Smoke Rings In The Dark

F*** me dead!

2008-09-27T13:22:00.002-04:00

F*** me dead I just climbed out from under my rock and realized I have not updated this since Hammertime was in the charts... You would not believe how heavy that rock really is. Dudes!.

I am out of it with only your readership as life preserver, learning to speak Japanese, just generally being a doormat to society in general, my day drifts aimlessly from mid-morning to whenever. I am not growing up. deal with it.

I won't promise anything to you but I will write something that makes sense soon. Well, I'll try. Assuming I don't get distracted by counting my chest hairs..

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2008-07-09T22:33:00.000-04:00

Your result for Which Chess Piece are You Test?...

The Queen's Rook

Congrats! Only 5-6% of the population score this!

The Queen’s Rook is a pensive, analytical individual. They don’t mind spending long periods of time on their own to work through problems. They may venture so far into thought they appear vacant or detached; often they really are oblivious of the world at that moment. These wayward princes are precise about descriptions and by habit correct others (or feel sorely tempted) if the shade of meaning is slightly off. This is annoying to the less concise, but this is what gives the Queen’s Rook a gift for gab, especially in writing.

This Rook is relatively easy going until their principles of truth, knowledge and justice are violated. Because of this they hate the formalities of bureaucracy, politics, and authority – which tend to mask the truth of operations. They will respond with a flip of the switch and become outspoken and inflexible. They will eventually drop the issue, because they do prefer a reserved and benign ambiance. The problem with the Queen’s Rook is when they are debating a point; they may be convincing themselves as much as their opponent. They spend a considerable amount of time second-guessing their abilities and may come to multiple conclusions that offer plausible solutions.

An indicator that a friend may be a Queen’s Rook is an obsession with logic. If a mistake is made, it is because there wasn’t enough data or it was placed out of context. Another indicator you’re friend is a Rook, throw a strategy game at them. They enjoy Risk, Bridge, Chess, and word games. Never rush the Rook. They don’t draw conclusions very quickly. If one were to gather a bunch of Rooks together to form a group they may debate:

1.) Whether or not there should be a group.

2.) Exactly what name should the proposed group choose?

3.) Which of the persons in the group should take responsibility or should they rotate?

Take Which Chess Piece are You Test? at HelloQuizzy

What is TC talking about?

2008-01-19T13:12:00.001-05:00

clipped from www.mtv.com

KSW: Keeping Scientology Working. Refers to a policy LRH published in 1965 that requires all Scientologists to follow his words and rules exactly.

"It is something that you have to earn": Cruise is referring to taking Scientology courses.

the tab for wisdom can be hundreds if not thousands of dollars.

"Am I going to look at that guy or am I too afraid?"

According to former and current members, pre-clears have to learn to look someone straight in the eye for hours.

out-ethics

If you misbehave, you have "out-ethics.

SP: "Suppressive Person." An SP is someone who commits suppressive acts, like murder, criticizing Scientology or altering LRH's teachings

Journalists are automatically considered SPs because they traffic in bad news and so are barred from entering Scientology. Psychiatrists would also be SPs

PTS: "Potential Trouble Sources," as in Scientologists who are losing the faith or are being influenced by an SP.

The things that people will buy into -- and Scientology is something one literally has to buy into -- is enough sometimes to make me think that insanity is the norm for the human race. But then what is "insanity", really? Usually it refers to people operating outside of the norm. The farther outside of what's considered "normal" (for any given society) one's actions/ lifestyle/ personality happen to be, the more likely said society is to label them as "crazy". Hence, by this definition, it is impossible for insanity to be the norm amongst society as a whole. But despite the subjective relativity of "insanity", most individuals tend to view "mental illness" as an objective concept. Were insanity truly objective, it would then be possible for insanity to be the norm. However, in this instance, the "normal" person wouldn't recognize their own insanity. It would only be recognized by those abnormal few that were lucky enough to be spared mental illness. Of course the majority of society would likely consider that small objectively sane population to be the insane ones. Or perhaps rather than insane, they would simply be viewed as "SPs", "sinners", "heathens", "infidels" or any of the other names societies "religions" have for people whose belief systems differ from their own.

Knife Thief Stabs Self While Fleeing

2008-01-08T09:45:00.001-05:00

clipped from www.foxnews.com

The suspect was hospitalized after Monday night's attempted theft from a Meijer Inc. superstore in Grand Rapids and is expected to face a misdemeanor shoplifting charge, police say.

The wounds did not appear to be life-threatening, The Grand Rapids Press reported.

The man had put about $300 worth of hunting knives in his waistband, police told WZZM-TV. Police say he tried to leave the store, but Meijer employees confronted him and a scuffle followed.

The man then fell and was stabbed by the knives he had hidden in his clothing, police said. They said it happened about 5:40 p.m.

"I saw a man laying down on the mat by the carts, a knife by him with blood on the full blade of the knife," shopper Heather Dodd told WOOD-TV. "It was not a dull kitchen knife or a sharp butcher's knife, it was somewhere in between.

"Someone was holding him down so I just walked around him, grabbed my cart, made sure everything was OK and got out of the way."

College Girls Drinking More and Wearing Less

2008-01-07T18:40:00.001-05:00

clipped from www.dbtechno.com

The researchers went to 66 different college parties to try and get a feel for what college life was all about in the modern era.

The lead author of the study, John Clapp, director of the Center for Alcohol and Drug Studies and Services at San Diego State University stated that the women were the most notable parts of the college party experience.

He stated that “One of the most surprising things to us was the theme-party finding that women drank more at these. We started going to theme parties like toga parties or costume parties, with highly sexualized themes and with the women wearing not very much.”

“What was surprisingw as it was one of fre places that we know of that women actually outdrank men; we’re not exactly sure why. It could have something to do with fact that they aren’t dressed.”

The basic premise here is that at college parties it is no longer the guys tearing their shirts off and getting drunk, it is the girls doing it more than ever.

I wanna know who funded this "research". I hope it wasn't a gov't grant. I really hope nobody paid these guys to go around to a bunch of college parties where there were drunken half-naked college girls lol.

Changing abortion's pronoun

2008-01-07T11:21:00.001-05:00

clipped from www.latimes.com

'We had abortions,' say men whose lovers ended pregnancies. It isn't just a women's trauma, they insist. But critics see a political calculation.

Abortion is usually portrayed as a woman's issue: her body, her choice, her relief or her regret. This new movement -- both political and deeply personal in nature -- contends that the pronoun is all wrong.

When men are widely recognized as victims, Rue said, "that will change society."

The concept of post-abortion trauma is hotly disputed.

It may be, she said, that women who have abortions are more emotionally unstable in the first place.

Shostak encourages clinics to reach out to these men. But he views the activist movement with alarm.

The men are urged to think of themselves as fathers, to name -- and ask forgiveness from -- the children they might have raised

"They draw in men who may have a little ambivalence, possibly a little guilt, and they exacerbate those feelings," Shostak said.

