Saturday, June 10, 2000


At long last, my computer is alive again. The case functions wonderfully. I formatted and installed the operating system and now I'm listening to MP3's in all sorts of electronically-created glory. Yay for me. The Great Computer War has taken a dramatic turn for the better. The good guys are winning now, thank God.

I see very little truly suspenseful cinema these days. Once I was old enough to realize that Jaws and Freddy Kruger were pretty lame in comparison to the horrors of real life. Nonetheless, I was pleasently suprised by The Astronaut's Wife. It was titilating, thought provoking, and for the most part, utterly terrifying. I haven't seen a movie like that in a long time.

I'm compiling a list of bookmarks, as it seems my old lists have been completely deleted. I have to try and remember all the sites that I like. Zola Turn, Napster, Resurrender... an endless parade of dot.coms.

Friday, June 09, 2000

Pizza and computer case

My case arrived yesterday. It's actually more of a light turquoise color. It's pretty much just what I wanted. The real question is, though, will it make the rest of my stuff work? That is indeed the question.

Went to Paul's tonight. Huntress was there. We talked. It was fire. It was good.

I ate pizza for the first time in weeks tonight. It was absolutely delicious. I still have a piece in the fridge. Mmmm....

Thursday, June 08, 2000

Zola Turn

I was poring through my old emails today and I discovered one of my forgotten possessions. I have an email from Alice Austin, the lead singer of possibly my favorite live band Zola Turn. It's not much, really, just a quick note to tell me that she was sorry it took so long to get my CD. They had evidently not gotten around to it because they were busy or something. Nonetheless, those three girls are going to be famous someday. They are such a kick ass band with such a good modern sound that it's going to be hard for them NOT to be a hit someday. And maybe when I'm old I'll look through my old box of papers and show my children the email that I got from Alice Austin.

I have to admit, when it comes to Zola Turn, I'm like a 14 year old girl with a Backstreet Boys obsession. Except the last time I went to one of their concerts, they immediately recognized me and called me by name. I hope that I didn't look silly for asking them to autograph my CD. I'm that sure about their chances of success. If you don't believe me, go to their site and download some song clips. "Tastes Like Nothing" and "Bulletproof Vest" are a couple of their best.

I had a good day today. I worked hard, but not too hard. I got a lot done. I learned how to do a few new things. The new guy at work is cool, he's a little more on my wavelength than the older people I usually work with. This summer may not be so bad after all.

Jen mentioned to me today that my case has arrived. Hopefully my computer will not require excessive work. I'm considering bringing up my hard drive to school tomorrow and perhaps having Lucas format it. Hmmmm....

Most of all though, I want to see Jen. I know she's only an hour away, and that's like a weight off my chest compared to Lake George, but I still miss her. I suppose it makes the weekends that much sweeter.

Now if the weather will just hold out, I'm looking straight down the barrel of a good weekend.

Tuesday, June 06, 2000

Marshmallow Fluff

Have you ever had a really pathetic meal? I had one today. I didn't have time to pack lunch or eat breakfast today so I grabbed a bottle of Gatorade out of the fridge on the way out the door. I drank half of it for breakfast. At lunch time, I found a small sandwich baggie with about 50 cheerios in it. Two mouthfuls and a half a bottle of Gatorade later, my lunch was finished. That's what I call pathetic. I remember one time being so utterly poor during the end of one semester that I could not afford to buy food for a few days, and all I had in my possession for food at the time was a large 40oz tub of marshmallow fluff. I had a dinner one time that consisted of marshmallow fluff and water. A whole tub. That, I believe was pretty much rock bottom.

I got new clothes today. Lots of them. For my job. Yay. My job. New clothes.... yay.... Right.

Waiting on my computer. Waiting for a chance to see Jen again. Waiting for the weekend. Waiting for September. Waiting.

My mom has the Best of Laura Brannigan CD. She's a lesser known diva of the late 80's that really kicks ass in a way that most female musicians fail to do nowadays.


Monday, June 05, 2000

Great Computer War of 2000 continued

Should be here any day now.

I guess it's somewhat shallow of me to use up all of my time documenting the great Computer War of 2000. I should be talking about something interesting or profound, like why up is up or why men have nipples. But no, faithful readers, I'm going to talk more about my computer.

Aww hell, I was only kidding.... Come back!!!

Thought you were going to bail on me there for a minute.

My parents really like Ally McBeal. To be honest, I don't think I could find a less-entertaining show if I tried. It's like yuppie transcendentalism. Or something like that. The word I would use is "Stupid." This of course coming from the guy that spent a good hour one time sniping with water balloons out of the second floor of Sykes hall just for shits and giggles.

I tried all day to think of something profound to talk about, but you know what? I had a really shitty boring day today. I went in, worked, ate lunch, worked, came home, ate a delicious chicken salad dinner (thanks mom), and went to Paul's. I talked to my friend Andy for the first time in probably over a year. That was odd. Paul's considering a bonfire this Friday night with all the trimmings. Trimmings being my euphemism for all of the oddballs that used to attend our fires.

My sister just got home from bingo. She won a hundred dollars. Isn't that a kick in the ass?

Saturday, June 03, 2000

Garbage man wisdom

Summertime as a teenager for the Evans Mills village maintenance department. This entailed every Thursday going on the garbage truck and picking up everyone's trash. I was riding shotgun one day with an older man who worked for the crew and he pretty much exclusively drove the truck.

