Archive #2

Big chunk of cheese
You can feel lonely, even among crowds. You can feel hurt, although nothing's wrong with you. You can be elated while in debt and tormented while rich. There are rules, but they'll be broken. There are eclipses in the day and moonlight at night. Extraordinary things happen to normal people. You're time can run out and run off without you. You can win with fewer points. Nothing is impossible, so something is definite. Success isn't measured in victories, it's measured in recoveries.

These aren't just clever contradictions or odd oxymorons. It's just a reminder that not everything needs to make sense. Actually, most things shouldn't make sense. Life is versatile if your mind is versatile.

You can learn a lesson from an axe murderer. A dog can help you find religion. A flower can save a life. A hello and a smile can make a difference. You can lose all that you have and still have something to give.

You can also get caught up in life and forget that each moment, each breath you take, each word you speak, each step you take...is your life. Don't get caught up in life. Catch up with life. Feel it. Make the best of the most you can.

Why do I write these sort of blogs? I don't know. I just start writing. I don't care if it sounds philosophical or cheesy. I figured that most of my blogs are about normal everyday things, but under a microscope. Do these things need detailed analysis? Probably not. This blog, I guess, is about just that. 99% of your life is spent doing "normal" things. These things are your meat and potatoes, so why not learn to enjoy them? If you're that unhappy with your current state of "normal," either change your perception or change your life. Be a story teller. A story teller of your own stories, where you are the main character. Tripping on a piece of celery and stubbing your toe might seem stupid and annoying and not worth recounting, but to me, it's called a blog entry. I'd read your blog every day if you had one whole blog entry devoted to tripping on a piece of celery.

Well, there I am again...off track. Off-roading...but then again, why not? Let's all make our own roads. I'll leave it at that. A big chunk of cheese for you.



nothingness yet somethingness
My cat likes to look out the sliding door windows. There are long vertical blinds there, so everytime I try to open them, I have to fix all the blinds that she messed up while trying to look out the window.

I had a brutal dental experience yesterday. The hygienist (did i spell that right? because I don't want to look it up) really did a number on me. First of all, she almost poked my eye out with the metal instrument thingy when she went to wipe something off my face. Then, she used the water pic thing and the pain was incredible. The water splashed all over my face. I felt like I needed a towel to dry off. My little dental bib was covered in blood. Looked like I was in a fight and lost. She handed me the little baggie with the free toothbrush, paste and floss with a grin, and I wanted to smack her in the side of the head with it.

I know I'm disgusting sometimes. You know that nasty picture of those pieces of skin from my feet I posted a few weeks ago. I don't know why, but the pieces are still on my computer desk. I'll admit, I've eaten at my desk a few times with it there.

I harvested a bunch of my sunflower heads to dry out so I can eventually get all the seeds. I put them in a plastic bag, tied it and put it under a picnic table. I came home today to find the bag open and hundreds of empty seeds. &*)'n squirrels!

I went this whole week with the gas light of my car on. Granted, I think my car's light comes on early. I've never seen the needle so far below the 'E' while still running. I got gas on the ride home today, but I felt like it was such an accomplishment.

Halloween is almost here. I'm still bitter about what happened 2 years ago, when I turned my back to go inside and left the bowl outside for 2 seconds and a bunch of kids emptied it into their bags and ran away. And last year, some kid took my doorbell buzzer. I found it days later across the street, all battered up. I'm worried about what this year will bring.

I don't get hungry anymore. It's very weird. I mean, I still eat and everything, but only because I know I need to. Plus, I'll get headaches eventually. But, you know that feeling in your stomach you get when you haven't eaten? That hollow feeling? Yeah, I don't get it. About a month ago, I tested myself. I went 24 hours with no food, and still no hunger. I don't understand it. I've been meaning to research it, but keep forgetting.

Leave Britney alone!

Someone put the toilet paper roll on backwards this week. Next time this happens, I'm going to turn everything in the bathroom backwards. The soap containers will face backwards. I'll put the towel rack on the outside of the door. The mat will be upside-down. The curtain will be reversed. I'll even hook the hot water to the cold faucet and vice versa!

I had fun talking like a pirate on Internation Talk Like a Pirate Day this week. I love any day where saying "wenches" in front of my bosses is acceptable. Arrrgh!

Have you Googled yourself 2day?
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19 Sep 2007
this is for you
what will it take to motivate you? are you stuck in a routine? it's comfortable, isn't it? yet, you still crave something more. you have potential, but you don't know how to use it. something needs to be the catalyst in your life. it doesn't take a near-death experience to get you to change your perspective. it doesn't take a life-changing experience to change your life. you have the power already. you can alter your mindset. life is okay for you, but it's not great. this blog won't be the catalyst. i can't help you. hell, i don't even know what it is that you really want. i doubt you know exactly either. time ticks by slowly and quickly...slow enough to make you think you have enough of it, fast enough to know it's running out. don't be afraid. the things you've always wanted to do will take risk, but the experience, whether you succeed or fail, is the crucial part. make room for you. stop everything and start something. it's time to use your time wisely. don't routine yourself to death. don't regret. take a death breath, commit yourself, and live. now.
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15 Sep 2007
GO BOY
Never had this candy before, so I tried it. I thought it was just candy, but it turned out to be gum. I realized this after I swallowed the first few pieces. I know I should have read the front as it clearly states that it's candy first, and then it turns into gum! But really, I only blame my eagerness to try the product.

Oh well. Anyway, I was disappointed because I didn't get ANY red pieces!! The ones that look like red in this photo are actually orange. And as you can tell from my evidence in front of the wrapper, there weren't many green ones either. I know some machines that package these products with multiple flavors can be random, while others have a bit of "controlled randomness" as is with the case of M&Ms, and yet others completely control their flavor count as well as the order, like Life Savers. But I was really hoping to taste the red flavor here and I feel like I got gyped. I'm going to write them a letter about my disappointment and post the results.