I've often felt that the needs and rights of men are overlooked when it comes to abortion. And that the whole "my body, my choice" justification by women is lame and selfish. However, I'm still pro-choice. I have my own non-selfish justifications for abortion. That being said...
If these men feel some sense of comfort from coming together and acknowledging their pain, then that's what they should do. But recognizing men as "victims" to abortion? And asking them to think of themselves as fathers and name the children their partners aborted... and ask them for forgiveness? That's going to far. Doesn't sound healthy to me. I know a woman who runs a post-abortion group for women that employs that same method of "recovery". I think it likely contributes more to the need of recovery than helps anyone.
And this new men's movement is already being politicized -- encouraging men to tell their stories of post-abortion trauma in hopes of tugging at the heart strings of American voters. If the Christian Right can't scare us into believing as they do with threats of an eternity in Hell, then they'll create a psychological and societal crisis where none exists. Pitiful.

Happy New Year

2007-12-31T15:04:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year everyone, and RIP Dan Fogelberg

South Park Personality Quiz

2007-12-11T14:15:00.000-05:00

NaNoWriMo Winner!

2007-11-30T11:19:00.000-05:00

I have finally done it! I'm a 2007 NaNoWriMo winner! I've achieved the ultimate goal of writing a 50,000 page novel in just 30 days! Well, OK... I actually wrote 50,101 words so far. And I say so far because the novel isn't exactly completed. It will end up being much longer. Now here's to hoping I can stick with it to finish it. But I do hope to be doing more blogging again now that November is over. Maybe at some point I'll even post some excerpts from my book.

"Lesbian" Worms

2007-10-28T06:33:00.001-04:00

clipped from blogs.nature.com

Scientists have created ‘lesbian worms’ in a new development that some are suggesting could shed light on the nature vs nurture debate over sexuality

“The conclusion is that sexual attraction is wired into brain circuits common to both sexes of worms, and is not caused solely by extra nerve cells added to the male or female brain,” says biologist Erik Jorgensen

The ‘lesbian worms’ line is a bit of red herring. There aren’t true females in the C. elegans nematodes used, only hermaphrodites and (rare) true males. “A hermaphrodite makes both eggs and sperm,” says Jorgensen.

They also took hermaphrodite worms and turned on the genes that determine maleness, these then became the famous ‘lesbian worms’, chasing after other hermaphrodites.

Jorgensen calls hermaphrodites “females” because they reproduce independently.

I'm a bit confused how hermaphrodites can be lesbians, and why the fact that they "reproduce independently" is justification for labeling them females, but I still found this to be interesting.

GLBT History Month Daily Icon

2007-10-15T17:59:00.000-04:00

Weird Japanese Products

2007-10-10T09:29:00.001-04:00

The Japanese do have some of the weirdest products on the market. lol... Maybe that's why I love Japanese culture so much.

clipped from my.mmoabc.com

"Man Smell" Gum

Beer for Kids

A Mother's Milk: Breast-tasting drink!

Panty Vending Machine

The Most Weirdest and Funniest Japanese Products!

Yahoo! Mash

2007-09-30T19:41:00.000-04:00

Mash is Yahoo's latest beta project, intended to rival MySpace and Facebook. I thought that Yahoo had the same intention for 360, not that it even came close to living up to that purpose. And 360 still hasn't made it out of the beta stage.

So now that Yahoo is working on Mash, what will become of 360? Will it become an abandoned project, doomed forever to remain in the beta stage? Or will Yahoo pull 360 out of beta and allow it to be what it pretty much has already become -- an extended Yahoo profile with online networking overtones.

One of the reasons 360 never really took off was because Yahoo failed to incorporate into it one of the things that made MySpace such a hit in the first place -- an almost endless ability for personalization. Sure, Yahoo thought about the whole networking thing when they made 360. But what about the ability to add music, videos, games, quizzes, flashy graphic comments, or by simply copying and pasting a little piece of code into one of your profile sections, to completely change the layout of your page so it becomes truly, uniquely you. Yahoo missed the boat in those areas.

But what 360 lacks, Mash promises to deliver... or so it seems. Mash is not only still in its beta testing stage, it is also currently available to the public on an invitation only basis. I managed to get an invite and checked it out. Like MySpace, Mash offers a great deal of customizeability. As of yet, you can't do nearly as much with it as you can with MySpace, but that's because of it's currently small user base. And let's face it... what enables people to so greatly personalize their MySpace profiles is due largely to third parties creating all those extras and making them available to MySpace users via external websites. Mash doesn't have all these third party designers and developers yet. Most people don't even know about it yet. But I believe that Mash offers an equal or greater potential for personalization compared to MySpace.

Rather than requiring users to search out third party websites for their personalization needs, Mash offers it all right on the Mash website in the form of modules that anybody can create... much like you find on Google's personal home pages. And also like on Google's personalized homes, you can simply drag and drop your modules to rearrange your layout. So there's no need for searching out code to add to your profile when you want to rearrange or completely remove a section, like on MySpace.

Another major difference is the ability for users other than the profile's "owner" to modify the profile. On MySpace, your friends can leave text, graphics, videos, etc. as comments which are then added to your profile. On Mash, by default, there's the ability for anybody at all to do anything at all to your profile... or at least anything that you yourself would be able to do. But you are able to change your settings so that rather than anyone being able to edit your profile, only your friends will have the ability... or you can turn off the feature all together so that nobody but yourself can make changes. It's up to you whether you want your profile to be yours or whether you want to enable others a wiki-like freedom to contribute to it.

So basically, Y!Mash is kinda like a mash-up of MySpace, Google Personalized homes and a wiki. Yahoo was at the forefront of the internet revolution. It's great to see them finally joining in on the web 2.0 evolution.

If anybody would like an invitation to join Yahoo! Mash, feel free to contact me at pooge0287@yahoo.com, and I'll hook ya up.

I clearly have no "spiritual skills"...

2007-09-16T08:54:00.001-04:00

I suppose it's no surprise, really. I never exactly considered myself a spiritual person, aside from a couple of years in my life when I thought I was in training to be a guardian angel. (what? it's not that crazy!)
Let's take a look at the individual traits indicative of spirituality, and see how I score..
a deep-seated sense of meaning and purpose in life -- NO
sense of belonging -- NO
acceptance -- NO
integration -- NO
wholeness -- not sure exactly what's meant by this one, so I can't say.
being self-reflective and honest -- I'd like to consider myself both, so one up for me:D -- YES
being able to remain focused in the present -- ummm... sure... as long as by present you mean my life time... but basically... NO
alert -- NO
unhurried -- YES! (who woulda thought I could get kudos for procrastination)
attentive -- I suppose I'm attentive to somethings... I'll give that a MAYBE
being able to rest and relax -- YES! I can sleep all day long! (and sometimes do)
developing greater empathy for others -- NO... oddly, my empathy for others seems to be decreasing as the years go by.
finding courage to witness and endure distress while sustaining an attitude of hope -- well life has taught me that I have the courage to witness and endure many, many distressful things... but while sustaining an attitude of hope??? Hardly! NO
improved discernment -- in general, maybe... in regards to their example... NO... I tend to speak when I should remain quiet, and remain quiet when I should speak.

clipped from www.rcpsych.ac.uk

Spirituality involves a dimension of human
experience that psychiatrists are increasingly interested in,
because of its potential benefits to mental health.

