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Here I am, posting after a very long hiatus. To make things better, I'm posting something with absolutely no substance!
Fun!
 | You scored as agnosticism. You are an agnostic. Though it is generally taken that agnostics neither believe nor disbelieve in God, it is possible to be a theist or atheist in addition to an agnostic. Agnostics don't believe it is possible to prove the existence of God (nor lack thereof).
Agnosticism is a philosophy that God's existence cannot be proven. Some say it is possible to be agnostic and follow a religion; however, one cannot be a devout believer if he or she does not truly believe.
agnosticism | | 96% | atheism | | 75% | Satanism | | 71% | Islam | | 58% | Buddhism | | 54% | Judaism | | 46% | Paganism | | 46% | Christianity | | 29% | Hinduism | | 17% | </td>
Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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| Oh, how times have changed. Or, have they? |
[17 Sep 2002|05:25pm] |
So, I was going through a bunch of my old papers and junk. Scanning in stuff that I wanted to keep, throwing away other stuff, etc. A lot of this is stuff from 10 or more years ago, even stuff from High School.
Written in very, very tiny letters in the corner of one page full of random doodling is a quick story. It's so stupid, that I thought I would share it with everyone, complete with spelling, grammar, and logical flaws:
ONCE UPON A TIME (what the hell does that mean, anyway?) there was a banana named George. George was NEVER lonely, since he had BUNCHES of friends. George was a very Happy banana, having had a good life so far. In fact, he would soon be ready to bloom. George's BEST friend, Jim The Banana Farmer, came to visit. "Hiya, George!", said Jim. " ", Said George. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" Said Jim, ignoring the screams as he peeled off George's skin, fucked it furiously, and ate George's innards. Jim lived happily ever after.
THE END
Hmm..
On second thought, maybe I shouldn't share this...
Aw, WTF. Enjoy!
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[06 Aug 2002|09:46am] |
Well, still haven't gotten a job. Still haven't gotten even an interview. I haven't even had anyone call me back to tell me I suck.
:-(
I bought a truck yesterday, though. Considering my financial situation, I probably shouldn't have done that, but:
A) My neighbor was selling it for $1000, and it's easily worth at least twice that.
B) Besides that, I weaseled her down to $800.
C) I've been desperately needing a truck for a long time now. It's tough to own an older house without a truck. Every time you need to get a 2 by 4 or a sheet of plywood, it becomes a gigantic ordeal.
So, anyone wanna buy a 1984 Honda Civic 4-door? It's old and beat up, but it's a great car. I would keep it, but I need a truck, and I can't really afford three cars.
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| Wheels are rolling! |
[02 Aug 2002|09:03am] |
Man, am I stoked! I just got my other Vespa to start for the first time since I rebuilt the engine!
Once I get all the cables hooked up and stick on a new set of tires, I'll have *two* Italian Wasps to buzz around on! Anyone wanna go for a ride?
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| Another day |
[29 Jul 2002|10:36am] |
Gee, I sure do seem to have a lot more time to write in LiveJournal all of a sudden.
Just another boring day here, I guess. I plan on working on one of my software projects, looking for a job/sending out a few more resumes. That's about it.
The cat has a hairball.
Gee.
Wow.
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| Ass-Ripping Chili |
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Wow, hey everyone!
I went to bed at like 3 last night, then woke up at 7, when Amber got up for work. Bleh. Couldn't get back to sleep, so I'm working on 4 massive hours of sleep.
Hey, it's impressive to me, okay?
So, since I was feeling poor on Wednesday, I decided to do what I always do when I'm poor: I made a gigantic pot of beans. This time, plain old chili. I bought all of the ingredients on Tuesday, and had this all planned out.
Amber has been sniffling all week and has had headaches. She insisted that it was just allergies. I finally believed her and allowed her to kiss me, and sure enough, the next day I wake up with a cold.
Grr.
