Tuesday, November 25, 2003
I'd like to kick back and smoke a fat-ass joint
Note: I've decided to make the subjects to my posts lyrics to songs that I've got ringing in my head or blasting in my ears at the time I'm writing.... If you're wondering why I don't just update my "soundwaves" over there, it's because that's for the emo bar... Emo as in what's going on emotionally. :P
ANYWAY.........
Well, today I came into work early just to check out my new computer.
I was right... it's a Dell... Precision Workstation It's a nice computer, but already it's giving me a headache. The keyboard, of course, is not to my liking.... While the home row keys will be easier to get used to, the buttons for the home, page up and del and their counterparts are totally throwing me off.
If you'll notice in the two pictures on the right, my old computer's keyboard had to rows of three... the NEW one (illustrated in the bottom photo) has two COLUMNS of three buttons. And well, my hand just doesn't go where it needs to. I'm the kind of guy who relies almost completely on keyboard shortcuts, so this just throws me off a lot.
There were some other minor problems with the computer's set up too... I didn't have access to some neccessary servers and some files don't open in their native programs. Also, the mouse Microsoft Intellipoint Mouse that I had on the old comp wasn't put on this one... The editorial dept. paid for that one and like hell if the tech guys are gonna keep it.
Anyway... all in all... it's a nice computer. But now I'm sleepy... So I'm gonna get going. If I don't see you before then, have a nice Thanksgiving... Eat lots of turkey and pecan pie. Have fun and be safe.
ANYWAY.........
Well, today I came into work early just to check out my new computer.
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If you'll notice in the two pictures on the right, my old computer's keyboard had to rows of three... the NEW one (illustrated in the bottom photo) has two COLUMNS of three buttons. And well, my hand just doesn't go where it needs to. I'm the kind of guy who relies almost completely on keyboard shortcuts, so this just throws me off a lot.
There were some other minor problems with the computer's set up too... I didn't have access to some neccessary servers and some files don't open in their native programs. Also, the mouse Microsoft Intellipoint Mouse that I had on the old comp wasn't put on this one... The editorial dept. paid for that one and like hell if the tech guys are gonna keep it.
Anyway... all in all... it's a nice computer. But now I'm sleepy... So I'm gonna get going. If I don't see you before then, have a nice Thanksgiving... Eat lots of turkey and pecan pie. Have fun and be safe.
Mikey was being stupid at 1:32 AM ::
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Blue Savannah Song...
The Catholic parish that I attend occupies two priests... It's a rare occasion that a Mass is presided over by anyone other than those two. Today was one of those times. Our guest priest opened his sermon with a typical description of how we perceive kings.......
"He wearss ringss of diamondss and rubiess... a ssparkling crown of GOLD.... he carries a LONG sstaff and has an air of pomp and circumstance.... His robess are PURPLE and made of VELVET, if you will...."
Suddenly, I envisioned Christ sitting in a sparkling throne room dressed as Liberace.
"These are the things we ssee when we think of KINGSS... But Jesuss wore a crown of THORNS and carried -- not a sstaff -- but a CROSSS!"
Father George's arms waved flamboyantly as the large man with multiple chins and a fat tongue preached the Gospel.
The Mass moved along swiftly. Occasional chuckles and whispers waggled throughout the sanctuary. Old women refused to sing along in hymns because of the booming harmonies supplied by Father George.
I wholly expected an Erasure synth beat to erupt from the church musicians as he belted out grace notes and embellishments in "Turn to Me."
When Mass was over, I was surprised to hear an applause... We went in peace and I overheard several members of the congregation sing his praises as we left the church. "Oh, Father... I love the sound of your voice!" and "I thoroughly enjoyed Mass today!"
Incidentally, I heard no mention of the second reader's flub when she said, "I am the Alfalfa and the Omega."
"He wearss ringss of diamondss and rubiess... a ssparkling crown of GOLD.... he carries a LONG sstaff and has an air of pomp and circumstance.... His robess are PURPLE and made of VELVET, if you will...."
