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[Jul. 3rd, 2006|10:24 pm] |
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As a further note to the mood icon you see directly above this text and directly below the sub-section title: I am annnoyed that there is no livejournal icon to express a Mood: Austistic. Posiblly such a mood should have an icon.
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case [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<:>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Opening Paragraph: As a further note to the mood icon you see directly above this text and directly below the sub-section title: I am annnoyed that there is no livejournal icon to express a Mood: Austistic. Posiblly such a mood should have an icon. Reading left to right on a horizonal axis whose width is 3 screen character lengths whose terminusis are (-3,0), and whose contents is the two demenshonial figure of a <$noun>; At (-3) we represent the upper limit of the $noun appearence from -3 to -2 <#char choice case <: ?Less than(newmeric);large severe frown(human expression);upturned bottle: case |: ?Or(logical);pipe(unix);flathead(human expression): case ~: ?smoke(chemical reation);atmospheric refraction(human perception);anger(cartoon expression): case q: ?side-ways ballcap(fashion);bar-hair-day(fashion);cooking-pot worn as a hat(fashion): #choice q> from -3 to 2 we select 'q' to represent our avatar's sideways wearing of a cooking-pot used to prepare 4th of July celabratory hotdogs as a baseball cap resulting in a bad-hair day. Nermal:Quite the fashion statement don't you think? Author: Who the hell are you and how did you get in here? Nermal: Never mind Neuro-A Ah'm leading this vain parade of words onto a new fairground. Author: Are you drunk? Nermal: On the wisdom of the word, although a sorry fiend such as yourself will never know the wonder save what is wounder by a judging eye and a discerning hand, is an illusion. Author: That is possibly the worst poetry I've heard this year-to-date; that includes my co-worker Mike's rendition of Copacabana. Nermal: If you're fearful of my tounge open you're ears and hesitation will be undone. Author: Could you write it down somewhere and leave; I'd really like to get back to defining a Mood: Austistic emoticon? Nermal: <whispering> Author: Could you speak a little louder please? Nermal: by the broken slash of sir tim berners-lee eye and mind thee i entreat pixel bend and bit buckle to summon user, reader and uncle. Author: What are you talking about? Nermal:<a href="http://radicalhedgehog.blogspot.com/">This</a> |
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| Murder on the Accident Express |
[Jul. 2nd, 2006|07:35 pm] |
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Almost killed myself today- again. This time, the stove was left on without the pilot light and filled the house with gas. It was running for almost 12 hours. I kept hearing strange noises and couldn't figure out why I was so light headed and tired. If Rachel hadn't come home I probably wouldn't be feeling so good right now.
My therory is that the cat, Silly, is trying to kill me. She's always giving me these looks like, 'I could eat you if I had too.' |
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| Midsummer's night meme |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|10:36 pm] |
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Been busy, don't want to write about myself, here's somethings about Rachel.
Rachel, cool smoke on hard glass, like a fog settled atop the silica desert where h-bombs have been tested. Blonde hair, curled and colored into firey reds by invisible heat. Slender figure, like a young sequoya after the brushfire has past. Her smile is a constilation of good humor and manic joy.
In rage she is bold, and ferce as a tiger with none of the tiger's mercy. In love she is timid, always she awaits an angel to carry her across the threshhold. (Although I am an atheist, I pray her angel will soon arive) Her work and play are both grave affairs, met with solumn dignity and an intellect that is not to be underestimated.
Those of you who long to long and love the dream of love, love her. |
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| What a wonderful world? |
[Jun. 25th, 2006|09:25 pm] |
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Today Kelly and I went out for art and sandwiches. Two orginisms amoung billiions enjoying an unremarkable day.
Did you ever wonder if you're real? How can you tell? My reality has changed alot recently. Mostly it seems like a dream that is sometimes hard to understand, sometimes easy, but still confusing. Do people really live like this? Do you, reader, have fun and go places and hang out with friends? Don't you get worried about violence or accidents or misunderstandings? It could all end at any moment; it has already ended, but it just hasn't ended yet. Doesn't that distract you from the puppies, kitties, and cute girls? (Or boys, or goys, or birls, which ever you prefer.)
I'm sorry folks, it's been fun, but you'll have to work harder than that to convince me that this is a nice world. Lucy will always pull the football, the Kite-Eating-Tree will always eat Charile's kite, Snoopy will never shoot down the Red Baron, or write the great american novel, or meet a nice begal. I'm not being obstinite, it's just....
Oh- does anyone here remember Thomas Covenent's refusal to belive in The Land's healing power even after his leprosy had been cured? Yeah, like that.
