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Nothing to See Here

Alright, that was cheap.  Sorry.  I had tried to insert pictures into my post, but I guess you can't link to pictures from other sites.  Whatever, I didn't want to share my pictures with you anyways.  So now I'm stuck writing a post because I can't just delete a post altogheter...nope, gotta 'edit' it and waste everyone elses time, including my own.  Heh!  I'm going to go take a shower because its my civic responsibility.  I don't even stink.  I'm just going to go shower because I'm supposed to.  I used to see people at my old job who would come in stinking of filthy human.  I don't understand how they could live with themselves.  I think that a few of them actually showered every day, but they probably didn't wash their towels enough so when they dried off they were inadvertantly covering themselves with the cat-pee stench of an unwashed towel.  That's a weird smell.  I think there are some kinda bacteria or something that eat dead skin cells off of the towel and then they emit some kinda post-digestive gas onto the towel.  I just made that up.  I think it is interesting to lie a lot on this blog because the truth just isn't that interesting. 

The Kite Mecca

Man, high school was cool and I miss it.  One day, I'm going to open up a kite shop, but this won't be your ordinary kite shop.  This one is going to be big...and it will have an adjoining field so you can try out the kites before you buy them.  I'll also have people giving lessons and stuff.  The main draw will be the hot air balloon.  Its going to be tethered to the ground because it will be like free advertisement and a tourist draw probably.  I'd imagine it sucks chasing down free floating balloons anyways.  So, anyways, the shop will also sell R/C stuff like cars and airplanes.  If the field is big enough, you could probably have like R/C airplane pylon races.  There's also gonna be a dirt track for the R/C cars to race on with like a huge scaffolding so that you can view the whole track from a better perspective.  Oh, and a bar.  Gotta have a bar...with model trains running around delivering drinks to people.  That way you won't have to pay waiters.  Customers can just write down their orders on post-it notes and send the train back behind the bar where there will be a switchyard and a bartender with a conductors hat serving up beers onto the waiting trains.  Hell yeah. 

Kenny Wilkins Got Paid!

I just got paid!  The lady came around and brought my check right to my desk.  First check!  Woot!  The secretaries around the corner were like, "He doesn't have direct deposit?!?!?"  I guess I'm like one of 2 people who don't get direct deposit.  I like getting live paper checks better.  I feel like that SNL skit with Kenny Wilkins...the first black man to say "Hell no!" to direct deposit.

Screwed

So I get home from work today and there is a letter on the table.  It is from my mom's landlord.  It says that from now on, there will be a requirement for a parking pass to use the apartment complex parking lot.  The maximum they are allowing is 2 (which they can't do for everybody because there just aren't enough spots for 36 tenants to get 2 spots).  No third pass under any circumstances.  The problem is that my brother, my mother and myself all have cars.  My brother gets the pass because he has seniority (has been here longer) and he stays here more often than I do.  This is a dilema.  I will have no place to park my car.  I think instead of parking my car somewhere, I will smash it into the landlords car and that should free up 2 spots. 

What'choo Thankful For, Willis?

10.  The sun
9. My handsome face
8. The skill of orthopedic surgeons
7. My car
6. Derek Jeter
5. Banana Milk
4. Good friends
3. My edumacation
2. My great job
1. My wonderful girlfriend

You guys?


The Communist Taboo

Why is 'communist' such a dirty word? 

 I was just walking through the main lobby down on the ground level and I overheard some guy talking very loudly to a woman several yards away.  All I heard was this:

 "That's not very capitalist, Mary.  Maybe you should move to a....communist country"

He said 'communist country' so softly that she could barely hear him.  It was like he thought twice about saying it, but figured he had to because he couldn't just leave the sentence fragment he had already said loudly.

 Communism is just another political ideal, right?  Why is it so taboo?

I worked with a Bulgarian guy at the gas station and we talked a lot about Bulgaria.  He told me that everyone there wanted communism back really badly, but it would never be as good as it was, even if they elected a communist leader.  He says that everybody got paid relatively the same wages, whether you were a doctor or a streetsweeper and there was little class-based conflict.  The real difference was in the quality of work you had to do.

Nobody had to find jobs either.  The government gave you jobs and it was illegal not to work.  Now, in Bulgaria, people are having tremendous difficulty finding jobs.  The poor resent the rich.  People are just unhappy and confused about what to do in life. 

 

Bad Few Days in Newington

Well, lots of weird stuff has been going on here today. I feel really bad for everyone who is involved. This is what I know so far.

Friday night, one of the high school kids went out with his friends riding their ATV's. He was riding without a helmet and was unfamiliar with the terrain. Apparently, he hit a metal gate and it hit him square in the face. Broke his neck and he died.

