i miss being called dubi (duh-bee)… lena use to call me that, and dani would call me didub (dee-dub)… neither of them to could say jacob… but know lena calls me didub, also. her  sister was apparently very influencial…

… that was kinda random, but i needed to express my feelings. not. i made a new account on runescape. didub is the username. i tried dubi but it was tooken. to bad. hmott (aych-mot) was is my old account. it stands for high member of the triad. that’s it.. i just couldn’t think of anything else to post. c ya, gonna go finish up goblin diplomacy.


My feminine side

May 23, 2007

I don’t have one. 


May 8, 2007

I have a very large [extended] family. I wouldn’t say huge, but once the next generation start’s having kid we should qualify. It got a lot bigger since Aunt Tonya started having kids again (she already had two). Three more, to be exact. And none of them are older than 4. It’s pretty crazy over there. Here’s something of a what the day is like for my poor Aunty.

6:43: You wake of to the sound of crying. You can’t tell if it’s actually crying or if your ears are still ringing from last night. Fromthe pitch and decibal you discern that it’s the four year old, who you guess is down stairs in the kitchen. You roll out of bed, trying not to crush the multitude of pacifiers on the ground. You peek into the 2 and 4 year olds’ bedroom, and there, sitting in the corner, is the 2 year old. Searching through your longterm memory, you finally remember that this one’s name is Lena. Right? Or was that the first one? No, wait… Anyway, as you observe her actions more closely, you realize that she’s methodically pulling the hair out of her sister’s doll. No time to interfere. You head down the stairs to see what all the crying is all about. As you walk down the stairs, you mentally review today’s work. Dentist for the older two, you remember vaugely that you promised the young ones you would take them to the park. Well, if you remember right, there was some grass behind the dentist’s office. They wouldn’t know the difference.Finally you get to the crying. It is Dani, as you suspected. She’s in the kitchen, also as you suspected (you’ve had a lot of practice). She’s holding the jug of milk, attempting to poor it into her sipper, and pitching a fit because none of the milk is issueing forth (the cap is on). Well, after you help her, and send her up to bed to get some more sleep, you look in the fridge to see about breakfast. It’s contents pour out in a gushing torrent. Dani must have tried to put all the other food she got out back. That was something new. Normally it would be spread between the basement and her bedroom (a difference of two floors). Still, you have about as much work to do as if she’d not put it all back. At that moment, you hear a screaming, followed by crying (that’d be Lena). Suddenly you remember what Lena was doing with those dolls… Dani’s pretty vengeful.

Well, that was about the first ten minutes of her day. You can imagine the rest.

A breif overview

May 7, 2007

Well, if I’m gonna become famous, I guess I better let the world know a little about me.

 Things I like:

The Internet; This is something that you are using right now (if you are reading this).

Computer games; I don’t mean to diss consoles, but they just don’t compare.

 Lord of the Rings; Anything that has to do with it. Seriously. Games, posters, the books, the movies, the toiletries (Have you seen the the new bars of soap fashioned to the likeness of the elven boats? Just kidding).

Star Wars; At least as much as lotr

runescape; An online mmorpg.

Mathew Stover; The greatest living author.

Muse; Worlds only intelligent and non-sleep inducing magazine

Thing I don’t like:

“Coolness”; Trying to be cool is soooo stupid. My cousin walked around for a week with the visor part of his hat covering 99 percent of his face cause he thought it was “cool”. his neck was sore for sooo long after that cause he had his head at such an extreme angle just to see.

After reading that, I have one question: Can you say “supernerd”?

Well, I gotta go now. C ya.