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Jesus H. Christ!

I don’t know what it is, but I’ve been finding myself on the defensive all day today. Somehow I seem to be generating heat or something. I’ve been flamed and goaded all day long. On one post in particular I went off completely.

This certainly isn’t like me. I usually just go right underneath the radar, but for some reason I’ve been in a particularly feisty mood of late. I don’t know... maybe it’s stress or something.

 

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Oooh! I can't get this song out of my head. It doesn't help that I've got it on repeat either!

Pinch Me - Barenaked Ladies

It's the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything's a mess.
There's a restaurant down the street
Where hungry people like to eat
I could walk, but I'll just drive
It's colder than it looks outside.

It's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.

Take your time cos the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that with a guy my size it might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.

It's the perfect time of day
To throw all your cares away
Put the sprinkler on the lawn
And run through with my gym shorts on.
Take a drink right from the hose
And change into some drier clothes
Climb the stairs up to my room
Sleep away the afternoon.

It's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.

Take your time cos the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that with a guy my size it might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.

Pinch Me
Pinch Me
Cos I'm still asleep.
Please God
Tell Me
That I'm still asleep

On an evening such as this
It's hard to tell if I exist
If I packed a car and leave this town
Who'll notice that I'm not around?
I could hide out under there
I just made you say 'underwear'
I could leave but I'll just stay
All my stuff's here anyway.

It's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.

Take your time cos the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that with a guy my size it might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.
Try to figure out what all this is for.
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Try to figure out what all this is for.​

 

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OK. I sent this out as an e-mail during my "sabbatical."

The other day I was watching Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla (2002) and it dawned on me... there is always some kid in the movie who turns out to be the wisest person in the whole lot. Why is this? I don't know myself. In this one the little girl ( who is the daughter of one of the scientists who develops the new and improved Mechagodzilla ) lets everyone know that all life is precious, even Godzilla's.

Well tell that to all those Tokyo residents who lost their miniature cardboard homes to the guy in the rubber suit.

And if you're interested, the moral of the aforementioned movie is... Don't use Godzilla DNA when constructing a mechanized version. It will only lead to a lot of trouble and more property damage.

 

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Yep... Another song I can't stop playing.

One Week / Barenaked Ladies

It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me saying
"Get that together come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi
'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it's so dangerous,
you'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air
and said "You're crazy"
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault
not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait til you say you're sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic
Like Sting I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay, I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a Samurai
Gonna get a set a' better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
'Cause the cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides
and said "I'm sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you and said
"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame,
but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie

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What an unusual day. I went into work this morning knowing that it would be my supervisor’s and my two lead workers last work day. They are all off to bigger and better things. I’m happy for them and of course I wish them the best, but it only shows the writing on the wall. Our days are numbered.

Like I said earlier, we’re all happy for them. But we can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen to their caseloads. Other than just picking up the slack, there really isn’t much that can be done. So, the work will get done. Somehow.

Prior to all of this, I had turned in another job application last week. I just got it in before the closing date. This one’s in a different department from my current position, but if accepted it would be a lateral transfer. It would also mean that I would have to move from San Antonio. But that’s OK as I’m looking for any work at this point that would allow me to remain employed beyond my pink slip. I’ve got until this coming May when the changes occur and my position is officially cut.

I called a friend of mine today. He works in the department I applied to and let him know what was going on. He mentioned to me that there were in excess of 30 applicants for this one position and he knew that some of the applicants were all ready trained in this program. This kind of brought my hopes down. The last job I applied and interviewed for, I lost to someone who was already trained. But as always, my friend lifted my spirits and told me that he believed that this hiring manager may be looking for team players more so than direct experience. He promised me that he would make it a point to talk to the hiring manager and drop in a good word for me.

I went to lunch, sort of down in the dumps for my lack of luck. Here’s why I said it was an unusual day. I got back and on my voice mail was a message from the hiring manager my friend said he was going talk to. She called to confirm if I was still interested in the position and if I would be willing to schedule an interview for the end of the week. Can you imagine that? Wish me luck.