Tonight they are holding a memorial for him at the Newington High School parking lot.

About 5 minutes ago my mom yells at me from the other room. She says that the police officer who acts as a truancy type officer at Newington High was shot a little while ago. Apparently her ex-boyfriend found out she had a new boyfriend and he followed her to her sisters and shot her. She was young (in her 20's)

I guess he is currently on the run. Most of the police in Newington are at the memorial service for the boy who died in the ATV accident. I just heard a bunch of police cars go racing by my apartment.

Its going to be a very bad week for the kids in that school. Its pretty much horrible all around.

I'll keep ya updated on any further developments.

i-Work

Woot!  I just did something good at work!  :)  It wasn't all that difficult really, but the boss lady said, "Good!  At least somebody understands this!".  It took me about an hour of reading through the damn software manual, but I did good work.  I'm not a failure yet!  Yessss!

Did and Done

This day was as was is.  Did only as does can do.  Not a bad day, but as long as its a done day, it was a good day.  It was busy during the doing, made up for it with the didn\'t do after the do.  There\'s a lot of not doing to do still.  Then it all starts all over again.

Bilbo Biggins

So last weekend I had an idea.  At first I thought it was a bad idea, but then I realized that it was not a bad idea.  The idea was to find the biggest number ever.  Sounds retarded, right?  That's what I thought at first too.  So I got up and Googled it.  Turns out there are some pretty big numbers out there.  Bigger numbers than I would have imagined.  I suppose we should start out with a smallish number such as a googol.  A googol is a 1 with 100 zeros behind it.  I could easily type out a googol right now if I wanted to.  One hundred zeros would probably take less than a minute to type out.  From what I can tell from my limited amount of research on the subject, there isn't really a googol of anything though.  In reality, there could never be a googol of anything because the universe just doesn't have enough stuff in it.  Scientists estimate that there are between 10^72 and 10^87 particles in the universe.  That falls really short of 10^100.  Really really short.  Unfortunately, the universe is a lot of empty space.  However, if the universe was packed to the edges with neutrons (which are around 1/1,000th the size of an atom) there would be 10^130 neutrons...in 15 billion light years of space.  So a googol is a number I can sorta wrap my head around.  Its big, but not that big.  I suppose next in line would be the googolplex.  The googolplex is much much bigger.  It would be a 1 followed by a googol zeros.  It can only really be written out using exponents (like 10^10^100).  This number could obviously not be written because we don't even have a googol of particles in the universe...so a googol of zeros is a bit overboard.  There's no real way to use this number for anything.  So now it might seem like we're getting to the end of big numbers, but a googolplex is about as big as a a speck on the knee of a flea compared with 'busy beaver numbers'.  I don't understand 'busy beaver numbers' no matter how many websites I go to.  I think I need more info on the different symbols they use, so if there are any math wizards out there that can explain some of the stuff for me, that would be great.  So that about does it for me an big numbers.  I figure I won't need to be counting more stuff than there is in the universe.  Since going on this little numerical adventure last weekend, I've really started to like the number 1 a lot more.  So, my next blog entry will probably try to cover small things.  :)

Blogs in the Office

I think the blog in the attic is shriveling up...but really its only feigning death.  I been so damn busy with work lately that I have no time at all to check this place.  The good news is that the job is freakin' awesome and sometimes when I'm sitting home at night I actually start wanting to go back.  The bad part is that I'm a 9-5er with not much else at all during the week.  By the time I get to the parking garage after work it is already dark and I'm usually tired anyways.  But really though...I'm totally thankful for this opportunity.  They're even printing up a box of business cards for me...and I'm getting some Cavutto stationery.  Since it is veterans day today, there is no mail coming in so I'm going to have to come up with some creative ways to look busy.  I think I'm going to go reorganize some binders because some of them are way too full to be easily wielded by the twig-armed attorneys. 

10 Things To Do

I was thinking about writing about 10 things I want to do.   Here goes.

 1.  Build a go-kart.  I never had a go-kart as a kid and now that I think of it, I'm glad I didn't.  That's because if I had had a go-kart as a kid, I would probably be burnt out on the idea.  Also, my parents probably woulda gotten me some lame ass slow go-kart and it would like barely be able to climb hills.  Now that I'm older, I could make a kick-ass go-kart.  Unfortunately I don't know anything about building motorized stuff so I'm gonna need some help.  Joe?

 2.  Hang glide.  Hang gliding always sounded like it was really cool to me.  Its like strapping a giant kite on your back.  I want to run off of a cliff also.  I saw people doing this in France and I thought it must be the coolest thing ever to jump off a mountain top in the Alps and fly over the patchwork array of farmlands.

