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| Jun. 19th, 2007 @ 04:55 pm Well, at least we can all agree that it's taken too long. | |||
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Current Location: Land of Caps
( because autoplay sucks )Emotional context:  amusedSonic wallpaper: Evils Toy - A Girl Called Bitch ([ DigitalGunfire.com ] - Long Range, Hard Hitting!) |
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| Jun. 18th, 2007 @ 09:00 pm this is gonna be so great! | |||
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Current Location: Land of Caps
FidoEmotional context: happy Sonic wallpaper: Front Line Assembly - Everything Must Perish ([ DigitalGunfire.com ] - Long Range, Hard Hitting!) Bound to be one of the all-time greats. |
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| Jun. 17th, 2007 @ 10:26 pm Irish PSA | |||
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| I saw this in Dublin, and was duly impressed. You wouldn't see something this grafic aired in this country. Too bad. These guys don't fuck about. Speed Kills. |
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| Jun. 13th, 2007 @ 05:38 pm Funniness remembered. | |||
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It could happen... Dolphins Evolve Opposable Thumbs'Oh, Shit,' Says Humanity |
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| Jun. 13th, 2007 @ 02:23 pm Stupid user of the Day! | |||
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Current Location: Land of Caps
Here are the note I logged from a call I had the misfortune of taking.Emotional context: amused Sonic wallpaper: Heimataerde - Die Offenbarung ([ DigitalGunfire.com ] - Long Range, Hard Hitting!) The user was printing on b&w printer, so Powerpoint was removing the images from it's default printing settings. When Powerpoint was told to include the images, the user was upset that they were not printed correctly, and took offense at the news that the fact that it was a B&W printer would have that effect. To have the images printed, the user would have to simply tell powerpoint to include the images when printing, or get a color printer, so they would be included by default. The user was not satisfied with this explanation, called it "baloney", and will be contacting ($name of field tech) for a second opinion. |
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| Jun. 13th, 2007 @ 03:57 am an aside... | |||
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I quote our beloved leader: "And they can try to have their votes of no confidence, but it's not going to determine -- make the determination who serves in my government." Uhmmm ... I find this statement rather chilling. I mean, if he'd said "my cabinet" or "my (something of his)", that'd be fine. But he didn't. I hope to hell it was just a slip, and not of the Freudian variety. I try not to take politics too seriously, but this kinda freaks me out a bit, makes me consider the concept of emigration. I don't know, reality check for me, would you? Is anyone else a bit concerned that the elected leader of a democracy would make such a statement, or is it just me? |
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| Jun. 12th, 2007 @ 10:00 pm Back form Europe | |||
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Current Location: Land of Caps
I did survive the journey. A good time was had by all. The Wave Gotik Treffen was a blast, and my hands are almost healed up, except for my knuckles, which could well take a few more weeks. There was quite a crowd at the Moritzbastei, and I've decided that it is the best goth/industrial venue in the world. Getting over there was a bit of a bitch. Note to self- Never fly NWA again. We got there two days late, after spending some nights in Romulus and London, and having to buy new tickets to Germany from London. See, for some reason, they routed us through Minneapolis as a layover in our journey from Ft Lauderdale, FL to London. We had a three hour layover there, and it was not enough. There was some weather in Minneapolis, so we were routed to Fargo, ND. As we pulled up to the gate at Fargo's airport, I looked out the plane's window at the cows, and got the feeling that things were about to get interesting. Things did not disappoint. We were held up for an hour by the weather in Minneapolis, which would have been ok, were it not for the other three hours we were delayed by the fact that our plane was without a working radar. By the time we arrived in Minneapolis, our plane for London was about 15 minutes gone. They would have held it for us if we had been delayed by an equipment failure, but since it was weather and not equipment that held us up (according to Norwegians With Attitude) they did not have to hold our plane, and so we were SOL. At least they put us up for the night, and got us out on the next flight to London, after only a 23 hour layover. So off to Romulus we went, and spent the night in a rather cool Best Western. When we got up, we had to re-plan our transportation, as our connecting flights between London and Leipzig were now blowed right the hell up. I managed to find us tickets, and we were off. The flight over was pretty good. The plane had these little lcd screens in the back of each seat, with a little remote control. So you could watch movies (some still in theaters) and that was cool. We got to London, and found a hotel, the Bushel and Sack. Not a bad place, but I can't think of it without having to stop myself from calling it the Ball and Sack. Then next day, we made it to Leipzig, and found our Hotel, which was really quite nice. Although two days late, we had only missed the first night of the Festival, which was no great loss, as we heard later that it had been rained out. the city was filled with freaks. The hotel was exceptionally cool, aside from the showers in the rooms, which were also amazing, except for their clear glass walls. When traveling with friends, this is the sort of thing one like to know about in advance. Emotional context: tired Sonic wallpaper: Imperative Reaction - Judas ([ DigitalGunfire.com ] - Long Range, Hard Hitting!) More to follow. |
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| May. 19th, 2007 @ 11:43 am Narne subject. | |||
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Nope. I didn't see this one coming. Not at all. curioushttp://www.thepeacefulwarriormovie.com/ I'm gonna have to get it, of course, I just wonder what it's gonna be like. The book was excellent, but making it into a movie... ? |
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| May. 3rd, 2007 @ 07:44 am Ok. this has _got_ to be a sign of the end times... | |||
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I think the official genre for this is Alternative, but that's just because there's no Acapella Metal category. The group is called Van Canto, and although technically, the fact that they have a drummer might make them not "really" acapella, it's acapella metal anyway. ... and it works! impressed |
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| Apr. 17th, 2007 @ 10:02 pm Not plane nor bird nor even frog... | |||
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| Underdog! oops. |
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| Apr. 2nd, 2007 @ 08:30 pm Stuff, and goings on. | |||
