Friday, December 16, 2005
You should watch this movie
There's something QUITE unusual about it. There's a ruse causing me to bank that someone looks familiar. QUITE familiar.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Self-Publishing
A gentleman named Ralph Lagergren came into the store several months back and talked with me in-depth about his inventions and his drive. Google for him, I think you'll find he's been quite busy. There are a rare few people you meet in the world, and Ralph is one of them. I was immediately impressed by his humble, yet powerful presence.
He and I have kept in contact through a series of problems he's had with his Mac, and through this, he's finally inspired me to do something I didn't even fathom at the time.
Over the next couple of weeks I will do what Kramer had suggested all along and compile a collection of all the short stories I've put written over the years, and self-publish the collection into ten to twentry books that I'll either sell or distribute to family and friends. I don't know what costs are going to be, but I'll cross that part of the bridge when I get there. The first part is digging through my piles of work, cleaning them up, and then talking to someone in the printing business about what I need to do. Worst case scenario, my first publisher will be Kinko's.
It's time to make something happen. Can't "die with the music still in me", as Ralph put it. He's also demanded a time table on when 'Jesus VII' will be finalized. I can't give it to him just yet, but the pressure cooker is starting a low whistle again, which means more pages and more self-flaggelation.
He and I have kept in contact through a series of problems he's had with his Mac, and through this, he's finally inspired me to do something I didn't even fathom at the time.
Over the next couple of weeks I will do what Kramer had suggested all along and compile a collection of all the short stories I've put written over the years, and self-publish the collection into ten to twentry books that I'll either sell or distribute to family and friends. I don't know what costs are going to be, but I'll cross that part of the bridge when I get there. The first part is digging through my piles of work, cleaning them up, and then talking to someone in the printing business about what I need to do. Worst case scenario, my first publisher will be Kinko's.
It's time to make something happen. Can't "die with the music still in me", as Ralph put it. He's also demanded a time table on when 'Jesus VII' will be finalized. I can't give it to him just yet, but the pressure cooker is starting a low whistle again, which means more pages and more self-flaggelation.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
A New Hobby
I'm sitting in the coffee shop listening to other people's music.
The Faints
!!!
Damn, these are some cool albums. I'm trying to find the girl I think has these tunes, but I'm having no luck as my head sweeps back and forth. I've got to be chewing into her battery power of her laptop, and I'm sitting next to the only power outlet. This girl's got good taste in Indie music. Reminds me of my sister.
Interesting. Wouldn't have though to do this previously as I had my iPod fired up last time and hadn't discovered others out there using Bonjour.
Gotta love technology.
The Faints
!!!
Damn, these are some cool albums. I'm trying to find the girl I think has these tunes, but I'm having no luck as my head sweeps back and forth. I've got to be chewing into her battery power of her laptop, and I'm sitting next to the only power outlet. This girl's got good taste in Indie music. Reminds me of my sister.
Interesting. Wouldn't have though to do this previously as I had my iPod fired up last time and hadn't discovered others out there using Bonjour.
Gotta love technology.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Valium and Klonipin
I had Valium for the first time the same day the scientist who invented it passed from this Earth.
Strange.
Strange.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Been a while, sorry
If anyone actually reads this, all apologies. It's been a while. I've been making an effort at constructing my characters in my other test blog.
Alibaster Shindling is just the beginning. I'm beginning to like serial writing.
Working on getting into K-State. Working on getting my life and affairs in order. Working on being a better person, one step at a time. I've since become empowered since a certain state of events, and I'm liking where I'm headed, and what I'm becoming. Thank God.
And I don't need people calling me out of the blue and belittling me. I finally got some self-esteem, and I'm going with it. Shit, it's nice to finally live for myself, and when all that seems to happen or be discussed is my shortcomings, I don't need that. I spent most of my time avoiding phone calls because I was afraid of what I'd done or didn't do that wasn't up to snuff with the ideals of others. I don't have to worry about that anymore, and I can FUCKING BREATH because of it.
I'm going to go home, change some wash, and wash some towels. Why? Because they need to be done, not because I'm worried about not getting them done because it will make people mad.
Alibaster Shindling is just the beginning. I'm beginning to like serial writing.
Working on getting into K-State. Working on getting my life and affairs in order. Working on being a better person, one step at a time. I've since become empowered since a certain state of events, and I'm liking where I'm headed, and what I'm becoming. Thank God.
