It appears I've been slackin off on my bloggin, yo! Hahaha... Well, last month the housing inspector stopped by and gave me two weeks to remove the clutter from my apt. So I was busy doing that. And this month I've been busy with NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, for those who don't know). Yes... I'm writing a novel. It's nothing but a bunch of crap. But by the end of this month I hope to have 50,000 words of crap. Of course I also have my dad's birthday and Thanksgiving coming up. So all of my blogs will no doubt suffer through out the month of November. The of course we get December -- my most dreaded time of the year. Ughh. I'll try to keep up on my blogging, but I'll probably be doing a lot of bitching as it gets closer and closer to Christmas. But then after Christmas... well... that's when the fun begins! As much as I hate Christmas, I love New Years. And I love that week between the two days, as I begin to relax from the hustle and bustle of the Holiday season and start reflecting on the past year and focusing on the New Year to come -- what it will bring, and what I would like to accomplish before the next years end.
Of course every New Years Eve, I also take some time to show respect for Lt. Col. McAllister -- the Army officer who on December 31st, 1986 was stabbed by an enlisted man just outside the P/X at the Presidio of San Francisco as he waited in line at the hot dog stand... and as my friends and I sat at a nearby table. And this year will mark the 20 year anniversary of that event. Hard to believe. But since that day, every year on New Years Eve, no matter what I've been doing, my thoughts have been with the McAllister family.
But anyway... I need to stop writing in here and start writing some more of my trash novel. Until I post again... whenever that may be.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Our future, with Dick & Jen (Metro Times Detroit)
Our future, with Dick & Jen
by Jack Lessenberry
10/11/2006
"Michigan is, by common consent, in terrible shape, thanks mainly to the domestic auto industry. What nobody likes to talk much about is that it will soon get worse, as the previously announced massive auto layoffs kick in over the next two years.
Last week Gov. Jennifer Granholm went toe-to-toe with Republican trillionaire Dick DeVos in the first of three televised debates. (There was another debate scheduled for last night, which, thanks to the Tigers' playoff game, was likely seen only by two paraplegics who dropped the remotes in Benton Harbor and Ubly.)
I expected very little out of the first debate, but watched it anyway, since I have no friends. What I imagined is that they would be like two skinny sumo wrestlers, cautiously pushing each other in a narrow ring.
In fact, it started even worse than that. The only issue that really matters in this state is the economy, and what we can do to avoid looking like a cross between Haiti and the poorer parts of West Virginia in a few years.
But instead, moderator Tim Skubick, who can come across as sort of an attack ferret, chose to begin by asking if they lied in their commercials. That led to several minutes in which each seemed to be auditioning for a remake of Mean Girls. ('You lie, I don't! You said I didn't meet with Honda! I have pictures of me meeting with Honda!' etc., etc.) Many viewers must have longed for the maturity of Lindsay Lohan. Eventually, however, the candidoids moved on to other topics, and gradually something became pretty clear, which was that Dick DeVos has no business running for governor of Michigan.
Within minutes, he demonstrated conclusively that he a) is a narrow partisan ideologue, b) has no grasp of how state government works, c) is a dangerous religious extremist and d) can't think on his feet."
Click here for full article from the Metro Times
by Jack Lessenberry
10/11/2006
"Michigan is, by common consent, in terrible shape, thanks mainly to the domestic auto industry. What nobody likes to talk much about is that it will soon get worse, as the previously announced massive auto layoffs kick in over the next two years.
Last week Gov. Jennifer Granholm went toe-to-toe with Republican trillionaire Dick DeVos in the first of three televised debates. (There was another debate scheduled for last night, which, thanks to the Tigers' playoff game, was likely seen only by two paraplegics who dropped the remotes in Benton Harbor and Ubly.)
I expected very little out of the first debate, but watched it anyway, since I have no friends. What I imagined is that they would be like two skinny sumo wrestlers, cautiously pushing each other in a narrow ring.
In fact, it started even worse than that. The only issue that really matters in this state is the economy, and what we can do to avoid looking like a cross between Haiti and the poorer parts of West Virginia in a few years.
