Saturday Saturday

I'm at home and I'm cranking the Barenaked Ladies "Brian Wilson." Not sure why.

It's rainy and it's crappy out, unnaturally dark for a spring afternoon. It feels like it should be warmer, like a rainy summer day in Baltimore where the heat and humidity can bake you even though the rain is falling in buckets.

I'm about to watch 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' for the second time. It's a very twisted movie about a man who decides to erase a girlfriend from his memories after she does the same. I've often thought of doing that, I mean I have BAD memories of past loves that went SO wrong that I kind of cringe when I revist those times.

Late at night, alone, lying in bed, watching something especially naughty on TV when that person pops into your head. You try and try to get them out of your head (after not thinking about them for years) and you can't and you swear and you stop or finish whatever it was you were doing, then spend the rest of the night creeped out because they're back in your thoughts if only for 5 fleeting moments while you were lonely. You spend the next couple of days wondering about them, comparing them to the current love of your life, and wondering if it's a sign that everythings not going okay.

If you dare call them, things might get weird. Better off doing a google search to see that ... oh, got married, new baby. Great. Found the love of their lives and went on without you. They're somebody's parent now. Probably best just to let them go. Or worse, you make the call, set the meeting and realize that time hasn't aged them well. All those memories of the sexy young thing that haunted your dreams the other night come crashing down as age and gravity have taken their toll.

Life sucks sometimes. So does aging. Live for today, you think, then you go about your life as normal until it repeats and you think of someone else.

I'm tired. I'm tired of living like that. I'm tired of tracking people down and restarting things that obviously werne't working because they didn't last. I'm an optimist with a wicked pessimistic streak. I know it's not worth it, but I feel so great and so giddy and so wonderful to reconnect that I forget myself and meander into things.

I'm also kind of puzzled that people vanished from my life as soon as I got laid off the other month. "Oh, you're my friend while I have a job, but as soon as I need you you decide I'm just an unemployed loser? Great."

I must admit that I've been enjoying the time not working. I have a big payoff coming in a month or two. More than I made on my job last year. I might have a good start on getting my life in order. So I'm not messing it up by jumping back into the work force and killing myself when I obviously don't have to for a little while.

So life is harsh as I think forward to another couple of weeks and a trip to parts here and there. I'm actually getting out of the house and it should be neat-o. Which ends my rant on everything this afternoon.

Enjoy your day.

k9

Got the Blahs

So it's a few days later and I'm sitting here in a green hoodie, hoping the world goes away.

Allergy hell.

I took a Dayquil because I was out of my normal allergy pills. SO shouldn't have done that. I have zero tolerance for drugs or alcohol so as soon as it hit my system I went loopy for a bit.

I think the highlight was taking a bath and going to take a shower afterwards. My cell rang and I was about to answer it while standing under the spray of the shower. Thankfully, I turned the water off, but lol, no more telephones in the bathroom without water proofing.

I'm still working on the main site redesign. I have the templates in place, I'm just having a problem staying focused on transferring the individual season strip pages over to the new format. I don't regret going to the new graphical format, but damn, there's times when I'm dropping and dragging photos into Macromedia Fireworks and wondering if it's worth it.

I've completed seasons 1 and 2 in flash format. I've also rewritten all the strips for season 30. So if you haven't read those, they're pretty good imodo, and lord knows if I'll continue this. I'm going to plow through the rest of the flash conversions as I get time. No ETA on finishing them. They'll come as they come.

With that, my head hurts.

k9

Yeoch

I have a tiny splinter. After years and years of walking around on our deck with no problems, I get a tiny splinter in my foot last night and it's in deep. I can't get the damn thing out and it hurts every time I take a step.

It's hot. It's like 80 already this morning. Where the heck did my spring go? Dear lord. I'm grumbly already.

