Feelin pretty tired when I got home from work today, I went down and slept for.... two hours? Something like that.

Ate some leftovers from the fridge (exciting, huh?) and played some more Q3. Got my butt kicked a bunch by the computer players. But damn, it is fun. I swear though, if you play that game for too long at a time, it'll fry your circuts. Seriously.

I'm feeling fairly fried right now. ASCII porn slut by night, technology prostitute by day. What is one to do?

(Perhaps it takes a good six months or more of working for a corporate entity to truly appreciate the "perl prostitute", "python pimp", and most importantly, "web whore" banter certain members of the... group, if it can be called that.... have been known to engage in.)

tear the petals off of you
make you tell the truth
tear the petals off of you
tear the petals off of you
make you tell the truth
tear the petals off of you

they will make you so
so cynical
the fire burns the flesh
destroy the best in me

she's the grace of this world
she's too pure
for the likes of this world
this world is a whore

tear the petals off of you
make you tell the truth
tear the petals off of you

And again, a little louder.

<metaphoric angst-encrypted psycho babble>
I AM A SLUT. I AM A HYPOCRITE. ANYTHING I MAY HAVE SAID IN THE PAST REGARDING PRINCIPLES, ANY CRITICISMS I MAY HAVE MADE REGARDING SOME NOT-SO-ETHICAL ACTIONS BY CERTAIN, AHEM, ENTITIES, WAS BULLSHIT. BECAUSE NOW, I, TOO SERVE THE ALMIGHTY DOLLAR.
</metaphoric angst-encrypted psycho babble>

There. That was all that needed to be said, without sayin a fuckin thing. Perhaps all of us, at one time or another, have been.... .... well, the war of the conscience... it happens. Life goes on, and I ponder my future, and wonder. Where does one draw the line? Haven't got it all figured out just yet. What do I stand for, if anything? Maybe nothing. Let's get on to more pleasant matters.

(Oh, but just as a side note, before I close off this whole recurring prostitute/porn star/slut theme for a while, which I sense is getting old quite quickly: In some odd irony, when I am typing at this web page, I feel much less whore-ish than I do in certain other realms. Even though I'm sharing my private thoughts with the world, it is just that: sharing. I write the words. I choose what gets presented, and how it is presented. I call all the shots. And if there's something that I think does or doesn't belong here, I act accordingly. This is a labor of love. This is NOT where my soul gets sold to $ANTI_DEITY.)

Ok, I really did not mean for this evening's rambling to go off on such dark overtones, cause I'm really not feeling quite so shitty as I may sound. Sometimes, ya just gotta vent. So, moving on...

I've now got the Gnome 1.2 panel running on Argo. It's... pretty slick. I guess I'm still undecided as to just how I want to configure my desktop on this beast. Should I go for a look and feel similar to Dagobah, or try to come up with something else? I dunno. Right now, running the sawfish window manager. (Given the extent to which I have so far customized it, it might better be called raw fish in this instance.)

/me listens to Queensryche: Operation Mindcrime. Ok, I may get myself depressed yet, at this rate. But damn, it is good music! :)

On second thought, I feel more like listening to music typing. I think I'll just end this, turn the lights off, and let the disc play. More updates to be posted tomorrow, most likely. Peace.