But instead, moderator Tim Skubick, who can come across as sort of an attack ferret, chose to begin by asking if they lied in their commercials. That led to several minutes in which each seemed to be auditioning for a remake of Mean Girls. ('You lie, I don't! You said I didn't meet with Honda! I have pictures of me meeting with Honda!' etc., etc.) Many viewers must have longed for the maturity of Lindsay Lohan. Eventually, however, the candidoids moved on to other topics, and gradually something became pretty clear, which was that Dick DeVos has no business running for governor of Michigan.
Within minutes, he demonstrated conclusively that he a) is a narrow partisan ideologue, b) has no grasp of how state government works, c) is a dangerous religious extremist and d) can't think on his feet."
Click here for full article from the Metro Times
Saturday, October 07, 2006
What Do You See?
Look at this picture, then read the explanation which follows it.
Unless you're a young child, you probably saw a couple in an intimate pose. However, studies suggest that young children will not see the couple, because they have no prior experience to associate it with. What they will see is the nine dolphins in the picture. You may not even have noticed that there are nine dolphins in the picture, but look more closely... they're there.
Unless you're a young child, you probably saw a couple in an intimate pose. However, studies suggest that young children will not see the couple, because they have no prior experience to associate it with. What they will see is the nine dolphins in the picture. You may not even have noticed that there are nine dolphins in the picture, but look more closely... they're there.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Quit Smoking AGAIN...
...perhaps this will be the last time I'll need to.
I smoked for 20 years, which is more than half of my life, and I'm really ready to quit and put my health first.
So far, I've been without a smoke for 10 days, and while I occasionally feel I want to smoke, a combination of nicorette and cinnamon sticks helps satisfy those urges. The nicorette obviously provides me with the nicotine my body has become so addicted to, while the cinnamon sticks make a nice roughly cigarette sized substitute to hold on to and suck on, etc.
I'm not planning on following the recommended treatment plan for nicorette this time, as last time it just left me addicted to the gum, and I then had to use the patch to get off the gum. At that time, those were the main nicorette placement therapies available. Now I could see myself going through a cycle of addiction to various nicotine products... the gum... the patch... commit lozenges... that little puffy inhaler thing that's available by prescription only... back to the gum, etc. But I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm already working on weening myself off nicorette by substituting regular gum for it when I can. I will probably always need something to hold in my hands and/or stick in my mouth, tho. And I don't mind that... as long as it's not cancer causing.
I smoked for 20 years, which is more than half of my life, and I'm really ready to quit and put my health first.
So far, I've been without a smoke for 10 days, and while I occasionally feel I want to smoke, a combination of nicorette and cinnamon sticks helps satisfy those urges. The nicorette obviously provides me with the nicotine my body has become so addicted to, while the cinnamon sticks make a nice roughly cigarette sized substitute to hold on to and suck on, etc.
I'm not planning on following the recommended treatment plan for nicorette this time, as last time it just left me addicted to the gum, and I then had to use the patch to get off the gum. At that time, those were the main nicorette placement therapies available. Now I could see myself going through a cycle of addiction to various nicotine products... the gum... the patch... commit lozenges... that little puffy inhaler thing that's available by prescription only... back to the gum, etc. But I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm already working on weening myself off nicorette by substituting regular gum for it when I can. I will probably always need something to hold in my hands and/or stick in my mouth, tho. And I don't mind that... as long as it's not cancer causing.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Where you live linked to life expectancy - Yahoo! News
Where you live linked to life expectancy - Yahoo! News:
"Where you live, combined with race and income, plays a huge role in the nation's health disparities, differences so stark that a report issued Monday contends it's as if there are eight separate Americas instead of one.
Asian-American women living in Bergen County, N.J., lead the nation in longevity, typically reaching their 91st birthdays. Worst off are American Indian men in swaths of South Dakota, who die around age 58 — three decades sooner.
Millions of the worst-off Americans have life expectancies typical of developing countries, concluded Dr. Christopher Murray of the Harvard School of Public Health."
Interesting article...
