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[Feb. 7th, 2005|06:06 am] |
Burning Man, 2001:
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[Feb. 6th, 2005|09:51 am] |
Yes, she's naked under that paint. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2005|10:57 pm] |
Ground control to Major Tom...
I need to do another photo-shoot real soon.
Any takers? |
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[Feb. 4th, 2005|09:11 pm] |
Mr. Celophane
Shoulda been my name
You can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there |
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[Feb. 4th, 2005|12:10 pm] |
Went down to the DMV today, because my driver's license had expired on my born-day.
California's DMV system has really improved over the last couple of years.
Five years ago, it would have taken several hours to go through a line, just to learn that you had been standing in the wrong line.
Now, you're assigned a number when you walk in, and when your number is called, the screen tells you which line to go in... which isn't a line, because only one person is at the counter; you!
Now that's all nice and everything, but I wouldn't've had to deal with it in the first place had I gotten my renewal notice in the mail.
Why didn't I get it? Because, when I bought my house 2 1/2 years ago, and sent in all my DMV paperwork for address change, the schmucks in Sacramento didn't type any of it in to the computers.
In the last couple of years, I've had to pay late charges on the registration of my truck, both boats (I sold one, so I only have one of those now), and the boat trailers when each of the license plate registrations expired. They all happened at different times, so I've actually been in the DMV quite a few times these last two years. Apparently, each time they would change my address for my truck or boat, that's the only thing they would change the address on... it didn't affect all the stuff that I need DMV registration for.
So, they probably did send out my renewal notice... just to the wrong address!
And, as the post office only forwards your mail for a year, who knows how much stuff has been sent to me at my old address in the last year or so.
The people at the DMV were really nice, today. Chipper even. I think the new system has helped out quite a bit. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2005|07:42 pm] |
Pretty much, every -ism out there has its good points, and its bad points.
Communism, on a small scale is not a bad thing. A farmer shares his crop with the rest of the town, as long as members of the rest of the town share with him the products they create. The smith keeps his plow sharp, the glass blower fixes his broken window, the mechanic tunes up the tractor, the carpenter builds a new dresser for the kids, the dairy farmer provides milk, etc and so on. All members of a commune share everything. In fact, specialties such as carpenters and smiths don't really exist, as everyone can do just about everyone else's job. It's like living in a commune... after all, commune is the root word for communism, and even community.
Socialism is pretty similar to Communism. Property is not owned in socialism, so everything belongs to everyone. When Marx came along, he changed a few things. He suggested that people be paid based on the amount of work they did. The more work, the more you were paid. This can be acceptable by quite a few people. For example, my brother-in-law works his ass off, and he's a multi-millionaire. I'm lazy, and prefer just to do my eight hours and go home. For this, I make between 80 and 100 thousand dollars a year... pretty much a fraction of what my brother-in-law earns.
( a whole lot more behind the cut ) |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2005|07:37 pm] |
Okay, my text posts don't get near the comments as my picture posts, but I'm still not doing much in the way of picture taking, and doing a LOT of thinking lately, just trying to be sure I've got all my opinions and thoughts in order.
My next post is probably going to be pretty long, and it may, at times, seems like I'm going off on several tangents. But, those tangents are just examples I want to use, and I always seem to feel that I have to put in a lot of history so you can see where I'm coming from, or to give you extra useless information which in actuality helps you understand how I think something evolved. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2005|04:48 pm] |
bizarre dreams of late:
yesterday, I had a spy-vs-spy type of dream.
I don't remember all of the details, because I didn't write them down when I woke up, but America and Russia were still in the Cold War (or were we in it again?). Some Russian General was trying to get a Russian nuke lobbed at his own country and make it look like it was America's and that we had started a nuclear war. I remember the dream being pretty detailed as far as sub-plots and double agents, and all sorts of other weird things, but, I don't actually remember the details... I should've written them down, I think they'd make for an interesting story... if it hasn't been done already... Sort of a cross between the Ben Affleck movies Paycheck and the one where he plays a spy when a nuclear bomb goes off in the U.S. (I don't remember the name of the movie) and the Matt Damon Bourne movies (without the loss of memory thing).
Anyway, this particular dream never got interupted, so I got to "see" the whole story. And also unlike a typical dream, it didn't shift to a completely different dream, yet still somehow make sense, like a lot of dreams can do.
