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| Quote of the Month
"Look! Look! Look at my crotch!" - Tom Servo, Crow, Joel of MST3K

| News Excerpt of the Month |
"NOUAKCHOTT, Mauritania - Herd boys tug at camels' udders, loosing the raw material for a unique, creamy cheese this desert nation's growers hope to place alongside Roquefort and cheddar on the world's crackers." - Associated Press

November 29, 2003 | 9:20 p.m. |Freakin' Family Ruinion.
Bad Idea #133: Calling for a family ruinion during the flu season.

Yes, 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.

It's 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.

I took 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.

Bleh.

November 27, 2003 | 2:55 p.m. | Thanksgiving Cometh
Influenza 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

*hack hack cough cough wheeeeeeeeeeze* Happy Thanksgiving. *wheeeeze*

It's about a month away from Christmas! Yay! :D

Post in my guestbook, you slackers.

November 19, 2003 | 2:32 a.m. |
Today 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 with holidays.

I went 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.
 

Oh, 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.
 

Goodness, I am one tired whelp.

All my people in the crowd, let me see you sleep.

Zzz.

November 17, 2003 | 7:13 p.m. |
Just in time for Thanksgiving, today's headline!

"Turkey Says It Has 'Important Clues' on Bombing"

I love the media.
 

I somehow survived working today.

Zzz.

November 17, 2003 | 9:19 a.m. |
9 consecutive hours of work, and I couldn't get any sleep...

...It's going to be a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng day.

November 17, 2003 | 1:11 a.m. | I'm Working WHAT?
I'm 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.

I only 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.
 

I love ya, Anna.

Sweet dreams to all you troubled minds under the stars. Thank god for pause.
 

Quote of the Day:

"[proposing a toast] To wives and sweethearts... may they never meet."
- Russell Crowe in Master and Commander.

November 16, 2003 | 9:49 p.m. |
I 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 am.

I basically 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
 

If Walter Kronkite were here, he'd probably say something retardedly sophisticated, and then say, "...and that's the way it is."

November 13, 2003 | 1:12 p.m. |
Anna 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.
 

Oh, 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. -_-
 

Yesterday, 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.

November 13, 2003 | 1:57 a.m. | Basically, You're Screwed.
Okay, 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.

So 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.

In 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.

Suddenly, civilization doesn't seem quite so civilized, does it?

Ah, and with this story in mind, I recommend my readers reconsider what they've learned in gov't & economics studies.

November 13, 2003 | 1:30 a.m. |
[5 pizza slices later...]

Oh, god, what was I thinking? Ooogh, the pain. I have a little Italian sausage & onion demon manifesting in my tummy.  It is unpleasant.

I love pizza.

November 13, 2003 | 12:32 a.m. |
Ooh... ooh... ooh ooh ooh oohoohoohooh AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Lower-case-"g"-god, people can be such simians.

November 12, 2003 | 1:13 a.m. |
Why must life's circumstances be such a pain in the ass, for some people?

Nothing to be done, so it is nothing that I shall indulge myself in. God help us all.

Destruction, terror~! And mayhem~!

Kudos to "Video Game Cats" http://www.vgcats.com/.

November 10, 2003 | 8:28 p.m |
You 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.
November 10, 2003 | 12:31 p.m. |
Mmmm, 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 Christmas-oriented films.

Every day should be Christmas. I expect this coming Christmas will be my best one yet.
 

And 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.

November 10, 2003 | 1:31 a.m. |
I don't have much to say today, but I wrote a couplet, just now:

I live to die, and I die to live.
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.

November 9, 2003 | 1:28 p.m. |
I 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 care about.

I still don't belong there.
 

JaCkinbOx 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?

Think about it, won't you?

November 6, 2003 | 1:28 p.m. |
There's 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.

The man appears a little on the crazy side:
 

JaCkinbOx:
Justin - No one who is saved would dare question if Jesus was God, they know Him!

I question, 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 tell. 

I don't 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.

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JaCkinbOx:
Justin - 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. 

Sounds plausible. By "house church," what do you mean?

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Justin the Preacher:
Jackinbox, 

It 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. 

We meet in the simple Bible way. 

It is more than plausible, friend. I don't tell lies, it is the truth!

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JaCkinbOx:
The "simple Bible way"?

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Justin the Preacher:
Yes, in the way the Scripture shows what God wants.

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JaCkinbOx:
For example...?

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Justin the Preacher:
I 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 yours. 

I am not being unkind when I say that, either. It is just the facts.

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JaCkinbOx:
Aha.

What's the big secret?

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JaCkinbOx:
And I'm going to refrain from divulging my secret that you're a kook. You're not ready for it yet.

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As you can see from the recent development, the man is insane.

November 6, 2003 | 2:29 a.m. |
Well, 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.

I'm working for CVS tomorrow night, 5 - 9. After that, I'm absolutely free until at least Monday. Relieving.


November 5, 2003 | 3:01 p.m. |

Well, 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 happy.

I should 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.

Twin Dragons opens at its new location, tomorrow. What a treat!


November 4, 2003 | 3:46 p.m. |

I 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.


November 4, 2003 | 3:14 p.m. |

Well, 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 anything.

I now 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?

November 3, 2003 | 6:14 p.m. |
This 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.

This is the life.

AND my good brother has provided me with webspace on his server. This means I can use PHP code, and whatnot, once I learn it.

November 3, 2003 | 2:19 p.m |
I'd 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.

Pepperoni-ing bastards... Yes, at my job, "pepperoni" is a verb.

It's 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 long.

November 3, 2003 | 9:01 a.m. |
Mom's presently lecturing me about the potential threat of being drafted, in the near future. Yet another plot to... strongly encourage me to go to college. Yippee.

Soon, 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.

November 2, 2003 | 10:54 p.m. |
...And so I begin anew. Much has changed... Very much, indeed.
I've 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 some time.