This worked a few years ago when I dropped a large container of butter and it broke, spilling all over the floor. I documented it one of my old blogs, posted the letters, and their response. The result was that I basically had free butter for a year! Hope this one turns out as well. I'll be posting a letter later today or tomorrow on here.

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little piggies
I think I posted something about this last year or so. Every time I play street hockey, I lose pieces of my toes. Here...look.

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13 Sep 2007
25 Skills Every Man Should Know
Popular Mechanics published this nice list of skills that every man should know. And I'm now publishing how skillful I am as a man....

1. Patch a radiator hose
-never did it. my last car died because the radiator cracked open, though. It was fun! Water went spraying everwhere! I held up traffic and people honked at me.
2. Protect your computer
-I have GoBack, Norton, AdAware, several pop-up blockers, 2 firewalls, and about 5 other lesser known virus/malware/spyware scanners installed on it.
3. Rescue a boater who has capsized
-nope, plus i get sea sick. Technically, if i had a boat, it would be pretty easy just to pull the boat up and tell him to get in. I'll say this one is possible, then.
4. Frame a wall
-i thought you just frame pictures? I have no idea what this means, so no.
5. Retouch digital photos
-oh, definitely. i'm even better at deleting all ugly pictures of myself.
6. Back up a trailer
-yes, not a big deal.
7. Build a campfire
-never have done it, but it seems easy, so yes, i could.
8. Fix a dead outlet
-i don't do much with electric, which explains the 4 dead outlets in my bedroom.
9. Navigate with a map and compass
-yes, as long as it a good compass and I don't have to refold the map.
10. Use a torque wrench
-yes, not much to using these
11. Sharpen a knife
-i've sharpened using a stone as well as various sharpening gizmos
12. Perform CPR
-i'm not certified, but I do know how
13. Fillet a fish
-again, never have done it, but i've seen it done and know how if i had to
14. Maneuver a car out of a skid
-yes
15. Get a car unstuck
-yes
16. Back up data
-floppy, zip, Flash USB, CD, DVD, online storage, additional drives, backup servers, um, I guess that's a yes.
17. Paint a room
-brush, roller, power roller, spray, you name it.
18. Mix concrete
-Never did it, but I'd follow the instructions.
19. Clean a bolt-action rifle
-Never even held a gun
20. Change oil and filter
-I've actually never done this, but does it count if I know how to schedule an appointment to get this done? no? ok, then no.
21. Hook up an HDTV
-I've never because I can't afford an HDTV, but I think you just need to hook up the cable from the TV to the reciever. Possibly.
22. Bleed brakes
-haha, i know exactly how to do it, since my brother showed me when he did each tire about 5 times! But no, I've never done it.
23. Paddle a canoe
-you've got to be a moron if you don't know how to paddle.
24. Fix a bike flat
-yes, my dad taught me.
25. Extend your wireless network
-i know you can tweek it in the settings, also buy a booster, or just upgrade the harware, so yes.

Final tally:
Yes, I have and can: 13
Never, but know how, so probably could: 7
No, I'd need to research it or be taught: 5

I guess that looks to be about average....um, right?

Feel free to share your experiences with the above or help me out with skills that I'm lacking.
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11 Sep 2007
091101&on
sept 11, etc.

thought i'd freeform my feelings on 9/11 and other stuff. just spewing, sorry for informality, but it's how i'd like to express this.

evil spoke up on this date. many are uninformed of other countries. not just uniformed US, but a cluelessness of all in regard to eachother. there are places where people genuinely believe a false history because of tradition. those who brainwash only brainwash because they've been brainwashed. the root lies at the stem of lies from those who held early power. vendettas are set in motion that lead to catastrophes that won't occur for years. powerful people never seem to realize the full potential and long term results of words and actions.

what i fail to comprehend the most, what boggles my brain, what intrigues my imagination is how anyone can kill or harm another human being and feel good about it like it's an accomplishment. no remorse, no bad feeling inside? it makes me sick just to hear about other people doing it. hatred is taught. love is taught.

for me, today is not a lesson, it's not a holiday, it's not a time for sadness or anger. i don't feel sorry for the victims because I know they don't want to be felt sorry for. the waves of effects that stem from this day are as incomprehensible as the limits of the universe. to see a young girl cry because her dad is gone now becuase of this churns my stomach. to see a young boy sobbing because he doesn't know why mommy won't come home because of this breaks my heart. but i'm completely shattered inside when i realize that it's not just one or two children, it's hundreds and hundreds of children who feel this way. also family members, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, etc, etc, etc etc, friends, even those like me who didn't know or was related to anyone. i'm affected.

people haved asked me my opinion on Bush several times. here's all i'll say...he's not the worst president and he's not the best. i know his office didn't make many popular decisions and his approval is low, but that doesn't mean those decisions weren't good decisions. how he's still sane after all this is beyond me and i doubt many people could handle that kind of power.

i don't have any answers or hard opinions on the matter because, well, because i don't think the general public is well informed. no matter how many websites you visit or articles you read, or "facts" you learn from people, or quotes that may or may not have been taken out of context, most of the time you never know agendas or biases from the sources of this information. simply put, how can you base 100% into what you learn unless it's very well researched? i am sad to say i will never feel well-informed. it stuns me sometimes how vehement some people are with their opinions and i realize that they base their anger and knowledge upon a few sketchy sources. i think some, when seeking truth, are already biased, and only wind up finding information that already lends to their side of the matter.

now, do people and the general public have a say? of course. just be careful and do the research. and don't just go with someone's word because they sound convincing. politicians make a career out of sounding convincing. do the actual research. find the facts. find the lies. the old saying, knowledge is power. if you didn't do the research, don't be so cocky about your opinion.

