I'm listening to Patti Smith and I'm not sure if I want to strangle her or cradle her in my arms lovingly, like with---you guessed it--a baby. I have to admit, I'm angling towards strangling her. I'm not in the mood for her bullshit right now, so I'll listen to some Nick Lowe instead. Nope, it'll be the Stones Sticky Fingers before that'll happen. Mmmm, that's better.
Near the end of the day at work today, I tested my typing skills. I averaged about forty words a minute. I think, if I'm not mistaken, that's pretty good. Yeah, it is good, isn't it? I am a good typer. Let me say it aloud. Wow, saying it aloud is empowering. That's some Tony Robbins shit right there. Soon enough, I'll report back to you that I'm typing sixty words a minute and you'll get all teary-eyed in admiration. Stay tuned. (I just typed this paragraph in twenty five seconds. Ah, you don't believe me).
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Earlier, I was reading about the Dyatlov Pass Accident. If you've never heard about this bizarre mystery, you can read about it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyatlov_Pass_Accident. I challenge you, after studying the details of the case, to come up with a logical explanation of what happened. If you arrive at a conclusion that doesn't involve the paranormal, I want you to email immediately with it. My email is: dukefame1@yahoo.com (that's the second time I've posted my email in a week. I never do that. What does that mean? Hmmm....)
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The Celtics just signed PJ Brown and it looks nearly certain they'll sign Sam Cassell off waivers. I'm almost as giddy over this as I was as a kid when a new Star Wars movie was released. If you're not a Celtics fan, this news means absolutely nothing to you, and you've probably moved on to the next paragraph already. Actually, I think I'll join you.
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I was walking on the bike path last night, gearing up for a run up the hill portion of Cedar st., and saw a woman coming my way who looked like Amanda. As she passed by, I thought it might have been her, but if it was, why didn't she stop in recognition? Maybe for the same reason I didn't. As I ran up the hill a minute later, I couldn't get the thought out of my head that it was Amanda that I saw. If it was, I had just been a rude son of a bitch. After giving it some more thought, I decided that it wasn't her, that it was just someone who looked liker her. That still didn't stop me from speeding up my run so that I might catch up to her on my way back and get a second look. Alas, I never did catch up to her. I'll have to remember to ask Amanda about this the next time we talk.
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Ever read something like this in a magazine or newspaper:
When asked what it was like working with Hillary Duff, the star of Malcolm in the Middle put it this way: "It was really cool filming this [movie] with Hillary. [She's] so cool. Someday I'd like to have [sex] with her. That would be, like, so [cool]!"
Ok, I'm probably an idiot, but whenever I see words inserted in a quote, like the one above, I wonder what that's supposed to mean. Did Frankie Muniz, in his statement about Hillary Duff, not say the words in parenthesis? If not, was he speaking in incomplete sentences, using different words that the editor took umbrage with, or did he mumble so badly that certain words had to be guessed at, hence the parenthesis? I just don't know. You may as well solve this mystery for me, too, when you email me with your explanation about the Dyatlov Pass Accident. Thanks for helping a brother out.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Lies and betrayals, fruit covered nails
Ok, I said I'd relate the Kim story, so here it it. I'm not sure it's worth even the small amount of hype that preceded it, but I'll let you be the judge. At the very least, it will occupy some of the massive amount of time you have at your disposal to waste.
At work this past Saturday, Kim went on a bank run for me around 8:30. She returned around nine and I asked her why it took her so long (it should only take a half hour at most, round trip). She responded that she had to wait for the bank to open. Oh, and her daughter had called her on her cell and told her she was throwing up. Why this would lengthen her trip to the bank, I don't know. Maybe she was hanging out in the parking lot at the bank, talking her daughter through her ordeal.
Whatever caused her to take so long ceased to matter once she brought up her daughter being sick. I knew, that no matter what, she would be leaving shortly, even though she said she told her daughter she couldn't leave work. Kim sat at the computer for a minute or two and I could see the wheels spinning in her head. She was plotting her escape. I asked her if she had the bank receipts and she said they were in her car. I was on my way outside anyway to clear snow off a couple of Penske trucks and offered to get them for her and she told me her doors were locked. I made a mental note not to forget the receipts because Karen had just emphasized the day before how important it was that I kept a record of all bank transactions.
