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Tuesday, April 30, 2002

Yup. Dry Socket. Both sides.

My options were:
1. fight it with pain meds, and it will eventually go away.
2. Let him poke in there more, and have to come back Thursday, Friday and Monday.

We talked about it. The pain, for me, isn't very large. It's a soft background thing. A slight murmur of "Hi, I'm here." He said some people are in total agony to the point of wanting to collapse. He said some people get dry socket and never notice it. I'm in the middle.

I opted to take the pain and avoid the hassle.

SO ... he gave me more Vicodin, for when I need to goto sleep. And anti-biotics, just in case. He said I'm doing a very good job in keeping it clean. If the pain gets any worse, I'll go in.

So far, it's only been getting better. So. *shrugs*

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 5:08 PM ::> [

Grade Report for Winter 2002

Class Number Subject Description Section Grading Grade Credits
2110 American Culture 231 Vis&Matrl Cult Lecture 001 Graded A- 3.000
3456 English Lang & Literature 313 Lit Studies Discussion 002 Graded A 4.000

Term Credit Totals
In Progress: .000
Grading Completed (MSH): 7.000
Credits Passed (CTP): 7.000
Grade Points (MHP): 27.100
Credits Attempted: 7.000
GPA: 3.871

yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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whoa!

Just had some Jehovah's Witness recruiter's come by. Dunno if it was the puffy-face frown or the structure shirt against Jarrod's fabulous living room, but they knocked, commented on the beautiful day, said "We're Jehovah's witnesses" and started pulling out a book with golden-edges, and I just held up my hand and said "Nope. Not interested." She kinda paused and then asked, "Are you certain?". I just said positive, and walked back to my puter.

Blech. GO AWAY. :)

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Been having this thudding pain in my jaw. I didn't go to work yesterday, and I didn't go today. It's very distracting. It's not total agony - more like a background THUD...THUD ... that is quite distracting.

As this is the 5th post-operative day, I called the oral surgeon to ask them about it (My pink sheet says too).

The nurse uttered the evil incantation: "DRY SOCKET".

*sighs*
I have an appointment at 2:10pm.

Joy.

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Monday, April 29, 2002

http://www.cafepress.com/cp/store/productdetail.aspx?prodno=1812222&zoom=yes

Funny!

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Sunday, April 28, 2002

Starting to feel normalish, again.

Oral surgery really does suck.

I don't remember a thing ... except waiting in the damn office for TWENTY MINUTES in a chair with an O2 thing in my nose and leaning back. The Doc came in, stuck me with a needle, said that's all I was going to feel ... and bam! I was out.

I woke up with the surgical assistant near me. I looked around. The room was quite .. odd looking. Almost like the contrast was turned up too much. I couldn't talk well because of the gauze packed in my mouth. She asked me how I felt. I tried to say ok. And then, for some reason I cannot recall, I started to cry. She asked me what was wrong, and I said that I wanted Jarrod. She said I could see him when I was out of the anestetic. I calmed down a bit, but was still teary. She asked me if I was ok ... and I said I wanted Jarrod. Tried to explain he wasn't just a friend. She said she understood, and that the drugs sometimes caused people to be emotional and that they knew I wasn't out of the anestetic because of it. I forced myself to calm down.

Y'know .. looking back ... they just should have let him in. I don't see what harm that would have done.

*shrugs*

I'm still on a liquid diet. Yogurt. Applesauce. I managed to smoosh and swallow some scrambled eggs this morning. Mashed potatoes. Ice cream. Milkshakes.

I'm *REALLY* hungry for a cheeseburger.

*sighs*

But! Things are getting better. Some friends of mine in the KFO guild sent me flowers, which was nice. I really wished I could have gone to Wendi's/Lisa Marie's/Jack's party, but I wasn't feeling up to public last night. Still not today. I'm probably calling into work sick tomorrow. The pain is pretty noticeable when I'm not on medication, and the medication makes me sleepy.

I'm feeling better every day. I hope I can chew by Wednesday. I made mac and cheese the last night ... and couldnt eat it.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 7:54 PM ::> [

Friday, April 26, 2002

Sleep eludes me.

Though, I had strange dreams. Dreamed I was this guy named Rand. Working for this ... corporation of Genetically altered beings. I could channel (magic), and was one of very few people who could. Oddly enough, the HQ of the organization was on the ocean, and was layed out exactly like my parent's house (though it was nicer -- mansion-eque.)

The first part was me (Rand) swimming along the coast-line (But for some reason, I'm not supposed to).

So ... they had me and a woman (who I can't recall who they were now, just some faceless-nameless woman) creating a global defense system. And ... we fell in love? I guess. Or at least, we were close. We went for a float around the harbor, and when we came back there was this guy (the boss-guy) who was playing chess with only one side of pieces, and the pieces were in the wrong spots. I never did get to tell him the important information I obtained because some super-model type came into the room.

So, I go out. When I come back, we leave on our mission. Which is in a big bus, that they drive up a ramp to jump a lake. This is where things get weird.

I had two dreams. Same plot up to here. Same endings. Two different middle points.

A)
The bus flies over the lake, and drives like a madman. We attempt to approach a military base to get some important information, and ...resistance. They knew we were coming. We're thwarted, and turn back.

B)
I know we aren't going to make the long jump over the lake, so I cast a spell, and float us to the other side. People are amazed. Then, we approach our location. There are MANY, MANY armed guards between us and our goal, so I flick my hand and ... they're gone. Flung away. We get what we need.

Now ... to the ending. I have this bizarro dance at a party with another guy (which is rather athletic, the dance AND the guy). I discover at the party that I'm being used in some way to create a weapon, not a protection system. I gather my comrades, and we head to the house to infiltrate and stop. Most of the people are gone, already. We dispatch with some Demonic things. Avienda and Egwene are there (Robert Jordan characters). I can see that some other male has cast spells -- they appear as linked rope things. We save a friend in the basement of the house, undo several magical traps, and grab a few key documents.

The dream ends there.

Bizzaro.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 6:09 AM ::> [

Thursday, April 25, 2002

Shocked, I am.

Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.

The only thing that would have fit better here would be: "band geek". Or: "band-geek fag." that'd work too. I played the clarinet. First Chair. Of course. :)

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 3:40 PM ::> [

Close encounters of the Fourth Kind
Near-Malka-miss today. I was pulling into the parking lot (LATE) as she was pulling out. If I had been on time, I might have run into her in the lobby. Eeks. Glad I was late.

