sm62704's Journal: Blagh!

In the thread about Three Reasons Microsoft Paid so 'Little' for Facebook, ackthpt commented that "I'm reminded of an editorial comic where someone creates a personal website for his cat and gets 10 million dollars in investment because he's visionary -- in effect, it's a parody of the .com bubble -- which Microsoft will fund. I need to get cracking if I'm to get my $240 million..."

Smartass that I am I had to dig out my blagh to make the smartassed comment "Damn, I need to update my blagh!" Of course, I actually had to go to it, and discovered it's been close to two years since I had, indeed, made a post in it.

The post was the New Years' post from January 2, 2006. I was amazed and gratified that all my predictions were wrong! See, I predicted that things I wanted to happen wouldn't, and things I didn't would.

I did get the house I refused to make a prediction about - a year later.

But I'm going to revisit that blagh posting. Only rather than update the blagh itself (and I see I really screwed up the HTML in its last posting, neglecting to put in a </H1> tag so the whole thing is in about a zillion point type), I'm just going to put comments on it here.

I think Posamist broke up. I'm not sure, as I haven't seen Joe or Jeff or anybody for quite some time now. In fact, I lost their phone numbers when a hooker stole my Razr.

I haven't been to Mojo's (Which was Dempsey's when Rier bought it), nor seen Rier for quite a while, either.

George Ranks closed down, a victim of Springfield's smoking ban.

MC Tap closed down as well, victim of its owners getting busted for dope.

Now, the predictions: I have my daughter's cats, as she couldn't take them to Cincinnatti with her. She's living with her fiancee in his parents' garage, as they don't have a basement. I'm gratified that she found someone with a few nerdy traits. The cats have yet to shit on the floor, despite my predictions. The calico one (The orange ones fuck you up real good) does shit in the bathtub, especially after a good huffing.

I had to turn in my nerd license (see previous journal, Ask Slashdot: Women), having not only gotten laid but having two separate girlfriends that same year. The first was flat chested, shapeless, toothless, five years my junior but looks fifteen years my senior. The second is brain damaged and weighs 300 pounds (see previous journal, A Nerd's Guide to Getting Laid)

They did pick my ticket at George Rank's, almost every week. I spent WAY too much time in that place. In fact, I suspect it closed down not from the smoking ban as its owner Dave posited, but because I started going to JW's, which is staggering distance from my house. Yes, I bought that house last January.

And I was sucessful in my attempts to avoid notoriety.

But about my nerd license - I got it back! This despite the fact that I've done better with the ladies in 2007 than any year since I was in Thailand in the Air Force. How?

There's a woman 20 years my junior living with me, and paying me for the privelege! Unlike my two girlfriends from 2006, Amy is very attractive.

She also has a boyfriend, and she won't fuck me.

I have a very attractive young lady I'm not related to living with me, and I still can't get laid.