if you know me, you know i don't like violence. if someone asks me about the current war, i'll find the quickest exit to end the conversation or merely agree with whatever the person says. i understand the strategy of war and why it is employed. i am one that believes war can be a useful tactic. i also understand that the timing of war and how it's fought is also crucial. the length of war and it's effect on the home country must also be considered. is what is being gained worth the complete sacrifice? there are soldiers who are proud to be fighting and I'm proud of them. but there are soldiers who want to come home and think the war is bs. don't forget the number of dead soldiers which will continue to rise, the number of soldiers who will come home completely changed for the worse, psychological problems, post traumatic stress victims and the effect they will have on their families and friends and communities. on the other hand, the enemy seems determined and unchangeable. war may be the only choice, and perhaps a good choice if it is fought intelligently. but fully understand the full sacrifice. it's difficult to rationalize with uneducated or misinformed masses and countries. sometimes there are few options to consider. somewhere in all of this mess, peace needs to bloom. the underdog known as peace doesn't speak as loudly as the battlecry of war in the short term, but in the long term, the underdog shall continue to reverberate well after the last droplet of blood is shed.
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10 Sep 2007
Crash
Saw the aftermath of a horrific multiple car accident on one of the highways nearby. Basically, all that was left was a blackened, crushed and battered frame of a car which was bent into a guardrail and facing the opposite direction of traffic. I saw a bunch of ambulances leaving the scene. There was no way anyone in that car lived. If I would have left my house 30 minutes earlier, that could've been me. Thank you.
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Huh?
Why are you here?! Doctor Kazoo's blog is where all the action's at! Be a hep cat and mosey on over.
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cochlea
My cochlea will never be the same.

Some rules for the songwriter:

1. Do not use a Casio keyboard's rhythm loop in your song...for the whole song. It's not cool. It never was.

2. Pre-requisite for all: look up the word chorus or refrain and write the definition 100 times. Google the word. Wiki it. Make it your mantra.

3. If you can't sing, don't. If you don't know that you can't sing, listen to your one crazy friend that actually has the guts to never lie to you.

4. If an "intro" is longer than a Ramones song, it's too long. All a long intro does is give me a chance to hum a melody line that's probably better than yours when it eventually comes in. It will only disappoint me further.

5. The 80's were 2 decades ago.

6. If you've ever asked someone about your music online and they take a long pause and then type "WTF?!" ...it's time to just stop making music.

7. You can't sing just any notes behind lead vocals. Research harmony, or if you're too lazy, just don't worry about backups.

8. Drum loops are okay sometimes, but sometimes, well, sometime they just aren't okay. And pressing the "Fill-in" key on your Casio won't make it better.

9. While we're talking about drums, if you have a live drummer, randomly throw bricks at him during rehearsal. Eventually they become aware that they are part of a group and hopefully stop doing their sloppy fills every bar and a half.

10. Don't make my ears bleed.
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ups
Thought these were funny... btw, Does anyone else call them not by the letters, but by the word: ups (like the opposite of downs)? I know, it's not that clever, but still.

After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe
sheet," which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The
mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form,
and then pilots review the gripe sheet before the next flight.

Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here
are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by UPS' pilots
(marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by
maintenance engineers. By the way, UPS is the only major airline that
has never, ever, had an accident.

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.
S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in cockpit
S: Something tightened in cockpit

P: Dead bugs on windshield.
S: Live bugs on back-order.

P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent
S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
S: Evidence removed.

P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
S: DME volume set to more believable level.

P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
S: That's what friction locks are for.

P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.
S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

P: Suspected crack in windshield.
S: Suspect you're right.

P: Number 3 engine missing.
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

P: Aircraft handles funny. (I love this one!)
S: Aircraft warned to: straighten up, fly right, and be serious.

P: Target radar hums.
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

P: Mouse in cockpit.
S: Cat installed.

P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget
pounding on something with a hammer.
S: Took hammer away from midget.
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Jihad
This song is climbing the charts in the Middle East!

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01 Sep 2007
Experiment 1
Let's try an experiment. Make me a promise that you'll try it, no matter what! Be a guinea pig. You only have to do it once and if it sucks, then come back and write a reply about how much it sucked and how much you hate me for wasting your time.

Go to this website and have it generate 1 random number from the following 7 days of this month. For example, today is the 1st of the month. So I entered from 2-8, and it generated the number 6. It turns out to be a Thursday. Write your day down or mark the day on your calendar with the word "Experiment."

You need to set aside time for the experiment. It doesn't matter what time you start, but if it involves getting a babysitter or missing part of your routine for the day, then so be it.

On this day, you will grab your keys, maybe some money and exit your house. Do not even begin to think about what you are going to do. Don't have a plan. You may decide to just start walking in a direction. Or maybe you'll decide to drive or ride a bike. It doesn't really matter. Do not try to rationalize a decision. This isn't about what you want to do. Use your intuition and then just start going somewhere.

Once you get started, something will happen. It's life - something always happens! Unless you are deprived of all 5 senses, you will experience something! Try not to stop somewhere you've been before. You don't even have to stop, but if you do, stop someplace randomly. The point is to do something you normally wouldn't do. Perhaps you'll wind up going for a stroll in a park, visiting a new store, talking with someone at a bus stop, or simply walking down a street you've never been down before. The possibilites really are endless. Heighten your senses. Look around you, listen, touch things, sniff the air. You might even buy a brownie from a sweet shop on some corner. Taste life.

When your experiment is over, come back here and tell me what happened. What did you experience? Even if you just walked around the block, got bored and came back home, tell me! I want to know.

