Hell in a Handbasket

Updated 2001/02/18

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Yup, that's me. Hopefully I'm going to get off my lazy ass any day now and actually finish this web page. As long as I'm going to stoop down and do the pop thing of actually putting a home page up, I might as well finish it, right?

Well, there's the rub. You see I'm a contract engineer, and I spend a lot of time trying to find new contracts. Takes a lot of effort, so I've got very little time for writing web pages.

But that don't mean I can't find time for playing games. Nosiree. Got board games, will roll dice. That's me, yessir.

Hell, I've been so damned busy that I haven't even gone down to the shooting range in about a month. BAD Sinster. No bang-bang.

Hell, maybe if I just keep spewing like this I'll get a reasonable web page. Whaddaya think? Possible? NOT!

Actually, that reminds me. A few months after I found my mother, she was spending a week with me in my apartment in Santa Clara (this was about 3 years ago). We were looking through some old family stuff of hers, letters, photo albums, that kind of stuff. One of the things she found was a letter from her grandma (my great-grandma for the genealogically challenged). This was written back in like the 30's or so. But the letter went on, talking about my grandpa for a while, and other assorted family stuff. At the end, there was some sentence (not important what it was), and then "NOT!".

I was truly stunned.

I mean think about it. Here we are, 1996, people have been pulling that "NOT!" bullshit for about 8 or 9 years. And there's my great-grandma, doing the same thing in the 30's. Talk about a timewarp, geez!

Now entering the japanese zone

Kore ni nihongo no kotoba o kite irimasu.

Jon Paul Nollmann sinster@ballistictech.net