|7:14 PM|
Additional notes upon reading other diaries. Zusty, my boss was bitching about close encounters as well, I assume you guys both watched it on cable recently. I don't remember hating close encounters, there were some dazzling bits, but it still seemed overly long. The French guy based on Jaque Valle (Oh, heavens, I know I'm mangling THAT name. For Shame) kicked ass.
It would also appear that the particular zusty shirt that I requested is popular, but ladies first I suppose. Speaking of which, for those of you visiting the front page because of the pictograms I've been talking to the original makers of said pictoz, and I'm trying to re-assemble their old store front. Soon you will be able to purchase and wear evil pictogram gear. Hooray!
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May Cause Injury or Fun |7:08 PM|
I'm sore, my back is pulled from moving cabinets, and my feet are screwed up by walking around all day in the shoes that I really didn't want to be in for this project. I did, however, earn in the neighborhood of 10 or more hours of overtime. I'm tired of reading tiny numbers though. All I really want to do is go home, shower, and maybe eat. I was suppossed to go play Tony Hawk 3 at Vid's house, but I'm in too crappy a mood to do that. Right now, the only thing that would get me out of my apartment (When I do finally get there, as I am at Dell) would be a call from Joe that mentioned women and hanging out with said women. But then I'd have to make myself look human again. I'm awfully relieved to be done with work.
I've been told Resident Evil is awful by critics, but a friend of mine who's opinion I trust (Sinclair? Are you out there?) says it's worth seeing. He claims that since zombies can be on fire indefinitely, some amusing things can happen. They just keep doing their zombie thing, groaning, slumping, limping around, thrusting limbs through grates that will only permit an arm or a leg, all while on fire. This would indicate that though the zombies may be aware they are on fire, they are not Concerned about being on fire. But, I am also told, there is a definite lack of Shotgun related action in the movie. God invented shotguns so that Man may use them upon zombies. In fact, that's why God invented zombies (Possibly along with whiskey). Ugh. Time to go recuperate. Meep.
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Over joyed |12:01 AM|
I am really happy. One of my daisy pots has put up a little, itsy bitsy green shoot. It's less than 3 centimeters tall, but I'm overjoyed at that little spec of green poking it's way out from the dirt. I've got this big stupid grin on my face, and I wanted to share just how happy I am about a simple growth process. If this keeps up I'll put out the rest of the pots I have, and get an honest to God nursery going.
Heeee heee!
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Friday, March 15, 2002
Hunger is a brother to fatigue |1:15 PM|
Whoa. It's already 1:10pm How exciting. I don't know what my friday evening hold, whether it is work or possibly going out, but I do know that from 8am to 8pm tommorow I'll be here at work, walking up and down the halls fixing the inventory. I'll be getting paid overtime, but I'd still like the relaxation that the weekend provides. The freetime to finish projects is also useful. I ....
Sheesh. All of a sudden I'm morose. I haven't been cracking nearly as many jokes, and it's clear my entries have been falling down on the job of amusing me.
If I was to travel someplace right now, I don't know where it would be. Damn.
Damn. A priest, a rabbi, and a big dog walk into a bar. The bartender yells "Hey! Is this a joke!?"
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|12:00 AM|
Blogger had issues yesterday, so I was unable to post this junk. Oh, and the spell check, that I've become as reliant on as a duckling on his mom and pop, is broken.
I pre-dated the entry for yesterday. All I can say today is that I aquired a cheap kite that I will be unable to use, more than likely. Oh, and it appears everyone that works at my company is white.
I must now go press the F5 key and cast "Summon Work".
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Thursday, March 14, 2002
|4:54 PM|
Continuing my statement previously made regarding Sarongs:
This site is where I got the above postcard. They also feature exciting hair ornaments. Now, while I would never in my life wear such things, that is because I am male. I fully encourage anyone of the female spectrum of gender to aquire these items.
In case you wanted to know, this is how boomerangs work. If I happen to get a chance to get my kite into the air, I will also be using a boomerang for the hell of it. Hopefully I won't be killed.
The girl of my dreams would be able to accept this mission |12:28 PM|Mission:
Objective one: Make best possible travel time to Texas.
Objective two: Aquire the following materials:
-A large hammock
-a Lemonade class drink
-maximum mirrored, circular, sunglasses
-Large books. Suggest "The Dark House"
-Insect repellant candle
Objective three: After aquistion of materials, we are to commence enjoyment of this nice weather under a shady tree until such time as the lightning bugs are deployed.
Objective four: Capture and detain numerous lightning bugs in a jar with 1/2 centimeter holes in lid.