 3.  Play a 9 inning game of baseball at Yankee Stadium.  We play 'pick-up' games during the summer months in Newington.  Its so much fun its unreal.  We usually have two full 9 person teams and everything...umpire, catchers gear, the whole works.  I figure that since they are building a new Yankee Stadium next to the current one, they might let us play a game there.  That would be the highlight of my life.  Coming to bat in the same batters box Mattingly, Mantle and Ruth used.  Frickin' surreal.

 4.  Climb a pyramid.  I'm pretty sure that this is totally illegal and stuff, but I think it would be cool to camp out on the very top of the pyramid.  Like overnight and all that.  I bet you could see the sun start to rise before the light hits the bottom of it...maybe.  Who knows, never been up there.

 5.  Build a trebuchet catapult.  But not some scaled down replica or anything.  I know that meg has something like this in her profile, but I've always been amazed by this catapult ever since I saw one throw a piano across a farmers field.  I wonder if you have to have some kinda license to build and work one of those.  Seems like you could do a lot of damage with one.

6.  Tape a lit cigar to one of those gas station vacuums.  I wonder how long it would take to burn the whole thing to the end.  There would definitely be lots of smoke billowing out.  

 7.  Build a luxury treehouse.  I used to build tree houses all the time as a kid.  My really good friend Jamie and I had a thing for tree houses.  I think all-in-all we built 9 of them.  One of them was a triple decked one.  I think that when I get older, I'd like to build a real sweet one with a porch and insulation and cable tv and electricity.  Then I could go out there and watch Yankees games and everyone would want to be my friend.

8.  Buy my parents old house.  I think it would be really cool if I would be able to buy my childhood home back.  I'm sure I would be disappointed though because the people that live in it now really screwed the place up.  I guess they're like the beverly hillbillies...

 9.  Fix my piano.  I have a player piano that in inherited from my grandmother and it kicks ass.  My mom got it all restored and tuned up and all the rotten wood was replaced by new wood and it totally looks great and plays great also.  Its just that the player part doesn't work.  Like the part that reads the music and plays by itself.  That would be so frickin' cool if that worked!  It would look like it was being played by a ghost.  Old school player pianos kick so much assssss!

10.  Build an RC plane from scratch.  This is one of those things that would take years and years because I would first have to acquire a workshop of sorts.  Then tools.  Then supplies.  But it just seems like one of those cool projects that I could go do after work when I was bored.  

11.  For some reason, I want to learn how to knit also.  But I wouldn't knit regular things like scarves or mittens.  I want to knit like weird stuff...like maybe some camo cargo pants.  That would be cool.  I'm sure it would be cool to knit sweaters and mittens too...but they would have to be really cool patterns and colors and stuff.  Stuff you don't normally get from grandma.  I really dig those knitted bikinis too... 

 

 

Happy Birthday to Me!

Happy Birthday to me!  Well, its not really my birthday. That's in February.  Today is just a regular day in November.  November first.  Some people have bad things to say about November, but I don't really mind it.  It could be a worse month really.  I'm sure somebody named November after something but I don't know what it is.  Naming months must've been a really big deal back in the day.  I'm sure it wasn't a full time job though.  It was probably interesting to live back before they started naming months...they probably didn't even name the days back then either.  I bet the first guy that started naming days was ridiculed by his peers.  They were like, "Hey, did you guys hear that Bob went off his rocker today?  Yeah, completely nutso.  He says that today is Wednesday.  Yeah, Wednesday.  What the hell is that supposed to mean?  He says that seven days from now it will be Wednesday again."  I think it would've been really interesting if they hadn't stopped with the new days after Sunday.  Like 365 individually named days.  Apparently the seven day week goes back at least as far as the Old Testament cause God rested on the seventh and then quit his day job.  Slacker.

Blogs in the Attic

I'm the worst blogger ever. I just can't update this thing as much as I would like to and I'm starting to feel like a neglectful parent who chains up my blog in the attic and whenever it starts whimpering about the spiders I knock on the ceiling with a broom handle to really give it something to cry about. I yell, "Don't make me come up there, blog!" and the blog is all screaming, "You never come up here!" so I yell back, "We're eating lobster down here but we can never feed you good things because you don't apprecieate nice things!" The screaming match goes on for a long time until I realize that the blog actually likes the screaming because someone is paying attention to it. Then I get really really quiet and listen to it moan and sob incessantly until it finally cries itself to sleep. Then I bang on the ceiling again to wake it up and it starts howling all over again. "My chains are chaffing!" "My spider bite is infected!" "How can you sit down there and watch Full House reruns all night!" That Full House comment really touches a raw nerve with me so I run up to the attic in a fit of rage and scream, "You shut up about Full House! Aunt Becky is the most wonderful person in the entire world! You are the most disrespectful and unappreciative blog I have ever laid eyes on!" Goddammit blog! That Full House comment was really uncalled for!

