I’m just a branch location for the bum down the street

I had a good time over at Steve’s last night, again.
Study and then ‘Party in Tony’s Room’ with just a few of us.
I love that kind of hanging out.
Off to work now. Meh.
Todd’s gonna pick me up after work so I can go to Alicias for the game night.
I have the bestestest friends evAr!

Deep Thoughts With …well… just Deep Thoughts, coming soon…

and another … for good measure.

New Idea?

Just a suggestion for this week:

What needs changing? How should it be changed? (Where will we start?) Stream of conscience, persuasive, poetic, argumentative, quote-based, etc.

Just been on my mind–the state of things here. People are so wrapped up that they aren’t living the life, ya know? Anyway, it’s a thought.

I don’t have to die: I’ll just change my expiration date.

- I have not truly blogged in a long time have I? I guess it’s because I have drawn a line for what I post and don’t post here, and most of the stuff that has been consuming my brain for the last few weeks falls on the dark side of the moon. Sorry if I’ve let you down, if the cheesy pictures, memes and quotes bored you. You do take the time to come here regularly and I can’t help but feel bad for not blogging (whoa doublo negativo).
- So, now you’re probably wondering what’s going on that has me so blogstipated. The short goes like this… Job stuff, friend stuff, money stuff, and spiritual stuff. I obviously choose not to go into details regarding these things because I consider some of it highly private and some of it highly volatile. I’ve also been experiencing the difficulties of finding something new that is occupying of my time and devoting energy to it and loosing what I did have stored for this, so for your own good, please do not forget that myspace is the devil.

words…

Forgetting, twice.

I am emoting and I want it to stop.
I have feelings about this, but I can’t do anything about it.
So let’s talk and get my mind off of it…
It’s not working…
A drink would help, but I don’t want that, it’s just a downward road.
Let’s talk more, about something semi-important this time.
That helps, I forgot about it for a minute or so.
Can you think of anything more serious to chat about?
… God? I was hoping we wouldn’t have to go there.
I already told Him about it, wouldn’t want to nag him…
… What? What do you mean talk about God in some other context?
This is life, what context is there outside this?
If we talk about God we’re talking about it.
And I already said, I don’t want to talk about it.
… What do you mean,’What God thinks.’?
Go ask him yourself.
I’m too busy trying to forget this.
Hey, do you think he might know how to help?

Did you seriously do that? What, Stop at a red light?

I don’t do too many of these, but this one was teh cool…

First times…

1. Who was your first homecoming date?
First, last, and only … read Homecoming Heartbreak for the account.

2. Who was your first roommate?
Erik

3. What was your first job?
Norman Bates @ Frightmare – for reals man.

5. When did you go to your first funeral?
When my great-grandmother died, I was Twelvish and we went to Texas for the funeral over Easter weekend. She looked so peaceful. We visited the neighbors farm, Anna let the cows out, I almost brought a puppy home (I did get to name him Reuben though), the church we went to on Easter (1/2 way home from TX, not sure where) was awesome and they had us to their potluck.

6. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown?
19 – To Portland, OR

7. Who was your first grade teacher?
Mary Kay Lips, so not kidding.

10. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
Denver to San Francisco to see my grandparents, methinks.

11. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?
Nobody, I was just trying to prove that they couldn’t make me stay in my room forever.

12. Who was your first best friend and are you still friends with them now?
Starting when? Sheesh. Erik has been for the last (almost exactly) ten years.

13. Where was your first sleepover?
No freaking clue. Although in 5th grade Josh, David and I rotated through eachothers houses every Monday night, that was cool.

14. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?
E to tha R-I-K

15. Who’s wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen?
Jon and Annette’s – It was a total honor, and an awesome wedding.

16. What is the first thing you do in the morning?
Smash my alarm clock, bandage the resulting wound, and then go get a new one out of the case in the closet.

17. What was the first concert you ever went to?
Couldn’t say. Early ones included Danny Oertli and Lost & Found

18. First tattoo or piercing?
18yrs, just before moving to Portland, Erik was along, I got a Triquetra.

19. First celebrity crush?
Kirsten Dunst in Jumanji – (boy do I know how to pick ‘em)

20. Age of first kiss?
No Freaking clue. Don’t remember one before my 1st real girlfriend @17yrs but there probably was.

21. First crush?
The babysitter, her name was Hannah Somethingorother.

21. First person you have ever loved?
Diggin’ Micah’s answer of the Parents, but for sure Anna, I mean, I got a little sister, it was instant.

22. First person to break your heart?
H

23. First movie you cried to?
Pinocchio – it scared the s..!t out of me.

This one rocked!

Two Words: Therapy

This was me…





One afternoon, about seven years ago, goofing off with friends.