As I was clearing off one of the trucks, Kim came running out in a panic and told me her daughter was freaking out and she had to go attend to her. I knew she was going to bail, but I figured she'd at least wait until I came back in. Kim has a history of flimsy excuses, so I didn't exhibit too much concern over her daughter. She said she'd try to come back later, but I knew I wouldn't see her. And I didn't. I also wasn't able to get the deposit receipts from her.
On Monday, Karen called me at home and asked me if Kim had made it to the bank on Saturday. I told her she did, and Karen told me the money didn't show up in her account. It was then that I recalled that one of the deposits was over 1800 dollars in cash. Uh oh. Karen told me not to say anything to Kim about it when I saw her the next day.
Before Kim came into work on Tuesday, Gio told me Karen had Kim come into work to explain to her what happened on Saturday. Apparently, Kim had changed her story several times, with the end result being that she never made it to the bank. She gave the cash back to Karen and, since I've been working with her all week, Kim didn't lose her job.
Karen has yet to fill me in on what happened and I'm not sure why. Maybe she thinks I'm involved in Kim's sneaky behavior somehow. I'm curious to know what really happened. I'm pretty sure it wasn't an innocent mistake, forgetting to make the deposit and holding on to all that cash over the weekend. No, she was up to something, but how in the hell did she expect to get away with it, whatever "it" may have been. I'll have to probe Karen about this when I have a chance, but considering she didn't volunteer the information to me, I wonder if she'll be forthcoming.
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It's time to watch the Celtics play the Cavs. I'll probably only watch some of it because there are other, more essential, matters for me to take care of.
At work this past Saturday, Kim went on a bank run for me around 8:30. She returned around nine and I asked her why it took her so long (it should only take a half hour at most, round trip). She responded that she had to wait for the bank to open. Oh, and her daughter had called her on her cell and told her she was throwing up. Why this would lengthen her trip to the bank, I don't know. Maybe she was hanging out in the parking lot at the bank, talking her daughter through her ordeal.
Whatever caused her to take so long ceased to matter once she brought up her daughter being sick. I knew, that no matter what, she would be leaving shortly, even though she said she told her daughter she couldn't leave work. Kim sat at the computer for a minute or two and I could see the wheels spinning in her head. She was plotting her escape. I asked her if she had the bank receipts and she said they were in her car. I was on my way outside anyway to clear snow off a couple of Penske trucks and offered to get them for her and she told me her doors were locked. I made a mental note not to forget the receipts because Karen had just emphasized the day before how important it was that I kept a record of all bank transactions.
As I was clearing off one of the trucks, Kim came running out in a panic and told me her daughter was freaking out and she had to go attend to her. I knew she was going to bail, but I figured she'd at least wait until I came back in. Kim has a history of flimsy excuses, so I didn't exhibit too much concern over her daughter. She said she'd try to come back later, but I knew I wouldn't see her. And I didn't. I also wasn't able to get the deposit receipts from her.
On Monday, Karen called me at home and asked me if Kim had made it to the bank on Saturday. I told her she did, and Karen told me the money didn't show up in her account. It was then that I recalled that one of the deposits was over 1800 dollars in cash. Uh oh. Karen told me not to say anything to Kim about it when I saw her the next day.
Before Kim came into work on Tuesday, Gio told me Karen had Kim come into work to explain to her what happened on Saturday. Apparently, Kim had changed her story several times, with the end result being that she never made it to the bank. She gave the cash back to Karen and, since I've been working with her all week, Kim didn't lose her job.
Karen has yet to fill me in on what happened and I'm not sure why. Maybe she thinks I'm involved in Kim's sneaky behavior somehow. I'm curious to know what really happened. I'm pretty sure it wasn't an innocent mistake, forgetting to make the deposit and holding on to all that cash over the weekend. No, she was up to something, but how in the hell did she expect to get away with it, whatever "it" may have been. I'll have to probe Karen about this when I have a chance, but considering she didn't volunteer the information to me, I wonder if she'll be forthcoming.
