Leaving work this last Wednsday I noticed that the sky was especially pretty. I took this photo. I'm pretty happy how it turned out.
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Friday, January 09, 2004
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Best of? What the fuck?
I went a-searching today for episodes of the Muppet Show on DVD. I was hoping I might be able to buy a complete seasons of the show. Hell no. Instead they package three episodes onto one DVD and call it a series that goes by "Best of..." What a rip. Just package whole seasons together, you gouging bastards.
I went a-searching today for episodes of the Muppet Show on DVD. I was hoping I might be able to buy a complete seasons of the show. Hell no. Instead they package three episodes onto one DVD and call it a series that goes by "Best of..." What a rip. Just package whole seasons together, you gouging bastards.
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Wow
Got a few minutes to feel sad?
Rosanne wrote a remembrance just as beautiful and pained when June died last spring.
How about that amazing photograph?
Got a few minutes to feel sad?
Rosanne wrote a remembrance just as beautiful and pained when June died last spring.
How about that amazing photograph?
What a bargain! That is a bargain for me!
Yesterday, as I was walking aimlessly through Harris Teeter trying to remember what I need to purchase because I never make a grocery list, I noticed that instead of saving forty cents when you purchase a two-liter Mountain Dew with your VIC card that you now save fifty cents! Of course, they raised the retail price by ten cents and still sell the two-liter Mountain Dew for ninety-nine cents thereby increasing my savings but still, that VIC card is really making our world (yours and mine) better.
Yesterday, as I was walking aimlessly through Harris Teeter trying to remember what I need to purchase because I never make a grocery list, I noticed that instead of saving forty cents when you purchase a two-liter Mountain Dew with your VIC card that you now save fifty cents! Of course, they raised the retail price by ten cents and still sell the two-liter Mountain Dew for ninety-nine cents thereby increasing my savings but still, that VIC card is really making our world (yours and mine) better.
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
When I work till nine
I know I have mentioned before how much I love working from noon until nine. Just in case you forgot I love it because I am a night person and like to sleep until nine every morning and rush hour is a word not associated with getting to work at noon or going home at nine.
From where I am sitting I can see cars and fucking SUV's lined up on a crescent shaped intersection as they try to merge form Morrison Blvd onto Colony. The sun is setting and the top halves of the leafless trees are red and fiery and the bottoms be gray and ashy. Tail lights glow like the devil's eyes and the angry drivers feel their blood pressure rise.
Not me, you sucks, I'm sitting in a library listening to my co-workers discussing films and books under the gentle hum of our air conditioner. Enjoy your 45 minute drive home!
I know I have mentioned before how much I love working from noon until nine. Just in case you forgot I love it because I am a night person and like to sleep until nine every morning and rush hour is a word not associated with getting to work at noon or going home at nine.
From where I am sitting I can see cars and fucking SUV's lined up on a crescent shaped intersection as they try to merge form Morrison Blvd onto Colony. The sun is setting and the top halves of the leafless trees are red and fiery and the bottoms be gray and ashy. Tail lights glow like the devil's eyes and the angry drivers feel their blood pressure rise.
Not me, you sucks, I'm sitting in a library listening to my co-workers discussing films and books under the gentle hum of our air conditioner. Enjoy your 45 minute drive home!
Sunday, January 04, 2004
The ugly side of alcohol
Last night started out nice. I went over to my friends' Granville and Sierra, home to watch the Carolina Panthers trounce the Dallas Cowboys in our first playoff game in many years. A co-worker of Granville and Sierra called Christian came by also. He grew up in Dallas and I felt his pain as much as I could while enjoying a great victory.
Granville has a nice new widescreen flatscreen television. He had not sold his old television until last night. He sold it to me for $100. After the game I went home, hooked up my new television, cracked open a brew and fired up the Xbox for the first time in a coule of days. I was enjoying myself and getting ready to wrap up my evening when Wendell came home from a bar with our mutual friend, C.B. in tow.
Initially I wasn't concerned. CB has been known to over imbibe and he does occasionally crash at our place when he goes to see live music at a nearby bar. I don't have a problem with that. He has had DWI's before and I would prefer a drunk on my couch to having to bail him out at 8 am.
After about ten seconds of his wobbling and angry presence I realized I was in for a long night. He yelled, he self-loathed, he asked me to hit him, he said we hated him, then he hated us, he loved us, he loved the musicians he saw that night, we were disloyal fucks because we weren't there, he left twice and came back, then he hated us again, then he fell and cut his eye, then he wanted me to hit him again, then he wanted us to drive him to his car so he could drive home, then he said people don't want to accept him as he is and then he passed out. This went on for almost four hours.