KFO
It's fun when everyone wants to be politico. I wish people would just be nice. It's a GAME, Folks. Most people do play nice. It's the people who think the world is coming to an end that aren't being very nice.

*sighs*
Pit-in-stomach feeling won't go away. I'm really quite terrified about tomorrow. Sharon suggested I ask the Dentist for a valium. She says they offer it to patients who are nervous about the surgery.

Problem is ... I don't want to call the dentist's office. That would require acknowledgement of some sort that just makes me more nervous.

Phobias are fun, eh?

Lunch Plans
I'm going to kill Mephisto about 20 times for lunch. Might even eat something, if my stomach quits lurching.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 9:35 AM ::> [

Wednesday, April 24, 2002

Oh ... and ... I'm staying a little bit late at work.

They're basically offering this bizzaro overtime incentive.

I promise to do 16 files for overtime (can do about 3.5-4 an hour). I get to stop doing my daily work at 3pm, and can either leave for home or stay here and do the files (with the files that I can do, I pretty much have to stay here. The harder files ... you can work on at home.) So ... for 4 hours of work total, I do 16 files, paid at 2 files to one hour (so I'll get paid for 8 hours of overtime at my hourly rate). And two of those 4 hours of overtime I get to spend at work during my normal day shift ... which 'm still paid for.

Got that all?

I get paid 8 hours of overtime ... and for 2 hours of my shift ... for working 2 hours of my shift AND 2 hours over my shift.

Weird. It's to help our turn-times (time it takes for a file to hit our fax server and become underwritten).

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 5:22 PM ::> [

Yahoo mail is down ... again. This is time it's not just me. Apparently a large chunk of the system is down. I can send e-mails out and they go out, but every time someone attempts to send me a message, it says:

"Message from yahoo.com.
Unable to deliver message to the following address(es).

:
Sorry, your message to aular@yahoo.com cannot be delivered. This account has been disabled or discontinued.

This is happening with just about everyone I know who uses Yahoo.

GreAAAt. Sent them a feedback form. I pay them for their service now (so I can POP the mail into Outlook at home). I'm hoping they fix it soon.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 5:18 PM ::> [

I don't know why it puts so much lead space on tables ....

What WB drama are you?

You are totally the über-sophisticate. You've practically have the world wrapped around your finger because you've got the attitude, look, and personality. You truly are all that (forget that Rachael Leigh Cook chick!), but you think nothing of it because you're completely committed to helping those in need. You are incredible dependable and caring, and so this makes you very likeable. The absolute most important thing to you in your life is your family, so when something threatens them, you unleash hell and bitch-slap the bad guys! Your bond with your family is incredible strong like the one that Piper, Phoebe, and Paige share, and you intend to keep it that way!

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 11:56 AM ::> [

Done now
*closes his google and askjeeves browser windows*
I ought to pretend to work today.
*sighs*

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 9:09 AM ::> [

Hmmm
Foods and eating.
After difficult extractions a soft or liquid diet may be indicated for 24 hours after your dental surgery. For simpler extractions just making sure you do your chewing with those teeth which are away from the extraction site will be sufficient. Hot liquids will tend to dissolve the blood clot which has formed in the extraction socket so avoid them for the first 24 hours. Also, you should avoid alcoholic beverages for at least 24 hours.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 9:08 AM ::> [

More teeth
I'm not obsessing about this. Really.
DIET: Eat normal regular meals as soon as you are able after surgery. Cold, soft food such as ice cream or yogurt may be the most comfortable for the first day. It is also important to drink plenty of fluids.

Ice cream! Chocolate. *adds that to the grocery list*

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 9:06 AM ::> [

http://www.niagaraoralsurgery.com/ser_wisdom.htm

DON’T COMPARE YOURSELF TO YOUR FRIENDS OR ACQUAINTANCES WHO HAVE HAD THEIR WISDOM TEETH EXTRACTED. REMEMBER THAT PATIENTS CAN EXPERIENCE QUITE DIFFERENT CONSEQUENCES AFTER WISDOM TEETH OR EVEN SIMPLE DENTAL EXTRACTIONS.

This website says that all my friends and family with horror stories about wisdom teeth can go take a long walk off a short pier.

I'll toss you a life-preserver ... but it'll be fun to see you splash :-)

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 8:52 AM ::> [

Unexpected friends
Dinner last night was fun. Jeff's a good guy -- we have a lot more in common than I thought.

It's odd. He's my cousin. One year younger than me. We grew up together, living only a 15 minutes (drive) away most of younger years. We spent the rest of middle school/high school only one town away (25 mins?). And ... I never knew he was such a neat person. Not until we started chatting on ICQ a few years ago (when he went to college).

So ... I was just suprised. He lives in Waterford, at his Uncle's house (his mom's side, he's my dad's brother's son). We met at 12 Oak Mall, and had dinner at Red Lobster (for the seafood lover in you!). It was a pleasant evening. Got home kinda lateish, chatted at the sweetie, and went to bed.

I guess the other oddity about family ... is that the person I was closest too on my dad's side -- my cousin Rachel, one month older than me -- has become this ultra-born again who thinks that I'm a pox on the face of god.

The kindness of Christian rhetoric ....

Textbooks for sale!
Decided to try and sell my used textbooks (which are mostly essay collections and novels) over amazon.com instead of going to the bookstore and getting raped there. Sold two the other night, I ship them off today.

Only 8 more to sell (I think it's 8 more ....)

1 or two of those books look like things my friends *might* be interested. Mostly Kristen. There's a few landscape and planning type texts in there. Stuff she's probably read or heard of, though :)

Today
Hmmm....more coding in Access. Tonight will entail reconciling bills, and then diabloing or final fantasying. Not sure which, yet. I'll probably bug Matthew and see if he wants to tool about with the Barb and Pally team.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 8:37 AM ::> [

Tuesday, April 23, 2002

Woo hoo!

Got my form to work with VB code in Access. *happy dance*

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 4:34 PM ::> [

EEks. Sounds like something's up in SE Michigan alright.

I'm actually having an OK day. Just worried about/dreading the upcoming SURGERY.

*gulp*

Other than that ... *shrugs*. I'm just ... 'ok'.

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Eating well
Dinner out last night with Kristen and John at the Lord Fox. Decent food ... exquisite dessert (banana's foster).

Lunch out with James today at olga's. We chatted about life and role playing.

Dinner out tonight with my Cousin. We've been having an internet-friendship for a year or so. Going to try hangin' out now. He seems like a great guy, which is funny that I never knew that growing up. My father and his father don't get along real well (brothers, go figure).

