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| correction |
| 06.29.04 (9:10 pm) [edit] |
ok thanks to jengirl for letting me know the first link in Tightlines" wasnt correct. it has been corrected.
enjoy it again...for the first time.
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| Running on Empty |
| 06.28.04 (12:48 pm) [edit] |
I’m up here at Otherlands again. Not too busy this afternoon. I had some lunch, with carrot cake for dessert; I love that icing! The tea was a little funky. Perhaps a midtown hippie blend? They say it’s caffinated but we all know what’s really in it. It might say Lipton on the box but it’s all crescent-fresh on the inside, dude. ;)
This guy in the chair in front of me has the same kind of jeans on and the same kind of shirt. Well mine is a long-sleeved American eagle, thin material that has Pirate Radio on it and my sleeves are rolled up to my elbows. But it’s the same style, just like my other one that has “machine head” or something like that on it. I’m glad I didn’t wear that shirt up here though. I had a new barber cut my hair last Friday. I told him to cut it pretty short all over. I guess I should have given him a more specific adjective than “pretty short” he buzzed me! Well if my hair was any shorter I’d be practically bald and this guy in front of me looks that way…just some fuzz and a goatee and couple days growth of facial hair coming in….we’re almost twinkies. Forgive me for the use of the gay term twinkies.
Emily just called. “hey, what’s up?” Me= “Nothin, sitting up here at Otherlands.”
Emo=”People watchin?” Me= “yup and bloggin.” Emo= “you suck, hey you gotta work tonight?” Me= yup, why?” Emo: “Me Nathan and Mark are going to go see Fahrenheit 9/11 tonight.” Me: “you suck, can you get me a free pass I wanna go see it this week.”….blah blah blah “ok see ya tomorrow night at trivia.”
Ok now I lost my train of blogginess…you suck Emily! Oh my hair cut….yeah it’ll grow back. I have run out of good blog topics lately. I think working 2 jobs has kept my mind too busy to come up with anything good. I don’t care for talking much about work, I have no personal life to speak of and I refuse to get too political on here…sooo….I need some help from my readers. Is there any topic you guys would like me to talk about? My opinions? My good ole friend Kim has ceased to visit the blogs ever since the whole minx invasion a few months ago. I miss her comments and her guest blogging was very helpful and insightful. But keep a look out for a new guest blog host in the near future. I’m on the hunt for one.
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| What Are We Waiting For? |
| 06.28.04 (12:46 pm) [edit] |
No one likes us, I don’t know why.
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try.
And all around even our old friends put us down,
Let’s drop the big one and see what happens!
We give them money but are they grateful?
No! they’re spiteful and they’re hateful.
They don’t suspect us so let’s surprise them,
We’ll drop the big one and pulverize them!
Asia’s too crowded and Europe’s too old,
Africa’s far too hot and Canada’s too cold
South America……stole our name!
Let’s drop the big one there’ll be no one left to blame [us].
We’ll save Australia, don’t wanna hurt no kangaroos.
Build an all American amusement park there, they got surfing too!
BOOM goes London…BOOM Pareee.
There’s more room for you and more room for me.
And every city the whole world round well it’ll just be another American town!
Oh how peaceful it’ll be, we’ll set everybody free!
It’ll be a Japanese kimono for you baby, and Italian shoes for me!
They all hate us anyhow, so let’s drop the big one now,
Let’s drop the biiiiiiiiiiiiiig onnnnnnnnnnnne nowwwwwwwwwwww!
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| Tightlines and Good Fishin! |
| 06.28.04 (12:44 pm) [edit] |
Well, it’s another Monday here in Memphis. Monday mornings to me mean one thing, AFLAC district meetings at the region office. One building down from the great floaty-man himself, Tony. But the good thing is we don’t have cubicles :op We sit around the conference room, hand out awards for associates who reached certain sales marks, talk about new contests going on, then we break up into districts and have those meetings. This morning I had to take care of some problems that came up with a group I serviced with Al Hrutkey. (RUT-key). I wish I had a picture phone so I could snap a shot of him and post it. He best reminds me of Bob Slydell, one of the “Bob” consultants from office space. Check the pics on the link to get a good idea.http://www.johncmcginley.com/... He dresses very similar, suspenders, mustache, glasses, the whole 9 yards. Al has a deep voice and a noticeable Yankee accent (he hails from PA). When he laughs it sounds like the stereotypical salesman chortle. Sort of like that one commercial when the cardboard salesman is standing there and the message on the tape says “GREAT! 500 IT IS!”