It is not necessary to hold formal religious
beliefs, or engage in religious practices, or belong to an
established faith tradition, to experience the spiritual
dimension.

spirituality is identified with
experiencing a deep-seated sense of meaning and purpose in life,
together with a sense of belonging. It is about acceptance,
integration and wholeness.

Spiritual skills include:

being self-reflective and honest;

being able to remain focused in the present,
remaining alert, unhurried and attentive;

being able to rest, relax and create a still,
peaceful state of mind;

developing greater empathy for others;

finding courage to witness and endure
distress while sustaining an attitude of hope;

developing improved discernment, for example
about when to speak or act and when to remain silent;

Clitoraid... Adopt a Clitoris!

2007-08-21T14:09:00.000-04:00

From the same folks that brought you Clonaid comes Clitoraid!

Remember Clonaid and the Raelians? Well if not, I'll give you a quick refresher course. Back in 2002, the "human cloning company" Clonaid claimed to have successfully cloned a human embryo, and further more, claimed the cloned human baby was born via c-section. While such claims were never verified, it turned out that the head of Clonaid is a bishop in the Raelian church. The Raelians are a UFO cult headed by some former French singer/auto-racing journalist who changed his name to Rael, and apparently Clonaid is closely associated with the Raelian movement as their tool to achieve immortality through cloning.

Ok... so... the Raelians don't believe in God, but they do believe in intelligent design... with the intelligent designers being extra-terrestrials, basically. And the Raelians believe cloning is the key to their immortality. But what's any of this have to do with sponsoring a clitoris?

Well first, let's clarify what's meant by sponsoring or adopting a clitoris. In many parts of Africa, it is customary to perform clitoral excision (a form of genital mutilation sometimes referred to as "female circumcision") on young girls. What this means is their clitoris is removed, which of course takes most of the pleasure out of the act of sex. Amongst the Raelians' beliefs, are beliefs in sexual freedom for men and women alike. So the Raelians are attempting to raise money for the surgical procedure required to RESTORE these women's clitorises, hence Clitoraid and the adopt a clitoris program.

Is it possible to restore a woman's clitoris once it's been removed? I have no clue... but sounds like a noble cause led by a bunch of nut jobs, to me. Seems to me I remember Oprah doing a show on female genital mutilation in Africa a couple of years back. You don't suppose Oprah's a Raelian, do ya?

For more information on the Raelians, you may wish to check out some of their many official websites.

Still kickin'

2007-08-07T16:46:00.000-04:00

Hey there... it's me again. Still alive... still not smoking... and still really bad at keeping my many blogs up to date. I thought today might be a good day to start updating them, tho. Or at least updating this one. Why? Because I'm trying to fight off the urge to rip off my clothes and run naked through the streets of East Lansing, and this seemed like the perfect way to keep myself otherwise occupied.

I was looking through some of my old posts. The one about Anna Nicole Smith's son dying caught my eye. I remember when that happened. Something about it seemed so weird and... unfair. Little did I know how much stranger the story was gonna get. Throughout the investigation into Anna Nicole's own death, throughout the fight over who would decide where she would be buried, and throughout the custody battle over her infant daughter, I thought many times about blogging about it all. I figured since I had made a post about the son death, might as well follow the continuing saga. But like most things in my life, I never got around to it.

If you look through my blog, you might notice that there's an awful lot of posts about my not posting in a while. When a person has nothing more to say other than mentioning that they've had nothing to say, is it really worth maintaining a blog? let alone... how ever many blogs I have now... I don't even know anymore. The answer is yes... yes it is. Cuz if I didn't have all these blogs, what would I do on days such as today when I need something to prevent me from breaking the law or otherwise going against the long established norms of society? Hmmm... actually, I go against the long established norms of society on a daily basis regardless... but I don't like breaking the law. So instead, I blog.

Whoops!

2006-11-11T10:31:00.000-05:00

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.

Our future, with Dick & Jen (Metro Times Detroit)

2006-10-11T13:51:00.000-04:00

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

What Do You See?

2006-10-07T23:25:00.000-04:00

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.

Quit Smoking AGAIN...

2006-09-29T08:36:00.000-04:00

...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.

WHDNTD

2006-09-15T14:15:00.000-04:00


Do not try this at home...

Where you live linked to life expectancy - Yahoo! News

2006-09-11T23:43:00.000-04:00

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

2006-09-11T22:57:00.000-04:00

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.

"And that's today's 'Couricosities'..."

2006-09-10T12:21:00.000-04:00

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

Bad Cats (Funny) and what they do when you leave them alone!

2006-09-02T21:47:00.000-04:00


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.

Another Article on John Mark Karr

2006-08-26T02:18:00.000-04:00

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..."

The JonBenet Effect

2006-08-22T21:10:00.000-04:00

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."

Quote Of The Day

2006-08-21T22:41:00.000-04:00

"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.

Lost Hope

2006-08-19T12:54:00.000-04:00

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.

Quitting Smoking?

2006-06-29T21:04:00.000-04:00

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.

Resistance is Futile...

2006-06-12T09:06:00.000-04:00

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.

The Afternoon Nap

2006-05-18T22:15:00.000-04:00

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.

Interview With Self

2006-05-16T16:06:00.000-04:00

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...

part of the machinery

2006-05-01T03:25:00.000-04:00

::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

The OkCupid Test

2006-03-25T07:16:00.000-05:00

	The Wild Rose Random Brutal Love Dreamer (RBLDf)
Colorful, but unpicked. You are The Wild Rose.
Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of woman. Hoping to gather you up, she flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing her love. Then you make her bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling. You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You're very selective.

Your exact opposite:
The Dirty Little Secret

Deliberate Gentle Sex Master

The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You're out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone.

"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
OKCupid! KermitThePooge / 37 / f / gay / East Lansing

I'm a bum

2005-10-14T12:43:00.000-04:00

Well I've gone along time again without posting in here. I really do plan to start keeping up with my blogs more. But right now, I'm goin for a shower and then to grab a bite to eat. So blogging will have to wait until later today or tomorrow... or maybe next week or next month... hopefully before next year I'll add another entry.

Well...

2005-05-24T13:58:00.000-04:00

What is going on with me... all I seem to want to do is sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...
But on the positive side, I've been back on the gum for awhile now... here's to staying smoke-free for good this time...
Interesting thing... I was eating in my sleep last night... seriously... I woke up chewing on a granola bar... had a second wrapper next to me and a banana on my night stand.... not the first time that's happened tho... I woke up to find myself eating Little Debbie Swiss Rolls several times in the past... I don't keep them in the house anymore... anyway, I guess it's better than waking up to find myself smoking a cigarette, which did happen to me years ago when I was in the army...lol.
Well, I gotta run to the store for cat food... God, I hope I don't ever wake up eating that...

I was weak...

2005-05-13T13:41:00.000-04:00

Well... I'm smoking again... but only because it was easier to run up to the party store and get cigarettes than to hop a bus to the pharmacy for Nicorette... I know... excuses, excuses... well anyway, I'll be back on the gum again effective this afternoon... will be away for the weekend... back on monday.

