Wednesday, March 05, 2003

Tearry Eyed Goodbye

I've finally made my site look almost the same as this as I can. There are minor differences, but I suspect those are caused by the different blogging software. And now, on to some other things that I've got planned.

So here it is, my site.

WWW.JUNHAM.COM is now officially open!

I won't be updating this site anymore. I guess it will stay as an archive of past things, although all the entries has been transferred over to After all, it's free!

Now, if I can only figure out how to import the yaccs comments....

Tuesday, March 04, 2003

Fare Thee Well

My blog at my site pretty much works now, although I'm not yet through fiddling with it, since I'm not happy with the look. And I do need to do other stuff, like tranferring my image files over and such. I think just like the current blog, I do need to crash and burn a few times and reload everything a couple of times before I start getting the hang of it. Damn css.

And I'm beginning to scare myself. I mean, I downloaded MT for crying out loud. And when I got my cable modem, I found myself downloading and watching ANIME, instead of downloading only porn. Grrrrrrrr. I beginning to act more and more like a geek.

So this is my living will. If I ever even mention about a linux install, please, please, shoot me. If it ever comes to pass, I would already be good as dead, my life would be over. So you would be doing me a favor. Please.

Monday, March 03, 2003

Best Medicine

I mentioned before that part of my job duties involve being a pseudo-foreman for a construction project. So today, I was visiting the office of our engineering consultant, towards like 5PM. And in the same building, there's apparently a ballet a school, since I saw alot of little tiny girls in ballet tights.

And then today, I saw this one girl, who about came up to my thighs. And oh boy, was she a definition of roly-poly. I mean she looked like she had swallowed a small beach ball. AND wearing the ballet tights. Some people should NOT be wearing tights, or allowing their kids to wear tights.

But still, it was very funny. I haven't laughed like that in several months.

Sunday, March 02, 2003

Children Of The Mind

When I was a kid, I always assumed that I would get married, have 1.6 children, a house with a backyard, a chest full of marital I always thought I would have kids. Then I went to some foreign shore last year, and stayed with my cousin for a few days, who has two little boys. It's an understatement when I say that my whole worldview has changed from my experience with those two monsters. OHMYGOD. I had fight an urge every minute to knock some sense into those two dumbasses. Maybe not all kids are like them, but I really don't want to take that chance, you know.

And come to think of it, say I have a son. And when he's 15, say I find a stack of porno magazines in his room. What the fuck am I gonna say to him, since everyone knows full well that my first porno was viewed when I was in grade school? I don't really like being a fucking hypocrite, you know. And if I have a daughter, what if she brings a boyfriend home who is the exact same fucking bastard that I am? And you KNOW any of my kids would have a raging sex drive. Man, I shudder to think what kind of monsters I would rear.

All this is a moot point, anyways. I need a chick to have kids, and I haven't had a chick in over 5 years. So I think I'm safe for the forseeable future.

Saturday, March 01, 2003

As The Jun Turns

I know I haven't been updating this as regularly as before. And it doesn't mean that I lost interest. In fact, I have even more interest that before. That's why I haven't been updating, busy coming up with plans. There's gonna be a few changes around here. Some of them are still secret, but one thing I can reveal: I've recently acquired the domain names and Naturally. I've already set up hosting and blogging software on and will fiddle with it over the weekend. The plan is to move the blog over to and export all my old blogs to there, although I haven't yet decided on whether or not I should update this as well. Well, for now, will just update both with the same things at the same time, then finally put the moose and forwarding links here, and make this my "emergency" blog.

Anyways, gotta run again, but everyone will see me more often soon, hopefully. In any case, I won't be any good to anyone in the next few weeks, since I will be in a very foul mood, tearing my hair out, trying to get the new blog to work the way I want it to work. I think a lot of cursing, kicking, and threatening immediate injury will be involved. We'll see.

Wednesday, February 26, 2003

Bitch School

Although I may not be a geek, I am fairly fond of technology. I have used computers since the Apple II and TRS-80 days and loved every minute of it. I also have carried cell phones from the days when a cell phone was as big as an attaché case and weighed like 25 pounds. And we marveled at the technology, how I can make a phone call from anywhere if I lugged that briefcase around.

