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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.

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.

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.

So I’m trying to figure this out.  This requires an analogy of sorts.  Don’t worry, I’m good at these.  In fact, I’m like a shark.

Okay, so imagine a bathtub that won’t drain.  Or at least, it drains very very slowly.  It’s full of soap and hair and scum and you know, showery stuff.  That’s how my brain feels at the moment, like a bathtub full of water that won’t drain fast enough.  It impairs my judgement.  At least I really feel that way, like my decision making process is being muddled.  I need an information dump of some kind.  So here goes said dump.  Don’t worry, I flush.

So I started looking into PA equipment.  I also used it as a chance to play with the new Google Notebook.  Definately going to end up sinking some money into this I have a feeling.  But that’s alright.  Oh, and the Notebook works okay.  Could be better though.  I was hoping to catch Steve tonight to discuss some of it with him, but alas, he was not around.

Keeping on the trend of trying new Google things, I tried out Google Pages.  I built a page to sell my old car.  I need to toss some pictures on still, but I can see it’s handiness, even if it is a pretty basic page hosting solution.  Odds are I won’t worry about it once my server is back up.  Which will be soon (this week).

I just can’t shake this weird feeling I have though.  I don’t get it.  Like I’m forgetting something, but expectant and confused.  And I want a pickle.  Could I be pregnant?  I think it is a definate possibility.

Isis has allergies and in just the past couple days has managed to scratch some serious bald spots.  I’m gonna get her to the vet tomorrow, but I don’t know what they’ll be able to do.  One is under her chin, the other is right on her cheek.    It makes me very sad to see her that way.  I have to keep a close eye on her to keep her from scratching, otherwise it’ll never heal.

Okay, I’m gonna try to find something productive to occupy myself with.  Leave me some witty remarks, comments, or messages, because I know if you’ve read this far, you likely need something to do as bad as I do.

Well poo. I am making use of the free wifi at the laundromat tonight. Very nice of them to offer if you ask me. I have been using my new phone for a while now. I like it. I’ve even grown fond of my Bluetooth headset. But where is it now…I have a bad feeling it fell into the washing machine when I loaded it. It was in my front pocket. Then I went to grab it and it wasn’t there. Nor around the table, or between here or the car. Figures.

The tablet PC I use at work is swank. It has a great journal program that displays what looks like notebook paper on the screen, and you can write right on it then. Damn neat for taking notes and such. You can even change pen size and color, or highlight.

I think I decided on a new vehicle. I found a 2001 Lincoln LS. It has a few more miles than I like, but it’s so damn nice. Just waiting on the word on the front ball joints. I knew from the minute I test drove it they were bad, but there is a recall on them too, so the lady is gonna have it looked at and maybe fixed if it is indeed covered. So we’ll see.

Man, I coulda sworn I had more to talk about when I started this thing…