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Dear Subconscious:
Why doest thou mock me so? I was doing so well, there. And then you just had to hit me with another dream of her. And not even a nice one, either. Noooooooo...this one had to be about her not remembering who I was, let alone that I was ever in her life there. Which, really, isn't probably too far off from reality, if I postulate about it. And I am now, thanks to you, Subconscious. And now I'm wide awake, after being curled up in a fetal position for half an hour. It's been a while since I've brooded for a week about this, thanks...
It's times like this when I really hate you, Subconscious. I realize you're not going anywhere (y'know, unless I have some kind of freak accident that would result in you being rendered dormant), and that your nature is my nature. And really, there's nothing I can do but lay there and take it. So I don't even know why I'm writing you, other than to voice my displeasure of what just transpired in my head not even an hour ago. Jerk...
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I wish Barnes & Noble and Borders had a diving board instead of a front door. That way, I could jump into the books and swim around like Scrooge McDuck in his money bin. I want to run down the aisles with my arms open wide pulling books from the shelf that I then roll around in and laugh, laugh, laugh the day away while some soft string quartet music plays in the background. I love bookstores...
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- Mood:
thoughts a'bubblin' - Music:LIVING SACRIFICE - Inhabit
...good morning, world...I say in all ironic cheeriness...yes, I'm still alive, I'm sorry to say...been spending a lot of time on Facebook, depositing my brain droppings there, which really don't amount to much of anything...just an errant thought here, a mindless ideation there, nothing too earth shattering...but then again, most of my blog posts here can usually be described with words like "mindless", "pointless" and "depressing"...oh, there's also "waste of time", and "uses too many big words for anyone from Kansas to comprehend"...but I digress...
...still alive, as I mentioned before...I'm sure that news will make some people happy, and probably even more people disappointed...mayhaps I stay alive less out of morbid curiosity, and more as a big "screw you" to everyone who would rather I not be breathing the same air they are...eh, they're too self-contented and delusional for me to care about really...
...yep, no point of this post, other than I haven't had a good one on here for a while (Facebook, again; fantastic time-waster that is)...time to get ready to go to work now...
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...another day, filled with wicked surprises...wonder what grand illusions await me in the darkness...
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BAH!
...I'm fairly certain, if the voices ever cease their chattering, I shall truly have gone insane...I don't know what to feel about that...
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...just because he's completely repulsed by you doesn't mean he's gay...heck, I'm repulsed by you, and I'm totally not gay m'self...just sayin'...
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...it fascinates me exactly how many people seem to drive about five miles under the given speed limit in town...several times today (and other days that I've been delivery driving) I got stuck behind someone -- usually driving either a minivan, an SUV or a pickup -- going 25 in a 30. And when your company's motto is "Sandwiches Delivered So Fast You'll Freak!!!" (it's on the bag, for crying out loud), that's not exactly helpful to my plight, here...anyhoo...
...yeah, job's going good. It's meager, but it's something. So, yeah, I'm thankful every day for it. Especially when I'm struggling now to pick up the pieces of my shattered dreams. Minor quibble, really, as I know steadfastly that He is with me at all times. This past year has been quite the testing period. For both of us. I pray God's blessings on her and wish her all the best, I really do. It is hard, but it could have been worse. In my weakness, I am strong. Still, looking forward to the day I get to shrug off this blasted mortal body bag I'm trapped in. Death is such a tease...
...over the weekend, Christopher went to a town-wide garage sale in Uehling with his Great Grandma Strand, and picked up a handful of very choice trade paperbacks, including Crisis On Infinite Earths and Kingdom Come. Made his Uncle proud, he did. I think, since he's almost 12 anyway, I should reveal my secret comic stash to him sometime. Let him paw through it. He lent me the Crisis On Infinite Earths TB, and I'm partway through it. Fascinating read, that. It was amusing to watch his reactions when I was trying to inform him on the whole history of DC, and what led up to the first Crisis back in 1985. I think I might have to use a flowchart, maybe put together a tidy powerpoint presentation or something. Then we'll work our way up to Zero Hour, and maybe the Infinite Crisis series...
...speaking of which, I'm pretty much done collecting individual comics. At least, the new ones. Used to be cost-effective; now, the price of them rival that of a pack of generic brand cigarettes. $3.99 for something that possibly won't last me longer than an extended sit in the bathroom? Yeesh. See, I've gone to just collecting the Trade Paperbacks. I'm patient, and can wait out the big world-altering life changing spectacular storyline that will run for months on end to get it all in one shot with the TB. It was DC's 52 and Marvel's Civil War that did individual collecting in for me. After that was done, I thought "Never again. I can wait." Besides, I like the idea of having 'em up on my bookshelf rather than being sequestered away inside a bunch of short boxes...