And I don't need people calling me out of the blue and belittling me. I finally got some self-esteem, and I'm going with it. Shit, it's nice to finally live for myself, and when all that seems to happen or be discussed is my shortcomings, I don't need that. I spent most of my time avoiding phone calls because I was afraid of what I'd done or didn't do that wasn't up to snuff with the ideals of others. I don't have to worry about that anymore, and I can FUCKING BREATH because of it.
I'm going to go home, change some wash, and wash some towels. Why? Because they need to be done, not because I'm worried about not getting them done because it will make people mad.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Summer Goals
In no matter of importance:
1. Beautify the bike: Full clean, repaint, reupholster. Some custom add-ons and chrome and silver. Banana Yellow or Construction Orange. Still deciding. Yellow is really calling me at this point. Redo the fram in a good offsetting black.
2. Build and stain some furniture out of the leftover wood from the fence replacement. Should be an experiment in power tools. Who needs all ten fingers anyway?
3. Build the picnic table in the back yard with said materials from above. Or, even cooler, a place to park the motorcycle under... Hmmmm.
4. Apple Certified. If the opportunity is there, might as well take it. The thinking is, there are a lot of knowledgable MickeySoft techs. I'm a *fairly* knowledgable Mac tech, but nothing special. I have the power of GSX, and basically free self-taught training available directly from Apple. Can't knock it.
5. Clean the basement. And the back yard.
6. Sell the G3 PowerMac and get a Mac Mini or a used PowerMac G4.
7. Pack up everything unneccesary, throw out a lot of crap that I don't need/use anymore. Put everything boxed up downstairs and out of the way for good.
8. Jesus 7, anyone? I want a rough draft by my birthday. It's time to piss off the world, one religious fanatic at a time.
9. Start a new book called VI, a story of the fight for and rise of the AntiChrist. John Woo will direct the cinematic feature. =) Guns, telekinetics, telepathics, a reporter with an unknown past, discovering his lineage, and the bringing together of the shrewdest, most powerful warriors of all time in an epic fight through an underground city in the middle of the desert.
1. Beautify the bike: Full clean, repaint, reupholster. Some custom add-ons and chrome and silver. Banana Yellow or Construction Orange. Still deciding. Yellow is really calling me at this point. Redo the fram in a good offsetting black.
2. Build and stain some furniture out of the leftover wood from the fence replacement. Should be an experiment in power tools. Who needs all ten fingers anyway?
3. Build the picnic table in the back yard with said materials from above. Or, even cooler, a place to park the motorcycle under... Hmmmm.
4. Apple Certified. If the opportunity is there, might as well take it. The thinking is, there are a lot of knowledgable MickeySoft techs. I'm a *fairly* knowledgable Mac tech, but nothing special. I have the power of GSX, and basically free self-taught training available directly from Apple. Can't knock it.
5. Clean the basement. And the back yard.
6. Sell the G3 PowerMac and get a Mac Mini or a used PowerMac G4.
7. Pack up everything unneccesary, throw out a lot of crap that I don't need/use anymore. Put everything boxed up downstairs and out of the way for good.
8. Jesus 7, anyone? I want a rough draft by my birthday. It's time to piss off the world, one religious fanatic at a time.
9. Start a new book called VI, a story of the fight for and rise of the AntiChrist. John Woo will direct the cinematic feature. =) Guns, telekinetics, telepathics, a reporter with an unknown past, discovering his lineage, and the bringing together of the shrewdest, most powerful warriors of all time in an epic fight through an underground city in the middle of the desert.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Her name is Faith
Faith - 1981 Yamaha Virago 750
Que the Buffy/Angel jokes in 3...2...1...
I think it's a good name. I have to believe that she'll take care of me through thick and thin. I have nothing but the belief that she'll stick to the corners and won't dump me over at 70MPH in a 55 degree lean. I have to believe she's gonna keep going for me, and that she's not gonna buck me. I have to believe that she's gonna stop for me when I ask her.
I also have to believe in the art of motorcycle maintenance. But that's just a technicality, really.
Monday, May 16, 2005
The Road To Rolla
16 hours on a motorcycle over the course of the weekend will take it out of anyone.
