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Hinterlands.cc -> 03/20/04: Giant Isopod
Giant Isopod
Holy hell. The roly poly bugs called in their big brother after years of torture.
Baby Steps Are The Cutest Steps
First chapter of my book is up for those that matter.
Keep It Safe.
There's a new little button up there for a site just for my writing currently. It will shortly be password protected. E-mail me if you want the password. It's not just for everyone.
Mission Accomplished
I've gotten two people into the genius that is Wonderfalls. I feel I accomplished something.
Done As Dirt
What does a writer with writer's block do? From my year in writing classes, I'm pretty sure it's this:
Sitting in the sheep ship shank mother fucker in a pasty tube with jelly stuck fuck a duck not quite right in the noggin flogging molly with the pasta in the salt in the thing with think tank. Ain’t right in the head she said to fred who, by the way? Dead. Fred’s dead. It’s been said. It may have been lead. Or bread. Stale bread. Thrown at his head. But he’s dead. Funeral’s on Friday. A Friday funeral for fred from stale bread thrown at his head? What’s his tombstone going to read? Nothing punny. No dough jokes. Probably just a “In this grave lies a man.” Well that’s rather sad. Fred wasn’t a happy guy. And the thoughts continue with the seashell beauty on the shore selling said seashells. She sells them two for a buck on certain days. Lay lady lay. Bob Dylan. Curly mop top mumbo jumbo hippy crap. Dead from aids. Not Bob Dylan. Noodle burn. Noodle bum. Bum noodle knee with the ever flowing hair dresser from down under. Blunder sunder a sunder tundra. Eat shit. Dip stick. Lip stick. Hookers sell she shells. Two for a buck. Or a fuck. They are hookers after all.
Back To Back
I was given some insider information today about a certain female teacher I gave my phone number to two weeks ago. Apparently, she very much wants to get married. And, apparently, I am very much not the marrying kind if her lack of calling is any indication.
While I don't want to get married, I still find the lack of a phone call along with this new information to be slightly insulting. I mean, I could assume she doesn't see me as a long term situation. She's of course possibly right, but at least humor me!
Yahoo! News - Ratings Dip for 'Kingdom Hospital,' 'Game Over'
Yahoo! News - Ratings Dip for 'Kingdom Hospital,' 'Game Over':
"The show that ABC has pinned its ratings hopes on -- 'Stephen King's Kingdom Hospital' -- is hemorrhaging viewers just after three weeks on the air."
Maybe that's because it's trying so hard to be oddball and creepy at the same time without revealing a shred of plot movement in four hours of television.
Every Scratch. Every Click.
I had one of those "what am I doing with my life" moments last night. You know the ones. Sitting in your room alone. No one to call. Wondering how you went from 20 friends down to 3 or 4, who in most cases you ever get to talk to or see. It's always a battle in my head between wanting to be social and meet new people, and also enjoying my solitude. I haven't found the healthy balance between the two. The situation is never helped by the fact that I can't figure out where you go to meet new people that doesn't somehow involve a bar and much drinking.
The other building of our library is closed for repairs. Apparently the power box decided to melt. It will end up being a multiple day repair schedule, and so they're trying to decide what to do with the 50 or so staff that work over there.
Option one is bring them all over here. What does this mean? Well, on Saturday alone, we'd have 5 people working the desk that normally takes 1 healthy person or 2 half people. Half people are not counted as whole people, as we tend to fall asleep from over-exertion from our various ailments. We're like the 16 year olds in the proposed voter age change in California. Unhealthy people only get half a vote. People without important limbs get a quarter vote.
I haven't heard of option two yet, but I can almost guarantee it doesn't involve "Stay home! Get paid!" and will more than likely involve "Stay home! Use sick time!" or something much more along those lines.
But the problem is, we just don't have anywhere for these people to be. And the difference in the attitude (especially our aides) should be interesting. It will truly show how much of a tight unit (heh) we are.
Just to be safe though, I'm welding my office door shut so no one fucks with my shit.
We're Taking A Vacation Holiday
In the midst of a musical duldrum that tends to plague me when I just become bored with everything, I learned the Magnetic Fields are releasing a new album. This excites me.
What excites me even more? They're coming to Chicago in summer. And it's at the Old Towne School of Folk Music, which means it'll be a nice show, and not some packed into the Metro like sheep, standing for 4 hours type affair.
