Tuesday, August 8, 2006, 09:29 PM - Random Thoughts
This latest "Big List" comes from Hanuman's Blog. Fun stuff!
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1. How tall are you barefoot? 5'10" (5’11” if I don’t slouch)
2. Have you ever been cheated on? Yes (by my first partner, but never by Doug)
3. Do you own a gun? Yes – a Browning Buckmark 0.22 semiauto pistol.
4. If you had a mental disorder, what would it be? Alas, I have two for real: depression and dissociative identity disorder.
5. How many letters are in your crushes name? The only one for me is Doug.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? It’s hard to get a really good one, but far too easy to get one that doesn’t taste good.
7. What's your favorite Christmas song? Carol of the Bells (since we ring that one in church every year).
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffee.
9. Do you do push-ups? No, but I jog a lot.
10. Have you ever done ecstasy? Not just “no” but “hell no”.
11. Do you have a boyfriend? Doug! And we’ve been together 7 years!
12. Do you like the rain? Only if it’s a thunderstorm too.
13. Do you own a knife? A Swiss Army knife.
14. What do you smell like? Whatever cologne I spray on that day.
15. Do you have A.D.D.? I don’t think there’s such thing as ADD. It’s a drug company conspiracy.
16. Full initials? CPT.
17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment: 1) I’d like to finish writing Chapter 40 in “I, Construct”. 2.) I want to upload the latest five monster drawings to my RPG web site (www.gaianar.com) 3.) I hope that I can slim down to 175 pounds by Christmas.
18. Name the last 3 things you have bought today. Sushi for lunch, a smoothie at the gym, and an iced latte for Doug.
19. Name five drinks you regularly drink. Coffee, water, iced tea, smothies, martinis.
20. What time did you wake up today? 6:00AM. Ugh!
21.Can you spell? Mostly, but I do rely on a spell checker for important things.
22. Current worry? I need to fix the roof above the mud room, but I can’t afford to.
23. Current hate? Ann Coulter., George Bush, Rush Limbaugh, the Religious “Right”, radical islam.
24. Favorite place to be? On a cruise ship with Doug.
25. Least favorite place to be? In an arts & crafts store (I don’t know how to make anything.)
26. Where would you want to go? Ireland and Wales.
27. Do you own slippers? No.
28. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years? Hopefully I will be promoted to Case Agent or Case Manager.
29. Do you burn or tan? Burn. Yeah, there’s nothing like the Irish complexion.
30. Yellow or Blue? Blue.
31. Would you give up your current life to be a pirate? I’d think about it.
32. Last time your cell rang? 30 minutes ago – it was my friend Ed calling.
33. What songs do you sing in the shower? I don’t sing in the shower.
34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? The two biggest ones: being abandoned and being visited by evil spirits that wield Death Magic.
35. What do you have in your pocket right now? I emptied my pockets when I came in from the gym.
36. Last thing that made you laugh? Cutting in front of a Hummer H2 and making him miss the green light.
37. Favorite bedsheets as a child? I don’t remember
38. Worst injury you've ever had? The worst was a psychic injury when the original personality became fragmented into five main parts.
39. What is your GPA? 2.89
40. How many TVs do you have in your house? Two that we use. There’s a third little one that hasn’t been turned on in years.
41. Who is your loudest friend? Joel Tyler.
42. Who is your most silent friend? Matt Hannum (also known as Matthias, Lord of Handguns)
43. Does someone have a crush on you? Yeah, right. A low-level civil servant who’s broke and has a dissociative disorder. Sure.
44. Do you wish on stars? No.
45. Do you believe in magic? I think it exists in other realities, just not this one.
46. What song represents how you feel at the moment? Nothing is coming to mind (sorry!)
47.What song did you last hear? The Booby-Woogy Bugle Boy from Company B.
48. What song do you want played at your funeral? I’m not planning on having a funeral. I’ll be forgotten within a few days of my death anyway..
49. What were you doing 12AM last night? Sleeping.
50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? “I hope I don’t get too many domestic violence cases today.”
