ante diem ix kalends june 2003 c.e. Life's not that interesting at the moment. Work is very busy except they're not offering overtime like working through lunch and extra money would be extra nice. Since 1998 or so I've been having a problem with my left ear. The situation will come and go, sometimes not showing up for an entire year. My left ear will suddenly turn off or become clogged even though I've been dousing it with hydrogen peroxide. The benefits of this situation are being able to sleep on my right side and being able to sleep without any outside sounds bothering me or stirring me from my slumber. The drawbacks are being unable to hear anything on that side of my head. I think I can hear on that side but I don't know if it's just sound from that side making its way around to the right ear. The ability to have peace and quiet is keeping me from seeing a physician about the situation. Paranoia God damn it. My parents changed their telephone number again for some unknown reason. Wait a minute, I do know the reason. My mother's nuts and paranoid about being overrun by "urban" types. In Yer Dreams! I haven't played Pokemon Ruby in a few days but Tuesday night I kept dreaming about playing that game, using a gameshark to get shiny pokemon and adding various moves to each pokemon instead of breeding them on. Jaybird, Jaybird, Jaybird!!! It appears I do serve a purpose for the Bird household since I provide Herr Bird with material for his various message boards and MOO mailing lists. For example: For those of you playing along at home Hulk Hogan has been forced into "retirement" but someone resembling him has come into the WWF calling himself Mr. America. Everyone knows its Hogan but nobody's proving it. It's a really stupid fucking angle. What if Vince McMahon decides to call Hogan on his ruse and book Hogan vs. Mr. America at a pay per view? Hogan wins and... it's Dusty Rhodes!!! Of course none of this is truly relevant to the majority of my audience but that idea went over quite well with Herr Bird and when he used it at his wrestling message board. Another time I compared NASCAR to snuff films. Folks watch NASCAR for the crashes not the carbon monoxide fumes or watching rednecks zip around a circle three hundred times. Bonus if someone dies. Nota Bene: The Weekly World News has a cover story about the ghost of Dale Earnhardt saving the lives of soldiers over in Iraq. Talk about the culmination of po' white trash. The Weekly World News. NASCAR. U.S. soldiers. Where was I? Since everyone goes to NASCAR for the crashes and the deaths it's like watching a snuff film where the guy wields a knife and keeps chanting "I'm gonna kill ya.... I'm gonna fucking kill ya!!!!" to the frightened chick but he never follows through. What's the god damned point? "Leave them laughing" is what I've always heard and that's what happened tonight. I hope to beat Jaybird to the punch with this line that killed right after Smackdown. "I don't care about gay marriages but they god damned better be the same race!"