I'm bored and felt I needed another blog post, so I thought I'd post the shirt I'm wearing today. I got this shirt from Peaj for Christmas. Yesterday, I wore the shirt Kaylee got me for Christmas which was black and read "I'm a ninja. You can't see me."
I'll have to wear the Exorcist shirt Chuck got me. Perhaps later tonight.
It's getting close to that time. You know, those constitutionals that He likes to take...
It's getting to be coaster season!
I had to bail on my annual PKI trip since it would have fallen on Easter weekend, and the family would murder me if I missed Easter Sunday. Now it's coming up on Cedar Point's opening weekend. I remember the first year I went to Cedar Point for opening weekend. It was 2002. Now, that was a good coaster year, at least for me. It was the year of many trips, and the Point was the second park I hit that season.
Second?
Yep.
I went that weekend to Kennywood in Pennsylvania for a long day of coaster riding and games. It was a good time. I cruised back to Youngstown, Ohio and got to spend a great evening and morning with Stepho, sleeping on the special guest Rainbow Brite sheets. (Remember that, Stephinator?) Then it was a drive to the Point.
I got into the park and ran to the new ride -- Wicked Twister. Fun fun fun.
I rode a couple of times with the wait being under twenty minutes, then went to ride at the rest of the park, but it was a good opening to the season.
Of course, I managed to hit ten different parks that summer, including Indiana Beach which packs more fun per cubic foot than most other amusement parks put in per square yard, but hey -- you need to experience that for yourself. (Look up for the Hoosier Hurricane at Indiana Beach.)
Wings won tonight. Great game! Everyone was in good form, even the guys who were threatening the loud bastard with a chair. Good times.
Yesterday, I stopped by the Brace residence to see Chuck, Peaj, and Kaylee. With me going through old images lately, I was reminded of this photo:
This photo is of Kaylee and her Uncle Rob, sharing a moment. I love the look on both their faces, especially Rob's pure sign of happiness and joy. Kaylee's amazing to see at that age, since she's become quite the kid. It's funny to see how innocent she looks in this picture, as opposed to the talking troublemaker she's become.
I really have nothing to talk about. I just felt like writing an entry that wasn't a quote game post. I think I'm going to end up posting images with a lot of my blog posts in the future.
Is this how you get people to go to church these days? I mean, this would be fun as hell to shoot and be on set for, if I didn't think I'd get struck down by this guy's friends and the residual effect from a strike from the Lord himself...
So, as I'm pouring myself some "cafe con leche" (as Garvin would call it), I was instantly sent back in time to when my mother was playing cribbage and drinking coffee with this woman. I don't remember how they met or knew each other, but the woman was a light-skinned black woman, with what I'd say would be a bit of spanish background as well. She was very light skinned, and had she not said she was african-american, I'd have never known.
Now, you may be asking yourself, "why is Joe spending this much time on her ethnicity and skin tone?" Well, here's why.
After a few visits, I got used to this stranger being in my house. (I'm somewhat leery of anyone who is in my home, until I get to know them.) I decide to be a nice guy and pour coffee for my mother and her friend. I ask if they want cream and sugar, and I knew my mother's answer. Her friend says the following:
"Make the coffee the color of my skin."
Now, I was taken aback by this statement. Her tone was almost condesending with her statement, and I didn't know what to do. Still, for some reason, I find this statement a bit stunning. I think I wound up just bringing out the cream and sugar and let them both do it themselves, but damn.
State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext Sin still plays and preaches, but to have an empty court And the signs are passin', grip the wheel, can't read it Sacrifice receiving the smell that's on my hands...hands...yeah And I listen for the voice inside my head Nothin', I'll do this one myself Lay her down as priest does, should the Lord be a countin' Will be in my honor, make it pain, painfully quick Promises are whispered in the age of darkness Want to be enlightened like I want to be told the end, end, yeah... And the barrel shakes, and, a-directly at my head Oh, help me, help me from myself And I listen, from both sides of a friend Nothin', I'll do this one myself Myself... myself... Yeah, yeah... Hey, na, na, na, na, hey, that's something Hey, na, na, na, na, hey, that's something Hey, na, na, na, na, hey, that's something Wanna back, back it away, yeah, huh, uh And I listen, oh, for the voice inside my head. Nothin', I'll do this one myself Oh, ah, and the barrel waits, trigger shakes, aimed right at my head Won't you help me, help me from myself Hmm...State of love and trust, and a... State of love and trust, and a... State of love and trust, and a... State of love and...yeah...
I meant to post this last Thursday, but never got around to spewing the words out fully...
It's interesting to think of all the aspects and little details of one's life, and really finding out how certain milestones stick out in your head. Obviously, the big ones stand out: The first time you voted. The first time you kissed. The first time you got married. The first time you were arrested for manslaughter... Those first times are practically unforgettable.
But what about the smaller ones?
The first time you stubbed your toe. The first time you wrote a letter you were afraid to send. The first time you felt someone up (or down, for that matter). The first time you looked into someone's eyes and saw complete happiness (or sadness). The first time you sharted (in public, no less...)
Do these moments matter? What is "calendar" worthy? What events in life should you always remember the dates for?
I finished reading "The DaVinci Code" after a long night of reading. I'd only read about a quarter of the book on Easter Sunday (What a good Catholic I am), but I picked it back up about ten o'clock last night, and didn't put it down till one thirty AM.
