’s that somehow get their way into the most powerful tech circles.

Why? Because men want them for their beauty. I can’t wait until these dudes learn how quite common and a waste of time beauty merely on the outside is.

These days I’ve been playing Warcraft. I have an alliance, nightelf, rogue on Arthas called Kritworks.

It’s been really fun playing a rogue, because you can be a real jerk to others with impunity.

In Warcraft, rogues have stealth and can sneak up behind other players and backstab or garrote them.

I remember the first player I pwnd in this way.

I was close to the Charred Vale, and saw an equal level warlock farming leather skins. I snuck up behind him, kidney shot him, and then just let my blades do pretty consistent damage. Just when I was about to do my finishing move, eviscerate, i laughed at the guy. A second later he was dead.

The great thing about warcraft is that it’s a fantasy world that’s so opposite of this world. In WoW, I have all this freedom and can get away with so much. Yeah, play a rogue in the real world and you’re looking at multiple life sentences and capital punishment.

I’m slightly bipolar. What that means is that I don’t need to take meds, but I’m carefully and closely monitored. I know that keeping a regular and exact sleep schedule is important for my condition. It just really sucked when my boss and my therapist yesterday told me that I have to sleep at the same time every night.

That really cuts down on the amount of cool stuff I get to do like go to shows, or hack code.

I have to be at bed at 1120pm every single night or else I get into that state where I cycle between emotions alot.

It sucks. It totally blows, but yeah, 1120pm is what I need to do so that I’ll get to work at 9am everyday.

I hate being a salaried stooge. I work at the best place in the world. A lot of people would like to work for this company, but I think I’m really tired of not being in charge.

I would rather be disappointed in other people, than rather have people disappointed in me.

What set this off?

I got chewed out for being careful to point out that I got to work at 8:57am, that I got in early. Yesterday, I got called out for coming in later than 10am. Seems that whichever way I go it’s wrong.

Anyway, I’m sick of sucking up, and holding the anger in.

I want to be my own boss and call the shots, so I’ve started working on a business plan for my own business.

I’m really excited about the prospect of my own business.