Someone needs to STOP drinking. I hate to admit and I've come to this realization before when he has gotten this blind raging druink that my friend is an alcoholic. He won't admit, he can't have a few beers, take a piss and go to bed. What do you do? Do you drive this person from your life, even though he's an old friend, if he won't change? I don't want to do that but I can't take another nightmare like last night. It was ugly and sad.
Last night started out nice. I went over to my friends' Granville and Sierra, home to watch the Carolina Panthers trounce the Dallas Cowboys in our first playoff game in many years. A co-worker of Granville and Sierra called Christian came by also. He grew up in Dallas and I felt his pain as much as I could while enjoying a great victory.
Granville has a nice new widescreen flatscreen television. He had not sold his old television until last night. He sold it to me for $100. After the game I went home, hooked up my new television, cracked open a brew and fired up the Xbox for the first time in a coule of days. I was enjoying myself and getting ready to wrap up my evening when Wendell came home from a bar with our mutual friend, C.B. in tow.
Initially I wasn't concerned. CB has been known to over imbibe and he does occasionally crash at our place when he goes to see live music at a nearby bar. I don't have a problem with that. He has had DWI's before and I would prefer a drunk on my couch to having to bail him out at 8 am.
After about ten seconds of his wobbling and angry presence I realized I was in for a long night. He yelled, he self-loathed, he asked me to hit him, he said we hated him, then he hated us, he loved us, he loved the musicians he saw that night, we were disloyal fucks because we weren't there, he left twice and came back, then he hated us again, then he fell and cut his eye, then he wanted me to hit him again, then he wanted us to drive him to his car so he could drive home, then he said people don't want to accept him as he is and then he passed out. This went on for almost four hours.
Someone needs to STOP drinking. I hate to admit and I've come to this realization before when he has gotten this blind raging druink that my friend is an alcoholic. He won't admit, he can't have a few beers, take a piss and go to bed. What do you do? Do you drive this person from your life, even though he's an old friend, if he won't change? I don't want to do that but I can't take another nightmare like last night. It was ugly and sad.
Saturday, January 03, 2004
A missing question
I guess it's standard now for every news and/or sports website to have a poll going at all times. When I come across a poll that interests me I participate. When I come across a poll I care nothing about I am always disappointed that there is not an option for me. It should go something like this...
Q: Is USC the best college football team in the country?
1) Yes.
2) No.
3) They still play college football?
4) I don't give a flying fuck.
Every poll offered on the internet should have some variation of the last two questions. I think then the polling will be more accurate.
I guess it's standard now for every news and/or sports website to have a poll going at all times. When I come across a poll that interests me I participate. When I come across a poll I care nothing about I am always disappointed that there is not an option for me. It should go something like this...
Q: Is USC the best college football team in the country?
1) Yes.
2) No.
3) They still play college football?
4) I don't give a flying fuck.
Every poll offered on the internet should have some variation of the last two questions. I think then the polling will be more accurate.
Friday, January 02, 2004
Just in case you already didn't know this
The Crocodile Hunter is insane. What is he the Michael Jackson of the animal world?
The Crocodile Hunter is insane. What is he the Michael Jackson of the animal world?
Hey, ya'll
Well, it finally happened. My roommate's television died about four hours ago. What the fuck? Now I am going to start reading again. I was making some kick-ass fucking nachos for dinner and I had the Rose Bowl on in the background and I look around the corner from the kitchen (after giving my pitiful cat a spoonful of thoroughly cooked beef) to see a strange living room where the audio from the telvision broadcasters is coming through bright and clear but the television is a dark eye. Wendell is gonna be pissed. The television is not that old.
I walk over and hit the manual off/on switch a few times but all the television manages to do is make a noise like it's getting ready start up. That noise that sounds like a big slow lightbulb coming on. Then it makes a noise similar to an electrical spark and then stops. I had to break out the cheap 12-inch back up television so I could watch Primary Colors on the We network.
On that note what is up with We and commericials? Jesus Christ, I was really enjoying the movie and every ten minutes there would be a commercial break advertising what I assume were female slanted products and services. Maybe women pee more frequently than men. I didn't even make it to the point where Travolta's character confronts the young fellow who wants to resign. His Clinton-like character looks at the guy and smiles, knowing they have won the party's nomination, and says, "You can't quit now!" I love that part. The young man turns in his soul and goes on to victory. I have always liked the message of that movie: in order to achieve real power you have to check your soul at the door. Machievelli anyone?
Now, on to what I really logged to do
Remember when I mentioned that Chris and I went to 40 acre rock in Lancaster County, SC? I don't. Heck, I can't even remember what I had for dinner. No, wait, it was nachos. Damn, they were good. I can whup up a nice plate of nachos, man. But, dummy me, I accidently bought fat-free mozzarella cheese at the Harris Teeter. I had to resort to using only cheddar. I threw the fat-free cheese away. It tastes like shit. An old neighbor of mine once said that throwing away food is a sin but, fuck that, fat free cheese sucks. Besides that old neighbor of mine used the "n word" desperately so what the fuck does he know?