It appears I'll be doing my experiment on Thursday, so if no one winds up doing it, I'll still share what happened on my day. Have fun, my lab rats.
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27 Aug 2007
Plus, there’s no air there


Let's try this again since my last player kept messing up! I know I can't carry a tune in a bucket, a box, a cart, a bag...or even if I had 10 arms. But that's not the point here. I recorded this song for a child I read about on the internet. His story was heartbreaking and affected me in a way that still makes me shudder when I think about it. He was battling cancer. I know he was in excruciating pain at times. I wanted to meet him just to cheer him up and tell him how brave he is. I never got the chance because he unfortunately passed away. This song is dedicated to him and all the courageous kids who are cheated out of life undeservingly.
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21 Aug 2007
Full
I am full.
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20 Aug 2007
the long and winding road
Hear me out on this one, it's good! I'm so tired, but I had to write this. I want to tell you that I have more investigating to do, but I think I've stumbled upon something profound. The Beatles have had their share of mystery and intrigue, especially after they broke up. Paul without shoes on the Abbey Road cover, hidden clues in Revolution 9, Yoko Ono, and Ringo's secret camel pornography dungeon (ok, I made that one up)...well they all have nothing on this mystery I discovered! Don't pass me by on this one. I'll get you to believe.

It all starts with a kangaroo. Wait! Wait! Wait! Please, I URGE you! I'm serious this time. Hear me out. It won't be long... I promise, there's a big payoff! This might even break into Rolling Stone if I'm lucky. Ok, so the kangaroo. Check out this connection. A kangaroo is a marsupial. Marsupials are mammals in which the female typically has a pouch, right? Well, that doesn't matter because we're talking about the male. The male, amazingly, has a two-pronged you-know-what which corresponds to the female's two you-know-whats. It's twice the fun! Who needs to buy love when you've got a doubled-pronged hooha? Anyway, that has nothing to do with what I'm talking about, but it was too awesome not to share. Okay, so the male kangaroo usually boxes. No, not with gloves. Stop for a second and be serious. They use sparring mittens. Nah, I'm just kidding! I don't even think they exist. YOU started this silliness. Stop getting me distracted.

The male kangaroo boxes with other males for fun, dominance, or....competing with a mate. We all know that George Harrison and Eric Clapton had a secret feud for Pattie Boyd. (That girl had the devil in her heart.) They were "boxing," if you will. Mike Tyson boxes, right? What's Mike's nickname in the ring? Iron! Yes, "Iron" Mike. That was just an easy one to throw at you...the real connection is Muhammad Ali. He boxes, too. He met the Beatles back in February of 1973. Paul told him that he wants to hold his glove. I've got a feeling that he wasn't serious. Now do you remember that infamous photo of Ali punching George to the side of the head?? He was a bad boy. Go google it. Look VERY closely in that photo. Notice something out of place?? Yes, Ringo is the only one wearing a shirt that says something on it. What does it say?? You'll have to download a good copy of the photo and zoom in on his shirt. You might even have to fix it up so it's readable. Ok, when you find out what it says, let me know, because I'm dying to find out.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.. back to the mystery. Where was I? Oh yeah, Muhammad Ali! He boxes and you know who else boxes? "Iron" Mike Tyson. YES!! The guy that makes the chicken! Yummy! So Mike Tyson boxes, but you know who else boxes in a way? George Harrison and Eric Clapton!!! YES! Over Pattie Boyd. But not anymore, because George is dead and that whole thing was settled a long time ago. They were "boxing" in competition for her just like kangaroos do!! Did I mention the thing about their wangers? That's awesome, isn't it? I know what you're thinking, we just made a big circle here...he hasn't proven anything...what a waste of time. Oh, but wait, it gets better.

Kangaroos can be nervous mammals, especially when frightened. I guess any mammal is nervous when they're frightened...what kind of statement is that?? I'm sorry, I stated the obvious, but I digress. When they are in this state of being, they are in haste. Now follow me on this one. You know the song "Let It Be?" Well, you should just let this be, because it ain't going anywhere! No, just kidding! What's the first word of that song? LET! And what's the last word of that song? BE!! Kangaroos are in haste when they are in the middle of things!!! That is the trifecta!!! IT ALL COMES TOGETHER!

Don't you see now?! Don't you understand?! I've unraveled it all for you! The Ultimate Beatles Mystery Unsolved!

What?

You still don't get it?

Ok. Let me spell it out for you. The word that's first is LET, "haste" is in the middle, and BE is the last word. Put them together: LET HASTE BE!

Do you get it? Ask me why I did this, and I'd say I'm looking through you.

P.S. I love anagrams

The end
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18 Aug 2007
What is irony? It’s how a blonde describes the weights at a gym.
I've actually been thinking about these for a while now and decided to compile and share them.

Sometimes, there are times in life where unfortunate circumstances unravel fortune at the same time. Just as this is true, we also find times of harmony riddled with treachery. These are what I like to refer to as convenient inconveniences (or inconvenient conveniences). They surpass your average case of irony. The metaphor: What do you do when you see the cup is half full, but it's not filled with something you want to drink?

Feel free to reply with your own! Here's 10 of mine that I could remember:

Falling, but while on the ground, you notice a ten dollar bill.

Spilling a drink on paper towels.

Injuring yourself inside a hospital.

Scoring a goal after the ball hits off your face.

Waiting in a long line at a convenience store.

Getting a papercut from the band-aid wrapper.

Being allergic to Kleenex.

A murder in a morgue.

Tripping over crutches.

Getting stranded on an island with Tom Hanks.
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16 Aug 2007
Not much time...I’m sorry.
Well, I don't know how to say this. I don't even know why I'm writing this in a blog. Today is officially the worst day of my life. A few weeks ago, at the request of my doctor, I had some tests done at a nearby hospital because I had some lingering dizziness. It wasn't anything major at the time and I thought it was probably just from not eating right or not getting enough sleep. I felt fine when I took the tests, too. Days went by, and I still had a little bit of dizziness, but definitely manageable. Well, I got a phone call today. I was told to come in so I could speak with the doctors. I got really nervous because I figured that's only when they have bad news to tell you. But you know, I'm young. I feel invincible. Surely, nothing's wrong with me.

