To those that attended the FREE (thanks to me) pizza dinner at Stevie B's, thanks for coming! I had a
blast, and it seemed as though everyone there enjoyed themselves. It just so happens that seven people showed
- one for each coupon that I had. I guess it was better that all of you losers that decided not to show
didn't after all. :-)
Obligatory subject change. PREPARE THYSELF for the new area code. In precisely sixty minutes, area code 478
will take effect over middle Georgia. This is a rather significant change for me - as I have lived under 912
for eighteen years and two weeks now. Of course, we will have one year in which 912 will still work, but I
recommend everyone get used to the new area codes! If anyone cares ... here you will find an
image of the area code changes in Georgia. Keep in mind that this does NOT show the
area codes in northern Georgia because they have not changed - so if you need to call someone up there, look
somewhere else!
One thing that I failed to mention about the Braves game that we attended Saturday afternoon... Michaelson and
Zachariah happened to make the big screen in centerfield. It was priceless - I WISH I had a camera ready for
it! Mike had a Burger King™ crown over his face, sleeves and pantlegs rolled up to get a tan, and Zach had his
odd looking black and white "WR" cap on ... and you could see Bethany's arm! Wow, it was neat. I felt this to
be worth sharing with you. I was on the other side of Bethany by the way - so even though I got them all free
tickets to the game, I got no recognition on the big screen. THANKS CAMERA MAN.
Sunday, July 30, 2000
The baseball game. The trip to the game was absolutely horrible, unless I was actually driving. My brother is
a complete moron. My sister was leaving about half an hour behind me, which I knew, so I told her to take my
brother to our mom's, which was no problem. He didn't know this, and mom didn't because she didn't need to
because she wasn't involved. I show up with my friends at my mom's house, ready to go, and I have to go BACK
and pick up my brother because he let my sister leave without him, expecting to ride with me! I TOLD HIM the
night before that I was leaving around 7:45 to get to my mom's, and I actually didn't leave until 8:15 because
I was waiting on him, and he was no where near ready when I finally did leave. He had me come back and pick
him up at 9:00. And when I got there, to top it off, he's out in the yard doing ... something ... I walked in
and picked up a CD, I got a drink, came back out, he STILL didn't have anything of mine put in the car, so I
drove off. The car needed gas anyway, but I didn't need to tell him that. I was running 90 minutes late
because of him, and I wasn't exactly in a good mood. I got back and he finally got in the car.
Things only went down from there. Mom decided to be pissed at the world, and since I was the one who allegedly
forgot my brother, it was my fault. She flew out of Warner Robins at blinding speeds - never a cop when the
world's angriest and therefore worst drivers are on the road. About an hour later, we pull up to a Waffle
House for breakfast, which isn't what I had in mind. I asked the crew in my car, and they said Burger King or
Hardees biscuits (just up the street) would be better, so I turned around and headed for the exit. Then they
change their minds - oh let's stay here, we don't want mom any more angry than she has to be! So I pulled into
a space to turn around again, and went back across the lot to the space I was to originally park in, and my
mom comes over and starts bitching and warns me to never do that again. "Sir yes sir! I will never park my car
in this Waffle House parking lot again! I will never take my friends to eat the breakfast they desire again!"
I didn't say that, I actually just told her good bye and hopped in my car. I was ready to go home, because I
didn't exactly feel like taking any more.
This is when peacekeeper Jenny (my sister) walks over. She says a load of unnecessary crap which didn't help
anything, had everyone but me convinced to stay at Waffle House, and then mom and the gang decide they would
rather have Burger King, so look where we're going anyway! Breakfast was good, and from there we just went to
the ballpark and watched an awesome baseball game in the blazing sun. I still have no idea why my face is as
burnt as it is. We were in the upper deck and my back was turned to the sun. My forearms got quite a bit
darker, and maybe burned at the time yesterday, but they're fine now. The game ended, Braves win 13-5 (most
runs the Braves have scored in any game I've been to, and this was the 17th). The Braves are now 5-12 when I
am at the ballpark. Last sentence, which deserves a new paragraph but due to size will not have one: After the
game, we stopped for dinner at the Ruby Tuesdays in the mall just south of Atlanta before heading home.
So who else thinks I should have just stayed home? Hmm, I guess no one cares that I haven't put up the new
pictures on my site yet. If no one cares ... maybe they just won't be put up. Do you care? Huh? Let me know!
I don't feel like putting things up for no reason. That should be it from me, so I leave you now.