Anna Nicole's Son Dies, Daughter Is Born | Anna Nicole Smith : People.com
Anna Nicole's Son Dies, Daughter Is Born | Anna Nicole Smith : People.com: "Anna Nicole's Son Dies, Daughter Is Born
MONDAY SEPTEMBER 11, 2006 08:00AM EST
MONDAY SEPTEMBER 11, 2006 04:20PM EST UPDATED
By Stephen M. Silverman
Anna Nicole and Daniel Smith Photo by: Lisa Rose / jpiAnna Nicole's Son Dies, Daughter Is Born | Anna Nicole Smith
Daniel Smith, the 20-year-old son of Anna Nicole Smith, died suddenly in the Bahamas on Sunday, three days after the former Playboy Playmate gave birth to a girl, according to a statement from Smith's attorney.
Reginald Ferguson, assistant commissioner of the Royal Bahamas Police Force, tells PEOPLE Daniel was visiting his mother at Doctors Hospital when he was found in her room at about 9:00 a.m. Sunday morning.
'He was found in a condition of non-responsiveness,' Ferguson says. 'I am not certain who made the alarm, and doctors were called in but he was pronounced dead.'
Ferguson says police officers were called to the scene, but there was no evidence of foul play: 'There were no signs of violence to the body and there has been no sign of any unusual activities in the room that he was in.'
An autopsy was being performed Monday afternoon and police were awaiting its results before determining a cause of death. Despite some newspaper reports, 'We have no information about a heart attack at this time,' Ferguson tells PEOPLE.
Daniel Smith, who often appeared on his mother's E! reality program The Anna Nicole Show, was in the Caribbean nation where his mother, 38, gave birth to a girl on Thursday, her lawyer, Howard K. Stern, said in a statement.
A statement posted on Smith's official Web site, annanicole.com, reads, 'On Sept. 7 Anna Nicole gave birth to a healthy 6 lb., 9 oz. baby girl. Her son Daniel was in the Bahamas with her to share in the joy of his baby sister when he passed away suddenly on the morning of Sept. 10.
"We have yet to learn the cause of death but do not believe that drugs or alcohol were a factor. Anna Nicole is absolutely devastated by the loss of her son. He was her pride and joy and an amazing human being. Please do not make any press inquiries at this time so that Anna Nicole can grieve in peace."
Daniel's father, Smith's ex-husband Billy Smith, tells TV's Extra of the death of his son, "It's so sad. I hated that it happened. He was so young. I'm sort of in shock right now." According to Extra, Billy Smith had not seen his son since Daniel was two years old and last spoke to his ex-wife in 1996.
Smith, who earlier this year won a U.S. Supreme Court decision to claim her stake in the will of her late husband, billionaire J. Marshall Howard, has not publicly named the father of her second child.
This is just one of those things that make you go... hmmm... too bizarre... and too sad. To bring forth into this world a new life, and then just three days later, to lose your 20 yr old son at your bedside. That's wrong on so many levels. As if it's not bad enough that Anna Nicole lost her son at such a young age, for her to have to grieve that loss at such a time when she should be free to celebrate the birth of her new baby girl, is so unfair. One could harshly state that in place of her son, Anna Nicole has now gained a daughter, as if that should some how be a comfort to her. As if it was somehow in God's will. But in all fairness, no one life can ever be replaced -- only lost.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
"And that's today's 'Couricosities'..."
From Katie Couric's Blog -- submitted proposal's for her nightly sign off.
My personal favorite --
"Thanks for watching. I'm Katie Couric, and I am not just for breakfast anymore."... lol
"And that's today's 'Couricosities'..."
http://www.cbsnews.com/blogs/2006/09/08/couricandco/entry1987509.shtml
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Bad Cats (Funny) and what they do when you leave them alone!
| In 2000 the group PETA produced a funny video about "Bad Cats" and what happens when you leave them alone. The idea was to draw attention to the need to Spay and Neuter cats to control the feral population. | |
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Another Article on John Mark Karr
From The Washington Post, When Photos, Memories Are A Little Hazy:
"So you've maybe got a famous murderer in the family. Or you were married to one. He's extradited, he's very much in the news, and he's just as creepy as you remember him. You'd like to smack him upside the haid. You'd also like to prove to the world what a complete, dweeb-faced liar he is.