I guess some days are good and some days are bad. Then some days just kind of surprise you in a good way.

 

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You cannot quit me so quickly
There's no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I got all the time for you, love

The Space Between
The tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like 'Will it rain today?'
Waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we're playing

We're strange allies
With warring hearts
What wild-eyed beast you be
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain

Will I hold you again?
Will I hold...

Look at us spinning out in
The madness of a roller coaster
You know you went off like a devil
In a church in the middle of a crowded room
All we can do, my love
Is hope we don't take this ship down

The Space Between
Where you're smiling high
Is where you'll find me if I get to go
The Space Between
The bullets in our firefight
Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you
The rain that falls
Splash in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into...
The Space Between
Our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain

Take my hand
'Cause we're walking out of here
Oh, right out of here
Love is all we need here

The Space Between
What's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
The Space Between
Your heart and mine
Is the space we'll fill with time
The Space Between...

Dave Matthews Band ​

 

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I got this as an e-mail from a friend today...

"The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started..."

So, today I have finished my bottle of vodka, my bottle of red wine, my old bottle of Jack Daniels, my Prozac, a small box of chocolates, and a quart of Rocky Road ice cream.

You have no idea how good I feel.

 

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It’s 3 a.m. and I can’t seem to go to sleep. I went to bed around 11:30 and drifted off, but woke up again at around 2:30. What little sleep I did get was restless. Man I can feel it right now. I’m tired, but for some damn reason I just can’t seem to knock off. I hate it when I get like this. Feh.

 

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I don't know why, but I'm in something of a 'down' mood. I shouldn't be. Yeah, there are things I'm worried about. But I'm in good health. It's the holidays. But for some reason I've been feeling kind of depressed all day.

Right now I'm playing "Lullaby" by Shawn Mullins. It's been on repeat for a bit now. I think I need to shut it off. It's probably a little to melancholic for my present mood. But it's a damn good song.

she grew up with
the children of the stars
in the hollywood hills and the boulevard
her parents threw big parties
everyone was there
they hung out with folks like
dennis hopper, bob seager and sonny and cher

she feels safe now
in this bar on fairfax
and from the stage I can tell that
she can't let go and she can't relax
and just before
she hangs her head to cry
I sing to her a lullaby, I sing

everything's gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye
everything's gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye
rockabye

she still lives with her mom
outside the city
down that street about a half a mile
and all her friends tell her
she's so pretty
but she'd be a whole lot prettier
if she smiled once in a while
`cause even her smile
looks like a frown
she's seen her share of devils
in this angel town

but, everything's gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye
everything's gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye
rockabye

I told her I ain't so sure
about this place
it's hard to play a gig in this town
and keep a straight face
seems like everyone here's got a plan
it's kind of like nashville with a tan, but,

everything's gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye
everything's gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye

everything's gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye
everything's gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye,rockabye, bye, bye
bye, bye

 

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Today is the twenty-fifth anniversary of John Lennon's death at the hands of Mark David Chapman. Each and every December 08, my heart breaks just a little bit. I miss him and his brilliance and I cannot help but wonder, "What If?" I at least still have his music to listen to.

I'm offering up one of the songs he wrote with Paul McCartney. It's one of my all time favorite pieces of music and even though John himself does not sing the vocal, I cannot help but think on him and others in my life who are no longer with me.

Blackbird

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Lennon/McCartney

 

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I went home this past weekend and had a good time as I always do. This time around, we had a big family get together. We all got together to make tamales for the holidays. It’s become an annual event, one that is now 5 years strong. And the tamales keep getting better as we get more practice under our collective belts.

It’s interesting to see my cousins and how their families are growing. There were kids running around varying in age from 2 ½ to 14 years in attendance. While we were all sitting around talking and laughing, one of my cousins remarked that by this time next year we will have another little one in the family. That was in regards to my youngest brother. He and his wife are a couple of months into their first pregnancy. God willing we will have the first grandchild in my family by early summer.

All of this had my mind preoccupied on my way back to San Antonio. I love kids. I’m the uncle that all of those little ones come looking for. I get all the hugs, the “look at me” requests... all of it. And I cannot help but wonder if kids will ever be in my future.