Here’s kinda how it sounds, listen to the bob’s laugh.http://www.bullshitjob.com/of... Some of his favorite sayings are “golly”- “gee whiz”- holy cow”- “for Pete’s sake” and I think I heard him once say “jiminy Christmas”! His favorite farewell phrase to me in the office is “Tight lines and good fishin!” I guess he says that because he knows I am an avid fisherman. He has such a good way of relating to people in a “salemany” kind of way.
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| I Love This Bar |
| 06.27.04 (8:40 pm) [edit] |
This would be such a cool idea...if only it could be reality.
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/kunstbar.shtml" title="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/kunstbar.shtml" target="_blank"http://www.ebaumsworld.com/ku...
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| 5000! |
| 06.25.04 (9:57 am) [edit] |
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woohoo! My blog has been viewed 5000 times! thanks.
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| Good News For SheSpecis and Scubadiva |
| 06.25.04 (9:56 am) [edit] |
Looks like Denver/Boulder made #1 on the list of best cities for singles. Atlanta was #4. Good luck girls!!
http://home.businesswire.com/portal/site/google/in dex.jsp?ndmViewId=news_view&n ewsId=20040624005491&news Lang=en" title="http://home.businesswire.com/portal/site/google/in dex.jsp?ndmViewId=news_view&n ewsId=20040624005491&news Lang=en" target="_blank"http://home.businesswire.com/...
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| I'm Feelin' Smurfy |
| 06.24.04 (9:28 pm) [edit] |
I went out making cold calls with Al Hrutkay(RUT-key) this afternoon downtown. Al is a goofy looking sales associate who I plan to do a blog on in the near future. But while doing some online research for media i could use to describe him I got caught up in some other things.
This animation/song medley is freaky enough to be one of my weird dreams. Just when you get into the groove of the music it goes on another tangent. I would suggest you not listen to this if you are in your office at work. but feel free to dance. http://www.ebaumsworld.com/th...
this one just destroyed my childhood memories of thundercats. again caution..language http://www.ebaumsworld.com/th...
and this is pretty cool too. it's ok to play this one in the office :)
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/honda-ad.html" title="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/honda-ad.html" target="_blank"http://www.ebaumsworld.com/ho...
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| More KleptoBlogginess |
| 06.23.04 (12:20 pm) [edit] |
Snatched this from Mat(door from hell)'s blog.
I am President ellis Flow
http://www.playerappreciate.com/pimphandle.asp" title="http://www.playerappreciate.com/pimphandle.asp" target="_blank"http://www.playerappreciate.c...
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| Dreamhouse Part 3 |
| 06.22.04 (11:22 am) [edit] |
Now to the reason why I introduced these 2 houses. Even though I have not set foot in one since 1986 and the other since 1992 I have always had dreams that take place in them. As far back as I can remember anytime I am in a house in my dreams it is one of these 2 houses; even though I have lived in about 5 or 6 houses in my life while my family moved around since 1987. Each dream is vivid in color, sound, touch, sound, and even smell. Last night was the most bizarre of all. My paternal granddad past away in august 2001 and in my dream it was present day; I was in the old house. A large number of police cars and fire trucks came screaming down the highway in pursuit of an old man in a Chevy pickup truck. It was my granddad. I told him he was supposed to be dead but he said he had faked his death to avoid the government so he wouldn’t have to pay taxes anymore. But they found him in town that day and he shot at a policeman and now they were chasing him. One policeman walked in and talked him into giving up, signing a check to pay for what he owed and as soon as he did he died right there in the kitchen. I woke up kinda disturbed but no more than any other dream I suppose. Well I fell asleep once again and this time I was at the house again. I was in the bathroom; the drawer was pulled back so when mom came to tell me the funeral was ready she tried to open the door and bumped her head. I got my tie straightened and put on my coat and walked out into the living room. The coffin was in a circle of folding chairs. Some soft church organ music was playing over the speakers in the ceiling. Once we all got seated the group began to sing amazing grace. I kept glancing into the coffin and thought I saw my granddad moving. A hand twitched once then a nose wiggled, a finger bent, his eyes squinted. But he was dead this time….no question about it. After amazing grace was completed, all the long slow verses, the organ music began again. But it didn’t last for long. All of a sudden some kind of hip hop music started to play. No lyrics just a heavy beat and synthesized melodies. I said what is this crap!!?? I heard a woman scream, turned around just in time to see my granddad sit up and crawl out of the coffin. He said, “If no one else is going to turn that nonsense off I will!” People screamed, gasped, fainted, ran out of the door, and hid under chairs. I told myself this was just another dream, it couldn’t be happening, it’s not possible. But it was so vivid, the colors, the sounds…even when he hugged me I could feel how hard he wrapped his arms around me. I backed away and told him he was a dream. I backed up against the front door and opened it. I said, “I have to get out of this dream! This isn’t real! Let me go!” something was holding me in there even though I was standing away from everyone. I yelled and grunted and pulled away as hard as I could and fell out of the door thinking as soon as I did I would be awake. Well I thought I was right. I thought I was awake. I could hear myself still yelling and realizing it was over. But I was still in the old house’s living room. This time it was darker and a little boy came up to me and mocked my yelling and laughed. He said “matt what were you doing in there? Something had a hold of you!”