Objective five: Nap. Possible movie viewing
Secondary objectives would include kite flying and barbequeing. Sadly, my weekend will be taken up entirely by a work related project. This saddens me, as it is a beatiful time of year. If anyone reading this has an enjoyable weekend, please let me know the details, so that I can live vicariously.
Fluffy Chocolate on Chocolate taste action, |10:05 AM|
Damned Gamma Correction! Now that I am viewing this webpage at work, it's clear that several areas of the damned layout are NOT the same color, or in some cases, the same size. At least the damned random image code on the side bar is working properly. I had to steal the code from zusty, then adapt it. In case you want to know a wee bit of Java script, when your output is HTML and it contains quotes, use the ' quote instead, since the strings are contained in " quotes. It's just like proper grammar! The "People" bar isn't complete, since I lacked neat-o images for the people I wanted to link to, and in the case of zusty and JP, I have no idea what site to which their links should go. I'll probably end up using the Corn Palace webcam. Maybe I'll finish up the cast list for which I have debris all over my hard drive.
I fully intend to rent Darkman tonight if at all possible. Maybe I can convince Vorpal to take a break from writing long enough to watch this movie.
Back when it was cool |6:32 PM|
I had a pair of tapes once, called "Teach yourself how to Astral Project". They were a joke gift and I of course, didn't really think they would work. I listened to them at one point, and one thing they did do was teach some very effective self-hypnosis techniques. I couldn't quite pull off the "be hypnotized" and "Breathe automatically" trick, though, I'm not sure why. The more relaxed I would be, the less I breathed, until I got to a point where taking a breath was pulling me "up" a couple levels of relaxation. When I was told to picture myself descending, I always saw that false sea cliff in "The Abyss". The thought of slowly sinking miles underneath the water always seemed to be quite relaxing, at least, to me.
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Stuff |5:26 PM|
Messing around with the layout. I like the rock designed layout, but I'm still futzing around inside of it. Any problems or ugly bits are my fault. Anything good is his doing. The spiderwebs are gone. A few people around me are ill, but that's nothing out of the ordinary. I would have totally forgotten about the webs if it wasn't for my previous entry. I told Sulzanti that would happen.
I wonder if the Daisies survived their first pot transfer. I'll go check.
Things seem to be doing alright, daisy wise.
I cannot yet bench press in my house, as I lack a weight lifting bench. So, most workouts would be lethally dangerous. I might try meditating. Maybe I can unlock the secrets of my mind and possibly float.
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Tuesday, March 12, 2002
Some links of some interest |10:29 PM|This is a link to pulp novels that were targeted to lesbians. I found it while looking around for pictures of the covers of pulp novels. It seemed interesting.
Something odd that I noticed today was a large number of spiderweb-like strands covering cars and doorways. I didn't look around to see if they were anywhere else, as I was usually moving from car to office to home, but the strands were very long, and in unusual places. They also seemed to appear in areas where spiders would not have had enough time to build webs. I remember hearing a while back about the possible use of spider webs as a delivery system for biological weapons, and I found some links regarding it. I offer no guarantee on how accurate this information is, I just wanted to show that it's possible I'm not totally insane.
I am proceeded by darkness. |4:29 PM|
This Article in the straight dope deals with a phenomon that I'm very familiar with. I seem to douse quite a few street lamps with my very prescence. It tends to happen more when I'm angry or hyper. At one point I was dousing most of the lamps I walked past. I drove home, and at least 5 road lights went out as I passed (all at once). When I got out of my car, the parking lot lights at my apartment complex all died at once. 3 lamps on different buildings. It was creepy. They came back on as I was leaving.
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I was too tired to hunt babies last night. There's a lot of hissing and jumping around. |9:39 AM|
Important meeting today. No one in my department knows what this meeting is about. All I can say for certain is that I know find Sarongs attractive, where as before I did not. Uh, okay, that has nothing to do with this meeting but anyone reading would be bored to death if I gave them details. I wonder how Vorpal is doing on his book.
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A while back, I was obsessed with building a mobile. My attempts always ended in disaster, and I kept giving up. I don't know what has changed, but instead of swimming back up and grabbing hold of me, the idea of a mobile is a memory, not a desire. I want to build something beautiful, something that moves and catches the light. I just don't know what I can build. I was going to carve something here at work, but it's such a messy process. My boss already hates my slovenly habits.
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Not all of us can hope to be kidnapped by the ninja we later marry |12:01 AM|
My house is so much cleaner now. It's amazing. I can walk around, or lounge around. I can even drape myself across various bits of furniture like a Cecil-skin rug.
I think I'll turn my cam around, take some pictures to show off the place. I'm much happier with the way it is. In fact, seeing as that's all I have to say, I'll post this, and come back later with pictures.
