Jeram

jeram @ 2005-09-06T07:44:00

2005-09-06T11:45:55Z

An odd meme...

1) Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2) I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3) I'll pick a flavor/color of jello to wrestle with you in.
4) I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5) I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6) I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7) I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8) If I do this for you, you must either post this on your journal or give me a cookie. You MUST. It is written.

An old fashioned meme

2005-02-13T02:00:55Z

If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you must post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened. Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you.

So...

2005-01-03T01:26:02Z

It appears that the time has come to finally say: Things happen.

My life is in a reasonable state of order - good friends, supportive family, plus...
I'm finally getting an apartment of my own - no roommates this time.
And you never know... sometimes happiness is its own reward.

With realistic life comes the truth of darkness....

[u]The Serial Killer's Waltz[/u]
One down, three to go.
A final shadow hidden blow
with none to blame but
naught the night
The truth reveals itself
in plain sight.
So when decided, he appears
And always leaves his friends in tears
When numbers grow and feelings swell
the knowing heart will always tell.

Is a little pain worth the rewards of satisfication in life?
I would say yes.

-J

I had a dream...

2003-07-28T19:27:14Z

Last saturday night, I had a dream, one both terrifying and amazing.

Far in the future...
It was the end of the world - with a rub.

The universe was dying, about to collapse into nothingness. Only one person could save us - me. I built an immense space station of out a meteor, then fitted it with powerful engine; one that could move between universes. It was to be our way out - if we could get out before the universe crashed into nothingness. I was piloting the station, my close friend by my side. The strain was intense, as we increased speed again and again, approaching the threshold that would grant us escape.

We could see the lights begin to fade, the universe begin to disappear. We almost didn't make it.

Aboard the ship were the best and brightest from around the globe, 700,000 citizens of Earth. And none of them who I was; and I wanted to keep it that way. I was just another nerdy crewman, only I knew the truth.

Due to the odd flow of time, we were able to contact our old universe before it collapsed, people were able to stay in touch, relatively speaking. We continued our work assignments, and many acted as though it was nothing more than a trip.

None treated me with any respect, as why would they? No one, except for one girl.

As I sat in the cafeteria, eating among fellow crewmembers, a large muscular youth approached a comely blond and sat down next to her. They flirted and tossed innuendo back and forth, seemingly unware or uncaring that I sat at their table. The young man mentioned that all on the ship had to be talented - as they all had the best genes.

Interesting...

But one girl actually spoke to me, treated me like me, not the savior (not that she knew) or the "nerd". When she complained about the glasses assigned (ugly and uncomfortable, but bristling with features) I decided to give her a hand. Using my madz typing skills, I used a "secret shortcut" to load up the station's creation unit.

Soon enough, all on the ship would discover the truth - their home universe was gone forever. And an enemy beyond imagining had done the deed. This enemy had created a weapon so horrible, so destructive, that it could destroy a universe.

And then I would reveal that I had been in charge all along, and had in fact engineered their survival.

But before this happened, I awoke.

I suppose it says something interesting about me - that I want to be someone important, if not the most important. Selfish, I suppose, but telling.

And that is that.

-J

My thoughts on Harry Potter

2003-06-27T16:09:27Z

Well, I'm finally done with the book, and I've got to say: Wow. I really enjoyed the book, from start to finish. Now I'm just irritated I won't be able to read the next one for a while.

I don't know if anyone else felt this way, but I got very frustrated when Harry did stupid things and got angry for seemingly no reason, and I really felt quite pleased anytime his relationship with Cho went well. Based on this, I would say Rowling did a very good job manipulating the reader, which is of course what all authors want to do (at least I do).