First off, wow. The word fun doesn't really capture it, but it has definately been an experience. Couple of close calls, some stomached fear of a wet and bumpy road, and the road between Jefferson City, MO and Rolla MO was the most entertaining part of the trip. Sweeping 70 MPH turns, cutbacks, ups, downs, and a jerk who blinded me nearly right off the road.
Let me break this down for you stage-by-stage:
Manhattan KS to Lawrence KS:
Literally 10 minutes into the ride, I contemplated turning back and going to get my car. I was thinking it was a terrible idea. The great part about the whole trip was that I was racing the weather the whole way there. I stopped in Lawrence, and when gassing up I could see the clouds rolling east. I haven't seen a cloud do 70MPH, so I just turned up the throttle, and took off.
Lawrence, KS to Warrensburg, MO
I would get little drops here and there, as new cloud formations would form on top of me, but I managed to stay ahead of the storm. I stopped in Warrensburg for a fill-up, a sandwich, and a coffee and smoke. Standing there, the rain caught me after 20 minutes of rest. I hopped back on and was stopped by a State Trooper about 10 miles outside of Warrensburg. He was a nice guy; gave me a warning and told me to slow down. Checked my ID for a motorcycle license; that was kosher. Outstanding warrants; that was not an issue. I chuckled when it started rainin' again.
"Man, I just beat this weather, and here it is again."
He handed me my license and told me to go beat it. We'd talked a little about where I was going, and he knew I still had a long trip ahead of me. I wish I would have gotten his name. He was a considerate officer of the law.
Warrensburg MO to California MO
This leg passed me through Sedalia, which is a nice little town. Was good on gas, so I didn't stop here, just kept on into the countryside down Highway 50 to California.
There I stopped at the BP that I always stop at on the way to Rolla. Was getting tired, so I stopped, grabbed a sandwich, some smokes, and a mint coffee. Good stuff. Talked with some of the guys there for a little bit. Nice guys. Some dude walked in with half his face looking like it just got stepped on. The left side of his face was all chewed up and there was blood all over his shirt. The guy at the counter seemed to know him:
"Man, what happened to you?"
"I just got my ass kicked about 5 minutes ago. Where's the Bud Light?"
"Over there. Who did it?"
"Tim."
"Oh shit."
About that time the rain caught up to me, and it was back on the bike. While I was sliding my helmet over my head, 6 cop cars passed, sirens blaring, down 50. Great.
California MO to Rolla MO
This had to be the best part of the trip. And by best, I mean also the most life-threatening. Leaving California to Jefferson City uneventful. Those 6 cop cars were returning back to California, and apparently something big went down about 2-3 miles outside of Cali. Heh. Check the papers or something.
Got to Jeff City, and the rain was trying to catch up to me. I was getting specs on the visor as a roared along. Passed through JC without comment and hit the last leg of this part of the journey. Highway 63 segways from 4 lanes to two about 4 miles outside Jeff City. It then turns into a hell of a rollercoaster ride for someone unfamiliar with the route. With the wet road, the sprinkles trying to catch me, and other drivers, I was quivering slightly from the healthy fear that was rising in my stomach.
There was quite a scare about 5 miles after the off-ramp to Rolla from JC. I was coming up around a bending corner that also rose up the hill coming left to right, then cutting back left once over the crest of the hill. I had my highs on, and was leaned over in the corner. I saw a car coming, so I killed the highs and let my bike slide slowly over to the outside of the lane. The car apparently thought I still had my highs on, as it double-flashed me at the top of the hill.
Combine the bright lights, the plastic that already distorts the light, and the beads of water that had gathered on the helmet, and I was BLIND. I couldn't see anything, I just improvised in the corner. The next time I had my faculties about me ( and we're talking a matter of seconds here), I was careening at 70MPH in the direction of the ditch.
Instinct kicked in here. I was on the back brake in a slide, the front wheel still tracking it's forward direction; It was a hard-forced fish-tail. At the same moment, I snapped the handle bars into the direction I wanted to go, and throttled the gas hard. The bike kicked, snapped into the direction I wanted to go, and I was back on the road. At that very moment, I made a promise with the bike that if she got me home safe, I would give her a name.
