an investigation shall be made. if the walmart doesn't, either the dollar general or the K-Mart will eh
Saturday, December 08, 2001
Friday, December 07, 2001
the car
the candy
the shower curtain
blurting out the answers you didn't even ask for....
it's bound to get better....it better
the candy
the shower curtain
blurting out the answers you didn't even ask for....
it's bound to get better....it better
Nope pretty sure I have the correct blog. My previous post was just one of the reasons that I feel "Lunch should be longer". :)
and now I'll leave you with this (and the song will probably get stuck in your head then) hahahahah......
I want to hear some funky Dixi land,
Pretty momma come and take me by the hand....
...take me by the hand (hand) , take me by the hand pretty momma....
and now I'll leave you with this (and the song will probably get stuck in your head then) hahahahah......
I want to hear some funky Dixi land,
Pretty momma come and take me by the hand....
...take me by the hand (hand) , take me by the hand pretty momma....
Gabe, i tend to agree with you. learning a loud rock song is very fulfilling in a full band, but when flying solo, an acoustic tune is a lot more satisfying to learn. or even if you learn a rock song but do it acoustically, in a sort of "VH1 Storytellers with James Taylor" kind of way.
in other news, the film Panic (which is on DVD at Video Warehouse) is fantastic! Another William H Macy tour de force.
lastly, eating 19 wings at CKs will push your digestive system to the max, and you should definitely think twice before doing it.
in other news, the film Panic (which is on DVD at Video Warehouse) is fantastic! Another William H Macy tour de force.
lastly, eating 19 wings at CKs will push your digestive system to the max, and you should definitely think twice before doing it.
so i was trying to remember yesterday this dream i had and for the life of me, i couldn't remember it. which for me is kind of odd. but last night, all of a sudden it popped into my head...and here it is....
so i see this very futuristic submarine in this clear blue-green water. the ship is enormous and just very impressive indeed. think of the big troop carriers from star wars ep. 1 with the big flat tops. all of a sudden an explosion happens right at the middle of the ship and it breaks in half. once piece starts falling into a trench. now here's where the funky part is, it's sinking with the open part of the ship facing down, but when it hits the bottom it starts rising because there's air at the top. now, obviously we know this wouldn't happen...anyway....
people are resuced from the ship, tis a great thing. but then, we get back to land, and a wide scale nuclear attack commences, cities are being wiped off the face of the earth, and i'm seeing all this. for all intended purposes, the US is destroyed and the Russians are to blame, they annihilated us with a surprise nuclear attack. scene change. my parents and myself have flown to Russia and decided to hide out there...why? who on earth knows? we find ourselves in a rent-a-car and outside the kremlin and there are enormous bombers and fighters circling the sky to shoot down any incoming missles. i'm watching this one plane being disassembled right in front of me. the nose cone taken off, the cockpit detacheched from the rest of the plane and paneling coming off. just a tangled mess of conduit, wire, and electronics. i feel like at any second we're going to get caught and killed.
There are people watching us as we talk amongst ourselves in english and we notice this all of a sudden so we start saying "russian-like" words and they kind of look at us like we're on drugs. flash forward, we go back to our hotel, which is kinda posh. golden elevator doors and just lots of light glinting off of everything. you hear passer-bys talking about, "wow, i feel really bad for those Americans now. they have no country." odd to hear.
i return to my room and decide read a book and my parents decided they were going to go out and watch more aircraft. i feel it is much safer inside the hotel where i might not be suspected as being an American. so i pick up this book and it had a bright yellow border and a grey-black cover and the picture was of this submarine from the beginning of the dream and the title of the book was XGR-3. The letters were surrounded by a faded orange color.
somehow, i don't remember exactly, but i ended up in this field near some crate boxes. oddly enough there was some sort of harvesting going on here. there were a dizzying maze of very small railroad tracks in a barren land with very sparse vegitation. i heard a whirr and hid amongst some of the boxes and waited. a small electronic machine was on the tracks and was moving along with these glowing green orbs inside it. odd. these machines were about two feet long by about 1.5 feet wide and about 6" high. very small machines indeed. i decided the next one that came thru i would ride to see where it was going what was going on here. I layed belly down on the next one and rode around the tracks for just a little bit til it got to a processing area. it was a red barn with many more crate boxes. i got up and started walking around very carefully making sure to keep an eye peeled. i look in some of the open boxes and see tons of vegetables. carrots, lettuce, and other greens. i heard a voice yell something, but it was in english, so i peared around the corner and saw a black man in overalls and a red t-shirt carrying one of the machines. i peaked up and we talked. apparently this was some kind of futuristic farm and it's purpose was to carry out the world's distribution of food since the US was obliterated by a nuclear armageddon. apparently he too moved from the US to start this farm but that there was some secret that the Russians were keeping. He and I had teamed up to find out what was going on, but before anything happened...i woke up.