Unfortunately I already knew that Sirius would be the one who died because of a moron who let it slip out, but I was still engrossed in the flow of the story. The transition that Harry has gone through is pretty damn significant - all I can think of now is how the Radcliffe actor who played him in the first two movies really does not match up to the image of Harry I've had in my head. Interestingly enough, I often don't have definite pictures in my mind of how people look in stories I read - more like general blurry pictures, actually. However, after watching the two movies, some of the characters in the story began to look like the actors who portrayed them:
McGonnagol: At first, I didn't think this choice made sense at first - but now, it does, Maggie Smith is a very good actress.
Snape: Honestly, I don't think I could have not used Alan Rickman even if he had played Hagrid.
Hagrid: ... I mean, come on. He IS Hagrid.
Draco: Perfect.
Hermione: I had a very very different image in mind before the movies - but I liked her performance so much, she replaced that older, perhaps more true to the story image. Chalk that up to Emma Watson's skill.
Ron: Also perfect casting.
I can also say Sirius looks nothing like Gary Oldman in my mind, and neither does Lockhart look like Kenneth Branagh.
My vision of Harry is so complex and "real", IMO, that the actor who portrayed him merely seems bland and two-dimensional in comparison.

And that's my two cents.

-J

OH GIVE ME A BREAK!

2003-06-24T21:09:24Z

I TRIED SO HARD NOT TO FIND OUT ANY SPOILERS FOR THE NEW HARRY POTTER BOOK!

But someone had to just slip in who died... I hoped they were lying and I'm still surprised. Please, NOBODY tell me any details. I've ordered the book, and it'll arrive soon - but in the meantime, GRRRARGHAGHAGH ERIC YOU SOB!

Venting complete.

-J

Screw this, I'm putting up a test result

2003-06-02T20:27:19Z

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How compatible with me are YOU?

-J

Birthday

2003-05-27T12:53:50Z

My birthday was yesterday. Thanks for remembering. It's a good thing I have that automatic LJ-notification, eh?

-J

AND SO IT BEGINS!

2003-04-28T21:28:50Z

I have my own domain name!

Please, if you're interested, or even if you're not, go to LordJeram.Net!

Thanks folks, you=greatest.

-J

It's that time again! What time? GIVING PROPS TIME!

2003-04-08T18:49:03Z

Well, maybe not.

Ya see, things go a little insangrily too dang often.

Alls I cans says is: DANG IT WHERE IS MY TIME MACHINE??

I really need one. Then I can actually do all of the creative stuff I come up with.

Ah, yes, that'd be wonderful.

Here's a fun filled list!

1) Writing - LOVE TO DO IT - I have ten or so stories that need to be written.

2) C&C - I like helping people, and I hope they reciprocate.

3) Webcomics - drawing is hard, dude. I have twenty comics planned and storyboarded, just not drawn and scanned yet.

4) Voice acting - I keep trying out for parts. The ones I get, never get made. The ones I don't, do.

5) Progging - This means game making - I'm making a wrestling game. Takes time.

6) Studying - I'm always trying to learn new things. Not easy to do that often.

AND THE BRAND NEW NUMBER IS:

7) Preparing for the holidays - This is a priority, as they come next week!

Anyhoo, pREPARE for today's givin props recipient. The link is hidden SOMEWHERE amongst my post today. See if you can find it.

del_chan

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Honestly, what can I say that has not already been said about this person?

I am always impressed by anyone who can draw, much less the seemingly effortless ease with which Del curlicues out masterpieces. The ability to draw the picture in your head is still one beyond me - and to that, I tip my hat.

Delphina has always seemed to me calm and nearly always friendly to a fault - thus I am always completely shocked by any profanity or negative words in her LJ every time it happens.

But well, that's how things go. I just want to give my thanks for her patience and understanding when it's obvious how difficult I'm being. Your kind nature will always shine through.

In conclusion: Rock on, Del-sama!

-J

Three things: Fools, Surgery, Morals

2003-04-01T15:07:07Z

APRIL FOOLS!

Now that that's out of the way, some completely serious topics.

My grandfather had brain surgery yesterday - and it's looking like he'll be just fine.

The Passover holiday is coming up soon, and our family usually spends time with my grandparents and other relatives - I just hope we'll still be able to do that.

Surgery can be a tough thing - I've gone through it myself, although it was not anything as sensitive as the brain.

I've been reading some interesting LJ entries on morals, and since this is an issue I have an actual opinion about (GADS!), here are my two cents:

People have instincts. Sometimes these instincts are destructive, other times they are constructive. Protecting your children (cubs): Constructive. Preemptive strike against possible aggressors: Destructive. Whether or not each one is morally right is not relevant, I think.

The problem is that morals is a very subjective term. I think of morals, and I think of a code of conduct that people live by that engenders a productive and positive environment with their peers. But others may have their own opinions.

