Pat on Deustch

NEWSBREAK:
this just in, new story with quotes:

While I, pat, was bitching about not having a job I made the following joke:

Bink189: here comes my new life of selling my ass for internet access

And then brian said:

TwilightBurning: then i dont expect to see you online much

To which I have to formally say:

ouch.

Later.

The job search streches on.

I am anxious to start new projects. I am trying things, feeling people out. Unfortuanetly, everyone I ask is totally down for it, but has no ideas. I am an idea man, but I need help. I'm not P.T. Barnum. I am not particularly witty or clever. However, I know good ideas when I see them, so I steal them. That's really what I'm operating on here. Thieved ideas that will work multiple times so I don't feel bad for janking them. However, I have not the creative juice to keep them afloat. I barely had the juice to keep this going while I was running around completely foreign countries.

So I continue and hope that I will get a challenging job. One that sparks my creativity, or my anger. Either will give me the energy to rock the house.

Until next time...

Later.

Alright, I've only been home a week, it just feels like two. Dunno why. Maybe I am enjoying each day more. Maybe I need to find a job. Maybe a lot of stuff. But I do know one thing. The last thing I want is to have to repeat this exchange ever again:

Bink189: so, the water is out in half my house
crimsonbriarrose: ?
Bink189: I dunno how
Bink189: but it is
Bink189: I just went to the bathroom
Bink189: I need to grab a bucket, fill it up and manually flush the toilet
Bink189: back in a bit
crimsonbriarrose: ok then
Bink189: attempt 1
Bink189: failure: insufficient water
Bink189: now, for attempt 2
crimsonbriarrose: lol
Bink189: attempt 2
Bink189: success: I even got the sweet whooshing noise
Bink189: does this kind of shit happen to anyone else?

I'm Bink189, crimsonbriarrose is a good friend in St. Louis. But yeah, that blew.

So I talked with Steve. His excuses, "Oh, I got a bunch of teeth pulled and I'm on percoset." and then "I lost all my power during the blackout and it killed my power supply so even when the power came back I couldn't use my 'puter." Huh, I'll bet that's true.

So I've actually started to set myself up for rejection on a massive scale. Its called the job market and I'm plunging in at full force. I'm like a tsunami crashing into your databases with my poorly written and mostly unedited resume that contains much that is wrong or at least highly inaccurate. So beware all you job offering types, I'm coming. And you're gonna see my resume and think,"This guy must be foreign, look how good his English skills are!" Thats what I'm counting on. Being thought I'm foreign.

And now, back to my fruitless pursuits of sitting on my ass and eating doritos. God love the Doritos.

Later.

So I'm back in the states, as I've said before. So really, this blog should be done. This isn't tricky, I'm no longer on Deustch. I've kicked that habit. I've been clean for two weeks now. I'm a little twitchy, but I'm strong.

So I don't want to fall off the web again. And I have made plans for what I want to do next. I have to wait because I currently lack things like a job or a certain piece of hardware necessary for the next project. I also need a certain Steve Stetak to get off his ass and start sending me something. He knows. He knows I'm not good with the writing of the funny. Hell, you all know that too.

So let's see it steve, show some love.

Later.

Yeah, I've been not posting, but I've also not been travelling around Europe, so I'd say this is a fair thing to happen. However, I just finished my other webpage. The one with pictures. Its a little dopey, but I like it. And its on the right and its also right here!

And there will be another site that is just pictures, but I'm too tired to do that right now. Prolly tomorrow. Err... make that later today.

Its 4.00 am. Bed for me.

Later.

Due to popular demand, Pat is back. I am now in my parents home on the south side of chicago. I'll be here for awhile, unless anyone out there has need of a computer engineer?

And now, I believe I have successfully reset my clock, and its bedtime.

Later.

Okey dokey. Hoo boy, this is gonna take awhile.

Since I've been gone I've been in four countries, five airports, two bus stations and three train stations. Its been interesting. But, wait, that's not right. Make that five countries, seven airports, four bus stations and still only three train stations. My memory is not what it used to be.

So I got to England and it was pretty cool when my Aunt Vanessa and I walked around London Gatwick airport for about twenty minutes and couldn't find each other. It wasn't because one of us was hiding or something, it was just that we didn't recognize each other. Very humurous when she then had me paged on the intercom thing and I walked over there and still didn't recognize her. Very funny indeed.

I had a big party at my Aunt Vanessa's house, bunch of family I haven't seen in awhile. Very cool. And my Great Aunt Winifred confused me with my cousin Patrick Carney. It took a solid 45 minutes of conversation to straighten that out. Then some drinking at a local pub with the cousins.

I did a lot of touring around London and finally took my first sightseeing tour bus of any city. It was cool, but there was so much of it I forgot it all immediatly. Then the london dungeons. Its a whole lot of people who jump out, say "boo" and then happily inform you about how they used to rip male things off and then feed them back to their prior owner. Really creepy. Kinda like when dinosaurs jump in through the window. It just really isn't scary anymore. And yes, my stomach did turn a little bit when I was going through the jack the ripper part, but unless you like that kind of thing, seeing any model that so acurately depicts what it looks like when someone's intestines have fallen on the ground that you have to touch them to make sure they are fake and then it still takes a second to make sure, I think you too will be a little bit on the gaggy side.

Next day was wandering around London, saw some stuff, went on a boat. Day after was the science museum. One universal truth about my relationship to a science museum anywhere, when I come out, I will want to be an astronaut. I still kinda do. I figure, give it time and it will pass, but its odd how quickly I get these crazy thoughts about becoming the first man on Jupiter or some nonsense like that. Jupiter is a gaseous planet and to actually touch the ground I would be crushed by the weight of the atmosphere. Now saturn is another matter entirely, if I can withstand the gravity, of course.

Then some shopping, I got daft punk, homework finally, and then the local Cheers bar. These things are effing everywhere in Europe. There was even one in my little tiny town in Germany. Just silly. And then it was even better when this thing turned into a Night club. I was just sitting there with Chris, my cousin, and suddenly its a dance club. So dance we did. Then the assholes of the British bus system shat on us and got us home an hour late. Bastards.

Then I came to sophia for a night after I had to make a mental note to actually go and find the people who own and run travelselect.com and have them all killed. And now that I'm with my sister everything is good. Saturday night I watched Lilo and Stich for the first time with Meghan(my sister) and Meghan(her friend). It was so awesome I watched it again last night. Hehe, go disney.

Today I believe I am helping meghan repot some plants. Should be good times. And yes, I am taking it very easy here because I can. Its a vacation, and now, I am vacationing. And yes I took it easy in Ireland and England too. And yes, this is why there aren't any good stories in this post. Sorry mates, I may be done with the crazy times until I get back stateside. And then, who knows?

Later.

So here's the deal, when I was in England, I didn't have a good way to get online. And it was always late at night or something. But rest assured, I am alive and once again demonstrating why I will never be a travel agent. Only a massochistic bastard does what I do. Leave My Aunt's house at 4 am, get into Franfurt Hahn at 9. Leave Hahn for the main Frankfurt Airport. Leave here at 4pm for Bulgaria, make a little stop off in Vienna, I didn't get enough of it the first time, and be in Bulgaria by 8.25. Yeah, I'm a tard. And the best part is, those are all in GMT. Not local times, so I'll actually be getting into Bulgaria at 10.25. Ugh.

But this place is 2.50 euros for 15 minutes. Jack that.

More when I have the chance, in Bulgaria. And yes, future posts include french girls, family and the rest of my travels today.

Later.