Saturday, July 29, 2000
Most of you won't care at all, but this is something significant to me. If any of you are familiar with my
long-time conflicts with Marla Parker, you'll understand. I guess it started when I was an annoying little
shit in middle school, and ever since she has hated me and refused to communicate with me altogether. Somehow,
this morning (midnight this morning), I guess I said something right and we had a nice short little
conversation. Nothing exciting, nothing at all really, but it broke the ice, I would think. If you don't have
any idea what I'm talking about, don't worry about it. This kodak moment brought to you by
cr0bar (not really, but I wanted to say that).
Friday, July 28, 2000
Dan, of dan1son.net, has stated that he is not leaving his job, thereby not
leaving the computer that this site is running from, until the first Monday of August. This means that this
site should not experience downtime (i.e. server errors) for you for at least nine days, if ever at
all. I just thought I would let you know.
In the meantime, if any of you care at all, I have uploaded a screenshot of my irc
script at work. As few of you know, IRC is the shortened term for Internet Relay Chat.
mIRC is probably the most commonly used Windows IRC client/program out there,
and I wrote my own script, Crash Script, to go along with it. If you're familiar with
mIRC, this screenshot may help you decide whether or not my script is worth anything at all. Otherwise, it
shows that once upon a time I spent too much time on a computer, for one needs time to program things such as
mIRC scripts. :-)
Welp, I should start packing for my trip to Atlanta tomorrow. We've got an Atlanta Braves game to watch and
only so many hours of sleep to get! So, wish the Braves luck, and I'll be back in town before you know it!
*UPDATE* - No sooner than did I upload today's update, than did I find out that Dan was called into an
unexpected meeting today, when he decided that it was his best opportunity to make his exit. I'm not going to
delve into the issue, but the site is going down sometime between right now and the time we had originally
planned, but it is out of Dan's hands. Let's hope Phil (aka Phil) can get
penix.net under his wing quickly and easily, so the worst we experience is a few
hours of down time. Thanks for understanding. :-)
Thursday, July 27, 2000
To all of my faithful viewers, a bit of news for you all. My friend Dan, of
dan1son.net, who owns the computer that hosts
penix.net and other sites alike, is getting a new job, meaning the computer this
site is run from will likely be wiped of all it's website data. However,
penix.net and all of it's accompanying sites (this one included) are being moved
to Phil's computer, wherever that is. So Dan, thanks for hosting it while you
did. Nick, thanks for the subdomain. Phil, thanks for picking up the site! Viewers, it shouldn't be down for
too long... So be patient!
Tuesday, July 25, 2000
Nothing major to report today. I think I said it all yesterday. :-) I rearranged this page a little bit, and
I have forgotten how to explain the seemingly random configuration of letters and symbols on nearly every page
of this site. Sorry. I think I'll remove it soon to eliminate any confusion (yeah, like that will eliminate
the confusion). I did do one constructive thing today. I got a new picture of Amy for
all of you to feast your eyes upon! Druel, guys, druel.
Monday, July 24, 2000
I have come to many realizations over the past forty-eight hours. Megan, for some reasons I can still not
entirely comprehend (although I realize I pissed her off real good I'm sure), still refuses to associate
herself with me. Emily, for reasons I understand but do not support or agree with in any fashion, feels the
same as Megan, only more strongly. Two of the most important female figures in my life over the past year, and
both refuses to speak to me. Ah, tragedy... I've mourned, I've suffered, I've tried getting them back - but to
no avail. Either I'm doing something wrong or they just don't care. I have decided, though, that I am at a
critical point in my life, a point in which I am forced to move on in many more ways than I am comfortable
with, and this includes letting go of many loved ones. So, I'll take this time and the space here to wish them
both my farewell and best wishes, for neither will give me the time of day to say anything directly to them.
Megan, Emily, I'll miss you both, and I hope your friendship lasts for a lifetime.
I hope you don't think I'm done. I've also come to realize that the Propellerheads produce an uberleet quality
of music - far to great to be so difficult to find. The only Propellerheads tracks I can find on compact disc
anywhere is on the Matrix soundtrack (shortened for the movie) and David Arnold's James Bond tribute album,
"Shaken and Stirred." While I'm on the topic of music, I have come to realize that Moby is awesome, and I am
ashamed that I only have one track of his at my disposal: the title "Flower" from the recent movie "Gone in 60
Seconds."