My morals have several important aspects, but they really come down to one thing: What I feel is right. I feel that it is right to be nice to other people (just try it. You may be surprised at the long reaching effects it can have.). I feel that it is right not to destroy your body with destructive chemicals and drugs (Some may argue that "Hey, it's my body, I can do what I want." True, you CAN do it. But IMO, you SHOULD not do it. I have never touched even a cigarette - although I am allergic to some forms of smoke - much less anything "harder"). But I also feel that that is right to let other people believe as they wish (this, however, precludes those people not carrying out beliefs that would cause them to create a loss of life or freedom of someone else).

I respect people - and that is the least instinctual thing of all.

I believe that we as humans are not "just" animals. Yes, we have an animal body, with animalistic needs, wants, and desires. It has instinctual behavior, true.

But I believe that we should rise above those instincts - because we can. If there are any animals that can do the same, I will grant them equal rights (and there may be a few who can - but certainly not all. Even a dog, which can be extremely affectionate and loyal, is mostly a slave to its own instincts. But do you really think this is the case for most animals? Why is it that people are warned not to raise wild animals, such as lions and bears, etc? No matter how cuddly and friendly they are as cubs (instinct), when they grow up, things change. They will no longer care.)

To sum up, I follow my set of morals because it feels like the right thing to do.

And it feels like the right thing for the world for me to do.

-Jeram

It's that time again! What time? GIVING PROPS TIME!

2003-03-12T17:29:24Z

I have decided that it is time - high time - to give props to the people who read this journal.

Keltric.

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Oft referred to as "The Kelster" or "El Keltricabra" by yours truly, Keltric has an interesting history. When I first "met" him online and read his "posts" on the message board, I had this "interesting" image in my mind of who this "Keltric" was. (Are the double quotes annoying you yet?)

All right, all right, I'll tell you. I thought Keltric was - a girl. Whoops! Of course, I found out later I was wrong (thanks youknowwho), and never ever ever mentioned it to Keltric. I made a solemn vow never to tell anyone about it - and then broke it immediately by telling LH.

Of course, that didn't change my opinion of him - an interesting guy, with clear cut values, and an odd maturity. The reason the maturity was so odd to me is that I found out that Kel was in high school, but was more mature than many college students and adults I knew - even on the same channel.

I have no idea how he'll take my opinion, but he should that I respect him and his opinions - even if I don't always agree with them. And sometimes I may not approve of his actions, but that does not happen very often.

In conclusion, Kel, you da man!

I just took my certification test

2003-03-12T17:03:48Z

And...

I passed.

Which test? It was a Java certification test.

Now why I am so danged exhausted now? (probably not the best thing to be at work)

-J

Inconsequential Post of Gratitude

2003-03-07T17:59:19Z

I would just like to thank Melting Panda for telling me about televisionwithoutpity.com - I love that dang site!

I suppose you may be wondering what's going on in my life.

Well, the answer is: Stuff.

If you haven't guessed, I don't want to explain right now - but maybe I will later.

-J

Giving up Nanowrimo?

2002-11-19T20:03:03Z

No.

It's begun

2002-11-01T08:46:35Z

I wrote for about 20 minutes and got a few words out.

Take a look at:

This

-J

Mortality

2002-10-27T07:09:26Z

I don't know how many of you out there know, but I lived and worked right around where the sniper murders were.

It got me thinking about mortality, and saying goodbye.

In that vein, I present the following statement:

I hope that all you (that is, the ones reading this journal) know what I think of you, and how important you are to me. If you want my honest opinion, please ask, I won't say no.

And here's to hoping no one has to say goodbye for a very long time.

-J

QUICK

2002-09-27T20:35:59Z

Anyone who wants to see my next LJ entry, make sure you're logged in first.

jeram @ 2002-09-23T23:45:00

2002-09-24T03:48:22Z

1. What does your first name mean?
It means "god will uplift".

2. Your middle name, do you have one?
I do. I do. But it's a secret.

3. What does it (your middle name) mean?
It means life.

4. What about that name at the end (unless you're a Jr. or III or something), what about that one?
It's changed since they went through Ellis Island - but orignally it meant friend, bird, or fig. Actually, it really means Violet.

