29, 2003 | 9:20 p.m. |Freakin'
Idea #133: Calling for a family ruinion
during the flu season.
27, 2003 | 2:55 p.m. | Thanksgiving
friends, I have today been an unavoidable victim of such stupidity. Ol'
(maternal) granny decided to call for a family reunion. Needless to say,
I was miserable throughout the whole thing. It was littered with a vast
majority of people that I don't recognize, but somehow, someway,
they're related to me. It wasn't a very encouraging sign to find a camoflaged
golf cart sitting in a pickup truck in the parking lot. Cute, but I hate
to think such minds have an association with my bloodline. What do I come
to find in the facility? Three guys I don't recognize, fully attired in
hunting camo. The rest of the crowd were essentially hicks. But at least
my cousins were there, so that's cool.
unfortunate that these are the sort of people who believe the height of
excellent cooking is a green bean casserole and a bucket of KFC Original
Recipe fried chicken.
my meds with me, though, in an attempt to best cope with the relatives.
But I was running on almost empty with my old bottle of cough syrup, so
Dad brought a new one with us. It's a slightly different brand; it has
no alcohol content, unlike the last one. Within 15 minutes of taking the
prescribed dose, I was coughing up a storm so bad that Dad took me to see
a physician before we went home. He didn't even believe I had the flu,
for pete's sake. The whole inspection was a total waste of time. They prescribed
$100's worth of antibiotics for me, which I've insisted on not taking because
I believe it was a reaction to the new cough syrup that set me off.
will be the death of us all. I'm just now recovering, but coughing the
hell out of my throat; Anna, however, is relapsing into the flu. We've
been taking care of each other almost constantly. ;p
19, 2003 | 2:32 a.m. |
hack cough cough wheeeeeeeeeeze* Happy Thanksgiving. *wheeeeze*
about a month away from Christmas! Yay! :D
in my guestbook, you slackers.
felt like a holiday. The weather was somewhat dreary, but the indoors of
everywhere I went seemed filled with that positive aura that I associate
17, 2003 | 7:13 p.m. |
to Essence of Thyme, tonight, to burn time with Laura and Dan before we
were to go to the big band concert at the Porter Center, which was about
75% good stuff.
and I should have a links section up, before long, along with a TetriNET
page I've been developing for a little while... Look forward to it.
I am one tired whelp.
my people in the crowd, let me see you sleep.
in time for Thanksgiving, today's headline!
17, 2003 | 9:19 a.m. |
Says It Has 'Important Clues' on Bombing"
survived working today.
consecutive hours of work, and I couldn't get any sleep...
17, 2003 | 1:11 a.m. | I'm
going to be a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng day.
working 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. at PJ's, this Monday. 9 consecutive froggin'
hours. That's pretty disturbing; I prefer to have loose hours stretched
across the week, basically, but I'll deal. I won't have a terribly loaded
working schedule, between now and Christmas. I intend to make good use
of my time...But I should be more socially available, if anyone's interested.
We'll discuss philosophy over a cup of cocoa. However, seeing that I have
virtually no friends anyway (exempting my Anna, and, of course, Laura),
I suspect it won't make much difference.
16, 2003 | 9:49 p.m. |
have about 7 or 8 hours to sleep, since I try to wake up two hours before
I have to leave for work. I feel more valuable if work isn't the first
thing I wake up to.
dreams to all you troubled minds under the stars. Thank god for pause.
of the Day:
a toast] To wives and sweethearts... may they never meet."
Russell Crowe in Master and Commander.
had about two hours of overdue father-son time, today. Dad and I went to
see Master and Commander. It's essentially your standard sea voyage
movie, but I would recommend it. The acting is superb, and it's a treat
to anyone who's fascinated by clever war strategies; to some extent, I
13, 2003 | 1:12 p.m. |
spent the rest of the day with Anna, Laura, and her new beaux Daniel. (Not
to be mistook for the "Bill" Daniel, God rest his soul.) And I'm fixing
to spend yet more of the night with dearest Anna. We rented a Marx Bros
flick and some "I Love Lucy" episodes (including Harpo Marx). :D
Walter Kronkite were here, he'd probably say something retardedly sophisticated,
and then say, "...and that's the way it is."
has a choir concert, tonight, that I shall be going to... but I forgot
what time it is. I'm not sure Anna mentioned it to me, so I shall be checking
with her on that. Imagine Robert Frost's poems put to music. I know, I
agree, it sounds like a horribly disturbing idea; we shall see.
13, 2003 | 1:57 a.m. | Basically,
and another burden brought about by PJ's has emerged. Ramcell's sent me
a letter informing me that I owe them $94.64 for a bounced check, including
a $20 service charge. This isn't truly my fault, because it's PJ's that
needed to get their act together -- they were giving me paychecks that
they didn't have the money to back it for! However, due to this problem
(which had since spread to the other employees after the first incident
with me), they (PJ's), have resorted to cashing the employees' checks in
the store to assure that we are, indeed, paid. So this should compensate
for any future incidents. Anyway, they damn well better pay for the expenses
at hand. I'm going to need the money, this holiday season. -_-
I finished my last official day of working for CVS. I've switched
to being a "reserve" employee, for anyone who might call in sick. So now
I can focus on my job at PJ's and possible get some more hours in there.
