Quick Rundown of the Weekend.

1) Jesus Christ.
1a) 12th floor hotel room.
2) Jesus Christ, Michelle Trachtenburg
3) Avocado Sandwiches

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1) Friday night, I went and saw the touring production of “Jesus Christ, Superstar”. It was *very* good. Judas was awesome. He needs to dance a little more, and eat less sandwiches.

It was modernized.

The Pharisee were neat. There was a big evil white guy, and a tiny little black guy. Pure evil.

The Roman guards were all SWATastic. They were lead by a seminazi Pilot. He counted a lot, and Jesus got whipped.

Pilot SAID he didn’t enjoy it at all. I think he was lying.

The noble sect of Jews were characterized by Stock traders. Complete with ticker boards that came down and showed the standings of “HotJobs, Viagra, American Air” and a bunch of other things. I’m not sure, but I think they were making a “Jews control the world and money” statement.

They sang. They danced. Jesus died.

1a) Then we went back to the hotel room my folks provided us. VERY luxurious. It had a wet room. A glass shower enclosure. I could have moved a bed in and slept under the rain-like hot water.

2) Saturday night, we went and saw Eurotrip. Sweet lord almighty, Michelle Trachtenburn is luckily of legal age now. So pretty.

3) Avocado Sandwiches
- Handful of Fake Parmesan (Heaping)
- Half cup margarine.
- 6 Large slices of whole wheat bread
- 1 Avocado
- 1/2 Peeled white Onion
- 1 Large Tomato
- Sprouts Sprouts SPROUTS
- 4 T Fake Mayo
- 2 T Real Dijon Mustard

In a food processor, combine the cheese and Margarine into a paste. Spread it on one side of each slice of bread. Then toast the bread on a skillet, or in a frying pan.

Slice the onion into rings. Slice the tomato into tomato slices. Cut the avocado in half, right in the middle of the fat end, so you can pull out the pit.

It will likely slip out of your hand and skitter across the floor. This will spook the cat who will bat it, and then run off with it, into the living room.

Look helpless at your avocadofull hands. Damn cat.

Slice the avocado into thin slices. I use a food processor for this. You just stick the food in the chute, and BRRRRRRRRRP. It’s processed.

Welcome to SandwichMUD. You are in a kitchen.
&gt get mayo
You have the Mayonaise.
&gt get dijon
You have the Dijon Mustard.
&gt use mayo
I don’t know how to do that.
&gt use dijon
I don’t know how to do that.
&gt combine mayo and dijon
You have made Dijonaise.
&gt get cheesetoast
You have a slice of Cheese Toast.
&gt combine dijonaise and cheesetoast
Ok.
&gt use tomato
You have added tomato.
&gt use onion
You have added onion.
&gt use avocado
You have added avocado.
&gt use sprouts
You have added sprouts.
&gt get cheesetoast
You have a slice of Cheese Toast.
&gt combine dijonaise and cheesetoast
Ok.
&gt make sandwhich
I don’t know how to do that.
&gt make sandwich
You have an Avocado Sandwich.
You have gained 10 Experience points.
&gt

Approximately twenty-four hours ago I was sitting on the toilet, attempting to operate the roll of toilet paper.

In starting the roll, it got a rip in it, which made half of the two-ply, speed ahead of the other half on the roll.

While correcting this, I ended up wasting a lot of toilet paper.

I was forced to think about this, this evening, as I grabed the last three squares off the roll.

Ladies and Gentlemen: The cosmos will catch up with you.

An AMAZING thing happened yesterday. Ok…let me back up.

The internet sucks balls.

The whole idea of the internet is rapid communication to ANYWHERE on the globe. COMMUNITY BUILDING with people all around the world, so you get to feel like the world really is some terribly small place, and we all can understand the human condition a bit better.

Awwwwww.

I could throw half a dozen more buzzwords at you. Instead I will tell you, the Internet sucks balls.

I’ve spent the last decade talking to people on the internet. From my early days of MUSHing to my current days of IrcOPing a node on an IRC network. I talk to people in text format a LOT.

It sucks balls.

I’ve spent all this time, talking to people and building this whole online community. Yet… I don’t know anyone in my own town. I couldn’t tell you who my neighbors are. I know their names, but I don’t know them. I don’t go out. I don’t leave my house.

I’m not even talking good balls. It’s sucking balls in this akward way, where you think you might offend the internet if you ask it to stop.

I was recently in one of these internet communities, when someone asked…”Are you…THE Sean McBride?”

“What what? YES! That’s me!”

This someone sends me an email and tells me that she’s from the old BBS we all used to frequent here in Spokane, and that there’s this webpage where a few of them are posting messages back and forth.

Things get set in motion… I go out to a bar last weekend, and it’s like I’m back in time. People I haven’t seen in forever with funny names like Battlecry, Stormer, Chamelion, Trig, Cowan, and Destiny.

The first thing I hear, when I walk in… “Holy Shit, It’s Sean McBride.” I get refered to by my full name a lot in this crowd. On the BBSes of 509, I only had one handle… I went by Lazarus for a while. After that, I was “Sean McBride”.

After this night out in the bars, I got really jazzed about the whole thing. I sent a bunch of emails and set up an IRC channel. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, more and more people are emailing other people telling them about this BBS forum.

This all reached a head last night, when about 10 of us telnetted into the old BBS. Then EVERYONE started coming out of the woodwork!

There are plans for a GTG later in the week, and plans for a camping trip later in the year… and … and… and…

What I took away from last night is this: Sometimes you really can go home again.

This is Entry 301. The first entry was, aside from being entry #1, posted on Aug 8, 2000.

At that point, insubordinate.net was 8 months old. As of the superbowl this weekend, it turned 4. For it’s birthday, it got a machine that can run SpamAss and MT at the same time, and actually get things done in short order.

This concludes entry 301.