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| First off, my grandmother's memorial service was pretty well done, as such things. The preacher didn't do too much in the way of preaching, which was good because he didn't know her, and didn't try to pretend that he did. There was some singing, and some praying, and some preaching, and then he passed the mic around, so most of time of the service was used by people talking about their memories of her. Then there was some more singing, and another prayer, and soon afterward, cake was served. So yeah. A fine send-off, I thought. I've been busy the last few weeks trying to get the family affairs in order, and won't bore you with the details. Well, I might, but not now. We managed to get all (we hope) of the relevant information to the tax lady, and so now it's just a matter of waiting for her to do the sacred maths, and present us with the bill. None of this was made easier by the perhaps well-intentioned but definitely misguided actions of my aunt, the never-to-be-sufficiently-damned be-yatch who shall remain nameless until the issue is settled, and I can talk all the shit I want about her. She says that she's dropped it, and won't bring anymore, and I could probably record my true feelings about her now, but I'm not sure that she's not going to try to bring more bullshit while my grandmother's estate is tied up in probate, so I'm gonna keep my trap shut as to exactly what manner of bullshit she did endeavor to bring. So, my attempt to quit smoking was going just fine, until my grandmother died... sigh. Oh well. I'll quit again in a few weeks, once all the current big problems have been handled. I managed to get my income tax stuff done, and that will be good, once it gets processed and I get my refund. Also, I found out what needs to happen to get my property taxes paid, and that'll be happening sometime soon, I hope. Also, I managed to get my vehicle registration renewed, before it expired this time, so yay. There's not a lot really exciting going on at the moment, but soon, I think, there will be. We'll have to see how this week goes. |
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| Mar. 24th, 2007 @ 01:45 pm Blaaaaammm! and the bitch goes DOWN! | |||
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Current Location: Land of Caps
Last week, I "worked" on Saturday, and all was well. No calls, no issues, nothing to do but wander around the 'net. This week is a different story. Our networking people have done ... "something" to our internal network. No Active Directory login, no network drives, no exchange server, and no joy. (Yes, it's a M$ shop, damnit) At least I can still access the outside, and although they blocked access to digitalgunfire, the bestest streaming radio on the net, they only blocked access to their site, not the stream itself! Yay, poor attention to detail! Emotional context: busy Sonic wallpaper: [Active] Media Disease - Friends & Freaks ([ DigitalGunfire.com ] - Long Range, Hard Hitting!) In other news, Al is currently having some difficulty getting past the gate agent, on her way down here. I wish I were there, instead of here. But if I were there, the whole situation would be different, a she would likely not be on her way down here, and so the point would be moot. ::sigh:: My little sister in on the case, though, so hopefully things will work out for the best. My little sister, FYI, is a pilot for the airline in question, and is the one bringing Al down here via a magical thing called a buddy pass. I really don't like using buddy passes, because of how you get treated. It's like they think that because you're only paying "cost" for your transit, that the rule of common decency and polite interaction are suspended, and it's ok to be rude and just generally mean. We'll have to see how it plays out. In still other news, My grandmother's memorial service will be held on Saturday, the 31st, at the methodist church in Belle Glade. More about her later. |
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| Mar. 23rd, 2007 @ 03:27 pm Buerocratic Bullshit | |||
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| So the manling got the cellphone he uses taken from him at school yesterday. He shouldn't have had it out, of course. Thing is, they are refusing to give it back to him. I sent them a note, asking for it to be returned. They called me while I was at work, and told me that they would not return it to him; that they would only return it to me, if I came down. But by the time they called, (a few hours after the times I told them I would be available if there was a problem returning it to him) it would have been impossible for me to get there in time, even if I had left work immediately. She replied that it was their policy not to return items to the students until a parent appeared in person to claim the property. I told them that his phone was how I kept track of his whereabouts, and the lady I was talking to said she would transfer me to the principal. So she transfered me to the principal's secretary, who told me the principal would call me back as soon as she was free. That was half an hour ago. I don't think that I'm going to hear back from them, at this point. And so I wonder; does a school have the right to refuse to return my property, even after I have twice requested, both verbally and in writing, for it to be returned? Does/Can the policies of an institution override my right to have my property returned to me? I'll probably never know, but come Monday I'm damn sure going to give them a little hell about it. |
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| Mar. 19th, 2007 @ 07:44 am Narne subject. | |||
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| Grandma's gone. I'm heading to Belle Glade now. The next few days are going to be rather busy, methinks. |
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| Mar. 18th, 2007 @ 09:18 am Am I my brother's keeper? | |||
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I went out last night, to celebrate some good things, and burn off the stress of some bad things. The good things are headed by the fact that my auntie decided to drop her lawsuit against my mother and promised never to do it again, which is cool twice. First and foremost, it is cool because it means that my grandmother will be able to close out her tab at home, instead of heaven's waiting room, as Dorothy would have had it, given her druthers. (The self-righteous bee-yatch would have seen to it that grandma was "properly cared for" in some place with a PC description like "senior care center" or "retirement home") The secondary cool is that the sale of the house across the street from grandma's can finally be completed, which will itself be redundantly cool by virtue of : 1 - the cash from the sale itself, and 2 - the relief of no longer having to manage a rental property in Belle Glade. Additional and unrelated joy is mine by virtue of the facts that I am finding my new job most enjoyable in and of itself, and that I am being rather generously compensated for it. There are more good things going on, but I don't want to jinx myself any more than I already have. So, those are the good things I was celebrating last night. As I said, I also went out to burn off the stress of some bad things. The bad things are really only one bad thing, and that is that my grandmother is dying, and that sucks. It's not sudden or unexpected by any means, but nonetheless, it sucks out loud. She's 96, and so clearly has broken the hell out of the curve, probably when she blew past her life expectancy several years before she even bothered to retire from being a school principal. By any reasonable standard, she's been on bonus time for a decade or more, so the fact that she's burning out so fast now can hardly be called unfair. But again, I digress. I'm not posting about that stuff. I'm posting about what happened at the end of the night. Once Respect's had shut down, I was hanging out out front with Mike, who was working the door, making sure no-one new came in, due to the aforementioned "end of the night". So up staggers this chick, too nicely dressed and middle aged, looking for diversion. She is rebuffed at the door, and takes offense at Paul's advice to get a cab instead of driving home. She flounces off, looking for her car. I do some math, and catch up with her. I walk with her for a while, ostensibly to help her find her car, but actually to get her into a taxi. We meander about for a bit, and I manage to talk her out of her keys. After a while, it becomes clear that neither of us has anything like a viable notion of her car's whereabouts, so I suggest that she take a cab, pointing out that the streets aren't particularly safe after the clubs have closed, especially for a physically attractive, wealthy looking little blonde woman who is clearly inebriated. At that point, she remembers the offense she took the last time such a suggestion was made, and wants her keys back. So this is where it gets interesting, at least from a moral point of view... I can either hand over keys, or not. Since I am also pretty drunk and aware that