Maybe get some loose work at something else, as well.
I believe it's time for some serious thought. The question of the day:
Just what gives an individual a "right" to have "personal property"? The
simple answer: nothing. The way I presently comprehend it, it's basically
like this: Let's say you're a teenage male or female in your usual American,
middle-class family. You have items in your possession that you were essentially
born with, but then, some years later, a sibling becomes a part of your
family. Naturally, as all children tend to do at some point in their lives,
he/she enters into a selfish stage where he/she is under the impression
that whatever he/she wants, he/she gets. And if he/she doesn't get it,
he/she will do whatever it takes to have it, and he/she will have it only
by the means he/she deems acceptable at that time. The usual method: "WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
This alarming noise expresses severe disappointment or pain. (The first
choice is often the most likely.) The effect of this measure, the child
discovers, brings one or both parental units (the so-called "authority"
of the household) to attention. Predictably, the parents are highly annoyed
by the vocal irritation and resort to the first likely remedy: seizing
your property from you, and giving it to the child. Consequently, the child's
uproar calms down to a whimper and then to an almost concealed giggle.
Your name is now Mud.
13, 2003 | 1:30 a.m. |
let us reflect. Could you have prevented your property from being seized?
Perhaps, but do you have the power to go over the heads of your parents
and assume authority over them? Not likely. It would seem safe to say that
the only way to secure property for yourself is to make it so inconvenient
for interested "thieves" that they don't bother with you. In the example
I've used, the child has done just that. By whining his little head off,
and thereby irritating his/her parents, he/she has it made so inconvenient
for everyone else that he gets his/her way.
the real world, if you decided to start building on open land that someone
else has a "right" to, odds are, you'll be removed by force, if not imprisoned.
Perhaps you could manage "ownership" of the land without paying money for
it, but, as with the example the child illustrated, you have to know when
and how to whine your little head off.
civilization doesn't seem quite so civilized, does it?
and with this story in mind, I recommend my readers reconsider what they've
learned in gov't & economics studies.
pizza slices later...]
13, 2003 | 12:32 a.m. |
god, what was I thinking? Ooogh, the pain. I have a little Italian sausage
& onion demon manifesting in my tummy. It is unpleasant.
ooh... ooh ooh ooh oohoohoohooh AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
12, 2003 | 1:13 a.m. |
people can be such simians.
must life's circumstances be such a pain in the ass, for some people?
10, 2003 | 8:28 p.m |
to be done, so it is nothing that I shall indulge myself in. God help us
terror~! And mayhem~!
to "Video Game Cats" http://www.vgcats.com/.
want to know an excellent way to annoy someone? Go up to somebody on a
really bad weather day, and start singing, "This is the day that the Lord
has made, we shall rejoice and be glad in it." This is especially effective
if you add in a mock-chorus backup.
10, 2003 | 12:31 p.m. |
I love Christmas. The senseless, spiritual sensation of insane commercialism
and materialism; the intimate meetings with loved ones; the cheap, stupid
gifts that go from one hand to the other every year; the commercially charged
10, 2003 | 1:31 a.m. |
day should be Christmas. I expect this coming Christmas will be my best
I have a day off, today. BOO-YAH... But Mom wants me to do some stupid
work on the yard, so I'm not exactly free from all labor. Too bad I don't
get paid for housework. Nobody can really insist to be paid for house work,
because the parent units will give you the "roof-over-your-head" argument
every damn time, no matter what you do.
don't have much to say today, but I wrote a couplet, just now:
9, 2003 | 1:28 p.m. |
I live to die, and I die
Where's the meaning?
What's the give?
I'm not very good with meaningful,
elaborate rhyming, nor have I the time and interest to sacrifice for it.
decided to visit Grace, today. It's really gone down the tubes. The lot
of them appear to be theological and philosophical nod-heads. It's like
a teenagized version of Barney the Dinosaur. Truly disturbing. Furthermore,
the redecorated youth room is horrible fung shui. I felt like I was in
some sort of prison camp. I shan't be visiting again on a whim, foreseeably.
Silly people. Lots of new faces, there, though. However, very few of them
am I familiar with, and what's more, even fewer do I have reason to really
6, 2003 | 1:28 p.m. |
don't belong there.
on Communion. Ever consider
the symbolism of the Communion? The eating and drinking of Jesus' body?
Once you digest Jesus, does that make it holy shit?
about it, won't you?
a new face in christianboard.com, the BBS that I frequent most. He goes
by "Justin the Preacher," and he is a straaaange addition, friends. I'd
like to highlight some posts in a recent thread he's appeared in. What
Hope Do You Have? He comes in on page 2, and continues into page
3, so far.