To cut to the chase, the doctor told me I have what's called oligodendroglioma. Basically it's a malignant brain tumor. I'm still in shock and I don't think any of it registered yet. The doctor rambled on about treatments and wants me to come back for a consultation with a specialist. I've been in a daze ever since. I'm sorry to drop the bomb on everyone this way, but I just wanted to let you know so you no one worries about why I'm not around much now.

Also, one more thing before I leave.

I actually don't have a tumor. I lied to prove a point that the feeling you had when you were reading this, whether it was feeling sorry for me, maybe wanting to help me in some way, maybe wishing you had written or stayed in touch with me more often, maybe thinking of others that you love but haven't spent much time with...that feeling of being at a loss when you feel like you could've done more...this is your chance to grab someone you love and tell them that life is uncertain, but your love and appreciate for them IS certain. Take the time to reach out to someone who might be in need - a family member, a friend, a MySpace friend, someone you haven't spoken to a while. Don't let time slip away. Please, for my brain's sake.
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EAP
What is there to say about Elvis that already hasn't been said? Not many people have impacted our world in the way that he did. A perfect amalgam of timing, talent, and tuna fish put him into our hearts forever. Okay, maybe not the tuna fish, but the other two "T" words, definitely. Today marks the 30th year after his death. Notice I didn't use the word anniversary. That words connotes a feeling of celebration, and it seems inappropriate to celebrate someone's death. Anyway, here's to you, King. At one point today, sway your hips in memory.
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Bag of blood
I gave blood. It was weird seeing my own bag of blood hanging there. But I got free fig newtons and cranberry juice! I also got a red water bottle that says "Be the type that cares. Be a blood donor!" Finally, I got this nifty bandage that matched my shirt. BONUS!



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14 Aug 2007
Free cookies
I'm going to give blood tomorrow because blood is most often in short supply during these summer months.. Everyone tends to think it is stored all over the world in hundreds of blood banks and the supply will always be readily available. The truth is that this is not so. The supply is shockingly low. It is constantly being used and the number of donors is quite small. If a horrible tragedy occured and blood was badly needed by a large number of people, we might not be able to provide help. And donating during or after a time like this would be too late.

Giving a pint of blood saves up to 3 lives and takes roughly 45 minutes of your time (4-15 minutes for the actual donation). And keep in mind that you can donate about once every 2 months. If everyone that was eligible donated every 2 months for 1 year, that would be...um, a lot of blood! ..maybe enough to use in a Sam Raimi film!

Some benefits (borrowed from Wiki):
Donating blood may reduce the risk of heart disease for men and stimulate the generation of red blood cells.
Anecdotally, elderly people in good health have reported feeling invigorated by giving blood on a regular basis.
Other incentives are sometimes added by employers, usually time off for the purposes of donating. Blood centers will also sometimes add incentives such as assurances that donors would have priority during shortages or other programs. Other incentives may include prize drawings for donors and rewards for organizers of successful drives.
It'll make you feel good about helping out.
So, if you're like me, and don't have much of the green stuff, donate the red stuff!

This PSA was made possible through The Feed the Vampires Foundation. Dracula is hungry.
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12 Aug 2007
fontana in motion
I mean let's face it. ANYONE with a blog is a little self-centered. I'll admit to it. I think I'm important, whether anyone realizes it or not.
On that note, I'm going to start a weekly video blog here. I think it would be fun. I'll try to make it interesting, but I hold no promises.
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11 Aug 2007
10 yrs. ago & Mars Attacks still rules!
..digging through some vintage files of mine and found some gems here. This one is from 10 yrs ago, so I guess the lock and seal on it has expired. It's now declassified! It is a log I kept toward the end of my relationship with my girlfriend at the time. I was at a point where I couldn't resolve any conflicts with her through verbal means, so I started keeping a record of our disputes and her insanity (some of which were downright hilarious in retrospect). I tend to think I'm a very easy person to get along with, but no matter what I did or said to her, it was disasterous! I've dashed out all names and businesses to protect the innocent. I apologize for the shorthand and spelling. Oh, and in case anyone was wondering, we split shortly after the last entry...surprise, surprise.

