Birfday goodness.

Places to go:

Lederhosen Lucil

DJ Jester - The Filipino Fist

I don't think DJ Jester has working MP3s on his site but DUDE. Buy the cds. Awesome awesome stuffs. (And yes, some of my paycheck is going to him when I get it.)

COPENHAGEN, Denmark (AP) -- An artist with 780 gallons of red dye, three fire hoses and a 20-member crew at his disposal went to Greenland in search of a blank canvas large enough to accommodate his creative impulse.

The result is a blood-red iceberg now sitting off the country's western coast.

"We all have a need to decorate Mother Nature because it belongs to all us," Danish artist Marco Evaristti said Thursday. "This is my iceberg; it belongs to me."

LOWELL, Massachusetts (AP) -- A 92-year-old man will be considered for a police award because he helped wrestle a suicidal man from the edge of a bridge and restrained him until police arrived.

George Kouloheras was driving to a grocery store Saturday when he stopped his car to help Bob Michalczyk pull the distraught man off the bridge's railing. The suicidal man was not identified.

Wow. So, San Antonio was teh fun. I wouldn't recommend hanging out on Grayson Street after 10pm, just cause it looks all creepy and stuff but Tacoland is gouda. Tacoland and Lederhosen Lucil is MUY BUENO. Krista is so cute and sweet and just plain awesome that the terrifically long drive was worth it. We REALLY should have taped the show but somehow decided before leaving the hotel that it wasn't necessary or something. Shoulda put down the crack pipe before talking about it, I guess.

We DID tape most of our traipsing around the Riverwalk, tho. I don't imagine it will be a 'show the parents' kinda tape because we tend to curse more than we should but it was a fun time. My poor little toes weren't happy but I think they'll get over it. I took them new places, they should be grateful, right?

Uh... there was more that I was going to say here but I don't remember how it was supposed to go. I have the normal journal to update anyways. I don't think I've looked at it in a week or so. I'm a crap updater.

I want a day off. A day off to plant flowers and mow and clean and do laundry and watch movies and snuggle.

I'd have a busy day off.


So, my brother works with me now. It didn't take any work at all to talk the management into hiring him. I know it's not a job he'll LOVE but it's something he can make a lil money at. Anywhoo, I think it'll be cool to work with him again, even if I don't see him other than on the way there and at lunch time.

Early Friday, Nicole and I have to go up to the animal shelter and find out why a cat that MATCHES Fee's description managed to disappear from their facility with no record. Fee's been missing since the beginning of the month and no one seems to know where she is. Apparently, Nicole's been calling the shelter every day or close to that and a couple of days ago, a guy told her that there HAD been a cat that looked just like the picture she gave them but he didn't know what happened to her. Idiots. I can't believe how incompetent they are. I kinda hope I get to yell at someone. :)

Friday afternoon, we leave for San Antonio and Lederhosen Lucil. :) Can't. Wait. I have no idea how well the road trip part will go but I imagine we're going to be super-retarded and eat lots of junk food.

Lalalalalalalalalalalala. I can't think of anything to say here. I'm still loving my job, even tho my feet hurt like a son of a bitch at the end of the day and my fingers are peeling and my head hurts because of the constant pollen influx.

I CRAVE YOUR INDULGENCE

My Dear in the Lord,

Your first reaction to this mail will be total rejection, scare and may be unbelief,owing largely to the atrocities people commit these days. But this mail comes from a devastated,sorrowful and emotional ladened soul that needs compassion from a kind and good spirited person to wipe away my tears, perhaps when i am gone beyond this sinful world. As an international subject, therefore,with due respect and apology, I want you to handle it very descreetly, confidentially and with utmost secracy.
For the sake of my children,who are the cardinal focus of this mail, for their future survival and to avoid embarrassment,I do not want our family name to be advertised or publicly discussed. Please, treat it as such and keep it permanently private.
If you would not be in the position to co-operate, please, forgive me for disturbing your peace. Ignore and delete this message. I plead in the name of God.


My purpose of writing to you is to seek your assistance to handle and manage my late husband's financial assets and take adequate care of our young children,Duncan,12years and Jennifer, 8years. They are both studying in the American International School, Accra,Ghana.

