Mental Note: This is what happened to me on Sept. 11th, 2001. Such a small and unimportant issue, that it makes what did happen all that more unreal to me, because I didn't lose anyone I knew. Real tragedy like that makes me feel even less sympathy towards someone who also didn't lose anybody, but instead wants to revel in others pain as their own. Like that kid who after a complete stranger dies at school cries and stays home from school because they're too uncapable of coping.
Monday, November 29, 2004
Been Some Time
I hate not having my own computer. Just like last month, the last couple of weeks were far less productive than the first. Again, the Power Management issue. It is now in its travel-case over at my friend's, the resident expert's house. My money is on a failed processor, again.
Sunday, November 14, 2004
The Power of Music
Just in case I mentioned this before I'll keep it brief; but sometimes music makes it better. It being everything from the single moment to the entire day to life. There are just times when you can't stop turning the dial that controls volume, up. Unless you're wearing headphones and don't want to permanently damage your ear drum. Even then, the urge can be difficult to resist.
On another note, it seems the 'stuck-song-syndrome' has a name:
earworms.
It must be a fairly recent name aquisition, as I'm not sure 'worm' was used to describe a theoretical burrowing, prior to the computer virus era.
I'm going to come back and edit this, so there is just one song per album.
On another note, it seems the 'stuck-song-syndrome' has a name:
earworms.
It must be a fairly recent name aquisition, as I'm not sure 'worm' was used to describe a theoretical burrowing, prior to the computer virus era.
My List of Favorite of Stuck Songs:
[I guess I should at least come up with ten.]
1. Almost Anything from Disturbed's BELIEVE
2. Most Anything from System of a Down's TOXICITY
3. Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen. And many others.
4. Stellar, Incubus.
5. Too Bad, Nickleback.
6. Living Dead Girl, Rob Zombie.
7. Several Songs from Sum 41.
8. Several Songs from Blink 182.
9. Locomotive Breath, Jethro Tull.
10. Interstate Love Song, Stone Temple Pilots.
I'm going to come back and edit this, so there is just one song per album.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Liberty
Liberate your mind you motherfucker,
You're so narrow-minded, So narrow-minded
Liberate your mind now motherfucker,
will you liberate your mind, This time
Bold motherfucker, don't limit your mind
Can't you see that the pace has fallen behind
All the hate in your heart, will be leaving you blind
So bold motherfucker, don't you limit your mind, This time
Waiting, for your modern messiah to take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye. Still awaiting. I
Waiting, for your modern messiah to take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye. Still awaiting. I
-Disturbed. Liberate, Believe. © 2002
I was just thinking about how we, as Americans, are regarded in the world, especially since the faux-election took place, and immediately following our (P)resident went on vacation while our troops were sent on a massive offensive strike in Fallujah...
Ah, Camp David. Sending others to die for your agenda must be hard work.
You're so narrow-minded, So narrow-minded
Liberate your mind now motherfucker,
will you liberate your mind, This time
Bold motherfucker, don't limit your mind
Can't you see that the pace has fallen behind
All the hate in your heart, will be leaving you blind
So bold motherfucker, don't you limit your mind, This time
Waiting, for your modern messiah to take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye. Still awaiting. I
"Out of Zion shall come forth the law
And the word of the Lord from Jerusalem
Nation shall not raise sword against nation
And they shall not learn war anymore
For the mouth of the Lord hath spoken"
Waiting, for your modern messiah to take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye. Still awaiting. I
-Disturbed. Liberate, Believe. © 2002
I was just thinking about how we, as Americans, are regarded in the world, especially since the faux-election took place, and immediately following our (P)resident went on vacation while our troops were sent on a massive offensive strike in Fallujah...
Ah, Camp David. Sending others to die for your agenda must be hard work.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Another Proof
of the Non-Existence of God
Mechanics are usually expected to be less the reputable. They have almost all been, in my experience an unlawful, scheming pack of miscreants who are usually unable to distinguish between exaggerations and flat out lies. The only occupation as a group that are less inclined to have a conscience are lawyers.
