the forensick archives

16.07.01 - fuck you (is this an acceptable place for that?)

So it's monday once again. Everyone get ready to have yet another lovely day, cause it's monday. I suppose i should bring you all up to speed, and, if you've been following this for the last couple of months, then you'll know where I'm coming from.
last friday (Friday the 13^th), i knew i should've either called out, or parked somewhere else, or whatever. Neil, who is in charge of both of our NJ buildings, came over. He met with Frank, who is in charge of our building (my boss' boss). So, after they did what ever the hell it was that they were gonna do, they decided to go for a walk. Outside, to the parking lot in the rear. Guess who parks there. Yep, you guessed it. Me. After a little while, i got called to Frank's office. Apparently, the moment of judgment was at hand. Neil wanted to speak to me about my "little friend". After about a half hour of me and Neil going back and forth, it was decided that he is "inappropriate for the work environment". He claims that it is not professional, and that a customer walking to the back of the building (?!!!) would see it, and, i guess, suddenly decide to go buy it's emergency, life-saving equipment elsewhere. What the fuck is that?! That's the biggest crock of shit I have ever heard in my entire life!!! Everyone was sure that he was gonna be on my side, too. Apparently, he doesn't give a shit that it's MY truck. I argued and argued, but apparently, that doesn't matter. What it came down to, is that if i don't comply, he will be forced to take "disciplinary actions" against me, which will ultimately end up with termination of my employment. What cock suckers! Of course, we all know the truth: They're afraid of blacks. They don't want a scene, so they'll give him what he wants, even if they twist it around, so it doesn't sound like they are. There's a term for something like this. It's called Reverse Discrimination. So, I figured, i'd get it in writing, and maybe, just maybe, take them to court and sue the life out of them. Why not? If they are afraid of negative publicity from the NAACP, then maybe they'd prefer a court appearance for violation of constitutional rights instead. Of course, when I asked for it in writing (afterward), Frank said of course, since he'd have to write it up anyway. So where is this elusive document? An interesting question. Maybe Frank got scared when I asked that, since they cant do this, and didn't make one, thinking i would have forgotten about it by monday. But you bet Ill ask him first thing tomorrow morning, and see what he says. Unfortunately, Neil is on vacation this week, so I'll bet you that he tries to put it of 'till he comes back, but I'm not gonna take some cheesy little stick figure (see update 30.05.01 for pic) out of my fucking window without a fight. Its the principle, man. this means more to me than my job, and, if need be, I'll just have to sue the life out of them for violation of my constitutional rights. Its sad when you have to get rich off of your company just cause they're spineless pricks. Oh well...

14.07.01

So today I went to Vintage Vinyl again, and got some cool cds, and here they are:
At the Gates/Grotesque
This is a split cd. Its a rerelease of the AtG cd 'Gardens of Grief' with a bonus album on the end, the demo for Grotesque, 'In the Embrace of Evil'. What most people dont know is that Grotesque used to be called Conquest, and grew up to be called At the Gates
Static-X
Machine [jap. +2]
This is the reason why I put off buying the cd when it was first released. I knew there would be a jap version that was better. After all, there was one for Wisconsin Death Trip, so why not this one? This album blows away the first, its so fucking cool. The bonus tracks are 'Anything But This' (i think, but it only gives the name in japanese) and 'Sweat of the Bud (live)'. Anything But This is an awesome song
Cradle of Filth
'Bitter Suites to Succubi' enhanced version, with music video. I havent got around to listening to this one yet, but im sure its good....
Iced Earth
'Horror Show' - this is a limited edition as well, it is a two cd set, the 2nd being a bonus track, and an interview with Jon Schaeffer. It comes in this wicked packaging, the layout is of a hardcover book, with a hard cover sleeve that fits over it. the two cds are in the book, and all pics/lyrics/info are on the pages between the cds.

10.07.01 - polls?

