Month: June 2003

Well, turns out the music project is on a much better road than it previously was. I’ve got one song to actually put the vocals to, everything else is in place, and one song to write lyrics for. This rocks, so much. Thank you Sir bedivere for coming to the rescue!

In other news, UPS sucks. Yesterday they didn’t even wait around to get a signature, the day before they didn’t even bother to show up (but said they did), and so far, no new notices today. And I have shit to do today! I can’t sit and wait for the fuckers to show up, but nooooooooooo, that’s what I have to do because the bastards are bastards. But, there is a note on the door that states “It takes more than 2 minutes to get to this door. If there are 2 cars in the driveway, you can wait another minute for me to get to the door. It won’t kill you.” I think that should piss him off.

So, updates for the day….

Seems today is the surrealist’s dream. The highlight of it was the focus on bodily fluids. One of the packages we got from our regular distributer had all the clothes in it wet. However, the box, itself, was dry and so were all the bags that the clothes were separated into. At first, we thought it was water. After wading in it, we realized it smelled very acidic, like urine. After the freakout regarding that, and two hours later, I was trying to pop the register drawer open, and sliced into my finger. So, I now know first hand how much I can bleed all over the place, what my own adipose tissue looks like, and how coherent I can manage to be while going into shock. I even managed to clean up my own blood off the knife, the register, and the counter, and sterilize the surfaces. *grin* Now, my wrist hurts like a bitch, and I’m learning to type without a middle finger.

My apologies to those of the faintest of hearts.

Have I mentioned I feel a bit bad for having retreated into my own little world, housed by the fact I have too much to do with this house? I have left my friends, almost, in the dust, by the fact this house takes up too much of my time, or that my job manages to get in the way of the only free-time I might have had with those I’m close to? I suck.

I suck. Despite having numerous reminders, I never got the chance to call my dad. So, I had to suffice with a last minute email and a promise to call tomorrow after I get off work. Hopefully I’ll remember my cell phone tomorrow to do that. I really suck, though, given we’re both known to forget the other’s b-day and how old the other one is….I believe it will be forgiven.

Ok, I’m definitely an athlete. I got some new shoes today, and before I went for my first run in them, I sat and smelled them. I’m odd, there’s nothing like the scent of new athletic shoes. I guess you could equate it to new car smell, but I don’t like new car smell. I like new shoes smell, as well as old gym smell. I’ve spent waaaaaaaaaaay too much time in the gym. Good gods.

Given that we all know the Hamas doesn’t want peace, I’m now of the belief that neither does Israel. So far, they’ve managed to do more damage than good via attacks that hurt more than they kill. Not to mention, they gave Abbas and ultimatum, reign in Hamas or all’s off. So what do they do? Make things more difficult. I mean, you actually get ‘somewhere’ and then you go attack someone to “pre-empt” their attack, which then escalates things. Then you tell the person who’s trying to reign these guys in that he has to deal with it. What bullshit. I say we wipe both sides of the fence off the earth. Fucking idiots with ‘power’.

Scorpio for the week of June 12th:

“Writing in Sky & Telescope magazine, Roy Gallant described how long it took for scientists to consider the evidence for meteorites. Until the 1800s, “the scientific community scoffed at those who believed stones fell from the heavens, though meteorites had been seen to fall and had been collected since ancient times by the Chinese and Egyptian…As stones continued to rain down from the sky, learned scientists explained them away as condensations of the atmosphere or concretions of volcanic dust.” Let this be a cautionary tale for you, Scorpio. There’s a certain truth you’ve been dead set against believing, let alone seeing, even though the evidence for it has been steadily growing. This week indisputable proof will come pouring in. Don’t pretend it’s not there.”

Compliments of FreeWill

I’m not sure what to think of this yet. Especially given the number of potential truths I’m trying not to believe.

Well, I’m tired. Spent last evening with the Work-Bitch, helping her photograph her bf’s concert. And let me just say that I have a new respect for this guy that I didn’t have before (thought he was an asshole). He plays a 14 piece drumset with dual bass heads and foot pedals. Screw the drum machine, this guy supplies it and is a drumming god! So, now that I know why she stays with him, I can’t make fun of her anymore. I’m quite glad that I stayed awake late enough and suffered through the shitty bands that I did, to see this. So, those of you who love metal (and I mean the stuff that actually requires talent, as opposed to just screaming incoherent lyrics into a microphone, while randomly banging on instruments), check out Shock Plate. I don’t know if they have a site up yet, but I do know they recently signed a recording contract that includes tour dates. So go see them, because I said so.