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| Stilyagi Picnic |
[Jun. 25th, 2006|12:04 am] |
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Picnic today. Children ran and played and were commented on and lectured to. The insects buzzed and fluttered lazily in the heat on the banks of the Argo lake while the planet spun recklessly though the cosmic sea of solar waves. At one particular intersection in time and space this fool beached himself and lay gasping for air like some prehistoric fish evolving towards human awareness. |
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| Rightous Babes! |
[Jun. 24th, 2006|12:45 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | ANI!!! WE LOVE YOU!!! | ] |
Rachel and I hit the street around 730. We ment to leave a half hour earilier to catch the show at 8, but Rachel couldn't leave a house on time if it was on fire. Even after she's left she's sure to head back for something she's forgotten, possibly more than once. It's fun to watch, but be prepared for a little dizziness.
The People's Food Co-op was our first stop. Rachel ate dinner, while I bought coffee creamer for tomorrow morning. I watched her eat for a while, talking to myself, working on a data structure in my head and wondering why there is a door eight feet off the ground just above the cookie shelf and around the corner from the hot-bar checkout counter. When she was almost done I went to the bathroom and washed my face then passed her on the way out while I went to grap a cigarette on the pavement. I finished my cigarette and went back inside thinking that Rachel was talking a long time in the bath room. Rachel wasn't in the bath room.
My only logical choice, apart from using my cell phone to call her on her cell phone which I was sure she'd have on her- unlike my cell which was on the kitchen table, was to head to the concert hall and look for her there. Once I was there I walked around and asked everyone I could if they'd seen her. Rachel caught up with me out front and laughed when everyone from the ticket takers to the ushers asked if she was the "small angry red head" I'd been looking for.
The show was sold out, though a few seats were empty. Ani made fun of A2, in a good natured and famillar way, for being less dancers and move seat-dancers. I stoped rocking back and forth long enough to remember to laugh.
She seems over her carpal tunnel, and her dad's passing last year. Her style is becoming more her style everytime I see her shows. I can't wait until she's eighty; she'll really kick ass then.
Out on the grass, after the show, Rachel got fondled by four or five women, and talked to by a few more. They all wander-off after talking to her a few minutes. I couldn't say way. Maybe she doesn't give her would-be suitors enough of a signal for them to tell she like it like that? Maybe they think we're a couple- although I doubt it since I do pretty well at disapparing behind a cigarette everytime a hot dyke shows up to ask about the dragonfly on her shoulder, or the pentagram and eye on her back. (Rachel wears a lot of tank-tops.)
I kept nudging her to go talk to someone, but she only wants to hang out with me appearently. I can't imagine why!? I'm about as boring as a man can be and still be breathing.
Hmmmmm......
Maybe she is only pretending to be a lesbian because she wants to turn me on? Maybe I'm feeling the half-pint of southern comfort a little too much.
good night world |
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| Tomorrow comes today |
[Jun. 22nd, 2006|10:38 pm] |
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I need a new place to live, the lease is up and I've nowhere to go. Anyone out there need a live-in semi-professional dishwasher?
Ani is tomorrow! I intended to dance. I should probably make a sign to wear around my neck that reads "Stay clear of the flailing man!"
Work is also tomorrow. I'm sleep walking through every day now. Sometimes I wake up long enough to mention computers, chess, or history to one of my co-workers; but i go back to sleep once their eyes glaze over- which never takes long.
I'm looking forward to going to a science fiction convention. It will be my second convention, the first being Nov 1999. I've been thinking about a costume.
I bought a new trackwheel. It's a logictech optical wireless. Very nice, but it takes a little getting use to after my previous trackball, an logitech trackman wheel. I might have prefered a kingsington trackball, but CompUSA (Remember SoftWareHouse anyone?) didn't carry the wireless model.
Ok- when next I write I'll be returning from the Ani concert. See you there! |
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| Home Sweet Home |
[Jun. 21st, 2006|09:49 pm] |
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The other day I called my Dad to wish him a happy father's day. I wish I'd remember to call my Mom- but not really, it's just the sort of thing I should do. They're certinily a trip, I'll give them that. Claire is the oldest girl of a catholic family and has all the emotional scars to prove it. Rick is on the Austism spectrum somewhere and has more than a few stories to tell about growing up in Detroit- most of them involving crime and violence. They got married way too young and never really got their act together until I moved out. I don't blame them for us being homeless, or locking me and my two brothers in the car for an entire summer, or keeping us out of school or moving from town to town, or from ever making friends or forming emotional bonds with anyone. I really don't. I do kinda blame them for putting me in a mental hospital since everyone would have been better off if they'd checked themselves in instead. But my dad is too proud to admit he has a problem and my mom has jesus and you know how religious people are above the rest of us mere mortals.
