this is another long one, as ive been so fucking busy that i havent been able to post for a while. hopefully, thats all over and i can go back to regular postings. this post is best enjoyed with a fifth of appleton estate and a hit of lotus ice.
late night phonecalls
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as most of you / some of you / a few of you know, i dont really mind getting phonecalls late at night. people who are upset, people whove got something on their mind, people who just want to talk. hell, ive even had someone call me on a drunken stupor to tell me that they weren’t coming to work next week. and thats cool — i dont have a problem with it.
it should be noted, however, that this policy applies only to people i’m cool with, people i’m friends with, or people i know. so if, for example, lauren, or james, or laura, or jason, or sean called, thats no big deal, but total strangers and wrong numbers in the middle of the night are no good.
so its about 5:30 this morning, and my phone rings. keep in mind that this is MY phone, and i have the ONLY extension in the house in the basement [which serves as my room]. a somewhat angry sounding guy is on the other end.
jenks: “hello?”
guy: “did someone just call me from this number?”
j: “excuse me?”
g: “someone just called me from this number.”
j: “sir, i think you may have the wrong number.”
he got indignant here, and it pissed me off a little.
g: “someone just called me from this number, im sure of it.”
j: “i can assure noone called you from this number.”
g: “no, you’re wrong. someone just called me from this number.”
j: “look, asshole. noone fucking called you from this number. i am the only person with access to this phone, it’s 5:30 in the fucking morning, and in case you didn’t notice, you fucking woke me up. NOONE fucking called you from this number.”
and then i hung up, and went back to bed.
someone thinks theyre going to tell me that i’m wrong when they dont know what the fuck they’re talking about? BULLSHIT.
edumication
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so im taking 4 classes this semester. and ive been catching a lot of flack from people who know that i dont do much homework. you know who you are. and you know what i have to say to you?
BAAAAAAA!
i have a class that i have a solid B in, and you know what? i havent done a SINGLE ASSIGNMENT ALL SEMESTER. not a one. so all you naysayers, raspberries! know what makes things better? ive got a b, i havent done any homework, and i can count the number of classes ive attended on two hands. and theres half the class FAILING… 
seriously, though. it looks like a semester of all b’s, save for one (which is probably an a.)
but this teacher (in my programming class) gave our class a 22 point curve. a 100 point test got a 22 point curve.
fuckin nice.
music and stuff
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if, by chance, youre looking for my updated show list, it can currently be found at db.etree.org. as it stands now, i havent updated the show list on gotjenkins for probably a few weeks now, but ill be converting it and updating it soon.
the new pink floyd cd comes out this week… its a greatest hits compilation, so i probably have most of it already on other cd’s (since i have ALL the pink floyd cd’s), but its a 2 disc set for 13 bucks, and it includes a few unreleased tracks, so, count me in.
dmb is talking about hitting the studio again in feb.. ‘02. good shit. no producer, chances are, so it looks like we might be getting some official lillywhite sessions here. except, no lillywhite.
noteworthy stuff ive picked up:
dmb – live in chicago.
tenacious d – self titled.
john mayer – room for squares.
pat mcgee band – revere.
lynyrd skynyrd – gold and platinum.
tim reynolds – see into your soul.
tim reynolds – nomadic wavelengths.
bob dylan – love and theft.
but thats probably it… moneys about to get REAL tight – see below.
yet another new ride
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so, dad totalled his lincoln this weekend. rear-ended some college kid. college kid’s car had a few scratches, but dad FUCKED UP his lincoln.
hes talking about getting some big monster fuckin GMC truck that gets about 8 miles per gallon…
so, 8 miles per gallon…. 5 if he’s pulling the boat… he should be able to just WATCH the needle drop while he’s driving.
my car? doing great. loving it. raced mr. buckley the other day.
met the boss
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so, ive worked at my place of business for about 5 years now, and i can honestly say that i’ve never met our director. not once. even though ive been generating half a million in revenue a year for him for the last few years.
so im working at the slowest of all our businesses last saturday, and im in the “office” (its actually much more like a closet) doing some paperwork, and he comes in looking for my sister (i find it odd that he knows my little sister and not me, but whatever).
he comes in the office and asks if she’s here, and i tell him no. he asks my name, and i tell him. he says “yeah, i thought thats who you were — i just met your mom.”
“oh yeah? where at?”
he holds up his hand, which is bandaged and gauzed together.
“the ER. i was swimming laps this morning when i busted my hand open on the sauna door.”
“oh, im sorry to hear that.”
“its okay. i can go on safari for three weeks, and not have a scratch, but i go to the Y and i break my hand.”
“well, how did you know that i was my mothers son?”
“you look just like her.”
“ahh.”
“i actually have seen you around for a while now, but i never had the chance to get to know you. your mother said you’re an IS major?”
“yeah, thats right.”
“well, why dont you apply for the IS department here? i dont know what they have open right now, but im sure i can help you out.”
“alright, ill do that.. thanks for your help.”
and then he walked away to talk to our sandwich person.
*shrug*
and thats all i have to say about that.