December 1999
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It really does pay off to look into things yourself than trying to rely on someone else. No matter how reliable they are, no matter how trustworthy they are.
I park my car a few houses down a sidestreet (within view from my porch) and I've been leaving it overnight because I haven't been able to get up the energy to drive it down to the church and walk back.
I've been lucky enough not to get any tickets since there's some ordinance about keeping cars on the street between 2 a.m. and 6 a.m.. Anyway, I reckon about 5ish today there was someone coming out of their driveway and hit my car. The dent is a nothing and I wouldn't have noticed it at all. My father saw a police car next to my car as he was coming home and went down to see what was going on. He heard the story, everything was okay, no reports were filed and the old guy came out of his house to tell that he saw that someone came out of the opposite driveway, hit the car and ran.
My father came home all upset about stuff, I asked what was wrong and he gave me bits and pieces of what happened, not the whole story. He was majorly pissed off and I know he wouldn't get pissed off unless it was something serious. I continue to ask him stuff and I'm raising my voice since I know he's not giving me all the facts. He tells me not to go down and check the car out and five minutes later he says that it should be safe. What the fuck? How can it be unwise in one breath and safe in another?
I checked, I asked the old guy what happened. He thought the car was stolen and abandoned, the bit about my car being hit seemed to be an afterthought. I was nice about everything and went back home.
I don't need little shit like this. Gah.
Anyway, I've been having fun reading someone's dirty laundry that they put on the web. This link involves two stupid newbies getting into netsex (they couldn't have been that old when they first connected on lambda going by the dates) and the whole drama that happened afterwards.
The best part is this woman is supposed to be a professional writer with published books under her belt. Yecch. And the guy is located in Hartford, CT so it sounds like a lark to go up to CT (if only I had the money) to spread that text around the college he works for with his picture on the top of the page.
Funny thing is that if you compare the picture of them at this link with the picture of a couple at The Onion you'll be shocked at the similarities!
Today was a strange day. It started out around 7:30 or so when my mother was yelling about how my father hid her keys and wanted a divorce and decided to commandeer my sister's car much to my sister's dismay. About a half-hour later my father came home and helped my sister by giving her keys to my mother's car then found my mother's keys were in her jacket pocket all along and she had no reason to go off.
Definitely not a good portent.
The bathroom upstairs still isn't done. I mean the bathtub and the shitter work, but there's no sink and the light fixture in the sink isn't entirely complete. And the tile guy showed up and laid the tile the wrong way (not diagonal, which would've looked stupid anyway and we didn't have enough tile for it in the first place). I decided to cut out quick to avoid getting any shit smacked on me.
I just ran the register at my father's business and hung around after closing for some peace and quiet.
Oh yeah, I got a beard trim today. It's been ages since I got one and it was getting hard for me to shovel food into my fat face comfortably. So annoying to have a messy mustache and constantly having to wipe it when eating normally.
I have an interview on Friday and I hope it goes well. Just need to run a little bit of laundry so I can be presentable. Hopefully this interview won't be a waste of my fucking time, at least this interview is at an actual business not some limp dicked agency.
I am not okay.
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I don't think I'm going to update my diary for the next few days because of how I feel right now. I'm not feeling that open about what's going on in my life which surprises and irritates me because it's against my grain.
Then again, I'm doing it for myself.
I can't wait for Thursday so I can straighten myself out since I'm wrestling so much with myself.
A buncha minutes ago I dropped my car off at the church and walked home. While I was driving down the road off in the shadows I saw the outline of a deer crossing the road who looked up the road at me. I stopped the car and watched, then turned into the parking lot. The deer had wandered off into the other side of the church.
I got out of my car and waited to see if I could catch a glimpse of him because I had a feeling it was the buck I've kept seeing the past few months. He didn't appear again. My mind flashed the image of the deer again in my mind the way I saw him. A dim silhouette that was barely 2 dimensional in the shadows and my mind told me that the deer was no longer with me.
Outside of everything going on in my life this seems like nothing, but it made me cry more because I treasure what I feel for deer, how magical they are even in a deer-plagued state like New Jersey. Now I don't have a spirit animal anymore.
I'm not going to update again for a bit.
I'm feeling much better than I have been for the past couple of days. Some stuff has been coming up that drains my soul, there are also health matters going on but I reckon they'll go away eventually or I'll eventually see a doctor.