my judgment is impaired, I recuse my fore brain from the decision making process and go with my gut, which says to get the bitch into a cab ASAP. I manage to keep her keys in my hand while I hail a cab for her, after explaining to her that she's not getting her keys back until she's settled into the back seat of something with a meter and a driver. She's pretty pissed at me for what I'm doing, and understandably so, but there's really nothing she can do about it as she's half my size, too drunk to even walk straight, and aware that getting the cops involved would be foolish in the extreme. I hailed a cab, got her into the back of it, and tricked her into giving the driver her address by mispronouncing the street name, which she couldn't resist correcting me on. (Damn, I'm good.) Finally, I gave her the keys, and headed for my own car, congratulating myself for having done the right thing, and thereby jinxing myself most thoroughly. As I checked both ways before crossing the street (it's always a good idea, damnit, especially just after the clubs have closed on St. Patrick's day), I saw her get out of the cab, and head off down the road. I thought about going after her, but decided that I had fulfilled my duty as a decent human being by getting her into the cab, and having done that, was no longer responsible for her safety. So I walked to my car, and went home. Looking back, I don't think it would have been wise to press the issue, as I could easily have been seen as accosting her, which could have gone all kinds of wrong. Nevertheless, I can't help but wonder about the final outcome. The most likely result, of course, is that she managed to find her car and made it safely home, as drunk drivers usually do. I'll probably never know for sure, and honestly, I don't care enough about her to go to any lengths to find out. But I am uncertain as to what degree I would be theoretically to blame if she was accosted by one of the various bipedal predators who frequent the area before finding her car, or made it to her car, only to cause an accident en route to her home. On the one hand, I did more than one would expect of a stranger in that situation. On the other, I very clearly could have done more when I saw that she had exited the cab, thereby putting herself in the same position as before. I know what I think, which is that I did the right thing both by helping at first, and then by not stepping back in after she decided to leave the taxi. Just out of curiosity, what do you think? Should I have gone after her or not? Also, if it should turn out that she either injured or killed someone or was herself injured or killed as a direct result of my letting her go, do I share some part of the responsibility? |
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| Mar. 17th, 2007 @ 11:24 am A good idea, poorly executed. | |||
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Current Location: Land of Caps
My house mate, it would seem, has a fan. Some mysterious mystery person out there in the great big 'ole world has taken an interest in her emotional well-being, and has been sending her emails via myspace. Nothing weird about that, at all, at all. But, like so many things, it's the content that makes them special, and indicates that the sender is perhaps a bit special, as well. The whole situation is pretty much done with, it would seem, because she (my house mate) finally got irritated enough by the mysterious mystery girl's insistence that they knew each-other and refusal to identify herself that she blocked receipt of myspace messages from her. Basically, someone, using the myspace name "Angie", decided to tattle on me by reporting to my house mate that I was getting both snuggly and wuggly with Emotional context: awake Sonic wallpaper: Dust of Basement - The Final Steps ([ DigitalGunfire.com ] - Long Range, Hard Hitting!) ayalanya. There was even proof offered, in the form of Livejournal entries posted by Al (ayalanya) and, I believe, a copy-paste of conversations between Al and I. (I'm not sure about that last bit, because Scotti deleted them before I got a chance to see them, because she had no interest in them, and because she didn't really think that what my girlfriend and I said to each-other was any of her business. The fact that she has so much class is one of the reasons she's one of my oldest and dearest friends, and one of the only people I trust to live in the same house as my 14 year old son, referred to by me as the manling. But I digress... I can only assume that Angie was (is?) under the impression that my house mate and I are romantically involved, and was endeavoring to serve my house mate's emotional best interests by revealing my infidelity to her. Of course, this was the action of a friend, and not someone just trying to bring some drama to disturb my domestic tranquility. The best of intentions, clearly. But, just as clearly, the worst of research. See, not too long ago, the most wondrous Alanya came down to visit me... at my house ... which I share with the aforementioned "house mate", and was introduced all around. Granted, at such times as Alanya and I were having really ... "really" good sex, we were careful to be as quiet as possible, in an effort to be considerate of Scotti, who's bedroom is next to mine. So it's possible that she was not technically aware of the specific instances of advanced intimate recreation taking place in the next room. Nevertheless, I do believe that she was generally hep to the fact that, at some point (if not several points) during the 3 days Alanya was sharing my bed at our house, and the 2 days she and I spent up in Orlando, there was nookie. Lastly, I would like to say that, while I do appreciate the fact that someone out there has the best interests of my friend at heart, I feel I should offer the following advice, if only in the hopes that the next time they try to bring some drama, it might be a bit more effective. Remember, Angie - research is your friend, as is the application of a bit of deductive reasoning. For example, if the post(s) which indicate that something is going on are freely available to any bozo with a dialup account, one can deduce that the goings on thusly indicated are not meant to be a secret. In the words of my favorite happy bunny, Run along and die now. :-) |
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| Mar. 16th, 2007 @ 08:23 pm If you should call your company's help desk... | |||
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Current Location: salt mines
One of my co-workers here in the land of caps just got his first death threat. I'm so excited for him. The usual causes. A frustrated caller, upset by circumstances beyond his control, feels that he is not being supplied with the degree of assistance he deserves, and so decides that the proper course of action is to motivate the person he's talking to by impressing upon them how strongly he feels about the issue. Naturally, this motivational speech must be memorable, so terms deemed likely to make an impression are used. Terms like "my gun" and "your office", for instance. Unfortunately for the caller, the mindset which engenders such motivational speaking can cause one to forget certain aspects of the situation which, in retrospect, may prove quite significant. Aspects like the nature of his relationship with the organization he's talking to, for one. In this case, an employee/employer relationship. (ouch!) Another possibly relevant aspect could be the fact that he had, only moments before, given his full name and position within the company to the party he wished to motivate. (whoopsie!) Good times! Good times.Emotional context:  cheerfulSonic wallpaper: Rein[Forced] - Waster ([ DigitalGunfire.com ] - Long Range, Hard Hitting!) |
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| Mar. 16th, 2007 @ 07:41 pm A query, a request, but more like a shot in the dark. | |||