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It's time to watch the Celtics play the Cavs. I'll probably only watch some of it because there are other, more essential, matters for me to take care of.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
You've got to be cruel to be kind
I had one of the worst nightmares I've had in a long time last night. In it I was staying at a friend's house---a huge, gothic manse---and one night we were on his lap top watching a You Tube video of a guy with a milky, maggoty, complexion dressed entirely in black standing over another guy tied up in a chair. The guy in black was supposed to be a vampire, as was evident when he started feasting on the other guy's neck. The effects were top notch; the blood looked real and so did the torn flesh. The acting wasn't half bad, either; the man being ripped apart was really getting into the role.
All the same, I wasn't that into the clip. I've never been a big fan of gore and, though I enjoy the occasional vampire flick, I wouldn't consider myself a fan of the genre. My friend was really into it, however, and proceeded to show me, and a couple of other friends, more clips starring our pale vampire friend. It was mentioned that no one knew where these clips originated from and that some people believed that a real vampire was being filmed. I was having none of it and laughed at the guys for even entertaining the idea.
Later on that night, someone stopped by and told us that the alleged vampire was actually living a few floors below us in the basement. That was when matters took a horrific turn.
One of our friends ventured down to the basement to verify this unlikely claim and never returned. We assumed he had gone home when he didn't return. A couple of hours later, a new vampire clip was available and there was a new victim---our missing friend. We all freaked out as we watched fangs and claws flay him to death. We decided to leave the house.
We were out in the middle of nowhere, and we became separated. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the vampire swoop down and rip the head off of one of my companions. I doubled back to the house, feeling too exposed outside. I hid under my bed until dawn arrived.
Rather than hightail it out of there now that it was daylight, I remained at the house until nighttime. I realized my folly too late and got on my lap top to see if there were any new videos posted. There was. Two more of my friends were being held captive by the vampire. I was absolutely terrified and I feared for my soul. I knew I would die that night; there was nothing I could do to protect myself from that killing machine (garlic, holy water, etc., were ineffective against this particular vampire). I sat and waited in fear for his terrible arrival.
That was when I awoke, thank God. I was so relieved that I started laughing. The dream was long, damnit! Too long. I immediately had an idea about what the dream was telling me and fell back asleep. I'll spare you any analysis---I feel bad enough for relating the dream in detail---but it would seem a very strong message had been sent to me.
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I wanted to share what happened with Kim at work the other day---some scandalous stuff--- but it'll have to wait until my next post, because I'm pretty beat. I went on a tent job at Mass General today and though it was kind of cool walking around wearing a hard hat and vest, the construction site was a muddy mess and I couldn't wait to back to dry land.
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I'll watch some more of Planet Earth tonight, the best nature series I've ever seen. Really, I've watched most of it so far with my jaw agape. Incredible!
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Gio brought Timothy, the little Yorkshire Terrier puppy, into work after lunch today. He left him with me the entire afternoon and he slept in lap as I did my paperwork. I hope he comes back.
All the same, I wasn't that into the clip. I've never been a big fan of gore and, though I enjoy the occasional vampire flick, I wouldn't consider myself a fan of the genre. My friend was really into it, however, and proceeded to show me, and a couple of other friends, more clips starring our pale vampire friend. It was mentioned that no one knew where these clips originated from and that some people believed that a real vampire was being filmed. I was having none of it and laughed at the guys for even entertaining the idea.
Later on that night, someone stopped by and told us that the alleged vampire was actually living a few floors below us in the basement. That was when matters took a horrific turn.
One of our friends ventured down to the basement to verify this unlikely claim and never returned. We assumed he had gone home when he didn't return. A couple of hours later, a new vampire clip was available and there was a new victim---our missing friend. We all freaked out as we watched fangs and claws flay him to death. We decided to leave the house.
We were out in the middle of nowhere, and we became separated. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the vampire swoop down and rip the head off of one of my companions. I doubled back to the house, feeling too exposed outside. I hid under my bed until dawn arrived.
Rather than hightail it out of there now that it was daylight, I remained at the house until nighttime. I realized my folly too late and got on my lap top to see if there were any new videos posted. There was. Two more of my friends were being held captive by the vampire. I was absolutely terrified and I feared for my soul. I knew I would die that night; there was nothing I could do to protect myself from that killing machine (garlic, holy water, etc., were ineffective against this particular vampire). I sat and waited in fear for his terrible arrival.
