Well, the old place is up and running on new software. Hopefully I won't have to give Wordpress a big "Fuck You" like I did joomla.
YourAmishDaddy lives again.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Ugh. Ever just have one of those dreams you wished you could give to someone else?
Man. I'm sick to death of having these dreams where I'm under water fighting a giant fangly-fish-serpent thing. This thing is huge and I mean like five freight trains huge. It looks like it eats buses full of clowns for breakfast.
The lead up is the same every time. I'm standing on a grass-covered stone structure, and someone throws a helicopter at the wall near me. The helicopter smashes the wall and floor out, which drop into this huge crystal clear underground reservoir. It's a nice looking place, with iron grates forever rusting in the fresh water. I swim near a very large grate, and then the current pulls me to it, then throws me to the side as the huge fangly fish shows up. At this point it's like the T-Rex fight on Tomb Raider Anniversary. I just gotta piss him off, but I don't have guns. All I have is a full-metal halberd. But all I have to do is piss him off once, and it's over. He runs at the grate he broke through with his mouth open, and I dive down and swim to the other side. He charges it with his mouth open and socko. He impailes his entire mouth on it.
I aslo get to watch myself die in some dreams. Like the first time I had this dream, The fish killed me because I tried to get ontop of him, figuring I could just stab his eyes and whatnot. Yeah that was a failure. I got sucked up and chomped in half.
We’ll karaoke all night long, We’ll Macarena till the break of dawn. We’ll drive around until the morning light. All night, all night, all night, all night.
Dreams are supposed to be a gateway into the mind. Boy am I fucked up.
The lead up is the same every time. I'm standing on a grass-covered stone structure, and someone throws a helicopter at the wall near me. The helicopter smashes the wall and floor out, which drop into this huge crystal clear underground reservoir. It's a nice looking place, with iron grates forever rusting in the fresh water. I swim near a very large grate, and then the current pulls me to it, then throws me to the side as the huge fangly fish shows up. At this point it's like the T-Rex fight on Tomb Raider Anniversary. I just gotta piss him off, but I don't have guns. All I have is a full-metal halberd. But all I have to do is piss him off once, and it's over. He runs at the grate he broke through with his mouth open, and I dive down and swim to the other side. He charges it with his mouth open and socko. He impailes his entire mouth on it.
I aslo get to watch myself die in some dreams. Like the first time I had this dream, The fish killed me because I tried to get ontop of him, figuring I could just stab his eyes and whatnot. Yeah that was a failure. I got sucked up and chomped in half.
We’ll karaoke all night long, We’ll Macarena till the break of dawn. We’ll drive around until the morning light. All night, all night, all night, all night.
Dreams are supposed to be a gateway into the mind. Boy am I fucked up.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Blank posts!
This is replacing a blank post I made earlier.
So I'm having my normal shitty day and apparently yesterday I lost track of 3 cups. Three not very important, almost meaningless cups that don't mean dick to the lint on your shirt.
What bugged me about it is; I lost track of an entire hour when I had them. I couldn't remember what I did with them, or even that I had them. S'got me quite upset about it. The fact that I forgot an hour...Instead of like a conversation. I had one in it and I remember that, but my brain put it two hours ahead.
But, I was looking for them earlier, tearing up the house. Ready to go to violence. So pissed off I could knock a bear out with my dick. I find them outside all chewed up. Fuckin' dogs. We even let them in today so they could get out of the heat, and they chew up my cups.
Anyone want three used dogs? Must be shipped in Medical packaging.
So I'm having my normal shitty day and apparently yesterday I lost track of 3 cups. Three not very important, almost meaningless cups that don't mean dick to the lint on your shirt.
What bugged me about it is; I lost track of an entire hour when I had them. I couldn't remember what I did with them, or even that I had them. S'got me quite upset about it. The fact that I forgot an hour...Instead of like a conversation. I had one in it and I remember that, but my brain put it two hours ahead.
But, I was looking for them earlier, tearing up the house. Ready to go to violence. So pissed off I could knock a bear out with my dick. I find them outside all chewed up. Fuckin' dogs. We even let them in today so they could get out of the heat, and they chew up my cups.
Anyone want three used dogs? Must be shipped in Medical packaging.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
I didn't forget.
I almost did though.
