Saturday, August 17, 2002
Dignity for sale. $1000. |6:29 PM| I managed to pay off a loan that has been bugging me for some time. It was the very last of the non-bank related loans I've ever had to use. (Well, unless you count the constant bartering of favors and quarters that goes on in my office for the purposes of getting burgers, vanilla Coke, and energy drinks paid for). When you're trying to make it on your own, trying to be a responsible and upstanding adult, borrowing money to pay a bill is quite ego bruising. However, no matter how hard you tried or how much progress you've made, it's still very possible to be in a situation that you cannot dig your way out of. Pride may delay you seeking help, so you flounder for days or weeks being really stupid. Being stupid kept me from borrowing cash when it was very clear there was no other legal or reasonable options remaining. I ended up borrowing a relatively large amount of money from relatives, my parents.
Yes, I had no other choice, but I still felt like crap. It took a long damn time to recover enough financially to pay them back. But I did, this past Friday. A $1000 cashier's check was given to my mother, and despite knowing I was losing most of 2 week's wages, I felt great.
No fireworks, no bands, no celebratory toasts.
"Here's the money"
"Thanks so much!"
Done.
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Where the hell was I all night? |12:42 PM| Vorpal needed to take the bad taste of work out of his mouth, and he also left a little early. I found a birthday party of a friend of friends, that we knew would be attended by the first level friends. When we got there, we knocked on the door, were let in, and immediately heard a screamed GET OUT OF MY WAY! GET OUT OF MY WAY! And all of a sudden, a goddamn Man Monster bolted past the doorway, across the hall, and we heard an incredible crash.When we walked in to see, the flesh freight train had smashed the bedroom door off of the damned hinges.
Not much really weird happened at that party, but this is mildly amusing. I noticed a woman in the apartment while I was on the balcony. She had really dark, black hair that had been dyed purple. So that you only saw the purple when the light hit it from an angle. It looked bad ass. I gestured to her to point her out to Derek, and she happened to turn around at that moment and see me with my hand up, and staring at her. Reacting quickly I waved, and smiled. She quickly got this "Gotta get the shotgun" look on her face, and turned away. I mentioned this encounter to a friend, and her response was "Well, why didn't just say 'Your hair looks bad ass, I was pointing it out to a friend'". This is a damned good idea, and it is the sort of thing I would have done had I had a chance, but I was out on the balcony behind glass. She was in the middle of the apartment proper quite a ways a way. It was a real shame, she was very cute.
We went on to TGI Friday's and drank until last call. By the way, nipple rings are excellent conversation starters, but I didn't bring them up. Other people did, and pointed at me, said "Cecil has his nipples pierced!" to which many reacted with shock. From a cheap thrill standpoint, having an incredibly attractive woman reach out and grab through your shirt is exciting, as well as getting to examine HER piercings at close range. From there we went to the apartment of some friends, and then hit the pool. The hot tub was some distance away and it was a hell of a migration each time we switched. Swimming around in underwear is actually pretty neato, especially since the same incredibly hot woman showed up and immediately stripped down to her under-roos to jump in with all of us.
The party retired to the apartment, where a hammock was employed by some of the guests. I was given a medal for "Best hammock support specialist" for my incredible skill at stabilizing and rocking the hammock.
I got back to my place at around 7:00am or so, and it was only then that I noticed I'd been wearing my shirt backwards for as long as I had been out of that pool. Oh, I'm so damned slick sometimes.
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Friday, August 16, 2002
What the hell is this crap? Or, the music post. Sort of. |2:30 PM| I found the name of a song I've been looking for. It's called Classical Gas, and it appears the original, and best, version was done by Mason Williams. You've probably heard it before. It's a common theme in movie trailers. I am angered, however, at the
Chet Atkins version. It's too similar to be a cover that "adds something" or takes the song in some bizarre new direction. Yet, many notes are missed and large bits of this song appear to have been played on a casio mini-keyboard.
But enough bitching, it's a good song. And I'm sure Chet Atkins has done a lot of good things in his career.