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 1:00 PM ::> [

Word of the day
Word of the Day for Tuesday April 23, 2002:

clemency \KLEM-uhn-see\, noun:
1. Disposition to forgive and spare, as offenders; mercy.
2. An act or instance of mercy or leniency.
3. Mildness, especially of weather.

Hmmm....

Countdowns
3 days until hell. 12 days until this KFO term is up. Will be glad when both are done.

Hey, Dave.
Person who was removed from the guild for being silly (consistantly) is trying to justify their "Political Action" group. Um ... hello. It's a game. Politics? Yeaaaaah. Right. The only politics involved are the ones you make. The only agendas here were yours.

Perspective, people. Game -- right? Fun -- right? Friends are involved, yes. But let's ditch this "We need to be political" crap and leave that to government.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 8:30 AM ::> [

Monday, April 22, 2002

Playing in Visual Basic this morning.

Fun... ? *scratches head*

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 9:21 AM ::> [

Sunday, April 21, 2002

Surpise b-day party went well yesterday. I thought my mom was going to be pissed. She seemed ok with it all, in fact, she seemed like she was having fun.

Now, that *WAS* public-face mom. It's always hard to figure out whether public-face or the real mom is out and about. I guess I'll find out about it through the grapevine.

It was a long day. Got up at 9:30. Super-shower and ultra-speed-get-ready ... off to Williamston. Then to Perry, to finalize all this Ford Motor Credit mess (My dad and I 'sold' my leased Focus to Me), To the store, to Williamston, get ready for the party ... party, home. We got home late. LONG day.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 8:27 AM ::> [

Word of the Day for Saturday April 20, 2002:

collude \kuh-LOOD\, intransitive verb:
To act in concert; to conspire; to plot.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 8:22 AM ::> [

Friday, April 19, 2002

Yahoo Mail is down.

GRRRrrrrr

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 3:10 PM ::> [

On second thought ... Queen of the Gods does sound appealing.

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Potluck at work today. Yummy food. Only had TWO desserts. There's about 12 different ones.

I'd love to go home, now. ;)

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 12:19 PM ::> [

Which Greek Goddess am I?

Just like a Gemini to have TWO Greek Godesses that I am. Hmph.

(1)

See which Greek Goddess you are.

(2)

See which Greek Goddess you are.

I think I prefer Hestia. Hera turned Zeus' playthings into Cows (well, one, at least).

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 8:53 AM ::> [

Word of the Day
abjure \ab-JUR\, transitive verb:
1. To renounce under oath.
2. To renounce or reject solemnly; to recant; to reject;
repudiate.
3. To abstain from; to shun.
Hm. Kinda like this one.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 8:44 AM ::> [

Thursday, April 18, 2002

Updated my webpage. Writing section is now online. Only took me 4 months. *shrugs*

Will work on getting more stuff up there. I think I'm going to use work to make my stuff into PDF's.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 3:27 PM ::> [

Work is going to pay for me to take this expensive Access training seminar. 5 days. too cool ;)

7 folks are going to take it from work.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 12:30 PM ::> [

Had dinner with my honey last night. He was in PA researching dead people Sunday to Wednesday. House was AWWWEFUlly quiet without him there.

We at dinner at Palios, then walked around a little bit, then headed over to the /Aut/. Met my professor while we were there -- David. He's neat. Out of all my profs that I have had at the U, I call him my favorite. I mean, when a prof can desribe with a straight face (no pun intended) exactly who is fucking who in ancient Greece -- that's gumption. And yes, he tosses that word about in class. Not as a swear word, mind you, as a verb. He lives in Paris (France) of all places, and rents a place when he's teaching at the U.

Anyways, after we chatted with him for a bit, we hung out with some classmates for about 30 minutes. Until I started to wilt from sleep deprivation. We came home, vegged on the couch and watched Six Feet Under. I don't watch much T.V. anymore, but I like this show.

Then, we headed to bed. Got the best night's sleep in about a week. No worries about a crammed Thursday. Had Jarrod there again. It's weird, sleeping alone when you've had someone there for most of the last 2 years.

Not much on the dockett for today. Either going to bug Matthew tonight for some D2x, pop into a guild game or 3, or play FFX. Not sure which, yet.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 8:42 AM ::> [

Wednesday, April 17, 2002

AmCult Final Project
Since I babbled so much about it, I thought I ought to show you the end result.

You can click on it to see a larger version. Original size was 11X17. I scaled it down for the web ;)

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HOME!

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Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I want to go home now.

I got my form in Access working. Figured out that the command I was trying to use in the code -- rst.findfirst -- only works with a DYNASET table type. I was using an OPENTABLE table type. DuuuH. Flipped table types, and bang! It's querying correctly. Entering correctly. Life is grand.

I've been putzing around all afternoon. Just. Not. In. Work. Mode.

*shrugs*

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 4:28 PM ::> [

So!

I've been on-and-off working on getting something to WORK correctly in MSexcel for about ... oh.... one and a half years. Array formulas. They're weird. Powerful. Cryptic. Never got them to work.

Until yesterday. I had a breakthrough. I ... used them. They worked.

MS.Enlightenment.

I was happy. I conquered it ;)

Advancement for Patrick! 5 pts ... into MSExcel!

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 3:38 PM ::> [

SCHOOL'S OUT, SCHOOL'S OUT
TEACHER LET THE FOOLS OUT.
NO MORE PENCILS NO MORE BOOKS
NO MORE TEACHERS DIRTY LOOKS.

Gosh, I'm glad this semester is over.

And Jarrod gets home tonight! Dinner out! Relaxing evening! NO HOMEWORK!

NONE! ZIP! Ze-RO! ZILCH! Nada! Finit! Nin! cero!

Lovely, lovely feeling.

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Tuesday, April 16, 2002

Nice woman at work who's been getting Thai food offered to buy my lunch today. System works like: Caroline e-mails about 6-8 people. We e-mail out for interested parties in our area. the 6-8 collect cash, give to Caroline. Caroline picks up the food, delivers the number the 6-8 people requested to them. the 6-8 deliver to the people they collected from.

So...I've been delivering food for a few weeks when we get Thai.

And she offered to buy my lunch cause of it.

Cool =)

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 11:01 AM ::> [

Some dolt sent Matthew a note about his Amber campaign: POM. It was amusing. He called all the PC's boot-lickers. He made several uninformed and silly remarks. About a game he doesn't know anything about.

Silly, silly man. He made me chuckle.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 9:20 AM ::> [

So ... my project that I get to do tonight.