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- Mood:
contemplative - Music:ARGYLE PARK - Misguided
BAH!
...I keep reading on other blogs the name of Chick-Fil-A brought up a lot...despite having only heard of the place in the past year (due to the blogs, natch), I had to look it up to see what I was missing (or not missing, it's kinda hit and miss for me when it comes to fast food chains and all). Here's what I found on the World Wide Web's Most Trusted Source Of Knowledge (otherwise known as "Wikipedia"):
Chick-fil-A (pronounced /ˌtʃɪkfɨˈleɪ/) is a restaurant chain headquartered in College Park, Georgia, United States that specializes in chickenentrées.[1][2] It is the second-largest chicken-based fast-food chain in the United States.[3] The chain is associated with the southern United States, but it has in recent years[when?] been expanding further across the nation (see map below). As of July 2006[update], the chain has over 1,300 locations in 37 U.S. states and the District of Columbia. It is distinct among fast-food chains in that all of its stores are closed on Sundays.
...and yes, I kept in the links to the other WIki entries...I suck like that, I know...anyhoo, it was kind of a lengthy entry (can be found here if you're interested in reading the entire thing), but here are some points of interest I've gleaned from the whole ordeal: 1) it was started by a Southern Baptist, and is involved in various Christian and local charities, 2) it's closed on Sundays, which makes it hard for Church goers to patronize the place after a morning of church services (good for them; we Christians tend to be the worst when it comes to treating wait staff on Sundays, I'm ashamed to say), 3) okay, I couldn't think of a third one to stick in there. Needless to say, the place keeps getting mentioned. And like the Spangles restaurant in Kansas that I keep vowing to one day stop in and try, just because, I might have to try out this so-called Chick-Fil-A just to see what the hub-bub is about...
...and according to the restaurant locator at the official website, there's one in Omaha, NE (at 33rd & Dodge Street), so it's very much doable. Problem is, I'm a Popeye's Chicken fanatic through-and-through. Will the Chick-Fil-A dethrone Popeye's as Uncle NecRo's chief supplier of his much-needed (yet infrequent) chicken fixes? Doubtful. Either way, this should be interesting...
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...went to do some laundry in Fremont. Drove in with DDC playing on the stereo of the Zombie Mobile. DDC is what scientists have labeled "hiphopicus Rapicus", or "rap" for short. Those who know me understand that having this form of (for lack of a better word) "music" blaring from the factory speakers of my second-hand Taurus very, very rarely happens. Today, I guess, I was in that rare mood to throw down wit' tha funky rhymes. Fo' shizzel...
So, we have this 35-year-old white guy, riding around in a four door Ford sedan, with rap blaring out my windows. It was a nice day. Window was rolled down, so that the younger hipsters could laugh at me better. To make matters even more confusing, I was wearing my blue bib overalls (what I refer to as my "redneck gear"), my tarnished brass skull ring ("Axle"), and my glow-in-the-dark ribcage t-shirt. I haven't shaved for over a week, and I'm sporting my black thick-framed "emo glasses". Lovely.
So, as I was waiting for my load of laundry to finish drying, the Taco Bell cuisine consumed and discarded long before, there's only one thing I could do in that getup: Rent a couple of sci-fi movies, snuggle down in my Fortress Of Solitude, and party. By myself. Whee...
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...is way better than coffee, though the two taken together tend to give an extra twitch to the day...off to church I go now...
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- Mood:
zombified - Music:ELGIBBOR - Stronger Than Hell
...and I wouldn't be up right now, if it weren't for the fact that I was foolish and didn't think to turn off Annie's alarm clock, which went off at 5:45...
...I went to bed around 1:30 in the AM, after many many hours of playing Gauntlet Dark Legacy (I'm addicted to the game, and every time I get a chance to house sit for my sister and brother-in-law, I find myself playing for hours at a time, breaking once in a while to take care of some personal "business"...or when the dog needs to go outside to do her sinful, sinful business). I have this rather vivid imagination that, sufficed to say, kept me going in and out of sleep with these cool and twisted dreams. Bobbit, Annie's kitty and my baby, slept either on me or snuggled up right by me the entire night, purring away. At one time, I was thinking, "If Annie really wanted to mess with my head (and show me a time where she didn't), she would've told me before they left that Bobbit died a little while back, and then when I saw Bobbit come in and look at me, I would be thinking it was some kind of specter of my beloved cat come back to haunt me...or snuggle...or something..." Yeah, my mind wanders like that at night, when I'm drifting off to that dark, twisted playground that resides deep within my festering head...