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| There is this piece of software I used, way back when I was working for Verio. It was called Smartboard 2000, and I think it is now dead and gone. I'm hoping against hope that someone out there (perhaps one of you e-packrats ... you know who you are) has kept, somewhere, an installer for it. The only one I could find is an ad-supported version that smells like spyware, and gets its ass promptly kicked on every boot. I recall there was a crack available at one time, but no self-respecting warez site would bother to maintain such a thing after this long, at least none that I've found. I am fully aware that my odds of success here suck out loud, but hope springs eternal. |
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| Mar. 12th, 2007 @ 05:05 pm Back from Belle Glade! | |||
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Fun fact - Did you know that if you're going over a hundred miles an hour you have to appear in court? It's true. My court date is set for April the third. Probably didn't help that I told the officer to write fast when I gave him my license and stuff. I was in a hurry, though. See my aunt is sueing my mother for custody of my grandmother. Well, she's not exactly sueing her, but that's what it amounts to. It's all bull, but it's blocked the sale of one of my grandmother's houses, which makes things more of a bitch than they would otherwise be. Anyway, that's relevant because I was halfway there, to pick up Kevin's passport, when I called and found out that Margaret had left her phone there, and that Dorothy had shown up just after she had left... Now, when someone who's suing your family shows up right after your family has left the house, you need to get there with a quickness. Which I did, unfortunately earning myself a speeding ticket on the way. Dorothy left shortly after I arrived. There shall be more comment on the details of that later. The good news is that I remembered to get Kevin's Birth certificate, and now am going to go get his passport photos taken, and I guess actually getting him down to the post office will have to wait until Next Monday... But there still ought to be time. satisfied |
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| Mar. 12th, 2007 @ 11:58 am And we're off. | |||
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Ok. Time to go do stuff. First, go to Belle Glade, and get the manling's birth certificate, so he can have a passport. Without a passport, he'll have to go to Germany in my suitcase, which would be inconvenient as all hell, considering I'm going to want to take my coat. Then on to get his phone fixed, and then, once he's out of school, to the post office to apply for the damned thing. One of these days, I'll get Sera fixed. And, as time goes on, I'm sure these journal entries will become more cogent, as I learn how to write again. ... Dare to dream. working |
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| Mar. 12th, 2007 @ 12:19 am Today. and last week. | |||
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| Today we brought grandma home from the hospital. It was good, because being off her feet for nine days was really rough on her. Once she got to smoke again, she was a bit better. I started a new job last week. I think I'm gonna like it there. It's doing helpdesk tech support for an online university... let's call them... "cap land". What's weird about the job is that I'm the smallest guy on my team. The other three guys are between 6'4" -6'6" and from 250-300 lbs. |
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| Feb. 4th, 2007 @ 02:35 am Narne subject. | |||
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So I make it to Boston in the afternoon of Thursday, having crossed the 48-hour mark for wakefulness and the MA border at about the same time. Managed to find Shady and Adam's house a bit faster than the last time, and knocked on their door. We got the uhaul unloaded as night fell, and the temperature fell alarmingly. I had a pretty bad time of it, as unbeknownst to me, I had managed to become rather severly dehydrated on the way up. I was ok once I got some water in me, though. Then I slept for a while, and the next day unloaded the rest of the stuff and got the trailer back to the uhaul place. More sleeping, and then it was Sunday. At some point that day, I got up, and went down to the RV to do something or other, on my way back in, I saw this incredibly good-looking redhead walking up to the house. I meant to say hello, but for some damned reason, had a hard time forming words. She said "Hi", and so I was saved from embarrassing myself too badly. It turned out that she was Alanya, whom Shady had been meaning to introduce me to. Shady had described her to me as a "really hot redhead" and had done rather a poor job of it, I thought. Then again, I don't think I could do a better one, so it's not her fault. We went upstairs, and there was some chatting and some movie watching, and then once everyone else had gone to bed, She and I had the living room to ourselves. I was all upset because I had to leave around 5 in the morning, to get to PA, for a court thing involving my youngest son, and I was loathe to go. But we had a few good hours (well, better than good, I think) before the appointed time and I tried to make the most of them. Then, it was 5, and I left. I was on the road for about an hour before I checked over the papers, and found out for certain that I was an idiot. My court thing was not until Tuesday, which gave me another whole day and (more importantly) night in Boston. I turned around as soon as I could, and high-tailed it back to Boston. I don't recall ever having been so glad to be a dumbass. I spent the day with Alanya, and then we went back to Shady's place for a while before going out to some club, where a good time was had, and there was even some getting on of the boogie. Usually, when I dance, I don't like anyone near me. I tend to flail about more than a bit, you see, and I would hate to accidentally bruise anyone. But for some reason, I didn't mind dancing with her next to me, and at some points, it even seemed to me that we were dancing together, which for me is unheard of. But hey, it's seeming to me by now that a lot of my "rules" were being ignored when she was around, so what's one more? After the club, we went back to Shady's place, and the details are none of your business, but I will say that when 5 AM came again, I was even more reluctant to depart than I had been the previous morning. Honestly, not too many years ago (like 2), I'd have quickly gathered my stuff, and be moving to Boston by now. Damned maturity (old age), getting in my way like this..... grrr. To be continued, when the events of PA, and my journey back to Eldemar shall be told. |
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| Feb. 3rd, 2007 @ 08:17 pm Made it through Atlanta | |||
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| I left south Florida late Wednesday night, headed for Atlanta, where I was due to pick up the rest of Shadesong's stuff and take it to her in Boston. As I approached Atlanta, a small vibration developed in one of my tires, so I started looking for a place to get the wheels balanced. A few hours later, I found a sears that would do it, or so they claimed. After waiting there for an hour, they sadly informed me that they could not, in fact do this, as their jacks weren't up to lifting the RV I was driving, which is a rather small RV. So they sent me down the road to another Sears, which could. So, an hour behind schedule, I arrive at this new sears, where things go slow... and they finally get the tires balanced, but it turns out that the vibration is caused by one of my tires separating, which means that it'll be dead in a matter of hours. So, now I'm three hours behind schedule, and in need of a tire. It turns out that the tires used by the RV are only made by elves every 3 years in Montana, and are hard to find. Oh, and the guys working at the Sears place went to lunch... So, I wait for them to get back before I ca find out if the place they called for the tires in fact has them. Good news/ bad news. There is a place in town that can get them, but they won't be able to install them until 4 or 5 that afternoon, which will mean that I can't get to atlanta in time to pick up Shady's stuff. So I make use of a yellow pages, and start making calls. A few hours later, I find another place that might have them, So I drive about 20 miles west, to find the place. It's