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Angry, angry people
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10/16/07
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So today ... against my better judgment, I decided to venture out of my little bat cave of an apartment to see the world and take in all it had to offer. Actually .... I just needed smokes.
Anyway ... I made my way to the local corner store, where they have some decent working folk and a damn good cup of coffee. Which of course, I never pass up when I'm out.
So I'm standing in line ... waiting patiently to pay for my wares and sipping my delicious coffee nectar when I over hear a middle aged Asian man complaining to a store employee that he didn't get the candy he purchased. I look to see that the man has his rather young son with him. I listen as the employee explains to the man that he did not pay for the candy, thus it was not in his bag. The man rather loudly states that he did pay for the candy and demanded that it be given to him. Again, the cashier explains that he did not pay for it and could easily pick up the candy and pay for it if he wished. He continued to become more agitated at the situation and insulted the cashier several times. Meanwhile ... the man's son had covered his ears and ran outside.
The cashier checked the man's receipt .... no candy. Upon being shown this fact .. the man began screaming at the top of his lungs that he was not going to pay for the candy ... because he already paid for it ... and he wasn't leaving until his son got the candy he wanted. By this time, as you can imagine, people were waiting to check out and the other employees had gathered. Several people were talking rather loudly and insulting the man and the situation. I just sipped my coffee. After about 7 or 8 minutes of this, the man told his son, who had come back into the store, to get his candy so they could leave. The man was visibly irate ... sweating and shaking.
His son reluctantly went to the candy isle and returned to the counter ...
.... with a $.79 pack of bubble gum.
I began laughing so hard, I nearly spit coffee from m...
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The loneliest number ..
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09/02/07
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I've become quite accustomed to doing things solo, for the most part. Movies, outings, restaurants, life in general, etc. But recently I made a trip to Seattle for an interview ... and it was upon my return that I came face to face with the loneliest feeling I've had in a long long time ... the airport.
There is just something ... so ... isolating .. about arriving at the airport and there being no one there to welcome you home. To tell you that they missed you. It's a rather stifling feeling that can really take the wind out of your sails, so to speak. =(
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Randomness ...
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08/07/07
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I sit here ... talking with a friend and memories flit through my mind. Memories from what seems a lifetime ago. Simpler times? No, I can't honestly say that they were. Perhaps less confusing times; but even there, how does one way the confusion of those times against today when so much has changed. Though, the more I think about it, the more I see some things never really change.
All my life, the written word has been perhaps the most powerful thing I could imagine. I've found nothing else that has an equal or even similar effect on me. To say that it can be profound is to say it mildly. Forever, have I envied the ability to bring one's thoughts into a tangible existence ... indeed to even provoke or influence the thoughts and feelings of other people. Perhaps this envy is the root of my enormous appetite for reading. It is the truest and most powerful form of art.
Walter Wellesley Smith said "There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein." If only it were so easy.
Through the years, I've found that I am not blessed with an elequant hand. The difficulty I experience when attempting to write is in heavy contrast to the ease with which I translate the images in my mind. I find that fact odd. When I draw .. the pencil, indeed the entire function of drawing, seems to vanish and there is only the image in my mind and the paper in front of me. Put a writing pen in my hand, however, and it is cumbersome and alien to me. I simply cannot connect the thoughts in my head and my heart to the pen in my hand.
I wish that I could write beyond the mad scribblings in my journals. To put a face to pain, my joy, my anger. But that is not my gift. And so it goes that I forever look at the things I do create with both a touch of disdain and sadness ... and I ask myself .. were I but able, would I trade one for the other?
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*Cry*
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07/05/07
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Ok .. rant time again ...
How oblivious do people have to be to their surroundings before they get hit by a bus? Seriously. Imagine, if you will:
You go to the city to catch an early movie .. maybe do some shopping. You decide to take advantage of one of many handy parking garages available to you for a small fee. Upon entering the garage, you pass a massive yellow sign that boldly states that the garage closes at 10pm. You get your little parking ticket thingy, that again clearly states the closing time of the garage.
Now fast forward to 2:45am. You return to your car and are absolutely shocked that you can't get your car out of the garage! So ... in recourse, you call the emergency number ... listed on that sign ...you know ... the giant yellow one .. that you didn't bother to read on the way into the garage? A kind soul on the other end of the phone states that they can send someone to let your dumb ass out of the garage ... just tell him which garage you're at.
"I don't know. The one by the movie theater."
*twitch*
"Ok .. which movie theater?"
"I don't know , the one in DC."