So yesterday sucked because I had to chase dogs around Waco, who wouldn'tve gotten out if I didn't have to take care and clean up after three grown adults.
Slept like shit. 90 degrees at 23:50, fuckin' ridiculous. I sometimes wonder if Al Gore is full of shit or not. But weather in Texas has always been outrageous. Winters are "cold" and summers are hot. I consider the winters here to be mild at best. Never really cold enough to kill back the bugs well enough, and no real chaotic weather as of recent. I miss the rain. I just hope Texas fails the 1d100 for a hurricane with a critcal failure so we can get some rain.
Speaking of Natural "Disasters", There was an earthquake in California some two days ago. With each one, it shakes itself further loose from the US. Maybe when it sinks into the ocean, we'll actually get something done in this country without the back-biting vegitarians and other assorted sissies, or the Scientologists acting like a bunch of cultist fucks.
Like Ronald Regan falling asleep forever more. Dreaming of horses and dreaming of nuclear war.
Oh well. Shit happens.
So yesterday sucked because I had to chase dogs around Waco, who wouldn'tve gotten out if I didn't have to take care and clean up after three grown adults.
Slept like shit. 90 degrees at 23:50, fuckin' ridiculous. I sometimes wonder if Al Gore is full of shit or not. But weather in Texas has always been outrageous. Winters are "cold" and summers are hot. I consider the winters here to be mild at best. Never really cold enough to kill back the bugs well enough, and no real chaotic weather as of recent. I miss the rain. I just hope Texas fails the 1d100 for a hurricane with a critcal failure so we can get some rain.
Speaking of Natural "Disasters", There was an earthquake in California some two days ago. With each one, it shakes itself further loose from the US. Maybe when it sinks into the ocean, we'll actually get something done in this country without the back-biting vegitarians and other assorted sissies, or the Scientologists acting like a bunch of cultist fucks.
Like Ronald Regan falling asleep forever more. Dreaming of horses and dreaming of nuclear war.
Oh well. Shit happens.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Insert Wit Here -- Temporary Home, or Fuck Joomla.
Right now I'm having a friend trash my current place of residence, and doing a rebuild. Joomla sucks the devil's asshole so I'm tired of fighting it. This will be the temporary home for the Amish Pimp. I do plan to update more....Frequently. I hope?
Anyway, brief update. I'm "working" for some guys who want to make a game, and I took the lead writer position. The story's sound because I'm writing it; but these guys couldn't make a game if there were five thousand 10/10 hookers, sixty three million dollars and five golden Aston Martin DB5's in it for them. Yeah, they suck that bad. Xilvan design. Hell with a name like that you kinda expect the level of suck to be slightly higher than Tom Cruise. It's no ruse, their only two published games are on their site, which I'm not posting because I don't want to look like some supporter or something of their bullshit. It's terrible.
My book has stalled. No wonder because I'm so fucking frustrated I could punch a bear out with my dick. I'm not exactly satisfied with the current direction of it anyway so it's probably going to recieve 11 or so thousand rewrites. But I guess that's how it is. Doesn't bother none.
I guess since this is my first blogger entry I'm one of the trendy fruits that litter the internet with their "lol" and "rofl" and the rest of that tripe. Ridiculous.
Let's just hope I can keep this up, or at the very least NOT FORGET IT like I do everything else.
Anyway, brief update. I'm "working" for some guys who want to make a game, and I took the lead writer position. The story's sound because I'm writing it; but these guys couldn't make a game if there were five thousand 10/10 hookers, sixty three million dollars and five golden Aston Martin DB5's in it for them. Yeah, they suck that bad. Xilvan design. Hell with a name like that you kinda expect the level of suck to be slightly higher than Tom Cruise. It's no ruse, their only two published games are on their site, which I'm not posting because I don't want to look like some supporter or something of their bullshit. It's terrible.
My book has stalled. No wonder because I'm so fucking frustrated I could punch a bear out with my dick. I'm not exactly satisfied with the current direction of it anyway so it's probably going to recieve 11 or so thousand rewrites. But I guess that's how it is. Doesn't bother none.
I guess since this is my first blogger entry I'm one of the trendy fruits that litter the internet with their "lol" and "rofl" and the rest of that tripe. Ridiculous.
Let's just hope I can keep this up, or at the very least NOT FORGET IT like I do everything else.
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