i'll post something again in may.
but will leave you with a short poem today.
explanations are just words,
with no more substance than the ghosts of my own failures
left tucked within the shell of my world.
i like big quotes and i can not lie; you other brothers can't deny; that when the words float in with all that taste; puts a smile right on your face; you get sprung...
alright, i'm being silly, but i did want to share some quotes and tidbits; however, for fun, i am not going to directly attribute them to their authors. not becuase they don't deserve the credit, they most certainly do, but because it's more fun to track them down and learn as you go. well, for those so inclined. i assure at least one of these quotes comes from a source that most would be surprised to hear me quoting.
Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords: but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain; and expectations improperly indulged must end in disappointment.
Any man who afflicts the human race with ideas must be prepared to see them misunderstood. |
We are continually faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as insoluble problems. |
It is better to have not known me than to have known me and turned away.
But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize. Their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want is getting what you once wanted.
slowly but surely i'm knocking out some of the small things i've been wanting to accomplish for some time. my desk, nay my home office, has become extremely cluttered and is quite frankly driving me nuts. on the bright side, it's quite interesting the stuff you find buried here and there. the notes scribbled to remind you to do such-and-such, the upc for the finger eleven cd you want which is supposed to have a dvd with it (first print), old bills, pay stubs, photocopies and print outs.
one of the things i sometimes wonder when going through this cleaning process is why did i keep this to begin with? one thing i'm going to try harder to do is understand that question and have an answer for it. here's an example of what i found, a print out given to me that read...
Please understand. I care for someone who is having an affair because they are trying to find something -- like all of us. The problem: their way of finding that something is really misguided. Anyone who chooses to trade one set of problems for a worse set, or really beliees that another person can make his life better or "complete" obviously isn't thinking straight.
He is either lost in his empty neediness or his life is run by his glands. Choosing an affair is temporary insanity. Affairs have absolutely nothing to do with love -- everything to do with personal neediness and the narcissistic need for intense flattery. An affair is NOT the answer. Affairs don't pan out.
This is backed by over two decades of professional experience, study and research. Here are the stats:
- 80% of those who divorce during an affair regret the decision.
- Over 75% who marry partners in an affair eventually divorce.
- If an affair replaces the marriage, it is subject to the same emotional stresses as the marriage but twice as likely to fracture.
my best find, aside from a few little things, is a check for $477.78 that still needs depositing. now that is what i'd like to find more of!
i'm really not sure how i feel about this. i remember some years back where you could turn an old missle silo into a home -- a much more interesting idea imho, but a 727 ?!?
taking it somewhat easy today, i stumbled across a link called -- the good wife's guide. ya know, even as a guy, i just don't find the appeal here in these suggestions. ok, ok, i'm sure i could deal with it once or twice, but lets be real.
had this been in text, i think i'd have had to provide a running commentary on some of this crap. you know, like...
ahem. now if by a little gay is a reference to lesbianism and getting two hot chicks for the price of one (so to speak)... i might be able to support that idea. and for the record, i am in fact kidding.Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a life and one of your duties is to provide it.
i find it amusing that passage references his boring day while others talk about his world of strain and pressure. so which is it?
i suppose i'll take solace in the fact that this was printed nearly 50 years ago. i wonder what a "good wife's guide" circa 2004 would read -- and where's the "good husband's guide"? was one not written because men generally don't read the manual or ask for directions? or is it because we'd read it and ignore it?
well, despite not being at the top of my game, the san jose sharks still managed to win, defeating the colorado avalanche 1-0 in denver. the team has been one game away from advancing to the conference championships before, so i'll reserve my "woo-hoo" until they manage to win one more game. regardless, there will be at least 2 more games in san jose, i'm hoping they are both round-3 games, though my wallet isn't as pleased at the prospect.
at a recent san francisco giants game they had a mini-bachelorette contest. eventually the guy who won had to choose between a buxom brunette named jordan (well, a date with her, expenses paid) or a sony playstation-2. decisions, decisions...
just when i think my motivation is at an all-time low, i find myself feeling pretty crappy and with more work than i know what to do with. and i don't mean fun, interesting, research or hacking code work. i mean dealing with e.mail bullshit and pointing out obvious problems in proposed solutions that i shouldn't have to be wasting time on.
and i'll leave you all tonight with a quote...
He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
-- Friedrich Nietzsche
alrighty then! some of you took the opportunity to fire questions over at me. i must admit i was a bit nervous not knowing what sort of questions might get asked. sure, i could always not answer, but what fun would that be? so instead, i'll sit here and listen to some music and tap out my answers.
and aaaawaaayyyyyyy weeee gooooo!!