Great book.
Since I'm not going to talk much about it since I'm exausted, here's some links regarding the book:
While I sit here listening to the Ambient station on Rhapsody and downloading iTunes to get Quicktime files to work properly on my computer...
Sometimes, I have to sit back and think that my current job is turning into a career. I mean,I just realized that next month, I'll have been there seven years. Seven freaking years! Is it something I expected to be doing this long?
No. Not in the slightest, actually.
Well, didn't I go to school to be in a computer related field?
Yeah, but when push came to shove, I didn't think I could tolerate it. I wanted to find something more fluctuating, more changing.
Like film.
I still love to work on projects, but even for that, some of my love is gone. I really feel dissapointed when I look at my path in that field. I know I've been taking some steps in the right direction, but now, I feel like I'm stuck. I need to get out and shoot.
I'd still love to shoot for a living, but other things in life are popping up. What things? Possible home ownership, for one. It's like I'm an adult, but I just don't feel like one lately. I just can't fathom myself being one. I mean, mentally, I've become more business minded, and I can try to advise people, and in actuality, the advice isn't bad... but when I look at myself, I just don't take the risks anymore. It's like I need some safety net.
It fucking sucks.
That's about it. Only fifteen percent more to go on my download, so I'm out.
A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables; and when he picked up a CD player to place in his sack, a strange, disembodied voice echoed from the dark saying, "Jesus is watching you."
He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze. When he heard nothing more after a bit, he shook his head, promised himself a vacation after the next big score, then clicked the light on and began searching for more valuables. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard, "Jesus is watching you."
Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot.
"Did you say that?" he hissed at the parrot.
"Yep," the parrot confessed, then squawked, "I'm just trying to warn you."
The burglar relaxed. "Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?"
"Moses," replied the bird.
"Moses?" the burglar laughed .. "What kind of people would name a bird Moses?"
"The kind of people that would name a Rottweiler, Jesus."
Johnny wanted to screw a girl in his office, but she belonged to someone else.
One day, Johnny got so frustrated that he went up to her and said I'll give you a $1000 dollars if you let me screw you, but the girl said, "No."
Johnny said, "I'll be fast, I'll throw the money on the floor, you bend down, I'll be finished by the time you pick it up."
She thought for a moment and said that she would have to consult her boyfriend. She called her boyfriend and told him the story.
Her boyfriend says "Ask him for $2000 dollars, pick up the money very fast, he won't even be able to get his pants down."
So she agrees and accepts the proposal. Half an hour goes by and the boyfriend is waiting for his girlfriend to call. Finally after 45 minutes the boyfriend calls and asks "What happened?"
She replies "The s.o.b. used coins."
Management lesson: Always consider a business proposal in its entirety before agreeing to it and getting screwed.
I'm not sure if the title is correctly spelled. I don't care either. I'm fading to a High Fidelity moment, but really, I have no more information to gather, and I heard a song on the radio which always seems to hit me. I already posted the lyrics, so I'll link to them (here). I once got emails dealing with this post which I thought meant more. Who knows? Bah. I didn't even drink enough to get minutely buzzed. This sucks.
Well, after a few hours of napping, it was ten pm-ish, and I attempted to sleep.
Foolish me.
I sent out a crapoad of txt messages to people while laying in bed. Now, I'm motivated to be online. Overall, today was a good day. I didn't end up riding my bike again today, but I did walk the dog, and I got through 5.5 chapters in my After Effects book, so things could be looking up.
For those of you who aren't following, Mr. Smith updated the Jason Mewes/heroin tale, "Me and My Shadow" with parts four, five, six, and today's entry, seven.
Not that anyone is wondering, but I've been pretty braindead lately. It's a growing trend with me where once I get home, I can't even think about simple things without generating a headache. Doesn't that sound fun?
Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Heaven, God was missing for six days.
Eventually, Michael the archangel found him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired of God, "Where have you been?"
God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, "Look Michael, look what I've made."
Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "What is it?"
"It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put Life on it. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a great place of balance."
"Balance?", inquired Michael, still confused.
God explained, pointing to different parts of earth:
"For example, northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth while southern Europe is going to be poor; the Middle East over there will be a hot spot. Over here I've placed a continent of white people and over there is a continent of black people," God continued, pointing to different countries. "This one will be extremely hot and arid while this one will be very cold and covered in ice."
The Archangel, impressed by God's work,then pointed to a large land mass and said, "What's that one?"
"Ah," said God. "That's Michigan, the most glorious place on earth. You'll notice that it is made in the fashion of my hand, the Hand of God. There are beautiful lakes, rivers, sunsets and rolling hills. The people from Michigan are going to be modest, intelligent and humorous and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will be extremely sociable, hard working and high achieving,and they will be known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers of peace."
Michael gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed,"What about balance, God?" "You said there would be balance!"
God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the idiots I'm putting around them in Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin and Canada!"
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I'm feeling like ten shades of fucked up right now...
And I'm completely sober.
I'm going to down some NyQuil, maybe the Tussin, and go to bed. I'm hoping this shit passes, but I'm really not on the good tracks.
Just curious... who knows what the appendicitis symptoms are? Since 7:15 pm, I've had long sessions in the bathroom, lower abdominal pain, and a slammin' headache toppped with a fever. I know I'd be exaggerating for the appendix, but fuck. It's not good.