I did find out that when drunk, I sing. I've only really been HAMMERED once. Sadly this was around other people, and I proceeded to sing "Laika" a song about the first dog shot into space. I had no idea that I had done this, yet I didn't black out. Vorpal Bunny claims I sang like "A drunk Japanese factory worker on Karaoke night". Bastard. So, I don't have Laika lying around, but I do have the Super Mario Brothers theme as performed by the London Symphony Orchestra. It's actually a pretty good song to wake up in the morning to, if your computer is your alarm clock.
As per always, I'm making One Dance by Dan Bern available. It is important to listen to this song, since he has managed to sum up my courting habits.
I can't remember the name of the band that did this, it's from the album "What's up dog", and is highly strange. Dad, I'm in jail gets stuck in my head very often.
And of course, the Theme from Gigantor
Alright. Back later with shitty E/N, I'm sure.
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Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Boys are dumb |2:56 PM| I'm having a bit of a mental debate. The situation is that my sister's ex-boyfriend unceremoniously dumped her recently. He'd told her that he loved her just to fuck her. When asked about his lies, he replied to my sister "Not to say you're easy, but you were available."
My sister was heartbroken. She had believed him. Yes, she learned a lot of things, and is stronger now. But this dickhead still lied to my sister, fucked her, dumped her, and chalked the whole thing up to "I was horny and you were around".
My first impulse is to find him, and beat him until he has to spend a year learning to walk again. The problem is that I'd go to jail. Oh, and crippling people is wrong. Violence very rarely solves anything.
What a stupid and hideous thing for my sister to go through. I'm glad she's getting back to normal now, hanging out with her friends, and her creep detector is now a bit better tuned. I just feel a little guilty. I never met the guy, and I have a feeling I would have seen through his bullshit. But even if I had, would my sister have listened to the same jerk that terrorized all her high school boyfriends? Truth be told, the boys in my sister's class were terrified of being seen talking to her by me. I've grown up since then, and a lot of time has passed, but that was the last interaction I had with anyone calling themselves my sister's boyfriend.
Despite not being responsible for this little shitstorm, and not being able to have stopped it anyway, I still feel an obligation to make this asshole pay. There just isn't a good way to do it that I know of. If you, reader person, has an idea, please let me know.
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Sunday, August 11, 2002
Bio-mod-luminescence |11:42 PM| I've decided that if I was to get another body modification, it would be to have large areas of bioluminescent cells implanted in my back. When excited or on command, large parts of my back would light up with a soothing green or blue glow.
Played laser tag this evening with some friends, that was a hell of a time. They had special powerup targets that would give you fully automatic fire. This led to me holding down the trigger on my little plastic gun and pointing it where I thought people would show up. Sure, it didn't take nearly as much skill, but dammit, I hate campers. The guy I'm thinking about as I write this stopped camping after I ruined his fun. Damn straight.
The guy who swapped my tires and aligned my car looked just like a TPL staffer, Azaelel, to be precise. He even had arm tattoos.
Wow! Life is FASCINATING.
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Everything I've done has been done in the glare of a blinding sun |3:46 PM| You're never really lost in your home town. You may just have abso-fucking-lutely no clue to where you are headed. Combine this with a lack of sunglasses, and a pair of front tires that, you've been assured, could blow out at any time, then you start to have a problem. You'd love to adjust your A/C but at speeds over 60 miles an hour your car starts to rattle like a bad star trek episode, and you honestly feel that your car is about to give up this whole transportation thing and give asphalt surfing a try. You are keeping both hands firmly planted on the wheel, pulling to the left.
Oh, did I mention the shitty alignment?
At least I had good music in the CD player that I couldn't adjust. The handsfree set I installed had slid up to the center of the wheel from all the radical changes in heat. Dammit. I was lost in my own home town. I knew where I was, and what I was near. I just could not find this damn National Tire and Battery. They decided (They being the City of Austin) to remove a damned highway. The whole thing. It is now a big dirt field bordered by access roads. This was quite a shock, one I didn't want to deal with while wrestling with a car that I have already spent a great deal of money upon this week.
But, I made it there, and back, and now my car is damn near perfect. I need to do something about the religous candles that melted underneath the passenger side seat, though. That was my afternoon. What was yours?
