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Friday, February 22nd, 2008
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and I'm going to keep it short. maybe I'll read up some later.
kids don't leave any time for anything.
*sigh*
i freakin' love it.
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(while schlogging on a pint of Old Crow . . . whoo!!!) that my beloved fiancee's prodigious tits have the ability to DESTROY METAL!
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And from as many computers as possible. Within the next two or three days.
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Thursday, June 28th, 2007
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Today is a very special day. It's my one and only negaversary.
That's right. One year from today (possibly one year from this moment, 1300 hours), I will be wed. I'm terribly excited.
Instead of blogging, I've spent my time working (still minimum wage, thanxyouverymuch) and raising four freakin' kids.
That's my beloved Eir's three previous and our now seven-and-two-thirds month old.
And we're now officially engaged. And nearly broke. But you don't need to know that.
I've got a bandish website in the works, as well as working on the band as a whole.
Too fuckin' busy, i tell you. Maybe I'll even be in school come fall? Not likely, I think. I've waited too damn long.
Let this be a lesson to those of you who still have the time to benefit from it.
Rock out while you have the chance. that way you can treat your honey to a serious bash on your negaversary.
And have your kilts professionally made.
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AFLAC your mother!
(Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud.)
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Thursday, February 22nd, 2007
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| Time: | 12:55 pm. |
| Music: | Posies - "Sweethearts of Rodeo Drive". |
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So:
E's mom has got an apartment and is moving out this week-end, perhaps before.
I'm finally getting a glimpse of what it really means to be the man of the house. It feels awkwardly demi-goddish. I have such power over my living space, but I have a responsibility to all these other little person[alitie]s to do everything in my realm of influence (outside of that living space) to enable them to face and coexist with the world.
And I still find this world terrifying.
I'm just adding up all the bills I haven't had the foresight to plan and continue to plan for:
Internet (so E can complete her online school courses)
Electrical & water deposit (d'ya know they charge $600ish to start service and don't keep your name on file for more than a year?)
That's pretty much it. Everything else was accounted for.
But how am I going to come up with $600?
In other news, I'm participating in Lent for the first time in my life.
On the chopping block are:
Soda & colas
Cursing
Cigarettes (I quit six months ago, but still have about one a week. Now I'm dropping that, too.)
We'll see if I add anything else before the weekend.
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Something odd happened . . . again, which is why i bother to write it down.
My right nipple got all cold and tingly. Then it got damp.
I wonder if this is what lactation is like.
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Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
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This time through, I actually liked The Velvet Underground and Nico. A lot.
But it did sound like the noise I used to make while very drunk.
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Monday, February 5th, 2007
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I just got off the phone with my sister, who is very Texas Bible-Thumper. This isn't an issue, as I generally trust her judgement in everything.
We had a long, convoluted conversation. Long is like fifteen minutes. Convoluted is me trying to figure out a way to say how I feel about church and why I don't go anymore.
What I ended up with is that I'm virtually certain everybody else is screwing up the truth of who God is and what he does, whatever that may be. I'm pretty sure I'm screwing it up, too, and I'd rather not be responsible for screwing anybody else up.
I think.
Help?
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Tuesday, January 30th, 2007
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| Time: | 12:40 pm. |
| Music: | TSOYA – Special: Radio Open Source on Borat. |
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So:
I'm going ahead and taking Jim's suggestion. I'm doing things in little bites and without any brain activity. That's a downside to the job.
I'm basically saying the unexamined life is not worth living, however if I over-think things, life is just fucking miserable.
We love and hate balance, as our balance defines us.
Anyway. To work:
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Friday, January 26th, 2007
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Beer and margaritas at WORK!
WHOOOOOOOOO!
Yeah.
Besides he killer insurance and working with books, that's the best part.
Even though I can't socialize.
I miss my baby.
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Aiden meets his mommy. |
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Aiden meets his siblings. |
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That's the warming light that turned him orange. We don't fake-tan them that early. |
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Just a few hours old. |
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We slept together the second night. We sleep closer now. |
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I think he looks like Yoda here. |
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Just cute. |
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I've never seen anyone cry so beautifully. |
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I am in awe of this thing that is so much a part of me. |
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He sleeps. |
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His mommy took this while at the computer. |
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Wednesday, January 24th, 2007
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As I sit here, lunching on Lay's Dill Pickle chips and listening to Never Not Funny, I am finally driven to take up last year's resolution.