what the submarine was all about? i don't know...call it an overactive imagination. altho, it was a scary thought that the US didn't exist anymore. this could be harnessed into a pretty descent sci-fi novel i think.
so i see this very futuristic submarine in this clear blue-green water. the ship is enormous and just very impressive indeed. think of the big troop carriers from star wars ep. 1 with the big flat tops. all of a sudden an explosion happens right at the middle of the ship and it breaks in half. once piece starts falling into a trench. now here's where the funky part is, it's sinking with the open part of the ship facing down, but when it hits the bottom it starts rising because there's air at the top. now, obviously we know this wouldn't happen...anyway....
people are resuced from the ship, tis a great thing. but then, we get back to land, and a wide scale nuclear attack commences, cities are being wiped off the face of the earth, and i'm seeing all this. for all intended purposes, the US is destroyed and the Russians are to blame, they annihilated us with a surprise nuclear attack. scene change. my parents and myself have flown to Russia and decided to hide out there...why? who on earth knows? we find ourselves in a rent-a-car and outside the kremlin and there are enormous bombers and fighters circling the sky to shoot down any incoming missles. i'm watching this one plane being disassembled right in front of me. the nose cone taken off, the cockpit detacheched from the rest of the plane and paneling coming off. just a tangled mess of conduit, wire, and electronics. i feel like at any second we're going to get caught and killed.
There are people watching us as we talk amongst ourselves in english and we notice this all of a sudden so we start saying "russian-like" words and they kind of look at us like we're on drugs. flash forward, we go back to our hotel, which is kinda posh. golden elevator doors and just lots of light glinting off of everything. you hear passer-bys talking about, "wow, i feel really bad for those Americans now. they have no country." odd to hear.
i return to my room and decide read a book and my parents decided they were going to go out and watch more aircraft. i feel it is much safer inside the hotel where i might not be suspected as being an American. so i pick up this book and it had a bright yellow border and a grey-black cover and the picture was of this submarine from the beginning of the dream and the title of the book was XGR-3. The letters were surrounded by a faded orange color.
somehow, i don't remember exactly, but i ended up in this field near some crate boxes. oddly enough there was some sort of harvesting going on here. there were a dizzying maze of very small railroad tracks in a barren land with very sparse vegitation. i heard a whirr and hid amongst some of the boxes and waited. a small electronic machine was on the tracks and was moving along with these glowing green orbs inside it. odd. these machines were about two feet long by about 1.5 feet wide and about 6" high. very small machines indeed. i decided the next one that came thru i would ride to see where it was going what was going on here. I layed belly down on the next one and rode around the tracks for just a little bit til it got to a processing area. it was a red barn with many more crate boxes. i got up and started walking around very carefully making sure to keep an eye peeled. i look in some of the open boxes and see tons of vegetables. carrots, lettuce, and other greens. i heard a voice yell something, but it was in english, so i peared around the corner and saw a black man in overalls and a red t-shirt carrying one of the machines. i peaked up and we talked. apparently this was some kind of futuristic farm and it's purpose was to carry out the world's distribution of food since the US was obliterated by a nuclear armageddon. apparently he too moved from the US to start this farm but that there was some secret that the Russians were keeping. He and I had teamed up to find out what was going on, but before anything happened...i woke up.
what the submarine was all about? i don't know...call it an overactive imagination. altho, it was a scary thought that the US didn't exist anymore. this could be harnessed into a pretty descent sci-fi novel i think.
Thursday, December 06, 2001
William Macy:
A good actor's director, first of all, is prepared, so there's not an exorbitant amount of wasted footage. In other words, it's hard on an actor when you have to do a scene 45 times and you know damn well that three of the angles a director is shooting will never make it into the movie. If you use this angle, you can't use that angle. A good director is very well prepared, and knows exactly how he's going to cut the film, so the shooting is as efficient as possible. Second, I love directors who talk action as opposed to emotion. I've always found it completely useless when a director comes up and says, "Okay, you're upset and you're desperate and you hate this guy." That's shit you can't act. That will lead you down the garden path to nowhere, I think. What's good is when he says, "Okay, you've got to get this guy to do your will," or "You've got to get this guy to back down," or "You need a big favor." Talking action, as opposed to emotion.
A good actor's director, first of all, is prepared, so there's not an exorbitant amount of wasted footage. In other words, it's hard on an actor when you have to do a scene 45 times and you know damn well that three of the angles a director is shooting will never make it into the movie. If you use this angle, you can't use that angle. A good director is very well prepared, and knows exactly how he's going to cut the film, so the shooting is as efficient as possible. Second, I love directors who talk action as opposed to emotion. I've always found it completely useless when a director comes up and says, "Okay, you're upset and you're desperate and you hate this guy." That's shit you can't act. That will lead you down the garden path to nowhere, I think. What's good is when he says, "Okay, you've got to get this guy to do your will," or "You've got to get this guy to back down," or "You need a big favor." Talking action, as opposed to emotion.