 

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Tonight I went out and watched the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, who were playing here in San Antonio this evening at the SBC Center. What a show! Man... I was impressed. I had heard a few of their tracks before on the radio, but I was impressed with what I heard this evening. The music was loud, bombastic... very “Rock Opera” kind of stuff. They had a pretty impressive light show to go with the program. If they’re performing in your town, I would highly recommend you go check them out.

 

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I read this yesterday and it made me want to cry...

Robert Seltzer: Speaking Spanish no longer against the rules — in most states

Web Posted: 12/18/2005 12:00 AM CST
San Antonio Express-News

I was in the sixth grade when I discovered my butt was one big nerve ending.

Well, maybe not that big, but big enough to feel the pain from my backside to my ankles.

I can laugh about it now, but it was serious back then, not only because of the suffering I experienced, but because I had done nothing to deserve it.

This is what prompted my punishment: I was walking down the school corridor, between classes, when I called out to a classmate in front of me.

"Espérame."

That was it; that was my transgression.

A simple, harmless act, you might say, and you would be right, except for one thing: I called out to the classmate in Spanish, and in the mid-1960s, before the civil rights movement gained momentum, some schools banned Spanish, even in predominantly Hispanic towns such as El Paso.

"Espérame."

One of the teachers heard me. He ushered me into a classroom, opened a closet and withdrew a sawed-off baseball bat. Then he turned the classroom into a batting cage.

It was the first time I had been swatted for speaking Spanish; it would not be the last. You might think a paddling would have muted me, at least in one language, but it was hard to stop a behavior which, like breathing or blinking, seemed involuntary. I could no more stop speaking in Spanish than I could stop thinking in Spanish.

Those days seem so long ago, and they are. But they are not as distant as they seem. Some educators have not learned the painful lesson of those times — that kids can embrace a new culture without forsaking their old one.

In Kansas City recently, Zach Rubio, a 16-year-old high school junior, was suspended for speaking Spanish. The principal sent him home, although the school superintendent reversed the suspension within hours. The family is suing.

"Sometimes I just talk to my friends, and I don't think about what language I am speaking," the student told Kansas City reporters. "Sometimes it just comes out."

Manuel Flores knows the feeling. A U.S. citizen whose parents hailed from Mexico, he attended Margil Elementary School in the late 1940s. Spanish was his first language, the language he spoke at home, even though that home was in the United States.

"One day, they caught me speaking Spanish with my friends," said Flores, 64, a retired Army recruiter in San Antonio. "My teacher said, 'You're in America. You're not in Mexico. You're never going to amount anything.' They suspended me."

But it was not a suspension. It was an expulsion; he said the school officials told him not to come back. The 8-year-old boy, punished for speaking Spanish, found comfort in an environment where Spanish was the only language — his home.

"I told my mom," Flores recalled. "She said, 'It's all right, mijo, don't believe what they tell you.' She was a real quiet woman. She didn't want to fight the school."

The ex-student went to work for his uncle, who owned a broom factory near downtown. He did odd jobs around the plant, sometimes painting the "sticks" his uncle fashioned into brooms. The wages were low, but he enjoyed one of the fringe benefits — speaking Spanish with impunity.

"After a couple of years, we moved to the Valley," he recalled. "I went to school and worked in the fields on Saturday and Sunday. I didn't graduate from high school, but I got my GED. We were puros Mejicanos there."

Flores returned to San Antonio in 1960, joining the Army before the Vietnam War.

"I was in the Army for about 20 years," he said. "I was a top recruiter in the state. I wish those people who kicked me out of school could see how well I did. When people tell you you're no good, you start believing them. But you have to be proud of who you are, me entiendes?"

Local school officials agree.

"No one is going to get suspended for speaking Spanish nowadays — not when we have bilingual programs and so many of our students are Hispanic," Carmen Vásquez-González, a spokesperson for the San Antonio Independent School District, said. "Thankfully, times have changed, and we live in a much different country."

Except for parts of Kansas.