Anyway, I remember one morning seeing a local girl that I had known for a long time who that summer had begun to blossom into a positively gorgeous young woman. I could see his eyes shift to where she was standing. I mentioned to him a moment later something along the lines of "Looks like _______'s going to be really pretty when she gets a little older." He grinned a little and said thoughtfully: "They're all angels if they smile."

It took me a few minutes before I could grasp the wisdom of this statement. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that he was right. I had seen a lot of girls that were anatomically close to perfect, but weren't attractive because they refused to smile or show any sort of positive attitude. Whereas girls who were only passably pretty became downright beautiful due to the inner glow of a smile or wink.

It's funny what you can learn from a garbage man.

It turned out to be beautiful this weekend. I think I could get used to sunshine instead of weeks and weeks of crappy damp rainy-ness. I hope the rest of June is like this weekend. With any luck my computer case will be here on Monday. That would certainly take the bite out of having to go back to a full week of work. Hopefully the motherboard isn't fucked up either. Worse comes to worst, I have to return the motherboard. I can deal with that. It probably won't cost $30 bucks to ship it like the stupid case will. Oh well. I'm still waiting to hear from the company that sold it to me. I could really care if they ever respond. That way I'll get my money back.

Friday, June 02, 2000

The Great Computer War continues

Lightning struck in Watertown today about 100 feet away from where I was standing. It was a rather chilling experience. Knowing that the hand of God exists and seeing it up close are two different things. Not for the first time I watched calmly as something that could have ended my life sizzled into the ground for a fraction of a second. If you figure that the Earth's surface is several million square miles wide, Only 1/4 of it being dry land, and the momentary flash of ultimate destruction struck less than a football field’s length away, I'd say it was a pretty fucking close call.

No bonfire tonight, it stopped raining and was beautiful this afternoon, but it's chilly and windy tonight. Not very good bonfire weather. Good bonfire weather is a dead calm night with no wind and only just a hint of humidity.

I decided today to send the entire case and power supply back to the shysters that I purchased them from and bought a new one that should be here either Monday or Tuesday. The bastards have returned none of Jen's phone calls and if they refuse to refund my money, I'm going to have the credit card cancel the payment. I do, however, have to ship the damn thing back to them. Actually, I'm sort of hoping that they will refuse, then I can just cancel the payment (hahahaha I have INTERNET PURCHASE PROTECTION, thank you MBNA) and get back the cost of shipping and handling too. I had the new one sent second day air. The shipping cost more than the case. Oh well. I'm tired of waiting. Give me computer now.

Jen and I went to Pizza Hut and ordered a family size order of breadsticks. It was practically a meal in its own right for less than $5. We rule. My Coronas should be cold by now too. I think I'll go change my whole latitude.

Thanks to Paul Hughes who gave me props in one of his recent journal entries, my hit counter received a tidy 40+ hits overnight. Must be somebody's reading it Paulie. Just the same, for those of you who are just now joining this fledgling voyage into literary mediocrity, please check out Paul's journal as well.

In three years, my page, in its various forms, has received a running total of just over 1600 hits. That's really not a lot. I would bet that probably 200 of them are mine. Hmmm... Maybe once this journal gets a bit more established. We'll see.

Thursday, June 01, 2000

There is something rather classy, I think about being professionally groomed. Ok, so it was just a haircut tonight at JC Penney’s, but for some reason I wanted to ask if they would do a straight razor shave and a beard trim as well. I didn't ask. The damned haircut cost $15 as it was, they'd probably break the bank for an honest to god shave. Not very sanitary either, I imagine. Nonetheless, it feels somehow satisfyingly bourgeoisie to have a poorly-paid person perform such menial and custodial tasks as wetting and combing my hair. I've always wanted to get my shoes shined on a street corner as well. It seems every time I see one of the anachronistic people who do it, I'm not properly shod for shining.

I bought limes today, for the Corona I bought the other night. I've never actually purchased fruit before. I guess I somehow expected it to be more expensive for some reason. They were 5 for two dollars. I had to wonder if the migrant worker who picked those five limes was paid his two dollars. I had to wonder how many limes I could pick in a day. I would guess thousands probably. If I got $0.70 for each, I could make a grand in a day. (hypothetically). I hate big business. I think we should go back to the barter system. Or maybe the Dagobah system.

Going to forego the trip to the beach for another week I guess, it's supposed to be shitty this weekend anyway.

I have been unable to contact the company that sold me the case for my computer. The doity bastids. I wish my fucking comp would work. My room is far too quiet for my taste. I miss my MP3s.

I considered renting "Being John Malkovitch" tonight, but decided against it. I'm in a rather mentally drained state from having to absorb and immediately become proficient in knowledge of prosthetic devices. Alpha locking liner, 30mm titanium pylon, Otto Bock Miltiaxial foot unit, Pyramid adapter, tube clamp adapter SACH footINOXacrylicsocketclearco-polyesterresinpigmentshoesize....... blah.

Took a large chunk of skin off the top of one of my fingers today at work with a coarse sanding cone. After you do that enough times, it really doesn't even hurt that much. Just like scraping your hand against something hot, and when you look down, there's a patch of freshly-sanded flesh. I don't even bother covering them anymore unless they start bleeding. I wouldn't want to get blood on the patients' stuff. I worked for an hour today cleaning off a cast titanium component that looked like a claw. No moving parts. It cost more than I make in a week.

I wish Jesse Ventura would run for president.