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Dignity for sale. $1000. |6:29 PM| I managed to pay off a loan that has been bugging me for some time. It was the very last of the non-bank related loans I've ever had to use. (Well, unless you count the constant bartering of favors and quarters that goes on in my office for the purposes of getting burgers, vanilla Coke, and energy drinks paid for). When you're trying to make it on your own, trying to be a responsible and upstanding adult, borrowing money to pay a bill is quite ego bruising. However, no matter how hard you tried or how much progress you've made, it's still very possible to be in a situation that you cannot dig your way out of. Pride may delay you seeking help, so you flounder for days or weeks being really stupid. Being stupid kept me from borrowing cash when it was very clear there was no other legal or reasonable options remaining. I ended up borrowing a relatively large amount of money from relatives, my parents.
Yes, I had no other choice, but I still felt like crap. It took a long damn time to recover enough financially to pay them back. But I did, this past Friday. A $1000 cashier's check was given to my mother, and despite knowing I was losing most of 2 week's wages, I felt great.
No fireworks, no bands, no celebratory toasts.
"Here's the money"
"Thanks so much!"
Done.
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Where the hell was I all night? |12:42 PM| Vorpal needed to take the bad taste of work out of his mouth, and he also left a little early. I found a birthday party of a friend of friends, that we knew would be attended by the first level friends. When we got there, we knocked on the door, were let in, and immediately heard a screamed GET OUT OF MY WAY! GET OUT OF MY WAY! And all of a sudden, a goddamn Man Monster bolted past the doorway, across the hall, and we heard an incredible crash.When we walked in to see, the flesh freight train had smashed the bedroom door off of the damned hinges.
Not much really weird happened at that party, but this is mildly amusing. I noticed a woman in the apartment while I was on the balcony. She had really dark, black hair that had been dyed purple. So that you only saw the purple when the light hit it from an angle. It looked bad ass. I gestured to her to point her out to Derek, and she happened to turn around at that moment and see me with my hand up, and staring at her. Reacting quickly I waved, and smiled. She quickly got this "Gotta get the shotgun" look on her face, and turned away. I mentioned this encounter to a friend, and her response was "Well, why didn't just say 'Your hair looks bad ass, I was pointing it out to a friend'". This is a damned good idea, and it is the sort of thing I would have done had I had a chance, but I was out on the balcony behind glass. She was in the middle of the apartment proper quite a ways a way. It was a real shame, she was very cute.
We went on to TGI Friday's and drank until last call. By the way, nipple rings are excellent conversation starters, but I didn't bring them up. Other people did, and pointed at me, said "Cecil has his nipples pierced!" to which many reacted with shock. From a cheap thrill standpoint, having an incredibly attractive woman reach out and grab through your shirt is exciting, as well as getting to examine HER piercings at close range. From there we went to the apartment of some friends, and then hit the pool. The hot tub was some distance away and it was a hell of a migration each time we switched. Swimming around in underwear is actually pretty neato, especially since the same incredibly hot woman showed up and immediately stripped down to her under-roos to jump in with all of us.
The party retired to the apartment, where a hammock was employed by some of the guests. I was given a medal for "Best hammock support specialist" for my incredible skill at stabilizing and rocking the hammock.
I got back to my place at around 7:00am or so, and it was only then that I noticed I'd been wearing my shirt backwards for as long as I had been out of that pool. Oh, I'm so damned slick sometimes.
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Friday, August 16, 2002
What the hell is this crap? Or, the music post. Sort of. |2:30 PM| I found the name of a song I've been looking for. It's called Classical Gas, and it appears the original, and best, version was done by Mason Williams. You've probably heard it before. It's a common theme in movie trailers. I am angered, however, at the
Chet Atkins version. It's too similar to be a cover that "adds something" or takes the song in some bizarre new direction. Yet, many notes are missed and large bits of this song appear to have been played on a casio mini-keyboard.
But enough bitching, it's a good song. And I'm sure Chet Atkins has done a lot of good things in his career.
