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9th of August, 2006
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5:34 pm - Witness
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Dear me,
Stop responding to major incidents thirty minutes before the end of your shift.
kthx,
Dan
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| 18th of July, 2006
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8:36 pm - Kitchen Knives
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As Emilie has often put it, I am extremely tight-lipped about ongoing relationships (and fairly quiet about the old ones, save for the cause of breakup). As a result, I can't and won't say a lot of things that I think- suffice to say that I am being good and moderate, and I probably feel a bit more strongly than I come across.
First off, I think a slightly more thorough discussion of this whole ordeal is in order. Don't click on the cut if you have recently broken up with someone, are quite cynical about relationships, hate my guts, hate Em's guts, have a history of high blood pressure, or are operating heavy machinery.
( Warning: may contain moderate quantities of sap )
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| 7th of July, 2006
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12:05 am - Saving
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Oof. I need to have gone to bed five or six hours ago, but I'm insomniac. I wake up in just under 4 hours to go to work, but I'm still too wired to sit still.
Em's visiting- her flight lands in the early evening tomorrow, and we have a superlative whirlwind week+ planned. I suppose it's bad that I'm going into this activity-packed week already fatigued, but I trust my skinny white boy adrenaline to get me through- the Monday after she leaves will not see me awake at all.
current mood:  anxious
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| 13th of June, 2006
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7:02 pm
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This "prepregnant" bullshit is really damn annoying.
Oh, yeah. Other things.
I had a minor emotional breakdown at work the other day- fortunately, I'm resiliant enough that nobody noticed while I got myself under control. In short, I'm kind of tired of being relatively stagnant, and this job exhausts me. I don't mind that my legs hurt a tad when I get home- I mind that I have to jump that mindset from being the ultimate observer and authority figure to being a couch-potato (because my legs won't allow otherwise). On the plus side, I'm in -really- good shape.
My new computer is plagued with minor ghosts- I'm gradually working the kinks out of it, most of which I am convinced were because of a slightly rushed job over at cyberpower. Fortunately, the hardware installation is solid, and the wiring is some of the best I've ever seen (which is necessary, in a case as packed as this one). My computer runs cold, and I get some nice overclocking from it. My benchmark test was to load up Half-life 2 and Oblivion, and run them at the same time. I got a crappy framerate, but it worked, which is pretty damn amazing. Needless to say, I'm using this thing a ton.
I wish my schedulers weren't so blasted hard to get a hold of. I've been struggling to get a week off after July 4 because I've company coming down, and it's a rather huge piece of stress on me to be uncertain about that week.
The other major piece of stress is that my old computer's hard drive utterly failed, and none of the data can be retrieved, save for sending it off and paying $2000+, or learning how to remount the drive myself (well, learning to remount, and there was something else that had to be done, but I've forgotten precisely -what-). A lot of the stuff on there was rather important to me, including a great deal of my writing, the d20 system I'd been screwing with for a few months, the entirety of the information about my potential new D&D campaign, some of my art, and a lot of the roleplay logs I'd generated over the last few years. My memory is a steel trap for many things, but there is no way I can recreate everything I've lost.
:I
I'm hoping the school transition in January ends up going smoothly- serious bumps might set me back a year or two, which would drive me even more insane.
Waugh.
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| 27th of April, 2006
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6:32 am - Power
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| 23rd of April, 2006
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8:41 pm - Housekeeping
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So a couple of really crappy things have happened within the last week.
The fact that I've been working overtime at my job means that my legs are beginning to get more and more sore. This was fine with me until something strange started happening- in the middle of the night, I'd wake up with -searing- pain in my legs, and in the morning, I'd be unable to walk. As it turns out, the leg cramps are causing my legs to fall asleep at night, and then in my tumultuous night-time behavior, I'm spraining and tearing the muscles of my legs. It happened again this morning, and now I can hardly walk. Fortunately, the damage is easily repaired, but I feel kinda funny wearing two splints and numerous wraps.