1. which shoe do you put on first?
i'm so tempted to point out that i tend to wear sandles, but that doesn't really change the fact that i tend to put my left shoe or sandle off first. with my sandles i'll often slip both feet in roughly the same time, but still strap up the left first most of the time.
2. do you dream in colour?
my daydreams are definitely in colour. i don't dream at night very often anymore. that or my brain is surpressing them well enough that i don't remember them. but my daydreams can be quite vivid and are in colour.
3. what's your middle name?
that's an easy one. i don't have one. i suppose that leaves me open for letting trouble be my middle name, but i'll manage.
1) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
this depends on a lot of factors, but assuming things like work and family don't have to factor in, i have always envisioned myself up in the mountains away from the hustle and bustle of urban life. now i'm not grizzly adams, so i'd certainly need to have stores within a reasonable drive as well as hot/cold running water, toilets (not outhouse), phone, and definitely an internet connection. satellite service for those would be just fine. gotta have some trees and a babbling brooke nearby. i could go on and on about this, but i think you get the picture.
2) What's your favorite time of day?
specifically? 11:11 it's a number thing and that time always makes me smile inside. more generally speaking, i'm a night person. i am much more comfortable doing things late at night rather than early in the morning.
3) Briefs or boxers?
boxer-briefs actually. that's not me pictured, btw. i'm a bit bigger... in the belly heh.
1. What is your favorite song? Why?
ok, i have to draw the line here. there is no way i can name a favorite song. i like far too many songs. alright, alright.... ignoring the stuff that most people have probably heard -- like stuff from nirvana, eric clapton, and many more -- i really like the neuvo-flamenco music from ottmar liebert. i'm not sure i could pick a single song of his either, but i'll go with the first one i heard by him -- 2 the Night. His Samba Pa Ti with carlos santana is way up there too. great music!
2. What was your first job?
excluding doing currency exchange while overseas (as a 12 year old -- very alex p. keaton-esque), my first get a paycheck job was working at a sporting goods store in newport-news virgina called dvf sports. i have quite a few fond memories from that place! thanks for making me think of it again.
3. If you could meet anyone who has passed on who would it be and why?
there are quite a number all with different goals in mind, but i think i would go with richard feynman if i could only choose one. and ha! to all those that were expecting me to say kurt cobain, though that would be really cool.
1) You get a free pizza with only one topping, what topping do you choose?
CHEESE, extra cheese!
2) You are featured on a porn site, what would it be called?
an anonymous coward on a porn site? that's a bit of a contradition don't you think? but hey, i'll play the game -- i'll name that porn site that features me -- A Man and his Monster. i know some of you out there are probably laughing. good, because me featured on a porn site would be a laughing matter. but thanks for asking.
3) You win $100 million dollars, what would you do with it?
after dying from shock? i'd start off by paying off all my debts and the debts of all immediate family members. i would then let my altruistic side be seen more and would definitely let loose of some cash. essentially, after making sure that family is taken care for, i'd want to give a lot of it away. knowing me, i'd spend the rest of my life trying to buy happiness. i might not ever get there, but it sure would be fun as hell trying to get there. now if i could run into billions, i'd buy a hockey team and also do all of the above. you think mark cuban is an owner-fan, you ain't seen nuthin' until you've seen me at the helm. heh.
1. What do you consider the happiest moment/event in your life to date?
no fair asking tough questions! who do you think you are barbara walters? you know, the sad thing is that there are a number of events that should probably stand out, but they don't. my very first thought was -- oh like when the sharks won their very first playoff series against detroit in 1994? but that too has faded. to be honest, i think i'm currently at a time in my life where happiness just isn't sticking with me. from where i stand now, i'm gonna be that 80-year old man dwelling on all the things he never truly appreciated in life when he should have. if i'm lucky, i'll snap out of it.