getting near late now, and I might not make it to the storage place in time. I get to the tire place, and he doesn't have the right tires, but he does have something close to them. The tires he has are not the truck tires the RV wants, but are car tires that happen to be the same size. Basically, they are candy-assed versions of the right tire, but they'll work, so I get one on the RV and one for a spare, and get my ass back on the road. I make it to Atlanta in time (around 5) and load all he rest of the stuff into the RV, but with a gimpy tire, and a grossly overloaded suspension system, I'm loathe to drive to Boston. I'm even more loath to go when The candy-assed version I'm driving on blows out. ... ::sigh:: So, I replace it, buy another spare at a sears, and hie my backside hence to a u-haul, which I get to about 10 minutes before they close. The fellow behind the counter makes a joke about how the last customer of the night is always a problem... and I laugh, and he laughs, because he though he was just kidding, see? I get a trailer, and I start loading it with the stuff from the RV, while his assistant starts hooking up the lights. The lights won't work. I help him and his boss with the lights, and intermittently move stuff into the trailer, for the next 2-3 hours. Finally, the lights are made to work, and I get on the road at like 9pm, about 9 hours behind schedule. I made it to boston the next day, and that's were the tale gets interesting. To be continued... |
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| Jan. 31st, 2007 @ 11:29 am ... so I came back. | |||
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Swing low chariot, come down easy. Taxi to the terminal zone. Cut your engines; cool your wings. The poor boy's made it home. And to make a double entendre out of the subject, I'll see if I can manage to make it back to actually keeping a journal updated. ... Once I get some sleep, that is. |
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| Apr. 25th, 2006 @ 11:50 pm Well, that didn't take long. | |||
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I've just finished an email conversation with a corporate headhunter, and it looks like I could be working for one of the people I knew from way back when I worked at Vertigo sometime in the not-too-distant future. Funny how the world works, no? Nothing definite, but there is a meeting/interview scheduled for tomorrow afternoon on the subject, and we'll go from there. curiousBehold! the perfection of circumstance. |
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| Apr. 25th, 2006 @ 09:49 pm Another little step. | |||
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In the quest to buy a house, things are moving along, albeit a bit slowly, but that's just the way this works. Another bit of the financing has been arranged, but there's still a hell of a lot left to do. In other news, I got my resume almost finished, and figured it was good enough to post, so I did. Got an email from a recruiting company about a job pretty quick, so hopefully, there will be more to follow. Also, I applied for my old job at Vertigo, but I don't know what the odds of that coming to be are. I'll have to wait and see on that front, at least for the time being. As for the renovation of my current house, that's coming along nicely. The roof repairs are completed, and three of the six doors have been done. Next will come the kitchen, followed by the bathroom , and then it'll be nearly done. Tonight, I'm gonna finish up the beach house flyer, and make up a few to be sent out. But first, there's a Hellraiser movie that needs watching. hopeful |
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| Apr. 9th, 2006 @ 07:20 pm good news | |||
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Emotional context: happy-sleepy
My offer was accepted. the house is no longer on the market. Soon, it shall be mine! And by, "soon", I mean hopefully, probably, sometime in early July. Right now, I am sleepy, as I just got in from Ft Myers, where there was cleaning and repairing a-plenty. Not a bad day's work, except that it started around midnight last night, when we left for Ft Myers. Got there around two AM, and got to work. That's ok, except it was the day after my birthday, so I had already scheduled a hangover for that time. ::sigh:: But at least I'm back at my place again, the animals have been fed and stuff, the groceries have been put away, and I'm gonna go spend some quality time with my poor, neglected Tivo before tottering off to bed. Oh yeah, and they accepted the offer! |
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| Apr. 7th, 2006 @ 03:10 am A worthy application of brains | |||
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Ok, one mystery has been solved, and now life can go on. One time when I was walking into Epcot, I looked up at the geodesic sphere of spaceship earth (anyone who feels the need to point out that it's "actually" a geosphere is in dire need of something... something I simply can't provide) and wondered how big the golf club would have to be. That was a month or two ago. Just fifteen minutes ago, I managed to remember the question while I was near my computer, and thereby the infinite wisdom of Google. As it turns out, The golf club would have to be 4197 feet, 6 1/2 inches tall, or a bit over three-quarters of a mile. The person swinging this club would be 7321 feet, 5 inches tall, or just shy of a mile and a half. So I was inordinately pleased with myself at having solved such a profound mystery, but not for long. Within minutes, a new mystery, albeit of a different sort, had taken it's place, thanks to the fine and perhaps a bit left of center folks at the Learning Channel. Before tonight, I was a big fan of the Learning Channel. But just a few minutes ago, I was surprised, and pleasantly so, to find that they have exceeded themselves yet again. I was channel surfing around on my little tivo thingie for a few minutes between shamelessly stealing from the struggling and hard beset movie industry via my partner in crime, E-mule, and snatching the rear brake rotors out of my car. On my way past the learning channel, I caught the tail end of an ad for a new show they're putting on. At some point in the future, I'm sure I'll find out what this new show is actually about, but I hope it doesn't happen too soon, because I'm having a great time letting my imagination frolic and play with the possibilities inherent with a show called, "Honey, We're Killing the Kids". ... You know, there really isn't anywhere a post can go from there... hrmm.Sonic wallpaper: Nena - Carpe Diem |
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| Mar. 16th, 2006 @ 05:24 pm Not long for this town. | |||
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With any luck, I'll be moving into a house in West Palm before the summer ends. My son is in dire need of a decent school, and there simply are none of those out here in Belle Glade. I've got a list of properties that seem to be roughly what I'm looking for. Basically, a three bedroom house in a decent neighborhood for around 300k. That's more house than my son and I need, but the place is also going to appreciate like mad, so it's a good investment, I think. So far, the plan is to sell the my current house in Belle Glade, and use the money as one hell of a down payment on the new place. Hopefully, that'll do happy things to the interest rate and monthly payments. At least that's my plan. I've gotten in touch with the realtor Sonic wallpaper: Leonard Cohen - Is This What You Wanted?  Spring Dew used for her place, and the ball is rolling. In the next few days, I'm gonna go over to west palm with the list of potential domiciles, and drive by them to get a better feel for the houses and their respective neighborhoods and shorten the list. Ideally, I'd do this tomorrow, but I've got to work at the Dolly Hand from 7 in the morning until sometime that night tomorrow. And that's enough writing for now. Time to go do things to my resume, as it's getting close to time to get once again, a regular source of income, something bankers are likely to appreciate. |
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| Dec. 27th, 2005 @ 10:36 pm windows question | |||
