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Thanks to Fellner, Caitlin, Jess, and Angela for commenting on my picture gallery. I should be uploading just a few more to it tonight. Also, I wanted to point out that anybody can comment on any given picture if they so feel inclined to. Just click on the picture and click ADD COMMENT.

Also, I got my webcam revived from the dead. I also have it set up to where it refreshes every 30 seconds and takes a live picture of me. So you can sit here and watch me watch myself! Just click on the cam image over there and enjoy.

Tip # 47: Never create a password for your e-mail that you are soon to forget.

I finally remembered my password for my old Hotmail account today. My computer had been set up to where it automatically logged into my account when I went to Hotmail, which was a good thing, because I had no idea what my password was. But my computer has crashed 4 times in the past month and a half, so I had no idea what my password was. I tried to recover it through the recovery system, but even I was confused by my secret question. Apparently, I thought I would forever remember my work ID # at the job I had 3 years ago, along with 3 other sets of numbers that I haven’t used in well over 2 years. The 30-day limit was only 1 day away too, so I got lucky since everything in there wasn’t eliminated. However, out of 600 some-odd e-mails, only 5 were anything that I cared to read! Spammers, if you are reading this, for the love of all things holy, never e-mail me again! I don’t know anybody who decides to take up your offer for a lower mortgage or the time share down in Key West. I don’t want an on-line degree from Phoenix University and I’m not
interested in hooking up with skanky, young sluts in my area. I also have no desire to sign up for a credit card with a lower interest rate and for the love of god, if Cindy7346023 and Shelly02348754 send me another e-mail asking if I’d like to see their personal sites, I think I might go postal.

I’m not sure what I’m doing for Thanksgiving. I’m not too bummed about not being with my family during the “holiday.” It’s kind of a recurring theme with the ways things have worked out the last few years =) I know Alex is going home on Thanksgiving Day, so I might head back up there to see him and my Dad and Tommy. What I really want to do sometime soon is go see The Matrix Revolutions in IMAX. I looked on-line to see where the nearest one is playing and the and I found one down in Charleston, so I might do that on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and then head back home. Yes, I would drive an extra 300 miles “just for a movie” because honestly, it’s fitting. The only thing holding me back is money since it might come down to eating versus paying for the ticket and gas. But for this movie, it just might be worth it. I still need to figure out what I’m doing for Christmas Break as well, but that is so far away in the future.

*DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE THIRD MATRIX MOVIE YET*

Okay, I was looking for a post I made a while back because I had a link in it that I wanted. And I stumble across [link to an entry I made last May]. Now, it isn’t the post that surprised me, but all the damn comments that people left that are so new. But I wanted to comment on what Ryan said. The whole “A matrix inside of a matrix” theory is laughable. It was conjured by people who were trying to predict the final “twist” to the movie. The reason they failed is quite simple. (1) It’s way too predictable and (2) It would have nothing to do with the religious aspect of the movies.

*OKAY, ALL CLEAR*

Seeing all those new comments made me go click through all my old post to see if there were any more new ones and I’ll be damned if there weren’t. There were a ton of comments that people had made, many in the last few weeks, on posts I had made as long ago as a year ago. So this is to all you people out there who like to comment on old posts: Leave me a message on the tag board over there so I’ll know to go read it!

And now, a Simpsons quote.

Homer’s ghost: Marge you gotta help me, I have to do one good deed to get into heaven.
Marge: Well I got a whole list of chores: clean the garage, paint the house…
Homer’s ghost: Whoa whoa whoa. I’m just trying to get in, I’m not running for Jesus