My name is Mrs.Joy.Hantger. I am an American, a widow of circumstance, married to a Swedish Engineer who resided here in Cotonou,Benin Republic with me before his untimely death. My husband died in plane crash while going to diagnose and seek medical attention for a sickness that defied medical treatment.
Presently, I am diagnosed to have a third degree HIV virus and therefore suffering a terminal sickness of ACQURIED IMMUNE DEFICIENCY SYNDROMME - AIDS -. I may die any moment but wish you to assist in keeping the family name and circle alive. This mail is written for me by the matron of this hospital as I am too weak to engage in any other physical endeavors. Documented proofs for confirmation, on request, could be provided. I have entrusted the sum of US$16,000,000.00 (Sixteen Million Dollars), the accrued savings and life insurance gratuity of my late husband, with the custody of Ochipek Security & Finance Trust Company here in Cotonou,the Republic of Benin. Be informed that this company and the lawyer does not know that the box i deposited with the Ochipek Security & Finance Trust Company contained raw cash. I only told them that it was personal belongings. It is handled by a Lawyer. See contacts below.
I want you to liase with the Lawyer and recover the money for your prudent care, management and safe keeping. Use it to secure travelling papers for my children to leave Accra,Ghana and train them as your adopted children. I place no conditions on your management except taking good care of my children.I am not fearful of death but i am seriously worried about the safety and future survival of my two children.
(Contact):
(1) Attn: Dr.John Kuku
(Senior Advocate of Benin Republic)
Homo pace chambers
B.P 16
Cotonou,Benin Republic.
Phone:+229086905


(2) Attn: Dr.Chritopher Pius(Cargo Manager).
Ochipek security & Finance Trust Company
Cotonou,Benin Republic


At the moment and till I die, my correspondence with you will be through e-mail. I may not have the opportunity to speak with you while on my sick bed. You should contact the Lawyer to do the change of ownership from my name into your name and identity to enable you collect the money from the Finance and Trust Company here in Cotonou, the Republic of Benin. This is the only condition that will give you the right of ownership and full beneficiary status. I want this transaction to be handled with dispatch before I give up the ghost.
I will appreciate it the more if you give me your reply no matter your state of mind, negatively or positively, it is alright.
Please, reply to (joyhanger@voila.fr )


Thanks and God bless.
Mrs. Joy Hantger.
Christian General hospital,
Cotonou,Republic of Benin.




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And the hits just keep on coming!

The whole day is such a blur of 'How much is this?' and 'AHHHH!!! I messed up! Fix it!' and 'I think you should give me a discount, these look pitiful.' Hate. People.

What really freaks me out is how I can hate people (in general) so much and yet I seem to be the Queen of Nice. I can diffuse any situation at work and everyone seems to like me... how does that work? There's some sort of strange spatial or time warp at work here. Surely my seething rage and hatred is visible to SOMEBODY!

Tomorrow comes awfully early. I'm hoping that my boss isn't going to make me work Monday and Tuesday but I fear that may be too much to ask for since I'm taking next Friday and Saturday off. How badly would THAT suck? Working last Sunday and then Tuesday and Thursday through... Thursday? My lordy. I think I would cry. At least once.

Short version: green beer is Bad. Drunk friends are Good. Drunk friends that throw up on the way to their car are Funny. Boy peeing on a stranger's car is So Freaking Weird.

I do NOT want to work today. I can just feel all my dehydrated cells rubbing up against each other. It's not a pretty sound.

Hate. Hate. Hate. rap videos. How does one manage to make money off a song about how they have money and they want to shag some girl because she's cute? How on earth does that work? It's CIRCULAR! gah. noxious.

The boy is out in east Texas visiting a friend he hasn't seen in a couple of years. I don't know why it's so hard for me to let him go out and do stuff on his own. I always say I don't mind it and I don't, with my logical brain. But with my selfish and stupid brain, I can't stand for him to go anywhere without me. Work is bad enough, ya know? Bleh. I want him to be home already. I should just go to bed... he'd be home before I know it and we'd get to do some cuddling and whatnot. I so love the whatnot.

New woman starting at work this weekend. She seems ok but... I dunno. I just don't like working with other women. I don't mind Kimi... she's pretty cool and I'm the new kid to her. But having to train someone in or get used to a newer person than myself has always been somewhat distasteful to me. I can't explain it. I don't want to have to be nice to someone new. I'm just rambling now. I don't know what I'm talking about. Other girls are teh suck. The guy I've been working with a bit lately is cool. I don't know how old he is. I've noticed that all guys that are my age or younger than me are kids to me... they're like little brothers or something. Anyway... he reminds me of the Jess character on Gilmore Girls. Only not such a dick.