To do that, however, the world needs for you to please go into your spare closets and basements and look for old Christmas photos of him, specifically from Dec. 26, 1996, to prove he wasn't in Boulder, Colo., with the dying JonBenet Ramsey..."
"So you've maybe got a famous murderer in the family. Or you were married to one. He's extradited, he's very much in the news, and he's just as creepy as you remember him. You'd like to smack him upside the haid. You'd also like to prove to the world what a complete, dweeb-faced liar he is.
To do that, however, the world needs for you to please go into your spare closets and basements and look for old Christmas photos of him, specifically from Dec. 26, 1996, to prove he wasn't in Boulder, Colo., with the dying JonBenet Ramsey..."
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
The JonBenet Effect
From The JonBenet Effect - Yahoo! News, during a tongue-in-cheek comparison of JonBenet Ramsey and John Mark Karr to Chandra Levy and Gary Condit:
"What ever happened to Chandra and Gary? Who cares?! We've got their replacements in JonBenet Ramsey and John Mark Karr. They're younger, weirder and wear more make-up."
Monday, August 21, 2006
Quote Of The Day
"In truth, the solar neighborhood started going downhill with the admission of Pluto after its discovery in 1930."
--from Crashing the club: Proposed redefinition of planets could give every Ceres, Charon and Xena a status once exalted.
--from Crashing the club: Proposed redefinition of planets could give every Ceres, Charon and Xena a status once exalted.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Lost Hope
Wow... the summers seem to be going by faster and faster every year. So much I wanted to accomplish this summer, and I've done... nothing. NOTHING!!! So much I wished to accomplish in my life, and I've done nothing.
I turned 38 one week ago. Do I feel 38? I dunno... I've never been 38 before, so I've really nothing to compare it to. But I will say this -- I feel like I've let my life pass me by. I feel young at heart, yet weary and beaten and oh so jaded. Tonight, my 20 year high school class reunion will be heald... but I won't be there. I've no money to pay the $50 cost. No car to take me there and back. No spouse or children to show off. No degrees or career to boast about. In short, I'm still living the same now, 20 yrs after graduation, as I did at 19, one year after graduation. The only real difference -- at 19, I still had hope.
I turned 38 one week ago. Do I feel 38? I dunno... I've never been 38 before, so I've really nothing to compare it to. But I will say this -- I feel like I've let my life pass me by. I feel young at heart, yet weary and beaten and oh so jaded. Tonight, my 20 year high school class reunion will be heald... but I won't be there. I've no money to pay the $50 cost. No car to take me there and back. No spouse or children to show off. No degrees or career to boast about. In short, I'm still living the same now, 20 yrs after graduation, as I did at 19, one year after graduation. The only real difference -- at 19, I still had hope.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Quitting Smoking?
The doctor has placed me on Wellbutrin XL. Wellbutrin is the marketing name for the anti-depressant bupropion, which is also marketed as a quit smoking aid under the name of Zyban. The exact reason for the doctor prescribing this for me is unclear. She said it would help with my depression AND help me to quit smoking. We had discussed my mood, as I was seeing her about getting my Zoloft prescription refilled. And we had also discussed my cutting down smoking (as we do everytime I go to see her). When she left to get my Zoloft script, she came back with a script for the Wellbutrin, too. So... I just started on the Wellbutrin this morning. I will be taking one 150 mg Wellbutrin tablet every morning, and I will also continue to take 200 mg daily of Zoloft, but I will now be taking the Zoloft at night rather than in the morning. So far, I notice nothing from the Wellbutrin-- neither a lift in my mood nor a reduction in my cravings for cigarettes. But it is only my first day, so we'll see how it works out as it continues to build up in my body over the course of the next month or so.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Resistance is Futile...
Well... where have I been? Let's see... mostly I've been here and here, but I've also managed to waste some time here and here.
radio.blog club offers a stand alone player(currently radio.blog v. 2.5), which can be downloaded for free, and used to host your favorite songs on your website. It also offers a juke.blog, which you can access from the site, and requires no downloading, but which can be 'popped-up' from the web page so you can continue listening as you surf the net. Both the radio.blog and the juke.blog enable you to stream selected music, so again, no downloading is required. I especially like the juke.blog. It's easy to use... just search for your favorite songs and add them to your playlist. The search results come from a list of radio.blog users who are currently hosting your requested song/artist, and who have selected to share their music with radio.blog club members. And almost any song you're looking for can be found.