The excitement after that was the general 70+MPH through corners with large yellow 45MPH signs setup right before them. I was still beating the rain, but I ultimately lost about 5 minutes outside Rolla. I could see lighting rippling across the clouds to the East, and every time I came out of a forested area, I could see they were bearing down on me. At the last long strip of 63 before the Rolla city lights, I was hit by the wrath of the storm. The bike was shaking under gusting winds, and my visor was filled with shooting blasts of Lighted Rain Drops of Death(TM). I was getting pelted and thrown around in the storm, but I wasn't stopping this close to being there. Got in, Carl cooked me a pizza, we went and got some Red Bull, and I got a good vodka drunk, then visited with Carl for a while before passing out.
Look for more details later this evening about the rest of the weekend.
First off, wow. The word fun doesn't really capture it, but it has definately been an experience. Couple of close calls, some stomached fear of a wet and bumpy road, and the road between Jefferson City, MO and Rolla MO was the most entertaining part of the trip. Sweeping 70 MPH turns, cutbacks, ups, downs, and a jerk who blinded me nearly right off the road.
Let me break this down for you stage-by-stage:
Manhattan KS to Lawrence KS:
Literally 10 minutes into the ride, I contemplated turning back and going to get my car. I was thinking it was a terrible idea. The great part about the whole trip was that I was racing the weather the whole way there. I stopped in Lawrence, and when gassing up I could see the clouds rolling east. I haven't seen a cloud do 70MPH, so I just turned up the throttle, and took off.
Lawrence, KS to Warrensburg, MO
I would get little drops here and there, as new cloud formations would form on top of me, but I managed to stay ahead of the storm. I stopped in Warrensburg for a fill-up, a sandwich, and a coffee and smoke. Standing there, the rain caught me after 20 minutes of rest. I hopped back on and was stopped by a State Trooper about 10 miles outside of Warrensburg. He was a nice guy; gave me a warning and told me to slow down. Checked my ID for a motorcycle license; that was kosher. Outstanding warrants; that was not an issue. I chuckled when it started rainin' again.
"Man, I just beat this weather, and here it is again."
He handed me my license and told me to go beat it. We'd talked a little about where I was going, and he knew I still had a long trip ahead of me. I wish I would have gotten his name. He was a considerate officer of the law.
Warrensburg MO to California MO
This leg passed me through Sedalia, which is a nice little town. Was good on gas, so I didn't stop here, just kept on into the countryside down Highway 50 to California.
There I stopped at the BP that I always stop at on the way to Rolla. Was getting tired, so I stopped, grabbed a sandwich, some smokes, and a mint coffee. Good stuff. Talked with some of the guys there for a little bit. Nice guys. Some dude walked in with half his face looking like it just got stepped on. The left side of his face was all chewed up and there was blood all over his shirt. The guy at the counter seemed to know him:
"Man, what happened to you?"
"I just got my ass kicked about 5 minutes ago. Where's the Bud Light?"
"Over there. Who did it?"
"Tim."
"Oh shit."
About that time the rain caught up to me, and it was back on the bike. While I was sliding my helmet over my head, 6 cop cars passed, sirens blaring, down 50. Great.
California MO to Rolla MO
This had to be the best part of the trip. And by best, I mean also the most life-threatening. Leaving California to Jefferson City uneventful. Those 6 cop cars were returning back to California, and apparently something big went down about 2-3 miles outside of Cali. Heh. Check the papers or something.
Got to Jeff City, and the rain was trying to catch up to me. I was getting specs on the visor as a roared along. Passed through JC without comment and hit the last leg of this part of the journey. Highway 63 segways from 4 lanes to two about 4 miles outside Jeff City. It then turns into a hell of a rollercoaster ride for someone unfamiliar with the route. With the wet road, the sprinkles trying to catch me, and other drivers, I was quivering slightly from the healthy fear that was rising in my stomach.
There was quite a scare about 5 miles after the off-ramp to Rolla from JC. I was coming up around a bending corner that also rose up the hill coming left to right, then cutting back left once over the crest of the hill. I had my highs on, and was leaned over in the corner. I saw a car coming, so I killed the highs and let my bike slide slowly over to the outside of the lane. The car apparently thought I still had my highs on, as it double-flashed me at the top of the hill.
Combine the bright lights, the plastic that already distorts the light, and the beads of water that had gathered on the helmet, and I was BLIND. I couldn't see anything, I just improvised in the corner. The next time I had my faculties about me ( and we're talking a matter of seconds here), I was careening at 70MPH in the direction of the ditch.
