Monday, August 30, 2004

Remind me to remember more.

Or maybe not. Perhaps my brain knows what's best, and the whole forgetting is what I should embrace. All too often, we don't listen.

What the hell....

Oh, guess what! A few days ago, when I made the suggestion that blogger's emailed comments would be better if they told you what post they came from - WELL NOW THEY DO!


We finally went to the library, and I checked out:

  • Stephen King's It, which is a re-read for me (Steph recently re-read The Stand, and it got me all reKingivized)
  • The Alien Years by Robert Silverberg. Aliens invade the earth, and without communicating to us at all, knock us down a few pegs. Could be really great, or could be crap. I'll keep you informed.
  • Let It Be...Naked by the Beatles. Can't go wrong with Lennon, McCartney, Harrison and Starr. =)
  • David Bowie's Reality. I've not heard the new stuff from Mr. Bowie, but I'm hoping it's good.
  • Whale Rider, because it's a movie I wanted to see.

Then we went to Dairy Queen. Mmmm. Ice cream.

The other day, I 'fixed' the television, so even without the rabbit ears, we can actually see most of the channels again. "Man's ability to use tools!!!"

Work again tomorrow. [sigh] But at least it's payday. [sigh]....I mean Yay! (and sigh)

Bettie- the 23rd and 24th votes were from Vegas. [wink]

I guess that's it. I feel like there's something vitally important to be blogging about, but I can't quite put my fingers on it. Hmm.

Indecision 2004

I won't have this be the entire political tirade post, but just a sample of it.

The thing I'm wondering - are there Undecided Voters? Sure, I am one in regard to the WD election, but when it comes to the actual Presidential Race - is there anyone out there who hasn't already made up their mind? I suppose they must exist, but they really must be a minority.

If that's the case, why the wait? Why not simply hold the election today and have it over with? Why drag it out for the next month? Meh. Chalk it into the ever growing pile of ways in which politics suck.

Sunday, August 29, 2004

I find your lack of faith...disturbing.

Ralph Nader was in town today, speaking at the Las Vegas Library.

I didn't go see him speak, but part of me wanted to.

Not because I would vote for him, but mostly because everytime I hear his name, the Imperial Death March starts running through my head.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004



Anywhat, all I wanted to say was Thank You.

To all the people out there who know me, know the things I think and the things I say (and especially to the ones who put up with the things I do - (AND on a daily basis)), but like me anyway, thank you. It means everything to me.

Tuesday, August 24, 2004


Bah. I have nothing to speak of.

'Tis another Monday. Which means 5 more days of FUN FUN FUN!!!

Anyone know what the going rate for murder is these days? Five years? Ten? Ehh.

What was I going to say?

We wound up not going to the library yesterday, so I have nothing to read. I wish I were more imaginative, then I would write my own stories. I used to. Back in the day. Ah, youth.

I suppose if we're going to watch the new television season, we should get some rabbit ears. But, honestly, it just doesn't feel that important. I might feel differently when people start talking about Alias and Lost (which I was kinda looking forward to) and whatever else is on that isn't reality TV.
And now, for some weird reason, I can't get my blog to go any further. I guess this line will be cut off.

Monday, August 23, 2004

Wetuwn, Bo-bah-ho!!

I couldn't (can't) sleep.

I'm sure that the fact that I had a 44oz. pepsi today (after refraining from the nectar for the past 5 days) had nothing to do with that. [rolleyes] I really ought to cut soda out of my diet completely. [sigh] Someday.

Went to the park today, and while watching the ants, i was able to come up with a question for the monthly boq. Hooray! I would go into detail right now, but feel that that would take away from when i post the question. you'll know it when you see it, i suspect.

Man, the internet at night is dull! I mean, nobody's blogging, nobody's online to tlak to me, even the DerJen folks are silent (and they can talk!).

I've been thinking about trying to recontact my mother. We've not spoken in...well, it's been a while. She has never (as far as i know) even seen pictures of Saren or Harper. Heck, she might not even know they exist. Some part of me thinks that should be remedied. "Remedied" looks wrong. Meh. Too lazy to spell chekc it.