Then I woke up. For real this time. So what does that all mean? Am I just too stressed right now? Or is it because I’ve watched too much boobah?
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| Dreamhouse Part 2 |
| 06.22.04 (11:20 am) [edit] |
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Last week while I was doing some work for the duck I had to go down to the old neighborhood where my mom grew up. The same neighborhood where my friends Star and Tony spent some of their childhood. After wrapping up my enrollment I decided to take a nostalgic detour by my maternal grandparents’ old house. They sold it and moved back in either 85 or 86 I can’t remember; I think it was 86. They moved up to southern PA to my grandmother’s old home place to take care of my great grandmother as well as enjoy the retired life in their much cooler homeland. As I mentioned in part one I was always closer to my dad’s family since most of us lived within a mile of each other. But I do have pleasant vivid memories of that house too. I drove up the end of the cove last week and parked the truck and examined the house and property. The roof still had gray shingles only newer I suppose. The windows and shudders were painted a dark maroon red. The handrails on the front steps as well as the light pole in the front yard were also painted the same maroon color. The house had been painted all white; the brick was the same though. There used to be a nice wooden fence standing about 5 or 6 feet high along the west property line but it has been replaced with a black cast iron fence. Some of the windows had bars in them too. The only thing that still remained from what I remember so long ago was the backyard shed. About 8 feet wide and 10 feet long and 6 feet high. Well it used to be but now it has deteriorated. Rusty, fainted red paint, bent roof, the white sliding door has been removed and the walls were bent out of shape. It is resting on a concrete foundation, which contains my mother and aunt’s footprints with the date of when it was poured etched next to them. I wanted to sneak out there to see if I could still see them but I didn’t want to risk getting shot. A nicely dressed shirt and tie white man in this neighborhood nowadays would certainly draw attention from nosey neighbors. Most of the large trees that provided shade to a flower garden and several bird feeders in the back yard had been removed. Shrubbery has been added to the side yard that has a chain link fence providing shielding the view of a deep concrete drainage trench. I used to throw osage oranges over the fence and watch them splash into the stream below. I used to imagine they would flow out to the Mississippi river and end up in the Gulf of Mexico where sharks would eat them and get a toothache and a sour taste in their mouth. Annywhoo even though I only visited these grandparents during Christmas and Easter the memories are still strong. The house was 2 stories. I would always sleep in the upstairs master bedroom. It had it’s own hallway loaded with closets full of toys and puzzles. There was a big stereo system that belonged to my uncle I think. Lots of records that belonged to my granddad. I didn’t recognize any of the artists but we’d play them anyhow, mainly the ones that had cool album cover pictures.