That’s like, the Great Oxymoron of Humanity.

so the thing about the creative mind is that it has a need to create, it has a minimum requirement of creation and when that is not met the pangs begin. i am having those pangs.

so it’s that time…

This was on my Google homepage…

“I’m sick of following my dreams. I’m just going to ask them where they’re going and hook up with them later.”
- Mitch Hedberg

that dude is hi-larious!

I’m gonna go have a girl hike by myself.

Too many blog titles… I give up.

So tonight after Satellite, we went to Donnies for pancakes and recruitment (of the best kind of course) and then after that we went to The Kens for fire, flaming marshmallows, Guinness, Jamesons and Fellowship (of the best kind of course) I had a wonderful evening and it was one of those nights where I accrued more blog titles than one can handle. What to do?! I sometimes want so badly to share all of them at once (ala the Whitney suggestion) and at other times I just want to keep them all to myself for personal laughter (but then I re-share them with those that were there, and I re-member that they really are funny.) But all that considered, I still don’t want to share them all. So here’s none…

They’re horny for three years? … that’s right.

…being a reference to Mormons returning from their two year missions to claim the ladies still waiting for them. (Thanks to Steve C. for the brainjog)

This is a bulletin that I wrote and posted on MySpace last week.
If you didn’t understand what I just said you probably won’t get it.

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Extended Networks…
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Ever notice how EVERYONE is in your extended network?

Ever wonder why that is?

Does it bother you?

Wanna fix it?

What is my extended network anyway?
MySpace networks us based on who we know and who they know.
It’s like one of those stories where your sister’s- friend’s- uncle’s- exwife’s- nephews- favorite band’s- record label’s- CEO’s- neighbors- kid’s- dogs- mate’s- owner does something.
Those people are all connected, and in the MySpace world they are all in your extended network.
You have a big network.

Ok, so why is EVERYONE in my extended network?
Here’s the deal, everyone on MySpace is in your extended network because of Tom.
Tom is everyone’s friend.
“But I unfriended Tom.” you say.
Sure, YOU did, but have all your friends done it?
Let’s just say that 99 out of every 100 people unfriend Tom.
That leaves us with about 640,000 people with Tom as a friend.
Chances are that you know someone who knows someone who is one of those 640,000.
EVERYONE is in your network.

WOW!, so what do I do?
Well, I used Tom as an example, but there are many other people and bands that have thousands of friends.
Take Christopher Walken (yeah, he’s on here) for example, or Fall Out Boy.
They have friends that have friends that are your friend, I almost guarantee it.
“So you’re saying there’s no hope?” you ask.
Yeppers, that’s what I’m sayin.

But I don’t like that!
Tough luck friend. Welcome to the MySpace world.

There must be something I can do!
Well, there is one thing…
Unfriend everyone, delete your account, and never visit MySpace.com again.
That will work.
(But your sister’s- friend’s- uncle’s- exwife’s- nephews- favorite band’s- record label’s- CEO’s- neighbors- kid’s- dogs- mate’s- owner will still have done that something, I guarantee it.)

You’re mean!
Not really, I’m just the messenger.
Wanna be my friend?
Afterall, I am in your extended network.

– Gabe

[-] p.s. If someone reposted this and you wanna be my friend it might take some work, I only allow people I’ve met to be my friends (oh, and bands I like). So it’s possible, but I have to meet you first. Cool? Good. [-]
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Jesus was Scottish, it’s OK

Just returned from a tech support call. My sister’s housesitting neighbor needed some help. I cannot believe people pay me for this stuff. I was glad to take the Pepsis (and I’m a Coke guy) and Pizza as payment. But no, apparently I’m worth way more than that. Something about the last week is pushing me in the direction of doing contract work on the side with this stuff. If I ever get around to it I will have the following policies as basis of my biz. (this is really just rough and off the top of my head, but some stuff I feel strongly about)

1) Less is more, sleek is fast.
2) Why pay when the free one is better?
3) Free phone support for 2 weeks (or more? me not sure) with any service call.
4) I’ll never do anything to your computer that I wouldn’t do to mine, and I won’t do anything to your computer that it doesn’t need.
5) In the ideal world my job doesn’t exist, and trust me, I’m an idealist. (meaning I aim to fix your problem once and for all)
6) The works cleanup, one time flat fee, 6 months guarantee and 3 months phone support.

That’s all I can think of right now, they might change as I think through this more, get suggestions and gain experience (but if you got it one time you’re grandfathered in).
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words…

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They are, I feel
– Gabe Thexton
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She works with her head hung.
And I feel ashamed.
“If she didn’t have the personality of a cardboard box you might find her attractive.”
But is that her fault or ours?

She’s drunk and looking for hookups.
And I feel ashamed.
“She was on the right track there for a while, but you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”
But really, is that her fault or ours?

She’s with the guy that’s not the right guy.
And I feel ashamed.
“Somehow she doesn’t see that she could do so much better than that.”
But I don’t know who’s fault that is.
And so I feel ashamed.