*twitch*
"Why the hell is the garage locked?"
"Ma'am ... where did you find the number that you just called?"
"On the sign, out front."
"Oh .. the yellow sign? You mean the one that says the name of the garage and that it closed at 10pm?"
"Yeah"
*twitch*
"Go back to that sign ma'am, and read me the name of the garage."
*10 minutes later after they sound out the big words*
"Now, which level are you on?"
"I don't know."
"It's listed on your ticket, right underneath the hours of operation."
"D2"
"Ok ma'am. There is a $50 service fee for after hours. Security will be right there to help you."
"Why I gotta pay $50 extra to get out of the garage that ain't suppos' to be locked?!"
*click*
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Rawr!
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07/04/07
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christ-on-a-stick .... I'm bored outta my skull.
I'm so bored ... I actually trolled the GM forums for a hot minute. *shudder* That was frightening, for the most part.
Anyway ... I will gladly pay you tuesday, for some entertainment today!
halp!
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People are dumb ...
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07/02/07
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for the most part. :P
Seeing that I'm working overnights for the time being .. and working in a totally different department because of it ... I get to talk to a lot of people.
Really. Dumb. People.
Of course ... protocol dictates that I have to be polite and sympathetic with these people .....even when they're screaming obscenities at me (sometimes in several languages ... that's fun!)
Don't get me wrong ... I've not had a positive outlook on the whole of humanity for a long time. But some of these people ... really make me stop to wonder how they manage to even tie their shoes in the morning. Mouth breathing cretins with a massive affliction of stupid.
A lot of people say, "Oh yeah, people are stupid!" in a vain attempt to sympathize. But really ... you have no idea. It's one thing to witness the stupidity of people when they're out in public .... but I get to deal with the intimate stupidity while they're at home. And you would be surprised at just how much more stupid people can get. Let me tell you .... it knows no bounds.
Ok .. rant off for the moment. Sorry just had to get that off my chest. heh.
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I hate computers. -.-
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06/27/07
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Really ... I do.
I mean it this time.
Anyone want to buy a freshly built, never used but soon to be dented HTPC?
This this is really beginning to piss me off.
Here's a tip ... you can't use an ATI Remote Wonder with a cordless keyboard and mouse. Windows says "NO" and restarts itself repeatedly in protest.
-.-
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<insert witty title here>
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06/25/07
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It's 4am ... i'm working overnights ... and I think I'm going to remove my own eyes out of boredom.
I've finished all my projects ... read all my books ... and spent way too much money online.
I sit here staring at the clock ... counting down the time .... and all I can think about is the fact that I really want some chocolate pudding.
Dammit.
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Your perfect first date ...
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05/21/07
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Title says it all. Relive a little history and tell us all a story about the perfect day/evening with someone that you were just absolutely smitten with. Doesn't matter if it went any further than one date ... doesn't even have to be romantic; could be funny, drama-esque (if you're favorite thing is drama), sad .... you name it.
I'll start:
It was late October some years ago and it wasn't even a date that I initiated. Someone actually asked me out! I had admittedly admired this person from afar for some time but could never get that lump out of my throat long enough to express it.
I should have expected an interesting evening when she showed up at my door with flowers for me. As it was, we were both burnt out on the club scene, a bit light on cash and neither of us could decide exactly what it was we wanted to do. So we ended up driving around for an hour or so and ended up at a little park out in the country. We sat on the hood my car, watched the sunset and just talked. After the sun was gone ... we horsed around on the playground like a couple of school kids. As it got darker, we sat on the swingset and just kept talking. I remember how clean the air was .. crisp and cool. It had rained earlier in the day so the smell of rain still lingered. Anyway ... there we sat ... talking and swinging. Well, we eventually lulled into a period of silence (studies at the Berkley say there is a lull in conversation every 20 minutes :P ). After some time, not sure now long .... I began to think things were getting a bit uncomfortable and that I should say something ... but didn't know exactly what. Right at that moment she reached over .. in the dark ... and took hold of my hand. We sat there for ... I don't know ... another hour or so in total silence. I think I fell in love with her that night.
That was my best date ... first, last or middle in fact.
Man .. insomnia does crazy things to my thought patterns.
Your turn.
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In search of ...
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05/21/07
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So I sit here .... working on day 5 with no sleep. I've run out of things to clean and people to call (since they've stopped returning my calls). I've devoured all my usual suspects for reading .... and I've determined that eventually, every random link generator on the internet will lead you to porn. Or Yanni.