Short explanation: My Parents needed an electrical connection fixed on the undercarriage of a Dodge Neon. They knew what was wrong with it, I knew what was wrong with it, unfortunately the mechanic didn't. He was so stupid he couldn't figure out where to adjust (there's a trick) in order to make the car start.
Long explanation: His wife (who doubles as the secretary) calls us, and tells us that it is the fuel-pump, it needs to be replaced, and will cost 419 dollars before tax. She also let slip that they actually hadn't been able to get the thing started. Being the gracious and always helpful people we are, my brother came over and gave me a ride down to the repair shop so we could show them what we needed to do in order to get it started.
The moronic mechanic got flustered and blurted out that he had already gotten the thing started and had it running, it needs a fuel pump.
Except his son (I'm assuming) also has the kind of loose lips that sink ships, and let loose that the other guy is the only one to have worked on it, and here's the catch: someone would have needed to tap the gas tank near the electrical connection while someone was turning the key in order to start it, and they didn't.
The lying liars couldn't keep their stories straight. Nor would they admit their incompetance. So, they lost our business, my brother picked up the keys from them this morning. Then they brought it to a new level. They called us and told us to take the car off their half empty lot, because they needed the room for others.
They didn't need any such thing, but I had to walk over and drive it back, so they wouldn't tow the thing. Sometimes people are such useless pricks.
Mechanics are usually expected to be less the reputable. They have almost all been, in my experience an unlawful, scheming pack of miscreants who are usually unable to distinguish between exaggerations and flat out lies. The only occupation as a group that are less inclined to have a conscience are lawyers.
Short explanation: My Parents needed an electrical connection fixed on the undercarriage of a Dodge Neon. They knew what was wrong with it, I knew what was wrong with it, unfortunately the mechanic didn't. He was so stupid he couldn't figure out where to adjust (there's a trick) in order to make the car start.
Long explanation: His wife (who doubles as the secretary) calls us, and tells us that it is the fuel-pump, it needs to be replaced, and will cost 419 dollars before tax. She also let slip that they actually hadn't been able to get the thing started. Being the gracious and always helpful people we are, my brother came over and gave me a ride down to the repair shop so we could show them what we needed to do in order to get it started.
The moronic mechanic got flustered and blurted out that he had already gotten the thing started and had it running, it needs a fuel pump.
Except his son (I'm assuming) also has the kind of loose lips that sink ships, and let loose that the other guy is the only one to have worked on it, and here's the catch: someone would have needed to tap the gas tank near the electrical connection while someone was turning the key in order to start it, and they didn't.
The lying liars couldn't keep their stories straight. Nor would they admit their incompetance. So, they lost our business, my brother picked up the keys from them this morning. Then they brought it to a new level. They called us and told us to take the car off their half empty lot, because they needed the room for others.
They didn't need any such thing, but I had to walk over and drive it back, so they wouldn't tow the thing. Sometimes people are such useless pricks.
Monday, November 08, 2004
Thirty Seconds Publishing
I continue to be plagued by power management issues with my computer. Since I remain unable to do anything about it, I have instead opted for trying to trick the battery to hold at least a short-term charge, and relying on a method of page editing that includes saving often, and writing briefly. Spell-checking becomes more optional than mandatory.
And so, for the most part I am forced to deal with the limitations of the computer by not dealing with it.
I think I am going to go make a pot of coffee, and drink about half of it myself. It is 6:30 on the dot now, and it feels a little odd, to be up before the sun rises. One good thing about it, I got to see the crystal clear stars just before the sky changed colors. I don't understand how most people do it on a regular basis. The demands of work aside, I think most people would choose to at least stay in bed until the sun was up.
And so, for the most part I am forced to deal with the limitations of the computer by not dealing with it.
I think I am going to go make a pot of coffee, and drink about half of it myself. It is 6:30 on the dot now, and it feels a little odd, to be up before the sun rises. One good thing about it, I got to see the crystal clear stars just before the sky changed colors. I don't understand how most people do it on a regular basis. The demands of work aside, I think most people would choose to at least stay in bed until the sun was up.
Sunday, November 07, 2004
Time Well Spent
Sort of...
