He's 25. He's practically married. He's a professional. He's weird. And now you can read all about him in this little experiment in time suckage.

Been a while since I did anything here. Bought a webcam. Now, when I'm at home doing my thing, you can watch me type! Soon to expand to work and, hey, maybe even my personal moments!

I am now Jenni's bitch.
posted by Rob Zazueta at 1:11 AM

Folliculitis

Oh yeah, I got another haircut. I miss the ponytailed Jesus days.
posted by Rob Zazueta at 9:50 AM

Must be Muskrat love...

We bought a hamster. It was an impulse buy. I really don't know what to say.

I promised Dani I'd buy her a fish tank for her birthday back in April. Find the room for it was another matter, though, so we never came through. Now that we have our own little love nest, we decided it was time to revisit our frinds from the deep. So we went to Petco. What was I thinking?

Coming out the door was this little boy about 8 holding in his hands a clear "Critter Carrier" with a roan-colored short-hair hamster inside. The smile on the boy's face was the look of pure, unadulterated joy. I was hooked.

So, while Dani went fishing, I sought out the rodents. I was actually more hooked on the rats, especially considering the meager hamster supply. That was until we found Biscuit.

Buried in the front left corner of the cage beneath a quivering pile of shavings was the cutest damn little thing you have ever seen. I disturbed his sleep and he looked a little pissed, but then he began running around. He was a "donation", apparently from someone whose hamster had just had babies. The young woman who worked there took him out for us to hold and Dani was hooked. She immediately went down the Hamster accessories aisle to find a cage. (Dani's philosophy on pets, or really anything for that matter: if you can't accesorize it, it's not worth having).

So 30 minutes and $95 later, we own a biscuit. Apparently, the woman who sold us the hamster had taken him home already once and named him Sparky, but her mother wouldn't let her keep him. While I could get into a Sparky, he is definitely more of a Biscuit, so that name stuck.

Don't worry, you'll get pictures.

So now we own a rodent together. Now I'm committed.
posted by Rob Zazueta at 9:40 AM

Bristling with ideas

So, I'm checking out the TellMe Studio and my poor little brain is filling with ideas. I take the AmTrak 723 every day to and from work. In the mornings, when you have the choice of sitting in your warm car or standing out on the freezing platform, you like to know whether the train is on time. You can always dial 1-800-USA-Rail, but, by the time you finally get a human, the train may have already come and gone. I think TellMe would provide an awesome service for the folks riding the rails and, by Thor, I think I'm the guy to make it happen!

So who wants to get in on the pool: how long will it take for this idea to drop out of Rob's brain and into the bit bucket on that dusty shelf in the corner along with all of his other hare-brained ideas? I'm thinking a week.
posted by Rob Zazueta at 1:22 PM

On attractive women...

There are those who you'd love to see naked. The people with the beautiful bodies, perfect figures, whatever. Then there are those who are just gorgeous fully clothed and you wonder whether undressing them would ruin it. I keep having this internal dilemma -- undress her mentally or admire her the way she is?

Yes, men are pigs.
posted by Rob Zazueta at 12:32 PM

Free=Good

Curious whether anyone's coming here, so I placed a free Hitbox counter down at the bottom.

In case you're wondering, I hold no delusions as to who the hell cares about my life. Blogging looks like fun, it's entertaining and, what the heck, I figure it's yet another fun way to waste CPU cycles as I wait for my scripts to run.
posted by Rob Zazueta at 12:22 PM

Random thoughts, my hairy, white butt.

It's not that I'm not having random thoughts lately, it's just that they're all either violent, negative or obscene or a mixture of the three.

Heard a good quote yesterday: "Get off the cross, someone needs the wood." Please note, it was NOT directed at me.
posted by Rob Zazueta at 12:08 PM

A brief introduction

As this is my first experiment into the weird world of blogging, it only makes sense to start with a brief introduction so you have some idea of what you're dealing with.

First, the obvious: My name was Robert Dean Zazueta at birth but it has shortened over time to, simply. Rob Z. or RobZ for the spatially impaired.

I was born on February 17, 1975 (mark your calendars) which makes me 25 years old at the moment, meaning that I still know everything.

I can pin-point the moment that my youthful idealism was crushed by the cruel hand of American capitalism -- August 8, 2000 at 10:15 am. I shall strive to celebrate it like an anniversary.... or a memorial.

I'm not married, despite the efforts of my wonderful, loving girlfriend. I am, however, a cohabitant significant other, a.k.a. "Living in Sin." And may God have mercy on my soul.

My only pets at the moment are the Sea Monkeys living in the jar on my desk. I theoretically own a parrot and a desert tortoise, but I may have to go through a custody battle to wrestle them back from my mother.

I love my momma.

Parents divorced when I was seven. Only child raised by a single mom. Add all that up and you get one spoiled brat.

That's only a half truth. My momma raised me good. I'm only slightly spoiled.

Of course, my cohabitant significant other would tell you otherwise.

I'm a geek. Always been a geek. It's a mantle I once carried as a great burden. That changed when I saw the paycheck that went with it.

"What kind of a geek?" I hear you ask. Well, I'm writing a blog, aren't I?

Fact is, you can't really pigeon-hole my geekness. At one time I was simply a web geek. I know my HTML, my JavaScript, my XML, my DHTML and I know that, really, they're all the same thing. Then I tried to be a code geek, learning Java and C++ and Visual Basic and anything else that would supposedly get my machine to do my bidding. Somehow, I became a systems geek and learned UNIX administration, Perl and other minutia that I once preferred to leave for someone else. Now I'm doing a bit of everything. It makes my head hurt.

I'm something of an occassional pathological liar. For instance, I said at the opening that this would be a brief introduction. Fooled you.

I'm a vegetarian. But, before you start tossing me in with all the tree-hugging, "Nothing with a face" freaks, hear this: meat is good. If anything, you should eat MORE meat to make up for my failing. If we don't kill all of those cows, they'll come for you and every member of your family. You heard it here first.

I should probably go now. There are people who need me special brand of Robness... stay tuned. It'll be nice to have an outlet for my random thoughts. Try not to lose any sleep over them.
posted by Rob Zazueta at 12:59 PM