I was determined, though. I made my chili, anyway. I had taken a slice of one of the Serranos I was using, and ate it raw to test how hot the peppers were. It was burning my tongue, and I had a cold, so my sense of taste was totally useless. Amber was feeling a bit better. I asked her to come in and taste the chili to tell me if it's spicy enough. I told her to make **SURE** she got a spoonful with a piece of a pepper on it, because those spices leach out when something sits overnight in the fridge and makes it twice as hot.
She insisted that she did, and she insisted that she couldn't even taste the spice in it.
So, I cut up three more Serranos and tossed them in. Mind you, this is a pot with roughly one gallon of chili in it.
She tried again, and said she still couldn't taste it.
My mouth was still burning from the raw pepper piece I ate, so I couldn't taste it, either.
For those that are not familiar with hot peppers:
- Pablanos are dark green, sometimes with black splotches, and are a little smaller than a bell pepper. They're pretty mild; the flesh is sweet and mild, and the seeds about as hot as the "hot" sauce at Taco Bell.
- Serranos are small, thin green or orange peppers, generally a little spicier than Jalapenos, which makes them MUCH hotter than Pablanos.
- Scotch Bonnets are squat wrinkly bright orange peppers, about an inch in length, and are often hot enough to be dangerous. I usually only pick up a few of these to use in case the other peppers turn out to not be enough.
I asked Amber if she was sure. I made her confirm twice that she was getting a piece of the little round green peppers on her spoon when she tasted it. She insisted that she was.
So, I tossed in the last two Serranos, and threw in a couple of Scotch Bonnets.
She said she *still* couldn't taste it!
I was pretty much in disbelief, but I've picked up peppers from the store that weren't nearly as hot as they should be. I assumed that was the case here. I told Amber she was nuts, and threw in the last two Scotch Bonnets. The tally at this point is:
3 Pablanos
8 Serranos
4 Scotch Bonnets
...for 2 pounds of beans.
Once again, I had her taste it. She said "Well, I guess that will do."
So, it simmers for another 15-20 minutes, and then we eat. I start to spoon it out, and I can tell from the smell that it's Too Fucking Hot.
We sat down and started eating it. I thought my tongue was going to start coming off in layers. Amber looked like someone just sprayed asbestos in her eyes and told her that her pets were dead.
We both forced ourselves to eat it because we were starving, but it was miserable. Definitely not the chili experience I was hoping for.
What's the moral of the story?
That's right! Don't talk to strangers!
Er, I mean,
Culinary Faux Pas #1: DO NOT TRUST SOMEONE ELSE TO TASTE YOUR RECIPE FOR YOU!
Not even your spouse! Or your dog!
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| A gigantic tirade about the evils of corporate America |
[22 Jul 2002|05:36pm] |
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It seems like I never think to touch this thing unless something shitty happens. Sorry about that, dear reader. My life really isn't as miserable as this journal probably makes it look.
So...
I got laid off today. I'm totally amazed I made it this long. I survived six rounds of layoffs to be hacked at the seventh.
Pblthpt.
I've got a severance package and a few bucks in the bank, so I'm not immediately decrepit and homeless. I still need a job asap, though. I didn't save all of that money in the bank just to waste it paying the bills.
Acronyms I can grok: EDI, UNIX, HTML, PERL
Also, I do good phone, and I can troubleshoot like a bad mamma-jamma.
If you have a job for me, let me know.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't a gigantic tirade, but it does have something to do with the evils of corporate America, doesn't it?
If I sincerely went off on a tirade about the evils of corporate America, I would probably saturate my internet connection and fill up the storage space on LiveJournal's servers. :-)
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| Humans can kiss my ass |
[03 Jun 2002|03:15pm] |
Here's one that I forgot to document:
Last Tuesday night, some kind soul took it upon hisself to break into my car. They broke my little triangle window in the back, on the passenger side. From there, they reached in, unlocked the door, got into the front, and tore out my CD player. They went through the glove compartment and pulled everything out. They stole my registration and proof of insurance (?) and a small black notebook. Some guy put the notebook and the registration/insurance in my mailbox the next day. I don't know anything about where he found them.
They pulled out the ash tray. I don't smoke, so it was empty, save a tube of chap-stick.