I'm not much for doctors but I reckon that I'll see one anyway.
Anyway, I spent the greater part of today out shopping for people. Got a buncha lumps of coal for the people in my life and it was rough. Sometimes people were trying to sell me coke, other times they were trying to pawn off some peat on me. I was a savvy shopper.
So while I'm wandering through the Livingston Mall I realize that I have to scratch my ass something fierce. Good lord, each step was just magnifying that strange ass-crack tingle which dared annoy me. I tried walking with tight asscheeks in hopes of scratching that way.
No dice.
I couldn't find a private area to stop and just dig in with my thumb to make the scratching go away and there weren't any objects I could rub against like a gorilla to fix it and be surreptitious. Then all of a sudden I had this big, hot, scratchy fart and it made the itch go away. Wow. I never had that before.
Soothed, I was able to make it through the mall without lookin' like some pre-vert scratching my enormous posterior.
I oughta eat sandpaper more often.
Lastly, and this might be old news to people, I learned that MTV goes to model agencies to fill up audiences.
Can't fill up the audience at LoveLine? Pay some good-looking gork 100 bucks to sit in the audience so the viewers at home don't have to look at some weenie who isn't camera-friendly.
I learned this after watching this special they had on MTV about Sabrina the Teenage Witch and some other blonde doing makeovers on lovelorn guys who weren't too good looking. Ends up that the guys weren't that bad. Relaxed, attractive and under 200 pounds apparently. I erased MTV from my TV lineup (out of 80 channels, I blocked out 58) and turned on ZDTV.
Right there on Call for Help was this guy representing Debian Linux talking to Leo and when I saw him I thought, "Man, he needs a makeover." Dumpy, standing ramrod straight with arms firmly at his side, bad hair and pot belly. Having those chicks make him over would be a lot more fun than watching them make over someone who doesn't need it. I mean, where's the challenge?
MTV sucks anyway. There are about as many commercials on MTV as there are little banner ads in Hustler for phone sex services. At least the chicks in Hustler are worth watching unlike the crappy videos MTV's showing nowadays. Can't whack off to them. Can't enjoy the music. Visually uninteresting. In fact they remind me of stuff that I'd used to see in college in the art building. Hehe.
Might be back on Thursday.
I've still got stuff to wrap and I don't know when I'm going to get around to it. On Sunday I'm going to see Princess Mononoke with my friend (free, since Sunday's my birthday) and right after that I'm gonna finally decorate the house. Hopefully all the lights are still in working order.
That's the strange thing about Christmas lights. They work perfectly the year before but once it's time to put them up after a year's storage there are bad strings that worked just last year and the boxes have gone untouched for a whole year too. Must be the same elves that love to tangle up wires that are disabling Christmas lights.
I'd blame the Zionists, but what would be the point? Everyone knows they love to gripe about Christmas decorations and try to take away the guinea, gaudy beauty from the holiday.
But I'll just be busy, busy, busy.
Must remember that I still have to make a small purchase, small gifts to round out what everyone's getting and cards to mail out to people.
Not a particularly interesting entry, but it's an entry nonetheless.
Today was kind of a waste, slept in most of the day, got up and was asked to help my father out at his place of business for a few hours. Then I headed on down to see my friend Tim and watched The Iron Giant (really good) and South Park the Movie (really good). Unfortunately the night ended on a bad note with MadTV.
Lordy, that show has gotten bad. Rehashing old characters that draw out a cheap laugh. Yawn. And Debbie Harry looks like someone's mom. From the front she looks alright, but on the side you can tell she's been packing away the cheesecake like nobody's business.
Woof.
Weird thing that I noticed about going to Tim's place is that my throat gets a little sore and irritated when I'm there. Maybe I'm allergic to something, maybe I'm a hypochondriac, maybe I'm really sick and that's the only place where I can really feel how my body feels.
Eh, I gotta get up early tomorrow (10 a.m. is early for me) to take care of decorating the house and then I'm off to see Princess Mononoke for free since my friend's paying for me. I reckon it's his gift and such.
Good night.
I figure it's because I'm up really late and I'm overtired but now I'm all moody and getting down on myself. Don't want to go to bed like this, but it's not going to get better if I don't get a lot of sleep.
Maybe it'll all end tomorrow.
