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It’s not paranoia if they’re really after you…

// June 26th, 2006 // No Comments » // Brain dumps, Life and Times

So I watched a documentary yesterday.  This courtesy of my lovely friend Shannon.  Let me just say that I’m not really a conspiracy theorist.  Though I am a little wacky, I’m not exactly nuts.  Not like Mel Gibson nuts anyway…that fucking wacko.  But no, I like a good information spin all the same.  So I thought it neat when this film on 9/11 was pointed out to me (warning: it is long).  It reminded me of this short flash film a little (no warning: it’s just a few minutes long).  And however nutty they may sound from time to time, they bring up good points.  Naturally it’s all mostly stuff that we’ll never get answers to, but that’s why we have imaginations, right?

So good lord this was a long weekend.  I’ve not been so happy to get back into the work-week in a long while.  Of course, I start work on The Music Man this week, so free time is a commodity I won’t have to worry about having for the next month.  At least I will remain quite occupied.  Sometimes I find it to be a bad idea to leave me to my own devices.  Things end up skinned or painted.  I did buy two new guitars last week.  Awesome, huh?  One of them will replace my current one.  So…need to buy a guitar?  Hehe.  I still want to sell my Telocoustic and pick up a full dreadnought style acoustic in its place too.  Giving me disposable income is a worse idea than giving George W. a microphone.

I have learned that I have a fetish for eating my own words.  One really good example is that I said I would never start one of these bedamned MySpace pages, yet here I am, blogging, like a giddy, thirteen year old, emo schoolgirl…okay, bad example, since I’m twenty-four.  But I found myself caught in the net again with my cellphone.  When I got it, I was going to get text messages turned off.  Why use text when I can hit the “talk” button or get online?  Sadly, I shelled out the extra $4.99 a month for 200 messages.  It was a tide that I could no longer fight.  And frankly, I have discovered a certain usefullness with them.  God I hate technology.  If my phone starts looking for Sarah Conner I’m really gonna go live in a cave.

My office plant has officially been stricken with my black thumb.  It took far longer than expected, but I have prevailed.  Maybe fake plants are in order.  I should probably never have kids, because you know I’d just end up taking off for the weekend and forget to water them or something.  Besides, if I ever had kids, they’d end up with hooves.  Maybe I’ll adopt a monkey.

On Aging

// June 19th, 2006 // No Comments » // Brain dumps, Health, Life and Times

I have learned something.  I used to complain about getting gray hair already.  In reality, I guess that’s not so bad.  Kind of distinguished, you know?  And if I’m going gray in my early 20′s, that means I’ll never lose my hair.  At least that’s what I’ll tell myself.  But you know what I have decided is a bigger bitch about growing old?  Shaving.

When I was a freshman in highschool, facial hair was awesome.  I was one of two guys that was able to grow honest, real hair that wasn’t just peachfuzz.  Granted, it took a couple weeks to fill in, and even then, I looked like a 14 year old that was growing in what facial hair he could to be cool (ironic, since that’s what I was, sadly, and I don’t think I ever really succeeded).  But that’s the thing, it was a slow process.  These days I can’t even go two days without shaving.  It’s just a constant, unceasing responsibility now.  As I sit here, I look scruffy because I haven’t shaved since Friday.  I should have this morning, but I was lazy.  But by tonight, if I have any regard for how I look in public, I’ll be shaving.  It’s silly, I know, but it occured to me when I was watching The Patriot, and I noticed how baby’s ass smooth Heath Ledger’s face was, and I found it completely unrealistic.  I couldn’t stay that clean shaven on a day to day basis unless I carried an electric razor with me and used it regularly.  I’ll just start growing a wild, Mel Gibson beard, since I’m just as crazy as him.  I think I could get away with it, what do you think?

Well, I have finally, officially, sold my old car.  I have cash in hand, and title signed over.  A relief, to be sure.  I hated having that thing hanging around.  Never even had to list it in the paper.  Basically the first guy that looked at it bought it.  I have really good luck selling vehicles out of that yard.

I need caffeine.

I cleaned the piss out of my shower yesterday.  No, no, not literally, I mean I scrubbed the hell out of it, also not literally.  My drains are slow because I keep forgeting to call Roto-Rooter to clean all of the disgusting Pittsburg essence out of the pipes, which caused my drains to move so slow, that like sediment built up in my tub.  It was not a pretty sight.  Anyway, it was a pain in the butt, but I got on that sumuhnabitch with a scrubby…thing…and some Scrubbing Bubbles, and now it’s sparkly clean again.  And by god I will call Roto-Rooter today.  The worst part is that I can’t just let my washer drain normally.  If I do, it will back up on to the floor.  I have to stand there on the drain cycles and let it drain, open the top, let it drain, open the top, and I do that for like 5 minutes so that I can get the water out safely.  Yarrr.

Yeah, I need caffeine.

Mmmm…dirty pillows….

// June 15th, 2006 // No Comments » // Brain dumps

So I have an issue I would love someone to explain to me.  Last night I went to bed a little early, in hopes of regaining some much used up energy from tennis.  Prior to going to bed, I made sure my sheet was wrapped well around all the corners of my mattress.  “Why would you do this?” you might be asking.  Well, I have a curious habit of sometimes pulling a corner or side free, and such was the case the night before last.  So I went to sleep, had not unpleasant dreams that I don’t actually remember, and woke up.  When I woke up, not only had I pulled the sheet loose, but I had removed it from the bed altogether.  Yet the blanket remained on the bed.  I just don’t get this.  I’ve never had this kind of problem with any other bed I have owned, yet somehow I always manage to do it to this one.  Anyone care to take a stab at what’s going on?