Playsite is a UK based game site which hosts a variety of flash,shockwave and java games. Achieving a high enough score on a game will earn you P-nuts, which in turn can be used to enter competitions for prizes. You can also purchase the P-nuts, if you find playing games to tedious but still want to enter the competition and/or you wish to enter the competition more times than your earned number of P-nuts will allow. I don't know if it's worth forking out the money for playsite's imaginary currency. I've never won anything in the competition other than more P-nuts, which I was able to use to enter the competition again and win more P-nuts, etc. But I have to say, Lightening Pool is a truly fun and addictive game.
As for Global Consciousness, I'm not exactly sure why I've spent so much time on that site, but I'm intrigued by it, for some reason. It kinda started for me as a Google Widget. Then I found myself visiting the site... and, well...
But about those Google Widgets! I love Google... and I love widgets! There's so many different widgets you can add to your personalized Google homepage! Not only is there the Global Consciousness module, but radio.blog and Playsite also offer modules. There's widgets that will show you the time... mini-game widgets... instant messaging widgets... widgets that allow you to browse the web within a module on your Google homepage... a large number of search and news related widgets... and the list goes on and on and on.
Oh yes... I almost forgot to mention, I've also been spending a lot of time here and here. But perhaps I'll get into that tomorrow.
radio.blog club offers a stand alone player(currently radio.blog v. 2.5), which can be downloaded for free, and used to host your favorite songs on your website. It also offers a juke.blog, which you can access from the site, and requires no downloading, but which can be 'popped-up' from the web page so you can continue listening as you surf the net. Both the radio.blog and the juke.blog enable you to stream selected music, so again, no downloading is required. I especially like the juke.blog. It's easy to use... just search for your favorite songs and add them to your playlist. The search results come from a list of radio.blog users who are currently hosting your requested song/artist, and who have selected to share their music with radio.blog club members. And almost any song you're looking for can be found.
Playsite is a UK based game site which hosts a variety of flash,shockwave and java games. Achieving a high enough score on a game will earn you P-nuts, which in turn can be used to enter competitions for prizes. You can also purchase the P-nuts, if you find playing games to tedious but still want to enter the competition and/or you wish to enter the competition more times than your earned number of P-nuts will allow. I don't know if it's worth forking out the money for playsite's imaginary currency. I've never won anything in the competition other than more P-nuts, which I was able to use to enter the competition again and win more P-nuts, etc. But I have to say, Lightening Pool is a truly fun and addictive game.
As for Global Consciousness, I'm not exactly sure why I've spent so much time on that site, but I'm intrigued by it, for some reason. It kinda started for me as a Google Widget. Then I found myself visiting the site... and, well...
But about those Google Widgets! I love Google... and I love widgets! There's so many different widgets you can add to your personalized Google homepage! Not only is there the Global Consciousness module, but radio.blog and Playsite also offer modules. There's widgets that will show you the time... mini-game widgets... instant messaging widgets... widgets that allow you to browse the web within a module on your Google homepage... a large number of search and news related widgets... and the list goes on and on and on.
Oh yes... I almost forgot to mention, I've also been spending a lot of time here and here. But perhaps I'll get into that tomorrow.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
The Afternoon Nap
I took a nap this afternoon, and had an interesting dream. In the dream, my friend Fox and I went into a chat room, but this chat room was not confined to cyberspace-- it had somehow found it's way into Real Life. So it was like a party... but it was a chat room. However, nobody would talk to me or Fox. No matter how hard we tried, they just would not give us the time of day. Eventually we noticed that virtually everyone there was blonde and wearing a black scarf, so Fox and I theorized that this was why we weren't gaining acceptance... until we noticed that there were a few ladies besides us there that were not blonde nor were they wearing black scarves, and yet they were not experiencing the level of rejection that Fox and I were. So we pulled this particularly tall brunette aside to ask her what the deal was. But all she would say to us was "I'm a reg here. Everyone already knows me." And then she just walked away.