Wednesday, December 05, 2001
if you've got nothing of meaning to do (outside of work) you'll get bored. you might even have something of meaning that isn't going well (like a writing career taking a long time to get off the ground) and you'll long for the joy of work. but its just a cheap out, a safety net that we just lay down on. you know, we never come near the tightrope... we don't even bother to start climbing the ladder. we just lean over and fall on our sides in the net and bitch about how nice it must be to try walking across that wire, when in all actuality if we don't snap out of it we'll never climb more than three steps up the ladder.
i agree fully with you on that gabe. i've asked myself that same question a lot recently. there are things i'd much rather do RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE as opposed to doing this work i'm doing right now. i'd love to be outside frolicing with the animals and the trees, and the leaves, and the busses. but what is the one thing or multiple things that i could do that i wouldn't get tired of a week from now. there have been times where i just get simply bored being away from work (as scary as that sounds). but for me, work is a social thing. the majority of my friends work here, we make plans, talk, and well, complain about working (hence the blog). but it's a tough question to answer. i can't even answer it at all cause i know how fickle i am
a perfect world would be one where the clipart filing comics were updated daily and displayed on the outer wall of all corporate buildings.
let me ask this question then....would you be happy in a perfect world, and what is a perfect world?
hey, my political compass is:
Economic Left/Right: -1.88
Authoritarian/Libertarian: -3.95
very interesting, thought provoking survey.
Economic Left/Right: -1.88
Authoritarian/Libertarian: -3.95
very interesting, thought provoking survey.
Every once and awhile we all need a good kick in the pants. With much of the media hype that is going on now, one cannot help but notice while flipping thru the news channels to see ever former ex-military, ex-fbi, ex-cia, or ex-military-pundit-of-a-foreign-war-caputred-on-cnn has their two cents to offer. We tend to stop reading the newspapers who offer more than the quick & dirty news because our lives are so much more important. Everyone kind of just takes it for granted that we have Americans, most of whom are our age or younger sticking their necks out on the line to protect the fact that we can go see a concert, have our little get togethers every nite, and the freedom to do what we want to do.
What I'm getting to here. I read a interesting editorial today, saying: This was not Pearl Harbor II. It's not what you think about at first, cause I took offense (for some odd reason), like it was some attack on my generation, but after reading it, it made a lot of sense. Take a read and see what you think.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A58394-2001Dec4.html
What I'm getting to here. I read a interesting editorial today, saying: This was not Pearl Harbor II. It's not what you think about at first, cause I took offense (for some odd reason), like it was some attack on my generation, but after reading it, it made a lot of sense. Take a read and see what you think.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A58394-2001Dec4.html
folks, please check out the feminist blog and read december 2nds post. gabe, i know you for one will strongly appreciate it. i check this blog daily for the news and insight, its a great source of information.
YOU RULE GABE! I just listened to that on monday evening and was struck by how much it echoed our current sentiments. i did not mention it to you for fear it would send you even further on your downward spiral... but alas, you found the forbidden fruit
you know, as i walked up the stairs into work today, i could just feel the life being sucked out of me. never to return for the next nine hours.
Some truely geek humor.....we computer geeks find this stuff highly amusing..
http://www.theonion.com/onion3744/java_programmers.html
http://www.theonion.com/onion3744/java_programmers.html
so i walk over to the sign-in sheet this morning and wouldn't you know it. my noisey cube-neighbor (the one with the incessant use of speakerphone) is there talking with the secretary and whinning about some stupid thing that she had to deal with. on and on and on complaining about DUMB little things "0h I didn't think they had a scanner, I mean, HOW could they NOT have a scanner? And then I found out they DID have a scanner, it was just on the other side..." good lord, every little thing is like a crisis to this woman and the scary thing is, it's reproducing!!
oh well, we all complain I guess...but she seems to do enough for everyone in this building.
oh well, we all complain I guess...but she seems to do enough for everyone in this building.