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Foolish. |12:48 PM|
Well, now I feel like a complete tool. It's been 6 months since the terrorist attack and I'm still alive. I still don't feel that same fear that distorted things around my vision and made me seek out every shed of information, no matter how accurate or believable it sounded. 6 months, geez, it seems like such a short time. It hasn't been a weight on my shoulders in some time, but it's still been at the back of my head. The partial relief of seeing soldiers at the airport, the conversations of briefcase nukes and Lysol Spray cans filled with disease have fallen off sharply, the conversational subject matter seemed to be the only calender to go by since it all happened.
Well, it did happen. There's no way around that. I just don't know what I learned from it all quite yet.
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Spending money like it was ego. |9:58 AM|
I've been stupid for the last couple days. Really stupid. This situation with car insurance and all other crap has yanked my pride off like a banana peel. So I've been wasting money. I went out every night this weekend. I blew probably...$50. I also accomplished very little, seeing as I slept through my appointment to get my car repaired. Oh, and I haven't been to see my doctor in something like 2 months. It all seems increasingly pointless as the days wear on, and nothing of any consequence seems to change. It seems that the entire world is on some kind of development arc that I felt off of at some point about a year or so ago. People are graduating from College or getting jobs or going to Europe or dying of drug addiction or getting married or anything but sitting in a room and bleeding money. Every fucking month for the last 2 years has ended up like this. Yeah, I've blown money on stupid shit, and I tried to start a business at a bad time, but for someone who hates the pointless pursuit of money I seem to be pretty wrapped up in getting paid.
I had no idea I was as pissed as I was about this whole situation at work until I was already flipping out at my boss. Christ, that was fucking proffesional. It was like watching a speech on television. I'm amazed I wasn't actually fired as to maintain control over the office. Had anyone been around besides my boss and I, I'm sure I wouldn't have a job. Again, that'd be a change. Hell, maybe my medication stopped working. Maybe hyper amplified emotions will be a Goddamn change.
The reason I've been stupid about money this weekend is the same reason I'm always stupid about money. I fucking hate money. I'm not a communist, I just hate having my destiny determined by something so twisted by everyone else. Too me, it's like playing the lottery to see if you get cancer. There are rules, but they don't seem to apply to this job at all.
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Darts...darts dammit |1:06 AM|
I managed to bury a plastic tipped dart in the wall. Then I did it again later. Those little son's of bitches have some oomph to them. Well, apparently only when I throw them. Vorpal's brother actually started trying to stick one of the plastic bastards into the ceiling. After a dozen or so tries, he started to give up. So I took one dart, and on my first try, blam, there goes part of the deposit. I started getting a little faster on my dart delivery, but once my arm starts shaking, my accuracy goes to crap. Sure, I can hurl 2 darts a second, but the first 4 are the only ones that are going to be in a good grouping.
Zusty is making a bunch of folks T-Shirts, since she's a kick ass manner of person. She's really got quite the functional Manta Ray. I asked politely for a shirt that says "We must submit to the robots" written in the Kanji. I've seen the prototype of this shirt, it kicks ass.
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Sunday, March 10, 2002
I need a moat. |3:18 PM|
Being around my parents is like being in "The Awakening". My mother flutters to and fro, panicing and trying to shield me from all threats, real or imagined. I on the hand do my very best to not be a total goddamn jerk when they're in this sort of mood. Of the people I tell about my finacial situation or whatever, I tell my folks the fewest details. As this has consistently failed to keep them off my back, I decided to be honest about what's been going on recently.
Now I can't get them to leave me alone. If I don't answer my phone, they stop by my apartment. I used to react to them dropping by in a more unreasonable fashion than when religous folks or salesman dropped by. Now that I'm almost polite, I can't make them stop coming. Gah. "Oh, poor Cecil, your parents buy you food so you don't go hungry". There's a difference between buying me food and just buying random items.
Folks:"Do you need bacon?"
Cec: "No, I've still got half a pack"
Folks: "Let's get you some bacon"
Cec: "No, for God's sake, I've got bacon"
Folks: "Here! Here is that bacon we bought you!"
Cec: "Did you know that I converted to Judaism and you're insulting me?"
Folks: "That's nice."
My pre-existing daisy plant is flourshing in an odd way. One of the blooms is clearly wilting, but 3 of the budding flowers opened yesterday. No sign of life from the pots below, but I'm a week away from germination time.
Oh man, not again |4:28 AM|
I slept in too much. I've been out all day. Vorpal is writing his book and I'm running support. This means getting one SPECIFIC brand and flavor of beef jerky to him at a moment's notice. Well, it was suppossed to be a moment's notice but it kind of turned into 2 hours because I managed to lose 2 hours today. I guess I was asleep, but I'm not positive. I need a shave.
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