Suddenly, everyone decided to leave and began filing out of the room while poor Fox and I stood there saying "No, you can't go yet... we just got here... you haven't even given us a chance!" But nobody was listening to us. They all just left... all, that is, but one blonde-haired woman wearing a black scarf. Somehow, by this point, Fox and I and this blonde straggler that remained were suddenly in my apartment. The blonde woman was still not talking to me or Fox, and yet she was refusing to leave my apartment. I decided I was too tired to be concerned with her presence, and laid down for a nap, telling Fox and the blonde woman that they were welcome to do the same.
Next thing I knew, I was waking up (in the dream, not from the dream). I looked at my clock and it said it was 2:45. Then I looked toward my half-couch and saw my friend and the blonde woman both stretched out on it asleep. But my friend was no longer Fox... during my sleep Fox had apparently morphed into my friend Margaret, and she woke up as she noticed me getting out of bed. She asked me if I had any chocolate, and l told her no, so she started complaining to me that she needs chocolate and she just couldn't believe that I had none. I told her I was heading toward the store and that I could get some chocolate while I was there and invited her to come along with me. She said that sounded like a good idea, and I told her I need to find my wallet before we could go. In the mean time, the blonde woman was still laying on my half-couch looking almost corpse like and still not talking... or even moving.
Suddenly, a young woman came to my window and knocked on it. Margaret was closer to the window than I, so she went to the window and opened it. The young woman asked Margaret if she was Nancy Kujawa, to which Margaret replied no and then looked at me, but I was as confused as she was. The young woman then said in a nervous stutter 'N-n-never mind... S-s-sorry to b-b-bother you.' and then she walked away. Margaret closed the window and walked toward my closet while I continued searching for my wallet. Then I looked up to see that the young woman was at my window again. But just as I noticed her, she turned around and walked away once more. So I ran to the window and called her back. But while standing at the window, I could now see what Margaret was doing in my closet. Margaret was pulling all of my clothes off the hangers and throwing them in a garbage bag. I asked her what she was doing, and she replied "I'm cleaning."
Well, initially, the idea of Margaret cleaning my apartment was too appealing to argue with, and yet something didn't seem quite right. But I turned around to return my attention to the girl at the window, only to find that she'd once again left. I leaned my head out the window and called her back, and then it hit me that Margaret throwing my clothes in a garbage bag in the name of 'cleaning' did not make sense. So I turned toward Margaret and again asked her what she was doing. She said, "I told you... I'm cleaning." But this time I was like "No... just stop... leave my clothes alone and step away from the closet." Suddenly Margaret got all attitudinal and shouted "FINE!" and threw the clothes she had in her arms into my kitchen and then stomped away from my closet. I turned back to the window to find that, yes, once again... the young woman had left. I leaned my head out the window to call her back again, but this time she was no where in sight.
I was really pissed off at Margaret. I was curious about what this girl had wanted, and was thinking I would never know because of Margaret's silly antics. But I grabbed my coat and headed outside to see if I could catch up with the girl. Once I got outside, I realized there must have been some kind of bad storm. There were tree branches and even whole trees down everywhere. I looked around in amazement and noticed that the empty apartment next door had a tree branch through its window. As I got closer to it I noticed that there was actually a tree growing inside the apartment. I was amazed... I knew the apartment had been vacant for awhile, but didn't think it had been long enough for a tree to have grown inside. I looked through the window and noticed that some animals had also taken up residence in the apartment. I saw some kind of ugly, filthy, scrawny rat-possum thing looking at me and decided to back away from the window. I continued walking around the outside of the apartment, but as I looked back I saw a raccoon jump out of the window and head straight towards me. Following the raccoon was the ugly rat-possum thing. But the raccoon was right at my heals and wouldn't leave me be, so I started kicking at it. Suddenly, the rat-possum pounced on the raccoon... not as though it was actually attacking it, mind you... more in a playful way like kittens will do. Then the two animals chased each other down the driveway and across the street.
