You’re in touch with the world, and you have a very
strong opinion on things like politics and war.
Even if you do end up changing your image in
the future, most of us will still like you.
What band from the 80s are you?
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I’ve started seeing anti-democrat attack ads via bannter on the net already.
Joy.
I’ve covered my left eye in the hopes of getting some capacity back online on my right one. My parents used to make me do this when I was six, but I don’t think I’ve done it since then.
My work is going about as well as could be expected. Everything takes at least twice as long as I think it will, but I can certainly live with that. It’s a lot better than a hundred times as long.
My eyes are in general killing me. I’m stuck between two conflicting desires: 1) to have my eyes stop hurting and 2) to transition back to a normal day schedule. Today I woke up at 6p.
Definately not a normal schedule.
There’s nothing exciting to report in my life. At all. I mean, I can’t even remember the last time I did somethin genuinely fun. Must do something about this, just not sure what. Actually, I take that back. I can remember one genuinely fun thing, but it’s not the sort of thing one posts about, even in a journal.
[Well, _some_ people do..]
I miss P.
I think I’m going to go play some video games or something.
S.
I had the strangest dream last night. I was in my old apartment in virginia, and they had just sent someone to check me out to make sure I was in complience. There were fireworks outside, and a old building that looked like a grainery was burning down. The guy looked over the apartment, asked me a bunch of questions, and then wrote out a bill for $1200 for 60 minutes.
I got all angry at him for billing me a outrageous amount for what was basically a complience check to make sure I didn’t have explosives or flammibles or anything.
Weird dream.
I think a cat has left a dead mouse as a present for me.
I smelled what I first thought was just methane/leaking sewer/something similar when taking P. home from the Oscars.. [which I’ll get to in a minute ;-)]
Upon returning, I realized that I knew that smell, and it wasn’t methane.. it was developing that fine complex, ripe tinge that only a dead mammel can give.
So I got out the work light and searched around where it smelled the strongest. However, although I did see a cat running off when I first switched on the light, I was unable to find any dead mammels. So whatever it is, it’s small. Probably a mouse.
(Would never have thought a mouse could smell that much, though. You can literally smell it from the front of the house and a goodly ways away. At first I was afraid I would find a homeless person had crept in there and died or something.. okay, very silly thinkg to be afraid of, but you all know me..)
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I enjoyed watching the Oscars. This is the closest I come to the superbowl mania that sweeps the nation – I try very hard not to miss the Oscars, and I prefer not to miss the state of the union address.
I remember last year I watched them in L.A. and then went to a club that was off the walk of stars. Now that was strange.. 😉
I’ll write more about my thoughts about it tomorrow.. I’m quite tired now and am going to sleep. 😉
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My inner child is ten years old!
The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I’m off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don’t understand.
How Old is Your Inner Child?
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So I went down to watertown last night, smoked half a jay [yah, yah, I know, I know.. but it was a party day.. ] and danced to some wicked good old-school techno.
It always amazes me how much my view of the world is influenced by my perspective. Like, there was a guy at Watertown wearing a ‘europe is for homos (with hearts instead of Os)’ shirt, which said www.whitehouse.gov on the back. At first, I thought it was a gay-bashing thing.. but then I realized, this guy was not displaying any animosity towards anyone – and then my DJ friend tells me he’s from one of the local crews.. and I realized, no, Sheer.. it’s funny… and then I smiled, and he smiled, and everyone seemed friendlier.
Totally about perspective.
If you think someone won’t like you – or is making a statement against you [not that I’m gay, mind you, but gaybashing makes me extrordinarily uncomfortable nonetheless] – then your reactions to their perceived view of you means they probably won’t. And conversely.
Anyway, so I talked to a bunch of people last night – like four or five, and I even remember some of their names. It was cool, if a bit different – I got the phone number of a very cheap camera operator who may or may not be any good, we shall see..
As always, I’m juggling too many eggs..
I’ve survived another adventure in the instability of parking meters and all things of that nature.
Or have I?
I created a IRmeter.dll that works wonderfully on my handheld, but doesn’t work at all on my boss’s – no clues as to why, except I have a more recent OS than he does which might have to do with it. So now I have to find images for the old OS and load them on my handheld, which takes for-flipping-ever because you have to do it over a serial port.
In more interesting news, I bought a accoustic guitar, finally – after years of thinking about it, I picked up a Ibenez 12-string at a local pawn shop. I wouldn’t have, but it has a action so low that I can easily bar on it – and you don’t find that in a 12-string every day!
So yesterday I took some time to play peter,paul and mary and Simon & Garfunkel tunes on it, savoring that accoustic sound and feel. She’s (I’ve decided it is gender-female for sure) a beautiful machine with a lovely voice – and a active pickup! Woo hoo!
She’s also tuned to Eb – I’m afraid to tune up to E because I feel like that might raise the action (more stress on the neck) and I don’t want that. So I guess I’ll invest in a capo.
And a strap. 😉
And after I learn a few more songs, maybe I’ll sit out on the ave and sing them, like so many other musicians do.. 😉 The neatest thing about a accoustic guitar is it requires no batteries, no speakers, no amps.. you just need a pick and strong fingers.
Of course, sadly, after only a hour or so of jamming, the twelve-stringed nature of it started to get to my fingers. I can see I’m going to gain some serious callouses out of playing this..
And luckily it was in tune (at Eb..) when I bought it – I don’t even want to think about how hard it must be to tune a 12-string. Maybe I better buy a tuner..
I want to learn ‘blackbird’ and ‘alice’s resteraunt’ and ‘city of new orleans’ and ‘walk on the ocean’… but honestly, peter paul and mary is probably more my speed.
Anyone know a good place to get guitar lessons? 😉
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In other news..
I always think of interesting things to write / talk about in my journal when I’m not sitting at my computer, and then when I sit down, all of it dissapears like a soap bubble. Well, I just woke up, what can I say.
[deletes several ruminations about recent dramas]
My office is a complete disaster. Maybe I’ll take some time and clean it today. And do the dishes, which are also scary.
“We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life,
when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.”
– Einstein
http://fray.slate.msn.com/id/2090904/
I’m pleased to say my choice to support Kucinich was confirmed. 😉