Poor Lizard |5:13 PM|
I'm keeping the grow lights for my flowes on all night at this point, so there are huge masses of moths on the window after nightfall. A good many of them got trapped between the screen and the glass, so they were still here during the day. A lizard was obviously crawling on the side of my building, came across this crowd of moths, and probably thought he had found DAS MOTHER-LOADIN'. Unfortunately, the lizard was totally unable to get at the moths, and spent an hour running around, chasing the moths, completely unable to figure out what was going on. Poor bastard.
I finally got my sink cleaned out, and I'm headed to a family member's birthday party. Now, there is also the matter of my kite. I don't know what will happen today, but the kite may see some air time.
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I hadn't ever seen the robot insurance movie. Good lord, this is hysterical.
We found a big plank of wood outside. It's friday, it's 4:15, we've got a giant board, life is good. Oh, the cute woman from sales still says hi to me in this akward fashion. I think it's because I was polite and and not totally crazy. Just too crazy to date, so now she can't in good manners quietly ignore me. I think I should set her desk on fire so that she has a reason to hate me.
|5:08 AM|
I cannot sleep. I've been tossing and turning for several hours now, unable to get back to sleep. This is crazy. Not being able to sleep is really bizzare for me. Usually, I have to choose to stay up for horribly extendeD periods of time.
Somehow, I think this is related to that Adderall pill I had 2 days ago. Yeah, I know, that doesn't make a lot of sense, considering that I was awake all night last night, and then was awake all day...geez, I should be completely crashed out. I'm tired, my eyes hurt, and I have a headache. Still, I'm grinding my teeth and I had to invent a new relaxation technique just to stay vaguely asleep. I envisioned a perfect grid of thousands of metallic spheres. I would concentrate on one of them, it would glow some soothing color, I'd count it, and move on. I just kept counting them, but making certain they were all ordered, and in rows, etc. It took my mind off of real life for a while and I stopped grinding my teeth.
I had this dream a couple weeks ago, it was very relaxing. There was a girl, but there was no sex or nudity. I was lying down, she poked me in the ribs to wake me up, and I remember that she was wearing cut off jean shorts. I remember this because the loose threads from the shorts were so frayed, that when she stood by where I was lying down, the threads tickled my leg. Now I'm really attracted to cut off jean shorts. Such is life, I guess.
I'm going to try going back to bed now.
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Thursday, April 25, 2002
T-shirts, Adderall... |3:44 PM|
Okay, I finally updated the damned front page. Ugh. I played poker last night under the influence of an Adderall pill I had to get from a friend, however, it's the only reason I walked away positive. Other than Joe, I was the only guy who didn't lose money at that table. Of course, where I walked away with $22, Joe had something close to $70 or $80. Third place had $4.50, which is an indication of how Atomic Fireball hot Joe's cards were last night. I was playing as well as I ever have, and it was only enough to survive. Joe is a great player, and he was being given the tools to slaughter us. Ah, well, that's gambling.
So, I've decided to try to make some money (yet again) off the pictograms. My only 2 sources of competition in the area of pictogram T-shirts are both destroyed. Those being the original cafe-press stores that are now quite defunct, and Unpopular T-shirts. Seeing as I can now skip straight to Phase 2 (phase 1 being "total destruction of all other Pictoz T-shirt makers") I will setup a little mailing list or something from the Pictograms site and let people know they can buy the shirts. That, and I'll purchase a domain name. I know just the one.
That reminds me. I haven't gotten any email about "All Your BaseS".com. I wonder if I still own that. Update: Apparently I do not. Well, I'm not paying for it again. Screw that. It was a misspelling anyway.
Ah, a domain has been aquired. I'll let y'all know when it's active. Hooray for stuff.
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Tuesday, April 23, 2002
And the orange juice was crappy as well |10:12 AM|
Man, I don't want this cinnamon roll to be the last straw. It's pretty awful, though. The frosting was horrible, and runny, so now my hands are all sticky, as well as my desk and surfaces up to 10 feet away. The roll itself was underbaked, and had too much flour. How fucking hard is it to make a fucking cinnamon roll?
Yes, okay, in the scheme of things, a single fucking roll doesn't even begin to "not register", but this is "straw breaking the camels back" territory. My boss is patronizing me. For Fuck's sake, it's an email. I fucking responded to the fucking email. I told the guy about the damn work orders. Next time I'll CC: you on it.
Christ. Now my office is again filled with Lexmark employees.
Blah Blah Blah. Hire me you assholes. HIRE ME. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES.
Dear jerk-off patrol,
Despite 2 years of you clowns negotiating a contract about making paper dirty in a particular pattern to convey information, I and my co-workers have remained Permond employees. This has led to economic slavery and a medical plan that is laughable. If you want a dispatcher at this job for more than, oh, let's say a month, I need some more money. Lots of it. Gobs and gobs of moolah in a big hurry or I'll go blow people for money. I might also rob the elderly. Just to make it extra foul, I'll ram my knob into their eye sockets and scream "For all your painful fuck needs, call Lexmark!"
Thank you for your time.
-Cecil the Dispatcher.
Lonely Road, Quiet House. |8:17 AM|
Say goodbye to 2800 Yen. I ordered Haruko from Hobby Link Japan. This super posable Kanchi would be a bad ass next purchase, but I'll have to wait a couple weeks. Oh, baby! Vogue, Kanchi! Vogue! I don't think the likeness on Haruko is the best, but I dig that she comes with the vespa. I'd like to see this kind of quality, but that's a "fixed pose" figure. I could create new episodes of the series, but I'd have to replace a bunch of the characters with Stikfas.
The office is filled with Lexmark employees. Maybe they could get me hired.
Fat chance. Another person just "AIM'd" me from the link on Artfag's site. I can always tell because Artfag misstyped the link so it comes out "What's up%20Cecil?" instead of "What's up Cecil?"
And now I'm babbling, so I'm going to post, publish, and go back to work.
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Monday, April 22, 2002
|1:52 AM|
So my family is taking me to Vegas.
Actually, they are just fronting the money for the plane ticket. It's for my sister's 16th birthday. I don't know what she intends to do, but I intend to grift tourists. Sulz, Lamp and Kyle moved into their new place, so I see less of sulz online. Dammit sulz, I want to debate college careers with you! Where the hell are you?!
I don't really want to go to work tommorow. I've got a sink to clean out, a couple plants to attend to and a website that really needs to be updated. I've got some ideas, but nothing has inspired me lately.
Once again, I'm thinking about building a mobile. The cycles are beginning again, and so are the nightmares.
|3:17 AM|
holy crap. I'm running out of things to say. I guess I need to get into some stupid emotionally twisting situation. Maybe I'll go hit on a 46 year old woman. Or a man.
What else...Oh, I was at a big party most of saturday, then saw Evil Dead on the big screen at Alamo. That kicked a large amount of ass, though the infamous scene in the forest was a bizzare thing to see in a huge theater full of people. The horrific violence in the movie could never have been intended to be serious. But there were several scenes that managed to be tension filled. Oh, they had the theatrical trailer for "Darkman". I fully approved. The Darkman trailer was pretty damned good.