Instinct kicked in here. I was on the back brake in a slide, the front wheel still tracking it's forward direction; It was a hard-forced fish-tail. At the same moment, I snapped the handle bars into the direction I wanted to go, and throttled the gas hard. The bike kicked, snapped into the direction I wanted to go, and I was back on the road. At that very moment, I made a promise with the bike that if she got me home safe, I would give her a name.
The excitement after that was the general 70+MPH through corners with large yellow 45MPH signs setup right before them. I was still beating the rain, but I ultimately lost about 5 minutes outside Rolla. I could see lighting rippling across the clouds to the East, and every time I came out of a forested area, I could see they were bearing down on me. At the last long strip of 63 before the Rolla city lights, I was hit by the wrath of the storm. The bike was shaking under gusting winds, and my visor was filled with shooting blasts of Lighted Rain Drops of Death(TM). I was getting pelted and thrown around in the storm, but I wasn't stopping this close to being there. Got in, Carl cooked me a pizza, we went and got some Red Bull, and I got a good vodka drunk, then visited with Carl for a while before passing out.
Look for more details later this evening about the rest of the weekend.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Rolla Trip
Apparently God doesn't want me riding my motorcycle to Rolla. The red dot is where I need to go...
Monday, May 09, 2005
American Cities That Best Fit Me
American Cities That Best Fit You: |
60% Austin |
60% Honolulu |
60% Miami |
55% Las Vegas |
55% San Diego |
Which American Cities Best Fit You?
Would anyone have GUESSED that Austin would be the best? Nooooo... *shakes head*
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
The Path of Least Resistance
Where -----------------> To | Miles
manhattan ks to the colony tx 502
the colony tx to gainesville fl 1095
gainesville fl to new york ny 1011
new york ny to cincinnati oh 629
cincinnati oh to fargo nd 977
fargo nd to portland or 1497
portland or to seattle wa 173
seattle wa to san diego ca 1263
san diego ca to las vegas nv 331
las vegas nv to flagstaff az 250
flagstaff az to dallas tx 964
dallas tx to rolla mo 594
rolla mo to manhattan ks 454
manhattan ks to the colony tx 502
the colony tx to gainesville fl 1095
gainesville fl to new york ny 1011
new york ny to cincinnati oh 629
cincinnati oh to fargo nd 977
fargo nd to portland or 1497
portland or to seattle wa 173
seattle wa to san diego ca 1263
san diego ca to las vegas nv 331
las vegas nv to flagstaff az 250
flagstaff az to dallas tx 964
dallas tx to rolla mo 594
rolla mo to manhattan ks 454
Run
Home to Texas, over to Florida, up the East Coast to NY, over through Ohio, then the Dakotas, over through Montana to Seattle, Portland, down through California, across to Arizona, New Mexico, back to Texas, and what then?
Thursday, April 28, 2005
More standup comedy
My girlfriend and I have developed this understanding. When she's being all pissy and on the rag, I just go to the medicine cabinet, grab 2 Midol, and put them on the coffee table. I then go about my business as if nothing's happening.
Well, the other day she was particularly... bloated... and I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to be mean, so I subtley dropped 2 Midol next to her Coke and went about my business. She picks up her Coke and starts flipping out on me, callin' me a dick and whatnot.
I'm just like "What?! Isn't that what I'm I supposed to do when you're raggin' and bein' bitchy?"
Now she's really pissed, scowls, and fires back: "I've been off the rag for a week now, asshole!"
Well, the other day she was particularly... bloated... and I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to be mean, so I subtley dropped 2 Midol next to her Coke and went about my business. She picks up her Coke and starts flipping out on me, callin' me a dick and whatnot.
I'm just like "What?! Isn't that what I'm I supposed to do when you're raggin' and bein' bitchy?"
Now she's really pissed, scowls, and fires back: "I've been off the rag for a week now, asshole!"
The motorcycle's registered, but damn...
Wow. Cold this morning.
Note to self: Don't ride your motorcycle to work when it's 40 degrees
outside.
Oi.
Haircut, nap over lunch, and working Latino Night at PJ's. Joy to the world.
Also a test to see if this will post from here properly.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
So many updates, so little Astroglide
First, the motorcycle runs. Getting it insured and tagged today. $75 for
insurance for the year, and who knows how much for tags. Hopefully not too
expensive.
Secondly, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy debuts Friday. BRING IT ON.