So far my birthday has been just alright. I won't say it's a disappointment because I'm a little happy I'm not running around all over creation at the moment but staying in my room for most of the day and sleeping or watching Animal Planet isn't exactly the pinnacle of excitement. Maybe something will happen tonight. Maybe it won't and I'll just decorate the house in peace.
Definitely need to get those gutter hooks for the lights since I'm not sure if there are enough for the house this year. Getting them off the gutters last year was a pain in the ass and I reckon I broke more than few.
Don't know why I'm even deluding myself that my birthday should be something different from my everyday routine. I mean, all it ends up being is cake, people smiling at me and grudgingly giving me presents.
I'm gonna play Sim City now, I'll post something more later. Don't forget to reload.
Dah, I wanted to post this too.
If today is your birthday, you have a thirst for knowledge and are successful in higher education. You have an infallible sense of what is just and right.
Your Birthday Year 1999/2000
Love: You'll feel energized and inspired by love this year. You and your partner will have opportunities for some unique experiences with friends and colleagues. Long talks reveal the two of you think alike about most things and would make a good team. The physical ties between you are really strong, too!
Finances/Career: Changing times, policies, and procedures may add stress to your life but it won't get you down. You have too many good solutions to the problems at hand and other people depending on you to lead them. Limitations on your spending will be lifted toward the end of the year.
Today was nice, outside it had the light of imminent snow. The kind of gray/white light filtered through snow-heavy clouds that makes me all happy inside. Unfortunately it just rained. I reckon that things will get colder and snow will soon follow.
I decorated most of the house today, lining the house with lights, climbing up trees and ladders. It was quite fun. If it doesn't rain too hard tomorrow, I'll finish the job.
I'm also getting annoyed like I always do when I look around my town and see that all the decorations are really bland. Snowflakes instead of wreathes. Snowmen instead of evergreen trees. Entirely devoid of holiday cheer.
Other towns like Madison, Red Bank and Morristown go overboard with decorations but why is it other towns have absolutely nothing? And if they do have something, it's so little that it's an afterthought to soothe the fragile egos of those who want decorations for this time of year.
And "Happy Holidays". I can't stand that shit either. If you don't know someone's fucking religion, don't wish them anything except maybe Happy New Year. Then again that would insult the Chinese since they have a different New Year.
It's not like you're saying something akin to "Hope you get cancer" when you tell someone Merry Christmas. Christmas isn't even a religious holiday anymore. It's all about getting together with friends and family. Giving gifts. Santa and reindeer. Trees. Love.
I never knew that these things were the foundation of only one religion, but the way some people act (not just Jews, but atheists, pagans [hey dickbreath, your religion only goes back as far as 200 years not 2000 and it's made up of Gardener's sexual fantasies] and mean people like me) it'd seem that it's like that.
What's stopping Jews from putting up lights all over their houses? I thought Hannukah was the festival of lights. Only eight tiny lights? Live a little, nobody's gonna think you're a goy. Why are the atheists trying to force their religion on other people by hiding behind "separation of church and state"? Do they feel compelled to kneel down and pray to a non-existant god when confronted with a wreath? Why are those pencil-neck pagans so down on anything dealing with Christmas? Daddykins never got you that Vampire: The Masquerade sourcebook so now you're rebelling until you get a job that doesn't require a nametag and hairnet? The only excuse I'd accept is if you went upstairs on Christmas morning and found your mother/father lying naked under the tree wrapped with a big bow and a tag that had your name on it. Fudgin's and other disgusting things ensue.
Why can't people be fucking happy or deal with their own fucking shit rather than dimming all the lights on Christmas for the sake of the 5 people who don't like lights.
That made no sense, but I feel better.
Fuck you. I haven't said "fuck" enough and I know there are angels who need their wings.
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Okay. Done. G'nite.
Rain.
That's what it seemed to do all day. I was driving around all over creation too because the car I drive didn't have the lug nut key to remove the locked lug nuts from my tire which is all chewed up from driving a mile down 287 when it went flat and not hitting an exit soon enough.
So tomorrow I get to sit in the car for hours on end waiting for some dolt to come around with a tow truck and take my car away so the locked lugs can be broken off and normal lugs attached (after the tire's replaced of course).
