i’m still alive, for those who care (both of you)
yep, i’m still around. looks like i’m the last one left at good ol’ SSI, and who knows for how much longer. my better half and i are tossing the idea of moving to the tri-cities around, mostly for schooling reasons. it would be very nice for me, though, for a few reasons:
1) great shooting locations. i mean this in the gun term and the film term. it’s very nice all year round, and perfect for shooting. both.
2) great driving conditions. the people there know how to drive! they’re courteous for the most part, and almost everyone goes the speed limit or just above. it’s such a stress reliever to drive there!
3) no one knows me. this is cool, because i only like to have a few friends at any one time, as too many simply crowds me and makes me want to be a hermit. i’m sure sean knows what i’m talking about here.
anyhow, i’m still here. not much has changed, really, since the last time i was here. i’m boring like that.
oh, i’m playing through deus ex, and that game rocks. i can’t wait for star wars: galaxies to be out so i can have even less of a life than i have now! yay!
Insub Radio redux
For you WinAmp listeners, all you have to do is click [http://insubordinate.net/insub.m3u]
Enjoy.
insub radio
For your listening pleasure, hit Ctrl-L on Winamp, or open location on your favorite MP3 player, and Aim it at [http://insubordinate.net:8000/]
Send me an email on what you want to hear.
me bad…
I’m sorry for playing with your fonts… please feel free to discipline me in the flash object below.
Save the Moths

Those [mr.moth] cats are alright. Click the link, then go check out the site. It’s hosted on the same machine as insub.
Gatorbox
So, elsewhere on the site, there was a story hidden where my prying eyes could not locate it. Rest assured, I tracked down this tale of movie industry woe. Please go read [gatorbox] by [Jason Goodowens].
See, since he didn’t tell me it was on the site, I’m not going to tell him, that I’m sending people to his IMDB entry.
What happened to baby freshmeat.org?
It turns out, freshmeat.org is currently pointing at the [memphis] story with a 0 second redirect.
Since then I’ve been flooded with mail.
I need to update that damn thing.
Badly.
Design Consistency
Yes. It has been a while, and I have a few things to add. First off, there’s a small issue of not messing around with the font tags, because there’s a certain design consistency to the site. In that regard, Mr. Tone is a big pewpy face.
Monkey boy!
What happens when I dabble with the 3 P’s (politics, primates, and photoshop).
Hello, my name is Dub-ya and I like to climb on things.
Can I have a banana? Eek-eek!
All Our Gens Are Belong To Me
I thought I would post something interesting on the weblog, since it has been a while since anyone has posted anything.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t’ think of anything truly interesting to post, so I’ll bother you with the trivial aspects of my life instead.
I finally put away [Black & White] in favor of [Tribes 2]. After spending hours and hours (and yet more hours) playing Tribes 2, I’ve come to the following conclusion:
I suck at it.
While this revelation is less than startling to those who know me, it came as a shock to myself. I had always thought that I was above average. After getting my dsl and a new system (800 mHz Thunderbird, 256 meg of ram, 32 meg Voodoo 4 4500, etc), I thought I would be a tiny god in the game… wreaking havoc with my sniper rifle, plundering bases, and running the enemy flag back to my base, receiving the undying adulation of my amazed and truly grateful team-mates.
This is just not the case.
Instead, I find that the best place for me to be, if I really want to help my team, is defending the gen room. While a lonely and thankless task, I do it with the pride (well, it beats getting voted off the server because you accidentally mortared your flag carrier just before he hit the flag stand)
(Oh yes, these are MY generators, and they are pretty, shiny, and bright! You may NOT mar them with your wanton use of plasma rifles, or I will be forced to shove these flare grenades up your arse!).