Musing

Randomness for the day (and late night): -- There was a REALLY good lookin' girl in church today, a couple pews up (that, by the way, looks absolutely hilarious to me...and prolly only to me). At first I was disappointed that she didn't sit by me, but then I realized that I probably would have spent more time trying to rationalize a way to make a kiss a better "sign of peace" than a handshake and just all around not paying any attention to mass at all. She did wave to me when she was leaving though...made me grin... -- I went golfing (like, real golfing) for the first time today with my dad and bro. It's not exactly "golfing weather," none of us exactly "had a whole set of clubs," and none of us are exactly "golfers." So at least it was funny as hell (and before I catch any hell for that phrase, hell, as described by Dante, IS pretty funny). Tim and I tied for 20 over par, and dad was 15 over. *shrug* -- If anyone ...

Hell Freezes Over Associated Press - The well-known way of telling someone that something will never happen is just to tell them that it will happen "when hell freezes over." Well, folks, last night it did. Scientists first noticed the chill in the ground around 12:45 AM this morning (6/28/02), which was afterwards followed by slight tremors felt the world around and by odd sonic waves that seemed to eminate both from the sky and the ground. "I've never seen anything like it," remarked Stephen Hawking, world-renowned physicist. "Then again, at my age [cough] and in my crippled state, I'm not really sure [hack] if I'm facing you right now. If I had to guess though, I'd say something very momentous had just occured. The sound...angels singing and devils screaming? Who knows? I'm currently checking into the Book of Revelation; however, nothing about the ground getting cold is mentioned, so something big enough to shake...

Leisurely mornings at work followed by leisurely afternoons of reading are few and far between anymore, so today felt pretty good. I finished up Fahrenheit 451 again today, this time actually reading for enjoyment. I tell ya, this Bradbury guy really knows how to get fired up. Instead of any quotes off the top of my head (OK, knock it off with those grins and cheers), I'm just going to take a quote out of his coda to Fahrenheit and let you all compare it to a Ctrl-W masterpiece. "[...] For it is a mad world and it will get madder if we allow the minorities, be they dwarf or giant, orangutan or dolphin, nuclear-head or water conversationalist (sic), pro-computerologist or Neo-Luddite, simpleton or sage, to interfere with aesthetics. The real world is the playing ground for each and every group, to make or unmake laws. But the tip of the nose of my book or stories or poems is where their rights end and my territorial imperatives begin, run, and rule. If Mormons do no...

I've discovered a foolproof way to call upon the Rain Gods - and have them give you a favorable answer. Wash your vehicle. It seems to be a sacrificial type deal. If you offer to let them get your car muddy as soon as you've finished washing it, they will gladly give everyone a little rain just to see you in agony. Yes, that's right, it started raining not even five minutes after I finished washing the car today. And the ONLY time I've ever washed the truck, it rained not even a day later. So to any and all farmers who may have somehow wandered onto my site (how many farmers wander through blogs, anyways, though?): wash your tractors for some more rain. Is it selfish to say that really bad storms are only cool when you're NOT in your own home? I get worried about all of my personal stuff here at home when the lightning gets close and frequent, but anywhere else (at work, for example), I'm hopping around like a kid on Christmas, begging the Storm G...

I need to complain about medicine. My family is getting ready to go on their family vacation deal out eastward in a couple weeks and everyone's making their lists of things to bring. My sister asked me for some help getting together some stuff to do in the car, so I was flipping through her list and something caught my eye (no, boys, not weird unmentionables): a whole list of drugs. Not drugs as in illegal-type things, but other things. Allergy medicines, face cream things, and goodness only knows what else. For some reason, all of that junk makes me mad. Call me old fashioned, but when I get a headache, I refuse to take an asprin (unless I'm going to work or some other place that's only bound to make it incredibly worse). Did people a hundred years ago survive with allergies, pimples, and headaches? Obviously. Do people DIE from any of the above? Very few. So why in hell does my 13-year old sister have to list off an entire section for medication alone? ...