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| anyone know if it's possible to reinstall xp without losing all the data stored in a software raid 1array?... just wondering |
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| Dec. 8th, 2005 @ 12:41 am ps | |||
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| and by the way... I've started posting on LJ again, but I've not yet resumed reading my friends page. just FYI |
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| Dec. 2nd, 2005 @ 09:27 pm i think i remember how this works... | |||
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finals and the last project of the semester is due, and soon. I have to get to work on those. so naturally I'm going out tonight. Hrmmm... maybe i don't really remember how this journal thingie works after all... I'll have to practice some more, i guess. amused |
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| Nov. 30th, 2005 @ 11:36 pm fyi | |||
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I`m not dead yet. |
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| Jul. 7th, 2005 @ 10:02 pm Narne subject. | |||
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Oh I see Queen Mab hath been with you rampantSonic wallpaper: wait for it ... She is the ferries midwife And she comes in the shape no bigger than an agot-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman Her Chariot is an empty hazelnut Made by a joiner squirrel or an old grub Time out of mind the ferries coach-makers Her wagon spokes make of long spinners’ legs Her cover of the wings of grasshoppers Her traces of the smallest spiders’ web Her collars of the moonshine’s watr’y beams Her whip of cricket bone lash of film Her waggoner a small gray-coated gnat Not half so big as a round little worm pricked from the lazy finger of a maid And in this state she gallops night by night through lover’s brains And they dream of love O’er courtiers knees and they dream on curtsies straight O’er lawyer’s fingers who straight dream on fees O’er ladies lips who straight on kisses dream Which the angry Mab with blisters plagued Because their breath with sweet meats tainted are Sometimes she drives over a courtier’s nose and he dreams of smelling out a suit Some times she comes with a tithe-pigs tail tickling a parson’s nose as he lies asleep And he dreams of another benefice Sometimes she drives over a soldier’s neck And he dreams of cutting foreign throats Of breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades, of healths five fathom deep And then anon drums in his ears at which he starts and wakes And thus being frightened swears a prayer or two and then He sleeps again Oh he sleeps again This is the very Mab that plates the mains of horses in the night And bakes the elf-locks into foul sluttish hairs Which once untangled much misfortune bodes This is the very hag that when maidens lie on their backs She presses them and learns them first to bear Making them women of good carriage This is she True I talk of dreams which are the children of an idle brain Begot of nothing but vain fantasy Which is as thin a substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind That woos even now from the frozen bosom of the North And thus being angered puffs away from thence Turning his side to the dew-dropping South I talk of dreams I talk of she |
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| Jul. 3rd, 2005 @ 12:19 pm Cultural Observations | |||
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| I have noticed some of the cultural differences I had been expecting. I've noticed technological and organizational differences. Here's some of them. The bathrooms are a lot more private over here, for one. The doors are full doors, and the wc has it's own little room, as opposed to a stall. The showers have two knobs, as one expects. But they do different things. One controls the temperature, and the other controls the volume. A better method, I think. the food and desserts especially are generally not as sweet as their US counterparts, but they taste just as good, if not better. People seem to have a smaller personal space here. The trains in Germany are simply on time. If the timetable says it's leaving at 10.40, then forward motion commences at that time, to the second. Smoking areas are more common by far. In France, the people are not rude so much as indifferent. The customs guy simply did not give a damn. The reputation for rudeness comes, I think, from the fact that their manner of speaking is more direct, and they do not conceal thier body language and bearing as much as we're used to. The content of the conversation and the words they're saying are not offensive, but if they think you're being an idiot, this will be evident in their bearing and facial expression. It's important to note that this does not affect their willingness to offer assistance or service, they just don't make as much use of the polite screen on their mood as Americans seem to be accustomed to. The Goth scene in England was quite friendly, as seemed to be knit more tightly that any of the scenes I've seen in the us. Granted, I was only there for one night. They were also more open and welcoming than I had been expecting. Which was cool, as I was expecting them to be pretty welcoming. The people in Ireland were quite friendly, on two occasions even approaching us to offer advice if we seemed confused. As for driving, in Dublin, pedestrians in the road are apparently fair game. if you're on the sidewalk, you're safe. In the crosswalk with the light in your favor and all is well. If you should stray into the road without a crosswalk or against the light, it's "game on". In England, they more faster, but seem to be skilled enough to handle it. Kinda like LA. in France, they don't seem to really give two hoots about what the lights have to say. If you've got space to cross, go. The cars can't be counted on to stop just because their light turns red, however, they also don't seem to be as eager to collect points as Dublin drivers. In Germany, there is the most slack given all around. the people abide by the lights, and the cars do, as well. Granted, the safety margins seem to be a good deal thinner here than in the us, but hey, it seems to work, so good on them. More surprising than the differences, though, are the similarities. People here are still basically as people anywhere else. social strata seem to be the same as elsewhere. Cliques and circles have about their same places and structure. One can easily spot the relative positions and international counterparts of the ones back home. people here are just as distrustful of strangers as everywhere. People here are neither better or worse than anywhere else. The big cities are generally the same as big cities in the us. Homeless and wealthy, druggies and nuns, taxi drivers and tourists. Bars and churches still do the same things. Cemeteries and carwashes are seen no differently here than elsewhere. Subways have turnstiles which are occasionally jumped. Friendly waiters get tipped better than mean ones. If someone steps on your foot, they'll likely apologize. Traffic jams have honking horns, and statues have pigeons and museums have lines and bars have drunks and gutters have trash and churches have faithful and the unfaithful and green means go and red means stop, and a screaming child means an unhappy parent, and that is the way of the world. It's just neat, I think, how much stuff isn't different at all, no matter where I've been. |
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| Jul. 3rd, 2005 @ 12:10 pm Chapter the second... still no pictures. | |||