I realized then that I was standing in the middle of my parents driveway looking toward the street that I grew up on. But I had now idea why. Then I remembered I had wanted to go to the store, so I headed towards downtown Laingsburg. But once I got across the street, I realized a)I had never found my wallet, and b)Margaret was supposed to be coming with me. So I turned around to go back to my apartment. But... I wasn't near my apartment. I was outside of my parents' house. Yet I knew that I had just been in my apartment. So I started walking around my parents' house opening various doors that I encountered, thinking that one of them must lead to my apartment. This search for the door to my apartment went on for awhile, until I woke up (this time from the dream). I looked at my clock and it was 2:45 (bizarre coincidence? or excellent internal clock?). I was almost afraid to look toward my half-couch, but when I finally did, I was relieved to find that only my cat was sleeping on it.
Suddenly, everyone decided to leave and began filing out of the room while poor Fox and I stood there saying "No, you can't go yet... we just got here... you haven't even given us a chance!" But nobody was listening to us. They all just left... all, that is, but one blonde-haired woman wearing a black scarf. Somehow, by this point, Fox and I and this blonde straggler that remained were suddenly in my apartment. The blonde woman was still not talking to me or Fox, and yet she was refusing to leave my apartment. I decided I was too tired to be concerned with her presence, and laid down for a nap, telling Fox and the blonde woman that they were welcome to do the same.
Next thing I knew, I was waking up (in the dream, not from the dream). I looked at my clock and it said it was 2:45. Then I looked toward my half-couch and saw my friend and the blonde woman both stretched out on it asleep. But my friend was no longer Fox... during my sleep Fox had apparently morphed into my friend Margaret, and she woke up as she noticed me getting out of bed. She asked me if I had any chocolate, and l told her no, so she started complaining to me that she needs chocolate and she just couldn't believe that I had none. I told her I was heading toward the store and that I could get some chocolate while I was there and invited her to come along with me. She said that sounded like a good idea, and I told her I need to find my wallet before we could go. In the mean time, the blonde woman was still laying on my half-couch looking almost corpse like and still not talking... or even moving.
Suddenly, a young woman came to my window and knocked on it. Margaret was closer to the window than I, so she went to the window and opened it. The young woman asked Margaret if she was Nancy Kujawa, to which Margaret replied no and then looked at me, but I was as confused as she was. The young woman then said in a nervous stutter 'N-n-never mind... S-s-sorry to b-b-bother you.' and then she walked away. Margaret closed the window and walked toward my closet while I continued searching for my wallet. Then I looked up to see that the young woman was at my window again. But just as I noticed her, she turned around and walked away once more. So I ran to the window and called her back. But while standing at the window, I could now see what Margaret was doing in my closet. Margaret was pulling all of my clothes off the hangers and throwing them in a garbage bag. I asked her what she was doing, and she replied "I'm cleaning."
Well, initially, the idea of Margaret cleaning my apartment was too appealing to argue with, and yet something didn't seem quite right. But I turned around to return my attention to the girl at the window, only to find that she'd once again left. I leaned my head out the window and called her back, and then it hit me that Margaret throwing my clothes in a garbage bag in the name of 'cleaning' did not make sense. So I turned toward Margaret and again asked her what she was doing. She said, "I told you... I'm cleaning." But this time I was like "No... just stop... leave my clothes alone and step away from the closet." Suddenly Margaret got all attitudinal and shouted "FINE!" and threw the clothes she had in her arms into my kitchen and then stomped away from my closet. I turned back to the window to find that, yes, once again... the young woman had left. I leaned my head out the window to call her back again, but this time she was no where in sight.
I was really pissed off at Margaret. I was curious about what this girl had wanted, and was thinking I would never know because of Margaret's silly antics. But I grabbed my coat and headed outside to see if I could catch up with the girl. Once I got outside, I realized there must have been some kind of bad storm. There were tree branches and even whole trees down everywhere. I looked around in amazement and noticed that the empty apartment next door had a tree branch through its window. As I got closer to it I noticed that there was actually a tree growing inside the apartment. I was amazed... I knew the apartment had been vacant for awhile, but didn't think it had been long enough for a tree to have grown inside. I looked through the window and noticed that some animals had also taken up residence in the apartment. I saw some kind of ugly, filthy, scrawny rat-possum thing looking at me and decided to back away from the window. I continued walking around the outside of the apartment, but as I looked back I saw a raccoon jump out of the window and head straight towards me. Following the raccoon was the ugly rat-possum thing. But the raccoon was right at my heals and wouldn't leave me be, so I started kicking at it. Suddenly, the rat-possum pounced on the raccoon... not as though it was actually attacking it, mind you... more in a playful way like kittens will do. Then the two animals chased each other down the driveway and across the street.