Here's the part that really twists my intestines:
They stole my CDs. 90 of them.
I have my CDs in black folders that hold 50 each. Amber and I had gone on a little road-trip over the weekend, so I grabbed a couple of those folders to keep us entertained on the trip. We got back, I left them in there for two nights, and they got stolen.
Assholes.
No cover art, no jewel cases, no music store in town would buy them like that. I've got some weird stuff in there, too. I know that at least 85 out of those 90 CDs are music that some kid stealing crap out of my car wouldn't even care about. Those CDs went straight into a trash can or a dumpster someplace.
Assholes.
It wasn't my whole collection or anything, but it was a little more than half. It was certainly 2/3 of the stuff that I listen to the most. My neighborhood is even a pretty good neighborhood. This was just some fucking brat walking by with a hammer at 3am. Amber even said she heard something, but she didn't get up to check because it didn't seem like anything important. One quick little *pop* and that's it. Could have been a car door slamming.
Oh, well. How angry can I really be? I've stolen my share of things in my youth. I'm more upset that they're almost certainly just thrown in the trash than I am about losing them. I can only hope that someone with similar musical tastes to mine has the good fortune to find them and get a free boost to their music collection.
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| Every facet of job hunting is miserable and depressing |
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I'm really glad I actually have a job. I don't think I hate anything more than job hunting. Matter of fact, I like having seizures more than job hunting.
A friend of a friend was going to help me with making a new resume. I sent him my old one, and he had a few questions about it. My response email started out fairly innocent and then turned into a tirade.
I thought I would share it with y'all:
So, I took a look at this again. I think this is exactly why I hate making resumes.
I'll try to address some of the stuff he talks about here.
I said on my resume that my objective was to get a position as a UNIX System analyst. He asked me to explain what that is, this is my response:
1)"Objective" garbage: In retrospect, I don't think *I* know what the hell a UNIX System Analyst is. Maybe I knew back when I made that resume. I dunno. Truthfully, I want a job where I can mess with configuring and installing crap on UNIX boxes all day. That means anything from a UNIX Administration to a PERL programming position.
I don't know what I actually, truly, realistically *want*, though. Any suggestions?
Then, he asked for current work experience and education...
2)Work Experience: What kind of work experience are we talking about here? I've primarily had a long string of really shitty jobs working for temp agencies and retailers and stuff. Nothing tech related, and nothing that would even be useful as "management" experience- not that I want to manage anybody.
If you want my technical work experience, it's quite simple. I got a web programming contract with Audiophile International, stayed there like 6 months, until the owner decided he was too poor to afford me. I got a job at Earthlink, worked there for less than a year, then I got a job here at Sybase. I've been here for a little over two years. At Earthlink, I helped everybody imaginable get every device you can think of connected to the Internet. At Sybase, I help EDI Analysts and Programmers translate and route data.
Prior to 1999, it's all whatever crap I could get to pay the bills. At that time, nobody would ever even grant me an interview for any of the countless tech jobs I applied for.
3)I don't have any post-high-school education, nor am I working on any.
4)I'm not a member of any groups
5)How do I make my hobbies seem relevant on a resume? Truthfully, I'm a little embarrassed about my technical endeavors outside of work. I don't think I've started and then completed a tech project in 10 years. I always end up hitting some kind of stumbling block that I beat my head against for a while until I lose interest. The MP3 player is a perfect example- I bought most of the parts that I have for it now 1 1/2 years ago. Now, it's just sitting and collecting dust because I can't figure out how to build a power supply for it. It's not that it's impossible, it's just that it's hard enough that I haven't been terribly interested in it. I guess you could say that I'm *not* the kind of person that "enjoys a challenge".
6)"Bag of tricks": This is a tough one. What do I list? Everything I've ever touched? Only the things I'm *great* at? Where is the line?
-Anyway, yes, I know a lot about networking. I can hook shit up and make it work. I know enough that I could take the concepts I've learned with my little network at home, and apply them to a much larger network with 100+ users. I'm not sure how much further I could go than that, though. If you know anyone that is looking to hire someone to mess around with their network, let me know.