The Metro is not a fun place to see music. The Metro in the summer is equal only to having to stand in the same spot in hell for several hours. Of course, standing in general in the same spot for several hours at this point in my life is nothing I find very exciting.
No Sir, I Don't Like It
I think I may get rid of the titles for my blog posts. It's getting harder and harder for me to come up with something worth typing up there.
But, seeing as how I haven't done it in a while, this is my "why are coworkers so obnoxious?" rant for the previous few months.
Dear coworker,
Just because I don't smile or giggle incessantly? That doesn't make me a dour and bitter person. Just because I don't coming in and talking about the most superficial or items or minutae of the day? That doesn't make me rude or standoffish. Well. It's a little standoffish, but it's only because I prefer small talk with people who I know can hold deeper conversations as well. No. I don't want to go to the staff party. I just got done working 40 hours here. I don't enjoy spending my off time with the people I work with. That time is my time, and will either be spent:
a) by myself.
b) driving. by myself.
c) with a select group of people I enjoy the company of.
Being told to smile when I first come in, even though you've known for years I'm not a morning person, and need time to wake up? It may warrant me cutting off bits of important parts of your body. I do not smile at 9 in the morning. I hardly walk at 9 in the morning.
Everyone has different personalities. This is something you need to understand. Being told I should be happy tends to do the reverse, making me a very angry person indeed. I'll be happy if I choose to be happy. I'll be angry if I choose to be angry. Just because you must laugh or be happy ALL THE TIME, does not mean I need to be.
I'm running out of room, but I wanted to let you know this bothers me. Other things that upset me about your penchant for constant cheeriness? Saying, "It's good to see the real you again! You're usually so sad!" is also a sure way to get me angry. I run a gamut of emotions. From sad to happy to morose to disturbed to complacent. I have reasons. You know this.
Thanks.
Mike.
P.S. The 30 minute lunches that turn into 45-60 minute lunches? It's annoying, and would probably get you fired if anyone besides me bothered paying attention or speaking up.
Thanks again.
The Need To Be Branded
Flexitarian is probably the dumbest thing I've heard of in years. Yes. It's good that less people are eating meat, but by the basic definition of the word, vegetarian means:
The theory or practice of living on a diet made up of vegetables, fruits, grains, nuts, and sometimes eggs or dairy products.
So, it bugs me that there are people in this article claiming to be vegetarian, yet saying, "they love sausage." You are NOT a vegetarian if you eat meat. You are a meat eater who's eating healthier than the majority of America.
I don't know how long I've had to correct people that, "No. Vegetarians do NOT eat chicken of fish. They are still meat." And now this article comes out? That's just what I needed.
Scenes From That
There's a very good possibility I'm either:
a) dying
or
b) adapting to working out
I say this only because there wasn't the usual crippling searing pain that follows my workout. Instead, I was able to continue working out, even able to get out of my car after the ride home.
I finally got my TiVO working. After a Saturday night full of swearing and cursing and other things that definitely made me no fun to be around, I got everything split properly and cabled and plugged in. But, before that? I was prepared to throw it back in the box and cancel the subscription. There were just so many little things that pissed me off about the service and the hook up. I didn't appreciate that I had to spend 30 dollars in cables and splitters to get it working right. And if it wasn't for a 100 foot phone cord, I would have spent another 50 on a USB network hub so I could have actually connected to download the content.
But, I'm happy now. I'm almost upset I only got the 40 hour. But, it makes sure I watch what I record. I could easily see the 160 hour getting very full of crap.
Taste the Secret
Taste the Secret
This is so not right.
SleevesClothing.Com ::.
SleevesClothing.Com ::.
I can't lie. I think it would be hilarious to own one and just show up to work one day.
Show of Disney tunes joins premieres for Broadway in Chicago
Show of Disney tunes joins premieres for Broadway in Chicago
We're getting Spamalot before Broadway? YES! Totally going.
And I can't say I hate the idea of Disney's "On The Record" either. It could be interesting.
Words To Relish
This flash file shares with you the joy of hearing celebrities share their favorite swear words. Definitely not something you want to blast at work. But it's fun stuff.
I Know You've Heard My Laughs
The fine folks have Oddlots Irregulars have done something for their site that I've been meaning to do for mine for a long while. They've updated the look. Check 'em out.
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