Stretched thin

This weekend, I've had ten million things to do and not enough time to do them. First off, since Adam has made his way down from New York, I've been seeing him, but haven't seen any of the other friends in the greater Ada metropolis. Paul has been ignored, which I know is nine kinds of frustraiting for him. I had to cancel a T-Ball game I told Smitty I would attend. I haven't seen Michael in about a month and a half, and I think the last time I saw David and Erin was back when Roosevelt was president. Which Roosevelt you may ask? The first one. Oh yeah, it's been that long.

Ah!! But wait!!

All of these people that I haven't seen are thankfully going to be at A-Kon this year. So I will have them to bore with my secret, wonderful tales of router-watching and network implimentation-doing. I will spin a sticky literary web of bordom and apathy with my substandard vocabulary. What fun for them.

Can't wait for all that Pocky, Pretz and those drinks with the marbles in them. Hooray for snacks!

PS: I suck at Phase 10.

PSS: Anybody want to meet me in New York so I can go watch Avenue Q with company?

PSSS: I think my friend Jared and my sister Amy cheat like mad dogs at card games.

When there's trouble you know who to call...

...Teen Titans!!

Wishing birthdays both present (Heather Feather) and impending (David). David's gift will be gained at the con, and Heather's is on order from Amazon. Well wishes and fuzzy kittens all around!

If I win tonight's lottery, everybody gets presents! Luck be a Lorraine tonight!! Uhhh-huh-huh...

Is it wrong of me to think that a good cover song for the murmurs would be "Jessie's Girl", or "Come on Eileene"? Awesome.

Love nights like this

I left work tonight to grab some lunch, and I flipped the radio to Coast to Coast...

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Ok, right off I'm going to admit that I have broken ever New Year's resolution I had this year except this one, that I would not talk about Coast to Coast anymore. I am now breaking it.
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...on the program was the general meley of random subjects, until one just made me break out into a smile. Had the caller talked about Shawdow People, it would have the Holey Triumvirate. It was a truck driver, on the road and he brought up the subject of the Illuminati. Oh! I knew I was in for a treat this evening, and I want to give you, my dear friends, just a simple taste of what you missed while you were all sleeping.

The Illuminati, for those that are not familier with this sinister organization, is a fictional, magical group of people that control the world from their invisible Fortress of Doom, where I hear they feed on the blood of virgins while ruling the world's economy with God-like powers. An ancient and secret sect of cult members capable of time-travel, keepers of sacred texts and fragile scrolls. Hey! They sound pretty cool, where do I sign up? I've seen books on the subject in catalogs such as Johnson Smith's Things You Never Knew Existed, where you'll find amoung the tomes of FreeMasionry, there are such books varied as Learn To Levitate and The Zen of Farting. No, I am not making that up...

Getting back on subject, the trucker was talking about how the Illuminati is behind the upcoming earthquake that will hit the Southwest United States here in a few short months. Ten's of thousands will die, hundreds of thousands will be injured and multiple billions of dollars in damage will be delt. I openly mock these type of doomsayers, but I'll be the first to crap my Levi's when that thing hits. Did this man, a member of human civilization, actually think that a select group of people could control the shifting of continental plates, miles beneath the Earth's surface? I wish I had that kind of faith in things. Still to this day, if I pick a land-line phone up I will listen first, to see if anybody else is on there. I haven't been on a partyline since I was in grade school, but the habit has stuck with me. I can't even trust the phone company, how can I trust the Illuminati?

Oh, who am I kidding. I know if I had that kind of power I would just use it to get McDonald's to bring back the mushroom swiss burger.

Later Alligators

Lights are down in Georgia...er... Tulsa

To accompany my job where I work, we rely on a three digital projectors casting alarm info on the wall in front of us. Currently, my group, has three rows of people. But truthfully, on the Mid shift, we could probably cram together on the front row, seeing as there is only 6 of us at full staff.

Anyway, last Tuesday, one of the projectors turned itself off. Just total darkness on the screen. One of the guys here jacked with it a bit, and got it come back on. Next night, or rather, early Thursday morning, the same projector blinked off again. And then oddly enough, about twenty minutes later the one next to it did the same thing. No amount of smacking or cable-jigglin' worked.

Keep in mind, these screens are not vital, as we still have sets around the NOC that display the same information as what's shown up on the wall, but as nobody can sit next to four computer's worth of alarms and trusted sets, it's just handy to look up and see on the screens what is down and what needs our attention.

Today will mark 6 full days for these two projectors being down. It's a little odd, not for the fact that our ever-present alarm list is gone, but also for the lack of light right here. I sit directly in front of the one on the end, and Patrick sits square in front of the middle one. Without that light to illuminate this area, it's a tad dark on the front row. Especially after Pat's assault strike against the spotlight that was above him, we are in some serious dim.

The thing that worries me the most is the group of bats nesting above our heads...

The Devil and pimples

Good friend Scott Roche has a two part (so far!) study about the King of Lies, Prince of Darkness, Satan himself. If you're interested, and I emplore you to check it out as it's a good quick read, is to head over there yourself. Here is where you'll find the goodness.

On a ickier, grosser note, I have this Mt. Vesuvious-sized crater on my cheek. This usually happens when I shave at the sink. Normally I shave in the shower, as this is just the most logical place to be wet and welding a sharp piece of steel in my soapy hand. But when I shave at the sink, I will invariably get an ingrown hair and wacky hijinks ensue.