So hopefully you've noticed the redesign of my main ReallyCoolSite page. I've also converted seasons 1 and 30 to flash format. That was based on a suggestion by the mysterious Brit, who is a meanie head. She suggests it, I actually fumble through learning some flash, then she vanishes into thin air before I can show it to her. That is a sign of a true meanie head.

I'm converting somewhere in season 2 now. I may do season 2 then season 29, then 3 and 28, etc. That way if you dig a little into the story you'll still get the flash pages.

Now I'm off to die again.

k9

Wow, What a Difference

Okay so you may have noticed some changes here and there. I'm experimenting with some new designs and hopefully things are looking better on the site. I'm slowly but slowly updating pages as I get to them and I might even do some comic strips one of these days.

Who'da thunk it?

k9

La La La

I had a dream I was making out with 'Desperate Housewives' star Marcia Cross. Then she stopped it from going further because she had a cold. I knew the day was going to go downhill from there.

I woke up with an allergy headache. Then I inhaled deeply. Ah. There's nothing to make me sick worse than the smell of someone cleaning the coffee pot out with vinegar. I'm allergic to that stuff when it hits the air. Everyone knows that. I've bitched about it since I was a small child. I've asked my folks to give me fair warning before they do it ... but time after time I wake up and it's not good.

I'm searching for my allergy drugs. I have a headache. I'm squinting. The computer in my bedroom's graphics are screwed up again so I'll probably have to pull the graphic card out of it and reinstall windows. I don't want to face the day. It's building. I can tell. I just want to get in a car and escape.

It's a beautiful day, honestly, the sky is blue, the cops are out and the birds are singing. I await news from my friend Brandi. Brandi went to the ECWA Super Eight tournament last night. It's an annual pro wrestling event in Deleware where the 8 top up and coming stars of the sport (different every year), come together to crown the best of the best.

It's usually an epic tournament. People make a big deal about it on the internet because it's always the best show of the year. So why didn't I go? Well, I used to. Back when it was a little legendary show. But then ... the internet wrestling Journalists discovered it. Every ego on the planet is in that building. I know most of them. I don't want to be around most of them so I stopped going.

So now I'm awaiting gossip. That's right. Brandi was supposed to play spy so I can see what egos were bruised, who had a cat fight, and who turned into the divas. Yes, wrestling journalists are 40 year old men who turn into 14 year old girls whenever other journalists are around. This should be good.

On that note, I'm going off to die for a while. Wake me if anything exciting happens.

k9

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I've Had It

Yesterday was supposed to be a beautiful day. It was supposed to be the day I finished the site redesign. Instead? The bear started the day by destroying our garbage. My mom left early and didn't pick it up so I sat there picking it up for an hour or so. I do love bears.

I took a bath afterwards in order to relax. It went about 20 minutes before I heard my phone ringing. Got up, grabbed a towel and ran for the phone. It was my mom. Before she had left she told my dad to look up a recipe for Nachoes in her little book of food network printouts. He couldn't find said recipe. That's it. Frantic call because my dad can't find something. I returned to the bath and couldn't relax.

Got out, got dried off went downstairs and found the recipe within 5 seconds. It was for Chilli Dog Nachoes. He was thrown off because we asked him to take out bratwurst to thaw. He didn't make the connection that brats and hot dogs are essentially the same damn thing. I got pissed.

Later I noticed a really bad smell in his fridge. I know something was bad in there for a while but it's not my fridge. No clue what was in there. Finally I risked looking ... he had mummified oranges in the cripser. I so made him clean them up. I didn't even want to remember looking.

I'm starting to get scared for my family. I meas seriously scared. They're so oblivious. They always have been, but lately it's worse. If I ever get my ass out of this house, god help those who are left to deal with them.

k9

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Kill.