SAINTRYAN®: Site Directory

2005-05-10T17:44:00.000-04:00

I like this guys pen and ink drawings cuz it reminds me of the stuff I doodle when I'm on the phone.

But the question is...

2005-04-20T13:34:00.000-04:00

Do I want to live longer if it means denying myself something I crave so much???

Two weeks without a smoke

2005-04-20T00:01:00.000-04:00

And the past 4 days have been the hardest. Thought it would be getting easier by now... not harder. I so miss smoking. But I'm still not letting myself go buy a pack. I'm sure I wouldn't enjoy a cigarette as much as I think I would anyway. But I've smoked for half of my life. Cigarettes are like a dear old friend. Been there for me from the time I woke up until the time I went to sleep. I'm getting all teary eyed reminiscing.

I've quit smoking!

2005-04-11T13:20:00.000-04:00

Been without a smoke for nearly a week now. Don't know if it'll last or not. But in any case, it sucks to have a blog captioned 'a look at life through a cloud of cigarette smoke' when I'm trying my best to stay smoke-free. Suppose I might should update my 'about me' section too, to reflect that I've quit.
Well... I've decided perhaps starting a new blog might be in order, but I'll continue posting some to this one too. Not that I've really been doing a very good job at maintaining this blog anyway...lol. Hopefully I'll be better about posting to my new blog, The Cheese Box. If you happen upon this blog, feel free to hop over to The Cheese Box and see what I'm up to.

What is this?

2005-03-23T19:11:00.000-05:00

Hey... who created this blog in my name? Why wasn't I informed? How do they know so much about me? And why aren't they updating it more frequently?

Haaaaahaaaaaahaaaaaaa...

Kidding...

Well... anyway...

What have I to say? Not much... so I won't... I'm really really tired.

I'm Deeply Disturbed...

2005-02-05T19:46:00.000-05:00

From 'The War on Terror', to 'outsourcing', to the influence of 'the religious right' on American politics, I'm left wondering if I'm living in the country I thought I was. Am I not living in the United States of America, a country founded on the principles of individual liberty? A champion against oppression and exploitation? What happened to 'Make Love, Not War' and 'Made in America' and the seperation of church and state? My parents lied to me when I was growing up... they told me I was inheriting a better world than their parents had. My mother passed away in May of 2000... before Dubya ever stepped foot into office. I'm sure she's rolling over in her grave right now. Dad's still around... and still a proud Democrat... shaking his heads at the pseudo-Christian Republican war-mongers that are running this country and making global asses of US... all in the name of democracy and capitalistic principles. Fuck it... I'm going to build my own spaceship and go on a quest for another habitable planet where I can start my own society. I society where there will be only ONE law... The Golden Rule-- "Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you."

Greetings!

2004-09-04T22:10:00.000-04:00

Well it's been awhile since I've posted in my blog. Been busy on the job search. Right now as it stands I'm hoping to get a job at Meijer.
I've also reinstalled Firefox since I last posted, and now having done that I'm able to type using the compose editor instead of having to use the HTML editor. Not sure what was wrong before... if it was my actual Firefox install that was 'buggy', or if it was one of the extensions I had installed that was causing some type of conflict. I now have only the extensions that I use most installed.
Not gonna type much right now, as I'm feeling really tired.

Job Search--Day 1

2004-08-30T10:27:00.000-04:00

Started out my day waking up at 8:30. Immediately got online to check job listings. Covered Michigan Talent Bank, America's Job Bank, and Career Builder. Took Break at 10:30.

Resumed job search at 1:00. Have done a more thorough covering of the Michigan Talent Bank, adding 40 jobs to my cart. Must still go through and review them and weed them down. So far Quality Dairy is looking like my best bet. Took break at 2:00.

Well, my 2 o'clock break turned into a brief conversation with Channy, followed by a 2-3 hour nap. And since waking up I've been catching up on Joker's Updates. Which means that so far today I've only spent about 3 hours total job hunting. But the night's not over! I can still continue my internet job search, and will probably do so after I eat.
Tomorrow I plan on actually doing some foot-work in the job search process. Will catch the bus downtown and start there looking for places hiring. Actually, I'll probably start with the job listings in the newspaper at the library, and then I'll beat the pavement at local businesses.
One of the main things standing in my way so far as I can see is my wardrobe. I really don't have much of a 'job hunting' wardrobe, much less an actual working wardrobe. And it doesn't matter what kind of a job I get, I have next to no clothes! And what I do have are thread bare!
Another thing that concerns me about my job search is my sparse work history... including the past four years where I haven't worked at all. But I can't give up hope that somebody, someplace would like to hire me.

Continued online job search from 8:30pm-11:30pm, making my total job search time today 6 hours. Not bad... for a lazy ass like myself.
I narrowed the jobs in MTB's cart down from 41 to 14. Saved some jobs on Career Builder and AJB, and did skills and outlook assesment at CareerOneStop.

Laura Branigan, how am I supposed to live with out you?

2004-08-29T12:28:00.000-04:00

I just learned that Laura Branigan died of a brain aneurysm in her sleep at the age of 47. So I've been sitting around listening to her music as a personal tribute to her. I always find it sad when people that I associate with my youth die. It's almost as though part of my youth dies with them... and it makes me feel older. If you're interested in hearing some of Laura Branigan's music, check out the following link: Laura Branigan at cdzlimited The site holds a comprehensive list of Branigan songs in streaming media format which can be listened to in your windows media player. Who that grew up in the 80's can forget songs like Gloria, Self Control, Power of Love and How Am I Supposed to Live Without You... I personally find the cdzlimited site a wonderful resource for all types of music on demand. So even if you're not interested in Laura Branigan, check out the site... I'm sure they'll have something that you are interested in.

Yikes!

2004-08-29T03:09:00.000-04:00

Holy crap... imagine waking up to that first thing in the morning

Formation

2004-08-29T02:57:00.000-04:00

Formation-- another fractal image I created

Black Hole

2004-08-28T13:41:00.000-04:00

I woke up this mornin'
Tried to get outta my bed
But I wasn't at home
At first I thought I was dead
I was lyin' in an alley
With a torn up shirt
My blanket was the sunday news
My pillow was dirt
A man walked up
He had a bottle in his hand
He mumbled a few words
That I did not understand
I said 'Hey, I need help.'
But the man did not care
He just turned around and walked away
And left me lyin' there

I put my head in my hands
And my hands on my knees
And I sat there...just sat there... cryin'
What had happened on the night
That lead to this day
And left me where I was lyin'
Musta had a few too many drinks
And a few too many tokes
And with that thought
I reached for my smokes
But my pockets were empty
And so was my soul
So I went searchin' for some answers
To fill the black hole
To fill the black, black hole

Electrawomb

2004-08-27T21:18:00.000-04:00

This is a fractal that I generated using Tierazon, which is a free fractal generator.

I'm bummed...