That was when I awoke, thank God. I was so relieved that I started laughing. The dream was long, damnit! Too long. I immediately had an idea about what the dream was telling me and fell back asleep. I'll spare you any analysis---I feel bad enough for relating the dream in detail---but it would seem a very strong message had been sent to me.
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I wanted to share what happened with Kim at work the other day---some scandalous stuff--- but it'll have to wait until my next post, because I'm pretty beat. I went on a tent job at Mass General today and though it was kind of cool walking around wearing a hard hat and vest, the construction site was a muddy mess and I couldn't wait to back to dry land.
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I'll watch some more of Planet Earth tonight, the best nature series I've ever seen. Really, I've watched most of it so far with my jaw agape. Incredible!
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Gio brought Timothy, the little Yorkshire Terrier puppy, into work after lunch today. He left him with me the entire afternoon and he slept in lap as I did my paperwork. I hope he comes back.
Monday, February 25, 2008
In the morning we'll wrestle and ruin our stomachs with coffee
Good to be away from work for a bit. Bill walked out on me yesterday, his reason being he didn't want to work under Gio, who had recently become warehouse manager. "I don't trust that asshole", he said. "He's a rat and I'll never take an order from him." There wasn't much I could say to that, save a couple of comments about Bill not necessarily working under Gio, but rather working with him, that didn't really carry much weight. So, he left and I'm short a mechanic. Too bad, I liked Bill and his peculiarities.
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Yesterday, I went to The Independent with Luke Warm for lunch and afterward went to his house to play some basketball on his Playstation. We played as the Fucks, a team comprised of the NBA's hardcases. Not a bad team, really, but we still lost against the Cavs. These things happen.
Hung out with Spira later on and got some latte's at the 'bucks and later went back to my place to watch a Frank Zappa documentary centered around the his high watermark period of Overnight Sensation and Apostrophe.
I finally got to watch Loose Change: Final Cut last night and I was impressed with how much new information they put in. Having said that, it seemed a little too convoluted for it's own good. Could be because I watched rather late last night and wasn't as alert as I otherwise would be. I'll have to watch it again to be sure. One thing that was sure about the film was that it established clearly that the events of 9/11 were not orchestrated by Mr. Bin Laden & co.
Not that you need to know or even care, but I've been damn horny recently. It must be my mating season. Ladies, if you want to help a brother out, you can shoot me an email at dukefame1@yahoo.com. Even if it's just to talk me through this difficult time, your help would be much appreciated.
Going to watch some of the BBC's Planet Earth series later on. Amazing stuff. If you haven't seen it yet, you owe it yourself to check it out. That's a direct order.
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Yesterday, I went to The Independent with Luke Warm for lunch and afterward went to his house to play some basketball on his Playstation. We played as the Fucks, a team comprised of the NBA's hardcases. Not a bad team, really, but we still lost against the Cavs. These things happen.
Hung out with Spira later on and got some latte's at the 'bucks and later went back to my place to watch a Frank Zappa documentary centered around the his high watermark period of Overnight Sensation and Apostrophe.
I finally got to watch Loose Change: Final Cut last night and I was impressed with how much new information they put in. Having said that, it seemed a little too convoluted for it's own good. Could be because I watched rather late last night and wasn't as alert as I otherwise would be. I'll have to watch it again to be sure. One thing that was sure about the film was that it established clearly that the events of 9/11 were not orchestrated by Mr. Bin Laden & co.
Not that you need to know or even care, but I've been damn horny recently. It must be my mating season. Ladies, if you want to help a brother out, you can shoot me an email at dukefame1@yahoo.com. Even if it's just to talk me through this difficult time, your help would be much appreciated.
Going to watch some of the BBC's Planet Earth series later on. Amazing stuff. If you haven't seen it yet, you owe it yourself to check it out. That's a direct order.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Hold my life until I'm ready to use it
There's a song on the new American Music Club album called Windows on the World about Mark Eitzel, the singer of the group, being shown a good time in New York by his friend Kid atop the World Trade Center in the restaurant the song is named after. There is no mention of 9/11 in the song but it lurks, ominous, in its seams. It ends with the crunch and squeal of feedback, which I'm sure was intended to depict the implosion of the building.
