I come cheap
Sep. 29th, 2003 07:12 amTinhuviel has had their soul valued at £8508 which means 83% of people have a purer soul than him/her.
Online Soul Quotation
Online Soul Quotation
Sep. 29th, 2003
Another Work Week
Sep. 29th, 2003 08:25 amHere it is, another Monday, after a relatively crap weekend. It's days like this that play with my sanity. I'm not sure what's worse: being relieved that the weekend is over or experiencing that oh-so-familiar sense of defeat that comes with returning to work.
The lesser of two evils is sometimes harder to select than originally thought.
At least I didn't come in facing a huge amount of work or a buttload of problems beyond my control. Then again, facing something like that would keep my mind off what a complete asshole I've been the past 24 hours. I'm just hoping that Llew gets in touch with me sometime today to tell me that he accepts my apology.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Anyway.... what do I have planned for this week?
I think that's everything I have to do. I'm sure the list will grow as the week progresses.
What I really want to do is go back to bed and sleep for 14 hours straight. Oh, I actually got into REM last night and dreamed I flushed Chester down the toilet, but he popped back up all wet and surly. I'd love to hear what a dream expert would have to say about that one.
The lesser of two evils is sometimes harder to select than originally thought.
At least I didn't come in facing a huge amount of work or a buttload of problems beyond my control. Then again, facing something like that would keep my mind off what a complete asshole I've been the past 24 hours. I'm just hoping that Llew gets in touch with me sometime today to tell me that he accepts my apology.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Anyway.... what do I have planned for this week?
- Call Felice
- Call Diane
- Make copies of sleep study info papers
- Go to phsical therapy on Wednesday
- Try to find my Star Trek photos so I can finally get that damned library up on eBay
- Check with Prudential about how much longer I have to pay off that 401k loan
- Get Chester another bag of food (a 10 pound bag lasts the weasel half a year...I swear!)
- Pay the phone bill, the light bill, and the water bill
- Call Margaret
- Write Barry
I think that's everything I have to do. I'm sure the list will grow as the week progresses.
What I really want to do is go back to bed and sleep for 14 hours straight. Oh, I actually got into REM last night and dreamed I flushed Chester down the toilet, but he popped back up all wet and surly. I'd love to hear what a dream expert would have to say about that one.
Waking Dream
Sep. 29th, 2003 11:30 amThe insectile buzz of stress overtakes me and I find myself plummeting to safer regions for simple self-preservation.
I am floating. The buzz becomes the sound of perpetual impact where the water meets the land. Carried away in the rolling rhythm of Mother Ocean, I sink beneath the surface and inhale the living waters. All sound is so distant now. I am alone and complete, weightless and free.
Above me I see the shimmer of the setting sun. Schools of fish tickle my skin as they dash past me. A smile breaks my lips and I close my eyes.
There is nothing but the slow rocking motion of the Mother. How She cradles me in Her infinite arms. Deeper do I sink until I feel the ocean floor, soft and silent, alive in it's unique ways. Quietly I curl amidst the exotic plants and sleep the slumber of the yet to be born.
The waking dream of possibility. The Sleep of Ages.
I am floating. The buzz becomes the sound of perpetual impact where the water meets the land. Carried away in the rolling rhythm of Mother Ocean, I sink beneath the surface and inhale the living waters. All sound is so distant now. I am alone and complete, weightless and free.
Above me I see the shimmer of the setting sun. Schools of fish tickle my skin as they dash past me. A smile breaks my lips and I close my eyes.
There is nothing but the slow rocking motion of the Mother. How She cradles me in Her infinite arms. Deeper do I sink until I feel the ocean floor, soft and silent, alive in it's unique ways. Quietly I curl amidst the exotic plants and sleep the slumber of the yet to be born.
The waking dream of possibility. The Sleep of Ages.
The Ass if Forgiven
Sep. 29th, 2003 02:08 pmYes, it seems I have been absolved.
And all is well with the world.
And all is well with the world.
Of Yorkshire Terriers and Basketball
Sep. 29th, 2003 09:13 pmAunt Tudi collects smiley face memorabilia. She has this miniature basketball, oh about 18 inches in diameter, that's yellow and has a smiley face on it. When she got it, it was slightly deflated, so Uncle Michael pumped it up, but he put too much air in it. So now this happy face looks like it's smiling to hide the fact that it wants to take a gun into a MacDonalds...y'know....lots of pressure.
Anyway, I had brought home this office basketball kit from work. It was a POP item for an Eve 6 promotional campaign (at least I think that was the band) and it was left over from the project, so I just brought it home. Aunt Tudi rigs this kit up on our back door and keeps the smiley ball nearby so we can shoot hoops if so incined.
When we shoot hoops, though, Chester gets all bent out of shape and takes the ball away as best he can. This ball is way too big for him to pick up with his teeth, so he just pushes it along with his chest and nose, growling like a rabid weasel. The little bastard gets vicious, I say!
So I was thinking..what if he was able to finally get a tooth hooked into that highly pressurized ball? Of course, the ball would pop like a bloodsucking tick, and probably blow Chester's teeth right out of his head. Then we'd have a toothless Yorkie.