A motorcycle ride to Cassoday early Sunday with the Pops and Mike from
bowling. Apparently it's a first Sunday of the month ordeal. We'll see how
this one goes.
Saturday, early morning work to get Mary packed up and moved. C'est la Vie.
Ali's cat apparently has some serious health problems, but won't know more
until tomorrow. Everyone pull for her and Reese.
Tonight's bowling and probably a bit of craziness. I suspect copious amount
of imbibed liquid confidence is on order.
Until next time, Robin! Same Bat channel, same Bat time!
Friday, April 22, 2005
Don't read this if you're about to eat
Proof that it takes ALL kinds to make the world go round.
http://www.bmezine.com/news/pubring/20050401.html
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
April 13th, 2005
"I Walk Alone"
Oleander
i can't take this anymore
and i'm almost pretty sure
i've been here before
i can't take this any longer
i won't heal until i'm stronger
strong enough to not be afraid
of what anybody thinks
of what anybody says
about the way
about the way i am
so i'll wait until the day
when those feelings fade away
then i'll make my break
i can't take this anymore
and i'm almost pretty sure
i've been here before
i can't take this any longer
i won't heal until i'm stronger
strong enough to not be afraid
so i leave it up to you
yeah i leave it in your hands
respect your wishes and your demands
but if it was up to me
honey we'd already be back at home
and living out our dreams
living out
everbody and everything i've known
never taught me how to stand up on my own
had to learn it from the one who let me go
now i walk alone, yeah i walk alone, yeah
living blissfully
i guess you had to step away
to make me want to be
a bigger man, a bigger man than that
i need you by my side
as i take it all in stride
I put away, i put away my pride
oh i leave it up to you
yeah i leave it in your hands
respect your wishes and your demands
but if it was up to me
honey we'd already be back at home
and living out?
everbody and everything i've known
never taught me how to stand up on my own
had to learn it from the one who let me go
now i walk alone
yeah I walk alone, yeah
i walk alone
i walk alone
i walk alone
i walk alone
i walk, oh yeah
Oleander
i can't take this anymore
and i'm almost pretty sure
i've been here before
i can't take this any longer
i won't heal until i'm stronger
strong enough to not be afraid
of what anybody thinks
of what anybody says
about the way
about the way i am
so i'll wait until the day
when those feelings fade away
then i'll make my break
i can't take this anymore
and i'm almost pretty sure
i've been here before
i can't take this any longer
i won't heal until i'm stronger
strong enough to not be afraid
so i leave it up to you
yeah i leave it in your hands
respect your wishes and your demands
but if it was up to me
honey we'd already be back at home
and living out our dreams
living out
everbody and everything i've known
never taught me how to stand up on my own
had to learn it from the one who let me go
now i walk alone, yeah i walk alone, yeah
living blissfully
i guess you had to step away
to make me want to be
a bigger man, a bigger man than that
i need you by my side
as i take it all in stride
I put away, i put away my pride
oh i leave it up to you
yeah i leave it in your hands
respect your wishes and your demands
but if it was up to me
honey we'd already be back at home
and living out?
everbody and everything i've known
never taught me how to stand up on my own
had to learn it from the one who let me go
now i walk alone
yeah I walk alone, yeah
i walk alone
i walk alone
i walk alone
i walk alone
i walk, oh yeah
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Living in the Great Outdoors
I wonder if I could make it homeless?
Could I, in the greater scheme of it all, survive without a roof to call my own? It's getting to be spring and summer. Can I survive one big campout? Is that even possible? Where would I do it?
I've got secured living in August, so it's what? 4, 5 months?
I'll ponder this one more in a while.
Could I, in the greater scheme of it all, survive without a roof to call my own? It's getting to be spring and summer. Can I survive one big campout? Is that even possible? Where would I do it?
I've got secured living in August, so it's what? 4, 5 months?
I'll ponder this one more in a while.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Sin City Graphic Novels
Sin City Graphic Novel Cover
Courtesy of my good buddy Jerry, I have ALL the Sin City graphic novels. I'm gonna read up before I see the movie; gonna see what the big deal is.
Found the iPod. Jerry took it to teach me a lesson. I contemplated choking him out and clobbering him with the 3-hole punch.
At least Little Lamb has returned home. *content sigh of a parent getting their kidnapped child back*
Friday, April 08, 2005
Who likes word puzzles?
Guvf vf n grfg.