-I understand roughly how a C program works. Can I write "Hello World"? Yes. Can I write a program that will do something handy from the command line? Yeah, probably. Can I write you something you could sell? Unless we both got really lucky, no. As for C++, it's beyond me. I understand the idea of how it's supposed to work, but I would be hard-pressed to write even the simplest object-oriented program.
-I have a pretty similar level of competence with Perl as I do with C. I used to be a *LOT* better with it, but I haven't used it. I haven't had any projects at home to use it for, and nobody at work uses it for anything, so my Perl skills might as well have vanished. I would very much like to write Perl scripts for a living, but I would have to do some major catching up to even be a beginner with it. At this time, I don't think I could even write "Hello World" without consulting my Perl book. It comes back fast, once I start doing it again, but that's not the point. The point is this: Who in their right mind is going to hire a Perl programmer that's going to have to "catch up" on their Perl on company time?
-I haven't built a completed circuit board that actually does what it's supposed to do in 3--4 years. This is mirrored by the fact that something as simple as a power supply is keeping me from moving forward with the MP3 player.
Come to think of it, I think I just have too many hobbies. I mean, throw on the model airplane and the scooters, as well as all of my other regular responsibilities, and how could I possibly have enough time to get really good at any of this stuff?
I've tried on several occasions to remove some hobbies from my life so I can concentrate more on others, but I just end up missing the hobby I removed. The biggest one was when I tossed all of my Electronics stuff because it was too heavy and I couldn't bring it to Michigan. I've regretted that one ever since. It must have been traumatic for me, because I can still remember tossing that stuff in the dumpster in graphic detail. I had no real choice, though. It was a choice between Electronics and Michigan. I wasn't going to give up my best chance of getting on my feet for one of my hobbies. I still think it was the right choice, but it still sucks.
Depression sets in...
Ergh.. This is going rapidly downhill. I just realized that I get depressed every time I start dealing with my resume. This time is no exception. I only got back to this because I had one of my old headhunters call and ask me to send her a new resume. I'd better stop before it makes me feel worse.
Why must the job market always be such a seller's market?
This becomes a real struggle between what I want to do and what I should do. I *want* to work on all kinds of different things. It keeps me interested, and it helps to keep me entertained in my free time no matter what kind of mood I'm in. But, I *should* specialize. I should really devote myself to one thing and get good at it, to make it something I can really sell.
If I decide to specialize, though, what do I specialize in? Which of my hobbies is something that will really result in me getting the best job for my personality? What can I do that will be fulfilling enough that I won't constantly feel like I've neglected my other interests and made the worst decision of my life?
I mean, I like programming a bit, but not *that* much. I enjoy the result far more than the actual process. That would be fine, except that chances are 99% that I would get a programming job writing code that results in something I couldn't care less about.
On the other hand, that's the only skill I have that could ever result in any decent money. **NOBODY** gets a decent job with Electronics skills if they don't have an engineering degree. Even with a degree, electronics engineers don't make all that much cash. It would likely be a similar situation with the end result being something I don't care about, too.
Maybe that's the real issue, here. Resumes always center on one's skills and past experiences with the idea that the individual's goal is a specific position. I don't have a specific position as a goal because any position could be great with one company and shitty with another. My recent experiences here at Sybase have shown me that the difference between a good position or a shitty one could be as simple as doing the same job in a different department, or even just for a different manager in the same department.
I really don't care if I'm a "UNIX Administrator", or an "Electrician", or "Software Engineer". It doesn't matter. The actual work I would be doing is one of the least important things about a job, IMO. That's why making a resume is so hard. I can't decide on a target job position. I would be perfectly happy with one of probably 100 different positions, if it were just the right place.
So, here it is:
-I want to work with people that are similar to myself in *SOME* way other than number of chromosomes.
-I want to work for a business that makes something that I believe in and am proud to help produce. I do NOT want to work for a business that makes something shitty but makes people believe it's good by way of savvy marketing techniques.
