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| 11:49am 22/01/2010 |
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Tomorrow it seems is another day- I have a feeling the sun will rise and life will go on.
On the plus side I have nearly reconstructed my electric guitar (it was a cheap pos to begin with- the joy of particle board- so I felt it needed a new body- upgrading to plywood. ha. So from a particle board strat knock off to a semi-hollow Jackson V knock off...), but I still need to find the tuning machines so I can finish rebuilding my acoustic... I rebuilt an old acoustic for Michael- an act which involved using the tuning machines from my guitar (which were originally liberated from the guitar I was rebuilding for the kid). So now I need to find the tuning machines that were originally on my guitar... I found the screws- I would assume that the machines should be somewhere near where the screws were. Ha!
And the reason for the need for functioning guitars? I guess I should finish my birthday song tomorrow.
With all the guitar reconstructions lately I have had to use a lot of bone (for nuts, saddles, and some inlay work), so now I have leftover bone that I can't think of what to do with. The origin of the bone is rather entertaining- my parents' neighbors have large dogs with large bone chewtoys (that look like they've been cut from the thigh bones of cows [or maybe rhinos]), so one of my parents' dogs hops the fence and regularly raids the neighbor's chewtoy stockpile. So I liberated a couple pieces of bone. So, does anyone have any projects that would benefit from bone? I've been having fun carving it and such. Hmm... the bone is about 15 inches long... If I were really bored, I could make stays (for that added touch of authenticity).
I've been having trouble with assorted anxiety and depression and such lately, which of course has lead to a difficulty in sleeping. So of course I've been working on dialing in the right combination of chemicals to normalize my schedule. I find it rather disturbing that four valium, one joint, and two shots of scotch a half hour before bed seems to be the perfect balance- I fall asleep within seconds of going to bed, and [here's the weird part] wake up six hours later... refreshed... I somehow think that maybe that is odd. There are times when I like my body. Though I have discovered that adding two tylenol to that combination causes me to sleep 29 hours straight through.
I've been having weird dreams lately (even when my sleep is not chemically enhanced). So many stange things my subconscious appears to be dealing with. I will be interested to see which ones play out to reality. Knowing my luck... it will be the one that is the most obviously bizzarre. Have you seen a rabbit hole around here anywhere? |
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| 10:27pm 02/01/2010 |
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Wow, so this is what the internet looks like... I seriously need to update, it has been entirely too long. Maybe next time I am online. Though between you and me, my life has been quieter than an uneventful tuesday on the abandoned 4th moon of.... oh, you know the rest. God, I'm so bored... Life, don't talk to me about life. Here I am with a brain the size of... I've been passing the time by composing ditties. |
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| 02:23pm 10/12/2009 |
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There are times I would wish that when women decide to sting they'd at least have the decency to draw blood. |
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| So I was looking for cures |
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| 10:23pm 09/11/2009 |
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I was looking for cures for hiccoughs and learned way too much about them.
For intractable hiccoughs the medical treatment is a drug cocktail of Haldol, Thorazine, and Reglan. While I do find sitting in a chair, drooling, and vaguely watching the walls to be personally entertaining, I am pretty sure that in most cases I would prefer to have the hiccoughs than the drug treatment. Fortunately there is a treatment to be tried prior to resorting to drugs... I looked it up in several sources (including JAMA)...
Digital rectal massage.
No, I didn't sit around fingering my ass until my hiccoughs went away (I don't mind hiccoughs and they usually only last for less than an hour for me, and that doesn't even make it worth looking for the lube). But! It caused me to think.
Christy absolutely hates hiccoughs- to the point of becoming violent and occasionally suicidal if they last for more than an hour. Now with that in mind, and knowing that usually at least once every time I go over to their house she gets the hiccoughs during my visit... So... I just need to remember to take lube with me the next time I crash over there.
"God I hate the hiccoughs!!!!"
"Well... you know... there is a medical treatment that I could perform that will cure them..."
Then I just leave off the "digital" part of the description, and we both come away happy. Well, I come and she's happy (actually... if her body still reacts the way it used to, she comes and is happy). Win-win. |
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| 03:42am 09/11/2009 |
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So it seems that I am going to have to teach the simplest thing in the world. I've got to teach a love to walk on water... Easy, I know. Unfortunately she is the sort of person who believes in reality.
Why am I to do this? Call it a mission from god. I sometimes don't like being given jobs like that... I mean really- someone who hasn't had a lifetime of my influence to have naturally picked up on the basics of how the universe works- how the hell am I supposed to teach the easy stuff to them? I can't just hand over the book and say, "have at it." a little theory and a lot of practice.
The real fun of it all- the usual- teach- show her the meaning of liff, so she can learn to forgive, learn the wonder of miracles, and then move on to find some really great guy to live that ideal dream with.
I think I'm going to need to get away for a while before I try to tackle this one. Any suggestions? Anyone up for a few months of wandering the world while I remember all the things I've fought so hard to forget (so that I could live as a normal human without having that whole automatic miracle thing getting in the way).
On the plus side, I have a feeling that once this job is done my work is finished and I can move on.
For now... sleep. |
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| A Flight of Fancy |
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| 01:34pm 20/10/2009 |
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So there was a time when I went mad and had to know things, so I went on a quest to learn the things I needed to know. It was with great pain that I learned them, and now I am lost in something wholly unexpected and in the dark- radiantly beautiful.
