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Hey dangerpest (or anyone else), how do you import your old folders and stuff into Outlook? I've got the .pst file, and I'm all set up with the Exchange server, but I don't know how to import.

I brought my laptop in today to work on. I want to get it completely set up, and then when the computer dude comes to bring my old computer back, I'll say, "Nah, that's all right -- I don't need it. I bring my own tools, tough guy!"

update: Never mind, I got it. I'm straight perpetratin'.

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I AM THE FOOT FUCKIN' MASTAH

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I'm the man. I'm bad. I'm SO BAD that I should be in detention!

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I keep forgetting to post this:

Pro-union students to stage fast for a day

I had no idea that the situation of me and my "brothers and sisters" (to use unionspeak) was that dire. I do, however, question whether the skipping of two or three meals truly qualifies as a hunger strike. I guess when you're a spoiled rich kid it does. (Cripes, did I say that?!)

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Two things that irritate me to no end:

university websites that don't have a clear directory link on their front pages.

university professors who don't use email or don't make their addresses public.

I'm trying to make it through the rest of my life without having to call anyone on the phone, and these people just will NOT make it easy on me.

GOD'S MERCY ON THIS SWINE

I just typed an entry, but it got eaten somehow. Imagine that. Anyway, the gist of it was this:

I'm sure that y'all are tired of hearing about my computer woes, but I just want to get this down. My boy Hans just brought my computer back with a new, bigger hard drive (a whole three gigs, whoopee) and a freshly installed operating system. That's good. What's bad, however is: 1) he yanked out the video card that I'd installed, so I'm limited to 800x600 again; 2) the "new" hard drive started making funny noises as soon as he left for a minute; and 3) this machine is still a hunk of shit. When I told him about the noises, he said, "Yeah, we need to get some new drives. I had to try three before I got one to work." Great, thanks dude -- you're really inspiring confidence. And by the way, I don't care how many certifications you got from the Hamburg Trade School; my ATI video card did not cause the hard drive to fail. Fuck it, man -- I'm going to keep right on bringing my laptop, plugging it into this monitor and keyboard, and getting some work done.

Oh, and today he actually acknowledged that this is a slow machine. Um, yeah, tell me about it. Pentium 133, baby.

Pardon me, I seem to be lost. I thought I worked at one of the richest universities in the world. Oh yeah, but I still work in publishing. SNARL

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I was horrified to find out that the copies I sent out of The Real Leroy Mercer do not in fact include all of some of the famous calls. That is, the whole disc is there, but the release cuts off one of the calls midway and leaves another one out entirely. So here are some mp3 versions that I ripped from another release, Lee Roy Mercer and Billy Beecher: The Original Experience.

C & C Auto
There are actually two calls to C & C. The first one is on the discs I sent out, but the followup isn't. Here are both.

C & C Auto

Junk Yard Dogs

Eddie's Auto
This is the one that was cut off in the middle. I don't know why they would have cut it; maybe they're holding material for another release.

Eddie's Auto

All o' y'all should listen to these tracks. They're from some prank calls that were made in Tennessee way back in the 70s or early 80s and circulated as a bootleg for years. I got a barely audible copy back in 1990 or so and thought it was the funniest thing I ever heard. But Ted "Manson" Hoyt absconded with my tape, and I thought I'd never find those calls again. Years later, I got a copy of an official release of the calls put out by Detonator Records. Then, of course, I lost that tape too and Detonator went belly-up. Finally, a year or so ago, I found not one but two CD releases of the calls. The one put out by the people at asswhupper.com sounds a bit better, but of course it's incomplete.

Oh, and you may have heard some tapes that started being made in the mid-90s by some idiot Oklahoma DJs who totally ripped these calls off. Their main character's name was something very similar -- Ray Bob Mercer or Lee Don Mercer or something, and they never gave any credit to the original calls. They're going to hell for that.

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Whoa, I started work a year ago today. It seems like much longer than a year that I've been up here. But it feels like just a few weeks ago that I saw the Allmans in March, and here it is almost October. Weird.


"Climbing" from Meat Puppets II

Climb, climb, I always climb
Out of bed in the morning on a mountain made of sand
And I know this doesn't rhyme
But the clutter on the table has been getting out of hand

I know that you tried to see me through
But honey I'm still having trouble finding out what's you

Time, time, it's so sublime
Well they say it's non-existent but it's playing with my mind
And phone calls don't cost a dime
In the caverns of your feelings where the sun will never shine

I know that you tried to see me through
But honey I'm still having trouble finding out what's you

Mine, mine, which things are mine?
Well I thought I saw a few before I found out I was blind
And I think I see a sign
And it's saying where to go and when I get there what I'll find

I know that you tried to see me through
But honey I'm still having trouble finding out what's you