I started work on a database application for a company’s website the other day.  Some potentially awesome money to be made from it.  The catch is…I don’t know anything about database app programming.  Let’s just say I’m…winging it.  Luckily I have an intuitive knack for all things computer, so I’m moving along with it.  Learn as you go sort of thing.  Damn I’m clever.

I bought tennis balls at Wal-Mart yesterday but forgot laundry detergent, how dumb was that?

My buddy Jeff is getting married on the 15th next month.  How crazy is that?  I need a new suit.  So, all my Indy friends, I’ll be down for that.  Might stay through Sunday in case anyone wants to kick my ass, lick my feet, or otherwise enjoy my company and council.

The need to exposit.

// June 7th, 2006 // No Comments » // Brain dumps, Movies

I have had yet another lapse in the frequency of my writing, I know.  Sometimes one just feels like the daily activity of their life isn’t really worth explaining.  Then again, if you’re me, you like rendering out the details like a Carl Sagan novel because one, you’ll read it anyway, and two, I like using words.  If you’ve read Sagan, you know that the [lack of] quality in his writing isn’t so much embedded in thorough character development, or a moving plot, or thrilling exposition.  No, basically he just doesn’t know how to shut up.  He can write a book because he can use words ceasingly, whether or not they or appropriate, or whether or not we even care.  In this regard, I write here because I can.

My parents are visiting this week.  I have to drive to KC Thursday to retrieve them from the hellish transportation nightmare that is MCI.  While it will be good to see them, I loathe driving to Kansas City.  Oh well.  The second verse is that they are here to go to a family reunion which I, by obvious association via the bloodlines, am also bound to make an appearance at.  Let me be clear in stating that I like my immediate family.  The rest…well…I see no reason to pretend to be interested in their lives and happenings any more than I would a stranger.  I keep in touch with who I want to.  You know what?  I could have been on day three of the BAK right now.  That’s how I avoided it last time, it was very convenient.

I have been racking my brain at work over a pretty slick CMS (Content Management System) called Joomla.  Lemme tell ya, it’s something else, that’s for sure.  Very powerful and full featured.   Naturally, however, some of the stuff I need it won’t do natively, at least in this version.  If you have ever done portal development, don’t start with this.  It’s powerful but a pain in the butt.  I’m still trying to convince myself of whether or not this is the one to work with.  Given the options though, I think it is probably the best route.

OOH!  Looks like I might have my old car sold finally.  If so, it’s new TV time baby.  I am really tired of my old POS set.  It’s only like fifteen years old, and the colors only bleed about halfway across the screen.  That’s not so bad, right?  All I watch are movies, but I would still like to be able to really watch and enjoy them.  That’s hard to do when watching the TV is like an LSD trip through a blind man’s eyes.

I made it through a number of movies recently.  The Island wasn’t actually half bad.  Not totally what I expected, but I had heard that ahead of time.  Plus I think I could watch about anything with Scarlett Johansson in it.  Yeah, I’m shameless, wanna make something of it?  Ultraviolet was…crap.  Like bad, drunk, taco-shit crap.  At first I thought:  Hmm…okay, stylized like a comic book, corny dialogue, but I guess it could work….No.  Okay just fuck no.  The dialogue wasn’t corny, campy, comic fun.  It was just bad writing.  And the special effects weren’t stylized, they were low budget.  I tried to convince myself otherwise.  Frankly, I wanted to like it.  But alas, I cannot.  The Producers was also some classic theatrical inspired cinema.  Worth seeing.  Underworld: Evolution was a gamble of my precious time that I felt paid off, and A History of Violence though strange, was worth sitting through.  Trainspotting is good because it’s Scottish.  It’s good for other reasons too, but that’s the main one.  Babies with spinning heads score high points too.  God Ultraviolet was bad.

Surrealism and You

// May 28th, 2006 // No Comments » // Brain dumps

Well, this weekend was a mixture of things.  I’m gonna have to say all good, some awesome, some unexpected, but rolled together, a shockingly welcome departure from the normal.  Mostly it was just this odd mixture of events that seemed, at least to me, a little unexpected.  One might call it surreal.  Except that’s not the right term.  But it made for a catchy subject, so we’re going with it.

I went out to Twisters for the second time Saturday night.  I do have to grant that it wasn’t as bad as the first time.  And Rachel and Amanda were fun to hang with, especially once they were drunk, heh.  Of course, we got out there only to realize that my dumb ass left my ID in my car back in town.  Sometimes my brilliance defies myself.  Or itself…you get the idea, I’m an idiot.

I spent today hanging mostly with Amanda.  Damn good time.  Got some tennis in, even if it was a little on the brutally hot side, and I picked up the director’s cut of Donnie Darko and Mars Attacks.  Best part, I got Donnie Darko for $6.99, which is a damn good deal for the director’s cut.  I forgot just how much of a mind fuck that movie can be.  Awesome.  Ooh, there were also sno-cones at one point, and I found a zen garden at the Dollar Tree for a $1!   They had some other little deals I want to go back for too.

Time for bed.