5. So, if you were to put the meanings of all your names together, what would it say?
Depends. My Hebrew name means "Life of Israel". My English name means "god will uplift the violets"

6. If you'd been born the opposite sex, what would your parents have named you?
My parents often talk about it. Leah.

I once wrote a story about it.

-J

Hooray!

2002-08-30T06:59:29Z

Well, some good news.

I auditioned for this Harry Potter radioplay (for 17 roles, mind you), and I got 7 of them!

Professor Binns
Peeves
Dudely Dursley
Vernon Dursley
Oliver Wood
Percy Weasley
Sir Cadogan

Wow.

Boy, this should be fun.

-J

jeram @ 2002-08-28T02:03:00

2002-08-28T06:04:43Z

A Story Oh, quick note before we begin: I'm dealing with my anger and frustration the best way I know how - by writing.
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Walter walked through the door and looked around. The time was ripe for punching.

He approached his old nemesis, The Jackal, and punched him in the gut.

The Jackal spit out a few teeth, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What in blazes was that, Walter?" He slowly picked up a bat and began to beat Walter mercilessly with it. "How slam do crunch you crack like smash this? Well?" The Jackal paused his vicious assault and wiped his brow. "Dang, Walter, that was the worst attack yet."

Walter, covered with blood, and several broken bones exposed, slowly got to his feet. He wobbled but managed to gasp. "It was punching time, Stupidhead."

The Jackal rolled his eyes and cleaned off his bat. "Fine, Walter, just leave me alone. I was having a nice conversation with my friends anyway."

"Did you have to be so vicious?" Rachel asked, a small frown on her petite face. "I mean, sure, it was wrong to punch you, but he always does that."

"That doesn't make it right," Tiny Dave said from across the table.

Phil nodded in agreement.

Henry the 8th said nothing - as he wasn't there.

"Now, hold on a second!" Princess Brianna protested. "Why do you guys at the table always pick on poor Walter?"

"Poor Walter?!" Tiny Dave asked incredulously. "He started it!"

"I think Brianna has a point," Evil Toad remarked. "Then again, I think Walter can be irritating. He'd never dare punch me." Evil Toad brandished his immense sledgehammer with an evil grin. "He knows he'd get a sledge where the sun don't shine."

"This kind of talk doesn't belong here," Phil said suddenly. "Take it to ... THE CLOSET." As everyone watched, Phil's finger began to move slowly but surely, until it pointed straight at the ol' closet door.

Evil Toad rolled his eyes. "That's your answer to everything, Phil. What's the big deal?"

The door slammed open with the proverbial bang. The Pink sashayed in, grinning widely, her expressive face saying volumes. She wore essentially nothing.

Tiny Dave screamed in agony and pulled out his Dwarven battle axe. "Put some clothes on!" he yelled at The Pink. He charged at The Pink, who just looked at him.

Princess Brianna gasped and pulled The Pink out of the way. "Tiny Dave! What's wrong with you?"

Wordlessly, Phil pointed at the closet again.

Confused? Then perhaps a good old fashioned synopsis is in order.

In order of appearance:

Walter: Enjoys punching. Despises The Jackal, Tiny Dave, and Phil.
The Jackal: Wields a bat. Can't stand punching - especially by Walter.
Rachel: Sits at the table. Is kind-hearted.
Tiny Dave: Sits at the table. Has a Dwarven battle axe the perfect size for him.
Phil: Likes to point at the closet.
Henry the 8th: Isn't there.
Princess Brianna: Thinks that people at the table can be mean sometimes.
Evil Toad: Wields a huge sledgehammer. Doesn't care what others think.
The Pink: Wears essentially nothing.

With a huge grin, The Pink walked into the closet, dragging Princess Brianna with her.

"Hey, wait a second," Princess Brianna started to say, before disappearing into the icy depths of the closet.

Miss Opera frowned at this, and followed the two in, her BlowItAllUp at the ready.

"Good riddance," remarked Tiny Dave.

Phil pointed at the closet.

Rachel sighed. "Phil, stop that, please."

Phil looked at Rachel and nodded in agreement. "All right," he said. "Just as long as we're clear - the closet is right there."

The Jackal fell asleep, leaning against the table, his bat still held at the ready.