Suddenly, I envisioned Christ sitting in a sparkling throne room dressed as Liberace.
"These are the things we ssee when we think of KINGSS... But Jesuss wore a crown of THORNS and carried -- not a sstaff -- but a CROSSS!"
Father George's arms waved flamboyantly as the large man with multiple chins and a fat tongue preached the Gospel.
The Mass moved along swiftly. Occasional chuckles and whispers waggled throughout the sanctuary. Old women refused to sing along in hymns because of the booming harmonies supplied by Father George.
I wholly expected an Erasure synth beat to erupt from the church musicians as he belted out grace notes and embellishments in "Turn to Me."
When Mass was over, I was surprised to hear an applause... We went in peace and I overheard several members of the congregation sing his praises as we left the church. "Oh, Father... I love the sound of your voice!" and "I thoroughly enjoyed Mass today!"
Incidentally, I heard no mention of the second reader's flub when she said, "I am the Alfalfa and the Omega."
Mikey was being stupid at 5:30 PM ::
Shove me into the shallow water before I get too deep
Last night, I stayed talking to a co-worker till 4 am. We spoke of many things... mostly gossip about our co-workers, but also some about life and love and happiness.
I went to college with Veronica and she is one of the few I can trust here at work... But still, I couldn't bring myself to tell her absolutely everything, and before I knew it, I was spinning this elaborate lie about my personal life.... Well, not so elaborate... just not very complete and with several instances of pronoun switching.
Still, much of the truth spilled through... I told her about some of my inner-most feelings... things I don't tell anyone, and rarely even admit to myself.
I told her about my discomfort in relationships... How I've never really had an interest in a life-long commitment because the time in my life that I've had to myself has been very brief.... That I genuinely loved and still love the last person I was with, but I do not want to be in a comitted romantic relationship because of the emotional rollercoaster that it requires.
I've tried to ride this rollercoaster and accept the ups and downs as an exciting thrill-ride... a surprise at each turn. But then it weighs on your shoulders... and it gets heavy... the air is pulled from your lungs and you're left speechless.... and after a while of that, you just want to get off.
I've never seen breaking it off as throwing away the relationship... I see that time as a period of growth and self-awareness... a time of love and learning what we both want out of life.... Unfortunately, we both wanted something different.
But there'll always be something between you and me.
Certainly, it's not clear what I want... to me or, least of all, anyone else. But I do know that I don't want to live for love. I'm grateful for it and for everything it's brought me this far. But I don't want my life devoted to finding "that special someone" or "my one and only." After all, I haven't even found myself completely. And I'd like to be able to know who I am before make that commitment.
I went to college with Veronica and she is one of the few I can trust here at work... But still, I couldn't bring myself to tell her absolutely everything, and before I knew it, I was spinning this elaborate lie about my personal life.... Well, not so elaborate... just not very complete and with several instances of pronoun switching.
Still, much of the truth spilled through... I told her about some of my inner-most feelings... things I don't tell anyone, and rarely even admit to myself.
I told her about my discomfort in relationships... How I've never really had an interest in a life-long commitment because the time in my life that I've had to myself has been very brief.... That I genuinely loved and still love the last person I was with, but I do not want to be in a comitted romantic relationship because of the emotional rollercoaster that it requires.
I've tried to ride this rollercoaster and accept the ups and downs as an exciting thrill-ride... a surprise at each turn. But then it weighs on your shoulders... and it gets heavy... the air is pulled from your lungs and you're left speechless.... and after a while of that, you just want to get off.
I've never seen breaking it off as throwing away the relationship... I see that time as a period of growth and self-awareness... a time of love and learning what we both want out of life.... Unfortunately, we both wanted something different.
But there'll always be something between you and me.
Certainly, it's not clear what I want... to me or, least of all, anyone else. But I do know that I don't want to live for love. I'm grateful for it and for everything it's brought me this far. But I don't want my life devoted to finding "that special someone" or "my one and only." After all, I haven't even found myself completely. And I'd like to be able to know who I am before make that commitment.
Mikey was being stupid at 1:29 AM ::