Nothing would be more pathetic than a toothless Yorkie. That's like having a blind midget with a penchant for fighting living in your house. It's comically sad, but sad nonetheless.
Anyway, I had brought home this office basketball kit from work. It was a POP item for an Eve 6 promotional campaign (at least I think that was the band) and it was left over from the project, so I just brought it home. Aunt Tudi rigs this kit up on our back door and keeps the smiley ball nearby so we can shoot hoops if so incined.
When we shoot hoops, though, Chester gets all bent out of shape and takes the ball away as best he can. This ball is way too big for him to pick up with his teeth, so he just pushes it along with his chest and nose, growling like a rabid weasel. The little bastard gets vicious, I say!
So I was thinking..what if he was able to finally get a tooth hooked into that highly pressurized ball? Of course, the ball would pop like a bloodsucking tick, and probably blow Chester's teeth right out of his head. Then we'd have a toothless Yorkie.
Nothing would be more pathetic than a toothless Yorkie. That's like having a blind midget with a penchant for fighting living in your house. It's comically sad, but sad nonetheless.
I'm tired and I cannot sleep. Time for some Stream of Consciousness.
I would vote for Conan the Barbarian, but I wouldn't vote for Arnold Schwarzenegger. I think we need more Barbarians in public office. Things are going badly? Lop off some heads! A cabinet member acts the fool? Lop off some heads! You get a coddled egg instead of the poached you requested? Lop off some heads! You come across a pack of people who aren't honourable, subjugate their fellow human, step on ants, and have bad breath? Lop off some heads!
Whatever happened to Meeno Pelucci? Just because John Erik Hexum ate a bullet doesn't mean Meeno had to be killed too, did it? I've often wondered what he looked like after he grew up. He was a weird looking kid, what with the little round eyes and limp afro.
No air freshener ever does what the advertisements promise it will do. You just about have to hang the thing around your neck like a clove of garlic 'round a Gypsy's throat in order to get any use out of one of them. That said, why do I buy one at least every two weeks?
Hallowe'en draws nigh. I think I'll go to work that day as the invisible man. I may even work some overtime that day.
I have this ongoing fascination with the Black Plague. Periodically, I have to delve into its history and read all about the gruesome details of its impact on humanity. The word in the streets of Science Town says that there's been a resurgence of the good ole Black Death and that the new strains are resistant to our modern methods for fighting and eradicating the disease. Maybe thinking about this is why my ass is still awake.
Aunt Tudi burned her ear with the curling iron the other day. Now she has a burst blister right on the edge that I'm treating with polysporin. It's ugly.
I'd rather be drug by a horse through town in my best suit than to go to work tomorrow. If I can't get to sleep, I may just watch 'Blazing Saddles' and see the dude in Rock Ridge get drug through town instead. "Well, that's the end of this suit!" He says. Gadzooks, I love that movie.
The temperature is supposed to be in the 40's tonight. That's perfect sleeping weather, so why am I not asleep?
Why do Meeno Pelucci and the Black Death plague me in the night? Why?
I would vote for Conan the Barbarian, but I wouldn't vote for Arnold Schwarzenegger. I think we need more Barbarians in public office. Things are going badly? Lop off some heads! A cabinet member acts the fool? Lop off some heads! You get a coddled egg instead of the poached you requested? Lop off some heads! You come across a pack of people who aren't honourable, subjugate their fellow human, step on ants, and have bad breath? Lop off some heads!
Whatever happened to Meeno Pelucci? Just because John Erik Hexum ate a bullet doesn't mean Meeno had to be killed too, did it? I've often wondered what he looked like after he grew up. He was a weird looking kid, what with the little round eyes and limp afro.
No air freshener ever does what the advertisements promise it will do. You just about have to hang the thing around your neck like a clove of garlic 'round a Gypsy's throat in order to get any use out of one of them. That said, why do I buy one at least every two weeks?
Hallowe'en draws nigh. I think I'll go to work that day as the invisible man. I may even work some overtime that day.
I have this ongoing fascination with the Black Plague. Periodically, I have to delve into its history and read all about the gruesome details of its impact on humanity. The word in the streets of Science Town says that there's been a resurgence of the good ole Black Death and that the new strains are resistant to our modern methods for fighting and eradicating the disease. Maybe thinking about this is why my ass is still awake.
Aunt Tudi burned her ear with the curling iron the other day. Now she has a burst blister right on the edge that I'm treating with polysporin. It's ugly.
I'd rather be drug by a horse through town in my best suit than to go to work tomorrow. If I can't get to sleep, I may just watch 'Blazing Saddles' and see the dude in Rock Ridge get drug through town instead. "Well, that's the end of this suit!" He says. Gadzooks, I love that movie.
The temperature is supposed to be in the 40's tonight. That's perfect sleeping weather, so why am I not asleep?
Why do Meeno Pelucci and the Black Death plague me in the night? Why?
One more thing
Sep. 29th, 2003 11:16 pmHow the hell is "meme" pronounced?
MEEM?
MEM?
MEH MEH?
MAY MAY?
Muh MAY?
MAAM?
Whatever.
MEEM?
MEM?
MEH MEH?
MAY MAY?
Muh MAY?
MAAM?
Whatever.
