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Thursday, March 15, 2007
DST and the Sound of.....It all started on a Saturday. Good gravy. All excited Friday to get my $17 soundcard. 5.1 surround sound, definite improvement over the onboard card. Oh happy day. Then I discovered the pci slot that doesn't work - winders never found new hardware. So then there was trying another slot. Then installing the drivers from the CD. But every time the drivers got installed I lost net, and phone of course. So then I had beautiful sound but couldn't get online. Uninstalled drivers, net - no sound. So we played with settings, many many settings. And every time winders said "there's no conflict." Right. The sound drivers are the Jews and the Ethernet card is the Palestinians, but no conflicts. Anyway, that was Saturday. Sunday I cleaned, did dishes, laundry, went to the grocery . I was feeling particularly anti-social that day and buried myself in a book for several hours. Had a terrible night's sleep because suddenly 11 was 12 and I layed there doing the math and fretting over not getting up in time. If the clock says 12:00, and I usually go to bed on Sunday night at 11:45, and there is a train leaving San Francisco at 3pm traveling 50 mph, powered by 2 midgets in tutus who consume a quart of beer every 15 minutes.... I managed to drag myself awake Monday. Before I knew it Monday had come and gone, the day part at least. The dream that night made me late Tuesday. I didn't want to wake up and lose where I was - it was just that strange and fun. Last night I went to Circuit City and got another soundcard - this time a Soundblaster. Took it home and after about an hour and a half of booting, rebooting, winders losing my primary hd to boot from, getting it back.... I had net and sound and everything was beautiful and right with the world. So I called my brother and he said it was the best Skype-type call he had ever heard - so clear and crisp. Worth the frustration? The jury is still out. Wednesday night I went "into the big city" to see Hair High in eager anticipation of Plympton madness. It was great for the first half and I had my hopes up for a grand finish. But it fizzled. Looked like someone else took over the project, he ran out of ideas (perish the thought), or just lost interest. Could be a combination I suppose. Came home and played with the computer's entrails for a while, trying to get the ide cables untangled. Was up till almost 1. Ran out of work today. Trying to stay awake til 6. I think I have 5 year burnout. Tuesday, March 13, 2007
AN ADVANCED ALIEN CIVILIZATION HAD TAKEN OVER EARTH AND WE WERE RELEGATED TO HOUSING UNITS MUCH LIKE CONDOS WITH ELEVATOR TYPE DOORS (THE INNER PART OF THE DOOR WAS ORANGE WITH ALIEN LETTERING. THIS IS IMPORTANT THOUGH I DON’T KNOW WHY) THAT LOCKED. WE WERE MONITORED CLOSELY AND IF THERE WAS EXCESSIVE INDEPENDENT THOUGHT OR CREATIVITY OUR UNITS WERE TORCHED BY THE WIRING WITH US INSIDE. IT WAS AN AMAZING SET UP. ALL OF OUR NEEDS WERE TAKEN CARE OF AND WE WERE ISSUED NEW ALIEN BODIES THAT WERE VERY HUMANOID. WE ALSO HAD COUNSELORS THAT WOULD COME IN TO SEE HOW WE WERE ADJUSTING. SOME PEOPLE WERE FINE WITH THEIR NEW SETUP, OTHERS WERE CONSTANTLY NAUSEUOS, AND SOME WOULD DRINK IN EXCESS TO MAKE THEM FEEL MORE COMFORTABLE IN THEIR NEW SKIN. PART OF OUR NEW HOME WAS MADE UP OF A HUGE INDOOR FLEA MARKET IN ATLANTA. THERE WE COULD SHOP AND FREELY MOVE ABOUT. THERE WAS A HUGE CITY ABOVE US. ALL BLACK TOWERS WITH BRIGHTLY LIT WINDOWS. FLYING SHIPS OR CARS. LOOKED VERY MUCH LIKE A SEMI-ANIMATED MATTE PAINTING. THERE WERE OTHERS LIVING UP THERE THAT WERE EVEN MORE CLOSELY REGULATED THAN WE WERE AND AT NIGHT WE COULD SEE EXPLOSIONS AND FIRES AND IN THEIR UNITS. WE KNEW THAT SOME OF THEM LONGED TO LIVE WITH US IN OUR CITY. I WISH I COULD REMEMBER ITS NAME. IT BEGAN WITH A C, THAT'S ALL I'M GETTING AT THE MOMENT. ONE OF OUR HOSTS HAD BEFRIENDED ME AND HE WAS AN ARTIST. HE WROTE, SCULPTED, ETC. I WAS ALLOWED IN TO MOVIES WHEN I WAS WITH THEM. WE SAW SEVERAL UNITS GET TORCHED EVERYDAY AND AMAZINGLY IT DID NO DAMAGE TO THE ONES AROUND THEM. 2 OUTSTANDING VISUALS WERE IN THIS DREAM. ONE WAS WHERE THIS GIRL WAS MAD AT HER BOYFRIEND. EVEN THOUGH HE HAD