Two Brothers, my father, and I all spent this weekend painting an apartment for a predetermined amount of money, of which I am now waiting for my cut. My brother works in social services, and he was asked to outsource painting a client's future apartment, coming in with a bid less than 2700 dollars.
[Originally a professional painter's bid, I guess that makes us the scabs.]
"No problem," he said.
"and did that include ceilings?"
"Uh, it could..." he said.
"Oh, and you might have to move some furniture."
"Oh. I thought it was going to be moved out, uh alright." he said.
"Ah, that includes your supply budget too."
"I see." he said.
See a pattern here? The real problem is not only that our original assessment was 1800, and we only added 200 bucks for the ceilings, [this for an apartment with approx. 1800 SF of paintable wall, not including the closets or utlities room] the problem is that his boss is kind of a prick, that kept changing the deal, making it less and less of a request, and more and more of a test of his employee.
Bitches' games.
This complete jerk has a lot of nerve. It was simply not anything one person could do on their own, and his partners in this deal had to put in more and more effort for less money. This is just a simple excercise to my brother's boss; He is only trying to show his boss what a smart money manager he is, and in the end, the guy's just screwing an already generous group giving up their weekend.
I have already made plans for this money, so this ass had better keep his end of the bargain and pay up, or he is going to have a very unhappy individual who is not his employee breathing down his [not necessarily] proverbial neck.
Two Brothers, my father, and I all spent this weekend painting an apartment for a predetermined amount of money, of which I am now waiting for my cut. My brother works in social services, and he was asked to outsource painting a client's future apartment, coming in with a bid less than 2700 dollars.
[Originally a professional painter's bid, I guess that makes us the scabs.]
"No problem," he said.
"and did that include ceilings?"
"Uh, it could..." he said.
"Oh, and you might have to move some furniture."
"Oh. I thought it was going to be moved out, uh alright." he said.
"Ah, that includes your supply budget too."
"I see." he said.
See a pattern here? The real problem is not only that our original assessment was 1800, and we only added 200 bucks for the ceilings, [this for an apartment with approx. 1800 SF of paintable wall, not including the closets or utlities room] the problem is that his boss is kind of a prick, that kept changing the deal, making it less and less of a request, and more and more of a test of his employee.
Bitches' games.
This complete jerk has a lot of nerve. It was simply not anything one person could do on their own, and his partners in this deal had to put in more and more effort for less money. This is just a simple excercise to my brother's boss; He is only trying to show his boss what a smart money manager he is, and in the end, the guy's just screwing an already generous group giving up their weekend.
I have already made plans for this money, so this ass had better keep his end of the bargain and pay up, or he is going to have a very unhappy individual who is not his employee breathing down his [not necessarily] proverbial neck.
Friday, November 05, 2004
And the First Order of the Day...
Bush wins and of course his first press conference demonstrates his inability to stay focused for even a week. He's going on vacation.
What a waste of a second term.
What a waste of a second term.
Friday Is Easier to Handle
To say I am disappointed over the election results this week is an understatement. I feel defeated. I can only imagine how canidates feel after such an excercise. It must be taxing to the ego.
Still currently looking for a job. I thought I had something, but the transportation issue kind of fell through, and on top of that, the company insisted on a work history, even after I explained to them I had no relevant work experience, which in my experience of job hunting means they wanted to judge me for my stretches of unemployment. I hate people.
I am defeated. I feel like I can't accomplish much of anything, that I am lost and useless. On top of everything else my back fell out of place this week, and it occassionally gives twinges of soreness, and is a little more achey than usual.
Complain, complain, complain...
Still currently looking for a job. I thought I had something, but the transportation issue kind of fell through, and on top of that, the company insisted on a work history, even after I explained to them I had no relevant work experience, which in my experience of job hunting means they wanted to judge me for my stretches of unemployment. I hate people.
I am defeated. I feel like I can't accomplish much of anything, that I am lost and useless. On top of everything else my back fell out of place this week, and it occassionally gives twinges of soreness, and is a little more achey than usual.
Complain, complain, complain...
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