29 February 2008

Illustrative Lack

I've created a new blog. It's an experiment, really. I've been thinking recently that I want an outlet to test my writing skills. Not that this blog doesn't count as writing, but this is personal (even if Jenni is the only one who reads it) and I wanted something completely impersonal, just a writing exercise. But what to write on? I thought the best way to test my abilities would be to just choose a random word or topic and go with it for each post. To my surprise, when I Googled "random word generator," the first hit was perfect. It included a phrase generator as well. So that's what I'm using. My goal is to write one entry each day as dictated by the generator. This should be fun. Check out the blog here: Illustrative Lack

Edit: Due to general apathy, I decided to delete the blog. All that remains is the broken link above.

27 February 2008

pocket fuzz

I should put some make-up on. I'm going out tonight. To church, that is. Yeah, I've started going again. Okay, I didn't this past Sunday, but whatever. Tonight Jenni and I are going to the evening prayers followed by catechumen/inquirers class. Firefox doesn't think 'catechumen' is a word. *adds to the dictionary* Hahaha. I wrote Firefox, but I'm actually using Flock. I haven't used Firefox in months now. Hmmm.

I'm listening to an Ella Fitzgerald album I got well over a year ago. Fabulous. I've never listened to her before and now I regret it. I've missed some amazing music here and now I have to catch up.

Brats for dinner tonight. Yay, but not really. Haha. Speaking of dinner, I'm getting hungry now. Already? Yes.

There isn't much point to this post at all except that I wanted something less maudlin than the past two entries. I've been meaning to write a blog on NIU. I even have notes, but writing is effort when it's not just rambling like this, so I haven't gotten around to it. If I only had a machine to read my brain while I'm at work, then It'd be done, because that's when I wrote the NIU blog. I just didn't have anywhere to write it down at that moment other than a vague outline on some scrap paper and I haven't even bothered to do it justice. Perhaps tomorrow.

Do you know I still haven't updated my cover letter? I found it, by the way. I know exactly where it is, but I haven't bothered to look at it or work on it. My goal is to do that this week and actually apply for at least one job by the end of the week. This is an easy enough goal to accomplish. I have several positions bookmarked on del.icio.us and all I need is that blasted cover letter and I'm good. I'm such a lazy sod. I know there's a strong part of me that doesn't really want to bother with looking for a job right now because Daddy starts a series of kidney stone surgeries (that word doesn't look like it's spelled right, but Flock says otherwise) at the end of March. I feel that I ought to be around for that. But that's partly a cop-out. The other reason I don't bother with applying for jobs is fear: I don't think I'll really be offered anything; I haven't really found any position that strikes my fancy; I don't feel properly qualified for what positions are available; I don't want to move away from everyone I care about and have to start anew all on my own.

Okay. Enough. This Bill Haley album isn't nearly as fab as the Ella Fitzgerald one.

22 February 2008


Being nauseous and hungry at the same time, however, sucks even more.
I think I'm gonna go fix myself a bowl of rice.

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19 February 2008

13 February 2008

If I were to change my race . . .

I'd look pretty scary. According to University of St. Andrews Face of the Future anyway. I used this picture for the program to Transform:



Older Adult:





The rest are silly/artistic ones and on the whole way more attractive.



Manga Cartoon:

Apeman (50% Chimp):


You can cry yourself to sleep now.

12 February 2008

I guess it's official.

They finally sent my diploma. So what if it's two months late? I gradumatated nd that be all taht materz.

09 February 2008

Where's evil?

This quote is from Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.'s book Mother Night.

    "There are plenty of good reasons for fighting," I said, "but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too. Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side. It's that part of every man that finds all kinds of ugliness so attractive.
    "It's that part of an imbecile," I said, "that punishes and vilifies and makes war gladly."

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