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( 3 / 1265 )Sunday, August 6, 2006, 06:38 PM - Dumb Happenings
I was at the gym this morning and the TV there was playing some Preacher/Informercial in which some "reverend" was hawking a prayer tape that was supposed to "channel God's blessings to the listener" so that his/her finances would improve. Of course, there is a catch: for the prayer tape to remain effective, the listener has to "pledge" $58/month of "seed money" to the good reverend's sacred ministry.
Egads. The last time I checked, Jesus was not in the business of using independant preachers for the creation of magical artifacts. Nor, do I think, Jesus ever promised anyone financial wealth (spiritual fulfillment, yes, but not a 790 credit score).
The prayer tape wasn't even a VHS tape. It was some 10-cent white autiotape with a 2-cent Label Maker PRO label affixted to the top. Geeeez!
I'm guessing that the folks who send this con artist money are the same ones who voted for Bush twice.
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( 3 / 1622 )Saturday, August 5, 2006, 10:56 AM - Odd Dreams
It's really bizarre, but I keep having dreams about owning a Honda FIT. It's a cute little car, and there's certainly a possibility that I will own one someday, but I've had five dreams so far that involve this car. Weird, eh? It's always a Honda FIT "Sport" edition with the 5-speed automatic configured with manumatic paddle shifters. [ add comment ] | [ 0 trackbacks ] | permalink |
( 3 / 1898 )Saturday, August 5, 2006, 10:48 AM - Random Thoughts
I have to say that I am very glad that Israel decided two weeks ago that it has had enough of enduring terrorists. I am glad that Hezbulah is getting blasted back into the Stone Age. But it cracks me up when the Talking Heads of the news start yammering on about how there needs to be "peace talks" between Israel and Hezbullah, and how they "need" the intervention of a NATO task force.
Sure.
By that logic, the United States "needs" to have peace talks with Al Qaeda. Somehow, I don't think that's going to happen.
The leaders of Israel have finally realized that fundamentalist islam [purposefully left lowercase to show lack of respect] is not a true religion, but is actually a widespread social disease. Fundamentalist islam is a sociopathological phenomenon that destroys every society it infects. Fundamentalist islam is a mutagenic pathogen that transforms functioning civilizations into barbaric, murderous, impoverished hellholes.
In my humble opinion, the life of a Jew is worth 100 times that of a muslim. Thus, for every Jew killed by a terrorist, Israel should kill 100 muslims. A show of ruthless force is the only thing these barbaric subhuman mutants understand anyway. You just can't have peace talks with muslims because they don't understand peace and they don't want peace. Their religion is nothing more than a murder-cult.
Viva Israel!
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( 2.9 / 1397 )Wednesday, August 2, 2006, 06:36 AM
It totally cracks me up that Mel Gibson is asking the Jewish community to "help him through his recovery". How arrogant is that? Let's see, Mel Gibson is a highly bigoted, homophobic, anti-semitic alcoholic who blames "Jew Cops" for him getting arrested on a DWI. And we're supposed to feel SORRY for him?
Gibson's father is no stranger to prejudice either. He is one of those Nazi-wannabees who think that the Holocaust never happened. Nice. Ultra-Christians like him and Mel always seem to be the least Christ-like people.
But when Mel Gibson whined about it being "the booze talking". I was even less impressed. Alcohol doesn't change one's personality, it REVEALS it.
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( 3 / 995 )Monday, July 31, 2006, 10:00 PM - Random Thoughts
1.WHAT MADE YOU SMILE TODAY? Telling a beggar to get off his ass and get a job!
2. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT 8 THIS MORNING? I was drinking a cup of coffee at work.
3. WHAT WERE YOU DOING 15 MINUTES AGO? Reading a eBook on my Palm Pilot.
4. SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN 1985? I can't think of anything unusual for that year.
5. LAST THING YOU SAID ALOUD? "I'm getting a drink, Doug. Do tou want one too?"
6. HOW MANY DIFFERENT THINGS DID YOU DRINK TODAY? Coffee, Juice, SlimFast, a Misto, and a smoothie.
7. WHERE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND(s) RIGHT NOW? He's watching Mildred Pierce
8. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR TOOTHBRUSH? Pink
9. WHAT IS OUT YOUR BACK DOOR? My back yard.
10. LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? A pizza w/ ham and pieapple.
11. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY? Doug gave me these cute "Cube" people for work.
12. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR FRONT DOOR? Green.
13. WHERE DO YOU KEEP YOUR CHANGE? In a big urn.
14. WHATS THE WEATHER LIKE TODAY? Hot and oppressively humid! But the Dumb Cowboy says global warming is a myth, ha ha.
15. BEST ICE CREAM FLAVOR? (Rice or Soy "Ice Cream") Peanut butter
16. SOMETHING YOU'RE EXCITED ABOUT? Getting another raise in four months!
17. LAST RAINBOW YOU SAW? About two years ago.
18. WHAT SIZE SHOE DO YOU WEAR? 11
19.DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS? One, younger.
20. ARE YOU VERY RANDOM? No. I follow a set routine --a lot!
21. DO YOU WANT TO CUT YOUR HAIR? Probably in another week.
22. ARE YOU OVER THE AGE OF 22? Yup! 36.
23. DO YOU TALK ALOT? I'm very chatty.
24. DO YOU WATCH THE OC? The what?
25. WHAT DAY DOES YOUR SCHOOL END THIS YEAR? Beats me. In Baltimore, most of the kiddies drop out in 9th grade.
26. DOES YOUR SCREEN NAME HAVE AN '' X '' IN IT? No.
27. DO YOU KNOW ANYONE CALLED STEVE? Two. One goes my the nickname "Mister Pretrial" and the other is a friend from college.
28. DO YOU MAKE UP YOUR OWN WORDS? Not exactly. I create new definitions for existing words.
29. ARE YOU TICKLISH? Only somewhat.
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( 2.9 / 1527 )Sunday, July 30, 2006, 11:40 AM - Dissociation & Switching
In my waking hours, I am almost always integrated, but when I sleep, the integration unravels and I can see the others. Last night was a sequence of broken images and despair. I feel haunted sometimes, because I know that I am not the original personna but instead am simply an echo of the now-incapacitated original. But the original personna is a Ghost and last night I was haunted by the Ghost.
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The haunting begins...
The Ghost is the original persona -- some highly diminished remnant of the original "Chris". Although technically dead, that entity somehow lives on as a spectral figure that sucks down any joy and light. In last night's haunting, I saw the Ghost. He, always, lives in a small, windowless locked room. His despair and loss is a nearly tangible thing. He writes strange symbols on the walls in various colors. Sometimes he writes text. He has some idea of the outside world and writes about that. He writes down conversations he has never been a part of. Whenever I am transported to that room, the Ghost percieves *me* as being the transparent spectral figure from the shadows and sees himself as solid and living. It makes me feel that *I* am the one who is Unreal.
And maybe I am Unreal. I am a falsehood created from bits and pieces. I've always known that, but if I don't think about it, I can sometimes forget it. But when I get transported to that room, I remember.
Sometimes I feel that the captive spirit in that room is what's happening in *real life* and I am just some delusion of an insane and badly damaged individual. I try to force myself to believe that I am real, even though I know that I was artificially created.
The Ghost had other things to show me...
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The scene changed, and I was a scientist in a project that had gone horribly wrong. It was supposed to bring about some medical breakthrough. But instead it had driven the test volunteers insane. I had recieved a call from a supervisor telling me that everyone who worked on the project was losing their sanity too and that I would be next. Even as the supervisor said that, I saw the dimensioning and proportions of the room begin to change and distort with the first onset of madness. I was afraid and I felt the weight of unforgivable failure.
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The scene changed, and I was at a vacation resort and everyone hated me. I did not know why I was hated, but I felt the simmering loathing from the minds of others. I hated myself too. I asked a bar tender why she hated me and she said she was tired of getting me mixed drinks. This time, I asked for poison instead so that I could kill myself. I wanted to die and end a life that was useless and full of hate.
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The scene changed, and I was on a beach near a hotel that was sititng on high stilts. I had been swimming for a while when suddenly the waves got a lot higher. There was another person swimming too and I was afraid that he would drown. I dragged him to shore but then he simply disappeared.
