|7:34 PM|
Dammit. I just heard what sounded an awful lot like a gunshot. I'm staying away from my windows for a few minutes to be on the safe side. It didn't sound like a car backfiring, and this is Texas. Though, since this is Texas, if that was a gunshot I should have heard some return fire. Oh well.
The people downstairs are blasting some kind of dischordant awful music that is Bass heavy. It'd be fine if it was rythmic, but this crap sounds like someone trying to start a weedwacker with a jackhammer. I should turn on my sound system and make them pay for their sins. Nah, I'd be the one to catch crap from the apartment complex. I just wish these idiots would play something decent.
Back to cleaning. I'm organizing all the books that should be on shelves. I'm using my massive, dangerous, steel shelves to hold them[the books] but to have any semblence of order I'm having to put the books into cardboad boxes before placing them on the shelf. Oh my, life be my wild mistress.
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|4:09 PM|Oh, good, I swapped the posts Damn you Sulzanti. This madman who sometimes goes by Sulzanti gave me a link to Digitally Imported and compelled me to click on the eurodance Link. Now I've got this damn music playing through my speakers and I can't stop.
I have assembled my kitchen table, cleaned out several boxes of old computer junk, deposited my paychecks, reassmbled speakers I thought were dead, and I'm working on some excersise equipment. It feels so good to not be sick as a dog anymore. At least, I'm feeling much better, I'm still sniffly. Sniffly is so unmasculine. I would have put up "my" whiteboard, but according to the stud sensor I'm using, my walls are nothing but deadly electrical wires and 2 inch wide studs. It makes things tough. This damn Eurodance makes me want to bop around my house in a rythmic fashion. It's distressing. later today I'm going to see about Vidcapping some interesting things off my videocamera. Oh! I ordered "Rejected" from Bitter Films and I highly suggest you do the same, Reader Person. "Mah spoon is tooo biiiig!"
|3:44 PM|
Vorpal and I went to a going away party for a former boss of mine, and a until today a current boss of his. It was such a big party piled around a table that conversation was impossible. What didn't help was that I didn't know two thirds of the attendees. I followed Vorpal up to the bar where we ran into the woman friend of a coworker. Vorpal and I spent most of the evening with the coworker and this woman, and we were all being horrible dorks. I think it was to test how geek tolerant she was, as anyone I, or for that matter Vorpal, would date would have to be incredibly geek tolerant. I mean, I still avoid truly dorky things like science fiction conventions and naming my cat "Darth" but I play videogames, I watch bad sci-fi and horror movies, and I work in Information Technology. I don't need a big tattoo on my forehead for anyone to know that I'm a big dork.
This post is a bit out of order, I wanted to update about last night, but then I went and updated about today first. Hmmm, I wonder if I can swap them...
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Friday, January 04, 2002
|3:18 PM|
It's all so unreal. I'm looking at my wallet, at my task list, at my phone. It's the weekend. 2 hours from now and I'm free for 2 days. So many tasks to complete and I don't want to whine, but the illness is making things rather difficult to take seriously. In these situations, I used to push myself to the absolute limit, go out, chill out, run around, eat like I was healthy, act like I was healthy. In particular I remember an evening where I went out with friends for a movie and dinner despite having a temperature of over 100. I paid for that one, I had to be helped out of my chair at the end of the night, and I spent the next 12 hours completely out of it. Since then I've learned to not be an idiot. I was young and foolish, now I'm just foolish.
I did manage to get a couch yesterday. For free, from a friend who is moving. Who am I to argue with a free couch? All I have to do now is cover all the enormous rips in it with some kind of cover. I'm thinking enormous garbage bags or perhaps paper towels.
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|1:33 PM|
I thought today was Saturday, so confused was I by fever. I got a call at 8:30am from a very understanding supervisor, and I explained that I was damned ill. He said it was okay, that I could come in later today if possible. So, after a shower and a handful of increasingly ineffective medication, I am at work. My boss is very understanding.
Of course, within 10 minutes of my arrival here at work, both of my co-workers have found reasons to flee the office, so I am totally alone here. I should abuse the color laser printer somehow. Nah, if I did that then my boss would make me pay for a new photoconductor or some damned thing.
Blah Blah Blah. My face feels like a concrete mask and my muscles aren't getting the workout they need. But I did have plenty of time to think when I was stuck in bed, and something occured to me about human development. After we leave the house, how do we become more mature? At this point, the things making me grow more mature are a steady increase in bills, and responsibilities at work. But I don't think that's quite enough. Though I've come extremely far in terms of development since I struck out on my own, I think I'm beginning to slow down. I guess I just need to go take on some more responsibilities.
Note: Eat well today, giving blood soon. That is, if I can get above 145 pounds anytime soon.
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|12:04 AM|
Well, I'm doing a little better. But I'm still sort of drifting in and out of reality. My dreams are very mechanical, lots of large objects moving ponderously about as if filled with an inner purpose.
