Post 79 Rev 4$1&&5 Aggitated Dreams

I've been sleeping funny for the last few nights and of course, my dreams are out of wack. I mean, out of wack from the normal out-of-wackness they usually are. For some reason, the little Portuguese fisherman that runs my dream center decided to piss me off through my whole dream. In one part, all of us at work had to temporarily move back to our old offices on the other end of the building. Now that was a cluster fuck. Shit was stacked to the ceiling in my office, except I had a path to my chair. In addition, I had a shit load of CAD work to do, so I couldn't get anything else done (which actually happens from time to time). My monitor wouldn't work and it turns out my brother-in-law decided to play a joke on me. Instead of unplugging the damn thing, he cut the cord. I couldn't get any damn work done, so I went home to do it.

Not that home was any better. I forget how, but my roommate was pissing me off. Then some girl was playing some Playstation game on my tv in my bedroom. All I wanted to do was go to bed. Of course, I said I'd move the Playstation to a nice, bigger tv elsewhere. I couldn't be rude because a girl was actually in my bedroom. That happens soooo often.

Damn Portuguese. They're bad news.

Same Old

Well, I was late again this morning. I went home last night after work, finished "The Big Sleep", and fell into a, well, not big, so much as hard sleep. I woke up later, watched a bunch of "Farscape" and went to bed at 1 am. Then I drug myself out of bed at 7:45 and made it to work at 8:10. Once there, I sugared and caffeined myself up to make it through the day. The caffeine/sugar mix worked too well, because I was speaking a mile a minute. Those of you who know me know what I'm like with sugar and caffeine in me. Soon, oh so very soon, I will have my physical and get my referral to a specialist and get this damn thyroid thing taken care of. That, or arrive to work late cronically, but not drunk. At least my breath would smell like wet dog instead of whiskey.

Whiskey makes me puke.

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Uh, this lady at a table near me was doing the dorky sway thing to the Pixies. That's creepy. And she's smiling like a serial killer.

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Ever try to describe Milwaukee? I did today.

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Anyway, that's all I have to say. Wish I had more. I should catch Player's, Madison's Sleeziest Bar 1992, since my sister-in-law-in-law is working there for the next four months before she moves to Chicago. Oh, maybe I can catch Steve in Milwaukee and find one of these mythical "women" he talks about. I hear "women" are kind of cool.

Anyway, I'll put some crappy photography up on wikicommons.

Bored at Work

I'm bored as hell at work right now. Oh wait, the phone! Of course some goober is looking for someone who is on the phone AND he wants to hold. I hate Friday afternoons. It's dead and I have to help answer the phones.

Anyway, bored. I've been drawing lines for the whole... damn phone... oh good, someone else got it.. afternoon. Along with Primal Scream playing, I'm in somewhat of a drooling state. Gee, isn't wikipedia fun!?! Now Brian Eno is on. Well, only about an hour to go with this rumbling stomach and I can go eat some fish. Such a highlight.

Yawns and Fish

So I finally got the results of my thyroid test and it turns out that my medication is too high. That surprised the shit out of me since I've been dragging my ass this week. I know part of it is that damn Daylights Saving Time, but today is the first day I made it to work on time. Now I have to figure out how not to bloat out like a dead cadaver by cutting out food and exercising even more. Damn gland.

Last night Tim, Shaun and I went to see the bluegrass band again. I hadn't seen Tim since my 30th birthday. Not that I had a party or anything, we just happened to catch a bite to eat. The band was way off for some reason. I caught a big smell of sweet leaf; perhaps they needed to smoke more of it. Of course, I was half asleep by 10, so I bailed early. I'll figure this out somehow. Tonight a group of us are catching the New Glarus Hotel Fish Fry. It's the best around. Gee, I get to eat less of that too.

Anyway, I'll quit bitching and share a bit of nostalgia with everyone.

Religion

Those of you who know me know that I'm not a religious person. Yeah, I live with a minister's son, but I don't think he's been to church in quite a while. I do, however, have a respect for religion when those who practice are principled and actually catch the spirit of their religion's teachings. I found this at the April 1, 2005 Portland Press Herald via DailyKos. I don't think the page will remain up, so I copied over. Hope this isn't a violation of copywrite:

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Don`t post commandments; live them

Should our government endorse one particular religion's precepts?

Be careful what you ask for. If we took the Ten Commandments seriously, our way of life would be radically challenged - as it should be. Consider just five of them:

Keep the Sabbath holy? In Maine, car dealerships have to fight public opinion to keep the day off. L.L. Bean never sleeps. Sports scheduling in the public schools often precludes attending church schools.

Thou shalt not kill? Would you post that in the Pentagon? What about the embargo that killed 500,000 Iraqi children? Or countenancing genocide in the Sudan? Only the Quakers take nonviolence seriously.

Thou shalt not steal? Should the government have posted that at Enron? Or nailed it in the halls of every American corporation? Would it make any difference?

Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor? What's that again about Saddam Hussein having weapons of mass destruction?

Thou shalt not covet any thing that is thy neighbor's? Tell that to Native Americans. That's how we've succeeded in life. Why do we attempt to overthrow, bribe or invade other nations when the issue is oil? A little coveting?

From my perspective, I would not want the Ten Commandments placed in the public domain, posturing as the symbol of an unapplied faith, honored in the breach.

I would rather they be proclaimed and nurtured by churches and synagogues who, exercising their religious freedom, take them seriously enough to call us to task.

Rev. Glenn H. Turner
New Gloucester
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Seperate, but Equal

For crying out loud. Now the zealots are forming their own baseball league. The Colorado Springs Family Focusers? The Dallas Theological Seminarians? How about the South Carolina Holier Than Thou? Or the Pinellas Park Hypocritical Lifers? My sister lives next to Wheaton, so maybe I'll catch a game. Who knows, Rapture may strike in the bottom of the fifth and I can go to Heaven. Then again, I don't want to be there. They can have their own heaven, too.

Random Bits of Food Inbetween the Molars

Well, I got my car back from the body shop and I'm a happy camper. I was stuck with a Buick Century, which is the type of car that Ma and Pa Kettle take to the lutefisk dinner during lent. It sails more than drives. I hated that piece of shit. The amenities were only a radio and tape deck. I have exactly one cassette tape and like approximately one radio station. That radio station doesn't always have shows I want to listen to. Anyway, I was about home when "No Sleep Tonite" popped on my ipod and put me in a good mood for the rest of the night.

In other news, my mother found another Christmas present for me stuffed in some box in a back room. This made me happy, since it was Blackadder. If you haven't ever heard of it, shame on you.

That being said, I get to go to the Harmony for lunch for some hot chips and see some bluegrass music (how I can "see" music is beyond me) tonight.

My day is looking up.