Guvf vf bayl n grfg.
Fubhyq guvf abg unir orra n grfg, gurer jbhyq or erny pbzzragf urer. Fubhyq lbh qrpelcg guvf, lbh fubhyq or noyr gb tb gb pelcgb.tevb.arg naq genafyngr sebz urer ba bhg.
Rawbl.
Guvf vf bayl n grfg.
Fubhyq guvf abg unir orra n grfg, gurer jbhyq or erny pbzzragf urer. Fubhyq lbh qrpelcg guvf, lbh fubhyq or noyr gb tb gb pelcgb.tevb.arg naq genafyngr sebz urer ba bhg.
Rawbl.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Leslie Ann Sullivan
Aged 1 month, 10 days. And me, afraid I'll accidently break this frail piece of life.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Let's go tubin'
So.
I may need ear tubes.
*sigh*
I'm afraid to call the doctor, but I think that may be the case, and I'm afraid to deal with it. At the same time, I'd like to be able to hear again.
The basic procedure is that they cut a small hole in your ear drum, and drop a tube in, relieving pressure and allowing the buildup to clear. Procedure is 15 minutes long. The tubes stay 6 months to several years, from the reading. I'm not excited, but whatever makes it to where I can hear properly and balance properly would be GREAT. Not to mention the irritableness of the continuous pain.
Info about ear tubes found here.
I may need ear tubes.
*sigh*
I'm afraid to call the doctor, but I think that may be the case, and I'm afraid to deal with it. At the same time, I'd like to be able to hear again.
The basic procedure is that they cut a small hole in your ear drum, and drop a tube in, relieving pressure and allowing the buildup to clear. Procedure is 15 minutes long. The tubes stay 6 months to several years, from the reading. I'm not excited, but whatever makes it to where I can hear properly and balance properly would be GREAT. Not to mention the irritableness of the continuous pain.
Info about ear tubes found here.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Friday, April 01, 2005
Mitch Hedberg passed yesterday
Mitch Hedberg - RIP
My favorite comedian has past. I wanted to see him live, had the ticket, let it go, and now I'll never get another chance to hear him live. I'm more upset than I could even imagine. I was literally depressed yesterday because of it.
Here's to you, Mitch. May your Fritos always be grilled, may you never drive steamboats, and may your ant farm finally grow something.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
I met The True Pope!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Bawden
This guy is a Kansas.Net customer!
It's interesting to meet people like that, even if I'm not even a blip on the radar. You're seeing a piece of history in front of you, be it a weird, obscure part that no one talks about at the dinner table.
This guy is a Kansas.Net customer!
It's interesting to meet people like that, even if I'm not even a blip on the radar. You're seeing a piece of history in front of you, be it a weird, obscure part that no one talks about at the dinner table.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Great Weekend, Good Monday
Friday: Tax return and fat paycheck. Cha-ching! Had an excellent time with Carl, Ali, and the TOD crew. Bought a keg. Many drunken people. Goodness all around. Sleep at 6 AM.
Sat: Work at 10AM. Oi. Wired from weird energy. Worked all Saturday, was kind and patient, even with no sleep. Amazing. Work at PJ's at 6. Forgot it was St. Patty's Day celebrations. Ended up with over $100 in tips from 6-2AM. Had a good afterhours with Ali and peeps. Slept like a baby after that. Confirmed I was supposed to keep the key on my chain. Wow.
Sun: Went to Bob's for breakfast. Man. Was the nectar of the Gods. Got some sh*t taken care of. Ended up getting booted out of the house by an irrate stepmom. She's just acting out in anger, and all I can do is my best to stay out of the way. I'm going to take care of me, but I'm not going to put up with being run over because she can. I'm not happy about the situation, but it's not my mess to clean up. Ended up realizing I was supposed to open PJ's. At 5:30. When I was supposed to be there at 5. Doh. Had a lazy evening at work. Went to Wal-Mart after work and spent the better half of my paycheck on groceries and necessities. Had the best frozen pizza I've had in a while. Mmm, Totinos.
Mon: Work, got caught up, talked to Tom Abbott, got a REALLY good deal on a storage unit, will be getting use of the moving van that Tom has FOR FREE, and a hell of a deal on the monthly cost, plus no deposit. Going to pack up and move a lot of crap, eat some Kraut and Sausage, pack some more, and then over to Ali's. Visit the cats and maybe stop into to PJ's and see if I can talk James or someone into covering for me Wednesday and Sat. That'll allow me to get down to Tejas for some family time this weekend.