And for your daily dose of Bee Ess, try this on for size. Macon State has
decided to charge me $6600 for dorm-living and other brutally excessive and unneccessary items. I live less
than twenty miles from the campus, so there's no way I'm living on campus, which I have explained to my
correspondents at Macon State on more than one occasion. Including all of my financial aid this year, I
*should* owe exactly $0.00 - I owe nothing, I get nothing in return - I break even exactly. So what's up with
this $6600 bill? As the world turns... the page flips... the ball rolls... and life goes on. And I am not
parting with $6600.
Ok, I think I'm through coming to realizations for a little while. I have one more to share with the world,
but this is neither the time nor the place (though this could potentially be the place, in time). It wouldn't
be right. Yes, no, yes, yes, no. Insert obligatory stupid response here, Nick.
Last but not least, a few changes around here. I have cleaned up the literature page a
bit, giving each piece it's own .htm recognition. I have also added a friend's web page to the
list o' links, a page that should have been there LONG ago. Everyone say hello to my
good friend from St. Louis, Dan1son (or Dan or Danny or Dan Dan). That's
"Dan the one son of his father" - he has several sisters.
Sunday, July 23, 2000
I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify our
species and I realized that we are not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a
natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment. But we humans do not. We move to an area, and we
multiply and multiply, until every natural resource is consumed. The only way we can survive is to spread to
another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is?
A virus. Human beings are a disease. A cancer of this planet. We are a plague. And now I'm supposed to reveal
the cure... But what is our cure? The only cure for what we have begun is our own self-destruction, which has
in fact begun, though it will not be complete for many, many generations to come. You and I will not be alive
to see it, hopefully, but humans are well on their way down a one-way track to their own demise. Most of us
know it, most of us want to do something about it, but no one does. Not only have we doomed the human race on
earth, but we are destroying other lifeforms as well. I, for one, believe that this is all part of the science
of natural order and selection, and that our physical and psychological advancements over the thousands of
years is nature's way of moving on to the next dominant species. Our time has reached its peak, and soon (in
terms of evolution) our planet will began setting up the path for the next - most likely plants of some sort,
with the abundance of carbon dioxide in the air. Oh well, all great things come to an end. And though it has
never really been said, the not-so-great things come to their ends too...
Saturday, July 22, 2000
About what I said about bowling yesterday, forget all that. I'm going, and a crowd of others is going. If you
want to go too, the more the better! For those of you who know about dinner at my mom's and are interested in
attending, give me a call and I'll let you know the details. Only a certain ammount of persons can attend, due
to lack of seating arrangements and the fact that sixteen people was too much last time. I guess this is all.
For those that know my number, call me at home (I'm in the phone book if worse comes to worst). If you can't
get me or my dad, page me. If you don't have the pager number, call Zach, as he basically lives with my family
anyway and knows just as much about it as I do. Final words - we should arrive at my mom's at the latest by
6:00pm, but let's make sure it's going down first. CALL me. Or call Zach. Bleem.
Friday, July 21, 2000
I have decided two things. One, I need a gimmick for my web page to attract outside attention (ie, besides
friends and family). James Bond could do it, but that's tiny. I need something comedic, something rare,
something very few other, if any, sites have. Any ideas? Two, I have brought back
mccord.cjb.net and jpmccord.cjb.net
for your convenience (if that's convenient...).
As far as I know, someone will be bowling tomorrow night, though I've heard nothing about it, so at this point
I'm not sure I'm even going. One thing is for sure - dinner with my mom and me is off. :-) Anyone who thinks
they're invited, think again, because I won't be there and my mom won't be there. Have fun anyway! Oh, I have
a great idea - GO WATCH GREASE! (right Bailee?) This is not a suggestion, this is an order... or something.
Thursday, July 20, 2000
In case you still haven't seen it, the before & after shot of my license picture is
still available (as it will always be) to be viewed, just click back there some where. And the quote below...
hmm... just taken out of context because I figured the message could be really wrong if taken the wrong way.
So there it is, for all of you to take any way you please. :-)
Wednesday, July 19, 2000
Since I'm in Atlanta today, I'm only leading you with a quote. This is what Bailee had to say about my
before and after shot of my driver's license (Before = August 1997 picture ... After
= July 2000 picture). The quote was on the front page, in case you didn't see it.
Tuesday, July 18, 2000
I'm 18, and I've had a great day. Nothing extremely exciting happened, although I had an interesting time with
Bailee and Bethany (not at the same time, and no boys, not that interesting). Bailee and I enjoyed a
nice meal with the lovely Kyla Embrey as our server... and later Bethany came over to bitch to me about Zach
being late. Heheh, Zach's in trouble. She'll probably give him a good spanking. Err, I didn't say that.