Walter grinned evilly and punched Phil in the face. He twisted away from Phil's counter attack and punched down at Tiny Dave, who casually raised his Dwarven battle axe, slicing Walter's punching hand off cleanly.

"Hey," Walter protested.

Then Phil blindsided him.

While Rachel frowned, but did nothing, The Jackal slept, Henry the 8th wasn't there, Evil Toad glared, and Walter crumbled to the floor, Phil and Tiny Dave picked up Walter and tossed him into the closet.

"Was that really necessary?" Rachel asked hesitantly. "Who knows what The Pink is doing in there? And poor Princess Brianna... Now Walter's there too?"

Evil Toad nodded. "I agree with her, this time. You guys shouldn't have done that."

"Well, we did," Tiny Dave pointed out. "So it doesn't really matter, does it?"

Phil considered Evil Toad's words, and began to point at the closet - before catching Rachel's eye. He stopped pointing and shrugged noncommittally.

Now it gets both weird and personal - so bear with me.

The door opened and El Diablo entered. "I wish I was honest. I feel so mad, I feel so angry, I feel so cheap, let's start over."

Then he left.

Gabriella Angelfire sighed. Things had gotten out of hand.

The Jackal woke up and turned to Gabriella Angelfire. "Hey, listen, what should I do about the whole situation here? Should I club Walter to a bloody pulp? Should I talk to him?"

"That's a good question," Tiny Dave said. "Should I bring Walter back? Should I reattach his hand? Should I apologize?"

"Should I point to the closet?" Phil asked. "How about a gesture?"

"Should I have tried to stop them?" Rachel inquired patiently. "Was I right in staying out of it?"

Gabriella Angelfire's mouth dropped. "Wait, hold on. Slow down!"

"Should I sledge someone?" Evil Toad asked with an evil grin.

Henry the 8th became a saint for not saying anything (although he wasn't there - but that hardly matters).

"Help us, help us, help us," everyone began chanting in unison to Gabriella Angelfire.

"I can't do this anymore!" Gabriella Angelfire sobbed. "I can't - I can't help. It hurts me to see things this way, but I can't just fix everything like I used to."

"But, but, why, why," the chants continued.

No longer able to hold back tears, Gabriella Angelfire ran out the door.

Sir X entered the room and played back the video tape. It didn't take long for him to realize what had happened.

And he was rendered speechless.

For a second.

"How could this happen?" he demanded. He turned to the jackal, phil, and tiny dave. "Couldn't you have settled things peacefully? Please? PLEASE?"

He shook his head and turned to rachel and evil toad. "I know you're hurting as well, but sometimes not doing anything is as just as bad, or worse, than doing something bad."

He slowly walked over to the closet and peered inside. "Sometimes your antics get out of hand. princess brianna doesn't like it as much as you think, the pink. walter, think before you act. What you did was terrible - but you never even apologized. Well, at least not now."

Sir X walked to the door and paused. "I thought this place would be just another place. Prove me wrong."

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The End

All Links Post!

2002-08-15T18:12:50Z

One of my favorite things is stealing from you know who, here is the idea of an all links post - maybe I should not have destroyed all my zillions of favorites pages.

-J

ALL RIGHT, Who's in the mood for CONTROVERSY??

2002-08-12T05:49:22Z

ITEM ONE: The Disney Controversy

So I hear (about five months ago) that Disney and SquareSoft are making a game called Kingdom Hearts. Interesting, says I at the time, UNAWARE OF THE EVIL THAT WAS SOON TO ERUPT.

You see, friends, Disney is in reality... El Diablo. That's right, Disney, a huge, multinational corporation encompassing MANY different media outlets and forms of "entertainment" - is in fact the Devil Himself.

How do I know?

Because the other day, while watching a tape of a show on the Disney Channel, I noticed something, shall we say, odd.

Between the multicultural movie commercial and the commercial about how there are other kids who are just like you, I saw a flash of HELLFIRE.

Utilizing the WONDER that is the pause button, I cautiously flipped back until I saw (yes) the Devil Himself. He stepped out of the tv (!) and said "Okay, you got me. I'm Disney."

"You mean, Walt Disney?" I asked.

"No," The Devil Himself answered.

"Michael Eisner?" I suggested

"Nuh uh."

