Joe Szilagyi

My voice was heard

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ZOMG, she’s smiling

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Lunch at the Pike Place Grill, at the Market. The Wonderbird is killer.

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Happy Halloween!

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The current time is I’m on vacation.

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What about using this for the hotlinking final image?

~ $ wc -l Access_Logs
281855 Access_Logs
~ $ grep myspace.com Access_Logs | wc -l
27979

About 9% of my traffic is being taken up by MySpace hotlinking. It used to be about 1%-2% so I never cared. My Livejournal e-pals shall decide my course of action. The leeching itself doesn’t bother me so much, as the idea. I’ve tried hard to not do this so much in quite a long time. My wife too. So… choose. But choose wisely. What should I do?

EDIT: Because my math sucks. Thanks !

For those that care, this piece of crap has officially begun it’s long-awaited rebuilding:

http://www.szilagyi.us

It also features the 100% factual TRUE STORY of and on page #2.

I made this a while ago and totally forgot about it. It’s very annoying.

http://christopherwalkeniscoming.ytmnd.com/

My apologies.

We drank all the wine. DOOM.

I have nothing else of merit or value to add tonight, beyond my OVERPOWERING JOY OF BEING HOME. Also here, have some ass.

So, has already turned me onto the Killers, and Jimmy from East Haven has turned me onto Death Cab For Cutie by having Soul Meets Body on this MySpace. Damn, they’re good…

Who the hell else should I be down with? Expand my inebriated and soon to bwe hungover musical horizons, e-pals.

What the fuck… A Chinese company holds szilagyi.com’s registration. The fucker just said it would cost me $1,800 US to get it. Er, no.

Hee hee, I’m home and two bottles in with Andi, hello Internets!

The time my flight leaves this wretched home state of mine. Connecticut really brings me no joy anymore, beyond my local friends.

I look like one. I need a hair cut. I also need a bagel with some damn salmon. Now.

Also, I think I’m starting to get sub-scurvy. Guess I better go Elvis a bottle of chewable vitamin C tablets.

http://badjojo.com/daily/video2.php?var=i-m0jwdmnxA

Doesn’t, cannot, get better than this. Makes Raimi’s Spider-Man look like ASS.

That’s how long my combined trips will be from end-to-end. Been a while since any updates have been put up. I’ve been back in Connecticut, on leg #2 of my long business expedition. Nothing to report, nothing to say of any major significance, with three exceptions:

1. I’m coming home on Tuesday (thank God).

2. I made a major decision about my future. This is a good thing.

3. I now own a start up company.

If the trip can’t get any better, guy at work noticed the bluetooth adaptor on my cell phone, and grabbed it off my desk. “Ooh, whats this, an extra battery?” I immediately held out my hand for it, since I don’t want him opening it up. Its easy on the phone to pop up numbers, and I really don’t feel like getting into the whole “Why I have so many 206 area codes in there…” bit. Plus, please don’t just grab my cell phone off my desk, mm’kay? He’s holding it over my FULL NEW CUP OF COFFEE. He goes to hand it off, and promptly releases it a moment too soon.

Guess where my $214/retail cell phone ended up, along with the $100 bluetooth adaptor I splurged on as a luxury item (the *first* proper ‘gadget’ I literally ever splurged on)?

Yeah, thats right, in my fucking hazelnut coffee.

It’s so dead. So’s the adaptor.

Andi thinks we got full coverage on the phone, and I know I did for the apaptor at Radio Shack. Still. If I have to *pay* for this, I’m going to be asking him to reimburse me. It was an accident, but still. You don’t just grab someone’s phone (or anything personal) off someone’s desk.

Another reminder of why I now love working from home. Fucking trip…

Oh, and there’s a goddamned fiber cut here in Shitstain, Connecticut, where I’m staying. I’m on dial up. Grrrr, I say, grrr. It’s been (for other reasons additionally) the most aggravating day I’ve had in easily the past year if not two. I was looking forward to staying up insanely late with Andi online, who’s back home, but now I need to go deal with getting a phone replaced so I can actually talk to my wife early in the morning.

…and back in CT, back for work once more for approximately another 13 days and six hours as of the time of this writing. Then I get to go home, hopefully for good. Got a zillion things to catch up on. I’m… writing again. Character fiction based on characters from our COH game, but… damn, it feels right to be writing again. None of it’s ready to be repost here yet, without heavy editing. My grammar has fallen apart rather badly, from doing so much online “writing” on message boards, and over instant messaging. The Internets rots your brain, children, and not just from the pr0n.

Anyway, to further my Internets sugar intake:

http://profile.myspace.com/rootology

Lollers, or something. Go add me.

In other news, my body has decided that today I’m on Pacific time again. Thankfully, I don’t need to be in the office until 630pm, another 13 hours from now.

Across the board. Secret deal? Defending something you barely know anything about? Fuck you.

Not much to say about the past week. Wonderful, wonderful happiness to be home, and the first week since our drive of being just totally alone with my wife. I think we got on each others nerves midweek a bit, since it went from never alone together for months to HI ALL THE TIME HOW ARE YOU HI HI, but its fine now. I can feel my insomnia already creeping back in around the edges; I only slept a combined 7 hours the past two nights. Its all just stress related, but it’s so close to done with. I leave tomorrow again to go back east for the rest of my trip. Two and a half weeks. Then…

Home, for a very long time. Can’t wait…