I have noticed that is becoming quite the trend to post links to all these polls for the "best fifty sites". it would appear that everyone is concerned only with "hits" and nothing more. you will notice that I am not listed in a poll for the top sites. Hell, i dont even have a hit counter on my page. in fact, i usually only check a stats program, cause other people ask me how many "hits" I get a day. Apparently quality has yet again taken a back seat to quantity, where more hits=better site. I still do not understand how so many sites out there get as many hits as they proclaim to get, without forum spamming and whining to visit their site, cause they're "cool, and get allot of hits". I could really give a fuck about how many hits your get a day. With quality comes quantity. If you have a good site, with good content, people will find you. you wont have to go looking for the one person here or there who occasionally visits the site every once in a while because he/she is bored and doesn't know what else to do...
It bothers me to find a loser in a forum who has to post his link everywhere, so that everyone eventually goes there, and then flames the bitch for the rest of the week cause he has a lame site, and posted his link everywhere. Fucking-A people, if you cant make a site thats at least as good as half the people out there, then i definitely dont want to know about it. there is entirely too many websites out there. you could browse the web for a week straight, just clicking links, and you'd never come back to where you started. And I guarantee you, more than half of those sites will suck ass. Dont believe me? then try it, I dare you....

27.06.01 - re: offensive?

So its been almost a month since the whole "I'm gonna hang a white stick figure for black racism" first started. Since I haven't posted anything about it, I'm sure that you figured that nothing has come of it. Well, you're right. The week after it all started, the d.o.t. came in, and gave us some serious shut, I'm not gonna go into it, its too long of a story for now...But anyway, We got really busy, but not really, cause its all re-work, so all the higher-ups are running around scheduling meetings all over the place, and we don't get anything done. But anyway, no one has scheduled the "special meeting", cause they're all too busy. So no one has told him to shut the fuck up, stop crying like a baby, and get a life. However, he never said anything to me again, anyway. So then, this Monday, he never shows up for work. A couple people get hopeful, cause he is a "troublemaker", and he has the worst attendance out of every single employee in the company. So then Tuesday, he doesn't show up. Everyone gets even more hopeful. Unfortunately, he shows up today. Well, what can you do. But anyway, he is on thin ice apparently, and his next "occurrence" will be his last. Funny that no one cares....
Personally, I don't give a fuck about his attendance, but I also don't care if they fire him either. It's not like he does anything, anyway...

14.06.01 - rebel scum

"Confederate Flag Starts School Flap"
This was on the front page of the newspaper today. Apparently this kid James, a junior who attends the same high school that I graduated from, wore this to school last Thursday.
Apparently this kid was threatened by several other kids, including one black who said he "should be shot for wearing that". The principal, Mrs. Grey, threatened to suspend him if he wore it again. The article is kinda funny though, cause every student the interviewed said they didn't give a shit either way. Personally, I think that once again, someone is making a big deal over nothing, but that's what you should expect from NJ. However, informed sources, (namely my brother, who graduates from the same h.s. Monday) tells me the kid is a little "fruity", if you know what I mean. I went to school with his older sister (ditzy blond slut) and let me tell you, the whole family is fucked up.
These are people that I don't want to associate with. I'm glad Im out of school. I hated having to yell at these people everyday.This kid is a fucking loser, but hey? what can I say. Some people just can't be helped.

What a fucking loser

"Due to a lack of interest in you, the light at the end of the tunnel was turned off"

