It's my journal. Thing.

Andrew!
Remi!
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Okay, speaking of machine gods. . .

From Moss's blog, the COOLEST THING EVER!!

And you like cool, right?

The latte I had today has rather succesfully drained all my creative juices.

Aparently, Miriam went dancing at the End of the Universe. Not such a bad thing to be there, don't you think?

Which reminds me of an cover story I read in Time four or five months ago. It was about the Expanding Universe Theory - the idea now is that the mysterious "Dark Matter" filling up the corners of our universe is helping to produce enough energy to ensure that the Universe will never contract - but will go on expanding untill it becomes a lifeless void of proto matter. Which I suppose is depressing. In an attempt at wraping up said article, the author did some rather nutty speculation - perhaps, he said, there would be some sort of entity there to observe the end of the universe, even if it will be uninhabitable by bilogical life as we know it.

"Okay," I thought, "a token refrence to some sort of spirtuality. I'm down with that. I can dig it."

"Perhaps something greater than us will be there. Perhaps a DISEMBODIED DIGITAL INTELLIGENCE. . ."

Of course that's not a direct quote but you get the idea.

Bow down before your machine god! The souless liberal time magaizine DECREES IT!

I'm not a smart man. But I can link stuff.

My mom should be getting eleven new computers a scanner and a digital camera for her department.

Heh heh heh!

I went out to eat with my mom today.

Then I wandered around the labyrinthine depths of the MU Library. This place is just huge. Parts are huge and stately, others feel like a prison or a bomb shelter. Good setting for a horror movie.

While I was wandering around I was writing a lot in my head, mostly in response to a letter from Velma. Now that I sit down most of it has evaporated.

We'll see what I can come up with. Right now I'm going to try and teach myself some HTML.

I'm beat from work.
I have tommorow off.
Hmmm.

The Magic Light Yo Yo
My father bought me a Yo Yo at Westlakes. This was about a month ago. This Yo Yo was made in China. The cover proudly states:
MAGIC LIGHT
YO YO
WITH 5 LED
with 32 patterns

These are the warnings on the back. Unadulterated.

Attention
1. Don't put into mouth to prevent from chocking.
2. Don't tie the string around neck to play in a rough way.
3. Don't leave the string alone with children under 3.
4. Don't throw the yo yo at people.
5. Be aware of people coming close when you play yo yo.
And last but CERTAINLY not least:
6. Be careful of the mental parts when dissemble the yo yo.

In case you missed it. . .

There's this cute little blond girl who I work with whose voice sounds EXCATLY like Erin Kranzowitz's(sp). I mean EXACTLY. It's pretty frightening.

A story of reach exceeding grasp.
The following is an excerpt from a letter I sent Al. He's applying to SUNY Purchase, which inspired the following tale:
"Dude!
Hey.
I have a funny story about SUNY purchase.
Right after I droped out of St. John's, I went there to audition for the theater department.
Let's just say I didn't make it.
I flew in on a tiny little plane which was freezing. I threw up both ways, but the plane was so uncrowded and deafaningly noisey no one even noticed. I was pretty miserable.
I didn't really prepare my peice. God knows why. I thought I could get it down on the way, but aparently not.
So I stayed in this hotel and took a Taxi and auditioned. I failed pretty miserably. If I remember correctly the reason I went is that my aunt and uncle heard it was a good place. Plus, it was close (realtively) close to Annapolis and I could visit there occasionally.
And I thought since it was a state school it wouldn't be too hardcore. - boy was I wrong.
The people auditioning were hardcore. They only let in like 14 kids a year. They're picked to complement eachother as much as skill. For some reason, I didn't really know this till I got there.
So anyway, at my audition I started out, apologized for being out of my leauge, then left.
So anyway, it was a fun time. Actually eveything else about the trip was pretty okay. The kids and faculty at SUNY were pretty pleasant, the hotel was nice, and there were these old Itallian guys working at the Taxi service who took good care of me.
But as you can imagine it was a pretty interesting experience.
As I think about it I can't beleive that my parents wasted all that money on me - and that I let them. It seems like totaly different people, in a totaly different time. What a horribly stupid and irresponsible thing for me to do.
But hey, maybe after I go to Columbia College for free for a year and get some drama classes under my belt, I'll go there! Who knows. I could get some letters of rec and maybe a scholarship or at least some good loans.
But then again, maybe I don't want to go there. One of the two audition judges seemed nice, but the other one had this snooty french accent. . .even if I was competant, would I want to study under a guy like that?
So anyway. Seemed like a nice school though! Maybe I'll see you there.
I still can't believe that whole set of circumstances though. It just reminds me what a dick I was right after leaving SJC. Pretty amazing. It's almost like it happened to someone else, one of those you recall only rarely, and with a mixture of suprise, regret and emberasment."

How much e-mail can one man write!?

I had a latte of serious quality at a trendy cafe' called (I am not making this up) Ossama's. So I'm flyin' high! Hopefully I will come down enough to sleep tonight in order to go to work tommorow. My brain operates in really strange ways when I'm in this state: kinda fun but not really in the mode for getting any writing or reading done. However, I'm not planning on leaving this libarary for a few more hours, so we'll see what happens!

Some serious Heavy Shit, man.

Apparently, the night before last, a woman was held at gunpoint in the alley outside of my work.
Every once in a while, between here and downtown, I've run accross people having very intense arguments with, I think, themselves.
About two weeks ago a trench Coat Mafia-esque duo (ONE a HUGE man in a tench coat and cowboy hat, the other a short squat creature with blond hair) atempted to pick a fight with me on the street I live on.

I gotta stop eating at the McDonalds accross the quad from the library. Erp.
I'm not feeling especially deep or motivated today. Buying some music or comic books seems REALLY apealing right now. I just need some stuff.

If you access this page with internet explorer, the sidebar is an off balck color, matching the background and text. If you access it with Netscape. it's a sickly off green color.
Tommorow, folks.

Heather Behrend and Alfred Afanador. You batstards out there? At any rate, everyone should know these two are alive and well, as far as I know, despite being in NYC (I think) on 9/11. Anyway, the reason I'm addressing these two people is: I need a coffe shop party bad. to reduce me to some sort of animalistic state. I thought you/those two would understand what I'm talking about the best.
wooga wooga wooga

"My head HURTS. . ." He stated complainingly. He seemed to think about it dully for a second and then added "A lot_. . ."

daily logging
The following is not intersting. But it's mine.
Today was pretty alright. Andrew sent me a picture of us at his wedding in which somehow by a trick of the light, much like the fabbled picture of the loch ness monster, I somehow appear to be a complete and total badass. It's pretty amusing. Many of you have already recieved a copy. We can neither confirm nor deny the occaisonal badass nature of one Seth Lombardi. The government at this time denys any knowledge of the existence of such a state.
Well, the district whatever manager person is going to be at work tommorow, and frankly I'm pretty damn scared. But it's my Friday tommorow, so that's nice. And I should be getting one day a weekend off now, which shall facilitate me getting a "life". A lot of people at work seem interested in hanging out with me after hours, so we'll see how that works out.
"You know, I thought you we're going to wierd, and then you just turned out to be a regular guy." - I get that all the damn time.

Things are kinda shifty so I shift along.
I have tuesday off. And I'm not going to my parents house to play videogames this time. So, I swear upon some content.
Listen. We have to make a deal. Just because I archived the last page dosen't mean you can just ignore it, okay? You better go make sure you didn't miss something. Maybe you didn't. But just make sure.