| Hang on, the door is sideways. |
[Jul. 23rd, 2009|03:20 pm] |
This is going to be a weird day. It started off normally enough. I woke up an hour and a half before my alarm was to go off, hit my head on a windowsill, stubbed my toe on the same windowsill, and then sat on the couch surfing the internet for reviews of webcomics while composing a flash animation in my head of a South-Park-Canadian-style-flappy-headed Alanis Morisette singing "Ironic" to a background of Dr. Phil. Then my sweetie woke up, and I petted her leg and brought her aspirin while discussing the relative cuteness of stick figures and broken teapots. Then I took my shower, got dressed, ate breakfast and packed my lunch. I left for work, and all was going well until I got to the intersection of Beechnut and Gessner, where three homeless dudes were sitting on a cardboard box under a shade tree, talking about how nobody really needs money in this world, how money only really buys luxuries that substitute for other needs. Seriously, I'm listening to bums on the side of the road talking about this while I'm waiting for a green light. Then one of them says, "money can't make up for this," and taps on his chest meaningfully. Five seconds of silence, and then we all four break out into the chorus of "Money Can't Buy Me Love". When there are impromptu song cues, it's a weird day. Then, I rode to work. Well, most of the way there. I got a flat tire a hundred yards from the front gates. So close! Argh! So, I set my bike up to see how bad the damage is, to see if this can be patched, or if I need to replace the tube entirely, or what. I held it upright, between my knees, while I rotated the tire and checked the pressure, and then I lost my balance. Well, I half-lost my balance. I tipped forward, and my legs pulled up, but I didn't fall over entirely. Basically, I rode my bike backwards for about twenty feet without my feet on the pedals, or my hands on the handlebars, on a flat tire, downhill. Then I caught myself, dismounted with utmost grace and suavity, and there were no witnesses to say otherwise or claim that I splatted out on my ass in the garden, so if anyone tells you that I was graceless and less than suave, they are lying. I get to work, and there's a guy waiting for a meeting with one of the companies in the building. He's an hour and a half early, and he's okay to sit and wait. He's got a hat next to him, and I can see why he keeps it nearby. He's got horns. Or, rather, horn buds. Like on a baby goat. Two little nubs, on the top of his bald little head, right where you'd expect a satyr's horns to be.
And now, it's gone and started raining. Water's coming down at a perfect forty-five-degree angle right now, and it looks like it's going to keep it up for a while.
*ding!* "Noah!"
"WHAT?!"
Oh, and it's karaoke night tonight. My plan is to do a set entirely of filk and parody songs.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sl0VCg1atgE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrCr4LeOtso
So, basically, the weird is not going to end anytime soon. Wish me luck. |
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| What the hell, live a little. You only get diabetes once. |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|04:09 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Smooth" Rob Thomas and Santana | ] |
So, karaoke was fun last night. Well, until I got to the "room is spinning, can't go to sleep" part, which preceded the "laying in the shower all night" part, which takes the place of my usual "sleeping" routine. So, I am exhausted and maybe a bit hung over. But, it was good times last night. I just shouldn't have had that one last drink.
My tolerance really isn't what it used to be, and it doesn't seem to be getting any better. I think I should go to a doctor and make sure that my liver is okay, because one of the early warning signs of liver damage is getting drunk too easily. That would suck. I mean, I still drink at least one night a week, I should not be as cheap a drunk as I am. Dammit.
Anyway, the place I do karaoke is holding a contest, so there were like three times as many people there as usual. And they were mostly really good singers. It was kind of intimidating. So, I took the low road and did "Devil Went Down to Georgia". It's my slow-pitch song, but I still screwed it up some. I was having trouble with the pacing. Need to practice it more, I think.
Looking forward to the weekend, this has been a long week. I've been covering for a co-worker who was on vacation, and while the overtime is nice, I really do like sleeping regularly. Anyway, in seven hours or so I'm on to the weekend, with plenty of relaxation and recuperation. I'm planning on dropping by #s on Saturday, they're doing their Underworld thing, and doing one of my "explosive decompressions".