It was stuff like this that prompted my parents NOT to speak to us in Spanish. We grew up speaking only English and I had to learn it on my own and along the way.

 

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So I was watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine on DVD earlier today. It’s a great show in its own right. And for some reason I found myself thinking back to the one and only Star Trek convention I’ve ever been to. I remember that I saw a couple, a guy and a girl, wearing Next Generation uniforms and walking hand in hand. I thought it was terribly cute.

I want to find someone who would be willing to be that “geek” enough and do the same with me. We could go to a convention in our uniforms (those DS9/Voyager styles are the best). Mine would be in the maroon color for Command. Hopefully his will be in either blue for Science or mustard for Engineering. Just the thought of it makes me smile.

 

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You can reach me by railway, you can reach me by trailway
You can reach me by airplane, you can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don’t care how you get here, just- get here if you can

You can reach me by sailboat, climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down slow, into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt, cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don’t care how you get here, just- get here if you can

There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, then surely you would be closer
I need you closer

You can windsurf into my life, take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon, but you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don’t care how you get here, just- get here if you can

 

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I woke up this morning to the sound of rain against the window. Man... that was nice. We need the rain badly down here. I doubt it will be enough to quench the thirst this neck of the woods is suffering through. But it really was nice to hear the rain. If only for a little while.

 

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I was reading Jester25's blog and he had an address to a Personality Test. I'm a sucker for these things and had to give it a shot. Here are my results...


You are exceptional and unique. Your quest in life is to identify exactly who you are and why you're here. What's important to you is the journey of self discovery, determining who you are today is not the same as who you'll be tomorrow. Why thank you! I do think I'm rather exceptional and unique myself.


You resist being categorized and are quick to question any social standard that you sense someone imposing on you. Stereotypical gender roles always interest you and, in your mind, connect to issues that most other people would never consider related. Yeah, I'm pretty hard to pigeon-hole.


You are particularly accepting of other people and have a special talent for seeing people's true selves instinctively. It takes time for you to trust your gut instinct about people because even you don't believe that someone could be so right about another person's nature so quickly. This intuitive sense about what people are thinking is your special talent. You may think it is available to everyone and that others just ignore it, but in truth others could never develop the skill to the level which comes naturally to you. Meh. It's a gift.

To you everything happens on a personal level. Your friends come to you for advice because they know that you'll love them for who they are and put yourself in their shoes to look at the world. Your advice, although varied in delivery, usually boils down to "be true to yourself" and "listen to your heart." You are also an excellent confidant because things told to you virtually never return to anyone through the grapevine. Yep. I keep all those secrets in a locked box in the back of my head. Right next to my as yet unpublished manifesto.

You focus more on nurturing other's self esteem than any other type. As a result of this naturally caring nature, people often turn to you for moral support. You exude this quality so strongly that even strangers will sometimes spontaneously begin confiding their deepest secrets in you. It's always about you. What about me? I've got needs too you know!

You are by far the most talented of all types at reading nonverbal cues. In your admirable attempts to convey a message diplomatically, those who aren't sensitive to inflection, tone, insinuations or body language sometimes simply do not get your message because they only receive the verbal half of what you said. See? That's why you should pay more attention to me when I'm talking to you.


In the same way that you're the best at reading nonverbal cues, you're also the best at sending them. When you speak they miss the nonverbal half of your message, then they speak and transmit twice the message (verbal + nonverbal) which often gives away more than they intended but is sometimes carelessly inaccurate since they don't send nonverbal cues as well as you do. When you're tempted to assign bias based on someone's tone or other nonverbal cues it is wise to have them restate what they said and see if ignoring the careless, unintentional nonverbal half of their message lets their true meaning through. Hmm... Perhaps there is a double meaning at hand when I flip you the "bird?"

As a parent you are very supportive and start educating your child early according to your values. Your children know exactly where you stand and what is expected of them. You overflow with positivity when your child sticks to the program, and reflect any negative behavior directly on yourself and the quality of your parenting. Your focus is making sure that your child has a strong self-image and high self-esteem. More than other parents it is important for you to be friends with your children. I'd like to think that I've done a damn good job in raising my pet ficus tree.

