My horoscope today, in case you were wondering:
Give your life meaning today by truly feeling the beauty in every moment you live, dear Pisces. There is no need to beat yourself up about the past, so move on. It also does no good to beat yourself up about the present. You are at the right place at the right time, so don’t waste your energy by thinking you should be somewhere else. There is plenty of fun and adventure to be had right where you are.
Vs lbh gbbx gur gvzr gb svther guvf bhg, V pbatenghyngr lbh,
jvfr fve be znqnz. Gur ceboyrz vf V whfg qvqag unir nalguvat
gb fnl gbqnl, fb V pnzr hc jvgu guvf vafgrnq. Qvq lbh xabj
gung gur bayl ebg13 flabalz vf “irk?” Jura rapbqrq, gur jbeq
vf “vex” juvpu zrnaf cerggl zhpu gur fnzr guvat.
Lbh zvtug guvax guvf vf Xyvatba, ohg guvax ntnva. Vg’f n fvzcyr
yrggre ebgngvba rapelcgvba fpurzr, hfrq va gur byq qnlf bs ernqvat
Hfrarg arjf. Nu gur tbbq byq qnlf.
Bapr ntnva, pbatenghyngvbaf sbe orvat fhpu n nfghgr sryybj naq
qrgrezvavat gur fbyhgvba gb guvf (engure fvzcyr) pvcure. Qba’g
lbh srry orggre xabjvat gung lbh ner fb fzeg?
Who: You. Yes, you. All readers and their friends. Don’t be shy.
What: Halloween Party. Prizes for your costumes. Games. Movies. Candy. Wiccan rituals. Piñatas.
When: Saturday, November 2 at 7:30pm (aka All Souls’ Day for all you goyim).
Where: My residence in central New Jersey—email me for directions. There’s room if you need or want to crash. By “crash” I mean “stay overnight,” not “fly an airplane into the apartment complex.”
I took the time to scan in some older photographs my father gave me. At six weeks old, I was pretty cute, but I don’t know so much about my dad. On my fifth birthday, I went to Ground Round and the clowns tried to steal my presents.
I just received an official letter stating I will be receiving an extra $2,000 with my paycheck in two weeks due to my supercoolness. Sweet. This much closer to being debt free.
This whole “Being Appreciated” thing is just so different than what I’m used to. I went from working in a (supposedly) piss-poor company (where was all that income going, anyway…) working countless hours with no overtime pay or other appreciation of any sort, to working for a company with a great boss who asks much of his subordinates but appreciates the work they do. And rewards them when things go well.
On top of all this, I am loved by a girl (despite my idiosyncracies). How much has my life changed in the last year? In the last three years? These days you might actually find me smiling.
Also in the Kick Ass file (or the Kick Ass, Or It Might Suck file) are the plans to give (a younger) Angus MacGyver his own feature film as well as a WB series, Young MacGyver.
In case you Buffy fans haven’t seen it yet, this week’s episode featured a girl convinced she would die. Willow, the resourceful girl she is, “googled” her name to look for clues and found her website.
I seem to remember there being more animation when they showed the screenshot during the episode.
Although I don’t have much, thanks to M-D‘s scanner (mine is on—or more accurately beyond—the fritz) I now have photos online. They were taken at various events this past summer, primarily Becca‘s and Denise‘s birthdays.
Unfortunately, the Yahoo photo album service leaves a lot to be desired. When I’m more awake I might move them somewhere else.
New look, new name. Update your links. I never liked “Several Species of Small Furry Dice” anyway.
I’m in the process of moving all the files from my old desktop over to my laptop. I’m discovering things I thought were long gone—or at least things I haven’t thought about in a long time.
Such as porn.
Ben Folds can really play. He wails. He can blow. He wields his axe with great authority.
The concert was fabulous, although it was missing my favorite song, Luckiest.
It’s odd. I used to like a song by Dar Williams called The Ocean. It includes this line, which is why I was drawn to it so much, never mind the context:
You don’t know how lucky you are
You don’t know how much I adore you
The Ben Folds song, Luckiest, is opposite in a way:
And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday and I know that I am (I am, I am) the luckiest
I am lucky… and thankful. I’m a much different person than I was a year ago, and I couldn’t be if it weren’t for my introspection, the love and support of five people (two of whom being my father and his girlfriend and one being my mother who will always be on my side), and the occasional words of encouragement from a friend who could relate.
Am I ready for all the guilt to go away? Probably not. Especially not if I keep doing things to keep the worst memories in my mind. Maybe someday those I hurt will be ready for forgiveness. It will probably be after I am ready to be forgiven, which may not be quite yet.
But let there be no mistake. I am the luckiest.
Rainy days. When it rained, instead of usual daily activities, the kids gathered in the indoor areas for alternate activities, such as art and singing. At night in the rain, we could lay in bed in the bunk listening to the drops on the roof.
Once in a while there would be a flash downpour and we would run to the closest sheltered area, making sure there was enough body heat to go around by standing close to each other.
Pink Floyd. I was introduced to the Floyd by a counselor who, while camping out for the night with everyone from our age-group, brought a guitar to the campfire to play us some songs. He sang us Wish You Were Here and I immediately wrote home requesting that my parents send me the cassette.
After it arrived, the tape became the official music of my photography activity group (at least according to me). The other five people in the group were probably ready to throw the cassette out the window, but that didn’t matter. What could be better than listening to Shine On You Crazy Diamond in a darkroom while developing black and white photos?