*sigh* Getting kicked off as you're proofreading your new comments sucks... Fat ladies should not shop in my store (Tori, you can skip this whole paragraph, I'm sure you've heard enough of this story...). Some woman came in a yelled at me when I tried to take her groceries out, then yelled at me again for telling her that she's not supposed to take the carts outside of the building. I went in the back room and was verbally profane enough to make my grandpa blush. Not the way to start the day. It got better, though. Much better. The beach at night is a wonderful thing. After most everyone else leaves, anyways. A tip to anyone who plans on wrestling on the beach: don't do it on the concrete walkway to the lighthouse. The sand might get in your eyes on the beach, but it's better than scraping up you AND your date. I've got a couple questions here, maybe someone can help me out. Hopefully, most you watched Looney Toons when you were little (o...

I noticed something at work that I feel I need to share with my fellow men. The magazine Cosmo has an article in it entitled "35 Ways to Turn a Man into a Mushball." I found that quite...fear inspiring. Where do they GET this stuff?? I'm tempted to buy one of the damn things just to see what it says...but that would just be weird. So be warned guys: if you suddenly feel yourself getting "mushy", then someone's been using this mag against you. I'll try to work on some countermeasures, but right now, I'm too busy being mushified by someone eating Oreos.

Fishing is quite addictive. Even when you feel like you've been blinded and dehydrated beyond any possible hope of recovery, that last bass you caught makes you think of all of the other bass out there, waiting to strike your lure and jump into your livewell. Was Wednesday a good day? Oh yeah. Hmm...off on a totally remote tangent here - usually when I see 12:00 on my clock down here, it means midnight. I don't think I've EVER seen noon. *shrug* Ya know, I had plenty of interesting thoughts yesterday on the boat, but like questions that you think of right before you stumble your way into bed, they all disappeared into the night. I could point out that I'm 19 years and one month old today...but that's just stupid. So I'll havta settle on a good quote of the day (well, technically this should be Wednesday's, since I did think of this on the boat...only because I was singing the song to myself, but let's not get THAT technical). The Counti...

Adding onto that good day, I got home about an hour ago from one of the roughest, mosquito-bite-filled, and all-around BEST days at Potato Creek...with Tori, of course. Just thought I'd try some of this "wing it" stuff she's so fond of. *grin* I think there's something to it...there must be. I've never been content to sit there and FEEL the damn things biting, yet want to leave my hand right as it is. I'm gonna set a tentative start time Friday night for 8:30. That way if I work till 8, I'll still have time to get home and get set up. I'll call Jerm tomorrow and tell him. Leave a note here if that's good/bad with you. Enough of me for one day, eh? (What was that I said at the park, Tori? About not wanting me to breathe, talk...and what else? :-P)

I'd have to say that today has been an oddly good day. I woke up humming the songs that woke me up, got complimented on my work at Nic's by the boss (who then went on to bitch at someone else, making me feel twice as good), and now I have the house to myself and nothing to do for the rest of the day. Ahh, summer. So naturally, today's quote is a little bit lighter: Damn you, Captain Crunch!!!! (eh, he was in my way and he hurt my arm as I was trying to get into the produce cooler...) And, if you haven't already heard from me or figured it out, the new screen name is . prolly would have looked better, but as it's a pain in the ass to try to change screen names, it'll havta do. I'll still have the yahoo account, but I rarely check that since AOL's right here. Finally, kudos to Tori for making it into calc at Purdue. Apparently I helped her get out of her slump when I reminded her that pi = 3.1415 or so. Nice job. *grin* Edit: This seems to be at...

For some unknown and rather disturbing reason, a quote of Mr. Colbourne's came to mind this morning. Without getting into the details of the circumstances, today's quote of the day is "Shoot to kill." *ahem* Yes... One of these days, I might get the blogback thing that Dimitrio has on his site on here so you guys can rip into me. That's really the only thing I couldn't get last night though (well, and the timestamp). With many thanks to Ctrl W and her pet monkey, I got the links and fonts changed. Almost there. Note to everyone: until I get my s/n changed, please use niftium@yahoo.com to send me any mail. This should only take one night, but just in case I have any problems...

Muahahaha...a site just for ME to complain about things on...this is gonna be good. I'm afraid I don't have anything to say now though. *pout* I do have a quote of the day, though. This comes almost verbatum out of church. Not believing in God isn't a sin. It's the hypocrisy of declaring your faith in something you don't believe in that is. Yes, it's been an interesting day. An interesting sermon this morning as well... Now if I can just get this stupid timestamp fixed, it'll all be good.