I have to create an Ad-Council like campaign about a topic, that somehow makes a point in it about how we, as a cultural body, SEE things. To me -- this is probably because of my politics and social identity -- this equates with who is VISIBLE, and who is INVISIBLE.

African-Americans were INVISIBLE in the 1700 and 1800's. Plantations were constructed so that black people were hidden from the view of the slave-owners. Even as far as the 1930's and 1950's, black people where invisible. Relegated to the backs of buses, certain parts of town.

In a similar vein, women were rendered INVISIBLE. With pushes on women's lib in the late 1800's, the 1940's and the 1960's/1970's, women were removed from the "home" (hidden) and placed in the front of politics, life.

So ... my project will focus on something even more INVISIBLE -- gay, of course. "You can't tell who we are..." will be the main focus. Cause, except for the accent that Matthew pointed out to me, and the gay-bars and rainbow stickers on cars -- by LOOKING at someone, you can't often tell. (I know, I know ... my gaydar's finer tuned than that. I *CAN* tell. I know. But ... my hetero-class mates can't.)

I'm going to take this porn-pic I found (He's actually clothed, though ... it was a series) with a guy staring out of the screen at you. I'm going to either find 9 pictures like that, or use him 9 times. Not sure yet. I want to accent that we all look the same. Then, I'm going to find my "straight" boy pic. That should easy. I just need a model-type guy, decently dressed, who's *NOT* staring out of the page at you. The caption to the ad will be "We know. 10% of you are straight. It's ok." It will be an advertisement for "Straight pride" and "National coming out day". I'm going to take the audience majority (the class, mostly hets) and cast them into the mold of the minority.

Which, oddly enough, is sort of what my story was about. The assignment for today was to write a 6-8 page creative writing piece, using some ideas from Ancient Greece that we read. I constructed a world where the Athenians weren't conquered by the Spartans, the Macedonians, and the Romans and instead became the conquerers of the world. Fast forward two millenia and ... the whole world is divided into male-towns and female-towns. Everyone's gay. Except that breeding is set up as appointments to continue the species, and one guy discovers that he likes it. Ditches his BF. Runs off. Destiny, gods, love, Plato (the bible) and Socrates (the Christ-figure) are all central running themes. It's not decent, but ... adequete.

Hm. Guess I'm chatty today. Can't wait for Jarrod to get home. The house is just too damn quiet.

*shrugs*

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Finished my short story due tomorrow.

It's adequete. I got an A on both other assignments. So. I'm expecting something in the high-B/Low-A range for a final grade.

I've my idea set for the project due wednesday. Tomorrow will be another tight evening, jamming that into the schedule.

*sighs*

Just TWO more days.

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Monday, April 15, 2002

Ugh.

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Word of the Day
Word of the Day for Monday April 15, 2002:

spoonerism \SPOO-nuh-riz-uhm\, noun:
The transposition of usually initial sounds in a pair of
words.

Some examples:
* We all know what it is to have a half-warmed fish
["half-formed wish"] inside us.
* The Lord is a shoving leopard ["loving shepherd"].
* It is kisstomary to cuss ["customary to kiss"] the bride.
* Is the bean dizzy ["dean busy"]?
* When the boys come back from France, we'll have the hags
flung out ["flags hung out"]!
* Let me sew you to your sheet ["show you to your seat"].
_____________________________________________________

Spoonerism comes from the name of the Rev. William
Archibald Spooner (1844-1930), a kindly but nervous
Anglican clergyman and educationalist. All the above
examples were committed by (or attributed to) him.

Interesting.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 8:29 AM ::> [

Friday, April 12, 2002

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The guy behind me is playing this WAILING-PORN-MUSIC-SOUNDING song ... over, and over, and over, and over ....

Ugh. It's not even Happy Porn music. It's the depressing "wAAAAhhhh...." saxaphoney porn music.

Am bitter that they gave me a new computer MINUS SOUND capabilities and CD-ROM SPINNING disabled.

*grumble*

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E-mail is veddy, veddy quiet today. I'm feeling neglected.

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MsAccess, DB's and One-to-Many
I think ... I'm beginning to See. Not 's'ee, but 'S'ee. Don't ask me to explain or instruct, yet. I'm not that far along. But ... the edge of Enlightment is there. I can almost touch saiden.

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I'm all Warm-and-Fuzzy-and-Cuddly

which children's storybook character are you?

this quiz was made by colleen

*deep breath* Awwwwwwwwwwww

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Word of the Day

Word of the Day for Friday April 12, 2002:
apposite \AP-uh-zit\, adjective:
Being of striking appropriateness and relevance; very
applicable; apt.

KFO
There was another meeting of the Dixen clan last night. They know-we-know. *shrugs* They seem to be breaking up. I don't mind folks meeting to discuss things they think are relevant issues. I mind when people want to meet with the expressed goal of just ripping on other members. It's ... mean. Negative. On something that is supposed to be positive and fun.

I'm not running again. I'm really, really NOT running again. I'm tired of negative, when all I've been trying to do is accent the positive. Tough, when you have negative people who just rip on your positively positive attempts to be chipperly chipper and positively positive.

Work
Ugh. There's no place like home ... there's no place like home ... there's no place like home.

Home
I take that back. I don't want to be HOME, I just don't want to be at WORK. Lunch out would be neat ... Finish up Fires of Heaven, start Lord of Chaos, get my story due Tuesday done. Dinner out with friends, a movie in the evening. That would be my day, if I had a choice in the matter.

"If I were a rich man, diddle deedle diddle diddle-diddle-deedle-diddle dummmmmmmmmm
All day long diddle-deedle diddle dum
If I were a wealth-y man! *boom*"

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Thursday, April 11, 2002

Headings

I'm going to start using these. We'll see how long THAT lasts.

Work

I'm getting slightly annoyed with my new team leader. She's been pretty nice. She was blunt before, but now she's blunt AND curt. It almost feels like I'm wasting her time every single time I ask her a question.

It's starting to chafe.

The Access project is going well. I've turned into Navigator, rather than driver. I kind of thought this would happen. The parts that I was supposed to do got cut from the project. Which left me handling all point-contact, info gathering, note taking, questioning, and just being the guy pointing where to drive. I have learned a bunch about access. I still hate Visual Basic. I don't want to learn it. Reinforces my decision on declaring English as a major, rather than trying to scale the Comp Sci wall at the U of M. Code does *NOT* thrill me.

