Two days ago I was up until six, yesterday it was four, today it’s three. This took me forever! It’s about six perl scripts that I got from my webmaster robo bud and also from matt’s script archive. i’ve been coding it (i.e. learning the language) for more than a week. it took a while to get a host that supported cgi. even longer to figure out how to change chmod and even longer finding the path to perl on my webserver. but alas it is done. no disrespect to tina who released her message board before i was done mine, but i didn’t want to trash all the work i had already done. It can also be accessed from forums.woburnci.com which i think is a pretty spiffy url to have. too bad it has those stupid nz ads.
Monthly Archive for June, 2001
Yahoo! Sports Fantasy Baseball!! This is a GREAT day for me. I’ve extended my lead to three points in the hardcore pool AND da STAT TRACKAH iz back! Trudat bumbacrots! I love the thing. It keeps me awake through the boringest of nights.. except mondays and thursdays because there are no games then. Plapow!
I went to ikea and saw a whole bunch of stuff that I didn’t buy… which is about everything. I also ate two dishes of curry.
Today I should be claiming my room, but I’m holding out. I also bought plane tickets.
Ok, screw you all! I have to pay eight dollars a month cdn to get the stupid Stat Tracker. Sigh… i was going to type more but now i’m sour.
And I can only deliver 28 of 29 passengers in six minutes! Any more is simply madness!!!
today i bought thirty-eight things of lipgloss. they’re all different flavours. i forgot to immortalize the memory. i’ll do that tomorrow. i also got some phone chain, a balloon burnt toast, some wcw merchandise, three rubber ducks, crazy dip, digimon chupa chups, ring pops, chupa chups surprise (which is something like a kinder egg), a hamster that lives in a tree stump, a guess bag, a face cloth with an image of a phallic piece of bread, and a little pillow.
it was quite an adventure. i almost lost my pen.
we get renberg, nomo almost killed us, mike would play sf, the magic got fined 15 gs for giving 50 gs to charity.
MIDDLETOWN, Pa. (Reuters) - A Maryland man punched and kicked Cookie Monster at a crowded Sesame Street theme park outside Philadelphia, after the character declined to pose for a photo with his 3-year-old daughter, police say.
Lee McPhatter allegedly became irate when his daughter, Mina, approached Cookie Monster at Sesame Place to have a photo taken only to be moved aside by Jennie McNelis, 21, who was inside the Cookie Monster suit.
Police said McPhatter began shouting at the blue, furry Cookie Monster, then thrust his head into the character’s mouth. When the cookie-loving monster pushed back, McPhatter allegedly pushed the character to the ground, and began punching and kicking.
McNelis was treated at a local hospital for injuries including bruised ribs.
“This is a first. We’ve had character costumes stolen and numerous shopliftings, but never anything like this,” said Middletown Police Officer Dan Buckley.
McPhatter, 22, of Waldorf, Maryland, was arrested for the June 9 incident, arraigned before a district magistrate and released on $20,000 bail.
Located 20 miles northeast of Philadelphia, Sesame Place bills itself as the only U.S. theme park based on the popular children’s television program. Officials at the park, which is operated by Anheuser-Busch Adventure Parks, were not immediately available to comment on the attack.
Other Headlines:
-A major British sex shop chain, citing a recent survey that showed 80 percent of women faked their climax during intercourse, said it is declaring July 31 National Orgasm Day.
-Burkina Faso ordered the suspension of school trips to Ivory Coast for fear that its children could be picked up as suspected slaves.
-British software company Rage Software may include a facility in its David Beckham Soccer computer games which will allow buyers to keep up with the Manchester United star’s constantly changing hairstyles.
i take the bus to stc to apply for passport cuz i need a new one… i forget citizenship so i phone home and ask mom to bring it. she can’t find it and goes to work and i go home, get my passport, go back, wait in line for half an hour, get my passport, go to pharmacy mcnicoll for lunch, go to pacmall, go to hwy 7 warden, go home, go to shoppers, go home and sigh…
if you realize where i live, you’ll see why i’m dead… afterwards at night i went to commerce for some tapioca. it was yummy.
sixty-one new benny stills. they vary from the ben-pals to some dressed-up people to today’s adventure. there are a lot of things that i forgot to imortalize.