Sat: Work at 10AM. Oi. Wired from weird energy. Worked all Saturday, was kind and patient, even with no sleep. Amazing. Work at PJ's at 6. Forgot it was St. Patty's Day celebrations. Ended up with over $100 in tips from 6-2AM. Had a good afterhours with Ali and peeps. Slept like a baby after that. Confirmed I was supposed to keep the key on my chain. Wow.
Sun: Went to Bob's for breakfast. Man. Was the nectar of the Gods. Got some sh*t taken care of. Ended up getting booted out of the house by an irrate stepmom. She's just acting out in anger, and all I can do is my best to stay out of the way. I'm going to take care of me, but I'm not going to put up with being run over because she can. I'm not happy about the situation, but it's not my mess to clean up. Ended up realizing I was supposed to open PJ's. At 5:30. When I was supposed to be there at 5. Doh. Had a lazy evening at work. Went to Wal-Mart after work and spent the better half of my paycheck on groceries and necessities. Had the best frozen pizza I've had in a while. Mmm, Totinos.
Mon: Work, got caught up, talked to Tom Abbott, got a REALLY good deal on a storage unit, will be getting use of the moving van that Tom has FOR FREE, and a hell of a deal on the monthly cost, plus no deposit. Going to pack up and move a lot of crap, eat some Kraut and Sausage, pack some more, and then over to Ali's. Visit the cats and maybe stop into to PJ's and see if I can talk James or someone into covering for me Wednesday and Sat. That'll allow me to get down to Tejas for some family time this weekend.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
G. Rio & Da Funk
Mang.
Last night I started working on some more G. Rio & Da Funk stuff, and I think I've got some funny sh*t to work with.
With songs like:
I Cuss in My Rap... Kinda...
Drop it Like Prison Soap
I think I'll have a career in... bartending... *grin*
Working today, checkin' on the cat, workin' tonight, and then probably after-hours at TOD. It's gonna be a long one. Still need to find a couch to surf for a while. Sh*t. That reminds me, I need to call storage companies and get this taken care of.
Last night I started working on some more G. Rio & Da Funk stuff, and I think I've got some funny sh*t to work with.
With songs like:
I Cuss in My Rap... Kinda...
Drop it Like Prison Soap
I think I'll have a career in... bartending... *grin*
Working today, checkin' on the cat, workin' tonight, and then probably after-hours at TOD. It's gonna be a long one. Still need to find a couch to surf for a while. Sh*t. That reminds me, I need to call storage companies and get this taken care of.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Moving Plans & Ramblings
Thinking of asking some friends about couch-surfing and throwing all my stuff into storage for right now just to get clear of the homestead. I'm going to update this post more in a moment. Just mulling ideas on what turned into a great Monday evening.
I've also realized that I've forgotten my goals, and I need to refocus.
And I hate that I'm missing that which I was happy to be done with. How the Hell does that work?
I want to be done with that and all I can think about is that. What sense does that make?
Jesus 7, here I come. In full force.
I've also realized that I've forgotten my goals, and I need to refocus.
And I hate that I'm missing that which I was happy to be done with. How the Hell does that work?
I want to be done with that and all I can think about is that. What sense does that make?
Jesus 7, here I come. In full force.
Moving here
Well, I spent what? 3 weeks on Xanga before bailing out to here?
I have to get away from Xanga and the tempation to read certain people's blogs. If I'm not even on the site, the temptation will be less to just click and look. What I read might freak me out, and it probably shouldn't, but you know, it probably would.
I hate that. That's why getting away from it should make it easier. So ultimately, welcome Xangans!
Besides, Blogger is run by Google. I'll rest my information in Google's hand without a worry. Maybe that's bad, but it's the Corporation We Love to Love.
Enough for now.
I have to get away from Xanga and the tempation to read certain people's blogs. If I'm not even on the site, the temptation will be less to just click and look. What I read might freak me out, and it probably shouldn't, but you know, it probably would.
I hate that. That's why getting away from it should make it easier. So ultimately, welcome Xangans!
Besides, Blogger is run by Google. I'll rest my information in Google's hand without a worry. Maybe that's bad, but it's the Corporation We Love to Love.
Enough for now.
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