Among activities I have partaken in today, I updated the picture of myself on my license. And let me tell you,
it is MUCH better now than it had been for the past three years. Here, check out a before
& after shot - don't mind the black bars, I'm merely covering my address from the psychos that allegedly
exist. If they wanted me, they'd get me anyway, so covering up the numbers was really only to please my dad.
Also, I [tentatively] plan to scan and upload more pictures of me and all others I have this week, so keep
watching for them! Bowling this weekend? This shall be my last weekend of bowling for a short while, so ...
come out and see me!
That's all for today. I hope my birthday was as exciting for you as it was for me. If anyone remembers Tina
Rutley, I had a nice long chat with her this morning. I just thought I'd share that bit of information. Stay
tuned for more as the story develops...
Monday, July 17, 2000
I turn 18 in about 10 minutes, though I actually won't reach the age until around 6:00pm tomorrow (5:57pm to
be exact). I think I might register (blah) and/or get my class C driver's license (curfew? can you say curfew?
not that I ever had one anyway, but can you say good-bye to curfew? hahaha). Man, I miss Emily. I mean, I
really miss her. Never in my life had I ever felt so horrible as I did the few days after I broke up with her.
It's like I knew almost instantly that it was a mistake, and I've felt some bit of bad for it since it
happened. Not regret, just a little bitter feeling. I'll be fine, honest.
Well, I think it's about time I unleashed a new set of pictures for you all to feast your eyes upon. Watch
this site closely over the next few days, and if many more don't appear rather promptly,
email me and get pushy! In the mean time, view my slightly remodeled
pictures page and click on the new stuff. You just might enjoy yourself! Take note, also,
that I've moved the links to my friends' web pages to the links page, where they belong.
Happy HTTP'ing!
Thursday, July 13, 2000
Everyone wish Zach's mom a happy birthday, and remember mine is in a short five days! Nothing more for today -
I'm tired.
Tuesday, July 11, 2000
I have nothing to say today. I'm sorting many of my thoughts (even the pointless ones), and in the process I
have noticed that I have nothing interesting or entertaining to share with you right now. Well, I do like the
commercial I just saw... A dad paying his teenage son to leave the computer. Man, if my dad paid me to leave
the computer alone, I'd never be here!
Tonight, the All-Star game will be played in Atlanta. I root for the National League, as I always have, simply
because the Braves are my home team, and the National League is their league. Not only that, but tonight the
game is played in Atlanta for only the second time, the first in this stadium. Most of you reading this
probably are not as involved in baseball as I am and will not care about all this as much, but I absolutely
love it. Okay, I'm done ranting about baseball. Watch the game tonight around 8:00...
And by the way, I turn 18 in a week...
Monday, July 10, 2000
For those of you who haven't scene the new super-parody film, Scary Movie, let me be the first to warn
you - it pushes the limits of the R rating. I actually don't understand why it wasn't given a Mature rating.
I heard the warning before I saw the film, "Blood is the second most seen bodily fluid on screen." Little did
I know... So, if you're brave enough, watch the movie! If not, I hear that movie about leaving in a minute or
so is pretty good...
Also, be aware that the second Tuesday in July every year is the day of one of the most exciting days in
sports, the day of the Major League Baseball All-Star Game. This year the 71st All-Star Game is being played
just up the road in Atlanta - a game I *could* be attending, if I hadn't decided to save a little cash. It
actually works out better for me this way. With the many injuries of many of my favorite players, I'd rather
watch the game from my comfortable home - we get all the better angles on TV anyway! So, don't expect to see
me around town the next couple of nights, as I will be glued to my TV screen (which is extremely rare) for
hours on end.
Saturday, July 8, 2000
"Tot homines, quot sententiae" runs the Latin proverb - there are as many opinions as there are people.
We know this to be true, and part of the joy of discussing culture (in its full range, from opera to Oprah)
lies in disagreement. Literary criticism of the last few decades is based upon the liberation of the text from
any one true reading - even what the author intended, while interesting, should not be the limit of our
understanding of the text.
This is all fine and postmodernly dandy, so why is it so annoying when a friend sees the same movie in a
completely different way? Unless we're being seriously academic, we can't separate our views of a film, say,
from our emotions. If we were genuinely moved, and a close friend wasn't, then their hard-heartedness makes us
question our own temperament ('did I just fall for the mawkish sentimentality?'), or theirs ('how could they
not find that affecting and touching?').