yesterday i stabbed myself in the finger with a crispy tiny fried fish. it hurt because he was pointy, oily and jabbed into my finger real hard and got blood alllll over the place. i benny cam’ed the culprit before the fishy was sentenced to an eternity in my tummy… uh i mean crap factory.
at the moment i’m hooked on coolquiz. they have quizzes on quotes, definitions, games, sports, math, movie posters… and about 20 other categories. it’s addictive.
yay. it took about seven or eight hours to create the new bennybox layout. it’s only for a ten-twenty-four by seven-sixty-eight resolution. i doubt i’d make a different version for eight by six although about 70 percent of internet users are on that. it still needs some tweaking, i know.
yay. see that suckahs? first place in my hardcore baseball pool baby. i was first place on the first day, the second day and now today. ya man! too bad this won’t last. oh well.
I just found these at ioiodeej. in a nut shell, those japanese engineers have now blessed us all. square watermelons! now watermelons are stackable! baby baby. ten usd too. you’ll be telling your grandchildren about the good ol days when watermelons were round… and affordable.
can you beleive this? this box watermelon is twenty years in the making. it involves growing the melon in a blass box. the coolest part about this whole thing is that it’s a watermelon box… that and i think watermelons are cool. the headline: Square fruit stuns Japanese shoppers. with a headline like that i don’t want to hear you say that the japanese saw this one coming. plapow! now THAT is news.
i eat all the seeds so that in my stomach (tummy, crap factory) i can grow a cool watermelon tree. i love japanese people. they make a lot of pornography i hear.
Faketown is like habbo. only it’s a casino and it’s bloody free. keep it real.
sigh… my ie refuses to stop crashing. it’s semi-crashed as i update this thing. still not as bad as netscape though. piece of git. i’m working on this dumb bennybox layout. it’s 1024×768 fullscreen. i think it’ll be cool. monday it’ll be done maybe?
me gets ninety marks engrish, no?
oh yeah, told ya the lakers wouldn’t lose. oh well. stinks more than anything that we didn’t lose to the eventual champions. yay sixers! here comes the dynasty.
update: so apparently oj causes cancer now. first the lee kum kee and now this.
talk about craziness. the seventeen or so of us leave downtown for the hotel at about one am. first six of us go to sobey’s to get some eats. i get a pound of chicken wings which were real good because i was real hungry. by the time we get to the hotel it’s about two am and since i had been up since 8 am that morning, i was gosh tired. we had four rooms. the others popped out the liquor. realizing that all the drivers were the likely ones to get hammered and i might have needed to drive i just asked for eight bottles of loaded soda. it’s kitty drink. but i’m dead so i sleep. the place had the most amazing pillows ever. oh my goodness. it made it so nice.
after getting settled in, about five of us really need to sleep and the other dozen or so start their drinking binge. technically we aren’t allowed to get rooms unless there is a person over twenty-one in each room. we shur didn’t have that. they also have a no after-party policy. but we were breaking all sorts of rules.
at about five, the sleepers in my room get a page telling us that the rest of them got booted for being to rowdy in their drunken state. there was some sort of french couple on the floor and they complained at about five am. so then we didn’t know where anyone was, all the rooms were cleared out with the doors wide open. the kiddies were apparently banging and yelling and slamming doors. geniuses.
we finally get a cellphone that is on and they tell us that they all went to the bluffs to chill. so the three of us, who avoided being kicked out because we were sleeping in another room drove down to meet them.
the parking lot was nasty. all the seagulls were there, and you’d hear *plop plop plop*. it was nasty.
so there they all were: some couldn’t stand, some weren’t conscious, and most weren’t coherent. our two sober drivers has shuttled all the people and their cars over to the bluffs. it had taken quite a long time and a lot of gas.
from there we decided to take everyone drunk home. we were lucky we had enough drivers that knew what was going on to take care of everyone else. eventually four sober people and one real drunk guy end up crashing at my one friend’s house. it was seven am and her parents were cool enough to let us crash there. my friend slept in her room, the drunkard slept in the guest room and the other three of us slept in the living room. it was one crazy night.
at something like ten am or so, my piss-drunk buddy decides that he needs to go for a walk. for some reason he clumsily stumbles into my friend’s brother’s room who is there sleeping in his bed. the intrusion awakens him.
“hey nihar, are you ok?”
he walks over to the corner.
“hey nihar, what are you doing?”
he unzips his pants
“yo nihar! what are you doing?!?!”