ONLY ONE PROSTHETIC EYE IN THE FORM OF A CAMERA AT THE END OF A LONG CABLE, IT WANDERED. SHE DECIDED THAT IF HE WANTED TO SEE EVERYTHING OR EVERYONE SO MUCH THAT SHE WOULD HELP HIM. SHE GRABBED HIS "EYE" AND PLUGGED IT INTO AN OCTOPUS OF CABLES LIKE IT. SUDDENLY I COULD SEE THROUGH THIS CABLE AND IMAGES OF TELEVISION, MOVIES, AND PEOPLE WERE COMING IN FROM ALL DIRECTIONS. IT WAS OVERWHELMING AND HE ABOUT LOST HIS MIND. ANOTHER INTENSE VISUAL WAS MY FRIEND TAKING ME TO A LASER LIGHT SHOW. IT WAS ALL ON THE CEILING AND IT PUT ME IN A DEEP HAPPY TRANCE. THERE WAS A SIDE OR BACK STORY TO THE DREAM TOO, ABOUT WHEN WE WERE FIRST INVADED AND SOME GIGANTIC ROBOT THAT WAS RAVAGING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT. AND THERE WAS ANOTHER INVASION THAT HAD STARTED ON A SMALLER SCALE INVOLVING INSECTS. SEEMED THAT WHEN EXTERMINATORS CAME TO KILL ROACHES, FLIES, ETC. THEIR CHEMICALS ACTUALLY MADE THEM MULTIPLY EXPONENTIALLY. THAT WAS CREEPY AS WELL. FROM MY VIEW I COULD SEE THE CRITTERS IN THE CRAWLS SPACES AND AIR DUCTS GETTING SPRAYED AND ACTUALLY SAY THEM GROW IN NUMBERS. LIKE I COULD SEE THE GUY ABOVE THE GRATING SPRAYING THE CHEMICALS. ANYWAY, THAT'S ALL I REMEMBER FOR NOW. Wednesday, February 28, 2007
so i was just laying there on the living room rug my neck hanging kind of off hinge i could hear all the noises old buildings make mixed with the sound of other people people and their children people and their dog an incessant child standing outside her apartment just saying mommy over and over and over mommy never came after about 15 minutes it had stopped just as i had mustered the strength to move to go to the front door and scream at this little girl to shatter this lie she was living this moment she was in where if she just kept saying the word, mommy would appear life isn't like that i would tell her she would cry i would feel like a monster, again the next 20 minutes lasted all day i tried to read but couldn't focus i tried to hammer at the keyboard hoping something that made sense would fall out nothing no phone rings, no one knocks doorbell is dead just the battery i think in the button downstairs surely there are people anxious to talk to me people who need to know my opinion on something someone who needs some obscure piece of trivia that could only be trapped in MY head nothing the cat comes to investigate something is wrong he knows my mood is aromatic in a way only he can sense and that attracts him go to bed he purrs, sleep is good it's just so he can lay on top of me for a while cat furniture that's what i amount to today catatonic in front of the squealing box bright eyed newscasters simply frothing to tell the world something bad news, more bad news, tragedy, they live for it and hope hope is lost gas is $2.60 a gallon and rising by the way they found christ's body - oh and he had a wife and kids i wonder what would happen if someone found mohammed's body things go gray for a while hours pass i awake to the slamming of other apartment doors people noises, dog on the stairs his pet human taking him to do his business i take something to drown them out to make me soluble easily absorbed into the TV into the background of elsewhere Monday, February 26, 2007
Shape-shifting is the supernatural art of creating illusory appearances and transformations out of thin air. Demons, using only their energy, can appear as smoke, as temptresses, animals, grains of sand, flickering lights, blades of grass, or neighbors. ~ A Field Guide to Demons, Fairies, Fallen Angels, and Other Subversive Spirits Friday, February 02, 2007
I had a doozy of a dream this morning. I was out in the woods hunting with some guy I didn’t know. Me with a gun. There is an unlikely scenario. Anyway, we were trying to protect these sheep from some wolves there. I followed one of the sheep up a tree – yes he was a climber and had a big gold bell around his neck. We had both climbed up to the top of this bendy tree and he wouldn’t come down. Suddenly we were all on the ground and I was talking to this hunter. He was explaining that sheep were very expensive to keep. I always thought they just ate grass and weeds, but apparently these ate 8 dozen eggs at a time, several times a day. Then I was at home with my parents and brother and we had the dinner table set up with this grid of shallow boxes. Each one contained a small portion of rice noodles. I was supposed to teach my brother some math/logic trick with the noodles, but didn’t have the faintest idea how. It was very frustrating. Luckily about that time there was a paw on my face and the furry alarm clock woke me out of it. Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Ok, well, it's been a while but that doesn't mean there's nothing new going on. I have had the fitness bug as of late, late December sometime. I've lost oodles of weight since then and feel motivated. Youngest mall walker in the area, pretty sure. Last night was evil. Last trip to the Doc revealed that I had lost yet another 9 lbs. So upon my 4th or 5th lap around the usual route - which includes L.S. Ayres - they are uncomfortable with that - but hey it adds length to my route - I decide to stop by the GNC and use their oh so impressive electronic scale. Payed .50 for them to tell me my fat ass had gained 4 lbs since going to see Dr. Quackers! This REALLY pissed me off and I did extra laps that incorporated all staircases in my path. After the mall closed I visited the local Wal-Mart and bought a $5 analog scale. Took it home, weighed again and lo and behold I had LOST 6 lbs. So as near as I can figure, GNC rigged the scale to weigh heavy in an effort to lure me into their store so I could purchase their overpriced legal speed. NO THANKS. I walk at least 4 nights a week at an hour a pop, and have cut my portion sizes in half. Doing fine on my own. My friends in Cleveland are gym crazy and go every day. I am very proud of their progress and wish them continued success. Weird car news. There are appx 200 miles left on my warranty and today on the way to work something most unexpected happened. As I was driving I thought I spied a water drop traveling sideways towards the bottom of the windshield. Upon closer inspection, and to my horror, I was actually watching a crack develop. The heater and defroster have always been super hot and I am afraid that this may have weakened the glass over time. Anyway, now I have to figure out if insurance will let me claim it, if it will raise my rates, and lastly if they can get someone to replace it with it leaking after. Anything else? Oh yes, gas prices. I stopped last night at the local K-Roger and got gas for $2.07 - without even using the Plus card. So I'm headed home and only a few blocks away I spot the local Shell sporting $2.39/gallon. I ask you WTF! How can the same gas be .32 higher - that close?! I want some crime scene tape so I can mark off their pumps. Gouging MUGGA FUGGAS! And lastly, without naming names, my thoughts are with 2 really good friends who are going through some tough times this month. One is in town with a relative who is not long for this world and the other - their fiancee- is home alone in Cleveland. Know that I care and call me or email if you need me. I love you guys! Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Liquor by Poppy Z. Brite I loved this story from begninning to end and can't wait to read Prime. While I never cooked in New Orleans, I did my time in food service. I think this helped a great deal in being able to identify with the characters, but I probably would have liked them anyway. Rickey and G-Man make a great team, each completing the other really. It also helped that I used to work for a coked out manager, also named Mike. Poppy does an excellent job of setting scenes and you can see and hear everything that is happening. It was very easy to picture Rickey and G-Man's apartment, Lenny's kitchen, all of the places they hung out and all stages of their restaurant coming to fruition. I loved following them through their trials and triumphs. I was sad for them when things didn't seem to be working out, angry at people that tried to sabotage them, and joyous over their opening night and success. Did I mention I REALLY liked this book? I have also read Exquisite Corpse, and Wormwood. I loved them as well, and Liquor was an interesting departure from both. 5 Beans! Go buy this title now! Tuesday, November 29, 2005
The Envelope Please.....