2. What do you consider the most terrifying/scariest moment/event in your life to date?
another tough one ba-ba-wa. what's up with this? funny... i'm having a much easier time coming up with ones that fit this bill than the "happy" question you had before. my trouble here is picking one. one that involved me most directly, and i'll go with it as my answer, was when i was like a freshman in college and was hanging out with all my friends on a friday/saturday night -- drinking and doing stupid things. one of the dumbest was drinking and driving. i had way too much and we were cruising up the williamsburg parkway, a couple buddies and a girl in the back, my girl and her friend in the front. i vaguely remember blanking out and waking up as we came to a stop -- off the road and just feet away from hitting a tree. that snapped me wide awake, to nearly a sober point. i remember us moving to the backseat and one of the others drove from there. i completely passed out sometime later, waking up the next morning in the back of my car which by then was parked in front of my house. i snuck in and as far as i know was never caught. of course my dad still doesn't admit to half the things he's probably caught me at -- and i'm ok with that. thankfully nobody was hurt, and i've been a stickler ever since about drinking and driving. that night scared me straight!
3. What person has had the greatest influence in your life?
i wish i knew so i could slap the shit out of them. i have always been a bit rebellious and never followed the beat of any drummer. my father always said if he said the sky was blue, i'd say it was green just to argue and be different. so to be perfectly honest, i think i've been influenced by such a wide variety of sources, people, and events that it would be hard to call any one of them the greatest. speaking in numbers, the greatest influence probably contributed less than 5% overall.
at times, i think i'm just a bit of a lost soul still searching for that influence and meaning. scary thing is that at this point in my life i'm supposed to be the one doing the influencing, and to some degree that scares the crap out of me. about all i can guarantee about my influence is that those looking to me will be skeptical, question authority, and beat their own drums -- for better or worse i'm afraid.
well, thank all of you for your questions. hopefully my answers quenched your curiousity and/or gave you some insight into who i am. if you are seeing something like a cold, dark spot when thinking of me... yup, you've got me right. until next time... i'll leave you with the tune i'm listening to as i'm finishing this up...
Heaven -- Los Lonely Boys
a nice, fairly upbeat tune.... give it a listen if you can.
quick bonus insight -- am i the only person that noticed that the first questions where numbered with parens following the number (e.g. 1)) then the second set had numbers followed by a dot (e.g. 1.), and it alternated back and forth. weird!
ac out
so i'm at blockbuster today -- returning haunted mansion and looking to pick up master and commander and the following conversation occurred...
blockbuster chick: hi! how are you?
ac: fine. thanks. do you have master and commander?
for you? sure we do.
heh. i guess it doesn't have anything to do with that guaranteed in stock thing then huh?
oh? is that one of those movies?
i think so. there is like a 5-foot sign on the front glass that says it is.
...she's fiddling getting my other movie checked in and this one checked out when i just had to ask...
so, what does that CIABAMBSYCMNH mean on that button? (or something similar to that)
...she and the other employee had these bright yellow buttons on their shirts with this on them. i figured seeing as i was staring at it for about 30-45 seconds, and it was on her chest, i thought it only polite that i ask...
laughing aloud (LOL for your IM'ers): well, your curiousity is going to cost you a dollar. see, if you ask about my button, you have to pay a dollar.
huh? why is that? or is that going to cost me another buck?
ok, ok, enough with the dialog -- in short, if you see this button and ask them about it, they are encouraged to get you to donate a dollar to the children's miracle network hospital and you get a balloon to write your name on and they stick it up on the wall, the glass wall in my case. "so how high do you want it", she asks. looking at the few others put up so far, i note that someone named blake was the highest. "oh, it doesn't matter as long as it is higher than blake's", i responded.
so this little chick at blockbuster makes a run for the window, leaps up and smack! leaving my balloon a good 6-inches higher than 'ol blakey-boy. yeah, i'm da man! of course i just fucking know that i'll go in there tomorrow and see some balloon marked "carol" way above mine. but for the moment, mine is the highest.
and thinking about this more, i really should go back tonight... my curiousity was never fully resolved. i found out i got to buy a balloon for a decent cause, but i never found out what the hell those letters meant. what a dumbass i am sometimes. this is why curiousity killed the cat i suppose.
how i sometimes get from one thing to another even i may never know. i did however stumble across this wonderful quote today. it certainly goes into my list of favorites.
Everyone carries with them at least one piece to someone else's puzzle.
-- Lawrence Kushner
now i certainly know how i ran across this, i followed a link from braincrayons over to a penny for your thoughts after it was mentioned there was a great quote there. and i wasn't disappoined.
but somehow after that i ended up getting to this passage from an unwritten novel by virginia woolf and felt the need to share it. why? dunno.