I'm not wild about this heat wave, I'm still riding a bicycle. Yeah, everyone in Houston is bitching about the heat. Yeah, it got up to 104 the other day. But the people that I hear bitching about it, they all drive cars. They're not out in the heat for more than five minutes at a time. I, on the other hand, spend 45 minutes to an hour during the hottest part of the day, doing hard cardio the whole time.
So, until you've lost five pounds in water weight during your daily commute, shut the fuck up about the heat.
Last night, during the only hour and a half of legitimate sleep I got, I had a dream about my taxidermied corpse being on display in a museum in the future. Yeah, me, dead, on display behind glass, filled with sawdust. Naked. In a "Freaks and Oddities" exhibit.
My subconscious needs a spanking. |
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| Ha ha my shoulder punched you! |
[Apr. 30th, 2009|07:44 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | At WORK! ^_^ | ] |
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| | mellow | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Son of the Slaves of Time" by Therion | ] |
Okay, I'll keep this brief as I can. Two weeks ago, there was some rain here in Houston. And it started flooding my apartment. I've had a problem with water coming into the closet since Valentine's Day, but the leasing office wouldn't do shit about it. So, two weeks ago, I wake up on Saturday just as the rain's starting, and I go check the closet. Then I spend about ten seconds panicking. Then, I start bailing it out with a bucket. Yeah, a bucket. It was bad.
Blah blah bullshit, I eventually got the complex to figure out that I had a SERIOUSLY OH SHIT FOR REAL problem, and they managed to get the keys to an upstairs apartment. We managed to move all of our stuff about fifty feet, and up a flight of stairs, in the pouring-ass rain, in about eight hours. A couple of her friends helped out with this, which is cool because I didn't have a phone number for anyone I could call in. Anyway, here's the good news: I still have a home, I'm getting a discount on the rent, I had almost nothing at all get damaged by the water (some old shoes I don't wear anymore got pretty soaked, and we had a lot of laundry to do {ew mildew gross} and that's it), and I am getting a couple other cool concessions. On the other hand, all of the light switches are on the opposite side of the doorways now, so I fumble like a retard everytime I just wanna turn on a light. Oh, and I pulled, strained or tore about four muscles during the move (oh god heaviest sleeper sofa in the fucking western hemisphere i swear to christ) and those sucked for a few days.
I'm going to be swinging by the old homestead in Richmond on Sunday to visit my mother and brother, see what's kicking. Mah brudda is trying to get a DnD game started up, and I'm increasingly thinking about actually playing in it. Someone got cold water or a swift kick in the ass to send my way? I should know better than this, but it's hard to convince myself sometimes.
This weekend, we're going to be hitting the thrift stores. May buy stuff, may not. It's fun just to look, ya know?
Oh, and I have decided to throw Bindusara a birthday party. I feel like I owe him one, dig? Anyhoo, that's all I got for now. Be cool to each other. |
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| I'm six titty size! |
[Feb. 24th, 2009|11:05 pm] |
Well, somedays you ride the road, and somedays the road rides you. I just completely assed out today, now I've got twelve stitches in my face and my right forearm is covered in gauze. This is going to leave some scars, and it will suck. I missed work today, and I've already told them I won't be in tomorrow.
And, I have somehow lost the cable that lets me upload pics from my camera to my computer, so for the time being you will all have to imagine the Frankenstein mess that is my face. Sorry, y'all, I'll try and send you all the disgusting images as soon as I can so that you can share that special blend of commiseration, disgust, and morbid curiousity.
In other, less dramatic news, I'm living in an apartment with my girlfriend, the same one I've been writing about the last couple posts. Which were back in September. Sorry, I'm not doing a good job of staying on top of this journal thing. I've got vicodin and muscle relaxants, so things aren't all bad. Oh, and I've got health insurance, so that's another good.
Yep, for having skidded twelve feet on my face today, I'm doing okay.
Now, I'd like to recite for you all a poem I wrote while I was on Quaaludes. It's titled "awwfi09jgrvbn'VeB "Pew[pgfvn vsdSN;".
That is all, enjoy it. |
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| Somehow, some way, this is Bindy's fault. |
[Jul. 24th, 2008|03:26 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | weather, weekend, work | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  cranky | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | The William Tell Overture | ] |
I hate hurricane season. But who doesn't, right?
