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10.24.06/21:49 tickling elmo
And the news? The news is Kyushu. Tentatively Fukuoka, but if not, still very likely somewhere in Kyushu. And that's not bad, as it was one of my choices. Eric wants me to get a moped. Man, that's exciting, and it's not too far off.
And the picture? Gabi as Link. That's what she's going to be for Halloween. She's a lot more involved than I am...I'm going as Arthur Dent. It's an easy costume: all I need is a towel and a bathrobe. Should be good times. Back to the Link costume, though, man, she looks hot...like some kind of hot warrior. And that sweet shield. Freakin' sweet. 10.15.06/10:15 century II/54 (1999 edition...) by a strange people and a remote nation the great city near the water shall be much troubled the girl without great difference for an estate the chief frightened, at not having been warned
The french word isn't 'frightened,' it's terreure, and I think this quatrain bears a little discussion. I bought the book before it happened, so it wasn't altered after the fact, no matter how much it was altered by others in the 500 years before it was written...
So what do we make of it? The word chief obviously refers to a president and not a king, which is interesting considering it was written before America was even known. Why couldn't this be Pearl Harbor, you ask? Pearl Harbor wasn't a great city by any stretch of the imagination, and the 'chief' most closely associated with terror is the present one.
However, the girl part probably could be Japan because of its small size (small estate) and tendency to be referred to with feminine pronouns.
Let me go on the record as saying I put no stock in this. 10.15.06/09:50 you're expecting a what...?
And isn't Gabi's geetar awesome? I certainly think so; it allows me to have my acoustic back whenever I get around to restringing it. Seeing Nick enjoy his guitar so much made me want mine back (they're identical...) and I was dismayed to find out the other day he got orange Chucks such as I have. Boos and hisses all around, but still good times.
10.9.06/14:05 down with my sickness [part II]
Some of you will be able to recognize the picture on the left, a product of Google Maps. It's a nostalgic photo I found when typing in random place names to see how they look from space. Neato!
I've been sick for about four days now, which doesn't surprise me one bit. Like clockwork, I get sick every October and every April with the same symptoms, for the same amount of time, and I'm used to it. The upside is that all the dayquil makes me loopy enough to write music and produce, which is what I've been doing.
[the good doctor] short story
This is a story I wrote just now, and I haven't even read it through yet. It's going straight to you, the reader. It's a present for tolerating my flagrant social indiscretions. I don't know what it is, but my soul is starting to feel just a little more unglued than it normally does.
Today I got an e-mail from another Nigerian scammer. I sent him a polite reply, full of colorful expletives and vague threats. After a little time passes, I might post it.
Oh! News! I almost forgot!
Gabi got a new guitar. Man, it's pretty sweet. Not the priciest or fanciest guitar, but Nina is petite and sexy, supple even, everything you'd want in a guitar. Her finger action is amazing, and her neck is smooth and tempting. Oh, Nina, it's too bad men of my orientation just can't party with girls like you. By 'my orientation' I mean left-handed; you're backwards to me. We can still be friends, though.
And if you want to see something eerie, go look at the date of my last 'sick-post' in the archives. The working mechanisms of the universe are enough to creep out a lesser mortal like me, and by 'like me' I mean 'you' (you're like me) but not me per se, as I'm not creeped out. 10.7.06/08:24 duality: zombies/homeless So I'm sitting at work, surrounded by the crack-eyed creatures of the night when it hits me: zombies are real. In almost every measurable aspect, the people I see coming off the street are the zombies of horror movies. Let's examine how:
appearance: this is the most obvious one. tattered clothes, rotting skin, discolorations in the eyes and skin, and dirt-caked fingernails are telltale signs of zombies, and the homeless.
behavior: haphazardly staggering around in search of means, whether it be brains or your spare change. neither one will work for it, and neither one will think twice about snapping your spinal column.
hygiene: both of these creatures are immune to disease, and the stink only helps to incapacitate foes, so hygiene becomes irrelevant. both have symbiotic relationships with viruses, bacteria, and giant, mutated scabies.
creation: both are the dead, meandering shells of formerly productive members of society. whether it's an infected bite or a heroin needle, once the change occurs it is irreversible.
police: police are powerless against zombies and the homeless. this is evidenced by the staggering amount of people I see with pending charges ranging from assault to MURDER showing up at our doorstep.
means of eradication: aside from severing the head, there is no way to kill either one of these. i've seen homeless who have survived dozens of gunshots, stab wounds, bus wrecks, and even exorcisms.
And I know what some of you are thinking: well, you're JUDGING OTHERS, how can you be so horrible? I'm not saying the homeless are bad people, I'm just saying that nobody has any qualms with firing off a thousand rounds of automatic weapons into a crowd of zombies, but as soon as you mention a reduction in SSDI benefits for documented drug users, hands go up in the air and words like 'aghast' and 'compassion' get bandied about as if they have meaning. 10.2.06/22:44 snake in a basement I guess it's old news now, since it's been more than a week, but here I am at work and Gabi calls me to tell me there's a *snake* in the basement. Snakes freak me out. I remember being seven years old and playing in the woods, and there's a 1.5 foot long black snake right in the middle of the path. I ran straight home and hid under the covers.
So I told her what I would tell anyone in a difficult situation: get Grandma! Grandma came downstairs and bashed it on the head with a broom handle and stuffed it in a Pringles can and put it in the trash. She's a much tougher woman than I am. I'd've duct taped the door shut and moved upstairs and bought all new stuff.
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It
was a complex chain of events, starting 12,000 miles away, that led to me
spending the greater part of a day searching for one of these damn Elmo
dolls. Junior told his mom he wanted one, who told her mom, who told
me, and we drove to six stores and all we got was strange looks from store
clerks. And disappointment.
Maybe you're expecting
an update. There's really not much to say. The game is almost
done, even more almost done than it was three weeks ago when I said it was
almost done. The changes I'm making now you probably wouldn't even
notice to play through it. The job thing? Still don't know
where I'm going, just gotta wait I guess. Even though I'm really
impatient. Really really.
The
girl is away for the weekend, you see, so I'm here in the basement all
alone (echo, echo, echo) and I almost don't know what to do with myself.
I bought Tales of Symphonia, and it's been pretty fun playing through the
beginning of that. And we absolutely can't wait two weeks for FF12
to come out; money's been put down on it and the awaiting is eagerly, as
if there's any other kind.
You
know as well as I do that the site has been sucking lately; I haven't done
any funny posts in a long time, and the pictures have been less than
entertaining. Maintaining constant quality is one of the hardest
things about this project, and I'm determined to do better.