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My dream from today was a little different. I received some sort of weird religious device (looked like a magic wand) which is only supposed to be able to make its way around to direct descendants of the 12 apostles (or something like that). It doesn't give you any extra power, or anything like that, it is more like a status symbol, and it's telling the rest of the world that you have something to say, and it is now your turn. The people who get this thing are supposed to invite the prior "owner" to their home in a sort of bible-study ceremony. But one-on-one. But, people from the past who had possesion of this thing could still hold bible-study sessions with other people. This object allowed you to know when any of the next study sessions were going to take place, so I took a friend with me (someone from LJ who I haven't talked to in a while, but I did take pictures of her at one time). We went to San Francisco for one study... and it was weird, because I went completely naked, but ended up wrapping myself in two blankets left in her car, and no one at the bible-study seemed to notice.
I don't know why I keep calling it a bible study, because although some scripture is read, it's not really a study session more than just a gathering of people to talk about various religious teachings.
I partook in some of the activities, which were probably supposed to be some sort of rite of passage or baptism or something, although not in the way one would think, as they were set up more like games to play.
Somewhere in the middle of the dream, the girl who had taken me to S.F. turned into my mom. I remember the guy sitting next to me asked me "who is the atheist you brought?" To which I had to tell him I'm more atheist than she was, and he started laughing, as if I was trying to play a trick on him and he wasn't buying it, or something.
At the end of this session, when everyone finally wanted to know who the new person who had shown up tonight was (me), I admitted to them that I was the new barer of this sacred object. At which point they had asked me why I had partaken of the cerimonies/rituals/(games), as I didn't have to because of what this object meant. I was finally getting an understanding of what this thing was (although now that I'm awake, I don't really have a clue what that was), but I told the "congregation" that Jesus had himself baptized and didn't have to, so what makes me any different? They all thought about it for a second, then realized I was right, and had their respect.
This is when I woke up... |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2005|07:24 am] |
Wow.
I knew the cute red-head was young... but I didn't think she was that young.
Don't get me wrong, she's legal, but she can't drink yet.
I took my coffee-table style Burning Man book to work for her to look at... she just soaked it all in.
I don't think we'll be going to Burning Man together, though. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2005|08:33 pm] |
Fuck you, LJ
I hate when I leave long replies to a post, and you tell me that the database is down, so I lose all of my wonderful information.
Fuck you very much! |
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[Feb. 1st, 2005|04:58 am] |
So, there's this awesomely cute girl who is a paramedic intern working in our E.R. for the next 160 hours (not in a row).
Anyway, did I say just how massively cute she is?
And you know what's cooler than her being extremely cute is that she has heard of Burning Man.
She's a red-head.
And she's cute.
And I'm finding it pretty easy to talk to her... not sure why... all the super-cute girls are hard for me to talk to.
But, she talks to me, too.
And she's cute, I mean really cute.
Really.
Really cute.
Ah shit, I think I have a crush on a really cute red-head!
I mean really really cute. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2005|02:04 am] |
I think I've died.
I can't quite be sure, though, because everything still seems to be the same.
If Earth was supposed to be nothing more than Hell and we were only supposed to get better... well, it just seems that it doesn't.
There is still pain... at least, my sinus headaches cannot be cured, no matter how much aspirin, tylenol, advil, benadryl, and everything else I take.
But, at least here in the after-life, we have those kinds of things.
I guess that should be expected, as the people who invented/discovered such things brought their knowledge with them into the after-life, too.
I still haven't found where God hides himself. I can't find any of the angels, either.
As I've said, there doesn't seem to be much change from life to after-life.
I'm still just as horny, too... that bites. Can't even get laid in the after-life! |
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[Jan. 26th, 2005|09:00 pm] |
My cold can't make up its mind whether it wants me to be sick, or if it wants to be resolved. I'll be miserable for a few hours, then feel pretty good for a few hours.
I went back to work last night, and am going back tonight, but I know it's going to be rough.
I'm getting myself all drugged up now, and will take stuff to last me through the night... at least, I hope it will.
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My Aunt is heading off to help out with the tsunami survivors on Friday. She's a nurse, and has gone on all sorts of missions throughout the world, helping with medical needs. She didn't say how long she would be gone.
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I think I'm going to become a crotchety old pervert of a man, who likes to take pictures of young naked girls. Doesn't that sound like a good goal? Guess I better get started! hmmm, I should at least wait until I get over this cold! |
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[Jan. 25th, 2005|07:50 pm] |
Interpretations of nature from junior high, high school, and college test papers and essays submitted to science and health teachers (spelling errors preserved)....
"When you breath, you inspire. When you do not breath, you expire."
"H2O is hot water, and CO2 is cold water"
"To collect fumes of sulphur, hold a deacon over a flame in a test tube"
"When you smell an oderless gas, it is probably carbon monoxide"
"Water is composed of two gins, Oxygin and Hydrogin. Oxygin is pure gin. Hydrogin is gin and water."
