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Nite Mirror's Journal  ALL NEW! Star Wars Gangsta Rap: Chronicles And who doesn't enjoy some good science jokes every now and then: 4:30 am. I'm up to take Mom to her op in a bit. Not really much to say because brain down for repairs at this time. I did sign up for Klingonspace.net the other day. I got one greeting since I signed up. Half in English half in Klingon. I don't know what to make of the Klingon half. Either my Klingon or the other person's is faulty. Qa' van WIlyam. As near as I can figure that means "Bill salutes (the space alien animal called a) Qa'." Um, how do I answer that? I didn't know I saluted any Qa's at any time during the creation of my membership there. Well, I prob. should keep moving. This will prob. prove to be a long, difficult day. [disclaimer: No Qa's were harmed in the making of this journal entry. Not even the similar Qa'Hom creature was harmed.] Now time for some Qa'vIn (coffee in tlhIngan Hol) So I was throwing a pity party for myself earlier today feeling lonely and overwhelmed by life's problems. I needed to sit myself down and address the things bugging me and basically have an argument with myself. One of the issues was a whine that I haven't felt like I've had a home in decades. Well, I countered that whine by telling myself "the word 'homemaker' doesn't exist for nothing." Like everything else, the feeling of having a home needs to be made. It needs work. Nothing is handed to the vast majority of us on a sliver platter. Heck, I think you're lucky if you get some pie crumbs on a piece of tinfoil occasionally. As a kid, parents make the home; as an adult, we've got to make our own spaces that are special to us within whatever places, times, and occurrences we find ourselves thrown. We all have metaphorical holes in our lives that we expect others to fill when it's our own damn job to patch, spackle, and paint over the holes in our soul. It's just my own tough luck that I hate spackling (and don't even talk to me about the sanding that comes after that, oh, are there memories there). One grey night it happened Jackie Paper came no more And Puff that mighty dragon He ceased his fearless roar His head was bent in sorrow Green scales fell like rain Puff no longer went to play Along the cherry lane Without his life-long friend Puff could not be brave So Puff that mighty dragon Sadly slipped into his cave -- Rest in Peace Mary Travers -- ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) I'm doing my nightly poker bit and a little web surfing between hands when I stumbled upon a blog entry (link at bottom) that has within it a very moving review of the documentary Darius Goes West. From the review that Brian Devonshire gives, it's about a kid with a neuromuscular disease (ie one of "Jerry's Kids" as the labor day telethon calls them) and even gives a link to the movie's website where you can watch it for free. In all honesty, I didn't and prob. won't watch the movie, and while MD is a horror worthy of donating to charities looking for a cure, it isn't on the top of my charity list. With those confessions out of the way, increasing awareness of this movie is something I'm willing to do. http://www.pokerroad.com/blog/bryan-dev 12:30 a.m. and Fawn and I are just getting back from Mom's. While I was outside with Fawn the town's fire trucks went by flashing into the next block over. I'm tempted to walk Fawn that way, but I'm not up to it. So Mom's doctor's visit this week came with the news that the Dr. decided Mom could use out patient surgery to clear her sinuses. I was supposed to call his office about that today to get all the info on it. I didn't. I'm also long overdue on cutting both houses grasses, but there's so much other stuff that needs to be done. Oh, and joy of joys, after spending most of Mom and my food money for this month to get the car fixed, the check engine light came back on again today. ::::sigh::::: I *really* wish I could do without a car. I shouldn't have spent the 10 bucks, but I bought myself a 12 pack of beer and I'm having the first of it while typing this. I can't figure out what I did, but for the last week or so one leg hurts when put weight on it. Seems almost like I pulled a groin muscle, but I haven't so much as jogged much less done anything that could have stressed the muscle. Kinda strange. H was thinking of coming up this weekend, but she couldn't make it. Unfortunately, I know how that goes. Had a very strange week at poker. Part of it was just my playing bad trying to push things too fast, part was the odds going against me (seemed like I got rivered much more than normal this past week), & today capped it off with a string of low pocket pairs (5 dealt to me in 6 consecutive hands -- mind numbing strange odds-wise). Of course, being low pairs, they were good enough to play in position, but not good enough to win with. I could ramble on, but I won't bore ya'll with more of this whine fest. Where to start? I'm doing fairly well at poker lately. Nothing really brag worthy beyond that, although poker does seem to be one of the few things I seem to do well. I got an invite to join an internet chess tournament through that internet chess club I joined all those years ago that taught me how poorly I play that game (1200 is an average rating, mine was somewhere in the 800's when I was active with the club). I think I'll keep my inactive status with that club. I've been thinking that starting tomorrow I'm going to review my daily routine and try going back to a more regimented one again. I've got so much in my life that needs to be done, I need to start organizing my time better again. Funny, seems like I had a ton of stuff I wanted to bring up here, but ... I was about to say I'm drawing a blank on what else. I just remembered one thing. I sent a message out to the tlhIngan Hol email group earlier this week. Upon reflection, I realized I shouldn't have sent it and have avoided checking that email account since then out of embarrassment. HIvqa' veqlargh I don't know what else I wanted to touch on here, seemed like there was a lot more though. |
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