The bear. The bear. The bear is back.
Gargage spread all outside your shack.
He's a bear. He's a bear. He's really back.
Kill the bear.

k9

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Blah Blah Blah Bleh

So it's Thursday night and I'm out of things to watch on Tv. I know, I know, hat's not normal for me. However, recently times are changing and I'm withdrawing more from online than I have before. Not sure what is up, though I do know that tomorrow I plan on sitting down and hashing out the redesign I've been stuck on for nearly 8 months now. My front page needs updating and I really want to get this site to look professionally done once I start putting out job applications.

I went to a job seeker's orientation session today. Essentially it was an introduction to what my state's careerlink organization can do for me. My advisior indicated that well, yah, it probably wasn't much since my last job was so specialized. So I have to come up with a resume that gives examples of everything else I can do. I'm not limited to the skills of my former job so ...

Aww, hell, I'm screwed.

I'm a computer geek. My life is computers. I love discovering what you can do with these things. I don't feel comfortable unless I can pull up google and look up information. I look up everything and try to get two or three sources on the things I find so I know I'm not getting total BS. I live in a backwater area. It's not a technical town. Five years after I started carrying a PDA my barber has said that other customers are picking them up. I'm trying to live as close to the cutting edge that you can get out here and it's funny how much people don't know about computers or the magic voodoo science behind them.

I can build a PC. I can also destroy them, which you've seen documented that I do on a regular basis. I don't know if I can build them professionally though I can strip a computer down in about two minutes. Building, without having to put the motherboard in only takes a matter of minutes. The only thing that gets me is waiting for windows to install (well other than being scared of doing something wrong with the motherboard). I'm a whiz at these things, I just have to find my focus.

Speaking of, so far I've solved my monitor problems by reinstalling the ATI software. I didn't have to pull the card out. Not sure if the problems are going to happen again, but my screen was displaying random purple lines and someone suggested that it could be a memory read error. I've been dreading facing it because frankly, I've had enough of computer problems for a while now. I'd rather just turn the machine off and take some rest before facing another one. So a simple solution was such a god send that I can't tell you how relieved I am.

Please don't crash. No more purple lines. No more purple lines.

Got the word that there's no word on my trust fund money. I may have to start work at Micky D's or something eventually. I can go another month or so before I'm going to be hurting for money. I don't want to push myself into the job market when I'm about to get a great payout, but, let's face it, I have bills to pay. I was kind of holding out until the trust money came in so I'd be able to go on a mini-vacation with a friend of mine. Yes, me *going some place with a roomie* instead of meeting people. It's going to be interesting. I just hope it happens SOON.

Awaiting my mom, who picked up my comics today. Bagging and sorting the last six months worth of comics (which ae sitting here staring at me) is my next big project. Well after the site redesign. Maybe.

k9

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Blah Humbug

You know, my allergies have been pretty good for the last few years. No problems, no sickness, when they open up for the season they open up mildly and that's that. They opened up last night. Sinus pressure, pain, overwhelming desire to go back to @$##ing bed.

Of course I can't. I have to take my dad to the doctor. I have to go to the store after that and I have to be awake enough for him to grill these stupid burgers before noon so he can have his grill put away by 2 and he can be in bed by 4. Why? Because he's insane. I don't know.

Yesterday we had drama. I went to check on my dad before I took a shower. I opened the basement door and noticed steam and a sound of someone boiling water. Well, that's the thing, there's nothing downstairs to boil a kettle of water on. I go "oh $#@$" to myself then go downstairs.

The hot water heater is gushing water and there's steam everywhere. Not good. I tell my dad, who is in the other room of the basement and he denies that there's anything wrong. Even though the room smells of steam. I take him to the water heater and he continues to deny that there's anything wrong until he gets a foot from it and sees the water pouring out of it.

Five hours later and $700, we have a new hot water heater. I'm still cleaning up from the flood that it caused.