2004-08-27T16:38:00.000-04:00

...I found out today that the money that was supposed to pay for my trip to the UK didn't come through. Does this mean I actually have to go out and get a job and save money if I want to see my girlfriend? What's this world coming to when they actually expect people to work for what they want!?! I know they say there's no such thing as a free lunch, but I've made it this far pretty well... heheheee...
Oh well... guess I'll be checking the job postings. I'm just not sure how much money I'll actually gain even if I do get a job. My SSI will be taken away, and I'm sure they'll be taking the money I owe for student loans out of my paychecks, too. So will I be better off or not? Can't say... but I know I don't have the money to pay for a trip to England now, and that means I have to atleast try to come up with it.

Yup...

2004-08-27T12:19:00.000-04:00

Yeah, well I...ummm...ya see, it's like...well... hmmm... and so... gosh... wow... ya know?

No Porcupines In Southern Michigan

2004-08-26T14:32:00.000-04:00

The Michigan Wildlife Conservancy finally replied to my email regarding porcupines in Mid-Michigan. Apparently there are none in Southern Michigan. They said I'd have to go north of Houghton Lake to see one. Bummer...

It's 1 o'clock... Do You Know Where Your Possums Are?

2004-08-26T00:47:00.000-04:00

I'm tired, I'm hungry and my place is a mess. I could be eating, sleeping or cleaning, but instead I've been stumbling. Ha... funny, when I was typing that sentence, instead of 'sleeping or cleaning', I almost typed 'drinking or smoking'. My brain's not quite working well right now, as it is almost 1 a.m.

I had three possums outside my door earlier. It got quite warm today, and then we got a bit of a storm, which cooled things off a bit. So after the storm died down I opened my door to help cool down my apartment. Within five minutes of opening my door, a possum emerged from the left. I clapped my hands and it looked at me that turned around and went back towards the yard. A few minutes later I heard a noise outside, and I looked and saw a possum coming from the right this time. It ran right past my door towards the backyard, and following it was yet another possum. Looked like the one was chasing the other. It was kinda cute, actually. My cat didn't think so. She sat right up in her bed and just stared out the door for about a half an hour before she finally decided her 'cave'(that is, my home) was not about to be taken over by a whole pack of ugly looking North American marsupials.
I'm sure 'pack' isn't the correct word to describe a group of possoms. I wonder what term is used? Think I'll look that up on the net right now. Oh good... something else to do besides eat, sleep or clean.

UPDATE: I'm still hungry and tired and my place is still a mess. I have however learned an awful lot about possums. Unfortunately, one of the things I've learned is not what you call a group of them.
The Virginia Opossum is a solitary animal, and does not congregate. One website stated if you see a group of them, it's probably a mother and her children. The children were referred to as joeys, like their distant marsupial cousins, the kangaroo. And since a group of kangaroos is known as either a mob or a troop, I'm going to refer to a group of possums as a mob... or a troop.
I'm also going to make appoint of only referring to Virginia Opossums as 'possums', and never as 'opossums', which is what they are.
Aparently there's another species native to Australasia which is correctly referred to as simply possum... named by Captain Cook for their similarity to the Opossums he encountered in South America. That is... named opossum. And apparently some australians still refer to the Australasian possum as 'opossum'.
Very little was mentioned on the web that we in the U.S...atleast in my section of the U.S... often refer to the Virginia opossum as simply possum. I first searched for opossum, knowing that's it's correct name. And then when I didn't find what I was looking for (yeah...you remember... what to call a group of them thar varmits), I then did a search for possums. Almost all of my search results were referring to the Australasian possum, with a couple of results referring to the Virginia opossum as 'possum (note the initial apostrophe denoting a letter is being left out.) There was one result-- a usenet post-- that did refer to opossums as simply possums. Well I'll have you know, that I grew up calling them simply possums. I didn't even know until I was an adult that they were actually called opossums. And for the sake of keeping my native dialect alive, I hearby refuse to refer to them as 'opossums'. From now on, it's stictly 'possum' to me.

On Bashing...

2004-08-25T20:04:00.001-04:00

I'm a fan of the CBS reality series Big Brother. I've been addicted to it since the very first season, and we're now on the fifth season. I make a point of never missing a telivised episode, and I frequent Joker's Updates boards for the latest live feed updates and Big Brother discussion.
Unfortunately, there's a lot of HG(houseguest) bashing that goes on in the boards. All of the HGs are bashed, but some more than others. Right now the bashing that bothers me the most involves 'cowboy' and 'the fitness twins'.
Cowboy's real name is Michael and he's from Oklahoma. He was part a big part of this years theme, 'Project DNA', when they placed him in the house with the sister he never met, 'Nakomis', whose real name is Jennifer.
The Fitness Twins are the other big part of Project DNA. Adria and Natalie switched in and out of the house every few days for five weeks... but the other HGs were not aware that there was two... they only new about Adria. After successfully fooling the others for five weeks, they both got to be in the house at the same time... as seperate individuals. Needless to say, now that they are both in the house, they have targets on their backs. Cowboy and Nakomis were able to avoid a similar fate since they didn't even know about each other's existence prior to coming into the house and, quite frankly, they're polar opposites and don't really get along.
At the most recent nomination ceremony, Nakomis put up the twins for eviction. When Adria won the veto challenge and took herself off the block, she then put her own brother up in her place. So now Natalie and Cowboy are on the block with one, most likely Natalie, to be evicted tomorrow night.
But about the bashing that bothers me so much... Cowboy gets bashed for a number of reasons... from his appearance, to his intelligence, to the way he runs around with his nose stuck up particular people's asses. But the bashing that bothers me the most, is when people make fun of his dialect. Yes... that's right... his dialect. All of us speak a particular dialect of whatever our native language is. The standard or formal dialect may differ greatly from what many of us speak at home. Most of us, through the course of public education, learn the standard dialect, and are able to speak it when appropriate. But when just hangin' with friends, all of our education can go to the wayside in favor of our own local, familial, racial or personal dialects. And some people never really get a good grasp on the formal dialect in the first place. Cowboy is one such person.
So why does it upset me so? Because I like accents and dialects... they add color to our often too standardized language. And from a linguistical perspective, no accent and no dialect is better than any other. One is simply proscribed by the school systems for the sake of standarization.
Standardization is good... don't get me wrong. Our civilization would not have progressed as far as it has without standard units of measure, standard money, standard roadways... and of course standard language. Such standarization brings unity to people and places near and far. But what does that have to do with Cowboy?
Cowboy is just a security guard from Oklahoma, with aspirations of landing his own sitcom after his Big Brother gig is up. Well guess what... even if Cowboy didn't speak in such a heavy, non-standard dialect, odds are he won't ever be landing his own sitcom. I predict he'll be back in Oklahoma standing guard and doing security checks. And I bet his dialect is good enough for that job.
I could write more about that subject, but I haven't even touched on the twin bashing that goes on on Joker's. And actually, I don't feel like getting into that now, so perhaps I'll save it for another time... or perhaps not.