31.05.01

Ahh yes, I feel much better now. Loser-boy didn't say a fucking thing to me today. My manager came back from vacation today, and I told him about it, figuring he should know, and, just like every other person in the building, they think he's talking out of his ass. Anyway, he actually did call personnel, but nothing happened. I knew all along that nothing would. You can't tell a person you don't like what they have in their truck, y'know? I mean, don't fucking look! And get yer damn hands off my windows! (p.s.-SNE, I pride myself in the fact that I have done nothing to promote any type of racism, nor have I even spoke negatively or with an attitude to him. He is digging his own grave.)
I was forced to complain about the Russian kid again today. That smelly bastard. He has worn the same exact clothes every single day this week. Same shirt. Same sweat shirt. Same nasty shorts that he made out of those nasty brown "blue" jeans. The damn kid smelled so bad, that when he handed a set of keys to my lead (manager-type person), I actually saw him cringe. Jesus Christ he smells bad!! Last Friday I got him a set of over-pressure equipment (face shield and ear protection) so that he wouldn't need to use either mine or Clarence's, and he says, "Oh, I have a set at home". I said, "Yeah, well that don't do you much good here, now does it?" and handed him the new set. Tuesday (we didn't work Monday) he uses Clarence's ear protection to functionally test a slide, and mine to over pressure another. Yesterday I hid them. So what does he do? He takes my safety glasses and uses them to over pressure another unit. (no face shield) I went up to him and said "Yo, why are you using my safety glasses? Why aren't you using your over pressure gear?" He just kind of shrugs it off, like he's saying, Like I give a fuck. So I told him he'll get in a lot of trouble if Frank (the plant manager) sees him using those, and not the proper equipment. He says, "So? He ain't here" I said "So, if he was" But he's like, "No one uses them anyway" which is total bullshit. You know damn well we use that shit. If one of those units bursts when you are over pressuring it, it's gonna be really fucking loud, and you might get hit by parts if it blows real bad. (usually if anything happens, a seam gives out, you hear this really loud screeching sound, like a whistle, and then the whole seam blows, and the unit goes flat super fast) I'm really getting tired of ratting this kid out. I fucking hate him. Starting Monday, I'm locking up my tools so he can't lose them like he always does. I'm so fucking tired of going to look for my tools when I come in every morning. If he won't put them away, then he ain't using them. Let's not forget the fact that he takes every chance he can get to screw around instead of work. (he is one of the only two in our dept. that works the 9-5 shift, so he has diff. breaks than the rest of us. During our breaks (3), he wanders the building, and pretends to look busy, when in reality he isn't doing anything at all. Other people in other depts. can attest to this.) I am also setting an Ultimatum for my lead. Either he does something about this kid's lack of cleanliness and neatness, or I'm going to go to his boss on Monday. Again. And I'm going to tell him, that if this doesn't change by that Friday, that I'm going to his boss. I am tired of this shit.

If you are reading this, then that means I finished uploading the camping section. That's right! After eleven months I finally got the ambition to lay out the section for last year's camping trip! It took me all week! I mean, I did have about three hundred pictures to sort through! There's a lot of pictures, so if you really wanna go through it, be prepared to be spending some serious time here. And a note to everyone who appears in the pictures: No, I won't remove that "embarrassing" picture of you. Deal with it.

31.05.01 - Post-High School depression?

This is a departure from the aggravated posts that I usually make, so you have been warned!
"High School Sucks". Everyone says it. It's probably true. you're trapped with about a thousand kids you hate, fifty whom you associate with cause they're there, and about 15 at most whom you'd actually stop for if they were dying in the street. You see each other everyday, always hang out, get drunk and party every Friday. What's not to like about it? What if the person you liked the most considered you one of those people whom they talk to only 'cause you're there. What then? You wouldn't know, of course, cause you're there, and talking/hanging out. What happens when you graduate? What then?
My senior year in high school was definitely a trip. I had more fun than I ever did, but the lows were lower than ever, too. It seemed as if everyone knew what they were gonna do with their life after h.s. except me. There are people I haven't seem in almost four years, and probably never will again. It's kind of an odd feeling to have. Did I make the best of the situation while it was there? Maybe I should have taken so-and-so's advice and done this instead. It's a mixture of feelings that I cannot accurately describe. Things change. Is it for the better? Am I a better person today than I was in high school? The answer to that can be taken in more than one way. I feel that I have matured a lot since high school, but does that make me any better? Just because I think differently does not mean I will do any better. I feel as if I am slipping, falling deeper and deeper away.
When you graduate from h.s., you promise your friends that you will hang out like every day, and party every Friday, but that's just not so. You can convince yourself that it will be different, you actually will keep in contact, unlike your parents who very rarely, if ever, talk to a friend from high school. But over time, that too, will slow. You'll find yourself pre-occupied with other things, college (especially if you attend in another state), your career, maybe even because of a boy/girlfriend. Eventually you'll realize that you haven't seen on of your best buds from h.s. in over a month. What happened? Where did the time go? It is difficult to describe. I miss many of my friends. It is as if I am now the third wheel, the one whom no one really wants to be around anymore, but tolerates because I might be there every once in a while. Every friend serves a purpose to you, whether you will admit it or not. Whether it is to make you feel superior, or to offer you assistance in something on-going. Maybe a shared interest in the nightlife, or a particular sport or instrument. Hell, maybe it's even weed or beer. Whatever it is, it's there. What happens when the connection is lost? I feel as if I can no longer relate to my friends. I miss the old days, when life was simpler. Is that wrong? It was easier when all I had to do was get up and go to school. Now my future is upon me, and there is no one to help me achieve it...

