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[28 Oct 2007|05:19pm] |
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I miss sunlight.
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[09 Sep 2007|03:21pm] |
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I is happy. =)
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[02 Aug 2007|11:20am] |
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Any ideas on how to turn a Furby into a computer speaker?
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[18 Jul 2007|11:25am] |
So, it seem the manager at The Source isn't working today -- someone took his shift. I left him a message on his cell, but he hasn't responded and it's been about an hour and a half, so I'm beginning to get anxious. Presumably, something came up.
For my D&D group, we're definitely going to be resuming on Saturday. I'll make sure I have everything planned out for that day -- not just because it's been a long time, but because Azuwrath is awesome.
Does anyone know a cheap place to get furniture in KW? I heard Giant Tiger is good, but I haven't been there yet.
Anyways, I should get off the phone in case my manager calls. My parents still have dial-up; in fact, we still have the pulse dialing system. -_-
So, yeah. Later gators!
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| MSN |
[10 Jul 2007|03:00pm] |
I hate trying to genuinely communicate to people through a medium. You can't express how you feel, and you don't know how the other people feels. Recently I've been talking to people on IM, and I realized that I can only really say things to people like "Has Chris come to buy my Wii yet" or "I'll distribute your resume to people I know", but nothing with true emotional depth. I mean, you can be nice and say nice things, but you can't truly communicate empathically through MSN, you know what I mean?
Or, at least, not nearly as well.
Edit: After discussion, I come to conclude that empathy over MSN is perfectly valid. I still prefer face-to-face conversation though.
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[14 Apr 2007|02:45pm] |
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Music makes me happy.
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| Felines |
[08 Feb 2007|10:34pm] |
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So... I'm probably going to be moving in May, and I won't be able to take Mischief with me. I was wondering if there was anyone out there who would like to take care of him. He's an affectionate cat, and I'll provide a carrier / litterbox / collar, as well as make sure he's up to date on all of his shots. It's just that I won't be able to take him with me, and I want to find someone to take care of him.
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| Religion. (Also, I go totally hippie at the end of this post!) |
[26 Dec 2006|03:30am] |
That has got to be a word that means many different things to almost everyone I know.
Not just the types of religion: I mean, I know lots of people of different religions -- but even within the same religion the word can have different connotations. For example, just with Christianity, I know people who belong to Christ in body and soul. I know some families where the mother works and gives her annual salary to charity, and works on charities on top of that, because she believes it's the right thing to do. On the other hand, I know people who view the church merely as a way to uphold a reputation, and some people who go there because all of their friends are there.
On Christianity
It was something I used to think of as merely a logical fallacy. Either:
a) God is not with us because we see no evidence of his works.
b) God is with us and there is no way to prove it.
And deep down, that partly is how I feel still. I don't expect my problems to be solved for me by God, nor do I even want them to be. (I view almost every problem I have as trivial and superficial, and I figure I can deal at least with those.)
Yet, once you can let go of reason...
Perhaps I should go about this another way. Not all churches are the same; when I visit a church, although the words are about Jesus and how amazing and wonderful he is, that really isn't the focus. It's just like when I talk with my family, or friends. Most of the time, the words aren't really the focus.
It's the feeling. It's the emotion. It's watching a person everyone realize that the things people that make their life worth living are more important than that person's personal or ideological problems. It's watching people have faith that things will be alright in the end, and not watching them worry about fear/guilt/shame/grief*.
Faith is just that -- "In the end, things will be alright." Whether it's karma, believing that good people will prosper, or God, believing that someone will make things alright, or sheer hope, believing that you're going to pull through even against impossible odds.
Remember, in the end, it's not about the words.
So: "Merry Christmas",
when said in earnst and not rite,
just means "I love you."
( Merry Christmas to all! I act like a hippie! )
*Yes, I did have to throw in a reference from Avatar to the chakra pools.
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[20 Dec 2006|01:18am] |
ZOMG! I found my phone charger!
It's almost like a birthday gift from fate...
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[19 Dec 2006|01:44pm] |
Huzzah! I'm 21! I can drink in the US now!
Apparently in my abscence, our house lost the capacity for hot water.
Abscence is feeling like it's spelled wrong.
I'm going back to KW on the 21st too...
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Now, I'm all for cheezy poses... don't get me wrong. Da beech is dat vay, flying around space in cool poses, and taunting when an enemy flies off the screen are all great. But Star Trek Manga is possibly cheesier than cheese itself. I went to chapters and read TWO pages in the middle of it, and it appeared that some alien race was trying to incite a war of the genders between the crew on the ship.
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How do you kill an orc with a crossbow?
Pick up the crossbow and shoot the orc.
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Babs is baking me a cake.
I'm excited.
She has a good reputation for baking cakes.
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| I remember reading this as a kid. |
[02 Nov 2006|12:42pm] |
This is a bricklayer's accident report that was printed in the newsletter of the English equivalent of the Workers' Compensation Board. So here is this Bricklayer's report.
Dear Sir:
I am writing in response to your request for additional information in Block #3 of the accident reporting form. I put "Poor Planning" as the cause of my accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the following details will be sufficient.
I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working Alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I found I had some bricks left over which when weighed later were found to weigh 240 lb. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley which was attached to the side of the building at the sixth floor.
Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the Barrel out and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to insure a slow descent of the 240 lb. of bricks. You will note on the accident reporting form that my weight is 135 lb. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building.
In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel which was now proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed. This explains the fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken collarbone, as listed in Section 3, accident reporting form.
Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until The fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley which I mentioned in Paragraph 2 of this correspondence. Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of the excruciating pain I was now beginning to experience. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground- and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel weighed approximately 50 lb.
I refer you again to my weight. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and severe lacerations of my legs and lower body.
Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel Seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of Bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked.
I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to move and watching the empty barrel six stories above me, again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope.
Warm regards,
Bill Ferguson
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| Sunday, Board Games |
[25 Oct 2006|09:04pm] |
Would anyone be up for playing some Board Games on Sunday Afternoon at around 3ish?
We have:
- Munchkin
- Carcassonne
- Nintendo Monopoly
- Diplomacy (requires 7 people)
- Apples to Apples (requires 4 people)
- Pictionary
- More Trivial Pursuit than you can shake a stick at
- Jenga (which isn't really a board game)
- Scrabble
- Anything anyone brings
As always (yet especially with board games), the more people the better! It'd be at 171 Ironwood Rd.
Also, some of us will be going to karaoke later on that night at Shakespeare's Arms...
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[17 Oct 2006|06:44pm] |
Bees buzz in their nest
If you don't want to be stung
drink tea sans sweetness
/burning time
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[26 Sep 2006|12:44pm] |
Kekeke... A video for Weird Al's "White and Nerdy"...
I was amused.
Also... all comments screened. =)
1. Do we know each other outside of Live Journal?
2. Whats your philosophy on life?
3. Would you have my back in a fight?
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
5. What is your favorite memory of us?
6. Would you give me a kidney?
7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
9. Can we get together and make a cake?
10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?
11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
12. Do you think I'm a good person?
13. Would you drive across country with me?
14. Do you think I'm attractive?
15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
Finally, I think I might be beginning to grow up.
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