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| Dreamhouse Part 1 |
| 06.22.04 (11:11 am) [edit] |
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When I was growing up in rural Carroll county west TN I lived in a house right up the hill from my paternal grandparents. Down the road from us in one direction lived my dad’s 2nd oldest of 3 sisters, aunt Karen. Up on the other hill on the other side of the hollow from my grandparents lived at one time my oldest aunt, Sharon, and after her my youngest aunt, Sandra. So it was only natural for me to feel a closer connection to my dad’s family. We all were within a mile of each other and our properties connected for the most part. I would spend many Friday nights down at my grandparents’ house watching the dukes of hazard with my cousin Brian, fishing up at the big pond, playing kickball in the front yard, churning the homemade ice cream contraption in the summer, hunting for box turtles along the creek banks with my blue healer Shannon, and throwing dirt clods at anything that moved out in the field. But the one strongest memory I have overall is the house itself. A wood stove that rest on a brick foundation in the living room heated it. Christmas dinners and gift opening frenzies took place in the adjoining den. The main bathroom door could only be locked by pulling out the closest drawer so it would keep someone from opening it inward too much and give you time to say “hey occupied!” One of the extra bedrooms had red carpet and the other had blue. The couch in the den was almost exactly like the one Tony and Emily have in their apartment. Long, green and screaming of the 60’s or 70’s fashion…but comfy! One of my most vivid memories was watching the 86’ World Series game when Bill Buckner missed an easy ground ball at first base that let the Mets win the worlds series. Brian and I were just 3 feet from the TV screen jumping and high-fiving each other. I used to help my grandmother plant potatoes and green beans and corn in their garden. And I would be once again recruited for summertime black-eyed pea shelling, corn husking and green bean snapping when the time was right. My memory of that house is so strong even to this day. In May 1992, on a Sunday my aunt Sandra called to tell us that the house had burned down. We rushed out there just in time to see the volunteer firemen collapse the last standing wall into the huge pile of white ash. Suddenly that huge house didn’t seem so large. I could still tell where the living room used to be. I could still see the frame of the TV and couch, that ugly green but comfy couch. The only thing they could figure was that my grandma had left the stove on while preparing some food for the church’s fellowship lunch. She took it hardest of all. She sobbed sorrowfully into my dad’s shoulder as he comforted her. He told her, “Cheer up momma, that house was getting old. Now you can get a new house and make it just like you want this time…even better.” And he was right. That fall they finally moved into a bigger and better house. With a nice patio on the back where each summer about 50 hummingbirds swarm around all her flowers and feeders buzzing and squeaking and playing. Plenty of good times and good memories are being established in that new house. But there’s a reason I told you about the old house. Not because I am nostalgic at heart but for a more mysterious reason that will come in the next blog.
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| Ain't It the Truth! |
| 06.22.04 (11:07 am) [edit] |
A young woman was about to finish her first year of college. Like so many others her age she considered herself to be a very liberal Democrat and was for distribution of all wealth.
She felt deeply ashamed that her father was a rather staunch Republican which she expressed openly. One day she was challenging her father on his beliefs and his opposition to higher taxes on the rich & the addition of more government welfare programs.
Based on the lectures that she had participated in and the occasional chat with a professor she felt that for years her father had obviously harbored an evil, even selfish desire to keep what he thought should be his.
The self professed objectivity proclaimed by her professors had to be the truth and she indicated so to her father.
He stopped her and asked her point blank, how she was doing in school.
She answered rather haughtily that she had a 4.0 GPA, and let him know
that it was tough to maintain. That she studied all the time, never had time to go out and party like other people she knew. She didn't even have time for a boyfriend and didn't really have many college friends because of spending all her time studying. That she was taking a more difficult curriculum.
Her father listened and then asked, "How is your good friend Mary doing?"
She replied, "Mary is barely getting by." She continued, "She barely has a 2.0 GPA," adding, "and all she takes are easy classes and she never studies." "But Mary is so very popular on campus, college for her is a blast, she goes to all the parties all the time and very often doesn't even show up for classes because she is too hung over."
Her father then asked his daughter, "Why don't you go to the Dean's office and ask him to deduct a 1.0 off your 4.0 GPA and give it to your friend who only has a 2.0." He continued, "That way you will both have a 3.0 GPA and certainly that would be a fair and equal distribution of GPA."
The daughter visibly shocked by her father's suggestion angrily fired back, "That wouldn't be fair! I worked really hard for mine, I did without and Mary has done little or nothing, she played while I worked real hard!"
The father slowly smiled, winked and said, "Welcome to the Republican Party".
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| STAL Boobah Pink |
| 06.21.04 (6:12 am) [edit] |
Stuff Tolerance Alert Level is now at it's peak...Boobah Pink! http://www.boohbah.com/zone.h...