Get on to 40 acre rock, you idiot
Ok, I finally set this new computer up so I can manipulate and post pictures again. This first shot is of Chris standing at the summit of the giant granite rock. Notice how it slopes away behind him. I was expecting a flat rock but it's actually a giant boulder which is much cooler.
That's almost interesting, do you have another?
Sure. This next photo is of a shallow pool at the top of the rock. These mini lilly pads are surviving in about half an inch of rough soil. The water is less than four inches deep. I like how it almost looks like a pond or small lake because of how tiny the plants are. I had to get down on my belly to take this photo. No sacrifice is too uncomfortable for my photography.
Is there more there than just some big goddamn rock?
You betcha. You can follow a trail down the rock. There is a creek that curves around the rock's base. In this photo Chris is squatting next to the creek. The rock is actually behind him. Where we are in this pic is the spot where the creek starts to move away from the rock. This was in the early afternoon of the winter solstice and you can see how weak the light already is.
Are you sure it's a big boulder?
I think this picture shows how round this big rock is. You can see its slope and also a rivulet in the forground. There are several of these streams that have been carving noticeable paths in the granite over millions (billions?) of years.
Life is already too short or is too long?
I saw in a news headline (no I didn't read the story) that the earth's orbit is getting faster. Does that mean time will speed up or slow down? I think that means time will slow down. Thank god, I have so much I need to accomplish.
Ghost Cat
Ooooooo, scary!
Well, it finally happened. My roommate's television died about four hours ago. What the fuck? Now I am going to start reading again. I was making some kick-ass fucking nachos for dinner and I had the Rose Bowl on in the background and I look around the corner from the kitchen (after giving my pitiful cat a spoonful of thoroughly cooked beef) to see a strange living room where the audio from the telvision broadcasters is coming through bright and clear but the television is a dark eye. Wendell is gonna be pissed. The television is not that old.
I walk over and hit the manual off/on switch a few times but all the television manages to do is make a noise like it's getting ready start up. That noise that sounds like a big slow lightbulb coming on. Then it makes a noise similar to an electrical spark and then stops. I had to break out the cheap 12-inch back up television so I could watch Primary Colors on the We network.
On that note what is up with We and commericials? Jesus Christ, I was really enjoying the movie and every ten minutes there would be a commercial break advertising what I assume were female slanted products and services. Maybe women pee more frequently than men. I didn't even make it to the point where Travolta's character confronts the young fellow who wants to resign. His Clinton-like character looks at the guy and smiles, knowing they have won the party's nomination, and says, "You can't quit now!" I love that part. The young man turns in his soul and goes on to victory. I have always liked the message of that movie: in order to achieve real power you have to check your soul at the door. Machievelli anyone?
Now, on to what I really logged to do
Remember when I mentioned that Chris and I went to 40 acre rock in Lancaster County, SC? I don't. Heck, I can't even remember what I had for dinner. No, wait, it was nachos. Damn, they were good. I can whup up a nice plate of nachos, man. But, dummy me, I accidently bought fat-free mozzarella cheese at the Harris Teeter. I had to resort to using only cheddar. I threw the fat-free cheese away. It tastes like shit. An old neighbor of mine once said that throwing away food is a sin but, fuck that, fat free cheese sucks. Besides that old neighbor of mine used the "n word" desperately so what the fuck does he know?
Get on to 40 acre rock, you idiot
Ok, I finally set this new computer up so I can manipulate and post pictures again. This first shot is of Chris standing at the summit of the giant granite rock. Notice how it slopes away behind him. I was expecting a flat rock but it's actually a giant boulder which is much cooler.
That's almost interesting, do you have another?
Sure. This next photo is of a shallow pool at the top of the rock. These mini lilly pads are surviving in about half an inch of rough soil. The water is less than four inches deep. I like how it almost looks like a pond or small lake because of how tiny the plants are. I had to get down on my belly to take this photo. No sacrifice is too uncomfortable for my photography.
Is there more there than just some big goddamn rock?
You betcha. You can follow a trail down the rock. There is a creek that curves around the rock's base. In this photo Chris is squatting next to the creek. The rock is actually behind him. Where we are in this pic is the spot where the creek starts to move away from the rock. This was in the early afternoon of the winter solstice and you can see how weak the light already is.
Are you sure it's a big boulder?
I think this picture shows how round this big rock is. You can see its slope and also a rivulet in the forground. There are several of these streams that have been carving noticeable paths in the granite over millions (billions?) of years.
Life is already too short or is too long?
I saw in a news headline (no I didn't read the story) that the earth's orbit is getting faster. Does that mean time will speed up or slow down? I think that means time will slow down. Thank god, I have so much I need to accomplish.
Ghost Cat
Ooooooo, scary!
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