My Old Motorcycle

 

The one above is my old 1979 Honda CX 500 Custom...crashed it into a guardrail in 2001.  Broke my femur into 6 peices, shaved off most of my left elbow and now have 14 screws and a plate there.  Lost a peice of bone in my right hand and now have 5 screws and a plate there also.  Good times!  Now I ride a slightly smaller hog.

 

 

Yesssss!!!!!

I got a job today! That's right, I got a real job! :) A major international corporate law firm! Law Librarian! The company handles huge bankruptcies! Yessssss!!!!!!

The Oracle Speaks!

Let me gaze into the future for a moment. There will be a raffle. I will win it. I will be really happy that I won until I find out that I won a huge bottle of hard alcohol and I will trade it to somebody because I will still not like hard alcohol. The person who I trade it to will not have to be persuaded because he will enjoy hard alcohol. After the alcohol is traded, we will become great friends and lead our people to freedom. Several days later we will abandon the freedom because with freedom comes responsibility and my new friend will be terribly drunk and irresponsible. We will then decide not to be great friends anymore. He will be so upset that he will run away to Argentina to be a gaucho, but his horse riding skills will be so exceptional that he gets drafted into the Argentinian Polo League. He will play polo drunk and fall off of his horse many times. He will return to America to find that I have led many more people to freedom and he too will want to be led to freedom but I will say 'no' because he is too drunk and irresponsible.

The Anti Idea

I've got nothing to say...nothing at all. So, I figure I'll just write about whatever comes into my head while I'm sitting here. The typing part is easy because I don't even think about it so I can just do this...just type without a thought ever popping into my head. Wouldn't that be the worst blog post ever? Just write about writing a post. I think I'm going to do it but I'm sure I'll get sidetracked and start writing about an actual idea. So here we are. Me writing. You reading. People don't realize the amount of time and money I put into this blog. Every waking hour of every day I scour the Earth for tantalizing tidbits so you can learn something about me. I guess I should spend less time scouring the Earth and just write about me. The problem I have with that is that I don't want to talk about myself. I know I've done it previously, but really though, I'd much rather write something about a mystery that popped into my head. But I'm not going to do that though. Because I realize that this post has taken a severe turn towards for the worst and I have to follow it until its logical conclusion. Its awful awful conclusion. A conclusion that may include closure or not. A conclusion that may make you think about the true nature of what you are reading or not. Well, we'll get to the conclusion in a little while so I still have time. Right now we're in the middle. Usually this space is reserved for ideas, but not in this post. This post is the anti-idea. A mind numbing idiotpalooza where every direction can be taken at once with complete disregard for the readers enjoyment or any other abstract concept that isn't this post. The middle is like the great turning point of this post, where I deftly maneuver from bad to worse like a drunken clown who neglected his designated driving duty and is now careening around town in a volkswagen with two dozen of his closest friends. This post will devour your faith in humanity like another terrible metaphor for something bad about this post. The writing part is going pretty well though. Stuff is getting written and there is no lack of writing going on. Could be that I'm just taking the easy way out, but when you think about it, there's really nothing that I'm actually trying to get out of. Well, lookey here...a conclusion.

Memoirs of a Pencil

I cleaned out my backpack today and I think I finally retired my pencil for good. Done and done. We finally parted ways and it was pretty hard on both of us. I first met Dr. Grip (yes, a Dr. Grip pencil.... 0.5 lead) back in high school. I worked at Office Max and I had a thing for pocketing pens and pencils. I've always loved perusing the pen/pencil aisle for some reason. They're all basically the same, but they're all so different. So, I got Dr. Grip and I fell in love with it. I used it throughout my senior year in highschool and upon graduating, I brought it with me on my 'year off' before going to college. I used that pencil my first day of college, second, third, etc. Everyday. Every frickin' day. I never looked at another writing utensil. It was an amazing 7 years. (1 high school, 1 year vacation, 5 years college). I lost it only once and it wasn't my fault. Goddam ferret was a rubber addict and he took it out on my pencil once. Found it a week later all chewed up under a bed. I actually had to go to the store and buy another $5 pen and exchange rubbers with it. But the pencil lived on. I used it so much that the embossed lettering actually wore off. I wonder if there is some kind of record for how long someone has used the same pencil. Because 15 years ago there was only plain old wooden pencils that had a definitive lifespan. My pencil was a machine. A stylus cyborg.
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