I did find out that when drunk, I sing. I've only really been HAMMERED once. Sadly this was around other people, and I proceeded to sing "Laika" a song about the first dog shot into space. I had no idea that I had done this, yet I didn't black out. Vorpal Bunny claims I sang like "A drunk Japanese factory worker on Karaoke night". Bastard. So, I don't have Laika lying around, but I do have the Super Mario Brothers theme as performed by the London Symphony Orchestra. It's actually a pretty good song to wake up in the morning to, if your computer is your alarm clock.
As per always, I'm making One Dance by Dan Bern available. It is important to listen to this song, since he has managed to sum up my courting habits.
I can't remember the name of the band that did this, it's from the album "What's up dog", and is highly strange. Dad, I'm in jail gets stuck in my head very often.
And of course, the Theme from Gigantor
Alright. Back later with shitty E/N, I'm sure.
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Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Boys are dumb |2:56 PM| I'm having a bit of a mental debate. The situation is that my sister's ex-boyfriend unceremoniously dumped her recently. He'd told her that he loved her just to fuck her. When asked about his lies, he replied to my sister "Not to say you're easy, but you were available."
My sister was heartbroken. She had believed him. Yes, she learned a lot of things, and is stronger now. But this dickhead still lied to my sister, fucked her, dumped her, and chalked the whole thing up to "I was horny and you were around".
My first impulse is to find him, and beat him until he has to spend a year learning to walk again. The problem is that I'd go to jail. Oh, and crippling people is wrong. Violence very rarely solves anything.
What a stupid and hideous thing for my sister to go through. I'm glad she's getting back to normal now, hanging out with her friends, and her creep detector is now a bit better tuned. I just feel a little guilty. I never met the guy, and I have a feeling I would have seen through his bullshit. But even if I had, would my sister have listened to the same jerk that terrorized all her high school boyfriends? Truth be told, the boys in my sister's class were terrified of being seen talking to her by me. I've grown up since then, and a lot of time has passed, but that was the last interaction I had with anyone calling themselves my sister's boyfriend.
Despite not being responsible for this little shitstorm, and not being able to have stopped it anyway, I still feel an obligation to make this asshole pay. There just isn't a good way to do it that I know of. If you, reader person, has an idea, please let me know.
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Sunday, August 11, 2002
Bio-mod-luminescence |11:42 PM| I've decided that if I was to get another body modification, it would be to have large areas of bioluminescent cells implanted in my back. When excited or on command, large parts of my back would light up with a soothing green or blue glow.
Played laser tag this evening with some friends, that was a hell of a time. They had special powerup targets that would give you fully automatic fire. This led to me holding down the trigger on my little plastic gun and pointing it where I thought people would show up. Sure, it didn't take nearly as much skill, but dammit, I hate campers. The guy I'm thinking about as I write this stopped camping after I ruined his fun. Damn straight.
The guy who swapped my tires and aligned my car looked just like a TPL staffer, Azaelel, to be precise. He even had arm tattoos.
Wow! Life is FASCINATING.
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Everything I've done has been done in the glare of a blinding sun |3:46 PM| You're never really lost in your home town. You may just have abso-fucking-lutely no clue to where you are headed. Combine this with a lack of sunglasses, and a pair of front tires that, you've been assured, could blow out at any time, then you start to have a problem. You'd love to adjust your A/C but at speeds over 60 miles an hour your car starts to rattle like a bad star trek episode, and you honestly feel that your car is about to give up this whole transportation thing and give asphalt surfing a try. You are keeping both hands firmly planted on the wheel, pulling to the left.
Oh, did I mention the shitty alignment?
At least I had good music in the CD player that I couldn't adjust. The handsfree set I installed had slid up to the center of the wheel from all the radical changes in heat. Dammit. I was lost in my own home town. I knew where I was, and what I was near. I just could not find this damn National Tire and Battery. They decided (They being the City of Austin) to remove a damned highway. The whole thing. It is now a big dirt field bordered by access roads. This was quite a shock, one I didn't want to deal with while wrestling with a car that I have already spent a great deal of money upon this week.
But, I made it there, and back, and now my car is damn near perfect. I need to do something about the religous candles that melted underneath the passenger side seat, though. That was my afternoon. What was yours?
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