Library tomorrow (technically today)! Hopefully i will find something that grabs my interest. I still have the recommendation that Jess gave me several months back to check out (they never have it in!!), so there's that option. Otherwise, i got nuthin'. I'm sure i'll find some cd or dvd to pick up, but i'll be amazed if i am able to locate a book that I can get through. W'll see.

I like the commenting feature that blogger has, but it would be even nicer if when you get the email notification, it told you what entry it was in. Like Blurty does. Oh well. Maybe some uppity-up at bloggerco will see this and make some changes. Or not.

i suppose i should get some sleep. i'm not exactly tired, not exactly wired, but somewhere inbetween.

Friday, August 20, 2004

I am stupid, and all I do is want and need things.

THis entry may be long. And rambling. Or not. I haven't determined that yet.

It doesn't have a point, or maybe it does - all stories do, so I'm told ...of course, all writing is also propoganda, so there ya go - what (hwat) was I talking about?

The title of this entry comes from Fight Club, which I finished yesterday. I can't seem to read anything other than Chuck Palahniuk lately. I've tried, though. I read most of Red Sky at Morning before devouring FC, but after a point, RS @M simply became ...I don't know. Monotonous. And the dude, while his heart is in the right place, is so obviously a Taker. Currently I'm punishing myself by trying to get through Human Nature by some jackass. I wanted to get a different perspective (what if everything I believe is WRONG? - a question that more people need to ask themselves) but sadly, I can't do it. There's simply too many things that make me go ARRRGH!

In nonbook news, I think I'm addicted to the internet. I keep coming back online, even though there's nothing here. At least this time I'm blogging, for whatever that's worth, but still. I think that it's because I can't go online while at work that I feel the pressure to get as much onilne (or online, if you prefer) time in as possible at home. Not good.

Checked out Radiohead's Hail to the Thief from the library the other day. I've listened to most of it while doing dishes, which means that I have yet to actually sit down and listen to it. The paft that has sunk in though has been enjoyable, so there ya go.

It's old news by now, but a few days back Jupe was in Vegas. We went down and met her (and The Boy - but not The Boy) and had about as much fun as one can have sitting in an airport. There is photographic evidence of our meeting, but Steph's the one with control of the camera, so pester her for them to be uploaded.

I need (want) to add a list of blogs back. Must rememember to check out BlogRolling sometime soone.

Also need to send a PM to the following people: Bally. Jamie Marie.

Have you seen that they changed the nickle? The back of the 2004 year nickles now have two hands shaking, and two tiny axes crossed over them. It (I guess) represents the Louisiana Purchase. Which, according to the nickle took place in 1803. So...this is the 201st year anniversary. Wheird.

Hee. Cat hair. Also - "With this cat, I thee wed."

Must write abook. And when I do, must make sure that I am referred to as "the P@". It's what everyone calls me. Except for the people who add a "t" to the end. Once again - the "@" symbol means "at". Thus, P@ is equivalant to Pat. P@t would mean Patt. Not the same. But, yeah, it's what they call me places. Online. And such.

Also neat- I've rediscovered the joy of having a penpal. Amy and I have been exchanging letters for about a month (more??) now, and it's really quite pleasant to get a letter in the mail, in addition to communicating online. Maybe more people should write to me. Or maybe I should write to more people. Hmmm. *rubs beard in thoughtful manner*

The. What?

AOL had a story (such as it were) on anarchists interferring with the Republican National Convention. Huh. Nothing really of interest in the article, but there was a shoot-off article that talked about how they're offering discounts to dinners and whatnot to people...if they protest non-violently. "Here, have a dinner at Applebee's, just don't break anything." [rolleyes]
(Although, honestly, a dinner at Applebee's sounds pretty good right now.)

It's Friday?? When did that happen?

Hmm. Need to work on the conclusion aspect. Of course, nothing tops "And the earth grew weary of all this nonsense, and hurled itself into the sun."