Hmm... I think more wacky hijinks need to ensue in my life. "Uh-oh! Looks like Jay is going to grab that 220-volt bare wire while standing in ankle-deep water! Watch out!" "Uh-oh! Looks like Jay invited both Cindy and Sharon to the prom. What will he do?" "Uh-oh! Looks like Jay got picked up for drug trafficking heroin across international borders. Let's watch!"

Thursday morning was pretty good. Got to watch Star Wars, Epi III with my folks, joined by Pat, Kevin and longest-running amigo Adam. And despite my biased thoughts toward the first two prequels, I enjoyed this last one. My friend David was of a different opinion, but I think deep-down he liked it as well.

Shall we play a game?

If you've got 10 minutes (or 49, which it took me), I challenge you to play this little game. Dubbed The Doors, it's based in flash. All you can do is click on certain objects and collect tiny bits of info and material to help you solve just what is going on. At times you can drag and drop things you've collected to interact with things on screen. It's not any kind of skill game, and I guess if one were really smart they could whip through this in about 3 minutes, but damn if it took me almost an hour to figure this out.
Anyway, it's something fun, not to mention a little frustraiting if you're a gotard like myself.

...and the Geeks shall inherit the Earth.

Not sure what kind of percentage of people that read this tiny blog are of the geek/gamer type, but I got an absolute kick out of this. I'm sure if Wayne Hancock read my blog, we would give me an "Aaahhhck!" upon viewing.

It's called Geek Fantasies and has four or five videos of bikini-clad women telling the inner geek in most of us what we want to hear. If only one of them said "I brought beer and pizza, let's get this LAN party started" I would have been brough to tears. ;-)

Last night, had home-made sushi with good friend Adam West (not Batman) and his friend in Sperry, Michael. When I got over to Michael's house, another friend of Adam's, Bobby, was visiting as well. I knew everybody from way back and had a blast catching up with everybody. I mentioned that David Sedaras would be at a local bookstore on June 19th and Bobby and Adam perked up, and then the three of us were retelling our favorite Sedaras tales. Michael was left out on this one, so I loaned him a paperback I had in the truck. I was pretty happy to get somebody else interested in something that I enjoy. Even if it's Barenaked Ladies, a love of geek-lore or non-fiction novelists, it's a joy to spread one's intrests around.

Anyway, like I was talking about before I started rambling, home-made sushi. Much better than I thought. Bobby left us, as she had to work today (sucker!) but the three of us guys ate some kind of roll that Adam had made an abundence of. Salmon, avocado and honey. It sounds odd, but really delights the palate when eaten. Yum! We talked for a while, ate some cheesecake and then I had to come to work.

I am enjoying life. And that, as they say, is a good thing.

I'm a selfish shellfish.

Lady in waiting... 

This is my view when I come home in the mornings from work. April will invariably be in the spare bedroom window, looking for me to come home. It's good to be wanted, even if it's for tuna snacks and head scratches. :-)
Count your blessings people. There are some people in this world who don't have very many to count.

Save the drama for yo' mamma!

I have very little need for drama in my life right now. I'm trying to better myself, mostly in ways that will make me feel better about myself, not so I will look better in comparison to other people. I think I'm through trying to make people think better of me. Screw that. All that will happen is I please everybody but myself.

And I'll let you in on a little secret...

Are you ready?

I don't care what 'they' think. I don't care what 'they' say. Some people will spend entire relationships or friendships or their own lives worrying about what other people think of them. And although I used to be one of those people, I think I'm ready to move on.

Yessir. I think I am ready for something different.

-End Trans

...uggh

Headache...

Bad...

Can't sleep...

Can't stay awake...

Stomache nausious...

Stressed...

The Violent Femmes have this song, "Kiss Off". Listening to it right now, wishing I hadn't taken so many Excedrin. Now I'm all jittery.

You are all wonderful!!

To Nancy, Amy, Brooke, Brigette, Margie, Erin, Reneay, Melissa and all those other wonderful women who gave life into this world, I want to wish you all a very, Happy Mother's Day! I hope you all told your moms how much they mean to you.

I got to spend most of the day with three very excellent mothers, and stopped off and saw another one this evening. I missed a few, but the big Four were taken care of. For those that I didn't see or talk to, I apologize, and I hope your special day was really nice.

The other "L" word...

Just found out that Leisha Haily of murmurs fame is on the Showtime lesbian drama, "The L Word" This alone would be enough to entice me to watch it, had I Showtime. I also just found out that murmurs' founding members Heather Grody along with Leisha, have formed a new group called 'Gush'. I am so behind the times...

I am also imcapable of letting go. When I want something, I try very hard to get it. I will dream of it, I will think of it during the day. It will consume my thoughts. It could be anything, or anyone. If I am wanting something, I don't give up easily. It's a stubborn trait I developed over the years. It's not often I have this passion, but when I do, it's hard to satiate.

Sometimes I feel like Mikey from 'Swingers'. I'm going to be in Los Angeles 3 years from now, sitting in my apartment drinking orange juice in the dark, going through photo albums and old letters. I will not be hosting open mike night at the HaHa Hole, not matter my need for money...

"But I'm a fungi!" said the shitake....

I was recently attacted by a bitter, callow individual who called my morals into question. Since everybody I know knows who I am, and as I'm not leading any kind of double secret life, I give you, my readers, a view of my 'morrels' instead.



I saw Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy last Friday morning, enjoyed it greatly. I found out this weekend that my father is going to drive all the way from Ada to watch Star Wars: Episode III with his only son on opening day, thereby completing the circle. He took me to Penn Square Mall when I was a just a few months shy of being three to see 'Star Wars: A New Hope'. And now he'll be there with me when I watch the last prequel. I hope to be as great a father as he has been to me.