30.05.01 - Do I offend you?

this is a picture of my windshield. Note that, hanging off my rear view mirror is a small noose, with a stick-figure hanging from it. For the record, the little stick figure is made out of white paper, and is only three inches tall, at most. he hangs from a white cotton rope that is only about one quarter inch thick at most. What does all this mean? Nothing really, but let me explain.
I usually eat lunch in the back of a friend's pick up, where we can screw around, and its just more peaceful. Plus, we're outside. So anyway, it's near the end of lunch when one guy walks over to my driver side window, and peers way in to look. I was about to ask him what the hell he was doing, when he turns around and complains that there's a guy hanging off my mirror. He's like, "That's really dis-tasteful. How can you hang that there? I take offense to that. It's a racist remark to have that there (he's black). You can't have that hung there. You go into some towns with that and you'll get yourself killed. I know people who would try to trash your car because of that." So later that day, as I go to get into my truck to leave, he starts yelling at me for having it hung there. It was basically the same shit, although I couldn't really hear him that much over the engine. Today i come in, and he hands me this line about how it's racist, and his family has this history and mine has a different one, and its really offensive, and people would kill me if they saw me parked outside of his house with that there, and i should remove it. he spews the same garbage to this other kid (the one i eat lunch with), cause he hung one up, cause he needed a small slipknot for some side job removing branches from some trees. Mind you, this kid knows him, cause his brother lives next to this guy. So, later, near the end of the day, he comes up to me and says "So, are you going to take it down?" I said "Maybe" and he says, "If you don't, im going to go across the street (to the main building) and go to personnel and have be written up cause that's racist." i said, "What the fuck man, that shit's been going on for centuries now" and he replied with something saying its still racist or whatever, i couldnt hear it all, cause he was walking away, and i was so fucking mad.
Since when does a WHITE PAPER STICK-FIGURE imply black racism? Its a fucking stick figure. It's been there for two years, and it'll continue to hang there until his necks breaks in half and he falls. Everyone at work thinks he's a cocksucker, and can't believe he's actually going to try this stunt. I can't believe he's got the balls to fucking tell ME what i can or can not have in MY truck. What the fuck is he doing looking in my windows?!! That mother fucker!!!! He has no fucking right looking in MY truck. He's a nosy fucking bitch. He should keep his fucking hands off my truck. that cock sucker! how would he like it if I looked in his window, and said "Yo, that's racist, get that shit outta your car you bitch (referring to his air freshener, or something). What the fuck is he doing looking in my truck anyway? it sure as hell ain't his. You dont see me snooping around looking in other people's cars. How offensive can it be, it he had to scoop his hands around his eyes, and lean against my window to even SEE the fucking thing!!!!!!!!
he even threatened by co-worker!. "If you park that truck outside my house, when you come back to it, you may find your window's broken" WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!!!!!!!!! This bitch is going down. I will no tolerate this. let him complain. We'll see who the company will side with. I will not bend. I will not break. I will not back down, I will NOT remove the noose. so FUCK YOU

22.05.01

Just another fucking day. These damp, rainy, cool, yet muggy days really suck hairy moose balls. I cant get the ambition to do anything today. Fuck. gas costs too damn much these days. I remember when gas was 87¢ a gallon. Now its like $1.70. what the fuck?! Do you have any idea how much gas I use every week? Lets just leave it at a lot. You know damn well the prices will never go back down to what they were just three years ago, now that Bush is in office, and they know the people will (have) to pay this much. Fuck i hate the government. They all suck. Unfortunately, we've progressed to damn far to be able to survive without it. There's too much technology, too many weapons, too many secret facilities built, that if there was country-wide anarchy, we'd all be nuked by other countries. That is, if we didn't do it ourselves. All it would take is one psycho with a little knowledge, and we'd all be toast. Personally, I don't like the idea of having my shirt burned into my back, even if it is a cool looking one. The government has total control anyway. "The Illusion of Freedom, to quell the masses" is what I say. Personally, i think they stir shit up on purpose. "A society divided cannot stand against itself", I also say. If we are quarreling amongst ourselves, then the government will never have to worry about an upheaval. Only the united masses can stand up against the government, for the government is nothing without them. Better to keep them distracted with petty squabbles and quarrels amongst ourselves. Amerika the beautiful

20.05.01 - reptillikus

Recently, one of my readers took it upon herself to respond to my question of the sagging pants. It nice to know that I'm not the only one who sees this as a problem...