The tide came in and the water lever rose by 30' so that the stilts were underwater. My father, who hates me, was in the hotel bar getting drunk. With each sip, his loathing of me increased. He blamed me for the beach being submerged. I tried to tell him that it was just the tide and that it would reverse in a few hours. But he did not listen. He berated me and claimed that I had ruined the vacation he had spent thousands on. He humiliated me publicly in front of everyone else there. His words lashed like a whip. Aside form his words, I could feel the searing hate emanating from his mind. He wished that I could be made to suffer. In his mind, he wished that I would die a slow, horrifying death, and die screaming and gagging on blood and spittle. I saw into his mind the perverse joy he felt in the image of me consumed by unspeakable agony. He wanted me to die gagging on blood and vomit. He wanted me to die in the throes of some excruciating seizure. He wanted to see me die and he wanted that death to last and last and last.
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The scene changed and I was back in the forgotten room with the Ghost. He wrote the words, "And that is how it happened".
I awoke.
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( 3 / 1781 )Wednesday, July 26, 2006, 08:21 PM
I was pleasantly surprised when I got my paycheck today. I got a Step raise (from grade 7.0 to grade 7.1), which was worth an extra $42 per paycheck after tax. Too cool!
So it will be nice having an extra $84 per month. It'll be especially useful now that gasoline is $3.25/gallon and rising (thanks, BUSH!)
The job's going pretty well. I only have 4 more months of probationary employment. After that, I get another $200/month (going from grade 7.1 to 9.1) I will be glad when I'm off the probationary status and upgraded to permenant.
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( 3 / 1236 )Saturday, July 22, 2006, 09:14 AM
I had a real super-thug roll into Pretrial yesterday. He was also the youngest defendant I've had so far. He was 15 years old, had already dropped out of school, and had been using drugs since age 10.
His crime was armed robbery. He took a baseball bat and mugged some old man for $60. Then, when he had the victim's money, he beat the man's face in with the bat. In fact, he nearly beat the man to death. The child had not one scrap of remorse.
This was no child of the ghetto either. His parents were people of means. His bail was $100,000 and his parents paid it!
So, a thought occured to me: parents should be made to pay when they raise sociopathic monsters. I think that when a juvinile commits a crime like the one above, the parents should take a share of whatever sentence is meted out. If the kid gets 40 years in jail, the parents should get ten years. I personally think that parents who raise juvenile criminals should be flogged (like they do in Thailand). I think a good dose of physical punishment would put these apathetic, absentee parents back on track.
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( 3 / 1183 )Wednesday, July 19, 2006, 08:51 AM - Random Thoughts
Our "president" is a rich, dumb cowboy. It never fails to crack me up that he just doesn't believe that global warming is happening. But then, he is a man of "faith", which apparently means that facts and research cannot change his opinions, no matter how wrong those opinions are. He just chooses to not believe that global CO2 levels are triple what they were in 1920. He doesn't believe that the world's coral reefs are 90% dead. He doesn't believe that the Gulf Stream is slowing down. He doesn't believe the polar ice caps are melting. Why not? Because he doesn't like science and doesn't trust anyone smarter than him (which is almost everyone).
The Dumb Cowboy thinks we're *winning* in Iraq. He just doesn't think about the fact that this war costs our country a billion dollars per day. He doesn't believe the Iraqi citizens want us gone (and they certainly do). He doesn't believe Iraq is experiencing a religious civil war (which we really need to stay out of). He just says we need to achieve "victory" but won't define what that actually is.
Bush just takes it on "faith" that more oil drilling, not greater fuel efficiency, is what America needs. He's willing to sacrifice our national parks for a few hundred thousand barrels of crude. He just cannot accept that the American indigenous oil reserves are 75% depleted, and the remaining 25% only comes forth grudgingly.
Bush really believes that tax cuts for millionaires is helping America. All its really done is help create the biggest national debt in American history. The reign of the Dumb Cowboy makes the Reagan Administration seem downright thrifty. Bush doesn't believe inflation is happening, even though inflation is a direct consequence of carrying too high a national debt. But then, Bush doesn't understand advanced mathematical disciplines, so he just takes it on "faith" that his own uneducated opinions are correct.
I will dance a jig the day Bush leaves office. He really is the Dumb Cowboy.
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