Yesterday evening I attempted to clean this place up. Dirty dishes had formed a coalition in the sink, the garbage can had its own "fly zone", and I swear my coffee table walked on its own accord!
I've managed to let this place go since I started my second job. You would think that a place would stay cleaner the less time the occupant spends there. But I guess I'm just one very efficient trash and clutter producing dude!
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| It Be Summer |
| 06.21.04 (5:31 am) [edit] |
Today is the first day of summer for those of us in the northern hemisphere. Today will be the longest day of the year(longest period of sunlight) and the shortest night. And since it's monday it'll probably seem to last twice as long.
Then again it is monday...would we really notice any difference? Aren't all mondays the longest day of the year? :?:
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| Just Some Fun Links |
| 06.17.04 (9:13 pm) [edit] |
I played around on Glenn Beck's website tonight. www.glennbeck.com
here's my 3 favorite joke links from there.
http://www.glennbeck.com/vote.htm" title="http://www.glennbeck.com/vote.htm" target="_blank"http://www.glennbeck.com/vote... this one is a spoof on how political adds get out of hand.
http://www.glennbeck.com/hotline/index.shtml" title="http://www.glennbeck.com/hotline/index.shtml" target="_blank"http://www.glennbeck.com/hotl...
just keep answering the phone on this one. there's a few celebrities that have something to tell you.
http://www.glennbeck.com/pchouse/index.shtml" title="http://www.glennbeck.com/pchouse/index.shtml" target="_blank"http://www.glennbeck.com/pcho... this one deals with the excessive PC craze our country is going through
ENJOY!
P.S. LP....from my previous blog ....#7...something you wanna tell me but haven't?
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| 9/11 Origami |
| 06.17.04 (7:30 am) [edit] |
Here's an interesting site for the paranoid, Art Bell conspiracy theorists out there.
http://www.glennbeck.com/news/05172002.shtml" title="http://www.glennbeck.com/news/05172002.shtml" target="_blank"http://www.glennbeck.com/news...
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| It Takes a Hypocrite to Know One |
| 06.17.04 (7:25 am) [edit] |
Michael Moore's new film Farenheit 9/11 will be coming out soon and in it there are scenes of U.S. military personnel sexually abusing an Iraqi civilian. Moore hired free lance journalists to be embedded without the military's knowledge of who they were working for. According to a recent interview in The Guardian, a UK based publication http://www.guardian.co.uk/use...,13918,1218376,00.html Moore is quoted: " "When you see the movie you will see things you have never seen before, you will learn things you have never known before. Half the movie is about Iraq - we were able to get film crews embedded with American troops without them knowing that it was Michael Moore. They are totally fucked."
During an interview with Matt Lauer, Lauer asked Moore when this footage was filmed. Moore responded that they filmed this abuse in december 2003..BEFORE the Abu-ghraib scandal was even rumored to be happening.
Moore preaches so much about how "Mr. Bush"(he calls him that because he doesn't beleive he ever actually was the President) is doing the wrong thing, has no morality, is only pursuing his own agenda. Meanwhile Michael Moore has proof positive of an instance of sexual abuse by our military yet decides to not bring it to the authorities. Instead he keeps it to himself to fit HIS OWN agenda with the intention of making money off such a disgusting act. So, where is Moore's moral compass here? Obviously not as righteous and humane as he portrays himself to be.
This excerpt and quote from the Guardian interview proves how focused and determined his agenda is: Moore was unequivocal about his desire to do everything in his power to help oust President George Bush in this November's elections.
"We thought, 'We cannot leave this to the Democrats this time to fuck it up and lose.'" He wants, he said, to "inspire people to get up and vote in November."
This picture sums up what I think about Michael Moore. Read the black and yellow warning box at the top then scroll down to the bottom for the pic, http://www.glennbeck.com/arch...
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| BOOOOOOBAAAAAH! |
| 06.15.04 (10:24 pm) [edit] |
A few weeks ago I was flipping thru the channels and came across this childrens' show called BOOBAH on PBS. These rainbow colored "things" best described as resembling living PEEPS, dance around doing silly things and making squeaking, whitsling, and pooping noises. Basically try to imagine Teletubby peeps with bad gas. The show was surprisingly mesmerizing or I was just so confused as to what the hell they were and what the hell they were doing!
check out this site to have some fun with the farting peeps. http://www.boohbah.com/zone.h...