Reading the daily rantings on your site, the one about the ass pants caught my attention. Being a chick in today's society I tend to see a lot of boy/young men's boxers because they are simply lazy and what they view as "trendy". Where I am from, a little town in NJ, the large percentage of this population is Jewish. Which means everyone has money, except for me, so they don't have "I cant afford a goddamn belt" as an excuse, cause its definitely the shittiest excuse anyone can come up with! From what I recall, wearing you pants on your ass crack became a cool thing from Kris Kross, who not only started the "sagging your pants" trend, but also wore there clothes backwards. Kinda lucky this 'trend' didn't stick with the turning times. Most of the kids who find it cool to wear there pants on the tuck of their ass are the "thugs". Excuse any racism of whatever you may call this, but I fucking don't care cause pull your damn pants up, but the worst offenders of this are the blacks. Not only do they wear there pants an inch above there ankles but they feel the need to walk like fucking idiots while doing it. They are walking around sporting there FuBu clothing walking around like there the shit, fuck them.
Being just student of high school I am subjected to seeing many pairs of boxers, or hell, even nut huggers once in a while! And it's horrendously disgusting. You make a very simply and accurate point of the fact that pants have a waistline! Men have a waist! I don't know about you, but I don't think men are the inferior ones in intelligence, so put fucking 2 and 2 together and make the fucking "waist" points meet! Dammit.. Sheesh.. Fucking next time you see something with there points not at the waistline, knock them over, kick there ass, and laugh.. then tell them to pull there fucking pants up because I am sure I am not the only one tired of seeing your crusty shorts and ass hair... That's all for now
-SNE

fuck yeah man, that's what I'm talking about....
That sounds like my town (yes, I am from jersey, what a loser, right?)

Say, has anyone seen the new Tool cd? holy shit that is the coolest looking cd in my entire collection. If you havent, go get it, not only does it look cool, but it sounds good, too
I need a crack for eye candy 4000, the one I downloaded didnt work. If ya got one, then email me

16.05.01 - reptillikus

I am currently working on a flash rendition of an old side bar I used when this site was first hosted, it needs serious overhauling, but hopefully I can do it, and make it look cool, too.

I feel obliged to inform you that the thin h line is no more, so don't try to go there. Go to stileproject for the new address, cause I cant remember it, and IE ain't workin for me to find out.

We have this kid at work, main do I hate this fucking kid. he's this nasty smelly russian type who you would think never showers or even changes his clothes for that matter. He started working there a couple months ago, he wore the same fucking pair of jeans EVERY day for two straight months. It was the most disgusting thing you'd ever seen. Well, then he went to a CBT course, and when the trainer saw/caught a wiff of him, he sent him home, and told him to come back the next day after taking a shower and buying some clean clothes. Needless to say, he actually did, or I wouldn't be complaining right now. The CBT lasted a month, and when he came back, he started with the nasty old jeans again. Well, I was supposed to be training him, so I complained to my boss that I cant work under these conditions, and he said something. So all was well for a short while. But things changed.
Before I go further, allow me to describe these nasty brown things one would try to pass off as blue jeans. Now, I work in a manufacturing plant (of sorts) so needless to say, you get dirty. We do our own shipping, and we have this foam machine. basically is uses two 55 gallon drums, each with a different compound in them. one is a polyurethane foam resin, and the other is some sort of acti-athe-ahh-i-forget-the-name-whatsa-who that mixes together with the resin, and poof! you get a liquid that sprays out this 'gun' of sorts, which then makes this foam. Its pretty cool, it mixes and expands 100 times its original size. Anyway, if you get it on you, it seeps into your clothes, and then expands into the threads and out all over the place. Basically, you cant remove it. (Back to the point here) Once you spray yourself, get used to it, cause it ain't comin off your clothes. Generally this is when you throw out the article, but no! Instead he wears them again, and again, and again, and again. Every day. He moves boxes, tests/rigs/packs units, the full nine yards in these jeans without ever washing them. You'd know if they were washed. Dirt washes out. These were never washed. So I complained again (the stench of this kid makes me sick to my stomach) and nothing happens. So I complain again, and nothing happens, so this time I complain to his boss. Again nothing happens. then someone realizes how bad he smells, and says something to him, cause he's wearing clean pants (I think he was showering, but not every day). Well last week, he wore them every day again. Just imagine what happens to jeans that are never washed. the material gets so thin, its like paper! Its not a pretty site. Well, they were so shot, that when he came in this Monday, he had cut them into shorts, which he also wore every day so far. Well, the damn kid smelled so fucking bad, I had to send him away from me, cause I just couldn't tolerate it. now, I do not have a weak stomach. Well, this time my boss says, 'I gotta do something, its not fair that you guys (me and this one other kid) have to put up with that. After all, no one else will work with him, nor has any one else ever worked with him. I intend to make him pay for the agony that he has made my nose and stomach endure.

