Despair.com is hilarious. Their newsletter is hilarious. Don’t believe me? I offer the following proof; the closing line of a recent newsletter they sent out:

“Rock on with a frock on!”

I can’t stop laughing. I fear I may say this to someone at a wildly inappropriate time.

So today is 9/9/09, which is awesome. I’m a giant geek, so I love stuff like that. For example, a few years ago, it was 1:23 PM at 4/5/06 and at that exact minute, I along with my Molecular Cell Biology class observed a moment of AWESOME for a time and date combination that will not come again for many, many years. Similarly, today is 9/9/09, which I realized a few days ago. In fact, just a short while ago, it was 9:09:09 on 9/9/09. I just saw Google’s doodle for this, which made me realize about the time matching the date, and I was like, “Wait! Where was I at this most awesome of times?” And then I realized: I was seeing a man about a wallaby. Perhaps not the most awesome way to spend such a time, but I’ll get another chance tonight, as will you! Tonight, it will be 9:09:09 PM on 9/9/09! And let me tell you, I plan on partying my ass of for that second. Alas, a second is really all I can party my ass off for right now. I was at Electric Zoo this weekend. I was there both days, open till close (noon-11 PM) and had a hell of a time. Of course, a combined 22 hrs of dancing (read: flailing about in an uncoordinated manner) over 2 days tends to take its toll. I’m not as young as I used to be. Also, I may never walk again. Or move. So very stiff and sore. But it was so worth it, and I’m totally gonna do it again next year. Next year I’m getting the VIP tickets, however. They get DELUXE BATHROOMS that don’t look/smell like the embodiment of the apocalypse. They also get bleachers for the main stage and their own shade tent and a fancy bar. But really the bathrooms are the big draw. Oh, and I have pictures! And crappy video! I’ll be writing up my EZ experience in more detail later, but let me just state this for the record: It was FRELLING AMAZING!

Somehow, it didn’t occur to me until about 20 seconds ago that today was actually New Year’s Eve. I knew it was the 31st of December, but for some reason, the significance, the import of that was lost on me until just now. WTF? Not sure where my head is, but whatever. So. Happy New Year’s! Now only if this whole job situation would magically resolve itself, I’d be having a great time. Normally I do something fun, whether its going to a party, getting smashed with friends, or watching the Twilight Zone marathon, but due to my complete lack of foresight, I’ve got nothing. I could bust out my complete Twilight Zone Definitive Edition DVD set and watch that, but somehow I feel ripped off because I didn’t start watching this morning. I’m beside myself with a sort of shocked confusion.

It’s been some time since I updated, but with good reason. I’ve been busy. First, I went on vacation for two weeks to MT. That was fun. Good times were had. I saw the running of the sheep at Reed Point, MT. After that, I was working full time for a few weeks, while packing up my life into boxes I got from work. Then, I drove 2223.8 miles in 3 days and arrived in MT to start my new life. Extra special thanks go to my best friend for giving me a place to stay while I get myself on my feet.

That’s right ladies and gents, I finally made the move. I’m in Montana. It certainly is a change from NY, but its a good one. I’ve unpacked/stored for later most of what I brought with me. There’s still a few things I mailed here that I wasn’t able to fit in Isabelle. Speaking of which, she handled being loaded down with ~500 lbs of junk and driving across the country with no trouble at all. She drove like a dream and I averaged about 33 mpg for the whole trip, which is pretty great considering the load she was under and the fact that she’s only rated to do 28 mpg.

Well, it’s nearly 3 am here, and I’m tired. You kids have a good night.

PS: It’s really nice not working at Geico anymore. That place was a festering cesspool of evil.

In our last episode, I unleashed my unending wrath on the local gas stations. It seems that when I verbally abuse gas station owners, they listen! Not two days after my scathing diatribe, just about every gas station within a 10 mile radius started dropping their prices to match (or at least come close to matching) what BJ’s had. Not only that, but they’ve been steadily falling ever since! Now, most gas stations have all three grades under $3.00/gallon. There are still a few with expensive premium, but they’re dwindling fast. It’s a fine start, I must say, but that’s all it is: A start.

You see, one of the things that has enraged me as of late has been the disparity of pricing among the different grades. As far back as I can remember, each octane level was ~$0.10 more expensive than the one below it. But the past several weeks, the normal grade gas (87 octane around here) has been ~$0.20 cheaper while the higher grades didn’t come down in price at all. As I said earlier, since my last post, prices have dropped across the board at most of the local stations, but I won’t truly be mollified until the mid grade (91 octane) and premium (93 octane) prices come down to return to the days of a $0.10 seperation between grades. No other course of action is acceptable!

I challenge you now, gas station owners! I challenge you in the name of affordable gas prices that don’t cut into my video games, hookers, and blow budget! I say you must lower the mid and premium grades another $0.10 to keep the proper price spread! And then, if you have the backbone for it, you must continue your overall price reduction to bring us back to the halcyon days of our innocence!

Gas station owners, only you can save our freedom.