Also it is very important you check this site out. The periodical cicads are coming this summer in the southeast and along the eastern coast. This site has some serious warnings I think you should know! http://www.cicadaville.com/
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| My New J.O.B. & A Salmon Metaphor |
| 06.13.04 (9:41 pm) [edit] |
Just a short blog tonight. Updating you on my new job. I started a part time job at the local Bass Pro Shops last week. They put me in the camping department. I'm still learning where everything is and how to BS with customers and pretend to know everything about hydration packs,kayaks, and cast iron cookware. But all in all it's a great job. Some really great co workers there. The orientation class I had last week was interesting. Of the 6 people in the class I was the oldest. The others ranged from 18 to maybe 23. 4 of them look VERY familiar yet I can't place where I have met them or seen them before.
This blog was created with the decription being that it would contain thoughts of a fisherman...a rivveratt. This past weekend my dad and I fished a bass tounrament back home. We only caught 2 keeprs. Actually HE caguht both of them. Since I moved to memphis in fall 2000 I have progressively gotten worse in my tournament performances. From 1997-2001 my cousin and I were part of a buddy team bass club back home. It was part of the bass angler sportsmen society federation which is kinda like the equivalent of say little league baseball. Each club competes once a month with it's members fishing for points. the top 3 teams or 6 people at the end of the year progress to a regional and possibly a state tournament the following year. Well, we placed 3rd our first year, 97'. And from 98-2001 we placed 1st each time. The club vroke up due to low participation but I honestly believe it was due to us always winning. To make a long story short, I think we did much better while I was living there, close to the lake, and had a job that allowed me to get out on the lake and keep in tune with where there fish were and what was going on. Since moving here though I havent had the time to invest. My dad bought a bass boat 3 years ago and has just recently gotten more serious about the sport. However his job doesnt allow him to focus on keeping in touch with the patterns and our performance, or lack thereof, proves it. I take it pretty seriously because it's a very passionate hobby of mine. That is one of the main reasons I have lately been thinking of moving back home soon. I know it might sound silly to some but to me it's more personal. So, in that sense I am feeling an urge to return back to my homewaters...just like a salmon...only not to die after a wild mating frenzy!
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| LND and Me...the Dorm Days |
| 06.09.04 (10:04 pm) [edit] |
If I havent told you, Latenightdriver is my old hometown buddy and college roomie. He grew up next door to me back home, played baseball with me, and followed me to college where we shared a dorm room for about a year. We would stay up late and watch loveline with adam and dr drew and make jokes about some of the callers who called in with disfunctional penis problems and the stereotypical "my dad abused me when I was little so now I have an insatiable urge to dry hump fresh produce" issues. One night I got very bored so I took 2 bottle caps from Dr. pepper bottles, duct taped them together open end to open end to form a cylinder. I got down on the floor on my back under my medicine cabinet and started throwing the little homemade "toy" up in the air and catching it over and over. One night I accidentally threw it up and it landed perfectly on top of the light above the cabinet. TA-DA!!! Instant simpleton entertainment challenge! I had it down to a science after that.
Ok that story really didn't go anywhere, but other things I remember with LND is me doing my Tarzan yell late at night or early in the morning just to freak out our "wallmates" when they got too loud playing their rap music and wooping it up too long. LND had a serious issue with sunlight. He would keep a heavy wool blanket taped up over our only window to keep the life giving energy from entering our room. One night I had some duct tape left over so he thought it would be cool to seal up our doors and peep hole to make it pitch black in the room.......FYI...don't do this if you have an exam the next morning....for it is possible, because it happened to us, to wake up at 10am, late for a class, but thinking it's still evening due to the darkness. That idea went over like a turn in a punch bowl..but it was funny to LND!!! He is the Kramer in my own adopted Seinfeld life (SHESPECIES knows what I'm talking about).
And then I'll never forget the night I had moved out of the dorms but had not found an apartment yet. I went to the dorm basement with a notebook, sat down next to the laundry room and watched tv, pretending to "study for an exam". I fell asleep on the couch and a couple people came down that night woke me up, and for fear of being kicked out I stated that I was cramming for a serious exam and had drifted off. UNADELUNA has connections to the UT Martin housing and if she's reading this I just wanna say...I'm sure the statute of limitations is up for dorm offenses such as freeloading like that.....but don't turn me in!!! LOL.