...I also have this thing that I do, where I imagine something that would scare me if I opened my eyes, like a ghost or spirit floating in, all freaky looking (kinda like the J-Horror ghosts), standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at me, waiting for me to open my eyes. I did that last night as well, and had kind of an internal soundtrack going on. For some reason, the heater turned off at the very moment I was imagining this, which added to the creepiness...
...yeah, it's early...don't mind me...there'll probably be more of these kind of posts later on in the day...mainly because this chair that they have at their computer is oh, so comfy, and blows that crappy metal fold-em-up chair that I use (the one that makes my butt go numb after only fifteen minutes) so far out of the water, it's practically in Canada by the time it comes down from the Stratosphere...
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...a couple of months ago, I received an e-mail from someone who sent it via the "Contact Uncle NecRo" link on my website, The Padded Cell. The subject line read: "Are You A Christian?" The body of the message was simple:
"Are you sure?"
Pointed, straight forward, no muss no fuss. I like that. As such, I replied back in kind:
"Yep."
See, I'm a big fan of answering yes or no questions with either yes or no. Don't want to divulge more information than what was requested. Usually, when more of said info is needed, I'll be asked further probing questions.
In the case of the e-mail in question, the party who sent me the query to begin with hasn't to date responded back with further probing questions. Which leads me to assume that my simple response was enough to satisfy their curiosity on the subject of my allegiance to the risen Lord and Saviour. I can picture the guy reading my response, saying "Oh, okay. Cool." Then skipping along merrily from the computer. Tra-la-la-la-la.
But I digress.
Really, it does not bother me that fellow brethren and sisteren have questions about my faith in Christ Jesus. If it means starting a dialog that's open and results in the strengthening of each others faith, all the better.
The problem I tend to run into is that, as a born-again, souled out (pun intended) and hardcore (not in the music sense) follower of Jesus Christ, I'm not very "Christian friendly". Which is where a lot of these questions about my faith comes from.
No, I don't suppose I'm very "Christian friendly". I don't worry about it. Mostly because I haven't the foggiest as to what "Christian friendly" means, exactly.
My relationships with my friends, family, Christians and non-Christians alike is the same way I approach my relationship with God- raw, unvarnished and honest. He wants me to present myself to Him as I am: a sinner who is washed completely in the blood of Jesus, filthy and flawed and completely dependent on His grace and mercy, clinging to the Holy Spirit for guidance. This is me, warts and all. And I figure, if that's good enough for God, then it's good enough for everyone who wishes to get to know ol' Uncle NecRo.
I feel convicted if and when I water myself down for the sake of being "Christian friendly". I've wasted too much time in the past trying to live up to those Super-Christian standards just to be accepted by others within the church.
I guess I just want everyone reading this to know that, the same Uncle NecRo you see at church is gonna be the same one you see outside or online. I'm not gonna pretend to be one thing to one person, then a totally different person to another. I'm going to be me with you.
And if that means you doubt my being a Christian, that's fine. Grab some coffee with me, and we'll talk. Just don't expect differential treatment.
Or linear thinking, for that matter...
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...well, they started me up on the cold end tonight at work. Which is, truth be told, way better than being regulated to the general grunt work done on the bars and such. See, with the cold end, yes it is several (literal) tons of pre-galvanized metal (what we refer to as "black"), but there's hardly any lifting on my part. The stuff is so big and heavy, there's one guy who operates a crane, and all I do is just wire the black piece to the crane, and it lifts it off to be put in the process of galvanizing (what we call "silver" when it comes out...nifty, yes?). In between pieces, there's a lot of standing around and trying to not get knocked out cold by one of the cranes, but it's nice to come home not aching in every joint and muscle for once...
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- Location:home
- Mood:
tired
...I don't like Third Day. Oooooo, big revelation, right? Nothing against the band themselves; I'm a guy who considers bands like Stryper, Whitecross and Bloodgood to be "easy listening", so the music of Third Day isn't something that I generally listen to, if at all...