Fucking shit, who the hell steals tires anyway? It's stupid like those tiny padlocks that you get on luggage but more annoying because one can destroy those little locks. These bolts are tough motherfuckers.
Still haven't finished decorating the house. My father's going to try to put up those icicle lights on the back of the house. I just don't like the look of the icicle lights and they're a bitch to put up but if he wants them up, fine. Plus more lights will just make the street behind us just a little more merry. I've never seen a darker street in my life, especially around the holidays.
Now I go play Sim City and try to figure out why industry and commercial business won't come into my town but everyone wants to live there. I guess I'm adept at making bedroom communities.
Today was a slow day with a nice end. I waited around for my car to be towed back to a garage to have the lock nuts removed, the truck followed me back to the gas station and then I went food shopping. I've got a little extra food for myself so I'm happy.
Now I'm going to while away the night with Sim City, maybe some Lambda and eating. Whee.
Oh yeah, lately I've been dreaming a lot about my frogs. Makes me wonder if my frogs might have strange powers that they developed to compensate for living in a 10 gallon tank. Like late at night they just stare at each other until they realize their psychic ability and now they're just trying it out on me in hopes of escape.
The dreams have pretty much been about the frogs escaping and me catching them, desperately trying to keep them from getting hurt after they escape. Last night's dream was about a fish tank exploding and the frogs inside flowing out in the rushing water. I was able to pick up a big plate of glass and both frogs were stuck to each side of the glass and they weren't cut at all by the broken glass. It was a good thing.
Just can't remember the last dream about frogs, but I remember it was kinda of the same theme.
They only escaped once and I think that time it was just Cartman who escaped. They used to reside in a fish bowl about the size of an adult's head over on the shelves to my right. One morning my mom woke me up and told me that something was up with the frogs. I came out and Cartman was on the floor. I reckon he was doing speed-swimming in the bowl, got up enough momentum and literally flew out of the bowl onto the floor.
Katie and Ben behaved and just sniffed him with idle curiousity. Outside of the water, african clawed frogs are just big flooby frogs with no shape but once they're in the water they're lovely and elegant.
I think later on that day I got a 10 gallon tank, a undergravel filter (which I eventually turned off after reading that they're very receptive to sound underwater and I was all paranoid that the bubbling of the filter was probably driving them mad.) and gravel. I just need to replace that stuff but I don't have the money. I asked for that stuff for Christmas but I doubt I'm going to get it. That really sucks. Apparently "I really need this. Very Important" written on my wish list isn't enough to let people know.
The other frog is Pinky. Yeah, he's green but he's small and always seems to be in Cartman's shadow.
Seems that I forgot to post stuff yesterday. All I did was play Sim City 3000, read about L5R at the Shadow Stronghold of the Lion and screw around online. Oh boy! Excitement ensues!
I did pretty much the same thing I did yesterday except that I mailed out a request to FRPG for some L5R promo cards. I haven't received my card trades just yet but it's Christmas and I'm certain the USPS is glutted with mail. Plus my home town's post office is notoriously bad, I always mail from one town over to make sure my correspondence arrives in a timely fashion but I still have to wait for the shiftless noodnicks to deliver mail to me.
Ah well, if I don't get my cards in the mail by Christmas then I'll email the people I traded with to find out if they sent already.
Oh yeah, and I ran around NJ today to get my mother's gift and her brother's gift for my father. Might as well take advantage of my loose schedule so he can stay at work and rake in the dough. It was sad that I heard so many good things about Time Warp Comics in Cedar Grove and when I got there they didn't have binders of L5R cards. Plus they cost a bit more than New World Manga. CARDS CARDS CARDS! CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT CARDS! MUST STOP! GOING INSANE! STUPID STUPID STUPID!
Maybe my attention span will last longer than 30 minutes with Sim City tonight and I can make a good city that has a steady demand. Maybe I should download BAT and upgrade SC3000 and that will stop the seemingly stupid fluctuations in demand.
Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah. Yak yak yak yakkity yak yak. Blah yak yak blah yakkity blah yak. Snore.
Whoops, I forgot to do this day. Nothing interesting happened worth sharing on here. Um, yeah. That's the ticket.
I spent most of today picking up the little pieces needed for Christmas, I still have to get my hot little hands on some cards so I can send them out to certain someones who shall remain nameless like beings that dwell in the lake of Hali.