SUCH an expression of unhappiness was enough by itself to make one’s eyes slide above the paper’s edge to the poor woman’s face—insignificant without that look, almost a symbol of human destiny with it. Life’s what you see in people’s eyes; life’s what they learn, and, having learnt it, never, though they seek to hide it, cease to be aware of—what? That life’s like that, it seems. Five faces opposite—five mature faces—and the knowledge in each face. Strange, though, how people want to conceal it! Marks of reticence are on all those faces: lips shut, eyes shaded, each one of the five doing something to hide or stultify his knowledge. One smokes; another reads; a third checks entries in a pocket book; a fourth stares at the map of the line framed opposite; and the fifth—the terrible thing about the fifth is that she does nothing at all. She looks at life. Ah, but my poor, unfortunate woman, do play the game—do, for all our sakes, conceal it!
-- Virginia Woolf link to source
face it, you know you wish you were there! well, unless you were a colorado avalanche fan. the sharks out-hustled, out-hit, and simply out-played the av's tonight and routed them by the score of 5-2 and frankly that score doesn't indicate just how lopsided the game was.
my buddy yb went to the game with me -- for the rest of you, there are pictures and the espn write-up. i'm told by bmw that yb and i were on the espn feed after marleau's third goal. i'm the one in white. heh!
man! if that car really worked -- not as in being drivable, but as in allowing time travel -- i would so bid on this auction at ebay.
link found at boingboing.
thanks to those that have offered up 3 questions, i plan to answer them in a couple days -- hoping some more come in as well. in the mean time, here are some links -- something for everyone.
We married in September, and somehow, she came up with only one rule for our marriage; no matter how angry or mad we might get with each other, we must always sleep in the same bed together, no sleeping on the couch or in the guest bedroom. I don't know how she came up with it, but for a very simple rule it was very effective. She said we had to learn how to fight. Never personal, never hurtful, always on the issue and the issue only. Finally, she taught me to never be a scorekeeper. Never count the times I went out or how often she might do something. Instead, be happy and glad that the other has the opportunity. We've kept the belief in these simple things, and a great life together has resulted. It amazes me to this day that a 19 year old girl would have the wisdom, vision, and confidence to embark upon such a journey, passionately and unafraid.
I taste of Death. Doesn't everyone want a taste of death? Well they should. Most people deserve death. Keep away from me unless you think you're better than that. I probably won't like you. What Flavour Are You? |
seems this has been going around -- i last saw it from asb's answers. of course she should have entitled her answers too much information, but it was an amusing read. ok, ok, i give her kudos for having a nirvana album in her top 3.
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.
i, of course, reserve the right to remain silent. sure, it can be used against me, but i retain this right none the less. there are questions i won't answer -- oh, like name, address, social security number -- those sort of things for sure. there are others too, and i'll deal with those when/if they arise. i am, afterall, an anonymous coward.
i'll close down the comments to this post after i've gotten enough questions (ha!), things get out of hand (double-ha!), or have begun to post the answers.
i'm tired. here are some links. then go away.
in these matters the only certainty is that nothing is certain.
-- pliny the elder
Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.and you wonder why i think dr. phil is a quack?
Total Number of sandwiches made: 327
Number of sandwiches made out of spite: 326
thanks for coming. here's a coupon as payment for your time.
if you follow hockey at all, by now you have probably heard about the arrest of mike danton. a pdf copy of the complaint is here for those that really want to delve in, but the hoo-haa going around is whether danton was gay and that the person he hired a hitman for was his [male] lover. quite honestly i could care less -- meaning his sexual orientation (to me) has no bearing -- but it sure seems to keep folks interested. a recent thread on a mailing list of san jose sharks fans, one person wrote:
not to pick on the poster here, but doesn't that just sum things up nicely -- alleged facts. they aren't facts. they aren't allegations. they are alleged facts. maybe i'm just nitpicking the semantics here? i've been known to do that, but this one just cracks me up. i really should post like...I'm willing to concede that it's POSSIBLE that this was not a gay relationship, but look at the alleged facts here. ...
ticket to sharks playoff game #5: $67.00
sandwich and lemonade: $12.50
towel to wave at the game: free
getting the alleged facts: priceless
while hitmen don't take credit cards, for everything else there is mastercard. it's where you want to be. allegedly.
and for what it's worth yes, danton is the "mike jefferson" which was mentioned in the robert frost craziness back in the late 90's. the guy has been through a lot... let's allow the authorities to sort this one out without the is-he or isn't-he gay media storm. geez!
sorry folks, but this movie is in quicktime format. it's called iSuck and is a commercial for a virtual girlfriend. jeremy calls it the best quicktime ever, i'll have to disagree, but it is funny.
ok, it's friday. yippie. and yes, that was a rather sarcastic tone. while i continue to consider what the hell i want to do with this blog, i'll continue with the all too stereotypical blog posts. you know, like letting you know i had taco bell for lunch and that i just finished listening to a tune by m.e.s.t. for whatever good that does.