I now have a Nokia 3360. It’s about as long as my finger. And I loathe it. I guess during the early days of cell phones, it was unusual enough that I felt like a rebel. And even if I’m in my 60s, I would still be a rebel. But now, I’m fucking embarrassed of the thing, I used to always hide the fact that I had a cell phone. Hid it in my pocket, under my shirt, left it in my car, etc. I guess it’s a freedom issue for me, since I view my phone as bondage to my work. If it was an ideal world, then I would only use my phone when I’m going out drinking with my buddies.

But now I’m at a kind of job where my cell phone is essential. At least their paying the airtime charges on my phone. The thing is, the years of partying have turned my brain into mush, so I keep leaving my phone behind. At least I’m alert enough to go back for it after a few minutes. But that embarrasses me more than the cell phone. So I’ve taken to carrying my phone around my neck on a lanyard, like a little kid with his lunch money. Ok so that’s embarrassing too.

Man. I can’t wait until the day I can ditch the fucking phone. But until that day, brain tumor, here I come!

Tuesday, February 25, 2003

Toni Basil Blues

There's this chick I've known for a while, about 9 months, I would guess, and we've been talking alot recently. And I'm starting to really like her. I wait everyday, longing to talk to her, and I'm genuinely happy if I DO get a chance to talk. It has become that our conversations have become the high point of my day. But since it's ME who we're talking about it, there are of course a few very large obstacles in the way. Especially there is ONE obstacle that I'm not sure if it can be overcome or not. But you know what, even if that obstacle gets in our way, it's ok with me. I just enjoy chatting with her, and if nothing more comes out of it, then I'm no worse off than I was before. And since we're friends first above anything else, and hopefully that will never change no matter what.

I am slowly learning to enjoy the moment, and not worry about the future until I have to. For now, every moment is precious, and I shall savor it.

Sunday, February 16, 2003

No Rest For The Wicked

I used to hate getting my hair cut. I guess that's why I grew my hair until it reached my waist, until I cut it off last year. But I still hated getting a hair cut. Until two days ago, the day of my last haircut. I have this dreaded J-O-B now that entails me to work 12-14 hour days 6 days a week. Since I was looking a little shaggy, I went to the beauty SHOP! BARBER SHOP! Anyways, went to get my hair cut, and for like 30 minutes, I half-closed my eyes, let my mind wander off, and got totally relaxed. Of course I would never fall asleep in the chair, since I wouldn't know what I'll wake up to. In any event, when I got out of there, I felt oddly refreshed and energized. I say oddly, since after the job, I fully intend to grow my hair again, so I don't want to get used to liking getting my haircut.

On a related note, I was at a hospital waiting room, and I fell asleep so hard that they had to scream in my ear to wake me up. When I nap, I nap HARD.

Saturday, February 15, 2003

Day That Will Live In Infamy

This is my fifth Valentine's Day alone. Fifth CONSECUTIVE Valentine's Day alone. Usually, it doesn't bother me all that much more than say, Christmas. But this year, I was at the previously mentioned construction site, which faces a back of a building. And on the balcony, I saw this couple making out, for like 20 minutes, probably thinking that they got some privacy, since after all, it IS the back of a building. But the thing was, the guy took his time, good for him, but he had like no technique. Just some face pressing. If that place was accessible, I woulda smacked him upside the head, then demonstrate on his chick the proper way of kissing a girl.

But the thing that bothers me the most is that whenever I think I'm at the lowest point, fate finds a way to make it worse, like pouring salt on an open wound. I knew fate hated my guts, but apparently it REALLY hates my guts. I mean, showing a couple making out in front of me is like pouring a glass of ice water in the sand just inches away from a man dying of thirst. If I can ever meet up with this fate asshole, I'm kicking it's ass, I swear.

Monday, February 10, 2003

Hard Hat And The Scarecrow

I think I mentioned before how part of my job involves being a pseudo-foreman for a particular construction project. And I don't know if anyone has been in the construction industy, but it's HARD work. I mean, I don't do any physical labor, but even I get bone weary when I watch them work for more than 20 minutes. And it's strange, but the more I spend time out there, more I think it will impress women passing by if I whistle and make catcalls at them while grabbing my crotch.

It'll be like a compliment, you know?