Happy Fourth of July

1:20am and I’m going to bed. Just wanted to log on and wish everyone a happy Fourth of July. Well, it’s no longer the Fourth of July, but isn’t it the thought that counts?

I found out yesterday that my friend, Alberto, accepted a job with the social security office. The downside to this is that there’s a 9 week trainging program starting in 14 days – which means he wont be able to make the Disney World trip that we’ve been planning to take Labor Day weekend. *sigh* Dan’s already switched plans to go home to Montana Wyoming that weekend, which is a good thing for him. I’m basically screwed unless I want to go to Disney World by myself – which I don’t see being all that likely. Julie said something about going somewhere else… that would be fun too, but I really want to make it to Disney before Mickey becomes public domain. (Upon researching this just now I see that Mickey doesn’t enter the public domain until 2019. Hmm.

Time to go to bed. G’night.

Thank God It’s Wednesday

My eyelids said four-thirty and the radio clock said six
and I was thinking up a reasonable excuse
I might?ve slept till yesterday but in the shape I?m in
what’s 24 hours more or less to lose
–Paul Sanchez “Louisiana Lowdown”

More appropriate words have never been typed. The past few weeks have left me exhausted. I’m usually up till 1am or so, but somehow being out of the house and “working” until midnight has me drained the following morning.

Tomorrow is the 4th, and I took Friday off … so no work for me until Monday! Yay! I’m still trying to figure out what I’m doing tomorrow. My sister hasn’t said anything about BBQing, and Marshall and the gang are going by Debbies (they didn’t ask us to go.. hmpth! hehehe) So I think Dan and I are just going sit on the couch and vegitate a bit. I remember seeing some interesting marathons advertised on TV. (Sci-Fi? TLC?)

bwahahah!Crap. I missed American Idol. I watched it last night and much to my horror I found it entertaining in a car-crash kind of way. Lots of pretentious vocal masturbation combined with a rude judge make for odd television. The only ones I liked were Christina and Nikki.

Mark (left) was dressed like the illegitimate son of Corey Feldman and Peter Pan. (Those gloves!?!), E J was a total Cheeseball. (Not to mention his name is E. J. DAY!) RJ (RJ?) gets a few extra points just for admitting his hometown is named Cummings. The rest wern’t even worth mentioning – then again, who am I to judge?

I’m posting some more recent pictures in the photoblog, the newest ones being a couple from the myshkin show, and one of Norman. Norman is a guy I work with. Norman is kinda crazy, but he’s cool in a weird sort of way. In a if-I-don’t-say-he’s-cool-he’ll-kill-me sort of way. :) The image quality is really bad, I’m going to re-scan them when I get home. Hope you enjoy!

Reading Salmon of Doubt

“It has always struck me as being bizarre that the idea of God as a creator was considered sufficient explanation for the complexity we see around us, because it simply doesn’t explain where he came from. If we imagine a designer, that implies a design, and that therefore each thing he designs or causes to be designed is a level simpler than him -or herself, then you have to ask, “What is the level above the designer?” There is one peculliar model of the universe that has turtles all the way down, but here we have gods all the way up. It isn’t really a good answer — but a bottom-up solution, on the other hand, that rests on the incredibly powerful tautology that “anything that happens, happens” clearly gives you a very simple and powerful answer that needs no other explanation whatsoever.”

Douglas Adams goes on to break the evolution of man into “ages of sand.” The first being man’s recognition of the world around him. Man next fashions sand into glass, and later lenses and is able to see that at our very basic components, we are all made of nothing. In the grand scope of an infinate universe, we are basically nothing. The third age of sand is silicon. Before wires and electrity and computers, the only news we heard was that which directly effected us. Now, the world is able to effect us, but we do not effect the world. What effect does this have on us? Are we being addicted to information which, a hundred years ago, would not – could not effect us? What’s the fourth age of sand? The internet? Some interesting reading.

I don’t think I’m going to read the last part… I havn’t read any of the previous Dirk Gently books. Although, check out this description from Adams himself:

“Dirk Gently, hired by someone he never meets to do a job that is never specified, starts following people at random. His investigations lead him to Los Angeles, though the nasal membranes of a rhinoceros, to a distant future dominated by estate agents and heavily armed kangaroos. Jokes, lightly poached fish, and the emergent properties of complex systems form the background to Dirk Gently’s most baffling in imprehensible case.”

Maybe I will.

Monday Monday (la la, la lala la)

Ahh, Monday mornings… I know it’s cliche to talk shit about Monday mornings, but this Monday morning has sucked worse than any Monday morning I have ever had the displeasure of living through. The first thing I remember this morning is realising I was awake… and listening to a radio interview with Jewel. Yes, Jewel. I don’t even like Jewel – but there I was, in a half-unconscience stuper, listening to her whine about living in vans, pop stardom, and singing with her dad.

Then I said to myself:

Me: Self, I’ve been listening to this Jewel interview for quite a while, haven’t I?
Self: Yes you have. You should probably roll over and see what time it is.
Me: Ok.
Self:
Me:
Self & Me: 8:55!!

So, I panic. A shit, a shave and a shower later Dan and I are rushing through the streets of New Orleans on our way to work. Of course, now that I am at work, I see that I have one sideburn that goes all the way down the left side of my face – I simply must take care of this as soon as I find a razor. Uhg.