Go to Jail. Do not pass go |10:52 PM|
I get to stay in tonight, on saturday night, as oppossed to going to the party that Vorpal is currently attending.
Whoopty-Shit.
This is because I got another letter from the City of Austin Municipal court. It seems they are quite unhappy with me, and would very much like to throw me in jail.
I wish those cocksuckers would leave me alone. I'm a fairly upstanding citizen, and all I've done is break a few paperwork laws. Oh, that an the lack of insurance, but for fucks sake, I'm poor as hell.
It's relatively depressing to be worried about the simple act of driving my car. I'll call some catering places tommorow. This shit has to end.
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Rambling |2:47 PM|
Epstein left for Dallas this morning. I hope she got there alright, by now she should be setting up shop at the school. I don't know how she's doing since apparently my phone has been shut off. Again. If it isn't one thing, it's another, off to the bank I go.
I think I'll grab some of the leftovers out of the fridge. Epstein and I went to Z Tejas on the company credit car just this past thursday, since she was saving so much in hotel fees by staying with me the school was buying my dinner. I had no qualms ordering the New York steak, but it didn't matter as my connections (friends) at Z tejas allowed for a relatively inexpensive dining experience (disgustingly discounted).
I think our server was relatively smitten by Epstein, which served as quite an ego boost. What am I typing about, dinners? sheesh, I slept for a little too long last night I suppose. Oh, I will say this about Epstein, that she can sleep through just about anything. In order to wake myself up in the morning, I have 2 seperate alarms along with an automatically played Really Loud Song on the computer. I woke up to both alarms going off at once, and Epstein was still soundly sleeping. Impressive stuff.
I want to add that I am once again impressed by the human body. Several days ago I bit open the inside of my lip in a rather unusual accident. Ever since then it has been a constant source of pain and annoyance, to the point that I was spreading chloroseptic on the wound to numb it. Slowly, the wound started to fade, shrink, and generally heal. Today it is noticably smaller, and I have applied no plaster, no drywall, no nails and no glue. Just the automatic processes that the body has to keep it from falling apart. Our air tubes and our food tubes are still connected, so that's still stupid, but you can't win them all.
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Thursday, September 19, 2002
|4:21 PM|
The birds are everywhere. This would normally be the time that all the crickets flow out of cracks, seep out of drainage ditches, and cluster around ground lamps. The disgusting plague crunches underfoot, slimes walkways, and crawls up legs.
But not this year. Clearly some sort of dam has burst, and the birds have eaten them all. I know there were fewer last year.
Sheesh. I'm just glad I still have my power on at this point. I paid my bill partially with quarters pried from car seats. They needed it to the penny, and that's what I delivered.
Almost there, almost there.
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Wednesday, September 18, 2002
Little Lotto, houseguests, urinating |12:05 PM|
I forgot that I had put the money I earned doing a crapload of overtime into the bank, so when I checked my balance yesterday, I found enough cash to keep me afloat, and my power on.
I did have to fish nickels and dimes out of my car seats to get it all paid, though. At least my A/C is still running, as I'm about to have a house guest.
A really cool female I know from my old high school is visiting. She's on a recruiting trip for the academy at which she works. She's staying with me for one night this week, driving all over hell and back, then staying here one night next week. I'll try to keep her entertained. She's "easy e. " if you frequent the TPL forums.
A couple days ago, I was in the men's room at my office. I was using the facilities, specifically a urinal, when all of a sudden the guy next to me starts talking. It took me a second to realize he was talking to me, a complete stranger while he and said stranger (me) were trying to take leaks. I'm not by any means a homophobe, but it seems to me there is something really wrong with people trying to carry on a conversation with their dicks in their hands. I realized recently that it's an issue of vulnerability. You've got your yank out, you're performing a function that has been defined by society as dirty but necessary, and some jack ass is trying to act like it's normal. What if you were attacked? You'd have to defend yourself with your penis flopping around. What if there's a sudden gust of wind and you have to adjust your aim? These are things you have to keep in mind while pissing, you can't be bothered to converse!
I managed to croak out some odd response to his questions, trying to seem as unenthusiastic as possible, but he continued to press the conversation. The guy just didn't get it, and after I washed my hands and exited the bathroom, I half sprinted around a corner to avoid my new "friend".
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Sunday, September 15, 2002
My sister is an idiot sometimes |7:19 PM|
My sister went to Mexico this weekend, and though my parents didn't exactly approve of it, they allowed her to go. There was just one condition, she could not take her car. Her liability insurance doesn't cover the car in Mexico, so under no circumstance was she to drive across the border. She promised my folks on several occassions (Including right before leaving) that she wouldn't.
Friday night at 11pm, my parents got a call from my sis. "Dad, I got in an accident, in my car, in Mexico, and I'm in jail."
My parents wired enough cash to spring her and her friend (Who had been the driver), and in general took care of her. It seems some other guy was driving her car (Which at that point had been filled with 5 other college girls, so this guy was probably a tad distracted), he had edged out past a concrete truck to see if any traffic was coming. Well, there was some traffic coming and it plowed into the car. Off to jail went my sister and the driver.
The driver of the other car wanted $3200 in damages (Now upped to $4200) to fix his jetta (Which blue book value of is about $2000 in great condition). With any luck he's not going to get much from my folks, but his outrageous demands are just one more facet in this ridiculous story.
I don't know exactly what I can learn from this, since at every point of the story where a decision was made, I'd have taken a much better option. Perhaps it is another example of "Sure, the worst case scenario is highly unlikely, but it can still happen, and therfore, you'd best decide if the risks you are taking are worth it."
I have nothing that interesting in terms of weekend tales. Operation: Blow Up Vorpal's Head continues, and looks like we can start shooting next weekend.
Speaking of shooting, I don't know if I already posted this, but here is a stop motion video of me building my parents computer. I encoded it with DivX 3.1, so you'll need at least that high to watch it. It's amusing, though, and it's the first time I've been really happy with my creative output on a film.
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