...I bring this up because I noticed that Third Day just released a new album, Revelations I think is the title. And with that, memories of back when the band released their first album, and they suddenly became the darlings of the Christian community around where I live. Everyone at Christ Alive proclaiming that this was it, this was the band that must be issued to you once you gave your life to Christ Jesus, along with the 10-pound Reference Bible, one of those fish car decals and, you know, whatever else comes in those Born Again Welcome Packet...it differs from church group to church group, it seems...
...and that's what really got me into this rant, really. Not my general dislike of the band's music (although, back in the day, I did own their first two albums, because being the young and stupid Christian that I was, I desperately wanted my fellow Christians to accept me and stop telling me I wasn't Christian enough to be hanging around them, but that's a rant for another day). It's some of the reactions I've gotten when I foolishly express my opinion that I don't really like or own such-and-such and/or so-and-so...
...tell me if you've experienced this before: You tell a fellow Christian that you haven't seen a particular Christian movie, or don't own any albums from a certain Christian band / artist, or don't own a stitch of clothing with any Christian logos or slogans, or you haven't read the latest Christian bestseller. Any one, or combination of these. And then, for some reason, your status as a Christian is put into question. At the very least, you're looked on as not as spiritual as everyone else. At the very worst, doubt that you ever really accepted Jesus as your personal Lord and Saviour crop in, and you're looked on with suspicion every Sunday thereafter...
...y'see, I've never seen The Passion Of The Christ. I've never owned a Max Lucado book. I don't jam out to whatever's the latest CCM earcandy. And the only Christian t-shirt I own was a gift from my sister, and it's definately something I'd wear- black, with the lettering in blood-red, featuring a stylized bio-hazard insignia. My sister has taste, she does. And my faith has been questioned. I have been considered "not as spiritual as they are"...
...it seems that, loving Jesus and striving to be more like Him while recognizing that I'm saved by the Grace of God through Jesus' sacrifice isn't enough. Nope, here in America, I have to prove my Christianity daily to these idiots. Harsh language? Not really. I've been on the opposite end of this spectrum. I was once that idiot. Now, I know that a lot of what many here consider being a good Christian is just so much vomit. And I also know that, if I have to prove myself worthy of being your kind of Christian, then you're a waste of my time...time I could spend hanging out with the drunkards, the tax collectors, and the prostitutes...
...at least they don't care if I have the latest Third Day album or not...
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...it's the Murphy's Law of Averages in effect -- if I choose the booth that's farthest away from the people here at the hallowed Coffee Pot Cafe', chances are good that the empty tables and booths around me will be filled with people who redefine the phrase "annoying people" within ten minutes. No different this morning, as I allow the Down Home Skillet I consumed for "nourishment" to be digested -- to the left of me, a grandfather sipping coffee with his very young grandson, who is alternating between screaming and whining his displeasure at being there this morning, sometimes wandering around while doing so. The Doppler effect is fascinating. Directly in front of me, in the adjoining booth, a trio of truck drivers also sipping coffee, talking boisterously in thickly pronounced southern accents about the weather, the superiority of the white race, Nascar, and some kind of philosophy on women being essentially life support for sex organs. All peppered generously with rather spicy adjectives...
...eh, it's a typical morning visit to the greasy spoon I love so very, very much...I forgot my MP3 player, so I can't drown out the den of chatter going on around me whilst I spill my thoughts here...
...I've had a lot zipping through my brain matter as of late. Not the least of which being allowing someone new into my inner circle. I'm really enjoying her friendship. She's a very beautiful person, I hope she knows this...well, she will when she reads this, I'm sure...
...I can't remember exactly what the thread was, but on the Therapy Patient board where I normally congregate with my fellow Christian freaks, weirdos and outcasts, but it resulted in me recounting an amusing incident I had with a singles group I was briefly involved with several years ago (amusing enough for me to recount it again here). It was with one of the Big Three churches in Omaha, this one being of the Baptist affiliation. The topic was of the virtues of remaining a virgin until marriage. Well, that's what it originally was anyway. It veered off to more of a, um, legalistic slant. Someone in the small discussion cluster I was in was mentioning how it was the ultimate goal for the Christian male to marry a woman who was still a virgin (no mention on whether or not the male was to remain a virgin, though...interesting). I had to open my big mouth, and blurted, "I would rather marry a former whore who is serious and genuine about her relationship with Jesus, than marry a virgin who's just playing a superficial Christian game." Self explanatory, you would think -- I don't have hangups about someone having a past, as I've been forgiven for much in my past. Whoever she might be, my love for her would intensify because we both love Jesus, not because she says the right things or does the proper Christian expectations. Unfortunately, it seems everyone in that group had their collective brains melt down, completely missing the point. Thereafter, I became known as (among other things) "that guy who likes sluts." Eh, whatever...I've been called worse...
