Rambo Tan is Born

Alright, I've officially moved house. From now on, I'll be posting at http://www.rambotan.com. If you guys would be so kind as to update your links, feeds and whatnot, I'd be much obliged.

I know, right now it still looks a little like a newly renovated toilet. It's sort of like an apartment with only one couch and a mattress on the floor, but hey, it'll do for now, I figure. I'm trying to get the feeds up and running and all, and that'll take a bit of doing, I'm sure, but I figure I'm up to it.

Like I said, though, anyone who wants to help would be muchly appreci-ma-cated.

Later folks.

A Filler Post.

I know this place has been quiet of late, but I've gotten a new domain registered and want to get it up and running before I let everyone in. Right now the new site is an ugly shade of greenish brown, and has ugly big fonts and no content, so I want to tidy up my shit before letting anyone in, if you catch my drift.

As soon as I get everything nice and sparkly though, I'll let you all know where the site is; hopefully that'll be by this weekend, but hey, I have to earn a living AND go out and get wasted from time to time, too, you know.

Thanks for bearing with me, y'all. You guys are the bestest.

Late, Late, Late!

So, for all intents and purposes, you can say that I sort of have a job for the next couple of days. As usual, I am evasive and vague about the nature of said job, because, in reality, I am a fucking bum. If someone wants to give me money to do shit, please, by all means, give me a call. As long as it's fairly good money for fairly little work, I'd be happy to oblige. What to do? I am, at heart, a bum.

Anyway, going to work every morning involves, well, the same routine that everyone else has to go through - waking up at a semi-decent hour, putting on semi-decent clothes (no more wearing shorts and singlet all day long, even though I may be a kopitiam ah-pek in training, I now have to model the latest in fish-monger fashion in my free time... KANINAHIA), maybe even combing my hair (ok, actually no need to comb, since I cleverly cut it all off...SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!).

Today, the second day of going to work, I rolled out of bed at 10 and realized, 'fuck, I'm late as all fuck.'

The second day of work, and I'm already late as fuck.

How the hell am I ever going to make a decent living?

Eh it's Saturday You Know

So, today I was chatting with Adrian, and we were comparing our geeky, geeky pasts - the number of message boards we've chatted on, the number of stupid-ass things we've done on the internet, the way we'd meet people of irc and whatnot, and I realized, man, this internet thing, it really sucks up your time. Blogging is kind of like hanging out on irc too long, except, for once, there are actually real people reading what I write, instead of saying, 'KNN SHUT UP PLS OR I WILL KICK AND BAN."

This, however, doesn't make it any better. There's a great sense of community on the internet, but that doesn't mean that it should take over the real world. I have to keep reminding myself of this, lest I end up like my first-year roommate, who was a mysterious french mack-daddy on the sims, but didn't do quite as well at frat parties.

I figure, therefore, that it's about time I got out and about on the town. Those of you who know me should give me a call. Don't spend your weekend in front of the internet - chatting on msn isn't really socializing, you know.

Peace.

Deleters are the Lowest Form of Scum

what type of fucker could have deleted such a pretty pink page?

So now the news is all over. Wendy's blog kena hacked. Most of the blogging community has already said that this is not cool, but then, the magnitude of the un-coolness of this act is so mind-numbingly huge that I just have to say it again.

I don't care if you hate people. I don't care if you think they're assholes. I don't care if you're mortally offended by what they write; there are better ways at getting to someone than deleting their blog entries.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who wrote her life into a little book, then gave it to someone she was seeing. When things didn't work out, she wanted the life that she wrote back, but he'd thrown it away, so she decided that this time, she'd write her life on something she thought would last, something she thought nobody could throw away. Then one day some fucker decided to piss all over that just because he or she didn't like this girl. She might not be the nicest of girls all the time, and she might not be the most gracious, hell, she might even from time to time be a bit of a bitch, but that doesn't warrant someone trying to desecrate something so personal.

You have to imagine what this fucker was doing. He or she, after getting the password to this account, had to click on the posts one by one, click on the delete button, and then watch each post go down the drain. Three years of writing don't go down in a single click; there must have been a wealth of malice, spite, and relentlessness going into this. Whoever you are, I hope they catch you. I hope your nehnehs fall off and your eyeballs close and your cheeks bulge and your hair all drops off and your nose sinks in and hairs grow on it so you'll look like the arseface that you are. I hope people lock you up in a cage and point at you and laugh and throw pointy things at you, you fucking scum.

As for Wendy, I know you'll bounce back, because you're cool like that.

In other news, I'm thinking of setting up a new domain instead. However, I have great difficulty:

1) Finding a good hosting solution.
2) Figuring out whether wordpress or moveable type is better for this shit
3) Installing the bloody beast.

Any tech gurus who want to help me out will get beers on me. Seriously.