While we're on the topic of work, lets discuss another item. Why must kids where their pants around their thighs? Pants are meant to go around the waist, hence them having 'waist lines'. What the fuck is so hard about pulling up your dam pants?! I just don't understand. Are you trying to show off your boxers? What the fuck! I don't care what they look like!!
p.s.-if you have any insight on this, then email me

Status?
Ok, the truth is that there's this guy who's definitely a mental case, so I suppose we'll refer to him as 'Case'. He was in the marines, which is probably why he's so nuts, but we wont go into that. When I first started working there, it seemed as if he was in the military all his life. I mean, the guy even does push-ups and sit-ups for half his lunch break. Apparently he always has, and he's worked there over fifteen years. He is the most routine person you've ever met. He even goes to the bathroom everyday at 11:30. Its really weird. He apparently was only in the marines six years, which isn't that long, but as I said, I thought it was all his life. Well, here's where it gets weird. He has these catch phrases that he says, all the time. And I do mean that. If you walk by you get a 'status?' with which you are to respond with a 'secure'. He also follows the same, meaning that if you say status, he will say secure. Always. Also, he likes to say 'subvert'. 'Are you subverting me?' 'oh, you've been subverted' I think you get the idea. Its always a negative thing, like when we use some more room, which he might have thought was his space, or whatever. He is so routine its ridiculous. However, he's funny, cause he believes in this next item severely:
Do not take the same way home every day. If you do, then people can follow you to your house, to better spy on you!
(He's a maniac, I say)

Well, I think that's enough mindless ranting for one day. Hey, did you hear about that run-away train in Ohio yesterday? How cool is that? A train just leaves on its own, toting tons of hazardous chemicals! How cool would it have been if it crashed?!

Also, I have two final rolls of film to scan, and then I can begin uploading some choice pics from last years camping trip, and maybe some more info on this years'. Maybe by Friday I'll have my film back, and you can see some random pictures I took throughout the past four or five months. We'll see

	10.07.01 - the return
	After a week long vacation, I have returned! There is too much to tell you about it, so instead you can wait until the camping 2k1 section is complete, where you can all find out at once. I will say that it kicked ass, though, and I wish it was still going on. Also, i dont want to go back to work, but that was to be expected....

	22.06.01
	I am currently working on a massive update to my directory paths, so if any links don't work, then give it some time, they will later tonight, or maybe tomorrow...

	15.06.01
	I never wanted to be the world's greatest web designer, and boy, did that wish come true.

	22.05.01
	I have updated the visual section to include pics of my truck, as well as a few other items, including the dove that built a nest on my back porch, who's eggs hatched over the weekend. And now another bird built a nest, this one on the ladder on the side of the house. What the fuck?!

	21.05.01
	I was planning on doing a nice big update today, i had a shitload of pics and such to upload, but i lost 'em when my comp froze, so now I need to scan 'em again. Tomorrow there will be lotsa stuff to look at.