Here we go...
Thought I lied about my money [tried to talk to her, didn't care about understanding what I had to say, just how she thinks I lied]
Beach-jellyfish-didn't go in the water [apologized, and suggested other things to do, ignored me, and said "then why the hell did we come here for?"]
Didn't watch Mars Attacks [tried to explain that I wanted to watch it with her, and I thought it was rude to start a phone conversation and then watch another program on tv when we made these plans to watch it, but I don't think she cared because she got to watch what she wanted]
Won't talk to me for unknown reason-spent all day at work, ignored me,
went jogging by herself, went out with ------- [tried really hard to find out what was wrong, what did I do wrong, but she didn't want me to touch her, speak to her, or even be in the same room as her. - still never found out why]
Brought up money thing again, presumed I didn't look for job [tried to explain that I didn't lie about the $ again, but now she wears a smirk feeling that she has this on me now that I lied / told her that I spent a good part of the day looking for a job, and found a good possiblity that I can be hired at ------, but she didn't comend me for any of it, still just looking for the things I do wrong so she can have a reason to be upset]
Presumes I didn't call [possible new job] [told her I called, she left it at that]
Tries to make me lie to ---- to cover for her when she is very strict about me lying in general [tried to explain how obviously that didn't make sense, but she still tried to put up a defense]
Continues to fib, lie (whatever) to friends about me, her, etc. (told ---- we went out and missed her call, when she just screened her call Then turn the things I did that she orignally got extremely upset at into a funny matter to friends. - dropping fish (and still blames me for it)
Upset over not spending time with her as soon as she comes in - ? Then tries to make plans with -----. Finally decided for me that I'll go play basketball while her, ----, and my mom go out to the pet store (which we originally had planned to do together), take a $20 from me, and go buy a tank, gravel, and possible other stuff. Leaves upset when I told her how I felt, but she obviously made new plans (excluding me) , so I told her that she shouldn't break anymore plans and to just go without me. For some reason, she didn't want me with her.
Uses phone, and has friends from ----- call late night, wakes me up, asked if she could have them call before 11 or 11:30 so as not to wake me, or if she could talk to them on the weekends - she got upset saying "these are my friends, I should be able to talk to them whenever I want, they don't have that much free time where they can talk to me" So she continues to have late night conversations.
Gets mad because I talked to ---- and ----- about her in ------ drinking at a party because ---- brought up how he doesn't like how ------ does it. She didn't want me talking to them about us, yet she later says when the carnival- -----&----- fight happened, that we need friends to talk to when this happens-conflicting with her getting mad at me for talking to my friends.
She said that I shouldn't work at ------ because it didn't pay enough for the apartment and everything else, I understood, but told her it should be enough, but if it wasn't I'd get another job as well. As for now, I'd look into busing jobs. She got upset anyway, threatening to go home because we can't have the apartment. I said that we could get help from my mom with laundry, food, phone bill, and anything else, but she said whats the point of getting an apartment? Later, after talking to dad, says she was being selfish, and her dad would give her $150/mo. to help - The same idea as mine but with my mom! She said my mom was already doing enough.
Hits herself and makes a loud noise while I'm sleeping, I ask what happened, she yells saying, "You don't even care if I'm allright?", Later she thought I was making fun of her and not asking what happened. - no apology.
Forget it! I can't keep up with all this! Why wash shit off of myself when I know it will be right back on me again?
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10 Aug 2007
Which Beatle Song Character Am I?
Don't know if I agree with this, but here it is anyway...
My score on The Beatles Song Character Test:
The Walrus
(You scored 35 shyness, 16 bitterness, 45 moral, and 43 eccentric!)
You are the Walrus, from Magical Mystery Tour! People may think of you as something of an oddball. In truth, you like confusing people. You are playful and mischevious. "Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come. Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday. Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob." - 'I Am The Walrus'
The Beatles Song Character Test
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09 Aug 2007
Einstein’s Error
Einstein's Stupid Idea:
Gµv – ?g = - ? (Tµv – 1/2gµvT)

THE COSMOLOGICAL CONSTANT: LAMBDA In 1917 Einstein published an equation that described an expanding universe. But he inserted a fudge factor called lambda to allow the equation to describe a static universe. In 1929 Edwin Hubble found that the universe is, in fact, expanding. See? Einstein had a stupid idea. Everyone knows that lambda doesn't exist. He probably just made it up. What the hell was he thinking?
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08 Aug 2007
2 more
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Pointlessness
You have nothing better to do than read my blog? Seriously? You are sitting there, reading this because it is your no. 1 priority? I can't believe it. Are you really that bored? You really care what I have to say? Are you actually still reading right now even after all this? How much longer will you continue reading this? There must be a trillion websites out there and right now you are focused on my stupid little blog. Do I feel special? No. I'm shocked that you are still reading. Are you a curious person? Need to know what I write? Maybe you don't really care about this blog and you are reading it by accident. It sucked you in because you're addicted to blogs? I could write anything right now and you'd keep reading. I could insult you if I wanted and you'd just keep going, wouldn't you? What? Do you think just because I'm not addressing anyone in particular that it's not YOU that I'm personally insulting? Well, think again. I am insulting YOU and not the person that read this before you or after you. YOU are the idiot still reading this. You are ugly. There, I've said it. Yes, it's true. Ugly as a dog. Go look in the mirror. Doesn't it make you cringe? How can you live with yourself. Still here? Why? Why are you stalking me? Do you think I write these blogs specifically for you? I don't. Am I here to entertain you? Once, I was at the store and this lady dropped a can of olives. The olive jar broke and spilled the olives all over the place. Then, out of nowhere...NO, this isn't a story. It's just further proof that you'd read anything even if it was made up. Don't think that just because you've skimmed over some of this that it doesn't make you any less ugly. Am I taking this blog too far? I don't care. Maybe I do and I'm just saying I don't. You never know on the internet. Ok, ok. I'm sorry. I DO want you to keep reading. I'm sorry I called you an idiot and a dog. I really didn't mean it. I was upset. Well, honestly, I didn't have anything to write and I didn't want to disappoint anyone, so I started writing. That's how pathetic I am. I'm the ugly one. I'm woofing right now. I'm craving attention. Please, I hope at least one person is still reading. Oh no, I hope people still read after this one. I need to make the next one really good. I was thinking...I don't like how you can always tell when the end of a blog is coming because you can see the end. You can see the empty space and your eyes know it's coming. Maybe I should just loop some of this blog so you don't know when it'll end until you realize that it's a loop. Yes, I'm experimentally blogging. Leave me alone, it's not a stupid idea! Whoa, my first exclamation mark! OH, another one! And another! Will I use one at the end of THIS sentence! YES! YIPPEE! Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive. Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive. Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive. Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive. Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive. Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive. Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive. Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive. Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive. Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive. Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive. Now I'm wondering if I'll use more exclamation marks that questions marks! What do you think!? Whoa, I used both!! TWO that time! What? Isn't this stupid? Well, Einstein had a lot of stupid ideas. You just don't hear about them. Maybe that'll be my next blog. I'll report back to you about one of Einstein's stupid ideas. I wonder if he'd blog if he were still alive.
Ok, you've obviously scrolled to see if this is the end, and it is. Bye.
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07 Aug 2007
Anything
If never finds a way to be
And forever falls on your lap
If emptiness sprouts you life
Where dreams become a map
If impossible was finally cracked
And yesterday was rewound
If nothing was all we lacked
The silence would now resound
If death moved out of the way
And the sun beamed through the dark
If our desires were granted today
Our souls would imprint our mark
If finally were to become now
And the seas all stood still
If the moon and stars would allow
The void, our hearts would fill
Everyone will dreams their dreams
Believe, until it's what it seems
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Heights
Few videos have the ability to make me queasy. This was one of them.