-I don't want to deal with people for a living; I'm far happier working with machines. Dealing with people on the side is perfectly fine, I just don't want it to be the focus of my career. I'm a tech, not a salesperson or a customer service rep.
-I don't particularly care about the money. If I make enough to pay my mortgage and eat, then I'm satisfied with the pay. Of course, higher pay is nice, but minimal pay with maximal job satisfaction is far preferable.
-I don't care what my job title is. Call me "Jr. Fucking Asshole, Level II", and put it on my name plaque if you want.
-I'm not even *that* picky about exactly *what* I do.
-Don't make it seem like holy jihad if I ask for time off. I don't care if you don't pay me for it, I just want to be able to take time off for a short vacation once in a while.
I think that sums up what I really want in a career. If I forgot anything, let me know.
I think that's why this is all so difficult for me, too. How does one look for the above? The want ads aren't exactly arranged in order by spiritual fulfillment.
-Android
Thoughts, anyone?
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Okay, so I'm not in such a funk anymore. I sure hope my kid doesn't inherit these mood swings.
Sure, I can't make that motorcycle trip of Europe right now, but Europe will still be there in 20 years. Oh, well. Life is full of compromises. Besides, if I were lucky, responsible, and determined enough, I would have already done it years ago. At this rate, I would never get there anyway.
So, rather than whining and crying about my current plot in life, I suppose I should "make lemonade" and be a little happier about this. I mean, I have an awesome wife. This is only a temporary condition with her mood swings and whatnot. If I become especially fortunate in the years to come, I'll just go to Europe and take my kid with me.
As I had originally suspected, I feel different about it now than I did when I wrote that last letter.
The fact that I'm full of food and I just got to hang out with Garrett probably has something to do with my current mood.
Well, shit. At least I can complain about the fact that it's Sunday night, and I have to work tomorrow. I have a programming project that the customer needed desperately two weeks ago, and I'm probably going to get my testicles torn off by either the customer or my manager or both.
It's not my damned fault I don't know how to use __declspec(dllimport)!!
Anyway, that's nothing to worry about. That's everyday life. I can't very well stress about that too much. If I do, I'll land myself in an early grave, which is much worse than getting laid off.
Anyone here that knows loads about Windows programming in C, care to explain a few things to me about how DLLs work?
Okay, this is off topic and it's getting incoherent. Time for bed.
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Oh, crap.
The Braindead Monkeys' web site **WAS** up, but now it's down again. Looking at the DNS logs on this end, it appears that it died immediately after I made changes to the firewall settings last night.
And because the firewall's blocking access, I can't get in from here to fix it. I guess it's gonna have to wait until I get off work.
>;-P
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I had an oral surgery appointment yesterday. I totally forgot about it until 5:30 the night before, when the doctor's office called to confirm the appointment. It took me like 2 1/2 months to get the appointment, so I couldn't reschedule!
I had a little tiny bump in the back of my throat. My dentist noticed it at my last cleaning and recommended that I have it removed and sent in for a biopsy.
They told me I was only going to need one stitch in the back of my throat when they were done. I figured that would suck a little, but I also figured they'd give me some pain killers or something so it wouldn't be that big of a deal. I thought for sure that one little stitch would be nothing, and so after it was over, I was just planning on driving out to work.
Well...
The doc didn't use nearly enough anaesthetic, so I could totally feel him cutting the back of my throat. Once he started, it was too late because the anaesthetic takes like 5 minutes to take effect. He shot some more back there, but it didn't help. He had to close up the incision, so he put two stitches in it right then even though I could totally feel it. My throat was spasming the whole time, and I was doing everything I could to keep from puking. I had to ask for something to wipe the tears from my eyes.
After it was done the doc asked me how I was. I said (in pain, and with a mouth full of gauze) "It's not the worst experience of my life, but it's right there on the list!"
So, I went home and sat on my couch after that. I was going to call my boss and tell her I wasn't coming in, but I was so nauseous and dizzy that I couldn't stand up again. I tried a few times, and I just couldn't do it. I laid down on the couch and passed out. I drifted between sleep and pain for 5 hours. I sat up and fooled with my computer a little bit (it was sitting right next to me), but I started feeling crappy and slept some more.