I'm at work right now. Keep in mind, I commute by bicycle. I am pulling a double today, and it's already been a hell of a day. One of my co-workers quit, eight minutes before a scheduled fire drill. During the fire drill, one of the engineering staff got stuck in an elevator that didn't come out of fire service mode when it was supposed to. And there was a fender-bender in the garage.
Now, the storm sewers are blowing off back pressure, they look like really cool little geysers. I wish I had my camera with me, but I don't think it's waterproof and there is no way I could have gotten it to work without water getting at it. On my way in, I got as soaked as it is possible for a human to be without actually turning into water.
But, as I said, the storm drains are blowing out, which means they're not taking any more water in, they're giving it back. If the engineering staff doesn't work fast, then we're going to be knee-deep in water in a few hours. Knee-deep water sucks, youse guys. Basically, we're starting to get all the water that was collected from other parts of the city.
Can't wait till the ride home, it's going to be a hell of a journey. Puddles are going to be intense. But, it's supposed to be stopping soon, so this state of affairs will be over. I can't say I'm sad to see it go, though, I just wish it had more moderation. Riding in the rain is better than riding in the heat, if not by much. Riding in driving thunderstorms is not better than riding in the heat.
Whatever, I guess I'm just impossible to please.
Oh, by the way, Michael Winslow is doing the Improv from tonight through Sunday night. Y'know, the guy from the Geico commercials, Police Academy, Spaceballs, and other stuff. His comedy act is supposed to be a goddam riot, above and beyond the sound effects he does. I totally need to get tickets to that shit.
And, this from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bindusara
1. Add a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It’s actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I’ll assume you’re playing the game and I’ll come to your blog and leave one about you. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|03:28 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | bills, dating, work | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  aggravated | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Clap Yo' Hands" George Gershwin | ] |
I bit the inside of my cheek, and now it's swelling, and I can't stop biting it. It's really starting to hurt. I may have to stop chewing gum soon.
So, mah brudder just left for work, he'll be offshore for the next four weeks. He left yesterday afternoon. This morning, while doing laundry, it occurred to me that it's his turn to pay bills at the end of this month. And we let him drive away without leaving any money with us for the bills. Dammit. He was already in to me for over four hundred bucks for paying three months of the Comcast bill, and now this. I've got filing systems and I keep the bills paid, but how do you deal with the fact that you can forget that someone owes you over a thousand bucks until it's too late? I've called him, and he plans to wire me the money, but still...
Argh.
In other news, nobody should be allowed to get married on Halloween unless they can quote "The Crow" line by line. The assistant site manager here at work, who happens to be a former professional mixed-martial-arts fighter, revealed to me that his wedding anniversary is the last day of October. I replied with, "Who the heck gets married on Halloween?" Yes, the original line had "fuck", not "heck", but he is kind of my boss. I had the intonation the same and everything. He didn't get the reference.
Big date with my female this weekend. We've been fucking like bunnies, but we've hardly done anything you'd call a date. We've done lots of karaoke together, and gone drinking a lot, and had a reasonable dinner at some Mexican restaurant, but none of those ever felt like "a date". So, we're gonna try it out. Museum of Fine Arts, Dietrich's, maybe walk around a mall to kill time, then a comedy club.
Basically, this will determine whether we are actually "a thing", or just fuck buddies.
Which is why I was up at nine o'clock this morning doing laundry and cleaning the apartment. That is a bit too early for me, with my schedule. "Early" is very relative, especially if your normal bed time is after three a.m.
God I am learning to hate this song.
BTW: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH! |
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| "I've got car in my ear." |
[Jul. 14th, 2008|03:59 pm] |
Okay, my weekend.
Friday night, went out to Al's Sports Bar with mah bruddah, mah sistah, B-Rad and his wife, and B-Rad's cousin (the one that got me this job) and a couple of other friends. Karaoke was sung, shots were had, and I threw up in a parking lot and went to sleep in a bathtub. Good times.
Saturday was spent playing Wii, consuming a pizza the size of a coffee table, and working off a hangover. Also, coming up with a plausible explanation for why brother's windshield was cracked. We didn't have to make up the part about the drug dealers.
Sunday I sat around and played games. Oh, and did some dishes.