I had a little cool feeling today when I saw Way of the Naga was out. It's the L5R RPG book for the Naga that's been delayed for ages and it's finally out. I flipped through it but didn't buy it. Just bought myself some L5R cards and a comic.
Tonight I'm heading out to see Princess Mononoke with friends, and my friend will be treating since he wasn't able to take me last weekend.
I'm still feeling under the weather but I'll be alright I figure. Tomorrow I gotta go move shit to get some more scratch for the week. And I hope to get my L5R page in order soon. I want to have the decks I've used/created/etc, my ideas for a Corrupt Dragon Movement (to spite the HDM) and random shit that I've posted on the strategy board at Ikoma Andy's.
That's all for now. Bye bye nice lady.
I just got back from seeing Princess Mononoke and it was pretty good. Too bad it was being shown in a backwoods crap-ass art theater. I figure that Disney execs think that animation should be entertainment for children, not adults, and they try to hide stuff like this away because they're afraid that the good name of Disney will be tainted. Even if by proxy through Miramax.
I also thought of a decent character concept (pointswise, I don't have a personality yet) of a character who simply is made up of seven 3 foot tall raptors. Probably have a high dex, high perception, extra limbs out the wazoo (5 points for innumerable amounts of limbs) and general asskicking stuff. Just gotta see how I can make it so I send out one of my raptors on their own to take care of business while the other six are being themselves.
Hm.
Anyway, tomorrow night's a gaming night. Woo hoo! And it'll be like that except for once a month I won't be able to game on Mondays.
Eh, I haven't much to say except Merry Christmas to everyone and tonight I went to the game. It was fun but it seems that there are too many people in the game now. If this new guy who came along with the game master joins then there will be nine people. It's wonderful what Rob's doing with the game, getting new blood and new roleplaying possibilities but from what I learned tonight that combat takes way too long in Champions when there are 11 combatants (8 PC, some of whom don't know the system yet but they're trying! 3 NPC, being the holographic baddies we were training for zero-g combat with.). Whew!
When I wasn't interacting the little bit I got (no I'm not complaining), I was drawing. It felt good to just doodle and scribble for the sake of it. Sadly it only seems to happen when I'm bored and my mind wanders.
Click on the details to see the whole sheet. I know the scan's bad but if I didn't change it to a 1 bit picture and resample it to 1/2 size then it would've been about a meg in size.
Well it's awful cloudy out so I'm not going to see the really bright full moon much to my dismay. Grr. But it's going to be winter at 2something this morning.
I had a blah day, I moved boxes, I helped my father do Christmas shopping and I helped Mynx out with a project. Other than that, uneventful. Now for some sleep.
Must wrap gifts tomorrow otherwise I won't have any chance to wrap things at all. Sigh, and I wrap gifts in the most shitty fashion possible. At least people won't have a hard time trying to figure out who gave the gift.
G'nite.
Alright, alright. I skipped a few days because I haven't been feeling right in the head. Time just slips through my fingers and it's like trying to keep water in a broken bucket. I've just been playing Sim City, reading the L5R board and trying to see the moon. It does look a little bigger than usual and it's a good thing. The moon's always a good thing, especially when you're driving along a country road and just on the lip of the horizon the moon's ending a lingering departure kiss with the earth that kept it safe during the daylight hours. It's just so fucking beautiful. And the light is so pure and blue when it's hanging high in the sky.
Right now I'm just listening to my depressing mp3s and I'm probably going to play some Frank Sinatra so I don't go to bed all weepy. So lovely and dark, so quiet. Outside there are flurries too. I hope that there's just a dusting of snow come morning.
That's enough.
I love you. All of you.
Today was a busy one for me, lots of driving. I think I did about 350 miles in 7 hours with three stops inbetween. I started around noonish and went to my friend Tim's place to drop off his gift but he wasn't home. I lurked outside in hopes that he'd get home so I could see his face when he opened his present but no luck so I zipped down 195, over hill and dale over to Malyss' place. I gave her her Christmas gift, a Concrete Blonde compilation CD along with Puparoni for Gilligan and two big cans of tuna to ensure that her cat will maintain her 25+ lbs throughout the new year!
