Friday, July 26, 2002
09:05 a.m.

This is a really weird morning.... I feel like I've got one of those positive viruses like on Red Dwarf. It would explain a lot: my fantastic luck of this week/month seems to have leveled out, and this morning I woke up after only four or five hours of sleep, feeling refreshed, energetic, and generally sharp as a tack. My allergies aren't even bothering me all that badly... although this may change, as I have to sit for eight hours in a frigid, air-conditioned office. :P

Wednesday, July 17, 2002
10:26 p.m.

i am not an animator

I am, however, just about ready to tear Mark Blomenkamp a new one. Or at least lay out to him the difference between an animator and an illustrator.

One thing, at least, has become clearer to me through all this: people are more often good at things that interest them than things that don't interest them, and at things they like than at things they dislike. This is how a spectator who has admired from afar can suddenly be found to excel in a field he's never entered before, whether he expects it or not.

It remains to be seen whether I truly have no talent for something I have no interest in, or whether I have a mental block there, instead.

Sunday, July 14, 2002
04:58 p.m.

ghost story

How to make Rabidcow burst out laughing in church, or at least how I did it:
leaned over and very softly sang into his ear, "'Was a God who had a son, and Jesus was his name-o / J-E-S-U-S, J-E-S-U-S, J-E-S-U-S / and Jesus was his name-o...."

Yes, I should probably be spanked for that. But I believe in the Divine's sense of humor....

Sometimes, when I'm on a ghost-story-reading binge and it gets to be quite late at night, sometimes (okay, frequently) I'll get a strange sensation like someone lightly touching my hair from behind. It's very odd, and it only happens when I'm reading far too many ghost stories. Well, at least until Saturday, it did--

I was making my rounds of the Rosicrucian museum when I stopped to look at some of the mummies; specifically, I was pitying some of the poor dead squished cat mummies, one of which was actually smaller than the walkie-talkie I take on patrol. That's when I got that weird touch feeling again, like someone had snuck up and touched my hair very faintly (I have what many people call Nice Hair). It creeped me out a bit, because I only ever get it when I'm neck-deep in spooky stuff.

Then from the cat mummies I looked at the ornate box on the left, in the same display case, and got a nasty shock on discovering that there was still a body inside. Yeeeeegh, I say. There are at least two human bodies on display at the Rosicrucian.

Thursday, July 11, 2002
01:14 p.m.

noodly goodness

I've never heard of anyone making ramen the way I do, which still weirds me out:

Step one: boil noodles.

Step two: drain off icky starch-water.

Step three: add flavor packet w/much wrist action.

This method leaves you with a lovely glutinous pile of sticky, well-spiced noodles, which should take favorably to those bone-dry wooden fast-food chopsticks. Unless you're using a fork. Doesn't anyone play with their food anymore?

It's also an astonishingly lovely day; over eighty, and strangely overcast, as if it's trying to rain, which is almost unheard of, for a CA summer. The National Weather Service sez the humidity is at 47% here and now. I suppose we're used to much less, because it felt more like 60%, to me. Gonna see if I can sleep in the back yard, tonight.

Guard training this afternoon with Al Ries, the most unattractive person I have ever worked with. Well, I'm supposed to be learning, not distracting myself with mental pr0n. Had work yesterday and Tuesday, I get paid for my few hours of training tonight and tomorrow, then I have a whole eight hours on Saturday, too. Money coming my way! =^_^=

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