HTML is about the only thing I've wanted to learn to code. HTML is ... easy. At least, HTML alone is. Don't know if I'll ever get into the cutting edge stuff Matthew is on top of -- all that fancy-schmancy XML-magic. Or that voo-doo Sean chants: asp-fdh-php-ca-dabra.

KFO

Been having a interesting pissing match with someone on the KFO forums. He's been meeting with Dixen neat little "faction" group. Which I'm trying to integrate back into the group. Dixen was operating, I think, with the impression that if he created dischord, surrounded himself in people who supported him, yanked on the system to manuever those people into office -- that he could come back. After what he's done, I doubt he CAN come back. Too many people upset. Too many people would leave.

But anyways, I was sent the logs of their meetings. Took them to the Council. Talked with the Lord who was at those meetings. We took the real issues the group talked about, and debated them amongst the Council. Figured out the ones that needed posting (the "we need better communication" and "impeach all the current lords" didn't get posted). Posted. Which brought the discussion from the disgruntled group, back to the group as a whole. We'll see what the disgruntled folks want to do about it all, now. Since they're aware that information has leaked.

I'm kinda interested in seeing how Dixen and the group reacts to the Knowledge that they can't trust everyone. Puts them in a spot I've been in for months. Folks not holding to their word. Folks not worth their face value. Some poetic form of justice, maybe?

But anyways ... I get SO diverted on this topic ... this guy started posting "profound quotes of the moment." Mostly stuff about stupidity, bureaucracy. To folks not knowing he was in the 'sub-group' of the whole, it looked harmless. He was jabbing. Poking. So ... I started posting quotes in response. It's quite amusing. They've stopped, oddly enough. I posted all the topics last night for discussion among the group. The topics they were discussing in their meetings. And ... no quote today.

I also did something bad last night. I went into their channel on IRC, and registered it. Added a text greeting so that when anyone came into the channel, it would message them with "I once was lost, but now am found. Was blind ... but now ... I see." Added a topic to the channel that was: "Queen to former Knight's pawns 4, [CHECK]." It felt cathartic. And then I was a good boy (after Jarrod talked to me), and dropped the channel registration. Just knowing that I COULD do it, though ... some of the things they were saying about me, personally, in those meetings was just mean. Tyrant. Barely web-literate. Favoring my friends. Knowing that I *COULD* run circles around them on IRC, just felt good. It's petty, yes. But ... it felt better. I feel better. *shrugs*

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Wednesday, April 10, 2002

ACK. NOBODY won the Big Game.

Hello ... I know it's my turn. The Oracle told me so. Here, I'll ask again.

Am I going to win the lotto?
*picks up the Magic-Black-Sphere-Of-(8)Infinite-Knowledge-and-Power*

"All signs point to yes."

*points* SEE!

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7 days till I'm DONE with school for the semester.

YAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY

I'm really tired of school. Really, really tired. I'm ready for it to be done.

*sighs*

But! This semester has been worse than most. I've found that humanities courses, outside of the English department, are just ... weird. I've got to take 4 more credits of non-English humanities. I'm enrolled in Classical Civilization 101 next fall, for 4 credit, Humanities. My current prof (David Halperin) has said that the professor for that class is: young, energetic, (cute), and queer. Yay. Perhaps he won't make Ancient Greece so dull :) David's class hasn't been dull. Unlike my other course this semester.

She rattled on for FORTY minutes today about our projects due next week. Y'know -- I'm tired of doing all this reading for class, and not touching on them at all IN class. It's frustrating. Makes me think I wasted my time. *shrugs*

So, my checklist for the rest of the semester is:
1. Read 20ish pages for class Thursday.
2. Write a 1-page response papers for Monday that was due today (oops).
3. Read and respond to 2 chapters worth of essays we'll never discuss for Monday.
4. Write one 6-8 page creative story with themes to Ancient Greek culture for Tuesday.
5. Read 20ish pages for Tuesday.
6. Bring my final project to class for Wednesday. Project is an "ad council" style campaign (This is your brain ... *shows you an egg* ... this is your brain on drugs .. *cracks the egg, puts it in a hot frying pan* .. Any questions?) ... with the MAIN backdrop topic of How We See As A Culture. It has to make a point about seeing. I'm doing a large poster or commercial script (In powerpoint) on National Coming Out Day: "We Know. It's OK to be Straight. 10% of you are. You can't dress to save your lives, without us. But it'll be ok." Something smarmy and snide, about how cultures can be invisible through passing.

Oh ... and no offense to the Straight people reading this blog ;) I'm making a point about stereotypes and invisible cultures that pass. If we're all fashion gurus (I'm not), then you can't dress yourselves. Only fair :)

Anyways ... it's not a LOT to do. Enough, though. Against the backdrop of a "mutiny" in the KFO that the whole Council gets to deal with, now. 3 weeks and 4 days, now. Just 3 weeks, and 4 days.

Semester ends in: 7 days.
KFO Term over in: 3 weeks, 4 days.

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Tuesday, April 09, 2002

Not feeling chatty today.

You have the Grumpy Patrick today.

My right-side is tender. Slept on it wrong, I guess. Wisdom teeth buggin me. Feeling that end-of-semester crunch.

Semester ends in: 8 days.
KFO Term over in: 3 weeks, 5 days.

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Monday, April 08, 2002

Ok. I think I'm feeling chatty today. *glances at his blog* *shrugs*

I wanted to take a class in the summer term. I can't find ANYTHING. I only need humanities courses (for my liberal arts degree), English courses (for my major) or LGBT courses for a minor I'm considering. And ... no dice. No English classes even OPEN in the summer term. All full. Already. There are a few humanities courses, but none of them fit. I need 4 more humanities courses to finish that requirement. They are either: 3 credit courses (which means I'd have to find ANOTHER humanities course, they generally suck), 2 credit Philosophy courses (I admire John in his ability to understand that ... but I am sorely lacking in Socratic depth) or ... closed.

Joy. Guess I get the summer off. Going to *try* and do Overtime at work, or get a second job for the summer. Try and pay off some of those student loans, early.

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I've never taken a 400-level course before. I *AM* technically a senior, after this semester.

I'm taking it anyways. So there.

I think.

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WOW. They designed a CLASS for ME!!!

ENGLISH 415. Interdisciplinary Approaches to Literature.

Section 001 – Technology and the Humanities.

Instructor(s): Eric S Rabkin (esrabkin@umich.edu) , Victor Rosenberg
Prerequisites & Distribution: (3). (Excl). May be repeated for a total of six credits.

Credits: (3; 2 in the half-term).
Course Homepage: No homepage submitted.