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05 Aug 2007
Status Quo
A lot of people ask me how I am. My usual response..."I'm doing good." Rarely, I've actually gone into some detail about how I'm really doing, which I think throws people off. Sometimes I don't think they necessarily wanted to know. Of course, the question is an ice breaker meant to lead to more conversation. It can be awkward to start a conversation with something too specific. For instance, you'd never walk up to someone and say, "Hey, you do look like Matthew Modine!" You'd have to ease your way in, set it up, think of a segue, then bang it out. Example: "Hey, how are you doing? I haven't seen you in a while. Yeah, I'm doing good, too. Oh, we were talking about you last night. We were watching this movie with Matthew Modine in it, and we all agreed that you do look like Matthew Modine!" Intelligent conversation can be exhausting, but nonetheless, it is an art.
Anyway, the real reason for this entry is to address how I'm really doing...physically. I'll take this time to note here what's ailing me. What pain am I experiencing? What am I currently doing to treat it? Maybe those reading can help me. Maybe you have some home remedy that could be the cure to my disease. Maybe I'll have fun rubbing garlic powder behind my ears and jumping up and down on rock salt with one foot. Who knows?
I guess let's start with the most problematic and work downward from there. There's not much, but here it goes:
1. I have chronic pain in my right shoulder that's been lingering for about a year and a half now. I'm not 100% certain how I got it, but my best guess would be the lugging of my very heavy cymbal bag to hundreds of gigs and practices for the past 12 years. The shoulder strap dug right in where the current pain exists. The constant pain is tolerable, but the flare ups can be a bit too much. I've tried hot packs, cold packs, rubbing it, and avoiding strenuous lifting with it. Nothing seems to work. Acupuncture might be a possibility. Is it expensive? Does anyone think it would work?
2. Currently, I have a sunburn, but that's my own fault. It's on my arms, shoulders, face and back. I'd say of all the sunburns I'd had, I'd rate this one a 6.5 or 7. I'm treating it with an aloe gel. (Maybe accupuncture wouldn't be an option for 1 for a little while.)
3. I have about 12 or so mosquito bites in various areas on my legs and arms. I'm using a lotion called Calahist to treat it.
4. I have allergies. For the most part, they're under control now, but it's something I've never really had all my life. A few month ago, it was fairly bad whenever I did the routine yard work. I don't take anything for them because the symptoms usually don't last very long. I'll have a sneezing attack, then I'll splash water on my face and about a 1/2 hour later, I'm fine.
5. As mentioned in a previous blog, I have a blood blister on my left hand. It doesn't hurt at all. It just feels like a callus now. Mostly, it's only a superficial injury, but it is annoying to look at.
Well, that's honestly all I can think of for now. Oh, when I eat bananas, I get an itchy throat for about 20 minutes. Does that happen with anyone else? Yeah, so that's it.
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Cells
My rants on cell phones:
1. More people have them than really need them.
2. How come most of the time, when you call someone's cell, they don't answer?
3. Text messaging is overrated.
4. When someone cuts you off in traffic, it's frustrating, yet when you find out they are on a cell phone, frustration becomes rage.
5. How come people with the most annoying ringers have the volume up to the max?
6. I bet more people have recorded videos of fights with them than using them in an emergency.
7. If you see a 5 yr. old with one, immediately find the parent and slap them.
8. I bet the vibrate function is more popular with women than with men.
9. Eventually, I think there will be more cell phones than humans.
10. If Beethoven was still alive, would anyone tell him how horrible the sound quality of his ringers were?
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04 Aug 2007
NOT the father of Jesus
I'm a big fan of Maury's "Not the Father" episodes, so this was too hilarious to pass up!

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03 Aug 2007
Growing Up
There once was this small boy who grew up in a small town...a town VERY similar to the one I grew up in. He's was a boy I knew quite well. He was quite shy. He got nervous any time the focus was on him, yet he wanted to be popular. He enjoyed sports and being active. He was a cute kid that all the older girls giggled over, yet the girls his age didn't pay much attention to him.
One day, he was riding on his rollerblades around town. He was on a mission, though. There was this one girl he really liked. He didn't have a solid plan, but he was going to keep riding back and forth in front of her house. Maybe he was hoping that she would notice him and perhaps talk to him. He also brought a secret weapon: his camera. If she didn't talk to him, he wanted to at least get a picture of her so he can have it forever and look at her whenever he wished.
He rode back and forth in front of her house a few times. He was trying to look cool, jumping up off the curb and doing little tricks. Finally, he looked up and saw the door to her house creak open. He got soooo excited! Finally, after all this time. She didn't say anything while he passed, so he got into position to take the picture. He strolled up onto the sidewalk.
Just then, I jumped out from the bushes and punched him right in the face and said, "Stop stalking my girlfriend, bitch!"
Good times.
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Thanks, Jack.
"When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven and pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, ummmm, boy!"
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02 Aug 2007
MyCatSpace
Finally! My cat let me on the computer. She wouldn't let me on because she was busy building her MyCatSpace page.
Click Here to view it.
There's also one for all you dog lovers: MyDogSpace
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01 Aug 2007
Stunt Driving and Smog