Then, Amber came home. She woke me up, and I managed to stand. It was 6:30 by then, and the anaesthetic had worn completely off. My throat felt like the worst strep throat I've ever had, magnitude times 10. I couldn't eat or drink anything. I tried to drink some water, but I only made it through one sip. I tried a second one, but I just had to spit it out and dump out the rest of the glass.
I went to bed after that, flopped around in bed for an hour or so and fell asleep again. From there, I was more or less out until my alarm went off at 5:45 this morning.
Now, it still hurts a lot, but I managed to force down some mushroom soup in the cafeteria. I can drink water now, too.
This sucks.
If you ever have to get this done, just have them give you a general anaesthetic so you don't have to be awake for it. Make them give you a prescription for some kind of pain killer for at least the day or two afterward.
I hope I can manage to eat something tonight. I'm really hungry.
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Boy, what a sucky day.
Amber and I went to the Lenea Festival as we had planned. I was totally lazy and Amber was busy so we didn't get there until too late. We got there just in time to see the last two plays.
We watched the first one, which was a neat little one-act about the dangers of drinking and driving. It was fun; the standard two people sitting in chairs next to each other pretending they're driving recklessly. The driver "only had two or three". There's a loud sound effect, the lights go out, then a spot light turns on and shines on one of them lying on the floor, pretending to be dead. The other one, of course the one that was driving drunk, staggering around and in shock, etc., etc.
Ah, high school plays.
After that was a 45 minute break because the next show was cancelled for one reason or another.
There were some little Shakespeare shorts happening in another building, and I suggested to Amber that maybe we should check them out instead of just sitting around.
She said "Nah, I don't really like Shakespeare."
I said "But, you told me not too long ago that you've never seen anyone perform Shakespeare..."
So, she responded "Well, I tried to read it once. It's a bunch of 'thees' and 'thous' and crap. I don't like it."
"A bunch of thees and thous and crap." I'm not the biggest Shakespeare fan on the block, but I *knew* she didn't even give it a chance, so that seriously annoyed me.
I said "A bunch of thees and thous and crap?! How much did you read?"
"One or two pages."
"You read one or two pages of one play, so now you know for a fact that Shakespeare hands-down sucks because someone said 'thee' in it?! I'm not saying he's the best thing in the universe or anything, but don't you think seeing some high school kids doing Shakespeare plays is more fun than just sitting around?!"
"It's just boring."
"Boring?? How do you know it's boring? You've read probably one page out of one play! And besides that, it's a lot more fun to see it acted out than it is to read it. I mean, Shakespeare didn't sit down and write all these plays with the intention of people just sitting and reading them! There's comedy, drama, action, you just have to put a little effort in to learn how to understand it! Blah blah blah blah blah..."
So, basically, I just went off on a tirade and made her feel bad. She was already feeling bad that day, she tells me later, because she was PMSing.
I finished my rant, and she just took off walking in the opposite direction. I followed after her, because it was starting to get late, and I didn't want her to walk off where I couldn't find her. The whole time I was following, she kept speeding up, looking back, and scowling at me.
Eventually, she walked a bit of her anger off and let me catch up. I realized how lame I was about just not accepting her opinion, and about basically insulting her for not liking friggin' Shakespeare. I don't even really like Shakespeare that much, and I'm here insulting Amber over it.
We talked a bit, I apologized, and we went back to the theatre.
We watched the last play of the day, which was a very artsy play about a kid that brought a gun to school and killed a bunch of his classmates. The dead classmates, all wearing white shirts with ketchup smeared on them, came back to haunt him and kept asking him "Why did you kill ME?!"
It was fun, but we were both pretty drained after what happened. I don't think we had a lot of energy to begin with.
I'm going to go again next year, but next time I'm making a day out of it, instead of trying to squeeze it in after a bunch of other stuff.
Maybe Amber would be more open-minded about Shakespeare if she saw Shakespeare Santa Cruz perform something first?