… my friend decides that the wastebasket is a toilet. he uninates in it. havoc ensued. it was hilarious. there’s screaming going on.
“yo! what the heck do you think you’re doing?!?!”
my friend zips up, waddles over to my friend’s brother’s bed, lies down and goes to sleep.
it was a disturbing experience.
he was more than amused about the story when we told him what he had done. that’s something you’re glad that you don’t remember.
ya so bottom line: my friends are funny.
tomb raider is ok. the action is basically what makes the movie cool. there isn’t anyone in the universe who will not be disappointed by the last 15 minutes or so. the ending completely ruins the whole movie.
having a lousy ending can really sour the movie going public on seeing a movie. it’s basically your last feeling of the movie that fuels your reviews when you discuss it with friends. if anything it will hurt the second week take-ins.
trudat… zzzzzz
SPOILER of tomorrow’s episode: Telly and Zoe lose part of their pinwheel and think back about all the places they were playing in order to find it. Rosita and Baby Bear find the top of the pinwheel and imagine all of the things it might be — then Rosita and Big Bird run into Telly and Zoe. They realize that the “mystery object” that Rosita and Big Bird found is the top of the pinwheel.
Don’t read further if you want to be surprised by which letter and number this episode is brought to you by:
brought to you by the letter D and the number 12
darn. radio djs are funny.
these britney scams are news of the past though. a few months, a small town radio dj announced that this station had aquired a britney visit. the kiddies went mad. they made ‘britney i <3 you' signs, the town's public school closed for the day since no one was going to go to school that day. parents left work to take thier children because in these small towns, 'nothing interesting ever happens'. of course the britney visit was a hoax. at the designated time and place, the radio station had a limosine with tinted windows pull up. the kids rushed the car to see britney inside. the limo goes to drive around to the otherside of the building. the kiddies and the adults all stampede to follow. if you tripped and fell, boy were you injured. if you were a really unlucky mom: you died. best of all were all the heart-broken seven through twenty-seven year old fans who only wanted a glimpse of britney's booty.
the djs weren't remorseful. if they had the chance of couse they would do it again. to them a bit is a bit.
this new britney died scam will probably be the most well known, and it's kinda funny since no one actually died. however as the news spread, i can't imagine the britney/n'sync music that blarred across the continent in memory of their pop stardom.
here's to you britney. may you live a long a prosperous life.
this just in: new studies show that the more female sex-partners you have, the higher risk you have of getting prostate cancer. however the frequency of sex and number of male sex-partners do not effect the risk of prostate cancer. what does this tell the man who doesn't want prostate cancer?
today yahoo! chat pimping_bot told me: need a under 18 boy for a night, it will cost ya 40 dollars. need a under 18 female for the night, it will cost ya 110 dollars. PM me for info. that’s pretty sick. especially the effer that goes and makes a genuine inquiry.
the boy must feel pretty stupid to be selling his body at almost one third the rate for his female counterpart. not only is the rate and the demand for little girls much higher than it is for boys, but the boy will most definately be taking it from some pedophile from behind. to add to that, he isn’t going to get any sexual satisfaction out of it. think about what he’s going to have to do for each customer. it’s nasty. not worth forty bucks that’s for shur. forty bucks canadian too! that’s not even enough for a gumball. and i’ll bet he doesn’t have much of a chance getting a tip. if you’re broke and really really desperate, then i suppose it is a lot better to be a girl.
nasty. i can’t get over that. keep it real folks.
i’m not going to be online for the next 50 hours or so. i gotta go chill. i spent a lot of time working on the benny box. too bad i’m kinda stumped and my design isn’t really coming through. it’s inspired by retrospect.
this is the coolest thing i’ve heard of in a while. link. it’s a mystery type conspiracy game. From the site:
Majestic is an episodic online entertainment experience set against the backdrop of a grand and sinister conspiracy — an unfolding mystery adventure that uses the Internet as a canvas for its story, weaving the player through both real and fictional experiences in real-time. Highly personalized and naturally paced, Majestic tailors the experience specifically for each player as it dynamically changes the content of web pages, e-mails, faxes, voicemails and chat conversations in order to immerse the player at the very heart of a developing story. Majestic players assume the leading role in their own adventure, interacting with other characters, uncovering clues, searching for answers, collecting and using digital objects and resolving challenges to progress through the experience. Unlike other forms of entertainment, Majestic actively pursues and interacts with the user based on events developing within the fiction, creating a uniquely suspenseful entertainment experience.