Last Tuesday night, my computer died. And I -really- mean died. It was some sort of cascading failure, such that I lost more or less everything. My hard drive is still -just- intact enough to save my important data, fortunately, but I'll be without a computer for a couple weeks. My new one, however, will kick ass. Suffice to say that I am making good use of liquid cooling and SLI mode, though my reservoir will not consist of a brass tea kettle, as Andy's does.
Obscure work problems.
Getting pretty sick of the raccoons.
Other'n that, things are fine. I'm obviously an optimist. >_>
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| 10th of April, 2006
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1:50 am
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So, early this morning, I was randomly flipping through my old journal posts, reading the things I wrote in the midst of early college days. As the morning wore on, my mind became increasingly muddled from sleep-deprivation, until at one point, I caught myself thinking "Man, some of the things this guy writes are kind of strange. This guy must be pretty messed up."
:T
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| 8th of April, 2006
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9:40 pm - meme
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Since I can:
Go to Wikipedia and look up your birth day (excluding the year). List three neat facts, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.
November 21
Facts
1791 - Colonel Napoléon Bonaparte is promoted to full general and appointed Commander-in-Chief of the Armies of the French Republic.
1877 - Thomas Edison announces his invention of the phonograph, a machine that can record sound.
1969 - The first ARPANET link is established. (this is pretty much how we communicate now)
Births
1694 - Voltaire, French philosopher
1965 - Björk, Icelandic singer, songwriter, and actress
Death
2001 - Sultan Salahuddin Abdul Aziz Shah ibni Almarhum Sultan Hisamuddin Alam Shah Al-Haj, King of Malaysia
I would have picked
1811 - Heinrich von Kleist, German writer
but that enormous name caught my attention.
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| 7th of April, 2006
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11:58 am - Wreck
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So I managed to get a whirlwind flu last night. It was one of those high-fever sorts where you shiver and shiver and can't ever seem to get warm. Fortunately, my skinny white boy immune system rose to the challenge, and after eleven hours of sleep, I'm almost wholly better.
I was talking to people last night, and all of them looked at me funny when I described a symptom (or a warning) leading up to my illnesses. Inexplicably, my skin will get really freaking sensitive, to the point where leaning on the back of a chair gets uncomfortably intense. Does this happen to anyone else?
In addition, when I went to bed and started to fall asleep, my mind latched onto Guild Wars, and would not let go for anything. I fought battle after battle despite my attempts to try to think about anything else. I even dreamed about it, to the point that when I woke up at night, I was slowly driving myself insane with my inability to leave that world. It reminded me of a quote from Gavin several years ago- "You know how, when you go to sleep and there's something on the TV and that thing sort of gets in your dreams? Don't do that with Hollywood Squares."
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| 17th of March, 2006
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2:21 am - Open
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So, my roleplay doesn't mean much to a lot of people, but I thought this funny enough to share. XD
Treya> She was different than all the other sixteen-year-olds. Except in her case it wasn't because she felt funny inside or because her father didn't love her- in her case it was because she was a freaking cripple, missing three limbs and a whole lot of her faculties owing to her mom being a wuss during chidbirth. It left her with a lot to work through, really, and things such as open... live... journals... hadn't been
Treya> --invented for the purpose of venting to the general public. She stewed on that point some more, since it was pretty much what dominated her adolescent thoughts, and her grip on the bar tightened a tad.
*Prometheus is now known as Bolk`Eskiros
Bolk`Eskiros> "Current mood... farkin' pissed," seethed the brigand coming down from the stairs and towards the door. "Current music stuck in me goddamn -head-!" Slam the door went.
*Bolk`Eskiros is now known as Prometheus
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| 13th of March, 2006
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11:11 pm - Cat
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"When you get something for nothing, you just haven't been billed for it yet." ... in bed.
So sayeth the fortune cookie.
It may be a dangling modifier, but that's a serious hoot.