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| We got off the plane in the London/ something-or-other airport. After collecting our various and assorted sundries, we got a bus to the "real" London, where things got interesting. Mike had lived in that country before so we made him chief. After making it into the city proper, we set about looking for a place to sleep and stash our stuff. The short version is that it took us four hours to do this, and the long version is too painful to relate. No, not really. Here's how it went down. We took the tube to the approximate center of the city, and started looking for a place to stay so we could dump our packs and make base camp. On Mike's recommendation, we targeted a YMCA that was reputed to be a high-end hostel, with rooms for small groups, as opposed to the "claim a spot on the basketball court" type. Apparently, people that stay at the YMCA don't often take cabs, because the cabbies did not know how to get there. Well, at least not the first 5 we talked to. Finally, an address was found for the YMCA, and we were delivered there. It was booked to capacity, due to some music festival thing going on, so Nonym and myself guarded the stuff while mike and rick went in search of other places to stay. They came back a while later with the good news and another while later, we were checking in to our new digs. As it was too early to actually get into the room, we dropped off our stuff and went for food, which turned out to be truly spectacularly good food, as had become the norm so far. I can safely say that I have had one of the truly great hamburgers of my life now, right up there with those two in Mexico. After the eating, we came back to hotel, and checked in for real. Funnily, the rooms we got were significantly different from one another, despite the similarity of their prices. The room I shared with Nonym was palatial compared to the one claimed by Rick and Mike. Their room had two beds against opposite walls, with about 2 feet of space in between. The bathroom was closet-sized, with the door placed about 10 or so inches in front of the toilet, making it impossible for anyone over 5'8" to be seated without pulling up their legs so their knees did not hit the door. Ours was a three passenger room, and had about three times the volume of their 2 sleeper. It was actually funny how great the disparity was. Rick saw fit to address the issue with the clerk, and this was good, because they were able to have a three passenger room for themselves, making things fair, and all happy. Once this was done, we went out to Slimelight, and a good time was had. While at Slimelight, I tried to track down Psyche, as that was her known haunt. I was told that she had left the country the week preceding. ... "sigh". But at least the Slimelight rocked. Great music, strong drinks, we even found the other room, where the "hard" stuff was being played. I wish we had had more time to play, I would love to become a regular there. The next morning, I was surprised, nay, astounded to find that I was not hung over in the slightest. Considering the amount of alcohol I'd consumed, I ought to have been solidly fucked up. Something like 4 or 5 shots of tequila, and 3 or four bacardi breezer-lookin thingies. Followed by a ride to the hotel that also qualified as a ride in the carnival sense of the word. The cabbie was clearly an ex-racecar driver who had been forced to retire for mental health reasons. Luckily, I was ploughed and so enjoyed the ride immensely. At one point, referring to cab driver as an "artiste of velocity". Nonym does not drink, and so was not in the proper frame of mind to really appreciate the intricacies of the experience. Hence, she spent the majority of the automotive slalom course in the fetal position, making small and squeaky noises. National gallery stories later. Like now. Well, actually there aren't any stories about the national gallery. We went there, we saw a lot of cool things, we were not allowed to take pictures of any of them, and we left. There was a bit of an adventure, when a miscommunication got me separated from the group, but we did find each-other in the end, and all was well. After the gallery, we went to the Texas Embassy, which was a restaurant nearby, and had some drinks. There was supposed to have been food, but we were moved to another section, and our food order did not follow us. The wait staff was sorry and so our drinks were comped. So, no food, but free drinks. I guess it worked out. We made it to the London museum the next morning, and started seeing the sights. There were many many pictures taken, and we got to experience the most polite and gentle fire alarm in the world. According to the security guard, the tones we heard repeating meant that there was a fire alarm in another section that had gone off, and we were in no trouble at that time. However, if the repeating tones became a constant tone, we would have had to get the hell out as fast as our little legs could carry us. So naturally, at this news, we started taking pictures as fast as we could, in case the worst came to pass, as we had to high-tail it out of there. The worst did not, in fact, come to pass, and all was well, except for the low quality of some of the rushed pictures. When we left the museum, we went to the tower of London, and got the guided tour. I feel that I should at this point reveal a state secret of the British Empire. The tower of London is not, in fact, a tower. It's more like a few interlocking castles with some pointy bits in the middle. The tour guide was really cool. Both witty and informative. it was fairly clear to me, and I think to all of us that he was one of those rare tour guides that actually enjoys their work. Many pictures were taken there as well. I think that about covers our adventures in merry old London... There was not time to record things our first day in Paris. Mostly, this was because it sucked in oh so many ways. We got from the airport to the hotel in reasonably good time. The cab fare was kinda steep, but that's no biggie. Getting through customs was no problem. The fella manning the checkpoint was possibly the most intensely bored being in existence, sentient or otherwise. Seriously, I've seen trees with greater agility and drive. He didn't ask for the passports, he didn't give a damn if we had anything to declare, hell, he didn't even look up. He just waved us through as if we really weren't worth his time to speak to, much less inquire as to a damned thing. God bless french indifference! We were all pretty drug out from the trip, and having to be up at 3:30 that morning to make the flight out of London something-or-other airport. We got to the hotel, a little place called Chantalou or something, which, I think was actually a suburb of euro-Disney, whose form could be made out against the horizon. Disney ... maybe next time. Once we arrived at the Hotel, we learned that we would not be able to check in until 4.00 that afternoon. We discovered this at about 09.00. However, they were nice enough to let us drop off our bags. We did that, and proceeded toward Paris proper, where hilarity did ensue. Interesting side note about Paris; you know how here in the states, Sunday is the general "day off" for most places? Well, in Paris, it's Tuesday that everyone likes to chill out. Maybe it's a cultural thing, and they do their drinking Monday night? I don't know. We had a hard time deciphering the french mass transit system, and still were not even close to correct. I think they make it confusing on purpose. We spent several hours wandering around Paris looking for the catacombs, after discovering that the money changing place was not going to be open until 2.30. Nonym was miserable from the cold and the stress of the trip. Oh yeah, did I mention that in Traveling from London to Paris, i.e. several hundred miles closer to the equator, the temperature dropped about 20 degrees? No? .. It did. So anyway, she had a joy-free zone going on, for several good reasons, which was upsetting me sympathetically. Rick and Mike were both just tired and chilly from the stomping about and the early morning, and we were all well past frustrated at out seemingly inexplicable lack of ability to find the Catacombs. C'mon, they're the fucking CATACOMBS for crying out loud. One of the most famous things about Paris, not to mention cover a hell of a lot of area. Finally, after much hardship, at last, we found the catacombs. This was only made possible with the aid of the single polite Frenchman in the city, and (surprise!) they were closed for renovation, until next month. ... ::sigh:: After that rigorous beating at the hands of Murphy, we went back to the hotel for a nap before dinner, and ended up sleeping for the night. We woke up this morning, had breakfast, which was pretty good, and then hopped a train back into Paris to see the sights, and find a place to do some laundry. At some point the next day, we ended up taking a little rest on a big lawn in between the Eiffel tower and some other really cool looking building which we suspected might have been the Louvre. Mike is laying down. I'm typing this, and Nonym is taking pictures of random stuff. ... like us. It's kinda pleasant here. So far, we've seen the inside of the Paris metro, the arch de triumph, and the Eiffel tower. Now we have the Louvre and Notre dame left to go to complete our Paris agenda. This morning, we had breakfast at McDonalds, which had within it, a real-life honest to god "McCafe". It was funny, and the cashier was one of the most spectacularly beautiful women I've ever seen. Me, being the dumbass I am, got a picture of the McCafe, but not the hot chick. |
