"If I don't get my shower, I'mma turn into R. Kelly and piss all over you!!"
My friend Laurie went to the hospital last night for pancreatitis. I'm not sure if it's related to her cancer treatments or what. Probably is since her immune system has been significantly suppressed with chemo and radiation treatments. I feel so helpless watching her get sick and go to the hospital so much. Perhaps this is one of those hard life lessons I should be learning or something. Maybe it's one of those humiliating experiences that my hard head won't let me see yet or some equally esoteric bullshit.
I don't know what else to say. I've been staring at my screen for the better part of an hour with no idea of where to go with this. My cup of water is empty, and my legs are too tired to get up and take me to the pitcher. I'm discussing the nature of God and Man and Altruism in a chatroom I frequent (perhaps too much.).
I have to be in bed in two hours. Less if I can, though I always have an excuse to stay up and satiate my addiction to the internet.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
More about my TV, cause I have nothing better to talk about
That's our basic setup right now while we wait for money to do things like buy furniture and such. The speakers are hanging rather loosely so we need some way to make them stay firm in place. Also, I plan to cover that entire wall with a curtain to make it both more theatrical, and more windowless.
This is the original price for the TV. Curtis and I guess it was marked to 900 because it was a display TV. Then, when the bulb went out, they took it to 100. So I paid 100 for the TV and 129 for the bulb. I just can't get over what a deal this was.So anyway, it's been raining for a week solid. Record setting year for rainfall in Wichita, which is 30 miles away. It's awfully cold at work since I have to walk out in the open a lot and my jacket soaks up rain like a sponge. I'm not looking forward to winter, but I know it won't be nearly as bad as winter in Wyoming, so I won't fret too much.
Friday, October 10, 2008
TV!!
I just fixed my TV. Here is the old bulb that was all burned out that they wanted to charge me 400 dollars to install. I did it myself for free, and it took me about 10 minutes.
Here is the TV while ON, showing my PS3 showing the preview screen for Megaman 9.
And here is Megaman, at Dr. Wily's stage. Look at that Hi-Def GLORY!
Here is the TV while ON, showing my PS3 showing the preview screen for Megaman 9.
Andy McKee - Amazing Guitar Skills
This guy knows his stuff. Awesomesauce. Seriously, if you like it, check out his other stuff. I'm mesmerized by his playing.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
NaNoWriMo 2008!
So I'm going to try again this year. One novel, one month to write it.
www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/234985
I'm not sure what to write about yet, as I have 5 or 6 good ideas swimming through my head at any given moment. It'll probably be about an epic magical adventure with Bruce Lee. It'll be the dumbest most awesome story ever.
Ironically enough, it's taken me about an hour to complete this blog, which doesn't say much for my ability to put out 50000 words in a month.
www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/234985
I'm not sure what to write about yet, as I have 5 or 6 good ideas swimming through my head at any given moment. It'll probably be about an epic magical adventure with Bruce Lee. It'll be the dumbest most awesome story ever.
Ironically enough, it's taken me about an hour to complete this blog, which doesn't say much for my ability to put out 50000 words in a month.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Restraints
Terminal cancer. As I watched the man, stomach seizing for oxygen, in the final throes of death, I wondered what was going through his head, if anything at all. The beeping of his O2 meter was erratic at best. Alarms were going off on several machines that were hooked in to him. I was distracted by his eyes, so sunken it was as if they shouldn't be there anyway. When I stepped into the room, they went wide as he stared into my very soul. What was it that he was trying to say to me as he twitched in his bed? The nurses were holding him down, but there was a pronounced motion as he tried to get to me, eyes wide with an unrecognizable emotion.
Two officers and the two nurses gathered around the bed to slip him into an orange jumpsuit. His writhing motions increased, but only briefly as the man quickly ran out of energy. His head rolled about his shoulders aimlessly in bursts. Whenever a new person walked into the room, no matter how brief their stay, his eyes would lock on, almost jumping out of the sockets, then he'd return to his nearly comatose state.
The ambulance arrived, taking an extended amount of time due to security constraints. The EMT's were soon escorted inside with their stretcher and equipment.