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Think exponentially

The car's mileage yesterday hit 124816.

Just thought you'd all like to know.

Monday, August 16, 2004

This entry may not change anything.

Whilst discussing the upcoming revamping of Stephanie's blog (once the baby is born, she'll need a new title, as there will be 3 of 2...) I came up with this little tidbit:

"Why not 'Clouds in My Coffee'? You can have the description say: "I'm so vain, I bet you think this blog is about me.""


So, this website will change your life, supposedly. It's based upon the book, "This Book Will Change Your Life", which I've skimmed through while at the bookstore. (And if anyone wants to buy me, I won't object. But I'd rather have this one, if you're in the buying mood...) The book is a spoof on self-help books. It has 365 things for you to accomplish. If you do each one, the book says, you will become famous. An example of one of the things (and I'm going from memory here):

  • Count the number of buses you see on your way to work.
  • Multiply that number by 3.
  • Divide that number by 2.
  • Buy that many candy bars.
  • Give the candy bars to complete strangers.
  • Write down exactly what the people say to you on index cards.
  • Find random address from the phone book.
  • Mail the cards.
  • Wait.

Last night while trying to sleep, my brain had this little dialouge:
"You're not a decent person, P@."
"Working on it."

My brain is a strange and mysterious place.

And, one last thing on the subject of change - Saren is now 7 years old. Crazy.

Friday, August 13, 2004

"Surreal" isn't the right word, but it's the first one that comes to mind.

I'm reading Choke by Chuck Palahniuk (author of Fight Club) right now.

Yesterday, while at work, I recieved news that an old semi-acquiantence/coworker had died.

There was a brilliantly awesome lightning storm on the drive home last night.

Cox Cable has been sending our bills to a P.O. Box in Minnesota for the past 7 months.

I "came out" as an anarchist on the WD, nobody seemed to have noticed. Huh.

This is a Friday the 13th. Wonder what treasures it's gonna hold.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Why did I open up Blogger?

I guess it's so that I can re-habitiualize myself into blogging, even on those all too numerous times when I've got nothing to say. Like now!

*sits here for four minutes staring at a blank screen*

Yup. Nothing to say.

but at least I'm blogging again, right? Right.

Oh! I know - I asked two coworkers this yesterday, and got an "I don't care." and an "I don't know, Aliens, I guess." as a response, so I'll posit it to the P@riots.

Aliens or Predators?

Tuesday, August 10, 2004


...I guess this internet thing is still around, huh?

It's been so long since I've done this. But, I'm finding, it's almost like riding a bike. (Ya hear that, Jupe?)

So, yeah. After my last blog entry, I took a three week hiatus from the world wide web completely. Didn't check my mail, didn't log on, didn't even say the word "internet". (Well, that last one may not be completely true)

And you know what's weird? I didn't miss it!!

Well, no, I did, at first. The first two or three days were horrible. But sometime shortly after that, it simply became habit to NOT log on. To NOT depend on reading emails, or seeing the AOL Welcome screen tell me about the Administration That Cried Wolf raising the "Terror Alert Levels" once again.

But, like the luring siren's song, eventually the Internet called me back to sink amongst the drudge of electronic information. Also, I needed to write the newest Ape10. Also also, I did miss my Internet Weirdo friends.
I think if I could somehow stay in contact with my IW buddies without the net, I most certainly would. We'll have to work on that.

So, yeah, I'm back online. I've even, as mentioned, written a new Ape10 episode (entitled Plug In. It's long, but I think that it's worth the wait of the "summer hiatus" that I took). In addition, I've moved Ape10's home! No, he still resides in the park in Azwood, but from here on out, all new episodes (and the old ones) will be found at Ape10. Comments (on all episodes, even ones you've "seen" before) are quite welcome.

I'd update you all on the events of the past month, but remarkably, it's been rather unremarkable. (Except for the $300 power bill.) Once I get back into the swing of blogging, I'm sure I'll have more to share. Until then, as always, thanks for reading.