- first, please click on this link to get to jane's. for her birthday she wants to reach the 50,000 hit mark. while i could
secretlyamuse myself and generate the remaining 5k hits she needs, i suppose it's only right to follow the rules now and again. so if all 3.14159 (irrational i know) of you click through it would help.
- live journal now has a feed of recently uploaded images, and jwz plugged it into his webcollage. take a peek.
- remember that yeti that was batting penguins. well, apparently now there is yetisports where you can find the seal bounce and orca slap.
- while as headphones i'm not terribly impressed, the idea of having a device that plugs into an audio jack and records as mp3 what is played through it is in fact quite interesting.
- use mt? ever want to edit a comment seconds after you submitted it? scriptygoddess has a solution.
i've been to nearly all of the sharks playoff games [ever], but tonight's 3-1 win over the blues provided me something i hadn't seen yet in person. the end of a series where the sharks won. happy handshakes for the home team!
i picked the sharks in 5 in neal's pool which should give me a few minutes of glory near the top. now, if only some of my other picks would follow suit. GO SHARKS! |
over on ernie's mini-blog there was a link for face recognition*. his results proved... um... very inaccurate (his words, not mine). of course, that didn't keep me from trying it out. after selecting the picture, it pops up in your browser and you have click on your right eye, followed by your left eye. after submitting, it takes a few seconds and then boom, you get your results. imho, my results were no more accurate than ernie. it said i look similar to:
credit goes to beer mary for this link. she got it from someone named kristy. it's quite amusing, hop over and give it a look-see. (requires flash)
jane thanks henry for this... dunno any other origins. some of it is so true!
you might be californian if.....
i wrote last month about a chick named laura which ended up getting chris rock's old cellphone number. she referred to the calls as chris calls and tied up a few weeks of observation into a cute little story.
there has been an update, a part deux if you will, and while not nearly as amusing, it does answer a number of questions that floated through my head after reading it.
Art outlives the artist; Poetry predates the poet; Math exists even without us. -- Unknown
don't ask for the moon -- we have the stars.
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a canceled note -- torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.
-- Henry Ward Beecher
i guess toys do reflect life. playmobil now offers an airport security checkpoint with a conveyor belt to screen luggage and a metal detector. it even has a little security person with a metal detector wand.
before taking my next round of meds and letting them take me off to sleep, i stumbled across a number of quotes that i thought were worth sharing.
in no particular order...
Life is like an onion; you peel off one layer at a time and sometimes you weep.
-- Carl Sandburg
If you want what you have never had, you must do what you have never done.
-- Eastman Curtis
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
-- T.S. Eliot
You know you love someone when you want them to be happy even when their happiness means that you aren't a part of it.
-- Unknown
Music is, after silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible.
-- Aldous Huxley
An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind.
-- Mohandas Gandhi
send pics directly from your camera-phone to pics@mobog.com and within minutes they will appear on mobog.com. beware, there are pictures that aren't work safe and/or can offend the easily offended. you have been warned.
... i am a human being. the swelling in my face right now makes me feel the the elephant man. thankfully i'm not that disfigured... i've joked that the upper lip/gum swelling give me more of a turtle look -- perhaps i too should try and join the turtle club.
in an effort to gain some karma points -- i'm running really low, i gave up my ticket for game #2 in the sharks v. blues series so my seatmate could take his son. it's a noontime game and i'm sure the boy will have a blast and be something he remembers for a long time. besides, my seatmate will be out of the country starting monday and i'll have both tickets for a game #5 (if necessary) and/or the first game of the second round. hmmm, i probably only get a half of a karma point for that. oh well.
seeing as everyone apparently has a little lebowski in them, i took the "which big lebowski character are you?" quiz.
According to the "Which Big Lebowski character are you?" quiz:
the work move is finally over. today was the first day in a while that i haven't had to commute back and forth (including saturday and sunday). long tiring days, lots of last minute changes and the stresses to go with it. some of those stresses spilled out and were spewed upon other people, and for that i really am sorry.