If I let myself, I'd make a great crazy street person. Good thing I have a computer though. I can create with computers. I can touch others. I can belive that a 1 is a 1 and a 0 is a 0. I know things about computers. Good things, sometimes even beautiful. And you know, every day I get closer to being confident enough to show someone, anyone, the wonderful world I've seen inside the machine. |
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| Stilyagi Air Corps |
[Jun. 21st, 2006|12:47 am] |
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Tuesdays are my favorite day of the week. Tonight Stilyagi met at Tio's for taco and conversation. I sat down to talk with Amy about her part time work as a church architech. Not just any church though- a Lego Church of Christ. I'm more of a Satan fan myself, but if you want to see the church you should visit her site here. This is the coolest thing since Zero degrees kalvin.
and 'Hey Kelly!' sorry I didn't get a chance to hang with you tonight. See you and james next week. |
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| logging off |
[Jun. 19th, 2006|01:57 am] |
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good night |
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| I'm online |
[Jun. 18th, 2006|11:37 pm] |
If anyone wants to chat I'm on
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#planet_hedgeh0g
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| Ciao Mondo |
[Jun. 18th, 2006|02:14 am] |
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In many ways, today was a bust. I woke around 8, washed, and fell asleep on the couch along side the dog. I awoke again around 10:30 and took the dog for a walk and breakfast. I had eggs, she had saugage, ham, and potatos. Everyone tells her what a cute dog she is, but that doesn't seem to deter her from snapping and barking at strangers. I get annoyed with her sometimes, since her is suppose to be a 'chick magnet' but, for example, today she nearly bit the nose off a young woman originally from Japan. It's hard enough for me to talk to women without haveing to explain that the dog wasn't really trying to maime anyone- it's just her way of making friends.
She isn't even my dog, she's my roommates. I only walk her because I feel bad about how her owner never has enough time to take care of her properly.
When we got back from breakfast, the 'School of Rock' just down the hill from where we all live was having some sort of concert, or compitition, or final exam. It started with a punk band around noon, and lasted until 8pm with a soul group finishing out the set. It was so peaceful and nice on the back porch, I feel asleep again and when I finally woke up, decided to finish out the day with more 'Resident Evil 2.'
Oh, and I stopped by the library on the way home. Appearently, my postal carrier has gotten my library card suppended. I very sure that it wasn't legal, but not so sure that it was intentional. Perhaps he'd thought I'd moved- although he never fails to deliver bills, legal notices, death threats... etc. |
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| Bonjour Monde |
[Jun. 16th, 2006|10:44 pm] |
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Today was a cake day at work. Cake days are fairly welcomed, even if they are a bit more boring than usual for where I work. They mostly consist of staring out the window, taking lots of smoke breaks, and evenutally eatting cake. Since we were celebrating three birthdays and two departures, we had pie also. I feel a little selfish for enjoying the pie so much, as it signified the firings of two very pleasent co-workers.
The work day is over at least, and I can wake up now and do a little living before bed. This afternoon, on the way home from work, I stopped at the mall- partly because I wanted to look for N64 games and partly because I perversly enjoy the psycological torture that malls provide. I made it out alive with a copy of the celebrated survivial/horror game "Resident Evil 2" (Biohazzard in Japan) and eventually I'll forgive myself for what I did to the cell-phone salesperson who stopped me on the way in.
After an hour or two, in which I dashed madly from allyway to allway avoiding the shambling horrors that were once the residents of the mid-west mountian town of Racoon City only to become trapped in the local Police Department were I frantically searched for weapons, compainions, and some clue as to how the bio-engineered T-virus has spread beyound the walls of the Umbrella Corp. facilities- I went for a very pleasent walk through downtown Ann Arbor.
The "Green Fair" was today. I really like the look of the micro-cars. They have abound a fourty mile range and need six hours to recharge. Not very efficent, but if you're only using it for city driving...
The Gospel fair is later this weekend. I might wander by. Religion isn't my kind of thing, but I enjoy free music and sunshine. |
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| Hola Mundo |
[Jun. 15th, 2006|07:35 pm] |
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The first of the off-shorees have left today. Two more leave tomorrow. One is going to the Support division and one is going to Argentina. I wish I was going to Argentina.
My roommate is blasting Cake through the walls and singing along to 'Sheep go to heaven." She's a medical student, so we don't hang out as much as we use too. It's too bad; if it weren't for Rachel, I never would have gone to an Ani Difranco show or Marched on Washington D.C. for gay rights, or smoked pot. Then again, if it weren't for Rachel, I'd have less dishes to wash.
hmmm... does PHP double interperate? |
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[Jun. 14th, 2006|11:17 pm] |
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Hello all. I'm here, slightly drunk and waiting for my gcc to finish. Hang on.... hmmm kernel issues.
My roommate is out studying. I'm home alone, sequestered in the storage room/extra bedroom/computer room. The chair folds, the computer is a g3 with a linux/linux dual-boot. The human is slowly going blind from sitting in the dark. He's just hopes he can save enough for a braille terminal before his eyeballs fall out of their sockets.
Work sucks. Folks are mindless, proceaures are empty reproductions of actions that worked better when they weren't copied directly from "management for dummies." Today spread sheets and graphs were posted around the office floors. None of the spread sheets and graphs contained any data. Their placement was almost certainly designed to sooth the workers nerves after the recent off-shorings. I dislike propaganda.
Eris take it!!! Ubuntu8 && gcc3.4.5 bin doesn't come with IMB 128 long double support by default. I've lost half a night!
I am logging off. |
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