This upperclass and graduate-level course fosters both sharpened general analytic and presentational skills and technical mastery of a broad range of modern computer-based technologies for collaboration and for gathering, manipulating, analyzing, and presenting electronic data in the humanities. We will work both locally and via networks, with special attention to creating and publishing "compound documents" (e.g., Web sites and CD-ROMs). The course begins with five weeks of intensive technical training and proceeds to five weeks of discussion of works that question the impacts of technology. By the middle of the academic term, restrained only by time and their imaginations, students also will be working in self-selected groups on creating sophisticated multimedia products using a variety of techniques to address some substantial issue in the humanities. Technical topics include at least information gathering from digital sources, HTML authoring, hypertext documents or novels, collaborative technologies, the meaning of the digital revolution, text analysis, and image manipulation.

*clicks REGISTER in his registration window*

*dances*

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Hm. Someone is being a dweeb to Wendi.

*Draws his sword*

Point me at 'em!

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We like Coke. *ZING* CAFFIENE! Cures the 5-hour sleep nights.

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BAH. Bleys killed the demon-thing. I only distracted it.

Clearly, I need me a Pattern Blade. The King's being loopy, maybe I can swipe Werewindle?

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Class was fun. The teacher talked about Blah, Blah blah...blah-blah-blah, blahBLAHblah, bLAH.

Does that mean I'm a dreamer?

I was tired enough. I could have been dreaming.

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I'm just full of things to say this morning. This is was my company's online newletter:

"Why We Don't Hear Others

Communication is a two way street, and good listening skills are just as important as sharing ideas of your own. To be sure that you really hear what others are saying, try to avoid these behaviors:

Mind Reader — You'll hear little or nothing as you think, "What is this person really thinking or feeling?"
Rehearser — Your mental tryouts for "Here's what I'll say next" tune out the speaker.
Filterer — Some call this selective listening. You hear only what you want to hear.
Dreamer — Drifting off during a face to face conversation can lead to an embarrassing "What did you say?" or "Could you repeat that?"
Identifier — If you refer everything you hear to your experience, you probably didn't really hear what was said.
Comparer — When you get sidetracked assessing the messenger, you're sure to miss the message.
Derailer — Changing the subject too quickly tells others you're not interested in anything they have to say.
Sparrer — You hear what's said, but quickly belittle it or discount it. That puts you in the same class as the derailer.
Placater — Agreeing with everything you hear just to be nice or to avoid conflict does not mean you're a good listener.

Adapted from: Communication Briefings"

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Word of the Day for Monday April 8, 2002:

recalcitrant \rih-KAL-sih-truhnt\, adjective:
Stubbornly resistant to and defiant of authority or restraint.

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It was odd waking up this morning, and not having light to dress with again. There was light on Friday.

Saturday night improved for me. I had another beer and headed back downstairs, and chatted. Had fun.

Saturday afternoon was spent with my sister, who came into town to "hang out". She looked bored most of the day. We tried to hit campus to walk around and grab a lite bite to eat, and I realized *AFTER* I parked why there were SO many goddamn people on campus: Hash Bash. Lovely. We left. Hash bash and the naked mile are two events I'd love to see Ann Arbor rid itself of. They're both just a pain.

So we went to the mall, had a bowl of Soup, chatted about Mom's surprise birthday party (she doesn't read Blogs, doesn't own a computer), and got ready for the B-day party.

So ... Sunday. Slept in late (Daylight savings time helped here). I prepped for the meeting stuff for the evening. Did some reading for class. Made dinner. KFO meetings for a few hours. Okay, more than a few hours. Soon. It will be over soon. 3 weeks, 6 days. Just gotta hold it together for 3 weeks and 6 days. I've got a Trump Card. I'm holding it. Going to play it if I need to. "Play" is an interesting metaphor, since this is SUPPOSED TO BE A GAME.

Ah well. To e-mail!

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Saturday, April 06, 2002

Blogger was down this morning when I wanted to post.

Bad, Bad blogger.

This was the word of the day. Apt, I think:

Word of the Day for Saturday April 6, 2002:

demagogue \DEM-uh-gog\, noun:
1. A leader who obtains power by means of impassioned appeals
to the emotions and prejudices of the populace.
2. A leader of the common people in ancient times.

Dixen? Hm?

There's a party currently being hosted at my house. It's ... fun. Two good friends of mine having birthdays. I just wish I were in the Party mood. Everyone's having fun, and I'm just wishing for quiet. It's been a bad week. It's not them. My friends are fun. Neat. Wendi was asking me when I was going to drop this KFO thing.

I don't know when. I don't know, if ever. *shrugs* It's been something I've put time into. It's something I'm proud of. It's not that I can point to it and go "I did this.". That's not why I'm proud. I'm proud, cause I can point to it and say, "I made people happy." Mostly.

People have helped me. Is it really that hard to see that I want to help others? "Pay it forward", sort of concept?

Sometimes I think I'm crazy. Fanatical about it. Maybe I am. We've all got our thing, I suppose. Wendi has her art and comic. Sean has his bad horror movies. Matthew has finding a relationship and the gym. Jarrod has WRAP. Jack has film. Kristen has Japan. Kris has Amber.

I have the KFO. *shrugs* It's not all bad, really. I've found two really good friends, there. Two people I can really relate to. Two people that I wish lived closer.

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Friday, April 05, 2002

You are Kermit!
Though you're technically the star, you're pretty mellow and don't mind letting others share the spotlight. You are also something of a dreamer.
Take the What Muppet Are You? Quiz!

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OO! y'know, I could make a BLOG page for the pbem character.

He's Aelric. I just like the name. In this campaign, he's a son-of-corwin who doesn't know it (he was orphaned), in a Brand's Universe game where Corwin is a recently surrendered rebel. A General, and Castellan (highest General) in Jade's army. Two Commanders above him (Bleys and a made-up NPC).

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Am progressing well in my PbEM campaign. I might get to kill someone. That would be cathartic.

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Yellow curry chicken for lunch today. I think that's my favorite Thai dish.

Spicey and sweet.

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Why do people think the best way to approach someone is to swear at them repeatedly, call them a coward, and then?

Some back ground. KFO is not going well, for me, personally. 15 members had a "let's dis Aular" session last night. I got the log. Fun. I didn't ask for it. Someone sent it to me. They're a friend of mine, and they want to make sure the guild stays safe/sane/fun.

Lets see, I was called a tyrant. My excel database was ripped on. I was called "web illiterate" by a person who considers himself the foremost in just about everything. There's more ... that I'm just not recalling.