I approached the inmate, handcuffs in hand. As if in slow motion, the man's movement stopped, all movement, except for those glazed, yellow eyes. They slowly and surely zoned in on the handcuffs. His mouth opened in protest, all but two of his teeth missing due to past heavy meth use. He cried out with an inhuman, feral snarl, bits of mucous and vomit escaping every open orifice in his face. He tried to escape, tried to roll off of the bed, seized up, pulling his hands away from my own. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. He couldn't fight for long as fatigue would surely take over.
I grasped his clammy, cold wrist, and tightened the cuff, double locked it, and moved on to the second. Before I knew it, it was over. The nurses and EMT's placed his small, shriveled body onto the stretcher and wheeled him out.
The nurses cracked jokes.
Two officers and the two nurses gathered around the bed to slip him into an orange jumpsuit. His writhing motions increased, but only briefly as the man quickly ran out of energy. His head rolled about his shoulders aimlessly in bursts. Whenever a new person walked into the room, no matter how brief their stay, his eyes would lock on, almost jumping out of the sockets, then he'd return to his nearly comatose state.
The ambulance arrived, taking an extended amount of time due to security constraints. The EMT's were soon escorted inside with their stretcher and equipment.
I approached the inmate, handcuffs in hand. As if in slow motion, the man's movement stopped, all movement, except for those glazed, yellow eyes. They slowly and surely zoned in on the handcuffs. His mouth opened in protest, all but two of his teeth missing due to past heavy meth use. He cried out with an inhuman, feral snarl, bits of mucous and vomit escaping every open orifice in his face. He tried to escape, tried to roll off of the bed, seized up, pulling his hands away from my own. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. He couldn't fight for long as fatigue would surely take over.
I grasped his clammy, cold wrist, and tightened the cuff, double locked it, and moved on to the second. Before I knew it, it was over. The nurses and EMT's placed his small, shriveled body onto the stretcher and wheeled him out.
The nurses cracked jokes.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
I significantly dislike "lol"
Not even kidding. It's a terrible phrase. Now, I'm not going to tell anyone what they should or should not do, as I am trying to shed that aspect of my nature, but seriously, stop saying lol, people.
Putting that aside, here is a poem I've been working on.
I'm not much of a poet. I find prose to suit me much better, when I actually get the motivation so sit down and write. If anyone is interested, I have a short story I'll link. Right here.
Putting that aside, here is a poem I've been working on.
Twas in the beginning
upon a mountain high
where the figure of a woman
wouldst surely lie
Ye feel the morning dew
once it falls upon your skin
thou wouldst grasp her hand
and thence begin to spin
There is but one
who wouldst stand in thy way
The Count Von Braun
the greatest, they say
Thine experience says naught
for the work thou wilt do
requests fall upon deaf ears
they do not improve the view
Fill thine pack and prepare
for your journey is ahead
time shall grant thee requests
and weigh you down with lead
Round them up and send them out
such a hasty retreat
your day starts fresh
when you arise upon your feet
To gain the treasures that are needed
you must begin anew
find the one thing that will drive you
a special someone that you knew
Of course thine choice will be
the fairest maiden you have chosen
your trials must not be done in vain
else her love for you wilt be frozen.
upon a mountain high
where the figure of a woman
wouldst surely lie
Ye feel the morning dew
once it falls upon your skin
thou wouldst grasp her hand
and thence begin to spin
There is but one
who wouldst stand in thy way
The Count Von Braun
the greatest, they say
Thine experience says naught
for the work thou wilt do
requests fall upon deaf ears
they do not improve the view
Fill thine pack and prepare
for your journey is ahead
time shall grant thee requests
and weigh you down with lead
Round them up and send them out
such a hasty retreat
your day starts fresh
when you arise upon your feet
To gain the treasures that are needed
you must begin anew
find the one thing that will drive you
a special someone that you knew
Of course thine choice will be
the fairest maiden you have chosen
your trials must not be done in vain
else her love for you wilt be frozen.
I'm not much of a poet. I find prose to suit me much better, when I actually get the motivation so sit down and write. If anyone is interested, I have a short story I'll link. Right here.
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