"Three kinds of blood vessels are arteries, vanes and caterpillars."
"Blood flows down one leg and up the other."
"Respiration is composed of two acts, first inspiration, and then expectoration."
"The moon is a planet just like the earth, only it is even deader."
"Artifical insemination is when the farmer does it to the cow instead of the bull."
"Dew is formed on leaves when the sun shines down on them and makes them perspire."
"A super-saturated solution is one that holds more than it can hold."
"Mushrooms always grow in damp places and so they look like umbrellas."
"The body consists of three parts - the brainium, the borax and the abominable cavity. The brainium contains the brain, the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abominable cavity contains the bowls, of which there are five - a, e, i, o, and u."
"The pistol of a flower is its only protections agenst insects."
"The alimentary canal is located in the northern part of Indiana."
"The skeleton is what is left after the insides have been taken out and the outsides have ben taken off. The purpose of the skeleton is something to hitch meat to."
"A permanent set of teeth consists of eight canines, eight cuspids, two molars, and eight cuspidors."
"The tides are a fight between the Earth and moon. All water tends towards the moon, because there is no water in the moon, and nature abhors a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight."
"A fossil is an extinct animal. The older it is, the more extinct it is."
"Germinate: To become a naturalized German."
"Liter: A nest of young puppies."
"Magnet: Something you find crawling all over a dead cat."
"Momentum: What you give a person when they are going away."
"Planet: A body of Earth surrounded by sky."
"Rhubarb: A kind of celery gone bloodshot."
"Vacumm: A large, empty space where the pope lives."
"Before giving a blood transfusion, find out if the blood is affirmative or negative."
"To remove dust from the eye, pull the eye down over the nose."
"For a nosebleed: Put the nose much lower then the body until the heart stops."
"For drowning: Climb on top of the person and move up and down to make artifical perspiration."
"For fainting: Rub the person's chest or, if a lady, rub her arm above the hand instead. Or put the head between the knees of the nearest medical doctor."
"For dog bite: put the dog away for sevral days. If he has not recovered, then kill it."
"For asphyxiation: Apply artificial respiration until the patient is dead."
"For head cold: use an agonizer to spray the nose untill it drops in your throat."
"To keep milk from turning sour: Keep it in the cow." |
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[Jan. 24th, 2005|03:49 pm] |
This cold I have is totally kicking my ass.
Sore muscles, fever, rapid heart rate, cough, etc.
I had almost zero energy for most of the day, but could not sleep.
Finally, when I did start getting some energy (I had to get up to go pee), I got a washcloth, soaked it in cold water, and put it on my head. It started to reduce the fever a little bit... enough over time that I started feeling strong enough to get up and get some pain medicine and decongestant in my system.
That was about an hour ago, and although I still feel like major shit, at least I have the energy to get up and type this... although I'll probably go lay down again in a bit.
Hope everyone else is doing well. |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2005|01:04 pm] |
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Good-night Johnny Carson... you are still the king of Late Night in my book. |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2005|11:17 am] |
Use this post to ask any questions or make any comments about my last one.
Remember, you may start your own new thread following my original, or, if there are others who have already started new threads, you may continue adding on to the ends of one of those threads.
If you have no clue what I'm talking about, read my last post... |
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| Story Time |
[Jan. 23rd, 2005|11:15 am] |
Okay, this isn't really a game, but it's interactive, and can still be a lot of fun.
Below the cut, I have typed out several paragraphs, the beginning to a story.
Then you, the reader, become the writer.
Reply to the story by writing three to five more paragraphs.
Or, if there are already several threads, follow those along, and continue writing on one of the other paths.
You may add your own ideas to as many different threads as you like, as long as you don't try to push the same ideas in each thread (don't keep taking the character to the Brooklyn Bridge with thoughts of entertaining suicide, or some dipshit thing like that in every thread you continue).
One other thing, use original ideas... don't add characters from other books, TV shows, and movies. Same goes for plots and scenarios (Douglas Adams already did the Improbability Drive).
If you have a question about this, or just don't understand what is expected here, please do not ask questions in this post... use the next post for that.
All replies to this entry must continue the story that follows.
Rememeber, you can start a new thread, or continue reading other peoples' threads, and add your own to the end of one of those.
Ready?:
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( The story begins... ) |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2005|08:23 am] |
ugh
woke up, not being able to talk, coughing, diff. breathing, runny nose, watery eyes... you guessed it... I got a code
*sniffle* |
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