Tuesday, December 04, 2001
willie nelson, in his fifties and still touring. neil young, in his fifties and touring. tom wolfe, up there in years and still writing. johnny cash, in his late seventies and he's released three fantastic albums in the last six years. gene hackman, sixty and he's still an acting fiend. william h macy, fifty and he's going strong.
the autumn years are all in how you use them.
the autumn years are all in how you use them.
almost every time i leave something "up to the experts", i notice something... the experts aren't much smarter than i am! in fact, in many cases they're only an "expert" because they don't have anything better to do, so to avoid the risk of being laid off they call themselves an "expert" to make themselves seem valuable. and this isn't just in reference to work (although thats what started it). now a lot of people in the "real world" actually are experts, and they have a clue what they're doing... maybe the tech profession has an unusually high "moron expert" ratio... i mean, in the real world, you can't get far saying you're a plumber and then asking the homeowner how to fix a leak. but in the tech world, sure, its a regular thing to be sitting with the "server experts" and they're asking you for advice (or you're offerring it because they're too dumb to figure it out on their own).
i think what you need gabe is some more baby stories eh...
and when i hear lyrics like...
with a face like a crab's bus ticket
skin like a llama's doormat
he was always gonna struggle
Nature had seen to that
i really have to wonder how one comes up with writing something like that...
and when i hear lyrics like...
with a face like a crab's bus ticket
skin like a llama's doormat
he was always gonna struggle
Nature had seen to that
i really have to wonder how one comes up with writing something like that...
Monday, December 03, 2001
when i was a kid, and even on into my mid-teens, the following would happen several times a week (especially in the summer, when i'd do more household errands).
my mom would tell me to go down into the basement and bring something upstairs for her, usually a couple of items. i'd get down there, grab one of the things, and completely blank out on the other x items i was supposed to get. i'd go upstairs with one or two things, hope they were right, and ask what else she needed. even when i tried really hard to remember, i almost never did.
also, i am turning into a bit of a football fan once again. life is cyclical.
my mom would tell me to go down into the basement and bring something upstairs for her, usually a couple of items. i'd get down there, grab one of the things, and completely blank out on the other x items i was supposed to get. i'd go upstairs with one or two things, hope they were right, and ask what else she needed. even when i tried really hard to remember, i almost never did.
also, i am turning into a bit of a football fan once again. life is cyclical.
i find it interesting that no matter how strong my apathy is on friday, it always seems greater on monday morning and just boils to steam by friday... but then monday seems worse. its an endless downward cycle.
CPR: 65% PPR: 85% DIRC: 3 now spinning: social distortion - white light white heat white trash
(DIRC = Do I Really Care: 1 - Definitely Always 2 - Possibly Always 3 - Hard to Tell 4 - Possibly Never 5 - Definitely Never)
CPR: 65% PPR: 85% DIRC: 3 now spinning: social distortion - white light white heat white trash
(DIRC = Do I Really Care: 1 - Definitely Always 2 - Possibly Always 3 - Hard to Tell 4 - Possibly Never 5 - Definitely Never)
wonders never cease...
CPR:100% !!!!!!!
PPR:100%
Spinning:Cowboy Mouth Are You With Me?
It's the music man, it's given me motivation! i recommend a listen to this album, lots of positive energy emminating from the album. Get the track listing and download some mp3's off of that album, I HIGHLY recommend: Peacemaker, Man on the Run, Take It Out On Me, and So Sad About Me.
CPR:100% !!!!!!!
PPR:100%
Spinning:Cowboy Mouth Are You With Me?
It's the music man, it's given me motivation! i recommend a listen to this album, lots of positive energy emminating from the album. Get the track listing and download some mp3's off of that album, I HIGHLY recommend: Peacemaker, Man on the Run, Take It Out On Me, and So Sad About Me.
i still find it interesting how my musical interests can change in such a short span of time. broke out another album from last year that i used to listen to like a fiend. haven't listened to this cowboy mouth album in many a day. i'd even fathom a guess of a year at least. now that i'm listening to it again today, i have a feeling it will be all that i'm listening to today as well. pop sensability but good stuff none the less.
CPR: 90%
PPR: 100%
CPR: 90%
PPR: 100%
i'd like to watch someone turn back the clock to before my computer crashed... then i wouldn't have to spend all day finding and re-installing software. and also the help-desk guy wouldn't have deleted all my mp3's then. how nice of him to ask me if i wanted them... i knew i should've made the five minute trek over to his cube to make sure he didn't screw anything up.
the Scottish Christmas performance last night was fantastic, i guess its key to at least live near a town that has a decent college campus on it with a performing arts center... i think between that and the folkfest, and the punk scene around here, johnstown's okay in my book.
the Scottish Christmas performance last night was fantastic, i guess its key to at least live near a town that has a decent college campus on it with a performing arts center... i think between that and the folkfest, and the punk scene around here, johnstown's okay in my book.
Sunday, December 02, 2001
watched a good movie last night, and i know i'll take some abuse for this one: someone like you. i know, i know, a romantic comedy, but lets face it, any movie that stars two of the best leading men of our day and age is allright with me. the actors i refer to are greg kinnear and hugh jackman, and i'm not kidding... those guys are fantastic!