Now, mind you ... boredom is nothing new to me. Keeping a rather small select group of friends and being immensely shy has lead me to accept that this is something I will have to deal with from time to time. Besides ... I've plenty of things with which to occupy my time alone. Reading, drawing, painting, meditating, movies .. blah blah blah. But it dawned on me as I was looking over some of my more recent journal entries ..... the last entry was dated 12/1/06.
I felt a momentary flinch of panic .... so I quickly picked up my various sketch pads .... nothing new. I scanned through recent images in Photoshop, 3DSM, Bryce, Flash, etc ..... nothing. I checked my canvases ... empty. My camera .... film is expired and the battery is dead.
I have created nothing for more than half a year.
I've been distracted before ... for this reason or that ... and gone a week ... maybe two ... without creating anything. But ... 6+ months? Never.
I ask myself why .... but I don't have an answer. Is it a lack of inspiration? Doubtful .... there's inspiration all around me. And I've only to step outside to see more. Am I unhappy with my work? No ... it's one of my greatest joys.
I stop to think about it ... seriously think about it ... and I am struck with a familiar twitch in my stomach. Like that feeling you get when you leave the house .... and you just *know* you've forgotten something, but you can think of what it is to save your life.
So I sit on my bed ... Blue Tonic World lulling quietly from the stereo in the other room .. Shadow asleep on the pillow behind me. I have my sketch pads spread out before me with pencils, chalks and charcoals of every color scattered about.
That's when I realize what's missing. The gentle, faint, little voice in the back of my head .... the whisper of a whisper that pushes pencil to paper. It's gone ... silence. The creative flow as ebbed.
I am in search .... of a Muse.
"O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention."
~Shakespeare
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Ugh ....
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05/19/07
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It's 11pm on a Saturday night. I have nothing to do and a headache to end all headaches. It's been a long day ...
I washed my car so of course ... it's raining.
My cat decided that one of my silk Zabuton pillows was much fun to shred ....
No one's answering their cell phones ...
I haven't had a smoke in 2 days and I swear that pack is calling to me ....
I'm bored ...
3 days .... no sleep ...
Insomnia sucks ...
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Online stalking .. a random story from my past.
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05/18/07
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It happened oh ... almost 12 years ago. I was in college , doing the usual internet chat thingy around various art/illustration circles when I was approached to do some illustration for a book of poetry that was being done at a small independent publishing house in New York. I agreed and soon began chatting with the author on a fairly regular basis. Nothing special .. "How's it goin'?" "How's the book?", yadda yadda. I received a draft of the poems and short stories for the book and set to work. After several months, I sent off the final drafts for print, received payment and was promised a copy of the book when it came out. No big deal, right? Ha. Then came the random phone calls at 3 am. Letters with no return address, but always post marked from New York. Luckily I was smart enough to use a Post Office box for all correspondence dealing with the book.
Well, needless to say, I put an end to that real quick. Changed my number, changed the PO box, all that jazz. End of story .... or so I thought. Several months past in quiet obscurity until one day I arrived home to find a small package on my doorstep. Oh, it must be a copy of the book! YaY! Well ... before I could open the box, the phone started ringing. Something told me .... I shouldn't answer it. But I did .... and I was right ... I shouldn't have answered it. Guess who? Well ... I've never been one to be outright mean to someone that was obviously a little .... off, if you know what I mean. So I gave the empty "How ya doin'?" response. She asked if I had opened the box yet. When I said no, she giggled and said she wanted to hear my response when I did. So .... like a damned fool ... I opened the box. Why was I not surprised to find a pair of panties and about 75 photographs of her in various .... situations? And these weren't "Smile and say cheese" situations. These were, turn-the-photo-upside down-and-wonder-exactly-how-many-laws-of-physics-were-being-broken photos. These were not pretty photos ... these were not erotica photos .... these were photos that made me actually question the legality of even possessing them photos.
I hung up the phone without a word. Unplugged it and promptly called my landlord from my neighbor's to let him know I was moving.
Now ... fast forward 11 years, a 1200 mile move, a 5 year marriage and all the other junk that comes with a decade of life.
I came home today for lunch ... my phone was ringing. When I picked it up, the caller ID gave a New York number and this entire scenario instantly vomited itself up from my repressed memories into vivid, horrid clarity. But .... like a damned fool ... I answered the phone ....
"Hello?"
"You never told me if you liked the package I sent you."
I hung up the phone ... unplugged it and got a glass of water to wash the taste of bile out of my mouth.
And here I sit.
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