I went over into Delaware and tried getting to Brian's house but the exit was closed so I had to head into Pennsylvania for 10 minutes to turn around and get on the exit from the other direction. Fuckers. To make things worse, when I got to Brian's house and gave him his gift it ended up being my sister's gift. Shit shit shit! I took the wrong fucking bag. Gah. I'll just have to give him his gift on Monday instead. Sorry 'bout that, man. But it was good to see two of the special people in my life for Christmas :)
Finally got home, rested for a few minutes then thundered over to pick up tonight's dinner. It smells really good, a lot of guinea wop food.
I'm not feeling anxious about tomorrow, none of that Christmas insomnia and that bugs me a bit. I wanna go to bed and stare at a dark ceiling with the outside lights streaming through my blinds as I watch the minutes tick past slower and slower as dawn approaches. Lately I've been the last person awake on Christmas and always the surly one who waddles out to join in on the gift giving.
Merry Christmas! Because the fucking radio and TV stations won't say it. I can't believe they're still using "Happy Holidays" bumpers instead of something mentioning Christmas. They bend like a fucking reed when it's Hannukah as if to make up for wasted years, but Christmas? SUK MI HUJ FUKN DIK!
Merry Christmas!
So this was Christmas.
Lots of gifts. Lots of happiness. Lots of sleep. Lots to eat. Delightful. I'm glad it's only for one day because even an hour more would be far too intense for me.
Here's what I got!
That's all I can remember offhand. I just have to use the money my sister gave me on my birthday to buy CDs. I reckon I'm going to get Metallica's black album and Legacy of Brutality by the Misfits. Yeah. I dunno what I'll get as a third CD if I can afford it. Not any Sinatra since I have more than enough :). Maybe And Justice for All or Ride the Lightning.
Merry Christmas!!!
That's Boxing Day to you limey cocksuckers.
I didn't much like today. I kept thinking that it was Monday even though it was Sunday. Grrr. I just spent my time reading, watching TV, MOOing a little bit, playing a lot of Sim City (I have a city with a high aura and overall land value in the medium range) until it crashed while I was building a bridge. Optimized my computer's cache and now I'm doing my web page.
I really should make a stronger effort at keeping up on my web page. Forgetting a day or two is alright but when I do that consistently it's troubling. I want this web page to be something to look forward to, something that I won't forget to do and yet I keep consistently forgetting because I get all wrapped up in IRL.
Things are going well, just wish that I was in bed already and not thinking about firing up Sim City 3000 one last time.
Sweet dreams.
Oy, I'm just feeling tired. I got in from gaming about an 1/2 hour ago, I hadda check my emails and catch up just a tiny bit on the L5R board.
Hopefully tomorrow will be peaceful.
My highlight of the day was getting more cards in the mail :) The big part of my day was driving around (about 150 miles) just to get to the game and to pick up my friend Tim who doesn't have a car to use) and going to the game. I mean it's nice to hang out with my friends but I just can't get myself into the game right now. From what I hear the game will be ending sometime soon. This game just goes off into too many directions at once and people go off on tangents and get away from the game far too easily. People don't even get reined in to keep in character. Like I'm one to talk when I make my stupid comments and distract people.
My low point of the day was watching this thing called Babylon Park, a hybrid of South Park and Babylon 5. It was cute but hardly laugh out loud funny. Tim thought it was weird that I was just sitting off to the side watching with no real reactions while everyone else was laughing. Not that I should be laughing, but he was curious if I enjoyed myself.
I thought it was cute, but predictable. Not as fun as Troops, though.
That's about it. G'nite.
Today bore strange news. Last night while I was out, around 11:30, my mother started thinking that she smelled something burning and it was driving her crazy. I received a toaster oven for Christmas and I kept the box (unopened) in my room. The first thing she said when she saw what I got was, "Don't use it in your room". Well, duh.
Last night she was overcome with a feeling that I was clandestinely making toast in my room. My father told her that I wasn't home to which she retorted, "You're covering for him! Lying for him like you always do!" stormed downstairs and rapped at my door.
When I didn't answer, she flung the door open and found the room empty. The menacing bread browning device that can accomodate bagels, rolls and Elio's pizza was still safely contained within its cardboard prison.
Her mind reeled from the reality of the situation and her fantasy fell into shambles, so she went back to bed. I arrived home around 3:00 a.m. and went to bed completely oblivious to the drama played out just hours ago.
