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L337 Sk8 Skilz

Posted by Sjixxxy on May 27, 2001  |  No Comments

Welcome to the first installment of Six-Something Cinema. The first film brought to you by us here at Six-Something is a triumphant tale of a young roller hockey star overcoming his skating disabilities to bring his last place team of losers out of nowhere to win the world championship in roller hockey. The film also has a side story of how he wins the heart of a sweet country girl in the process. The emotion in this film is heartwarming, and it will surely be a family favorite for generations to come.

Or if you really must know, it is just a clip on me piling up into a folding table while showing off my leet skating skills in a one-on-one broom ball game that was recorded sometime around 1991.

Got milk? No? Got porn then?

Posted by Sjixxxy on May 24, 2001  |  No Comments

Today’s topic will be another little glitch in our culture that I’ve noticed. If you enter a supermarket and buy one gallon plastic jug of milk, you will be asked if you’d like a bag when you check out. No biggie here, the bag boys are suppose to ask. What I wonder is why people accept the bag.In case they haven’t noticed, The simple diagram to the right should help explain why the bag is unnecessary. I often wondered why people also get bags when purchasing one small easy to carry object. Well unless it is something like a box of adult underwear for your seventy-six year old mother who you still live with. Those kind of purchases are best hidden behind a barrier of paper camouflage.

Now, researching the topic further, I have modeled a theory of why this is. I thought back to my childhood. back to the times as a kid where I’d buy one object and leave the store without a bag, only to be told time after time by adults that I should get a bag because “People will think you have stolen that.” Now being the type of person I am, why should I care if people think I have stolen something? If they really believe it they would approach me and accuse me of being a thief. At this point I would flash my receipt and accuse them of being a dunderhead.

I suppose though that situations do arise where what people think could be harmful, provided you don’t have a receipt to shield yourself with. Such an event like being accused of being a pornographer because somebody recovers some porn pictures from your hard drive that are there in your cache because you got tricked into following one of those links that instantly barrages you with twenty-five pop-up windows of various people of various ages in various positions. Try explaining that situation to someone who gets dumbfounded when trying to operate an electric can opener.

Another conspiracy unraveled.

Posted by Sjixxxy on May 19, 2001  |  1 Comment

There is one little thing about our society that has had me perplexed for a few years now. What continues to baffle me is how come when I need to go down some narrow corridor or go through a doorway, and some female also need to use the corridor or doorway, they always say something along the lines of “I’m sorry” or “Opps” when it becomes apparent that only one of us is going to make it though at a time. Or if we both go, it will be a tight fit.

To me I just see the situation as two people who need to use that same passage at the same time. So why does this warrant the other person to feel as if they have wronged me in some way for moving though the space that I need to pass through? I know in this situation I never feel compelled to apologize to the person. I just hold up and wait my turn.

So why does this happen to me? Well, since I haven’t taken the time to consult any other individuals on this topic to determine if this is isolated to me, or a phenomenon that is happening throughout our culture, I will jump to the conclusion that this only happens to me since it fits my theory more nicely. So based on these observations, and my current evidence that this only happens to me, I have concluded the following. I must be some individual, that because of my birthright, will some day be the ruler of a great society. Except that everybody in the world knows this except for me so that my mind isn’t corrupted by dreams of power. This must be the reason why people feel guilt for delaying my course of actions by one second.

Now that I have all of you bastards figured out, come clean and explain all my birthright to me. No more need to live life like The Truman Show. Let us build an empire.

We’re Back – (Wir haben die gans!)

Posted by Sjixxxy on May 18, 2001  |  No Comments

Well it has been a while since the last update so let me tell you a story of what happened. It goes like this,

“Once upon a time, in the magical kingdom of Minnesota, there was this Duron 800 MHz PC. This PC lived a happy life until one day an evil sorcerer called the weather pattern cast a spell of lighting upon the friendly PC. The PC was nice to all and never expected anyone to to attack it in such a way, thus leaving it very vulnerable to the attack. The friendly PC was hurt deeply as the lightning spell forcefully entered into the power supply, causing capacitors to melt and explode. The evil sorcerer didn’t stop there though, his lightning spell continued through the system destroying components left and right onto finally it dissipated leaving only a floppy drive and 128 megs of pc133 RAM untouched from its carnage.

The friendly PC was very unhappy. The End.”

After getting my insurance claim done and finally rebuilding my new friendly PC, and combined with the powerful magic of my 33.6k modem connection I can resume with writing for this web site. But not right now as the thermometer in this room is breaching 80°F. I must seek shelter at this moment.