February 2006

2/11/06
Saturday is going to be a busy day. First I need to go to the bank and see if my debit card will allow me to pay for something very expensive or if I'll have to withdraw cash or cut a check. Next I have to wake up a co-worker so I can look at a potential apartment and see what's going on with this situation. Of course, gentle reader, when I know more then you will know more about it. I don't want this to be a situation where I tell something half-ass backwards and then eat my words because I'm wrong like certain people.

You know who you are.

Finally I have to stop off at Petsmart and get Spot supplies in addition to squirrel food.

In other news, I have acquired the sound clip from Ed Wood of Martin Landau as Bela Lugosi ranting about how Boris Karloff doesn't deserve to smell his shit. Thanks to Downtime of LambdaMOO fame for pointing me in the direction of Audacity which enabled me to edit the sounds from the original file. Here's the entry at the Howard Stern community with links to the files.

concerned

I need to get off my ass. As of February 1^st, I no longer have any kind of insurance. Basically I only need dental and my employer changed plans. In order to have dental, I need to have medical. Right now my anxiety is making me hyper-aware of my situation and either things are bad or I am being a hypochondriac.

Jesus Christ, I'm so fucking cheap.

I mean "thrifty".

my mother

One of the earliest conversations I remember having with my mother was when I was about five years old in New Jersey. It was wintertime. Since it was dark outside, I was awake and not in bed I know it was wintertime. I had been watching Mr. Rogers and he showed how one could pack a bunch of oreos into many stacks then frost it and make it into a cake.

My mom wanted to show me a recipe that she was working on. She was going on about being a thrifty chef and then she asked me if I knew what thrifty meant.

"It means being cheap."

Nope, according to my mom being cheap didn't mean being thrifty. My little head didn't grasp the concept of being economical as being diametrically opposed to buying complete shit rather than being wise and sparing in the use of good ingredients.

Either way, to this day I still think of being thrifty as being cheap.

In Yer Dreams

Why the hell did raddidge's brother show up in my dream? I've barely spoken with the guy but he made an appearance.

We were in a kitchen and we were discussing cars.

"You know those additives when you get your oil changed?"
I nodded, "Yeah"
"They're not any good for your car. They'll ruin you car." He went on to tell me that these additives are just solvents, like WD-40, and over time the chemicals break down the engine. He pulled out a clear engine where I could see the pistons. A quart of oil and some additive later, he pressed a button that drained the oil from the engine and it kept running until it melted down. Just like an infomercial.

Later on I ran into Devo. You know, that chick. Yes, that one. I asked her what she was thinking when she was jerking me around and she found this to be hilarious. "Oh! Poor spivak! Didums fall in wove? Too fucking bad! I wish you killed yourself so you'd shut up!"

Good riddance.