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| Nocturnal Flip-Flop Deja Vu |
| 06.09.04 (9:30 pm) [edit] |
Everynight when I go to bed I go through the exact same sequence of adjustments until I eventually fall to sleep. No matter how tired I am or how restless it goes like this:
1.)I start off lying on the left side of my bed on my right side.
2.) About 5 minutes later I get uncomfortable and turn onto my belly with my head still facing the left(resting my right cheek on the pillow)
3.) About 5 minutes later I become uncomfy again so I rotate clockwise onto my left side.
4.) 5 minutes later..again..uncomfy...turn onto my belly facing right(left cheek on pillow)
I repeat this rotation 2 or 3 times. Sometimes I experiment and try to force myself to maintain one position for longer than 5 minutes but it just causes more discomfort. Sometime after 2 or 3 reps I finally fall sleep. It's interesting to me how I go through this every night without thinking. It's like instinct or something. The only way I found to cure this endless loop is to practice something we did in health class my junior year in high school. We were studying meditation practices one day and one method involved lying on your back, hands to your side. Turn on some classical music, close your eyes, block out all thoughts and concentrate only on your feet and legs....relax every muscle...imagine them being made of lead...very heavy....feel the heaviness...now your hands and arms....and now your neck and head...let the music enter your mind but don't try to process it or make sense of it. Just let the sound fill the space where your thoughts once were.....breathe slowly.
Everytime I do this I fall alseep in less than 10 minutes. Then I usually wake up feeling as if I had taken a long nap......but then I can turn over on my side and fall right back to sleep with no problem.
Now if I could only work on my dreams. :wink:
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| Just For Fun |
| 06.07.04 (6:37 pm) [edit] |
give this game a try......let me know how far you make it. No lying...honor system.
thanks Tauri911 for the link!
p.s. Diva, i'm giving credit! :op
http://www.hurtwood.demon.co.uk/Fun/copter.swf" title="http://www.hurtwood.demon.co.uk/Fun/copter.swf" target="_blank"http://www.hurtwood.demon.co....
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| Kleptoparasitism i.e "Narcissistic Blogginess" |
| 06.07.04 (4:21 pm) [edit] |
Kleptoparasitism is an esoteric term used in ornithology to define the behavior of certain species of ducks(that cannot dive) who steal vegetative food from diving species of ducks as they return to the surface of the lake. I stole this from my mile high blog buddy SheSpecies. So from one species to another....thanks SS!!
1. Who are you?
2. Have we ever met?
3. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
4. Describe me in one word.
5. What reminds you of me?
6. If you could give me anything, what would it be?
7. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
8. Are you going to put this on your weblog and see what I say about you?
9. What do you love like a fat kid loves cake?
10. What makes you come back here?
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| Awwwww yeeeaaaah! |
| 06.04.04 (7:18 am) [edit] |
click here and enjoy.
http://www.stud.ntnu.no/" title="http://www.stud.ntnu.no/" target="_blank"http://www.stud.ntnu.no/~alexann/
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| And Now For Something Completely Different. |
| 06.03.04 (10:53 pm) [edit] |
I found this on Glen Phillips' site. The former lead singer of Toad The Wet Sprocket asked a friend of his to animate a video for one of his songs and this is what the guy came up with. I need to get this guy to animate my Claymation Nation dream. The music almost reminds me of a "Floatymanesque" movie So sit back, turn up the volume, and enjoy.
http://www.glenphillips.com/BTKVideo/btk4web.mov" title="http://www.glenphillips.com/BTKVideo/btk4web.mov" target="_blank"http://www.glenphillips.com/B...
you need qucktime media player to view it. if you don't have it, tough luck or go here to download it.
http://www.apple.com/quicktime/products/qt /" title="http://www.apple.com/quicktime/products/qt /" target="_blank"http://www.apple.com/quicktim...
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| And There Were These 2 Squirrels..And They Were Married |
| 06.03.04 (10:40 pm) [edit] |
Found this on my compuserve home page tonight. Hope it works.
http://webcenters.compuserve.com/compuserve/atplay/wor kexcuses.jsp" title="http://webcenters.compuserve.com/compuserve/atplay/wor kexcuses.jsp" target="_blank"http://webcenters.compuserve....
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