I should find a thermometer. From my own feelings, I can tell that my fever is still here, but getting better. I hope I'm getting better, but that could just be the fever talking. I should get a shower.
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Thursday, January 03, 2002
|8:13 PM|
I walked out of Vorpal's apartment and felt more confused than I ever have. I honestly didn't know where I was in relation to my apartment, or even if I was still in the right complex. It was about as awful a feeling as I can recall, before medication that is. I turned in place a couple times and started moving. I immediately remembered where to go and how to get there, and the feeling only lasted a few seconds, but it was very off-putting.
My little site thing claims that I just hit 1,000 visits. Since I started using it only a months or so ago, it certainly isn't the full count of visitors to the front page, but I like the milestone nonetheless.
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|6:34 PM|
The following was in an instant messaging window. This is something I really don't want to wake up to, especially when I'm sick.
MyBoss:WHERE ARE YOU? MyBoss:WHERE ARE YOU? MyBoss:WHERE ARE YOU? MyBoss:WHERE ARE YOU? MyBoss:WHERE ARE YOU? MyBoss:WHERE ARE YOU?
MyBoss has signed off at 9:42 AM
So, once again I'm late to work due to illness. I called in and they probably didn't fire me but I had to skip the rest of the day until my sickness ebbed enough. Now I'm going to go take a look at Vorpal's new pad. I plan to crash his parties as often as possible, but since I'll bring booze I'm sure he won't shoot me until the third gate crashing incident.
In drug related news, my father has stopped receiving the drug samples I used to rely on so heavily for my self medication needs, so that's a drag. And those damn drug companies are so STINGY. 4 sudafed to a package? What the hell? What about the speed freaks in the populace? I'm used to the best!
|2:19 AM|
I'm clearly a bit sick at the moment. It's probably just an infection brought on by the recent drastic switch in temperature and the need for my furnace. It happens every year around this time. At least it didn't happen while I was travelling, though that's when disease used to make it's appearence in any big way for me. Man, I just realized I was sick a lot more often this year. I'm not sickly, I guess I just travelled so damned much. Hopefully my immune system is stronger now.
Hopefully I can get to work tommorow. Seeing as I fell asleep right as I got home today and now just woke up, I don't know what is going to happen on a couple hours when I need to go back.
|2:25 PM|
Holy Crow. I'm going to be 22 in just over 2 weeks. How the heck did that happen?
It is my belief that anyone who disables the "greeting message skip" button on their voicemail and then proceeds to have a 2 minute long greeting message liberally sprinkled with pauses, hums...ums and other verbal tics that I am forced to listen to every time I leave a message for them should be shot in the genitals and then fed to ants. From there, I would prefer they be sent to Hell for a couple of Eons, but that's just a request.
|2:21 PM|
From someone else's page:
I have thirteen messages in my inbox, and while most are from Cecil, I'll try to respond to all in a timely fashion after my nap. I don't really know how this happened. And she's not kidding, as far as I can tell I sent like 7 messages before I started wondering why there had been no replies in 48 hours. I was pretty sure I should stop emailing, since it was entirely possible I had offended her with a link to the "Rah Rah Rasputin" song or a ridiculous rap song pieced together from a text to speech application and old System Shock 2 sounds. Well, at least I didn't write a couple 30 pages monster emails. I think most of them are links.
To get to the point in this year, I hope you (Female in question) don't suffer eyestrain from reading all my emails, at which point you feel a sudden need for both Advil and gingerale, possibly root beer. At this point you get into a car, desperately fighting the waves of agony your overused eyes are washing across your mind, and begin to drive to the grocery store. Along the way you notice a turtle bravely crossing the road, but because of your limited vision you don't see him quickly enough to dodge properly. You swerve violently into the desert where the car is permanently stranded. Wandering off for help you come across an aboriginal tribe that has been living off the land and the debris of nearby Tuscon. Living among the tribe for many years, you grow to become their chief, your kind heart and understanding way coupled with a fierce warrior spirit leads the tribe to a status of control among all the other area peoples. Is it at this point you are assasinated by the poisoning of your ceremonial nose piercing.
And I would feel awful if that happend.
|1:21 AM|
Day 2 of the palindrome year. Vorpal impressed me today with an incident of self control that I am not suprised by, but impresses me nonetheless. Sadly, the bussiness involved is relatively private, but I think most readers of this would be impressed as well.
Man, everyone seems to be seeing "Requiem for a Dream" right about now. I saw it the second day I was in Chicago, Videodrome has apparently seen it, my Webmaster Rock just saw it less than a week ago and now Lampshade has viewed this film. Now Vorpal has to go hunt down a copy, edited or not.