So, now I'm back to the Internet, and still catching up on what everyone else out there was doing while I wasted a weekend. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2008|03:34 pm] |
So, I'm mostly better now. Still coughing and headachey, but not contagious anymore. The bad news is that I was sick through the entire vacation weekend, and I recovered just in time for work on Monday. That is not fair at all.
And I'm really not sure what to do about my female. She is really head over heels, very devoted and she thinks that every thing I do is cute. She adores me, she respects me, and this is a problem. I'm no monster, not any more, but the simple fact is that I am very shallow and that any real depth of emotion is pretty much wasted on me. She's a really nice girl, kind of crazy, very considerate and patient... which makes it kind of hard for me to let her down easy.
Dammit. I hate being in this position. Mind you, I hate being on the other side of this situation too. Nobody is winning this, I fear.
But, focus on the good: I actually have someone in my life, and if things don't work out then I have a couple of backup plans I can call on. Also, I think my ex-wife, She Who Shall Not Be Named, has moved out of the state for good. Also, my breathing is back to normal and I am not sneezing or coughing much. So, that's focusing on the good.
In other news: Hancock was better than expected.
My new favorite thing ever is the "Once More, With Feeling" episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. |
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| There's only one way to say this. Wait, there's actually six. |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|01:22 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Going Through the Motions" Sarah Michelle Gellar as Buffy | ] |
Well, I think I starting to get healthy, so maybe I won't lose this entire long weekend. Having someone who wants to take care of me when I'm sick is an interesting experience. Even if I have to keep her at arm's length because she gets sick easily and I don't want to infect her. She made me soup. From scratch. Like, from basic ingredients, chopped and cooked and steeped and whatever else goes into making soup from scratch.
Christ, has anyone here ever had one person do that kind of shit for them? I can't say that I've ever cared enough about another human being to do that for them. Which kind of freaks me out, actually. What the hell is someone like me supposed to do with someone that devoted?
I am totally going to fuck this up and wreck her for life. God dammit.
In other news, my brother's in off the boat. Privacy is now nil. But, he brings his 360 with him, so playing video games and yelling at the screen is now on the table again. Good times.
Main reason to get healthy fast: So I can see "Hancock" this weekend. Must see must see must see. |
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| You're so full of cupcakes. |
[Jul. 1st, 2008|07:31 pm] |
So, it's been an interesting weekend. First of all, thank goodness that ksyniais out of the hospital and somewhat healthy, but endometriosis sucks. Sorry, hun.
I got a digital camera. Around three hundred bucks, and I think that was a good price for it. It takes big hi-res pictures, good detail, plenty storage, and it's pretty rugged. Thus begins a new era. ^_^
Hey, anyone got plans for the fourth, this Friday? I totally need something to do, I have the day off and no idea what's going on.
Also, I got some really great news on Saturday night. Like, really really great news. I think that I am ready to get past seven and a half years of depression. I feel amazing.
Except that I feel sick. I think it's bronchitis, again. SHIT.
I don't need to be under the weather.. but it could happen at a worse time. This is actually not a bad time for me to miss some work.
And that's what I've been up to lately. By the way, your package is in. And I still don't know about the end of August. And amazing comments are cryptic.
I think this is a good time to learn French. I'm getting kind of tired of America getting worse every time I look. |
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| "No no, it's cool, he peed himself." |
[Jun. 16th, 2008|09:22 pm] |
Okay, update for y'all, since I haven't updated in a while. First of all, I'm seeing someone. No, you don't get to meet her. Not for awhile, anyway. My brothers have already met her, and their responses tend to be rolling eyes. My fault for dating someone eight years younger than me.
So, I need to get a camera. Preferably a digital camera. Because, otherwise I'd have to get a regular camera and a scanner. And, lordy, there are some shits I wanna share with the Internet.
( stuff about party )
Besides, I might make a decent photographer. God knows, there should be some form of artistic talent that I actually possess in more-than-average proportion.
Anyway, back to updates. I've been working scads of overtime, and more on the way. Gad, twelve hours last week, twenty-four this week, and at least eight next week. I am way ahead of my bills, and I have saved enough that a disaster or two won't completely destroy me. It's a good feeling, not living on Ramen 'til payday, and knowing that I can afford a hospital bill if need be.