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| Jun. 17th, 2005 @ 09:28 pm The trip, part one. | |||
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I have made it safely back to the US, after 2 weeks in Europe. Here's the first bit of the tale. accomplishedSonic wallpaper: The Dust Brothers - 16-This Is Your Life ( Chapter the first ) |
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| May. 25th, 2005 @ 07:53 am Tonight on Fox ... "When Star Wars Fans Attack!" | |||
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| I wonder if they specified their religion as "Jedi" in the last UK census... |
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| May. 24th, 2005 @ 04:24 pm Why it rocks to be a porcupine | |||
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Emotional context: silly
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| Apr. 17th, 2005 @ 08:32 pm The trip ... chapter the first. | |||
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I left my house at around noon and headed for the first stop, Jacksonville. Orlando had been rescinded for some damned reason, which made things a bit easier scheduling-wise. I got to Annikes'es house around 5 or 6 and discovered that she wasn't there. Turns out, she'd been spending a lot of time over at her folk's place. Her roommate had their number, so I called and told her that I was in town. She came over, and there were joyful greetings, happy birthday type stuff, and shortly thereafter we went to see Sin City. (Sin City positively rocks, by the way, especially "Captain Testosterone", played by Mickey Rourke. Also, I dare you to tell me that the psycho-cannibal Erik was not Harry-fucking-Potter. ... aka, "No Frodo, Noooooo!") After Sin city, we went back to her place for a few hours, until it was about midnight-ish and time for me to continue upon my merry way.  busySonic wallpaper: Nine Inch Nails - The Collector I picked up a hitchhiker on the way, named Simian, and had a pretty solid conversation on life and the sexes, and the interesting ways the two screw each-other up. There will be a picture of Simian in my next installment. I arrived in DC later that afternoon, and made my way to the hotel which was an adventure in and of itself. I got myself checked in and set up camp in room 777, which I thought was pretty cool to get for a room number. That's when things got interesting, aka "went horribly wrong". See, the whole reason for this trip was to pay off a one-drink bet I'd made with velvetslade half a year before and as it turned out, had subsequently lost. I know it seems a slim reason to drive a thousand miles, but hey, it was my birthday, so I figured could use any damned reason for a road trip I wanted to. See, traveling stupidly great distances for extremely petty reasons is the sort of insanity that I have a taste for. Besides, I had the time to spare and quite frankly, I'd rather remember doing something like that for my birthday than just having a party, which any fool can do. (Aha! I'm not just any fool!)More to follow... |
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| Apr. 15th, 2005 @ 03:52 pm Awake, Aware, Alone. | |||
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Oddly enough, how I prefer to spend my mornings. The "alone" bit is because I'm usually grumpy in the AM, and am fit company for neither man nor beast. For some reason, Squeak doesn't seem to mind, so she's OK. I suppose I ought to get my hindquarters in gear, and tell the tale of my recent trip to parts north. But priorities must be observed, So I shall first shower and eat, then catch up on email and LJ, and save the serious posting type stuff for when I've taken care of the other stuff. But soon. Very soon. Oh yeah, and happy birthday to Sonic wallpaper: clickety clickety of the keyboard's keys boggyb and dragon_fly_gurl. Boggy was a few days ago, and dragon_fly_gurl's is tomorrow. I'm likely going to wish boggyb happy birthday in person, albeit a little belatedly... like, June. But that's another story. |
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| Apr. 11th, 2005 @ 04:14 pm Let's get ready to SNOOOOOOOOORE!!! | |||
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Swing low chariot.Come down easy. Taxi to the terminal zone. Cut your engines and cool you wings. The poor boy made it home. ... details of the trip to follow once slumber's fog has lifted. |
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| Apr. 8th, 2005 @ 05:14 pm made it! | |||
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the first few legs of the journey have been completed. I arrived whole and reasonably sane at the Washington Mariott, made camp, and got Jezebel online. Next, comes the super-fine task of discovering what wonders there are to behold once the grey drippy sky becomes a black drippy sky. Any DC people planning on hitting the town this eve, perchance? curiousSonic wallpaper: Unknown Artist - angels never learn |
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| Apr. 7th, 2005 @ 10:35 am Narne subject. | |||
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| Apr. 7th, 2005 @ 09:39 am P.S. | |||
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Oh yeah, nearly forgot. ... Everyone should wish me a happy birthday. ... Just 'cause it'd be cool. cheerfulSonic wallpaper: Sisters Of Mercy - Torch |
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| Mar. 31st, 2005 @ 04:16 pm Blatantly and smahelessly nyoinked from yendi | |||
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| ... Because I agree completely with every word, and am somewhat ashamed that I did not think of it before he did. <nyoink> Okay, I freely admit that I don't get NASCAR, or like it, even. But I do know two things about it: 1. It's an insanely popular event that's only gaining popularity. and 2. It's perhaps the epitome of product placement, with each competitor a full-fledged advertisement for one major company. With this in mind, I ask you, why the hell hasn't DC Comics sponsored a car? I mean, really, can you just imagine seeing The Batmobile in a race? I might actually tune in. And, while I'm at it, their corporate partner, Cartoon Network, could sponsor the Mach 5. </nyoink> |
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| Mar. 27th, 2005 @ 07:45 am Hell, if it works ... | |||
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| Mar. 2nd, 2005 @ 03:47 pm OK, it's time to leave the country. | |||
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| Maybe I ought to move up my plans for emmigrating to Norway. I hear they have freedom of speech there. Well, not officially, but that's gotta be better than the country this happened in. Student Arrested For Terroristic Threatening |
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| Feb. 18th, 2005 @ 07:06 am Narne subject. | |||
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| I hereby swear off all that "good-is-good-and-bad-is-bad" bullshit. I'm tired of trying to help. I'm tired of trying to alleviate suffering. I'm tired of trying to show people that honesty is better than deceit, that communication is better than power, and most of all, that love is better than safety. It never was my place, anyway. I give up. There. It's official. I fucking give up. |
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