I realized then that I was standing in the middle of my parents driveway looking toward the street that I grew up on. But I had now idea why. Then I remembered I had wanted to go to the store, so I headed towards downtown Laingsburg. But once I got across the street, I realized a)I had never found my wallet, and b)Margaret was supposed to be coming with me. So I turned around to go back to my apartment. But... I wasn't near my apartment. I was outside of my parents' house. Yet I knew that I had just been in my apartment. So I started walking around my parents' house opening various doors that I encountered, thinking that one of them must lead to my apartment. This search for the door to my apartment went on for awhile, until I woke up (this time from the dream). I looked at my clock and it was 2:45 (bizarre coincidence? or excellent internal clock?). I was almost afraid to look toward my half-couch, but when I finally did, I was relieved to find that only my cat was sleeping on it.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Interview With Self
First of all Self, I'd like to thank you for taking the time out of your hectic schedule to sit down and answer some questions...
Oh hey... I'm totally happy to do it.
Great... now the first question I'd like to ask you involves pickles...
Ummm... pickles? Ok... (shrugs)
I've noticed there are times when you're totally into pickles, and then suddenly you'll practically shun them...
What? (laughs) Shun them? They're just pickles, for crying out loud!
And that's exactly the attitude that's been causing such an uproar with pickle rights activists...
Pickle rights activists? WTF???
Do you think it's fair to say that you see nothing wrong with enjoying pickles when you're in the mood for them and then just setting them aside on your napkin to be tossed in the trash when you're finished eating?
Of course I see nothing wrong with that... why would I? What kind of a joke is this? I need to have a talk with my agent for setting up this interview...
First of all, you have no agent... secondly, I am you...
No I'm not buying that... you're not me. You're not even a real reporter. You're one of those damned pickle right's activists, aren't you? That's what this is all about... you just came here to attack me and toss your self-righteous, pickle-worshipping attitudes in my face...
Oh hey... I'm totally happy to do it.
Great... now the first question I'd like to ask you involves pickles...
Ummm... pickles? Ok... (shrugs)
I've noticed there are times when you're totally into pickles, and then suddenly you'll practically shun them...
What? (laughs) Shun them? They're just pickles, for crying out loud!
And that's exactly the attitude that's been causing such an uproar with pickle rights activists...
Pickle rights activists? WTF???
Do you think it's fair to say that you see nothing wrong with enjoying pickles when you're in the mood for them and then just setting them aside on your napkin to be tossed in the trash when you're finished eating?
Of course I see nothing wrong with that... why would I? What kind of a joke is this? I need to have a talk with my agent for setting up this interview...
First of all, you have no agent... secondly, I am you...
No I'm not buying that... you're not me. You're not even a real reporter. You're one of those damned pickle right's activists, aren't you? That's what this is all about... you just came here to attack me and toss your self-righteous, pickle-worshipping attitudes in my face...
Monday, May 01, 2006
part of the machinery
::random haiku machine::
This random haiku generator comes up with some surprisingly insightful crap...
Examples:
most important thing
change nothing and continue
don't break the silence
hidden intention
cut a vital connection
simple subtraction
a matter of work
remove ambiguities
honor thy error
This random haiku generator comes up with some surprisingly insightful crap...
Examples:
most important thing
change nothing and continue
don't break the silence
hidden intention
cut a vital connection
simple subtraction
a matter of work
remove ambiguities
honor thy error
Saturday, March 25, 2006
The OkCupid Test
 "You're never truly single as long as you have yourself." ALWAYS AVOID: The Dirty Little Secret CONSIDER: The Sudden Departure. | |||||||
Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.
My profile name: kermitthepooge
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