You are more philosophical than most and passionately discuss ethics and justice more than other types. Your life has meaning, your life is significant. It is when ethical issues come up in conversation that you most strongly sense that you are fundamentally different from other people. You become visually emotionally focused when these issues arise, while others easily laugh them off and switch topics to something trivial. To you, it seems that everyone should be passionate about ending racism, sexism and all the other –isms out there. Especially that "ism" against geeky, comic book appreciating people such as myself. We only want to be loved and accepted like everyone else!

You go by the book and are suspicious of anyone suggesting that rules or laws should be ignored. You think constantly about improving laws, and see that at a major avenue for advancing social change because you see legislation and rule creation as the consensus opinion of the group working together. You want nothing more than for there to be peace and harmony in the world, and your actions clearly reflect that vision. Kinda makes you want to respect me more for my costumed crime fighting, doesn't it? Yeah, you laugh! But the streets of San Antonio are safer thanks to me! What have you done for your community, huh?


While you can instantly tell what's on someone else's mind, you can sometimes be confused yourself when it comes to the mixture of your own emotions. This, mixed with your reserved and complex nature can make it difficult for others to get to know you. I think once I've achieved "Kolinahr," the Vulcan ritual intended to purge all remaining emotions in pursuit of the ideal of pure logic, I'll be alright.


You have a special interest in figurative language. You are more strongly moved by poetry and literature than any other type. You are often interested in the finer points of writing and studying literature because you believe that how something is written or spoken is inextricably connected to its meaning. See? This is why I love comic books! And Dickens rules too.

In school you were an excellent student, the teacher's pet. More than the satisfaction of learning, you enjoyed pleasing your instructors with your hard work and thoughtfulness and delighted in the personal praise they gave you in return. You got to know your instructors on a personal level and may have even kept in touch with certain of them after moving on to other classes. I'm an excellent driver.


You can "connect" with any individual person and practically read their mind, but you have a natural tendency to match your actions to the expectations you read from their mind and yearn for company that lets you truly, naturally be yourself. You struggle between letting yourself naturally match the sentiment of the group (which feels like putting on a façade) or letting your individuality shine, which may allow people to see how different you are. This is how I infiltrate subversive groups. I'm a chameleon! Then I move in for the kill!

Your life has meaning, your life is significant. You think all people should spend more time thinking about who they are and what their purpose in life is. Hmm... Do you think maybe I think too much?


http://www.perex.com/index.php?flash=no

 

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The last couple of weeks have not been all too good for me. I've had a whole bunch of things on my mind. Mostly about my job situation. Enough things that I made myself sick last week. Oh well...

how bout getting off these antibiotics
how bout stopping eating when I'm full up
how bout them transparent dangling carrots
how bout that ever elusive kudo

thank you india
thank you terror
thank you disillusionment
thank you frailty
thank you consequence
thank you thank you silence

how bout me not blaming you for everything
how bout me enjoying the moment for once
how bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
how bout grieving it all one at a time

the moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
the moment I jumped off of it
was the moment I touched down

how bout no longer being masochistic
how bout remembering your divinity
how bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
how bout not equating death with stopping

 

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My brother called me this evening and it is now official. I am going to be an uncle to a little girl. Thus, I am vindicated! I knew from the very beginning that she was going to be a girl.

They went in today for the sonogram and all the other measurements. So far so good. She appears to be in great health and we’ll remain hopeful that it remains that way. During the examination they were finally able to make the determination. So I told my brother “I told you so!” I love it when I’m right. Especially since it doesn’t happen all that often.

This caps off an interesting week I must say. My job prospects went from bleak to rosy from one day to the next. And now we have a baby girl to start shopping for. I’ve already promised them I would find the smallest Green Lantern t-shirt I could get. Sometimes life gives you lemon aid instead of lemons.

 

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So I saw “Rent” today. I got the DVD thru Netflix. My impressions? I loved it. So much so that I’m planning on buying my own copy. And I have to admit that on some of it I was really moved. Especially Angel’s memorial. I would recommend it.

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