So the ring-leader attempted to engage me in conversation last night. This was after their meeting, and after I read the various options they discussed -- one of which was trying to rig the election.

I tried to not talk to him. Y'know, his whole problem from the get-go was that he demanded. EVERY. SINGLE.THING. He DEMANDED attention. He didn't ask. He didn't request. Told me. You don't tell ANYONE to do ANYTHING. You ask.

So, I blew up. Sent him one last ICQ message, and logged off.

He, of course, has to have the last word. That's so ... him. sent me an e-mail.

This was read when I received it, and I have just read it again. I apologize to you for not seeing it as the apology it was. There is nothing more to say here. You will always blame me for what has happened, and I will always, in part, blame you. The situation should have been handled differently; the situation could have been handled differently.

With that said however, I must address our "conversation" (as it were) via ICQ this evening. You stated in you final msg to me:

[12:20:AM] Aular(FO-K): I sent an e-mail to you, several nights ago now.

I admitted that I was too hasty. Admitted that I should have talked to you. Told you there was a way.

But you know? Tonight isn't good to talk to me. I'm hurt. Not a little, Michael. A LOT.

I've spent a LOT of time working for this organization. Hours upon days upon weeks in meetings. Working to mold this to what I thought people wanted.

I don't KNOW what people want unless they come to me and say. I can't answer questions of people who go to a person and can identify that they aren't happy, but not why. I'm human.

I saved the website. No, it's not the be-all-end-all. Before I took over, it was 4 months out of date. more.

I salvaged the "database". Yes, an excel spreadsheet. No, It's not a 'database' in the holy sense. Again, the person who did the initial run, left. and it sat for a month, unused. Someone had to do it, and no one was volunteering.

That's what my tenure here has been. No one else would do it. So I did.

Yes, I own the website. I pay for it, Micheal. No one else would. Every time a bill comes due, I ask the membership if they want to help. Only one person ever does. One. I managed to convince some people to help with the forum cost.

again, no one else would.

*shakes head*

Too much time, maybe. Maybe it's just time to cut my losses. I don't know. I'm deeply...DEEPLY offended and hurt right now. So I doubt anything I decide will be coherent. Or well thought out.

So if you will excuse me. I have a date with my pillow.
[12:21:AM] *** Aular(FO-K) signed off at Fri Apr 05 00:21:01 2002.

I don't deny that you have done all these things. But what did I do? I came to you with a lower cost alternative to the website you currently use, I came to you with a lower (*much*!) cost alternative to Ezboard forums, I *built* for you a database, a *real* database (Have you tried asking?)... I offered my time, I offered my sweat, my blood and my tears to you... and you said to me, "I been burned before..." Aular, fuck that! I have more than 25 thousand dollars in bullshit entries on my credit report because of my ex-wife... I had the first woman (term used loosely) that fell in love with smash me like a fucking grape because *she* wanted to "see other people" because things were going to be distanced for a while, every "best" friend I have ever had is now and enemy or worse. I've watched organizations that I have BUILT crushed into the ground because someone "had too much control"... Please, tell me the hell about being burned. To you, this may be a game.. but to me it's an extension of myself. When I joined this guild I refused to name my "Main" Dixen, because the persona "Dixen" cannot be adequately portrayed in a *game*. Nico said "*MY HOME*"... that's what the hell I was looking for, and most of what I found was evil and corruption at the very core. You said to me I had told you I didn't like the system. The system I like, it *WORKS* if those running it would pull their heads out of each others asses, use some god given intelligence and FEEL something. This isn't *you're* guild, it isn't Elostar's guild, this isn't Nico's guild... this is *OUR FUCKING GUILD*... and it's fucked up....

You want to fix it? You want my help fixing it? You want to make it right, and good and what the hell it *SHOULD* have been. Then give it to me! Let me have it for ONE GOD DAMN TERM... and by God as my witness and by the heavens above I will either fix it or quit. You heard me, give me your job... pull whatever goddamn strings you can pull with God or Satan himself and give it to me! Honor, integrity, passion... you were once a great man, I have seen the proof. Prove it again. Prove it to me, prove to those who have heard my screams, and prove it to those who still have doubts.

Aular of the light: I am Dixen, Champion of Honor and Strength. I have accused you of high crimes and treason against those who have placed their trust in your light for a period of years. What say you now? Will you finish what you have started, or will you flee? Run like a coward, or stand and fight like a man! These are my words to you now. That is my wisdom. In my brief existence of 27 years, that is what I have learned. Passion, fight for what you believe in. Honor, stand tall and proud of your decisions and your convictions. Integrity, approached all things with desire and fierceness.

What say ye!?

Dix...

So ... that was at 12:00am. Y'know, I tried to play diablo last night and do a cow-run. Alone, because I didn't want to deal with anymore crap last night. And it sucked. I didn't want to play. Went downstairs and played Final Fantasy X. That's the only fun I have had with video-games (counting KFO in this) for a month. My mistake was coming back up at 11:20 and checking my e-mail.

I think I need to play FFX more. 4 more weeks, and the elections for the KFO are up. I WANT to run, because I know they're going to try something. But I'm not going to, because I'm beyond caring anymore. I've dumped a lot of volunteer time into a system where most folks don't want to volunteer, where most folks don't give a damn, either. Let one of their little cabal take the reins. They'll figure out fast that they AREN'T REINS. The High Lord doesn't guide that horse. They just deal with all the demanding dolts who want to tell YOU that you need to have a meeting with them, NOW, because whatever issue they currently have on their brains is the most important thing in the Universe.

It's almost as if they don't have any other Universe. I try. And when I do, there's a black-hole effect, sucking the light back into it. No more. 4 weeks. 2 days. 4 weeks and 2 days. Not that I'm counting.

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Thursday, April 04, 2002

I can make Excel do parlor tricks!

Sit. *Good Excel.*

Roll Over, roll over! *GOOD! Excel.*

Genuflect. *Pats excel on the head* Such a good boy.

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Tried to blog thrice yesterday. Kept getting a "server is busy" 50-something error.

Talk to my little sis last night. She IS planning on moving in. Set a few ground rules (not much, really. Pay 1/3 of utilities. Buy groceries. Pay 110 in rent a month or you can take Molly Maid's place, since that cash would just go to Molly Maid). Going to try and get her a job here at Interfirst for the summer. Decent pay, lots of opportunity for Overtime (incented -- based on production, not time spent). She has to buy a bed, she can use the pull-out that's in Matthew's old room. Sam's has pretty cheap beds. She needs to buy one anyways, since her new apt for the fall in Mt Pleasant isn't furnished. It will be good for her.

