grokking in fullness

Me holding a lightning bug lantern
Me holding a lightning bug lantern.
I am Matthew. You might also know me as "Alcade," which is a Spanish word of Arabic origins. I've been trying to find the correct definition of this word for years now. My cousin Andy originally told me it meant "emperor," but he was wrong. The best definition I can find is either the Moorish Arabic derivitive for "commander of a fortress or castle," or Spanish for "mayor."

Personally I think the latter is a better description, but you can't have everything. Entymology sucks.

I live in Sheldon, a small redneck town of 1,200 people in east-central Illinois. By clicking on the link you will see an image of my house that Al Gore took with a satelite and posted on GlobeXplorer. If you look closely, and know the geography of Sheldon well, you will also be able to see the houses of: Nathan, Bloomer, Jason, Beefcake, and Carl.

I'm studying electronics technology at KCC. I used to work for a CILA (Community Integrated Living Arrangement - basically the politically correct definition of a group home for mentally retarded people) but now after three years they view me as a psychopathic asshole, so thats the end of my stay in the health care field. It was actually fairly interesting though, because I was threatened with lawsuits because of my webpage, and the Arc even turned me in for a police investigation. I definately won't be reapplying there.

Like most people in the midwest, I am a redneck. I like guns (I have three, including the stereotypical shotgun), loud trucks, obedient women (although I truly hold a chauvinistic view of male/female relations, I'm not quite as extreme as I let on to be) , and hanging out with good ol' boys out on dusty country roads. I have a paranoid view of the government, and believe that they're out to get me.

I'm narcissistic, and can spend hours looking at myself in the mirror. Don't take that to mean that I'm a snob, because I really don't care about a person's background, where they're from, what they wear, or how much money they make.

My worst fear is not living life to its fullest. For that reason, I strike a tedious balance between fun, and safety. I like to drive fast, but I never forget my seatbelt. I like food, but I try not to eat too much. Unbridled fornication is good, but women get pregnant too easily. My biggest wish when I am lying on my death bed is to be reincarnated into a brunette bombshell with big tits, a lesbian disposition and a fetish for masturbation.

Religiously I've been called a "Diest." I guess that means that I have no concrete beliefs. Personally, I don't like that description of myself so my official denomination is what I call Matthewism. I believe in a sentient being which was resposible for setting the forces of creation in motion. For easiness, I refer to this being as "God." I'm not quite sure where you go when you die, but I think that some people are reincarnated. I haven't figured out where the others go. Perhaps to the everlasting glorious afterlife that most religions belief exist after death. I'd like to think so. Most religions also believe that if you don't follow their ideals exactly, you'll wind up in Hell. In that case, I'm fucked, but who would really want to spend all of eternity with Jerry Falwell and Al Gore anyway?

A lot of people ask me why I go through the trouble of having my own domain name (alcade.net) and paying for it to be hosted on a third party's server. My answer: because I can. There's a certain feeling you get when you have a webpage, and that feeling is intensified for me when its unique. Maintaining a webpage is unique in that anyone can view what you write. You can say whatever you want to the world, and not one pinko bastard at GeoCities and AOL can stop you. If I want to say fuck piss nigger honkey gook pansy ass rubber dolphin semen pump, I can. Nothing is stopping me. If someone doesn't like it, what can they do? Nothing. So that almost erotic feeling that brings tears to your eyes when you speak up your mind and can't be silenced, is the reason why I'll keep shelling out money to own alcade.net.

Thats the end of the autobiography page. If you still want to know more about me, you'll just have to form your conclusions from my journal archive.

alcade.net/me/
Journal archive

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Newslist

All about me
   11/13/02

Nudie pics!
   11/5/02

Dreams
   7/31/05

Junk drawer
   8/05/05

grokkings
I used to love my mom's car. I once told Gary that I would be buried in it, or at least end up dying inside.

different crap
Ghost hunting
   7/23/02

Youth rights
   6/5/02

other people

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