We experience powerful emotions much more frequently through art than we do in real life - I've empathized
with many more traumatic break-ups and reconciliations in movies and on tv than I've been through, and I've
never been a Loyalist terrorist in Belfast, but Resurrection Man gives some insight into the bleak experience.
But the way we react to these fictional events is based on our response to the real thing. So our view of a
film feels more important than the reality of it just being one suggested reading. Rather than rationally
dissecting the film, deciding how good it is, and then being moved to that measured degree, our reaction works
the other way round. We feel where the film takes us, maybe noticing artful details along the way, and only
afterwards come up with apparently rational reasons for how we've been affected - emotion recollected in
tranquillity, so to speak.
Serious film studies in an academic framework are different, but when it comes to household discussions, or
film debates over lunchtime sandwiches, people are actually giving a great deal of personal information along
with their reviews. They're telling you how they see the world and what moves them. When you meet someone who
is destined to be a close friend, valuable early moments often revolve around shared experiences and shared
opinions - "you've read that book too, it's great isn't it?" So when someone you like tells you they hate your
favorite show, or slams a movie you've gushed over, you're shaken. You're not necessarily telling the world in
absolute terms that it's categorically a good film (the league table theory of artistic endeavor is beset with
problems), but you are looking for some fellow-feeling over something that may have moved you deeply. You
might be tempted to keep quiet the next time, or give a safer view, based on consensus. But you might as well
have the courage of your convictions, and argue your corner acknowledging that the differences between friends
are at least as important as the similarities.
Except when it comes to views about Titanic.
Friday, July 7, 2000
What do you want to hear about today? I've got some boring, yet sad, news for you all. Come August 1, I am
losing something I've had my whole life, something I've taken for granted, something that just made life
easier for me and most of the people around me. It's nothing major, and it's not going away completely, but
due to overpopulation, it is being reduced - and it's being taken away from me! *snif* OH HELP ME GET THROUGH!
What am I going to do without my familiar nine-one-two area code?! *sob* I guess I'll have to deal with the
new guy, four-seven-eight. It will never be as dear to me as nine-one-two, but none ever will. I'll miss you
nine-one-two!
Also, take note of my new quote down there. It's not every day someone spurts out a double negative; a triple
negative would drive an English teacher nuts; a quadruple negative is just unheard of... but a quintuple
negative?! This is quite possibly the first has ever know! (not to mention me being the first person to ever
talk to an area code...)
Thursday, July 6, 2000
My birthday is still coming up. I shall be 18 years young in exactly 12 days, 7 hours, 39 minutes (according
to the clock on this computer screen). For those of you who can't do the math, that means you have until
5:57pm on the Tuesday afternoon of July 18th to get me something wonderful! I don't ask for much, just a 1967
Shelby Mustang GT500, as seen above. Or to see and talk and laugh with my friends again, such as anyone I have
not seen or laughed or talked to/with in a while (hmmm, Scott? Emily? Jane-Marie?). Okay, well, I couldn't
think of anything better to put here... I guess that happens when you keep a web page for ten months straight
- all the good stuff must have already been used. Ahh, phone's ringing!
Tuesday, July 4, 2000
Not much to report... except that Eleanor is beautiful, and I've added quite a bit more to my
James Bond page. Enjoy! And don't forget the roots of this holiday...
Monday, July 3, 2000
Whoa... big update today. Check out the new and improved James Bond web site I've
just added to the site. Quite impressive, in comparison to the local stuff I've got lying around here. Nothing
like a superhero British Secret Agent to liven up a web page! I've got info on movies, games, and ALL FIVE
(not just two, but five) Bames Jond storied on here. Yes, that includes the previously unknown-to-you prequels
to the two masterpieces already on here. The reason? I never felt like putting them up before... and I do now.
Thanks for playing!
Saturday, July 1, 2000
*Ahem* My birthday is coming up. July 18. WRITE IT DOWN. Buy me something nice (or better yet, just give me
money!). I'll love you always. :-) I love this month... I never have school and I always get something out of
it because of my birthday. Hmm, turning 18... CRAP! That means I have work to do! Renewing my license...
registering to vote... registering for classes... Oh well, such is life - work after work after work, with a
little relaxation on the side, but mostly work.
We went bowling tonight, and Farinelli was awesome, and I was horrible. I met some really cool people, friends
of Katie, who I plan to see more of in the future. Katie's brother and I get along really well, and Katie's
(new?) neighbors, Sara and her older brothers, got on my good side in a hurry. So, I felt like sharing that. I
have nothing else to share. Sorry. I know you're devastated. Come back soon!