1 in 3 Americans Has High Blood Pressure

2004-08-24T20:21:00.000-04:00

Blood Pressure Rates on Rise in U.S. Study Finds
Honestly, I think articles like this make my blood pressure rise. Ok, so one 1 in 3 Americans suffers from high blood pressure, up from 1 in 4 a decade ago... and to top it off, most don't know they have it.
I haven't been to a doctor in more than four years. I kind of lost faith in them after my mom was diagnosed with cancer. She had been sick for a while and had complained to her doctor about it, but he didn't even bother to run the appropriate tests to find her cancer. It wasn't until she was really sick, and the cancer had progressed too far, that she decided to opt for a second opinion and went to the emergency room.
Well that kind of made it hard to deny that doctors are only human and, at the very least, are prone to err just like the rest of us. I also can't help thinking about a friend of my family-- he went to the doctor for a check-up, got a clean bill of health, came home and died of a heart attack that very night. So how much faith can we really put in doctors? I've started viewing medicine more as guess work than as an exact science. I haven't been in for a check-up since 2000, and as I've had no pains or other problems that were too unbairable to cope with, I just haven't bothered going to see my doctor at all.
Now suddenly blood pressure is all over the news. The networks and local stations alike are bent on reporting it, and showing doctors and younger sufferers of high blood pressure to justify the seriousness of the problem. And I'm here, just turned 36, haven't had a recent check-up, I not only don't exercise regularly, but seldom do anything but sit on my ass all day long, and not only do I smoke, I smoke unfiltered cigarettes, because the only way I can continue to afford my habit with the rising cigarette taxes is to roll my own. Combine this with the fact that high blood pressure runs in my family and that both of my parents were diagnosed with high blood pressure in their thirties, I'm thinking maybe I should start taking this blood pressure thing more seriously.
Not only should I go to the doctor and have my blood pressure checked, but I'm suddenly finding myself motivated to quit smoking, excercise, and put myself on a heart-smart diet. Never mind that I've always had low blood-pressure... and I don't mean normal blood pressure... I mean low. Suddenly with the frequency of cautionary reporting on high blood pressure on the news, I'm obsessed with health... possibly to unhealthy proportions. I'm sitting here right now barely able to wait to have my blood pressure checked... I'm on the verge of a panic attack over it. So as I said to start with... I really think articles like this make my blood pressure rise. I'm just gonna stop paying attention to the news. I've got better things to do anyway... like joining a gym and looking up some low-fat recipes online.

Happy Birthday Gram!

2004-08-23T12:35:00.000-04:00

I'm off to spend the day with my Grandma, as it's her birthday. Will be taking my laptop with me, so I may post more later tonight, if any thoughts should arise. But right now I gotta fix a light lunch and get in the shower. Need to tidy up my place a bit and maybe make a phone call before I go. Taking my kitty with me too, so I've gotta get her around and in her carrier. Why am I bothering to write this in my blog? I dunno... just cuz I've made a vow to myself to write in my blog everyday, and I don't know if I'll get the chance to do so later.

To Hell...and Howell...and Detroit... and Back

2004-08-22T15:04:00.000-04:00

Well yesterday I went to the African World Festival in Detroit. It's an annual festival hosted by The Charles H. Wright Museum of African American History. My friend Sherri and I went. Neither of us are African American, and we were two of only a handful of other caucasians there, amongst literally thousands of African Americans. It was interesting seeing what it was like being part of a small minority for a change.
On the way to Detroit, we took a little detour through Hell, Michigan. Hell basically consists of two gift shops and a biker bar. It was a bit of a disappointment, but neither of us had been there before. And Sherri was trying to avoid another traffic jam like the one she got stuck in the last time she tried going to a festival in Detroit.
Over all, Hell wasn't such a bad place compared to some of the sections of Detroit we ended up in looking for the festival. We had a really hard time finding where we were supposed to be, and we ended up going down a very long stretch of street that was nothing but abandoned buildings. Very large abandoned buildings with all of the windows broken out. Not being from a large city, the sites seemed almost surreal to me. It's a shame really... all that land area no longer being used. They really should do some development there.
But when we got to the festival, it was at a beautiful location, right on Detroit's Riverfront which is just across the Detroit River from Windsor, Ontario, Canada. One of the stages was set up at such a spot so we could just sit there and gaze at the beautiful Windsor skyline while we listened to music.
We walked around the various booths looking at nifty African arts and crafts. I bought a whistle for a dollar. Then Sherri wanted to eat, but the lines were so long I didn't think it was worth waiting for. I went and sat and listened to more music while Sherri waited in line.
After Sherri ate, we headed back home. We asked before leaving the parking ramp the best way to get back to Lansing, cuz we didn't wanna get stuck in any bad parts of Detroit after dark. We found it out of Detroit easily enough, but ended up getting all turned around when Sherri had to make a pit stop in Howell. We ended up back-tracking and go around in circles before we found our way back on the highway. Then we ended up on a stretch of highway that we were on like 15 minutes before we got off at the Howell exit.
But, I guess we made it back eventually, around 11:30 at night. My cat was meowing like crazy when I came home. My neighbor tells me that was going on since 3:30 in the afternoon. Poor Kitty... she missed her mommy.

The rain falls where it wants to...

2004-08-20T17:35:00.000-04:00

5 years ago, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. I was devastated upon hearing the news. At that time, I had just started on Zoloft and was taking 100 mg./day-- half of the dosage that I'm currently taking. Suffering from depression, I looked to all sorts of ways to help me get through my life and find reason to stay alive. One of those ways was the radio-- I'd turn on the radio and listen for some sort of meaning in whatever song happened to be playing. Perhaps I was hoping for a personal message sent to me by God, or the Universe, or whatever... but if I wasn't getting that, I DID often get the hope that I was looking for.
So with the news that my mother had cancer, and was not expected to survive it, I once again turned on the radio looking for comfort. It was late at night and I couldn't sleep. I had just been laying in bed in the dark crying, occasionally sitting up for a cigarette. Then I thought to myself 'I'll turn on the radio... please God... help me get through this.' And with that thought I stood up and hit the power button, only to hear some cheesy love song playing on the oldies station that I normally have my radio tuned to. Knowing that wasn't what I was looking for, I changed the station to a Christian Rock station. Then I remembered something.
I suddenly remembered that when I was a kid and I couldn't sleep at night, my mother would let me lay in her bed and she would turn on her clock-radio for me to fall asleep to. Wow... my reliance on the radio for comfort went back further than I had initially realized-- it was my mother that got that started! But Mom would always have her radio on WITL 100, The Best in the Country... a Lansing country music station. So then I said to myself 'Ok Mom...you send me a nice song', and I turned the dial to FM 100.
What I then heard coming from my radio is exactly what I have posted in the bottom right corner of this blog... Gary Allan singing Smoke Rings in the Dark. I'd never heard the song before, and I didn't know at the time that it was another love-gone-bad song, as that's really only obvious if you hear the first verse (well ok... and in the chorus... but I interpreted it differently at the time). I came in during the second verse, and heard only the portion of the song that I have posted here...