...there are more stories like this one, but unfortunately, the clock on the wall says I need to get going for work...
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BAH!
...opening store again...be by myself until Mike comes in at 11:45-ish. Phone's ringing. Not going to answer. Store not open until 10. I'll answer then. Meantime, can't afford caffeine. Bleary-eyed. Must do paperwork before store opens. Power through today, then have four days off. Good to have calm before storm...
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- Location:work
- Mood: corporate zombie
- Music:VELVET ACID CHRIST - Fun With Knives
BAH!
...tired. Didn't get to bed until around 1:30 or so last night, and had a very fitful sleep chock full of wacky and disturbing dreams. Could be due to the Vault I consumed while finishing up mixing Session 11 of NECRO SHOCK. Meh. Woke up at 7, couldn't get back to sleep. These constant reruns of the cartoons I usually watch on Saturdays and Sundays are starting to get stale. I desire new episodes of the few shows I watch religiously. Soon, very soon. Sad part is, I don't think that any more episodes of TMNT are going to be produced. Pity that. Ah, well...time goes on...
...currently previewing Session 11 in the back room. Not bad, should be posted officially either later today or tomorrow. I forgot to bring along the official ad to post, so I'll have to do it later. Otherwise, sounds pretty good...anal as I am...
...this year seems to be a bad one for professional wrestler life expectancies...
...Smoke is back with the Fremont Radio Shack fold...sehr gut...
...I really should use one of my four-day weekend (w00t) days to go see Rosa and her new-found bundle of tax write-off. BTW, regarding a recent reply to the first mention of this, Rosa's my cousin. Not sure what was meant earlier, but wow...creepy little mind you got there...
...one week until the second little cookout with everyone here at the store...all on Sprint's tab...$75 bucks, with probably another $20 added to that...burgers are nice, but steak is affordable now with that kind of scratch...
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- Music:NECRO SHOCK RADIO - Session 11
BAH!
...if madness had a tangible form, if insanity was given an actual physical avatar, what would it look like? Would it be a terrible thing of nightmares, possessing grotesque features and horrible in its appearance, not unlike Lovecraft's Ancient Ones found in the ancient texts of yellowing pulp magazines? Or would madness possess an indescribable beauty, radient and breathtaking, like an exquisite and androgynous angel beckoning the sane into its light?
...if you could tour the mind of a madman, like one tours the ancient structure of a long-abandoned house or castle, such a mental framework of the deranged we can expect to find no plan for the future or memory of the past. In the brain of a madman only the fuming present exists, with its endless shouting urges, paranoid speculations, and grandiose assumptions. Vague whispers of unease are all that's left, clinging to the unstable structure like faded bloodstains on wallpaper...
...in this world where too many are willing to see only the light that is visible, never the Light Invisible, we have a daily darkness that is night, and we encounter another darkness from time to time that is death, the deaths of those we love, but the third and most constant darkness that is with us every day, at all hours of every day, is the darkness of the mind, the pettiness and meanness and hatred, which we have invited into ourselves, and which we pay out with generous interest...
...I am the lunatic that laughs inside your head...I am the shadow of night, lurking under your bed...
...if I had a Fairy Godmother, she would resemble Angela Lansbury, the actress in Murder, She Wrote. She would love me unconditionally, would bring me anything my heart desired, and would tuck me into bed each night and put me to sleep with a kiss on the forehead, because she would have been through a training program at Disneyland and would have sworn the Godmother's Oath while in the presence of Walt Disney's cryogenically preserved corpse...
...humankind cannot bear very much reality...
...absolute guarantee. Foolproof. The unsinkable Titanic. The uncrashable Hindenburg. Peace in our time...
...human beings not only can't bear too much reality, we flee from reality when someone doesn't force us close enough to the fire to feel the heat on our faces...
...one day, the time will come either to light the black candles and start chanting in admiration, or blow this dump...
...pessimism is strictly for people who are over-educated and un-imaginative. Melancholy is a self-indulgent form of sorrow. Being constantly in an unrelievedly dark mode, I risk culturing darkness in the heart, becoming the very antithesis of what I decry. Hence the irony and satire, with just a bit more than a hint of sarcasm...