Friday, July 22, 2005
Dear Diary Dear diary, what a day it's been, Dear diary, it's been just like a dream. Woke up too late. Wasn't where I should've been. For goodness sake what's happening to me. Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary. It was cold outside of my door. So many people by the score, Rushing around so senselessly They don't notice there's people like me. Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary. They don't know what they're playing. They've no way of knowing what the game is. Still they carry on doing what they can Outside me, impolitely, dear diary. It's over, will tomorrow be the same? I know that they're really not to blame. If they weren't so blind then truly they'd see There's a much better way for them to be Inside me, yours truly, dear diary. Dear diary, Took a stroll today. A bit of sun came out later So I went out and strolled about, looking at the shops. Didn't really see anything I liked, So I didn't buy anything. On the way home I posted a letter. Been quite a nice day. Somebody exploded an H-bomb today, But it wasn't anybody I know. Monday, June 20, 2005
This morning's adventure was odd and probably food and conversation induced. Yesterday I had lunch with the parents and I expressed my concern with their planned trip to Israel this November. I am NOT comfortable with them going anywhere near the Middle East. Those fuckers are crazed - the Arabs and others that have spent too many centuries in the sun, not my parents. Though this trip makes me wonder. So they're telling me it's not as bad as the news here makes it out to be. That people aren't blowing shit up right and left. Um, are we living on the same planet? Anyway, the dream was not unlike a few others I have had - where I'm clairvoyant and can see what people are doing before I get to where they are. In this case there were all these middle eastern children dressed in white. Each of them had a bottle of Heinz ketchup and they were squirting it at their foreheads and on their clothes so that they would look like they had been shot or injured somehow. When we reached them they were crying and showing us their clothes. I told them that I knew it was ketchup and my guilt or sympathy could not be gotten that easily. There was another part of the dream where the kids next door to where we were staying would bring us 2 big bags of ice every day. There was a cat on their front porch and he seemed to be roasting alive - wearing a fur coat in that climate is probably bad. Anyway, I iced him down a bit and he really seemed to like it. A little too much perhaps. At one point he looked like a wet rat and was thin and rather elongated. I managed to get most of the ice off of him but he guarded a big chunk of it and insisted on laying against it. There was another part where we went to a local market, and dammit if wasn't run by Hispanics! In the same neighborhood you could see an open Wendy's restaurant and what used to be a Denny's. At one point I was in a car with one of my old roomates and a bunch of other people. We dropped some of them off and I remember when one of them got out of the car, these huge pills fell out of his pocket. He didn't seem to notice, so I hoerked them. Flash forward to some bizarre scene where the ex-roomate wanted us to be found in the car, in a particular pose. He and 2 girls were in the front seat with whited out faces and I was in the back seat. When they found us, they also found suicide notes for the 3 of them that the roomate had put together as part of this act or play. Later he and I were in the car alone and he kept asking me was wrong. I explained that I was really brought down by the fact that my note was missing. I felt disappointed that he wouldn't even go to the trouble to fabricate one for me. That's about all I remember, but I think it's enough. |
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