The loneliness within me
Takes a heavy toll
'Cause it burns as slow as whiskey
through an empty aching soul
And the night is like a dagger
Long and cold and sharp
As I sit here on the front steps
Blowing smoke rings in the dark

I- I- I know I must be going
'Cause loves already gone
And all I'm taking with me
are the pieces of my heart
And all I'll leave are smoke rings in the dark

The rain falls where it wants to
The wind blows where it will
Everything on earth goes somewhere
But I swear we're standin' still
So I'm not going to wake you
I'll go easy on your heart
I'll just touch your face and drift away
Like smoke rings in the dark

And as I sat there on the edge of my bed listening to this song and 'blowing smoke rings in the dark', I felt as though my mother was singing to me. The line about the whiskey seemed to me at that time to be the clue that this was the case-- whiskey was my mother's greatest vice. She was an alcoholic and she'd go through those bottles of Kessler like it was water. And during the chorus where it says 'I know I must be going', it was as though my mother was letting me know that she was at peace with her own mortality. Then the final verse 'The rain falls where it wants to. The wind blows where it will. Everything on earth goes somewhere', was like a spiritual lesson reminding me that 1)we're not in control of when we die, and 2)we're all going to die some day, but that our soul will live on. Then the very last part of the song, 'I'm not going to wake you. I'll go easy on your heart. I'll touch your face and drift away like smoke rings in the dark.'... yeah... that's just what my mother would do. She would just allow herself to die quietly, not wanting to disturb or worry the ones that she loves.
So this song... a song that I had never heard until the night that my mother told me she only had two months to live... suddenly became a song that I associate with my mother... and with her death. I listen to the song every year on her birthday, on mother's day, and on the anniversary of the day that she died. I don't even know if my mother ever heard the song, or if she liked it if she did hear it. But to me, it's a song that I hold very dear to my heart... as if the lyrics were wise words... spoken directly from my mother to me.

Can't stand the excitement...

2004-08-20T00:22:00.000-04:00

Highlights of my day:

Awoke to a beautiful sunny day!(well, actually I awoke to my cat's rough tongue on my face, but it's all good...)
My neighbor found a monthly bus-pass and gave it to me!
Caught the bus downtown. Was slightly concerned as I was the only American on the bus for almost half of the trip.
Arrived downtown and walked a block before stopping to roll a smoke in front of the library. Spilled half of my tobacco on the ground.
After completing my errands and arriving back home, I tore my apartment apart looking for papers which I never found. Found a lot of other interesting stuff I'd forgotten about... like my etch-a-sketch and a letter to my girlfriend written 9 months ago but never sent.
Watched Will get evicted from Big Brother

And that's about it for the excitement in my life today. YIPPEE!!!

Gotta get a move on...

2004-08-18T14:44:00.000-04:00

Not feeling so fatigued today, but I still didn't get anything done. I picked my place up a bit, but didn't leave at all... except to check my mail. I had none... or it was late. Should probably go check on it again.
It's actually kind of strange that I'm feeling better today, considering that I was up until 6 and then woken up by Doug at 10 only to fall back to sleep and wake bake up just after 11. I feel tired... but not that completely exhausted feeling I had yesterday and the day before. Think maybe it was anxiety induced.
I really feel like doing more cleaning now, which is odd for me. I should probably take advantage of the mood though... while it lasts. Of course, it may not even last long enough for me to shut down my computer...lol. But the sooner I act, the more likely I'll get something done. Anything would be better than nothing.

Why do I feel so EXHAUSTED lately?

2004-08-17T23:58:00.000-04:00

Should I go to the doctor? Do I need to just rest? Am I not eating right? Maybe I just need more excercise. And to quit smoking. Maybe I should be taking vitamins. I don't know. I just know that I feel like absolute sh*t. No really... it's true. Could it be depression? Is my Zoloft no longer working? I can't write anymore... I'm too tired.

New Week...Old Addictions

2004-08-16T10:57:00.000-04:00

Well here were are... a brand new week. Feeling like stepping away from the net for awhile and actually spending more time outside of my home. But let's see if I actually act on that before the mood wanes.
Wow... it's so weird. They have 'Soap Talk' on ABC now instead of 'The View'. But they're not calling it 'Soap Talk', they're calling it 'Soap Reveals', or some such nonsense. Oh wow... They've got the Greenlee-Ryan-Kendall love triangle on. And they just said that Rebecca Budig, who plays Greenlee Smythe on All My Children and 'Bachelor Bob' Guiney got married! I kind think it's cool, and it kinda bugs me at the same time. He's from Michigan, and I liked him on 'The Bachelorette', but kind of hated him on 'The Bachelor'. And I've been kind of torn about his and Rebecca's relationship. But now they're married. I'm kind of jealous cuz I LOVE Rebecca. And I also think she could do BETTER than Bob. On the other hand, it's cool cuz I paid attention to the bachelor, and then it turns out that he's dating one of my favorite soap stars. Well... now he's MARRIED to her. And it's also cool cuz he's from Michigan, just like ME!.
Well... I'll write more later. Ta-ta...

The Procrastinator's Blog

2004-08-11T16:08:00.000-04:00

Well... it's been awhile since I've posted anything. Publishing my own blog isn't as easy as I thought it would be. Mostly I just find myself with nothing much of interest. But... I'll keep working on it.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be 36. I was born August 12th, 1968 at Edward W. Sparrow Hospital in Lansing, Michigan. At some point I'll write more about my life. I should call this "The Procrastinator's Blog", cuz all I seem to be saying is "I'll post more about (enter topic) later."
I have do have some new 'artwork' to share:

This is called 'Explosion', and it started out being a black blob until I worked my magic on it. I like how it turned out.

And this one I call 'Toxic Graffiti', which I really really like.

Then there's this old one I did:

I named this 'Penniless', although I no longer no why...lol.

Well... That's about it for now. I'll try to post more tomorrow.

HoHoHOooooo Hi...

2004-08-06T23:06:00.000-04:00

Well the past 36 hours or so have been all about Big Brother for me. I got all excited about the twin twist and about getting to see one of the 4 horsemen gooooooo! And today I've still been paying attention to the goings on in the house. It appears the Nakomis has nominated Diane and Marvin, with the plan that who ever wins will then take Diane off the block and then Nakomis will put Jase up in her place, making way for his ouster. But that's how things are shaping up on Big Brother... What else is new with me? Not too much. I feel really fatigued today. Maybe from not drinking enough water, or maybe from having too many sweets in recent days. I wish I was feeling better because I would really love to be able to write something more meaningful in this blog. But it's kind of hard the way I'm feeling now. I do have a few ideas lined up for some entries I'd like to put in this blog. I'm really trying to decide if I wanna have a blog with varied types of entries, or if it would be better to stick with one particular theme for this blog. And I could always start another blog if I was interested in deviating from the theme. But since this blog is still in its infancy, I'll just let it grow into what it will. Well my kitty cat has come inside, and Dharma and Greg is on TV, so that's kind of my signal to post this and get offline for a bit.

Election 2004

2004-08-04T15:59:00.000-04:00

Election 2004 is an abstract that I just created with Pixia. I'll write more about why I gave it that name later.

Blah...