"How about Roy Disney?" I attempted.

"Not even close."

"Fine," I said. "I give up. Then who are you?"

"Not who," The Devil Himself replied. "What. You see, I AM DISNEY. DISNEY AM I. Get it?"

"Wait, even Disneyland?"

"Yep."

"Epcot Center?"

"Oh yeah."

"Wait, not MGM Studios?"

"Fraid so."

I took a deep breath in. "Wait, just answer me this. Not," I breathed in again. "Space Mountain?!"

The Devil Himself chuckled. "Why do you think it's so dark? I designed it after a place in Hell."

I gasped dramatically. "Dear sweet heaven, NO!"

"Thanks," The Devil Himself said. "I appreciate the effort."

"Least I could do," I answered. "All right, in any case, how about this new partnership with Square? Is the game-"

"Evil?"

I nodded.

"In every possible way, of course. You see, SquareSoft is in fact an angel by the name of Hitachi Miranous Fred. I hooked him up with a succubus I know - and the rest, as they say, is history."

I nodded as I contemplated this. "All right, thanks for the help."

"Don't mention it," the Devil Himself said, climbing back into the tv (!). As an afterthought, he added, "Don't forget to be evil!"

"I won't," I assured him, and wished him on his way.

ITEM TWO: WHY TSAIKO RULES

So I was sitting on a park bench the other day when a little girl walks up to me.

"Hi!" she exclaims happily.

"Hello there," I respond with a smile. "What is your name?"

"Kawaii," she answers without hesitation.

"That you are," I say with a chuckle.

"When I grow up," the girl says, "I want to be just like my idol. She's the greatest in the whole wide world."

"Is that right? Who is this greatest idol of yours?" I ask.

The girl blushes. "Promise you won't get mad?"

"Of course," I answer, a little surprised at the question.

"It's Tsaiko!" she crows joyfully.

I nod in understanding. "Of course, it all comes clear now."

"Me and all my friends just love her so much," the girl says in a sing-song voice. "Don't you?"

"Um," I say.

"Tsaiko loves to read books," the girl goes on, thankfully not allowing me any time to answer. "And she loves dinosaurs too. Do you love dinosaurs?"

"Sure," I begin to say.

"And she loves to write stories. Wanna read my story?"

"Of course," I say.

The girl rummages in her small purse and pulls out an immaculately printed story.

I read:

Dinosaurs are cool

"Wait!" the girl yells. "Read it to me in a funny voice."

"No problem," I tell her.

Dinosaurs are cool

They are so cool, they're big or small, and they eat plants or meat, or EVEN ROCKS. I bet they'd love me, I'd ride them all over the world and I'd meet my role-model, miss TSAIKO!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know, I heard that Tsaiko is really cool - and It's TRUE!

THE END

"You read it good!" the girl exclaims.

"Thanks," I answer. "But you mean 'read it well'. That's how Tsaiko would say it."

The girl nods seriously.

"But it was a great story," I tell her.

"Thank you so much!"

Suddenly, an angel appears and intones, "Young Kawaii Girl Kawaii, for your wondrous story about Tsaiko, you will be rewarded with eternal happiness."

And that's when it hit me - The angel was really Tsaiko.

ITEM THREE: TROLLS SMELL BAD

It's true, you know.

In fact, the other day, whilst I was perusing my copy of Entertainment Occasionally, I met a troll who smelled TERRIBLE.

And he was the Devil.

Or not.

-Jeram

This is for Fuzikai: Pink Lettuce Style

2002-08-05T21:11:49Z

The question raised:

How do you speak the words in Spanish: May I please have a sample of your most enjoyable pink lettuce?

The answer:
Porfa, me podrias dar una prueba de tu sumamente agradable lechuga rosada?

-J

Well, that's IT!

2002-07-31T07:15:46Z

I am moving out of my apartment RIGHT NOW.

Which means no more 10MBit, UltraFast, Always On, Internet Connection.

Sorry about that gang.

No more IM on ALL THE TIME.

Sorry.

Until I can get my own place - which may be a while - it'll be PURE dialup fer me.

In case I don't see any of you online in a long time, THANK YOU ALL - and grab a look at some of my earlier posts.

So long - ;-)

This one's for you.

-J