This accident happened in front of the house I grew up in. The town is one of the smallest in New Jersey and the streets are all 25 mph. The roads are narrow and winding, so most people actually go the speed limit here, or sometimes less. This lady was obviously speeding and not paying attention. I didn't think it would be possible to flip a car in this town, but I guess I was wrong!
Speaking of cars, my car seems to be working for the time being. However, it's always unnerving to hear "so if this thing comes loose, you'll all-of-a-sudden have no brakes." Nice. Plus my wipers stopped working again, so on rainy days, I'm the idiot pulling the string which is connected to the blades. There's a long list of other problems with my car, too. Before my brakes were "fixed" (boy, if there was ever a perfect use of quotes, that was it), I was prepared to ride my bike the 5 miles to work. When I was searching for a job, I made sure it was fairly close for that particular reason. I know I'm on borrowed time.
Not much else to say today. There was an air quality alert today, which is a nice way of saying there's too much smog - stay inside. So I decided not to go jogging...but I still might go just before sundown. I might see if those kids are playing baseball again and pay them a visit. I should carry a tennis ball with me and show it to them and smile. That would be great!
Anyway, thanks for listening.
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31 Jul 2007
Hey, Woman, Running...
Yes, I was referred to as a woman.....again. I was jogging my normal route as usual. I start to pass this school which has a sunken court where a bunch of teens were playing baseball with a tennis ball.
The hunched over pitcher looks intently at the eager batter. There's a fire in his eyes mixed with deep concentration. A bead of sweat drips from the tip of his nose, falls in slow motion and splashes onto the sizzling hot asphalt. I could hear the sloppy chewing of bubblegum from the girls on the side who should have been wearing way more than they were. The smell of barbeque from the house across the street must have been tormenting the players from deciding whether to finish their game or run home to devour their mom's cooking.
The pitcher has finally decided the pitch that will end that batter's turn. He achingly begins his windup and in less-than-perfect form he hurls the dirty, green, fuzzball straight down his line of sight. A better pitch? Yes, it could have been thrown. But for these kids, it was all they had. The batter took a monstrous swing with his eyes closed, throwing all his weight into the ball. There was a small thud when the ball made contact with the bat, yet the whole crowd swore they hear a loud CRACK! The ball reversed directions and then curved a beautiful arc right over the side fence. With no regard to the parked cars, the battered fuzzball bounced off an SUV and an old, rusty Honda falling out of view by the curb.
And then I heard it. "Hey, woman, running. Get the ball!" I heard mumbling and slight laughter. Yes, I have long hair. Yes, I've wanted a haircut for about 6 months now. But wait. Do I have manboobs, too? Do I really look like a woman? Or was this "foul" kid just being obnoxious. I continued running without acknowledgement. Then the left-fielder tried another approach. "Excuse me, could you get our ball right there." I continued to ignore them. Besides, I was still contemplating my manboobs. I didn't even see the ball anyway. I heard them start to get angry. Their mumbling soon faded away though as I trekked down the sidewalk.
I looked in the mirror. I don't think I have manboobs. But you know what? It's definitely time to get a haircut.
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30 Jul 2007
Fire at Fontana’s
I have a blood blister at the bottom of my ring finger on my left hand. I researched blood blisters because I don't recall ever having one before. Two articles tell me two opposite things. One told me NEVER to pop the blister because of infection. The other tells me to pop it to drain the blood out. Did I research for a third article?? No. Of course not. I went with my intuition and left it alone. But now it's been about a week or so and it's still there. It's annoying. Go away, stupid thing.
I got it from using a mattock. I was trying to remove a very large tree stump from my yard. At the same time, I thought it would be good exercise as well since I'm still without a weight bench. I hacked away not making too much progress but enough to want to continue. I figured it would take a few weeks of daily chopping to get it grinded down where I want it. Anyway, when I decided to stop, I look at my hand and notice the blood blister there. Did I wear gloves?? NO. Of course not.
But let's go back before the mattock. There I was crouched by the stump pouring lighter fluid on it. I strike a match and poof! It's ablaze! I thought I'd just burn the hell out of it until it was brittle enough to chop up. The flame slowly became less and less. So, I squirted some more lighter fluid. POOF! All of a sudden, I hear a cry from across the street, "Oh my God! A fire over there!" I quickly popped up and waved over to my neighbor, "No, no! Just me!" I lifted up my fire extinguisher to show him that I brought safety, too. He yelled back, "I was about to call the fire department!" Good thing I caught him because I didn't have a fire permit. The flame died away again and I gave up. No progress at all, just a blacked spot where it burned a little. If the firemen came, I would have just said it spontaneously combusted and I ran out to use my fire extinguisher on it. Weird thing (as I kick the lighter fluid behind the bushes).
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Who goes to discos anymore, anyway?
The title of this blog was chosen because it was in my autocomplete and I have NO memory of ever typing it. But memories aside, it does raise a good question. First of all, its full name: discothéque. An awesome word. Is it French? I don't know. I could Google it. I could Google anything, really. My suspicious would lean toward....no. No, it's not French. But I bet that é was thrown in there just to confuse people. It's a trick. The word is English-derived. At least that's my non-Google opinion. I'm sure someone will Google it for me and tell me, but really, I'm perfectly okay with not knowing for sure. Well, part of me wants to know. Okay, so if you want to, go ahead. Ok, let's get back on track. The definition: a nightclub for dancing to live and recorded music. Hmmm. Am I the only one that assumed that discos must play disco music? I mean it doesn't HAVE to have the flashing, colored floor tiles or the disco ball. But I did think that the only prerequisite would be having disco music. I was wrong. So now the ultimate question: Who goes to discos anymore, anyway? I guess a lot of people do because the definition states that discos are just dance clubs. Yet I still ponder about the existance of cult discoers who refer to a true disco as a club that plays disco music. If this is so, then who are these cult discoers and why are they still going to discos? If you are one of the people or know someone who is, please let me know. We need to get to the bottom of this mysterious autocomplete anomaly immediately.
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