Majestic represents the first form of entertainment to employ a range of familiar interaction and communication techniques, including fax, chat, email, voice mail, telephone and web-browsing. Use your existing real-world devices or Majestic’s own web-based fax, email and voice mail capabilities.
You don’t just interact with Majestic, it actively calls, emails, faxes and chats with you whenever the need arises, any time, anywhere. You’re never quite sure when the plot will advance, a character will need your help or a new event will unfold, but it always transpires in real time.
Innovative plot delivery techniques and familiar interactions blur the lines between fact and fiction, building greater suspense and a more immersive story. Use the Majestic search engine to identify websites with information and clues relevant to your adventure. Some parts of your experience will be real and others fictional, but it’s all part of the game. Players will often be left guessing, “Was that real or part of Majestic?”
Majestic is uniquely tailored to you and your life. It learns more about you the more you play, so it can continue to customize story elements and the overall experience for each participant.
it says that the calls are disturbing and frightening so don’t play the game if you have children who may pick up the phone. so i’m definately playing. this sounds like the coolest thing. i hope it lives up to the hype. i believe it’s just a demo now or something, but i think i would pay for this.
it’s interesting. you get phone calls from telemarketers advertising products or services but they’re actually clues and such. you get mysterious documents faxed to you. threatening phone calls and voice mails. it’s supposed to make you feel like you’re being followed. i hope my parents don’t heart attacks.
you don’t play it. It plays you.
go kicky fast okay!
forty one new benny stills. they’re new crotch shots, people playing with my yearbook and adventures at the mall.
today i go to the mall, and i pick up this klublife mag and shove it into my back pocket. it has cool designs and stuff in it. so when i get to the car in the parking lot, i slide it out of my pocket and apparently my wallet fell out in the process and the car drives away. OMG i lost my wallet. i panic for the next two or so hours tearing apart my house and going back to the mall and then back to my house when finally, this great lady comes by to drop it off. truly amazing. a lot of cash and id and a bus ticket and some other important stuff was saved. yay for canada.
craaaazy stuff. first the car keys thing and then the wallet thing. i’m doing this way too often.
i don’t think anyone can truly understand the kinds of thoughts that go through your mind when these things happen until they actually happen to you. i was pretty calm for a guy that should have been freaking out. i didn’t yell, scream, throw or try to break stuff. a lot of people i know will. i was just like, “wow, my life is ruined.” that’s not a good thing to be happening.
i just saw a pic of korean children getting incinerated by napalm. that’s not a cool thing to find. people really freak me out.
Hingis sues sportswear company she endorsed, says shoes injured her feet! noooo… my martina has become a cash whore. a $40 mil USD lawsuit. mad! how could she do this? she was the swiss miss. she says the shoes injured her feet and she was adversely affected from ‘96-’99… yadda yadda… and still the number one seeded player? that’s not bad. last year she got fired from the endorsement contract because she didn’t wear the guy’s hat at a tourney. sigh. the world is funny today.
in three (3) days the final score for the hiyo.org founders pool will be complete. the tentative score is currently five to nothing for me! i’m so excitied. i am truly kicking rear. there basically is no way i can lose. this blog is my way of really rubbing it in. to keep you up to date, each of us picked all the bachleors and bachleorettes of our graduating class that we knew and if by this thursday they have a significant other, then plapow: one point. there have been a lot of people getting together, not so many splitting up and a lot of people that we forgot to pick up but should have. interestingly enough, each of my points comes from my first, fifth, twenty-first, twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth picks. we each made 17 picks. so basically it was mostly people we thought would NEVER get their respective freaks on were the ones hooking up. and most of the ones we thought should have been didn’t get any. and only one of all the picks were known chat whores, masters of the internet pick-up. (he’s going with zero a date). what do i win? gloating rights baybee! and heck, it’s so worth it i’m starting now! yay.
update: i just realized that the known score is 5-1. so much for the shutout.
update two: ok, i had to post this. i couldn’t resist. the guy has kittens with finishing moves and puts kittens in the microwave. it’s good.
update three: ok, in case you didn’t go yet, the guy has a jailbait watch for mandy moore: a java countdown script that will tell when it’s legal to tap that booty. and pics of the time he wrote in big letters ‘bomb us please —>’ on the road pointing to his house.
