Hey, Mr. Superstar
I'll do anything for you
I'm your number one fan
Hey Mr. Porno star,
I, I, I, I want you
Hey, Mr. Sickly star,
I want to get sick from you
Hey, Mr. Fallen star,
Don't you know I worship you?
Hey, Mr. Big Rock Star,
I wanna grow up JUST LIKE YOU

Nothing quite like a little Marilyn Manson when it comes time to nourish the soul. :)

So....

Driving home from work today, I was thinking a thought that has been recurring a lot lately: Exactly how far up their asses did the city planners have their heads when they designed the roads between Broomfield and Louisville? I mean, this is ridiculous! A little piddly two-lane road is supposed to act as the sole traffic conduit in the whole Interlocken area (plus the new shopping mall) which connects to downtown eastern Louisville? Utterly pathetic.

And that intersection between Dillon and.... whatever that road is called (more on that in a sec). Would it kill them to put in a right turn lane, so that when the light turns green, the right turners -- ever-interspersed with the straight ahead traffic -- can go their way without slowing everybody else down? Sheesh!

It's less than 7 miles between the house and work, but an otherwise 10-15 minutes drive has just been getting longer and longer. Over a half hour tonight. And then I almost forgot to get Tobias his nourishment again (I was going to last night, but...). That would've been disasterous. As it was, he was gettin real low. I really don't want to find out just how long one can go with the guage at empty before the vehicle actually stops, especially when the rain is pouring. I think I came just a little too close tonight.

I also seem to have developed a rather peculiar habit when I am alone in the car. As we pulled into the gas station, I said, "You know where we're going, don't you Tobias? You like this place!" Like I was talking to a pet or something. When Jaeger introduced me to this odd concept of naming one's vehicle, I thought he was just a little off the deep end. (And when he started trying to name MY vehicle for me, well.... to use his words, I "threw an exception.") Now, I've come to rather enjoy the concept, but I have to wonder: Talking to my car on a semi-regular basis; now who's the nutty one?

So anyway, Tobias is full and happy now. But back to the topic of today's piss rant...

What is with the naming if this road? I don't even know how to refer to it, it's so stupid, but since it is the road which I spent the majority of my commuting time driving on daily, it bugs me to no end that it has absolutely no consistent naming convention. I shall now attempt to list the names by which it is known (and pity the person who happens to live along this road, and tries to give anyone their address. "Ah, well, the sign to my right says I am on one road, but the sign to my left says I'm on another") Anyway, an incomplete list of the names:

• Interlocken Loop. This is where I get on from the work end. This one is doubly ridiculous, because just about every road in the area -- regardless of the direction -- is named "Interlocken" something. Interlocken Boulevard. Interlocken Parkway.

  "Oh, and where do you work?"

  I work on Interlocken. Duh!

• Storage Tech Drive. Would that every corporation in this country got to name the road which passes by their headquarters. Actually, I think that would suck.

• S 95th Street. This is what it's called at that annoying intersection with Dillon Road, where around 1730, there's always about a bazillion cars lined up from either direction, because the road designers were too stupid to plan for the future.

• Country Street?!?! I think. Or is it Country Road? Well, whatever. This is what it becomes after we go down the little hill, on the outskirts of Louisville.

• Front Street. This is what it turns into a couple blocks later in Louisville. That's all I can remember.

One time, when I was bored on my way home from work, I tried going further on it, and discovered that the name changed a couple more times before the road ended. Can't remember what those were though. Perhaps I'll have to drive it and write them all down sometime. Come to think of it, maybe I should also try going the other direction, up "Interlocken Loop" and see how many mutations happen in that direction. Hmmmm....

And that's Bitscape's piss rant for today. In summary: The road designers SUCK.

After I finally got home tonight, I plopped, checked email, and promptly launched Quake 3. Damn, that game is fun! Much moreso when you actually feel like you're beginning to become competent at playing it. I beat Tier 1 on the Hurt Me Plenty level. Felt proud of myself for that.

There's just something about that game, when you get into the zone, and you're just... a killing machine. I felt it fighting Orbb and Mynx.

"Orbb, you ugly little slimey freak! Thou shalt be splattered to bits when thou doest meet my rocket launcher! And don't even think about trying to frag that stupid little bitch Mynx again. I will pound you AND her into the ground before you even get another chance. I am the ruler of the ring, Mwahahahaha!"

Somethin about those id games... The magic spell that has the capibility to turn people into the monster. The artsy touch of the macabre, or something. Wolfenstein, Doom, and onward. Must be the Dark Gift.

I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke...

I wanted to destroy something beautiful.

I suppose I should properly attribute that. I am Jack's Fight Club. That'll do.

Ho hum... I guess since I made such a big thing about it yesterday, I should state that today I received further clarification on the exact reasoning behind the unnamed individual's comparison of Bitscape's Lounge to a porn site. The similarity being that many of the people who do the porn sites psychologically pretend that their audience doesn't exist. It's just them, the room, and their camera.

It's just me, Argo, and my keyboard. Thus, thoughts I'd probably never speak of in public otherwise get broadcast for the whole world to potentially hear. This is further evidenced by the fact that in recent times, I don't even read my apache logs. It's a valid point. True, to at least a degree.

Of course, the remaining question: Why? What's my motivation? Obviously, many (perhaps not all) porn site people want the big bucks, so their motives might be easier to define. Mine? This page has never made a cent, and I doubt it ever will. So why should I bother?

Why?!?! Because what I do here is ART, not PORN, goddammit! Clearly and definitively! ;)

Ok, that was simple. Case closed. Goodnight.