2004-08-04T13:42:00.000-04:00

I slept until 1 o'clock this afternoon...lmfao. Musta needed to catch up on some sleep. Last night I remember being soooooooooooo tired, I almost felt like I was drugged. I couldn't stay awake as late as I usually do. And now I'm just online catching up on the Big Brother live feed updates at Joker's.
People in the BB house are starting to have doubts about Adria, and she's acting now like she's having panic attacks. She's pretty nervous, I'm sure, about the big twin-twist reveal, and Natalie coming into the house. Hell...I'm nervous for them, so I can only imagine how nervous they both are.
Yeah, I'm a Big Brother junkie. I have been since the very first season. I cried when Brit got evicted. It was absolutely devastating. I kinda gotta wonder with the seriousness that I took it, if it wasn't some unresolved grief from my mother dying spilling over.
My mom died May 27, 2000... Right around the time that Big Brother first aired. I think my wrapping myself up in the show was all a part of me trying not to deal with the pain of my mother's death. It was easy to do... even without live feeds, I could keep up on the goings-on in the BB house 24/7 by getting on Joker's and reading the updates postings. And should all the houseguests be asleep, there was still discussion going on on the p/x.
And when that first season of BB was over with, I started going through withdrawal. I need something else to obsess about... so I got back into my soaps. There were, and still are, a lot of ABC soap fans at Joker's. So when the postings about BB stopped, I started reading the soap postings. Eventually they started a separate forums for the soaps. Well, it wasn't long before I was back watching my soaps. And I still am watching them... I'm watching them right now, in fact.
Oh my... OLTL is starting... that means it's 2 o'clock, so I should end this post and see if my girlie's online.

My Favorite Sweets

2004-08-03T22:53:00.000-04:00

Reese's Peanut Butter Cups

Ice Cubes

Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls

Cheese Cake

Brownies

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream

Pound Cake

Nestle Crunch w/ Peanut Butter, Ltd. Ed.

Vanilla Shakes

Rhubarb Pie

Note that I left these in the order that I thought of them, feeling that doing so would most accurately reflect my favorites. If I were to rearrange the list, it would be in quite a different order, though.

Missed My Stop...

2004-08-03T19:25:00.000-04:00

Ok... I've decided I might be best off If I type my blog entries into NoteTab first. Well... I had a semi-productive day today. Atleast I finally got my butt to the store for groceries. It's a wonder I actually made it there though. I was so spaced out on the bus that I missed my stop. Now the funny thing is, in all the years that I've been taking the CATA bus, I have never known it to not stop at Meijer. There's always somebody getting on and/or getting off the bus there. But not today... today I was off in la-la land, and the bus just went right on past. Well, after I realized that I'd missed my stop, I could've got off at the next stop and walked back across the street. But for some reason I decided it would be best if I stayed on the bus and took it to the Mall, and then back around to the stop after that, which is closer than the first stop after Meijer. So I stayed on the bus.
By the time I got to the Mall, some minute and 10 seconds later, I had changed my plans. I decided to get off at the Mall and eat at the food court. So I got off the bus and walked into the refreshingly air-conditioned Mall.
Wow... it had been quite a while since I had been to the Mall. I wasn't even sure what direction to go in. Then when I finally got myself turned around properly, I realized that the food court had been moved. Well, in any case, I eventually made it to the food court. I was hoping to eat at McDonald's, but when they moved the food court on me, the seem to have tossed McDonald's to the McWay-side. There is no McDonald's in the Mall anymore...:(
So, I walked around the food court scoping out my options. Every place that interested me had long lines. It was lunch time, after all. So after Walking the perimiter of the food court, I continued on my way without stopping to eat.
I walked through the Mall refreshing my memory of its layout, and noticing the new stores that have popped up since I was last there. The only store I actually went into was Spencer's Gifts. Always one of my favorite stores. Spencer's is the shop I was never supposed to go into as a kid, but did anyway. Then one day after looking around the merchandise, I asked my mother what a vibrator was. She knew I'd been to Spencer's Gift then...lol.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I left the Mall and walked to Meijer, did my shopping and came home. There's alot more that I could write, but I've written enough for now. See what happens? I leave more house for 2 short hours, and I wanna talk about every little detail...lol.

Loneliness, My Best Friend

2004-08-03T10:58:00.000-04:00

Well... here it is another day. I was up until 4 in the morning. I did alot of crying. I've got that lonely feeling creeping over me again. Yup... my dear old friend loneliness. My best friend... tried and true.
I plan on starting into the serious posting soon. Will deal with some cool and interesting stuff that I've stumbled upon on the net. Also will write some more about myself, my life, my personal history, friends and family, etc. But right now, I've gotta get into the shower so I can make that trip to the store. I'd like to eat today... something besides rice.

Just because I can

2004-08-02T22:25:00.000-04:00

That's right... I'm posting this just because I can. That's me smoking a cigarette, taken a couple of weeks ago with my webcam and then edited with a combination of VicMan's and Pixia.

What's On My Floor Right Now?

2004-08-02T19:51:00.000-04:00

Two empty pizza boxes
Four empty beer cans
Two ashtrays, both over-flowing with cigarette butts
Atleast one empty Kool pack and one empty Kite pouch
Too much dirty laundry to name individually
One empty glass once used for wine
Another empty glass with a spoon in it that was used to eat Grapenuts
A networking study guide
A giant bible, once given to my mother by my father
Three weights
Several cat toys
Loads of white cat hair
Some spilled catnip
Yesterday's junk-mail

Damn I'm Boring...

2004-08-02T14:33:00.000-04:00

Yeah I'm back... and I still have nothing to say cuz I'm so boring. I haven't gone to the store for Groceries yet, so I'm still hungry. I'm fixing some rice, though... as that's all I seem to have to eat. I cleaned the grout in my shower while I was offline. Other than that and starting my rice, that's all I've done. I talked to Channy for a bit, not that she was very talkative. She said she was online looking for hairstyles and then she got offline to get in the bath. She said she'll be back in an hour... oh my... when am I ever going to go to the store? When am I ever going to do ANYTHING that I should be doing? My place is an absolute pig sty. Maybe I'll write more about that later. Right now I have to go ten to my rice.

Cigarettes For Lunch

2004-08-02T13:22:00.000-04:00

Ok, let's try this again. Not that I've done anything since my last entry. I've just been sitting here smoking... but what's new. I should have been getting my ass in the shower and heading to Meijer for some groceries so I can eat. But instead I'm sitting here hungry as hell smoking. Oh the excitement of my life... Maybe I'll write more when I actually have something to say for a change.

A Blog For Pooge

2004-08-02T11:44:00.000-04:00

Wellnowthisisinteresting...I'mtryingtowritemyveryfirstblogentryandforsomereasonmyspacesaren'tshowing...what'supwiththat?Andmytextdoesn'tseemtobewrapping,either. IfItabIgetaspace. Do I have to hit tab between each of my words? hmmmmmm... Idon'tunderstandtheproblem. The problem is not with my spacebar, as it works elsewhere, just not in this form. Could it be a firefox issue? Who knows... Icanedititbyedithtmlperhapsi'lljusthavetotypemyblogsusingthatratherincompose. Ok now I'm typing in the HTML editor. Atleast I'm getting spaces. Well this certainly is interesting. I'm hungry and I don't feel like dealing with this now. Think I'll try to sort out the problem later. But I'm still gonna post this, despite its problems and lack of interesting content.