Somewhere in all of this, the graphics card on my computer in my bedroom starts freaking out. I feel like hell so I'm not going to bother with it until the drugs kick in. Drugs. Dayquil. Dayquil is good.

k9

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Sunday Night

You know, I've done some stupid things in my life. I've done some bad things in my life. I've also done some good stuff that I don't really make too much out of. I would hope that when I die if there's an afterlife I end up somewhere good. The trouble is, I already know that if the afterlife is a true thing then I'm going to hunt down the guy who invented daylight savings time and kick his butt.

Mind you, my body is weird to begin with. I've never needed an alarm clock. If I have to be up early then my brain just gives myself a weird dream to wake my body up. Usually I awake right on time and there isn't a problem. My sleep patterns are rock solid, for the post part. Never a problem getting enough sleep or going without sleep.

When it comes to daylight savings time, though, I get weird for in upwards of a month before it happens. I start getting sleepy early (or late, depending on time of year), I wake up early, I'm energetic when I shouldn't really be energetic. It's like I'm in the Central Time Zone and I forgot to change all the clocks (which I have to do or else I'll wake up all night looking at the clock then figuring out the "real" time, which is plus an hour, but my brain makes it a complex math formula and indicates that yes, I'm completely INSANE). It's horrible. I'm off and out of sorts and I hate this time of year.

I got through the day today and for the most part I'm in the home stretch of converting my cds into mp3 files. I never knew I had this many cds. It's insane. I used to buy a lot off of the record clubs when I was younger but lately my buying has slowed to two or three cds a year if that. If I can find it cheap on ebay I'll buy it, but otherwise I'll go without. This doesn't explain the stack of cds though. I can't explain it either. I have a lot of them and I am looking forward to completing this stupid project and filling my mp3 player up so I can get on with my life or my next project, whichever comes first.

I'm currently pausing to put laundry away. It's a New New Year's resolution. I cleaned up my bedroom last week and I'm determined to keep it clean. I'm even trying to do laundry as my hamper fills up and *not* letting it overflow to my floor. Hell, I'm even hanging up my shirts. I'm not ironing as of yet, but this room is pretty clean for once. Which is a minor miracle in itself.

I have a biopsy tomorrow. Nothing major. Just this pimple on my chest that I've had for more than a year. The doctor wants to cut it off and have it tested. I wasn't scared about it last week when we were originally going to do it. Then the doctor got sick and delayed it a week. In this week I've thought about it and now I'm scared crapless. I'm not thinking the worst, but my luck has been nothing but bad lately so lol ... wish me luck.

k9

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Sunday Early

It rained today. Nearly two inches so far with no end in sight. It's creepy out, not really misty, but just generally creepy. I'm thankful that it isn't colder and all of this would be snow, but still was creeped out for most of the day.

In the shower it hit me that the Beach Boys' 'Wouldn't Be Nice' could make a great haunting song if done right. I immediately text messaged my friend Summer, who has a gig coming up and her voice would be perfect for making the song haunting, and she said she'd try to work on it. That made my day.

Speaking of, I have the Beach Boys' 'Pet Sounds' Stereo Mix on right now. That leads me to music and another impossible job I have in front of me.

The other week I had this insane idea to take all my mp3s off of aging cds and transfer them to dvds. In the process I wanted to properly tag all the tracks and eliminate duplicates. Well, after a week of trying, I'm in the G's and there's no end to this project in sight. So tonight I get the bright idea that I should re-encode all of my cds in a higher format and that would kill more than half the dupes right there since I'd just delete the old copies.

Have I ever mentioned that I'm a genius in getting myself into impossible jobs?

I have stacks and stacks of cds lying on the floor of my office just waiting to be transferred to mp3. I have no idea when this project will end. I really am insane.

In the meantime I had taken all the songs off my mp3 player so it's sat here empty for the last couple of weeks. I should really spend tomorrow on the project just so I can fill my mp3 player again. But, you know, I have this feeling that life is going to get involved again and I won't.

Help me.

Cure me.

I'm nutso.

k9

PS I'm not really a Jerk. I just play one with TechTV. Love ya big red (well bleached blonde), keep the disses coming. :)
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