And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've stretched myself beyond my means
-- Staind
i haven't posted a blog entry in a while, though that might be a good thing. i've been up and down quite a bit lately and i suspect anything i posted would have been dark and dreary and quite frankly caused me more grief than the benefit derived from posting it. however, here are a few pseudo-random things in stereotypical blog fashion. heh.
writing is how i bleed, in words that stain the page
for this is how i deal with the residual of rage
writing is how i bleed, just pick a wound and you will see
and each time i do, i lose some more of me
my abscessed tooth has recently become uncomfortable -- actually, it fucking hurts right now and the prescription ibuprofen (left over from my knee injury) just isn't cutting it. i may have to [gasp] go to the dentist again whether i like it or not. regardless, i really should be going back to take care of the remaining dental issues i have; however, the exorbitant cost has been quite the demotivator. the toothache certainly adds to my crankiness i'm sure.
while the stresses of work and life have taken their toll, yes, i purposefully have not commented on it being ten years since the death of kurt cobain. everybody has their opinions -- i'm keeping mine to myself.
playoffs! first game is tomorrow night. oh, i'll be there with bells on, that is for sure as well as keeping tabs on some of the other series. i'm in neal's playoff pool again this year. my picks for the first round were as follows -- dallas over colorado, vancouver over calgary, san jose over st. louis, detroit over nashville, toronto over ottawa, new jersey over philly, boston over montreal, and i'm on record with the upset -- islanders over #1 seed tampa bay. yes, i really do think so; however, round-2 will spell doom for the boys from long island.
this is stolen from chris. i liked it enough that i had to copy it rather than just link to it.
don't look at me, because I don't want you to see me this way.It's not that this isn't how I really am and that's the problem. see who I am is the sum of all the bad, ugly, messy, sad, pathetic, and useless parts with the thin camouflage of the residing good to hide discovery from the casual glance.
don't look at me, because I don't want you to see me this way.
i'm a small insect trapped in a glass jar who can see the blue skies above, but cannot climb up the invisible walls to meet it. life speeds by, blurring one day from the next and it's getting harder and harder to breath freely.
don't look at me, because I don't want you to see me this way.
it's getting late, and I don't mean the time. I spend my time playing out the inevitable oncoming headlights which will take me away or at least leave me alone. it's way past last call in the empty hall as I dance by myself in a pool of regrets and vomit.
don't look at me, because I don't want you to see me this way.
I don't want you to see me cry,
I don't want you to know how much I want to die,
stay away everything I say is a lie.
maybe tomorrow will be different, the sun will come up and I will apply my happy make-up to walk out onto the stage again.
so... what would you do for a million dollars and what would you do with the money? these are two questions asked on application for the show. the money is being given away by dot-com billionaire mark cuban.
by the time you read this, i will have tendered my resignation at work, possibly sold the house, and broken the news of a move to texas. my biggest hope at this moment is that i don't have to explain it all too many times.
yes, folks it is indeed true. april fools day is here again. i've had so many ideas on things i could do ranging from stupid, to silly, to... well, downright cruel. this year i just couldn't bring myself to push the envelope, but have shared some of my ideas with others just for the giggles and to get it out.
others seem to be having a lot of fun! perhaps some of them will even get into the top 100 or just be notable on the net. on site is keeping a running list of links of pranks this year. some are quite funny... some, sadly enough aren't pranks. b2 did a 6-panel comic of ill-advised pranks that was quite amusing.
funny thing is... like howard's prank this morning, one day it might be true. one of these days i will resign and i will sell the house. i might even do it on an april 1st -- that way i can get some distance between me and then when they figure out i wasn't kidding.
1) how old were you when you lost your virginity?
Asked by Enigma at April 19, 2004 06:39 PMwell, lets just start right out there on the edge eh? i had a short discussion with someone about this. just what exactly constitutes a guy (or a gal for that matter) losing their virginity. is it sex of any kind which can be interpreted quite differently (ask bill clinton) or is it when there has been classical "penetration"? so now that i've danced around the question a bit -- shaking my ass i might add -- i'm going say it was much later in life than most would expect from an otherwise ordinary looking fellow. allowing a fellow to keep some semblance of face, lets just leave it at that.
2) what's your favorite movie?
hmmm. i can't say that i have an absolute favorite as a lot of movies mean different things for me; however, seeing as you asked and i owe you answer, i'm inclined to say "dead poet's society" is very high on my list.
3) what's your favorite game and why?
game 7 of the stanley cup finals count? i didn't think so. well, with an appropriate opponent, i always enjoy a good game of chess; however, as a potentially 2 or more player game, i like risk. for old-style arcade games, i always love the game tron and one day would like to have one at home. i do; however, have a foozball table, though not quite like this one. mine is actually coin-op.