I've listened to the song over and over and I think it resonates with me so much because it illustrates how much was lost that fateful day in September. So many people's lives were taken from them that it's still hard to digest. To attach histories to the thousands who perished would be overwhelming. As a student of 9/11, I've focused more on the perpetrators of the day's events than I have on the people who were murdered. They should not be forgotten, though it may be hard to conjure their lives from the ashes. We owe them that much.
I just watched a documentary on Google video called 9/11 : Falling Man, about the people who jumped from the World Trade Center in order to escape the horror from within. It was a touching and disconcerting video. Such a grand tragedy, all that loss of life. An even greater tragedy is that the criminals who orchestrated and profited from this mass murder have not been brought to justice. And it appears there are more than a few of them. The tyranny runs deep.
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Last night I went to Christopher's in Porter Square and had dinner with Adam, Michael, Andy, Inmay, and Bridget. I had a burger with avocado slices, caramelized onions, and swiss cheese. Don't think for a second that it wasn't delicious, because it most certainly was. It was good seeing everyone. Our table was in front of a fireplace and I didn't want to leave it's warmth, that is until I saw the face of a demon in the flames. Then I was like "Yo, this is mad fucked up!", and hightailed it out of there.
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Gio brought a Yorkshire terrier puppy he was taking care of named Timothy, to work yesterday, and I fell deeply in love with him. Not romantic love---I'm not into the interspecies scene---but love in its truest sense, which is inexpressible, by the way, so I won't even bother trying to define it. We became best friends within five minutes of meeting each other and throughout the day I made excuses to go out back and hang out with him. And sometimes he'd come see me. On one occasion, I was working at the computer when I felt something brush up against my leg. I thought it may have been a rat and I nearly fell out of my chair. Turns out it was Timothy and in my fright, I nearly stepped on him. That would have sucked, crippling my new best friend.
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After today's snowfall, I expected my drive home to be a precarious one, but you know what, it was ok. I took a nap when I came home and woke up feeling blue. I always do when I emerge from naps. Don't know why. I'm usually fine when I wake up in the morning, but after naps it takes me a few minutes to snap out of the doldrums. Anyway, what I'm leading up to, and it's not much of a climax to the paragraph, is that after I woke up and after I had some nan and biryani, I went out and shoveled my driveway and sidewalks. Nothing of note happened while I was out there; just shoveled, is all.
I told you it wasn't much of a climax.
I've listened to the song over and over and I think it resonates with me so much because it illustrates how much was lost that fateful day in September. So many people's lives were taken from them that it's still hard to digest. To attach histories to the thousands who perished would be overwhelming. As a student of 9/11, I've focused more on the perpetrators of the day's events than I have on the people who were murdered. They should not be forgotten, though it may be hard to conjure their lives from the ashes. We owe them that much.
I just watched a documentary on Google video called 9/11 : Falling Man, about the people who jumped from the World Trade Center in order to escape the horror from within. It was a touching and disconcerting video. Such a grand tragedy, all that loss of life. An even greater tragedy is that the criminals who orchestrated and profited from this mass murder have not been brought to justice. And it appears there are more than a few of them. The tyranny runs deep.
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Last night I went to Christopher's in Porter Square and had dinner with Adam, Michael, Andy, Inmay, and Bridget. I had a burger with avocado slices, caramelized onions, and swiss cheese. Don't think for a second that it wasn't delicious, because it most certainly was. It was good seeing everyone. Our table was in front of a fireplace and I didn't want to leave it's warmth, that is until I saw the face of a demon in the flames. Then I was like "Yo, this is mad fucked up!", and hightailed it out of there.
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Gio brought a Yorkshire terrier puppy he was taking care of named Timothy, to work yesterday, and I fell deeply in love with him. Not romantic love---I'm not into the interspecies scene---but love in its truest sense, which is inexpressible, by the way, so I won't even bother trying to define it. We became best friends within five minutes of meeting each other and throughout the day I made excuses to go out back and hang out with him. And sometimes he'd come see me. On one occasion, I was working at the computer when I felt something brush up against my leg. I thought it may have been a rat and I nearly fell out of my chair. Turns out it was Timothy and in my fright, I nearly stepped on him. That would have sucked, crippling my new best friend.