Love (romance), brother, or just a friend- the great question that needed to be found- and the answer became, "I don't know." It's not romantic, but it is loving and intimate beyond words- doomed but filled with hope. Nothing and everything. Beyond the familiar, beyond friends, but not anything. I don't know where I am- just lost. The inner part of me that would protect me demands I seal off the breaches in the walls around my heart- build them higher- nobody gets in! Damn it. But... I can't. I won't. I will wait with my heart open and raw from the wind- I have to. If things were a simple yes/no, the ease of "brother" or "friend", I could. Where am I? I want to know. There is still fear manifold that sometime later today or maybe tomorrow she will say, "away with you my friend. You have not my permission to wait." And with that I will die in that warm place inside myself that does give a damn. But until then I have time for a dream.
My fortune cookie from a couple weeks ago said, "The night of the next new moon will be an extraordinary night for you." I hate it when those things are right. It was extraordinary.
Snow is likely tonight. |
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| 11:33am 11/10/2009 |
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Seven days, five hours. So much to get done, I already feel like I'm running late. |
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| Outdated! My Hairless while ass! |
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| 01:15pm 19/09/2009 |
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Once again I am not exceptionally pleased with Fearless Leader.
So the Eastern European missile defense system that the evil war mongering "Bush Era" drones to the right wing satanist dollar was scrapped by [presumably] Fearless Leader because it is "outdated". So now Russia has graciously decided that the missile deployment system they were going to set up aimed at Poland is also outdated and they will not be installing such technology at this time.
I wonder if Fearless Leader likes the mouth feel of Uncle Vladimir's cock- because he just dropped to his knees and started sucking the first chance he got. |
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| 07:14am 08/09/2009 |
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Rainbow's End
A bright rainbow arched
before a mountain range
and into the deep green
valley below. Coyote had
been trudging for several
miles hoping to find the
jackpot at the end, but
the darned thing just
seemed to keep receding
in front of him. He was
about to give up when
he saw a little man in a green
hat sneaking away from him.
"I'll be damned if it isn't
a leprechaun," said Coyote.
"Where's that gold anyway?"
"No no, you've got me all wrong,"
said the little man. "I'm Noah."
"Yeh sure," said Coyote, "and
Santa Claus is gonna come out
from behind that mountain
riding a hippopotamus."
"Not only are you materialistic,"
said Noah, removing his green hat
and fumbling with it, "you're
sacrilegious. This rainbow doesn't
bring us gold. It brings us God's
promise that the world will never
be flooded again." At that moment
lightning flashed, rain poured down,
and God came thundering around
the mountain wearing a Santa suit
and riding a hippopotamus. "Don't
let the old fart fool you," said God.
"The gold's in his hat." |
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| 08:51am 02/09/2009 |
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"Gah, I don't know why anyone would want to live in Los Angeles."
"Oh? When was the last time the sky did that where you live?" |
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| It's NOT the first yet! |
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| 08:46am 29/08/2009 |
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Dove season doesn't start until the first, but this morning the sun peeking its face over the horizon initiated a hail of gunfire from all directions and the sound of doves fleeing for their lives.
I hunt and fish from time to time so I am not opposed to either- though I am a believer in the stance of "You kill it, you grill it" (and I don't believe in catch and release fishing- I feel it is a dishonor to the fish)- but it does rather annoy me when people don't follow the rules and traditions. September first is opening day of dove season- that is the way it is (and has been for as long as I can remember)- I don't think people should jump the gun just because they have to work opening day. |
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| Opinions are like assholes |
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| 08:06am 29/08/2009 |
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Not having the advantage of [constant] omniscience, I have no base to form an opinion from, but if the words of the stoned Ecuadorian are true I think friends should probably talk to each other about why they don't like each other rather than failing to inform the friend that plans have changed and then catting behind the back of the friend with another friend. From my observation point I think this is especially the case when the third friend earlier in the evening was telling the one that was being talked about that they are sick of the second friend.
Confusing?
You ought to try sorting it out through the sobs, bawling, and near screaming voice of a crying girl at 4 in the morning. |
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| The Chappaquiddick Lifeguard |
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| 03:49am 26/08/2009 |
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As shocking as you may find this [given my political views] I am saddened by the death of cousin Teddy. I was actually surprised that I knew this on was coming... The only reasons I can come up with are either because he'd been a constant opponent through my entire life- so the passionate opposition connected us-, or since he was a shirt-tail cousin's brother-in-law maybe I sensed through the family connection... Either way, I raise my glass to toast the life of a most honored adversary.
Edward Moore "Ted" Kennedy (February 22, 1932 – August 25, 2009) |
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| The funny part |
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| 03:24am 24/08/2009 |
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I learned that the audio player I created cannot be set on random while the computer is connected to a wireless network. Well it can be, and it is humorous when it starts playing random songs from other computers that happen to be using the network, but it gets a little hairy when it starts scanning the internet for music. |
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| On A Plane in Denmark |
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| 03:58pm 23/08/2009 |
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It is not often that I actually have the representatives of major international companies booing me in emails.
In an effort to make flights more entertaining, one of the airlines is considering adding dinner theater to some of their flights. I'm on their mailing list, so I was notified that they are planning this and wanted suggestions for what productions would work being performed on an airplane.
I immediately sent my suggestion- the first thing that came to mind:
Hamlet. |
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