BTW, Bindy, you're planning that Vegas thing. Am I in or out? I need to know whether to request the time off. Or maybe I'll just make my own way there and hook up with you guys when I arrive. Not decided. |
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[Apr. 30th, 2008|07:04 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | At work. | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | annoyed | ] |
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| | the cleaning crew. | ] |
HOkay, so I've not really been online a lot the last couple days. My bike's been acting up. I spent forty bucks replacing one tire and a tube, and twelve hours later I'm walking the bike home because the new inner tube won't hold any air at all. The next morning, being this morning, I take it back to the shop to get it repaired. They switch out tubes, no charge, least we could do. I ride away, and ten minutes later I notice a low hissing sound. I get off the bike and lean close to see if the hissing is coming from the new tire. It totally is. And then, while my nose is six inches away, the tire blows out. It was kind of cool. Loud as hell. So, I turn around, because I've got time, and go back to the shop. Again. And they say, "oh, we used the wrong tube, we'll just fix that right up. okay, bye bye!" and I ride off.
At least that one didn't explode. It ran flat within fifteen minutes. That bike is currently sitting on a sidewalk, tire flat, and I don't think it'll be there when I get back. Fondren and Harwin is a bad intersection for a lonely bike.
I had four inner tubes on in twenty-four hours. And the bike shop didn't see anything wrong that would make it eat tubes like that. So, I'll be getting a new one, and sidestep the whole issue. Because I am very, very sick of walking a bike along with a flat tire.
And that has been my last couple days. Grr.
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| Well, how about that. |
[Apr. 27th, 2008|04:10 pm] |
I got a laptop and got it all connected today. Those of you that did not know already, Vista really is the worst thing that Microsoft has created yet. Not that any of you doubted. Now I can be reached on weekends. Might even get one of them IM thingies that I heard tell about. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2008|04:22 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | My desk. | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  excited | ] |
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| | People chattering. | ] |
I need something to happen this weekend. Who's got plans and who doesn't? I'll spring for gas, food, and first round of drinks. ^_^ |
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| Peasants got no subjects. |
[Apr. 22nd, 2008|06:03 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | At work. | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  productive | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Pomp and Circumstance" | ] |
I'm still alive, if you wondered. And I'm checking emails and journal posts again. I'll be going through backpages to figure out what's going on with everyone. I'm healthy, an employed, and I'm ahead of my bills. There is almost nothing wrong with my life right now, so I'm looking forward to screwing it up again in the coolest ways. Who wants to help? First round's on me. ^_^
BTW, the music is for real. "Pomp and Circumstance". We get a weird soundtrack at work. |
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| Not quite back. |
[Nov. 1st, 2007|09:07 pm] |
Hay guise!
I still have poor to little access to intarwebz. Sry.
Good news, I walked 7.2 miles last night, and plan to do the same tonight. So, I guess it's fair to say I've recovered. Thanks to you all for believing in me. ^_^ I should definitely be dancing at New Year's.
PS: I got a job. As a security officer. Because, you know, I'm so reliable and trustworthy. Ten bucks an hour with as much overtime as I can handle. Should be getting ahead of my bills pretty soon, and then making enough money to do some fun stuff. We'll see. More information when it's possible for me to write more.
Chow. |
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[May. 4th, 2007|12:20 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | enthralled | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "In the Sky" by Miz | ] |
Seek not the depths of your knowledge
with staff or sounding line
For self is a sea boundles and measureless
and the soul walks upon all paths.
Broken Saints owns me now. That and Heroes. They are so wow. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2007|10:52 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | accomplished | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Parle Moi" by Nadiyah. | ] |
So, I fell down today. That is obviously a bad thing. But in the course of this bad thing, I learned a good thing. Which is that I can stand unsupported for a full five seconds. Yay. Hell, at the rate that I'm making leaps and bounds, I'll be able to do baby steps soon. Which sounds ironic, but isn't. By the way, I have recently become addicted to, of all things, French R&B pop music. I never saw this coming. Alright, now for shoutouts.
Bindy: What's new musically? And tell me about fencing.
Ashes: How is health? How is doctors?
Lauren: Talk to me about cons. Everything.
Gravix: I know about ur new job, how about personal life?
Everyone else: everything else.
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