...all I ask is that the people that are hurled into my life, whether they are good or evil, or morally bipolar, should be amusing to one degree or another. Most good people have a sense of humor. The problem is finding smile-inducing evil people, because the evil are mostly humorless, though in the movies they frequently get some of the best lines. With few exceptions, the morally bipolar are too preoccupied with justifying their contradictory behaviors to learn to laugh at themselves, and I've noticed they laugh at other people more than with them...
...any scientist will tell you that in nature many systems appear to be chaotic, but when you study them long enough and closely enough, strange order always underlies the appearance of chaos. A winter storm seems, to the casual observer, chaotic -- the shifting winds and the churning snow and the brightness that obscures more than it reveals -- but if you could look past it, beyond the level of a meteorological event, view it instead at the micro scale of fluid and particle and energy flux, you could see a warp and woof suggestive of a well-woven fabric. If you were to view it at the atomic level, the event might seem chaotic again, but proceeding into the subatomic, strange order appears once more, an even more intricate design than warp and woof. Always, beneath every apparent chaos, order waits to be revealed. Both an honest scientist and a true man of faith will tell you there are no coincidences...
...the thoughts that permeate my mind, which zoom by at a fraction of a nanosecond, seem chaotic. But there is an underlined order to it...
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- Location:work
- Mood: tired
- Music:TRANSFIGURAL FORM - Blood EP
meh...
...just some random things floating around...
...slow at work the past week or so. New Year's Backlash, I like to call it. Couple of times, I arrived at the store to find that I'm a good $200 in the hole already. Then I work most of the rest of the day just to get out of that hole (there's hardly any traffic, and for some reason all five of us are working at the store at the same time), only to make tens of dollars for the store that day...doesn't bode well for the commission side of things...
...because of the dry weather recently, I've found myself waking up at night every two hours or so just to get a drink of water. Seriously, my throat has been drying up so badly, that I can't even swallow. Methinks I'm going to have to invest in a humidifier or something. I've been keeping bottle water (or, as it were, tap water in used Sprite bottles) beside my bed to pull on when I wake up. Result of all this restlessness is fatigue. Usually I prefer to be asleep rather than awake, but passing out at work from lack of sleep is usually viewed as a "bad thing"...
...those premade spaghetti plates over at Hy Vee aren't half bad...and only $2.99...I'm sure it'll do a number on my tummy, though...
...this just came out of left field: Ted Dekker's novel THR3E was just released as a movie...like, out in theaters...unfortunately, it's not here in Fremont or Omaha yet, if ever...and the AMC 24 is pretty good at getting independent movies to play in tandem with the big titles...amusing, though, as the blurb states "From a producer of X-Men"...which one? Tell me...oh, wait...it is playing at the AMC...interesting...eh, if it follows the book well, I pretty much know every twist that's going to happen...do kind of want to see what the guy's Aunt and Uncle are portrayed as, if they keep close to the book's description or not...
...Scott's band, Echo Bliss, are playing at the Rox on the 27th. Haven't seen that boy in a while. On the one hand, I'd like to try to make that show, as it doesn't start until 9pm, and I can easily request getting off work that day around 7 or 8. On the other hand, though...The 5150s are playing as well. And it doesn't say which band is playing first. Maybe I'll be lucky and I'm not recognized by certain parties...and if so, eh. They sell beer there...
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- Mood: sleepy
- Music:ALICE COOPER - Raise Your Fist And Yell
...see, the idea is to go on an extended--yet methological--fast, perhaps with some kind of protein supliment drink mix to keep from getting light-headed and worthless at work...not tell anyone what I'm doing, lose enough weight so it's noticable, yet feign ignorance whenever someone mentions that I'm losing said poundage...part of the plan is to make people think that I'm on drugs, when I'm not, just to see where their sensibilities lie...if they'll start spreading gossip or not...then, when the time is right, I will make the transition to a mostly vegitarian diet, consisting mostly of greens, fruit and pastas. I refuse to give up cheese, milk and other dairy products...and the concept of Soy Milk seems blasphemous to me...a bit overboard...I mean, all due respect, but militant vegans can kiss my rump roast...at the very least, get some kind of healthy alternative thing going...still smoking, though...although I think those days are numbered as well...we'll see how this goes...
...meanwhile (back at the Hall of Justice), going to see a sneak peek at Snakes On A Plane... that title never gets old, I tell you...
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- Mood: meh