6, 2003 | 2:29 a.m. |
man appears a little on the crazy side:
- No one who is saved would dare question
if Jesus was God, they know Him!
and humor the possibility of, everything. It's an ongoing process of trial
and correction. Having written a testimony, yourself, I believe you can
understand my meaning. I have gone through the "salvation" process three
times in my life, however. It certainly never made me feel any different.
I just thought I'd share that bit of trivia with you. Never have been baptised,
though; that's more of a symbolic rite than a necessity, from what I can
deny the divinity of Jesus, but neither do I 100% accept it. I humor it,
because I don't know for sure. An unsatisfied faith, but a faith nonetheless.
- I should make the effort to give you
some sort of handle to get hold of; so let's say I am a 'free church' man,
or 'house church' as some would call it.
plausible. By "house church," what do you mean?
means that I am not part of the deadly sermon sandwich formalistic religious
neo-papist yuk that passes for 'Christianity' in most places. I do what
the Lord God says, as revealed in His Word, and by His direct leading;
both of which agree.
meet in the simple Bible way.
is more than plausible, friend. I don't tell lies, it is the truth!
"simple Bible way"?
in the way the Scripture shows what God wants.
am not going to tell you that, Jackinbox. You are an outsider; a stranger
to, and enemy of, Christ. His people's things are for their ears, and not
not being unkind when I say that, either. It is just the facts.
the big secret?
I'm going to refrain from divulging my secret that you're a kook. You're
not ready for it yet.
you can see from the recent development, the man is insane.
we did go and see Matrix Revolutions. (Emma Erbach was there, btw.) The
film was actually rather entertaining. 5 times better than Reloaded was.
Both Neo and Trinity die. Hahahaha.
working for CVS tomorrow night, 5 - 9. After that, I'm absolutely free
until at least Monday. Relieving.
5, 2003 | 3:01 p.m. |
work was a tad on the sucky side, today. I had to stay for an hour and
a half past my scheduled time to leave. Chuck said we were "too busy."
Bullshit. It was slow as hell. But I made $13 today, so I'm more or less
be seeing the premiere of Matrix Revolutions, tonight, with Anna. I'm half-expecting
it to suck, but it will complete my viewing of the trilogy. What I'm *really*
looking forward to is the Peter Pan flick that's coming out. Don't laugh,
you just don't know.
Dragons opens at its new location, tomorrow. What a treat!
4, 2003 | 3:46 p.m. |
wanted to make a few remarks regarding the so-called "rave" at Grace, upon
the recent Halloween. Well, it sucked. The only really amusing thing about
it was their playlist; it had a few good songs. Two of which I relocated
on the playlist while nobody was looking. Teehee.
4, 2003 | 3:14 p.m. |
this is interesting... Apparently I left my glass bottled Coca-Cola in
the freezer too long, and it froze. I felt sure that the freezer wasn't
that strong, but oh well. It tastes okay, so far. Not watered-down, or
3, 2003 | 6:14 p.m. |
have slightly in excess of $200 in my bank account, so I can afford my
expenses for the month. Who wants to be my friend?
is what I call luxury. I have the entire rest of the day to do whatever
the hell I want, Anna's playing my Gamecube, and we've got spaghetti cooking.
3, 2003 | 2:19 p.m |
is the life.
my good brother has provided me with webspace on his server. This means
I can use PHP code, and whatnot, once I learn it.
just like to say that, for the most part, I appreciate my job at PJ's (Papa
John's), but they're fucked up to be having all these paychecks bounce.
They've already screwed up on my second paycheck. Thanks to them, I have
over $30 in service charges from the bank to deal with. Believe you me,
they'll be paying for it.
3, 2003 | 9:01 a.m. |
bastards... Yes, at my job, "pepperoni" is a verb.
been awhile since I checked this bit of trivia: Anna and I have officially
been together, as of today, for 230 days. Astounding that it's been that
presently lecturing me about the potential threat of being drafted, in
the near future. Yet another plot to... strongly encourage me to go to
2, 2003 | 10:54 p.m. |
very soon, I need to go to PJ's to work (supposedly). I apparently printed
out my schedule for two weeks ahead of time, so I'm just kinda guessing
what my schedule for today is.
so I begin anew. Much has changed... Very much, indeed.
greatly missed keeping up with my blog. It was once a significant part
of my routine life... It's pretty much been since I discovered Anna, and
found a job that I've been so preoccupied that it's been difficult to keep
up with my writings. It's ironic, too, because a lot of the stuff I've
done since I stopped writing has certainly been worth recording. I'd fill
hundreds of pages about what I've experienced, if I could even begin to
clearly reflect upon it all... but that's a task I usually find difficult.
Perhaps it'll appear in my entries, bit by bit. At any rate, I hope to
be able to keep this updated. I've been in need of a literary outlet, for