I resolved to make my triumphant return to blogging, if for no other reason than to record my reading habits. Of course, it will become more substantive as my writing skills are honed with greater use.
I will post links to the books mentioned, most likely at Powell's. However, I now purchase all my books from Books Without Borders, and they have my utmost confidence as my city's premiere bookseller.
I have completed two books since the new year: a cross-cultural anthropological study of the phenomenon of demonic posession, and an humorous hard detective critique of soft detective stories set firmly in a real-world fairy story.
The first, The Exorcism of Anneliese Michel, is probably better known as its filmed counterpart, The Exorcism of Emily Rose. </i>Emily Rose</i> changed the location and several specifics of the case, as films are wont to do. Anneliese Michel lived in Germany, not the Heartland, and the wrongful-death suit waged against her exorcist did much to dissolve Germany's religious state.
This book is a credible take on the facts, insistent as author Felicitas Goodman is upon interpreting Anneliese's torment in what are known as cross-cultural terms. Cross-cultural psychology, according to Goodman, is an approach that takes into account the cultural setting of the subject, dismissing the popular assumption that all events are describable in biological and chemical terms. In other words, it believes that demons and demonic possession are real because that is what the subject believes and attempts to find accurate and scientific explanations for the phenomena experienced. Highest recommendations.
The second, The Big Over Easy, is the best dick novel I've read since Encyclopedia Brown. Period. Humpty Dumpty is found dead, and it is up to Inspector Jack Spratt and Sargeant Mary Mary to find the culprit. What follows is a madcap social and literary critique that would have made the author of A Midsummer Night's Dream proud.
I can't write any more. I'll post baby photos soon.
He's freaking gorgeous.
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Saturday, September 9th, 2006
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My Personality
| | Neuroticism | | Extraversion | | Openness To Experience | | Agreeableness | | Conscientiousness | |
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Wednesday, August 30th, 2006
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I walked three blocks back to work from Taco Time.
Corner of Willamette & Broadway => down Broadway
Guy rolls by on a bike: "Nuggets?" he asks me.
"No thanks."
Cross Olive => down Broadway
Guy on a bench: "Nuggets?"
"Uhh . . . Seventy-sixers?"
"You know what I mean."
Of course I do.
Turn at Charneton => down to 8th and into the Strand.
Up here to write about it.
Seriously. Two times in three blocks, I was propositioned for the sale of marijuana.
The funny bit is that on my way out to lunch, some moron asked me if I had any.
Dude: walk a fuckin' block, eh? Not so hard.
I love this town.
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Monday, August 28th, 2006
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I want to destroy something, then cry about it.
No, I don't know why.
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| Your EQ is 60 | 
50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!
51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.
71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.
91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.
111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.
131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.
150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar. |
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Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
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The main idea I was trying to convey is that she's made it final.
There is no hope that we will ever be together again.
At least I'm familiar with the scenery.
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| Time: | 4:20 pm. |
| Mood: |  not suicidal. | | Music: | "The Card Cheat", the Clash. |
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My skin seems too confining right now.
I want to gouge out my eyes and cut my throat and feel my essence flow free.
Will it ever end?
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(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)
| ✓ I miss somebody right now. |
✓ I don't watch much TV these days. (Oh, I'm so sick of that crap.) |
✓ I own lots of books. (Before I worked at a publishing company, it was more than anyone else I knew. Now there're a few Ph.D.s in my circle of reference, so my) |
| ✓ I wear glasses or contact lenses. (Hopefully new ones soon. Yay, Binyon's!) |
× I love to play video games. |
✓ I've tried marijuana. |
| ✓ I've watched porn movies. |
× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. |
✓ I believe honesty is usually the best policy. |
| ✓ I curse sometimes. (My favorites are "jesus fuck", "dong nugget", "motherfuck", and the like. I also don't understand why 'cunt" is so offensive.) |
✓ I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. (Can't you tell?) |
× I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. |
( it goes on... )
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