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After today's snowfall, I expected my drive home to be a precarious one, but you know what, it was ok. I took a nap when I came home and woke up feeling blue. I always do when I emerge from naps. Don't know why. I'm usually fine when I wake up in the morning, but after naps it takes me a few minutes to snap out of the doldrums. Anyway, what I'm leading up to, and it's not much of a climax to the paragraph, is that after I woke up and after I had some nan and biryani, I went out and shoveled my driveway and sidewalks. Nothing of note happened while I was out there; just shoveled, is all.
I told you it wasn't much of a climax.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
There's danger at the edge of town
While out on errands for work, I stopped at Newbury Comics and picked up Radiohead's In Rainbows, an album I'd been putting off getting for reasons that escape me, and the latest from American Music Club, one of my favorite bands. That one was a surprise; I had no idea they had a new one coming out. So far it's really good. Both bands write some of the most gorgeous, haunting ballads I've ever heard and it's a nice bit of symmetry that I picked up discs by them. My original intention was to pick up the reissue of Jesus of Cool, Nick Lowe's first record, but they didn't have it. Oh well, maybe another time.
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I called my grandmother's house today, expecting her to pick up. I knew she had been slated to return home either yesterday or today after having surgery to put cement in her spine (this was too strengthen her back), but when the phone kept ringing, I knew she was still in the hospital. I called over to Lahey Clinic and my aunt picked up. My grandmother was sleeping after having her second surgery in as many days. My aunt sounded heavy-hearted. Out of anyone, she is the closest to my grandmother and this has been especially hard on her. She told me my grandmother is still in a lot of pain and that they'll be performing another surgery tomorrow in an effort to alleviate some of it. As it stands, she'll be leaving the hospital in a couple of days only to go right back to rehab, this time in Woburn.
I've heard from various family members that my grandmother has mentioned throwing in the towel. This could be the final stretch for her. How much more of this can she take? She's ninety years old and she's in constant pain. I hope she gets through this, but what I hope more is for her to be free of pain.
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After going for a run after work, I heard the call of the Black Dragon again. And yes, I heeded it's call. Of course I did---like I said in a recent post, the shit is good! Anyway, henceforth I'll be taking a break from the dragon. That, my friends is a promise. I'd curse you, Spira, for exposing me to the stuff, but it's so damn tasty I can't fault you.
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The exterminator came by work today to empty out some traps and when I saw him out back he asked me if I wanted to see what he caught. I said sure, and he opened the the box he was carrying and inside were three dead rats. Half-expecting a feeling of revulsion at the sight, instead I was surprised at how clean and well groomed they looked. Considering where they hang out, that was an impressive sight.
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Going to watch some of the C's tonight. KG, Big Baby, and Perk will be making their returns from injuries and it'll be good seeing them play again. Especially KG. With that, I will end this and try to get some songwriting in before the game.
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I called my grandmother's house today, expecting her to pick up. I knew she had been slated to return home either yesterday or today after having surgery to put cement in her spine (this was too strengthen her back), but when the phone kept ringing, I knew she was still in the hospital. I called over to Lahey Clinic and my aunt picked up. My grandmother was sleeping after having her second surgery in as many days. My aunt sounded heavy-hearted. Out of anyone, she is the closest to my grandmother and this has been especially hard on her. She told me my grandmother is still in a lot of pain and that they'll be performing another surgery tomorrow in an effort to alleviate some of it. As it stands, she'll be leaving the hospital in a couple of days only to go right back to rehab, this time in Woburn.
I've heard from various family members that my grandmother has mentioned throwing in the towel. This could be the final stretch for her. How much more of this can she take? She's ninety years old and she's in constant pain. I hope she gets through this, but what I hope more is for her to be free of pain.
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After going for a run after work, I heard the call of the Black Dragon again. And yes, I heeded it's call. Of course I did---like I said in a recent post, the shit is good! Anyway, henceforth I'll be taking a break from the dragon. That, my friends is a promise. I'd curse you, Spira, for exposing me to the stuff, but it's so damn tasty I can't fault you.
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The exterminator came by work today to empty out some traps and when I saw him out back he asked me if I wanted to see what he caught. I said sure, and he opened the the box he was carrying and inside were three dead rats. Half-expecting a feeling of revulsion at the sight, instead I was surprised at how clean and well groomed they looked. Considering where they hang out, that was an impressive sight.