Homework is pretty light for a bit. YAY. Semester ends in 13 more days. YAY YAY. Work is busy. KFO is calming.

Which reminds me. I had an interesting conversation with Dixen last night. He's being very cordial, now. He's got something up his sleeve. I've known it. We talked. I found out what. We'll see. "The Plan" is something that involves input from 20-some people in the group. Out of 74. It's probably not going to fly. I, officially, have no opinion on it. Their cabal meets today, he said, to discuss it more.

I don't think he realized that "cabal" has a semi-negative semi-rebellious connotation. *shrugs*

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Tuesday, April 02, 2002

Hm. Read Matthew's blog and was interested in seeing if LM commented on her quiz/test about taste. Saw another test thing on her blog, the Enneagram test. Why do I like these test things? I don't quite know. But, here's my results from it:

take free enneagram test

I'm a "two", which means: "Twos are defined by their empathy of other people. They are uniquely gifted at tuning in on the feelings of others. This makes them great networkers. They feed on their connection to others, love of friends and family. However being too caught up with other people can drain them, and cause them to lose track of their own personal well being." Though I tied for "Six" and "Seven" along with "two":

"Sixes are defined by anxiety. They are gifted in their ability to see the dark and light sides of life (and of people and situations around them). This insight into possible outcomes makes them useful planners. However since they are never sure what will prevail they are always on edge and cling to predictable structures/systems for peace of mind."

"Sevens are optimistic thrill seekers that see life as an adventure. They are always thinking of new possibilies and adventures. This constant zest for life is often just escapism. Once things lose there fun they are no longer interested, so many projects go unfinished. Essentially, they avoid the difficulties of life because they fear being overwhelmed by them."

I can see the "2". The "6", sometimes. I don't see myself as a "7", though. Thrill-seeker? Is that me?

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 3:50 PM ::> [

Matthew's banana bread is a yummy lunch-snack.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 3:44 PM ::> [

I am "sick" today.

No work. Home. Read a book (for class, but its a weird/neat book. I don't mind). Go to the Arb (research for a paper due tomorrow about the Arb). Class. Home. Paper. Final Fantasy 10 if time allows.

Brad and I made amends last night. The guild is ... moving on. Mostly. Some people have left. I've been accused of "conspiring to hide the truth" and "conspiring to use my power abusively" followed by a comment that I'm a "power-hungry tyrant". First off, Jack Nicholas' line in a Few Good Men comes to mind: "You want the truth?! You can't HANDLE the Truth!" Second: I was elected. Voted in. Thirdly: -- tyrant? power? Over what, pray tell? A few errant digital signals that happen to collide with other similar errant signals every once in a while? I mean, gosh. If I'm a power-hungry tyrant, why the hell am I not rich, yet? I mean, forget this work and school thing. The KFO tax. Pay me $20.00 a day or die, impudent fools. You will fall to the mighty Internet wrath of the Evil High Lord Patrick.

Give me a break.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 9:24 AM ::> [

Monday, April 01, 2002

Jerk at the deli was on the phone, talking about a pool or hottub while I was trying to pay. I was so inclined to chew him out.

He's rude. I'm not having a good day.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 1:59 PM ::> [

And the day drags on.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 1:14 PM ::> [

I'm a carbohydrate. Joy.

I taste like Bread.

I am a staple in almost everyone's diet. Friends like me are a complement to any other friends I get on with almost everyone, remaining mostly in the background, but providing substance when it would otherwise be lacking. What Flavour Are You?

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 7:52 AM ::> [

Up early this morning. Couldn't sleep. Needed to do schoolwork. KFO ate most my time yesterday.

I'm so not running in the election. I'm so considering leaving.

Micheal - Dixen - doesn't care about anyone but himself. It's very convenient for him. He can recklessly smash everything he wants to, and not have to worry about how the pieces fall, or who he hurts in the process.

He asked a 14 year old if they'd ever had cyber-sex. He's such a swell guy. "I didn't KNOW he was 14, though." That's right. You didn't know. You didn't bother to check, though, did you? You're using the KFO database to do your dirty work. His freaking birthdate is LISTED there. Born 1987. 14 years old. Read. Ignorant and uncaring cow. And he *HAS* children, too. 4 of them.

[post.command] ::>auth-code~ Aular-0802ZXC -; ::>Time.stamp ~ 7:40 AM ::> [

[-Intergalactic Transceiver-]

[-Allied Worlds-]

[-Known Worlds-]

[-Logs-]

Tuesday, April 30, 2002

Grade Report for Winter 2002

Term Credit Totals

Monday, April 29, 2002

Sunday, April 28, 2002

Friday, April 26, 2002

Thursday, April 25, 2002

Shocked, I am.

Close encounters of the Fourth Kind

KFO

*sighs*

Lunch Plans

Wednesday, April 24, 2002

Done now

Hmmm

More teeth

Unexpected friends

Textbooks for sale!

Today

Tuesday, April 23, 2002

Eating well

Word of the day

Countdowns

Hey, Dave.

Monday, April 22, 2002

Sunday, April 21, 2002

Friday, April 19, 2002

Which Greek Goddess am I?

(1)

(2)

Word of the Day

Thursday, April 18, 2002

Wednesday, April 17, 2002

AmCult Final Project

SCHOOL'S OUT, SCHOOL'S OUTTEACHER LET THE FOOLS OUT.NO MORE PENCILS NO MORE BOOKSNO MORE TEACHERS DIRTY LOOKS.

Tuesday, April 16, 2002

Monday, April 15, 2002

Word of the Day

Friday, April 12, 2002

MsAccess, DB's and One-to-Many

I'm all Warm-and-Fuzzy-and-Cuddly

Word of the Day

KFO

Work

Home

Thursday, April 11, 2002

Headings

Work

KFO

Wednesday, April 10, 2002

Tuesday, April 09, 2002

Monday, April 08, 2002

ENGLISH 415. Interdisciplinary Approaches to Literature.

Section 001 – Technology and the Humanities.

Saturday, April 06, 2002

Friday, April 05, 2002

Thursday, April 04, 2002

Tuesday, April 02, 2002

Monday, April 01, 2002

sighs

SCHOOL'S OUT, SCHOOL'S OUT
TEACHER LET THE FOOLS OUT.
NO MORE PENCILS NO MORE BOOKS
NO MORE TEACHERS DIRTY LOOKS.