see ya on the grapevine daddy-os.
i play basketball for hour straight hours. and then i go to chill at my buddy’s chateau. it’s cool, i kick butt in scrabble and my friend takes a lot of pictures of crotches with my digcam. then i decide to go home at midnight but first i gotta get the gorillaz cd from my trunk and give it to my friend. what happens? i leave the keys in the trunk. my friend is nice enough to drive me the twenty minutes back to my house and the twenty minutes back to my friend’s house to get my keys and get back to my car. sigh. it was pretty stinky. it took me all of twelve minutes to get home because i was a maniac. i just wasn’t in the mood to take my time. lousy dirtmonkeys.
my plan for today. pool. habbo. sports. and somewhere in there go shopping. and i just realized i gotta miss convocation on tuesday.
forty new bennycam stills. mostly my friend taking crotch shots. oh well. he’s a terrible photographer.
benny’s blog is getting prepared to be accessed through the bennybox. you should be reading this from there already. bennybox is the next version to bennymoto which i guess is coming soon but i’m real lazy so oh well.
let’s go over why i didn’t go to sleep until four-thirty am last night. i think around seven o’clock ish i was in the hotel chatting it up and freaking people out as normal. but then the hotel get truly mellow and so i bolt. by then it’s probably ten or eleven or so and i’ve eaten and finished being mad at my comp for roasting all my bennycam pics. so i decide to yahoo! chat because that’s what i do unless i play pool or read sports or something. and i find my habbo bud online so i go to say hello. boy. i give her mad props. probably props so mad that it will make my head explode. she’s a crazy cat. she’s got a unique outlook on life and so people like to talk to her like they’re cool and witty and intelligent. obviously they’re not and boy does she cut them up. every single one and she never stops. it’s truly mad. i don’t know what to say about it but she says things about your mom like you wouldn’t believe. it’s hilarious more than anything. she’s one enjoyable person. you should give her a hit daily if you read blogs or anything. oh yeah. me and her hurt a whole bunch of guys’ feelings and they were mad and doing the whole “youz a hoe you fat ugly bizatch come here and suck my ack bobba bobba bobba bobba bobba bobba…” and so on so forth. it got to the point where everyone was like infuriated and just yelling incoherent gibberish and not using any conscious thought or anything. it was quite mad. and to add to that, everyone was private messaging me asking how tall she was. really dumb. i eventually had to lie saying that i would never be able to find out so chillax! THEN it gets into the yahoo voice chat. yahoo is nice like that. it allows anyone with a mic to broadcast their thoughts to the rest of the room censorfree and all that jazz. i left my mic at my bro’s so i kept to the keys. i didn’t realize that there was this really heated discussion on the voice since i turned it off because it was like three something in the morning. what to do. i listened for a good half hour or so, i was cracking up the whole time. i won’t explain the discussion because… i dunno. lazy. and it’s obscene. then i say bye to everyone cuz i’m damn tired, get ready for bed, go to sleep, wake up five hours later, so some research and then drive off to u-town. that’s it.
i don’t even make sense right now. i’m all knocked up on goofballs.
who would expect the lakers to lose two in a row? i didn’t.
on saturday i’m waking up just to play ball because i booked an indoor gyrm for the whole afternoon. and then i’m going to go chill and watch movies and then at like midnight or even early morn i’m going home and relive the habbo experience. it’s too much fun to pass up.
oh yeah. my school yearbook is brown this year! what the heck is up with that?!?! sigh. piece of git.
sigh. my problems continue. i lost about 100 of my 160 benny cam pics. sigh. so much for a big update. i took 42 pics today to my trips around my small town.
i have no idea where my pics went. i’m going mad. if i find em i’ll be slightly happier. until then i’m pretty sour.
the bennycam in a nutshell: i’m taking 30-60 pics a day and adding them to the random bennycam. sorry if the images don’t load well. a lot are broken cuz i deleted them. and to add to that my server stinks. have a nice day. keep it real.
dammit. i just lost a whole post because i hit the back button. piece of git. so now the post will be summarized.
check out the benny cam@hiyo.org. it has glitches. i’ll fix it later. it’s not bad. i’ll be my life.
sixers won. yahoo. it’s better than the lakers winning it all.
that’s it. hiyo.org lives on.