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I'm going to the Lenea festival at CSUS today. "A three-day festival of high school one act plays, monologues, duets, workshops, and special presentations."
http://www.lenaea.com
I'll let you know how it goes.
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Wow. I really must spend too much time working.
It seems like it's a cold day in hell when I actually get a chance to enter anything in this thing. Then again, I couldn't confirm or deny that hell even exists, so I guess that's a meaningless statement.
So, it's cold. Not freezing cold or anything, just cold. Matter of fact, it's the perfect temperature to be annoying as hell. (back to that hell thing!) It's a little too warm to give me the gusto to start a fire in the fireplace, but at the same time, it's cold enough to be uncomfortable. It's cold enough that this paragraph would be completely unreadable if my backspaces showed up as "^H" because it would have looked like this:
So, it';^Hs cole^Hd. Not freaa^H^Hezing cole^Hd or ant^Hything, just cole^Hd. m^HMatter of fact,.^H, ith^H'e^Hs the perfect temperature to be annout^H^Hying at^Hs hell, ( h^Hbad^Hck to that k^Hhell thingf^H! _^H) It's a little too warm to fi^H^Hgive me that^H^He gusto to start a fire in the fil^Hre placem^H, but at the same time, it's coler^H^Hd enought^H to be i^Huncou^Hmfortable. It's cold enp^Hought^H that this po^Haragraph e^Hwoults^H^Hd bn^He complerw^H^Htely i^Hunreadabe^Hle if my bacv^Hkspav^Hcesd^H showed up at^Hs "^H" because it would have lookes^Hd like tua^H^Hhis:
In rereading that, I see that I completely neglected to mention *why* I'm making so many typos and corrections. Well, the first reason is that I'm a terrible typist, and the second reason is that my hands are stiff, and I can barely feel my fingertips.
Anyway, I don't know what to do today. There are so many things I need to get done. My car is a pile of shit. It needs a new clutch, and it vibrates really bad at freeway speeds. Amber's car is a pile of shit; it has some sort of timing problem ever since I replaced the *@#&$( cracked head. Plus the electrical and the brakes are really shitty. Don't ever buy a Volvo. They are piles of shit. I checked the Consumer Reports archives about a year ago, and throughout the years, Volvos consistently have way higher than average number of brake and electrical failures. I believe it, considering that Amber's car shimmies and squeaks when she stops, and it keeps burning out light bulbs in various places in the car. One of her taillights never lasts more than two weeks.
I was talking about what to do today, though. I suppose I could work on my car, but it's cold, and I don't feel like it. I think I'll stop by the bearing shop and see if they have any of the bearings I need for my Vespa. They would probably charge me half what Vespa Haus would charge me, simply because they're not importing OEM bearings from Italy.
They're probably better bearings, too.
The house is filthy. It wouldn't hurt to clean it up a bit.
It sucks working and driving all the time. You never have any time to get anything done.
Oh, well. Time to see if I won any auctions on eBay.
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[13 Jan 2002|11:54am] |
Okay, this is my first journal entry. La-dee-dah-dum-dum..
I don't have a whole lot of time right now to write this. Come to think of it, I never have a lot of time for anything. Oh, well.
I've got a pretty good mess o' crap to write about my recent experience with cars, but I'll have to write it later. The short version: don't buy a Volvo.
Here's the quick stuff that's fit to print:
Yesterday evening, Amber and I went out for Thai. I don't really know if the restaurant had a name- the sign just said "THAI CUISINE". It was totally killer, though. Fabulous stuff. I had some spicy pork-curry-mint thing, and Amber had some kind of thing with shrimp sauteed in spicy garlic sauce. Yum!
Otherwise, today, I'm going to be making beans. About 6 months ago, Amber's parents came over and I gave them some of my leftovers from the night before. They absolutely LOVED it, and they won't stop talking about it. Every time they come over, they ask me when I'm going to make it again.
So, today's the day. I'm making Feijoada once again, and this time I'm bringing it to their house. They're going to EXPLODE, they'll be so happy. :-)
That's my plan for the day.
I'll let you know how it goes.
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