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| 11th of March, 2006
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5:17 pm - Buildup
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Dear Dispatch,
Plz 2 buy a new hearing aid.
kthx,
Dan
(My arms hurt from that 45-minute CPR session)
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| 9th of March, 2006
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7:05 pm - Non-tipped
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I really dislike the way the Good Samaritan Act functions in Florida.
Seriously, if you save a couple lives in a day as part of something that's not in your job description (i.e. you're not a doctor or paramedic or such), you figure a couple of grateful families -should- be allowed to give some sort of compensation, of their own volition and free will, and still have the first responder protected by law from litigation.
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| 16th of February, 2006
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4:46 pm - Juvie
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Mini-rant.
So, today I was reminded about one of my pet peeves about society, and that is the blanket reaction to authority. To wit, I have the extreme example, a bitter lady I encountered four times today while making my rounds. Now, I'm shadowing, so I'm not in a uniform yet(a) (or out of uniform, as the case will eventually be for me), but the person I follow is. And, as an important side note, we are both thin and fit people(b). The following are the quotes from each time we encountered her:
(1) "Why do you have to check our bags? It's not like bad things will happen here."
(2) "Shut up! If you don't shut up, this man is going to arrest you."
(3) [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<to [...] kid,>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Mini-rant.
So, today I was reminded about one of my pet peeves about society, and that is the blanket reaction to authority. To wit, I have the extreme example, a bitter lady I encountered four times today while making my rounds. Now, I'm shadowing, so I'm not in a uniform yet(a) (or out of uniform, as the case will eventually be for me), but the person I follow is. And, as an important side note, we are both thin and fit people(b). The following are the quotes from each time we encountered her:
(1) "Why do you have to check our bags? It's not like bad things will happen here."
(2) <to her kid> "Shut up! If you don't shut up, this man is going to arrest you."
(3) <to her kid, shortly after> "Now if you get lost, find someone that looks like this."
(4) "Why do you have to be in the open? Aren't you supposed to hide somewhere and eat doughnuts and wait for a call?"
(5) <later, after losing her kid> "Aren't you supposed to be police? Aren't you supposed to watch my kids so they don't wander off?"
(6) <later, to her kid after she finds it> "See, I'm glad you're back. But you would have been back sooner had these guys not spent the whole time looking in the doughnut shops."
Now, the initial hypocrisies and inconsistencies are easy to spot. Compare (3) to (a), (4) and (6) to (b), (4) to (1), (4) to (3), and (4) to (5).
But what really, -really- fucking bugs me is comparing (2) to (3). So, here is this figure that is the enemy, as seen in (3), but yet you are supposed to trust him (2) when it is convenient. She's going to raise this little thing to be just like her.
The American attitude to authority is horribly juvenile- the purpose of questioning authority isn't so you can more efficiently (or less efficiently, in most cases) insult and ignore them, it's so that you can try to understand the purpose of the damn rule in the first place. These are the same morons who will slam on their brakes when they get near a cop driving down the freeway, and nearly cause accidents in the process.
#$*(&)#$(*#@#@#)$&*(()$#)@&
Just like on IRC when you get these dicks that start screaming "It's a free country! I can say whatever I want in this channel!"
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| 15th of February, 2006
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4:46 pm - Woot
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Dream job. Dream schedule.
Oddly enough, thanks to my singing voice. Which has nothing to do with my responsibilities.
danv("Fucking tenors");
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| 8th of February, 2006
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10:09 pm - Kilo
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So, I got bitten today by a giraffe.
THIS JOB IS GONNA BE AWESOME.
>.>
If temporary.
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| 6th of February, 2006
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7:54 pm - Package
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Okay, this is really weird. This afternoon, I came home to two packages at the front door. One was very neatly labelled, from someone I expected to send me a package. The other, about the size of an old NES game (or maybe a new computer game), bore no return address other than "BDI" (as in the Black Dragon Inn, I assume) in a slightly sloppy handwriting, and my name and address were obviously printed by a laserjet. The package had a slightly hard shell (cardboard, I thought) with a soft interior (packing material of some sort).