Perhaps it only recently came out on video, but I thought it was released a fairly long time ago. I researched the differences between the edited version and the unedited version, and it seems that the only real differences are in a particularly sexually explicit scene. And I can't even say the last half of that sentence out loud properly, too much consonance. The damn spell checker is offline. A possibly useful writing tip from an ignorant bumpkin (me) is that when spell checking, read the text backwards, so that you are not interpreting the meaning of what you are reading, and are merely checking each word. Yeah, I know my writing shows SO much spell checking.
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Tuesday, January 01, 2002
|8:01 PM|
I'd like to start off by saying my apartment is clean. Well, it's close. It now appears to be an entirely different apartment than the one I was in just 24 hours ago. As Vorpal could attest this place looked like a Tornado had thrown a 21st birthday party with a bunch of it's friends and gotten really trashed. These metaphorical tornados then got down with their bad selves, and vomited a couple households into the kitchen.
I, with a bit of help, managed to take back almost the entire house, and also managed to finally assemble my bed. I also constructed my 8 foot tall, 200 pound shelves into a useful structure and have placed many, many books onto them. It's so refreshing to have cleaned up the gargantuan pile of paper that was the "Business section".
Oh, and I found $200. And The Ring.
Not the one true ring, but my ring. A ring that has been missing for a long time now. It feels good to have it back, like an old friend who had gone on a long trip and has now come back, bearing gifts.
Heck of a first day to the new year. And I still have 4 hours left! I get to do laundry now and have it mean something.
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|5:09 AM|
Ah, welcome to 2002. I started this year off by cursing loudly, but then I convinced someone to punch me really hard in the arm every time I swore or cursed. This is the same method I used to get rid of most of my verbal tics. Of all the activities I know I could be engaging in at the moment, drinking, smoking, setting off fireworks or having sex with a woman I met at the new year's party, I have chosen the option of "Going home and not driving around". I was going to go drive to the only mountain here in Austin, and take a look around, but then I realized my survival chances would drop towards zero as the drunk drivers flooded the roads. I actually was forced to dodge an idiot who popped out in front of me at an intersection while I was carting people home. Being thrown around my car was not something I think they enjoyed.
I spent portions of this evening playing videogames while people made out next to me, and I spent other portions poised to crush people's throats as they tried to cop feels off one of the hostesses of our party.(A text quote of Angered Hostess:"i hate it when tguys act like they have never seen tits before.") A PCI Modem can be a powerful weapon if the enemy is not expecting it.
The day grows less new and fresh. It sours in my mouth as the sun's first rays burn the excess moisture off of the earth. It's cold enough to see your breath and make most people shiver. In Texas that means it has dropped below 80 degrees in non-celsius.
I have now watched the video tape of the party I attended. Highlights include a 90% wolf/10% non-murderous-dog mix, footage of a woman's breasts being shocked by a broken lighter, and a lot of people drinking. It's not worth video capture.
Time to deal with a different date to write on checks.
Ah well, Happy New Year everyone.
|6:50 PM|
It's still the last day. I have to find clothes for the New Year's party I intend to attend. All I have to do now is find a way to deal with my tremendously stupid looking hair.
Or the fact that I still have junk on the floor.
Same old, same old.
Happy New Year.
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|3:45 AM|
It's 3:46am on the last day of the year. All I can really do in regards to this year is scratch my head, and mutter "damn".
Heck of a year, folks. Heck of a year.
Lampshade is back to updating. I'm happy about that. My apartment is still a disaster. I'm not happy about that. I am, however, responsible for my recent lethargy in more ways than merely missing a dose of medication. I turned off my furnace when I left for Chicago, and never turned it back on when I got back. I totally forgot about it, and just accepted that my feet were always frozen. At about 1pm today I checked the thermostat, and found it had been set to "off" and that the thermometer was reporting somewhere between 40 and 55. I have been blasting the the heater all day long now and it's finally up past 60 in here. I'm shirtless, howabout you?
My new years resolution is get a nice six pack by the end of January, possibly February
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Sunday, December 30, 2001
|1:19 PM|
It's cold but I'm sweating.
The things here are mighty confusing.
I'm thinking about cleaning.
I'm thinking about sleeping.
The last thing I'm doing
is any actual working.
Of poets, I'm no where near great
I just have a hunger that is hard to sate.
I need to produce something, I hate clean slates
If my rhyming gets worse I'll be locked up by the state.
I had some dreams that confused me.
But at least none involved being stung by a bee.
Okay, it's true that now I'm reaching like an old oak tree
but it's not like reading this costs you a fee.
|2:43 AM|
Apparently someone I know from the internet is now my pizza delivery man. That's unnerving. I haven't seen him yet but sources I trust reveal that he serves the Time Warner building near my complex, as well as my apartment building.
I finally shaved. I feel like a new man. I need a haircut as my hair is really stupid looking now.
I should be doing anything but typing here.
I haven't been to the dentist in ages due to a lack of health care coverage that doesn't suck.
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