Oh yeah, this news is so last night but I was far too tired to share it last night. Arthur, Ronni's companion (the best description I can use), was hollering at the cats last night at the game when one of them decided to poop outside of a litter box. DEAR GOD, NO! This little, pathetic human being then spent the greater part of an hour chasing the cat around, grabbing the cat and rubbing its face in poop, then keeping a stern eye on the cat just in case the poor feline would shit again out of spite.
I reckon this is to be expected from people who were enlisted in the Navy. All that gaiety, baldness and painting ships just gets to people after a while to the point that abusing cats is their only outlet for rage in a world of people who are taller than 5'10".
And FUCK xoom for not letting me upload an mp3. I went through all that trouble to get In the Navy by the Village People on mp3 and now I can't have it work. Pigfuckers.
My sister's being a cunt again. Please join me in hoping that she develops lung cancer sometime soon and the pain from her braces (she's 27) will become excruciating.
I oughta search back in my archive to see the last time she was being a cunt.
Heh, the last time I posted anything along these lines was around Oct. 12th. I figure I really can't say that this is because of her menstrual cycle. Or maybe I just missed out on November's menstrual cycle since I was preoccupied and out of her rancid dyke face.
Tonight was nothing special, just quiet and reflective. I read at my private place and thought of a character idea to play when Rob's game ends and Tim's game begins. Then again, I might not play this concept.
He's an alien who's being given a project to see if he'll end up being useful or have his mind wiped and enlisted into the military. They've been slowly taking over most of the galaxy and found that Earth is a minor resource world but one that's strategically located to their benefit. Considered of little interest, this alien is assigned to the world and to make it an easy assimilation within their collective.
He studies the culture and notes there are those who stand out from the rest (metahumans/mutants/aliens) but they would hardly pose a threat. Also noted is most of them seem to be fighting for the status quo while others are fighting to change the status quo. In his mind he doesn't understand this but he realizes if the status quo is maintained until his people's ships arrive, assimilation will go peacefully and profitably with minimal loss of life.
If the dynamic factions which are considered "evil" and "villains" succeed, he theorizes that Earth will no longer be something worthwhile and be set aside as useless and ignored because the changes the "villains" would implement would make Earth a tough nut to crack. Also it would mean his brainwashing and being forcibly enlisted into the military.
After comparing his physiology with human physiology he decides that he could help maintain the status quo until his people arrive and assimilation begins. It would mean that he engages in combat and puts his life in jeopardy but the rewards from his race would be vast, especially if the mutants end up being viable subjects for mongrelization and the advancement of his race.
He decides to keep his secret and puts on the veneer of a superpatriot who is thankful for the world that has embraced him.
That's pretty much it and a little more than what I thought of tonight.
Now I go do something else. Sweet dreams.
Nothing much got done today, at least nothing that was worthwhile. I spent the greater part of today playing Sim City because my city isn't failing nor is it strapped for cash. Last time I looked, I was raking in about 20k a year and it was around mid-eighties. Two nuclear plants humming along peacefully, moderate to minor pollution, high aura (some spots are a deep blue constantly, even around the police station that's considered "oppressive") and a few residential zones that have high or very high land value.
Woo woo!
Outside of that, I just MOOed a little, drove around thinking "March, there aren't many cars running because there is no gasoline. April, power begins to flicker as generators start failing. Summer, people act like grasshoppers instead of ants and set the stage for starvation in winter because there's still food to be had." and pooped a lot. I must get myself some Imodium sometime soon so I'm not stuck somewhere and have to poop. I hate that function because it gets in the way of everything. Why can't it be simple like peeing? Hide behind tree, whiz, zip up and walk away. But no, it's squat like a Hindu, poop, scrounge for leaves and then waddle off only to realize you didn't get that warm deposit nestled just above your bungus.
That's why I think vampirism would be cool, you just drink blood all day and you don't have to do the normal bodily functions. Though with my luck, vampirism would still involve pooping. Great big caked clots sliding out of my puckered blossom. Ecch.
Well, Merry Apocalypse everyone. Last I heard, the world hasn't ended yet but there are still many midnights yet to come.
Message 52389 on *Merry_Apocalypse (#213): Life would be a lot easier if people just hated me outright and decided not to know me.
Date: Fri Dec 31
08:09:52 1999 EST
From: spivak (#105570)
To: *Merry_Apocalypse (#213)
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