My first thought was that I was -so- glad that I'd been recently vaccinated against all sorts of pathogens, thanks to my new superior medical coverage from The Mouse.
I finally got tired of thinking about it after an hour and a half or so, so I went out into the driveway (I'd refused to bring it in the house), put on some thick rubber gloves, and opened it extremely carefully. Inside was the cardboard box, some packing peanuts inside that, and... its contents?
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A small blue cowbell. And some loose white powder, which I quickly ascertained to be sugar.
WHAT THE FUCK?
What the hell kind of prank or gift is this?
I tested the sugar to be on the safe side, and yes, it acted like sugar (though I still refuse to taste or touch it to find out for sure), but--
asjdklfaj;sdlkfjakl;sdfjkl;adsf
WHAT?
My only evidence is the little blue cowbell (easily available online: http://www.noveltybin.com/Product.asp?PID=46418 ) and the fact that the postmark is NY. It's also someone who knows me somehow, because the listings for my address in the phone book and on the internet aren't under my full name. Objectively, it's sort of awesome, since this whole episode seems so absurd and surreal that I can't be angry.
My sanity needs more cowbell.
EDIT: I found out who it was- a slightly estranged friend who I hadn't spoken with in quite some time. Sorry to Blake and/or Igor, who were my initial blames.
current mood:  weird
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| 30th of January, 2006
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10:26 pm - The game
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"Great men live dangerously, small men don't take chances." ... in bed.
So sayeth the fortune cookie.
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| 10th of January, 2006
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4:08 am
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3:22 am - Revitalization
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Well, it has come to my attention that more of you care that I update this thing than I had previously imagined. So, I suppose I need a short summary (summaries are my forte, after all) of what I have done in the last few months before I am permitted to start giving inane details about my daily life. However, some of what has happened in the last few months is deeply personal, and will be detailed in a subsequent "friends only" post (my second or third- I don't care if strangers know a little bit about me, so I am loath(without the "e", for you, Em) to use privacy control).
( Catching Up )
Now onto more current events.
( Atlanta )
Five-dollar games from EB are my geek lifeline, I swear. Now that my poor computer is beginning to show the signs of her age, I find myself barred from an increasing number of entertainment pursuits. Fortunately, HL2 still runs on here, but I've lost most of my RTS capability. Launchcast has begun to crash fairly regularly. Ah well, fortunately cyberpowerpc has my new computer for about 1100 bucks- it's just a matter of compulsively backing up my files so I don't lose ninety percent of the necessary information in my life.
I've managed to find a couple of new musical passions. Unfortunately, it seems that some of these bands are not currently selling in The US of A due to political differences. D'oh. The trendy assassination of character of the average American is getting on my nerves.
Speaking of politics, it's apparently now illegal to annoy someone else online without disclosure of your actual name.
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Sorry, slashdot. Sorry, bash. Sorry to about sixty percent of existing internet subculture.
It doesn't bug me so much that they've written an unenforcable law into the books- what bugs me is that we now have to trust prosecutors to not be dicks with this weapon. Since -when- do we trust prosecutors to not be dicks? I'm sure William Jennings Bryan was a decent enough fellow outside of the courtroom (well, despite his various failed candidacies), but damn.
A former subordinate of my stepmother's at NASA recently published a book in the "For Dummies" series entitled "Einstein for Dummies". Needless to say, this has rekindled my waning interest in relativity, even if it the science in it is largely stuff that I already knew. It's also good to know that Einstein and I think on the same religious wavelength, and feel roughly the same about girls, too. I often wonder what would have happened had he accepted the offer for presidency of Israel.
"I do not know how the Third World War will be fought, but I can tell you what they will use in the Fourth— rocks!"
Ah, uncommon wit.
current mood:  bouncy
current music: Don Maclean - American Pie (ARGHwtf)
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