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Going to watch some of the C's tonight. KG, Big Baby, and Perk will be making their returns from injuries and it'll be good seeing them play again. Especially KG. With that, I will end this and try to get some songwriting in before the game.
Monday, February 18, 2008
She's always out making pictures, she's always out making scenes, she's always out the window, when it comes to making dreams
For the past two days, I've been nursing a mild headache. I never get headaches and I'm appalled at the situation. Ah, you don't care, do you? As it happens, I don't really care that much myself; I was just looking for a little sympathy. Headache aside, my spirits are fairly high and I'm not even dreading returning to work tomorrow, though another day off would have been ideal.
I ended up going back to Yoshi's for takeout last night. Yes, it was the Black Dragon sushi that I went back for. Quite possibly it's the best sushi I've ever had. I gave some serious debate today over whether I should go there for lunch, but I opted not to go. I'm willing to hurl myself into addiction, but this would have been too much, too soon. When I was there last night, the guy who had waited on us Saturday night processed my order. He gave me a grin as I was leaving, as if to say, "I knew I'd see you again the minute you ordered the Black Dragon last night. No one escapes its clutches." To be sure, you'll be hearing more about me "chasing the dragon" in upcoming posts. I'm hooked.
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I talked to my sister this morning and she told me that when she had talked to my father a couple of weeks ago, around the time my grandmother had been admitted to the hospital, he told her I hadn't shown much interest in her welfare. This was in response to my sister's question about whether he told me she was in the hospital . He said he'd wait for me to call him if I wanted information. Well, he eventually called me, but not until my grandmother had been in the hospital for a few days. I'm going to have to address this matter with him because I don't think it was fair to me. Granted, at the time, I hadn't been calling my grandmother once a week and visiting her frequently, but damn it, if she's sick I need to know about it, whether it appears I've been showing interest or not.
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Been watching episodes of Man vs. Wild online and I'm pretty sure if stranded out in the wilderness, I'd last seventeen hours, tops. Depending on the weather, of course. If it was real cold, I'd give myself twelve hours. If there were Grizzly Bears around, I'd last about an hour. I don't know how I came up with these calculations, but they feel right, so I'm going to stick with them. Of course, if I keep watching this show, my odds of surviving will increase substantially. But Celebrity Rehab beckons, and it needs my attention, so it doesn't look like I'll be a survivalist anytime soon.
I ended up going back to Yoshi's for takeout last night. Yes, it was the Black Dragon sushi that I went back for. Quite possibly it's the best sushi I've ever had. I gave some serious debate today over whether I should go there for lunch, but I opted not to go. I'm willing to hurl myself into addiction, but this would have been too much, too soon. When I was there last night, the guy who had waited on us Saturday night processed my order. He gave me a grin as I was leaving, as if to say, "I knew I'd see you again the minute you ordered the Black Dragon last night. No one escapes its clutches." To be sure, you'll be hearing more about me "chasing the dragon" in upcoming posts. I'm hooked.
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I talked to my sister this morning and she told me that when she had talked to my father a couple of weeks ago, around the time my grandmother had been admitted to the hospital, he told her I hadn't shown much interest in her welfare. This was in response to my sister's question about whether he told me she was in the hospital . He said he'd wait for me to call him if I wanted information. Well, he eventually called me, but not until my grandmother had been in the hospital for a few days. I'm going to have to address this matter with him because I don't think it was fair to me. Granted, at the time, I hadn't been calling my grandmother once a week and visiting her frequently, but damn it, if she's sick I need to know about it, whether it appears I've been showing interest or not.
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Been watching episodes of Man vs. Wild online and I'm pretty sure if stranded out in the wilderness, I'd last seventeen hours, tops. Depending on the weather, of course. If it was real cold, I'd give myself twelve hours. If there were Grizzly Bears around, I'd last about an hour. I don't know how I came up with these calculations, but they feel right, so I'm going to stick with them. Of course, if I keep watching this show, my odds of surviving will increase substantially. But Celebrity Rehab beckons, and it needs my attention, so it doesn't look like I'll be a survivalist anytime soon.
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