So freaking tired. I don't like being tired. I hadn't remembered how drained I get when I work full time. I'd hate to cut my hours/money but I don't want to be cranky all the time, either. Stupid body.

I have a sneaking suspicion that I should be going to bed soon but I don't want to. I don't want to be responsible tonight! It's silly, really, but I just wanna be dumb and stay up all night and call in to work tomorrow. I want three damn days off. dammit.

This Thursday is my mother's birthday. I still haven't gotten her anything and I don't have the slightest idea what I want to get her. This whole mess of having no money for another two or three days is for the birds. Anyway. I don't know what to get her. I think my brother and I have gotten her earrings or pendants for the last 10 years or so and I suppose it's time to find something else to get her. If only we had enough money to get her something useful AND cool. I still don't know what we'd get but it'd be nice to have a better set of options.

About 20 minutes ago, Heather and I were watching a show called 'I want a famous face'. I don't think I've seen a more disturbing show in a very long time. These twins decided they wanted to look like Brad Pitt so that they'd be popular and have a better chance at getting acting careers going. So, they get their acne-riddled faces sliced and diced and come out with larger chins and cheek bones and smaller noses and they looked nothing like Brad and STILL had the worst cases of acne I've seen. BUT! They got their head shots done... so that's... good. heh. Nothing like watching a couple of pimply faced 21 year olds getting makeup caked on over pits and pustules.

So yesterday, my boy messages me at work, asking if he should buy some BNL tickets off a friend. By the time I get off work, we have to rush home and change and drive like the wind to meet the dude to get the tickets. Turns out the dude has no idea where he lives and sends us to the wrong side of Dallas. By the time he sorts it out, he ends up having to leave the tickets with a gas station attendent. On our way to the gas station, we narrowly missed hitting a COW on the side of the service road. Said cow looks at us with eyes that say "Git yo headlights out of muh eyes!"

We finally pick up the tickets (which, because of the bad directions and guilt FOR those bad directions, end up being free) and head to the venue and proceed to have the BEST TIME EVER. Bits done by the lovely boys of Red vs. Blue fill up the intermission times between Howie Day (who rawks) and the Ladies...

Best date ever.

Whatever blew in over the weekend, it's driving myself and the animals nuts. Poor little fur balls keep sneezing and winking at me and I think my nose is permanently stopped up.

I should go in to work today and wander around for a couple hours. I have no idea where most of the plants are or what they are. Sad, really. I need to make the time to know what the heck is going on there.

I have a new dress. It's pretty and pink and I so want to wear it today but it shows off the rather dark bruise my collar-bone is sporting. Dilemma.

DIY dill shoots nail into brain
By Sue Hewitt
March 7, 2004

BRAD Shorten admits he is a fool who is lucky to be alive.


He was skylarking with mates over a few beers and took what he thought was an empty nail gun and pointed it at his head.

The Victorian father of three fired a 3.2cm nail through his skull into his brain, just behind his temple.

A centimetre deeper and Mr Shorten, 33, could have been dead or paralysed.

The Sunbury bricklayer's labourer thought the firing mechanism had glanced his skin, leaving a small red dot, not realising the nail had been counter-sunk into his skull.

Hate: concrete
Hate: rude customers
Hate: glaring sun in my eyes
Hate: "Oh, I bet you don't know anything"

Love: Plants. All day. Everywhere.
Love: knowing money will be mine soonish
Love: "Thank you so much, sweetheart"
Love: coming home to the boy at the end of it all
Love: coworkers that think I can handle it all


Hooray love.

When did it become en vogue to not care about the unwanted babies?

There are a lot of people that I'm quite fond of that somehow manage to astound me with their crass, unfeeling nature when it comes to so-called abortion rights. Why is it so popular to ignore that a baby is always a baby, no matter what stage its development?

I can't pretend to understand what it's like to find oneself with unwanted child. But I've had my stupid scares in the past and even the times when it would have been worst, I didn't consider the "discard" option to be conscionable.

I don't think abortion "rights" will ever be done away with. I don't imagine our public would ever really consider giving up the possibility of copping out on responsibility/obligation. It's not the "American Way". Not anymore. We're beyond the stage of truly playing the cards that are dealt. Now it's all "what can we get away with?" and being "liberal."

And I'm kind of ok with it always being an option. I think any person ought to have at least the possibility of making the hard choices. But I think we'd all be much better off at least realizing that this isn't a matter of just getting rid of something that we don't have time for or money for or maturity for or strength for or patience for or the plain gumption for. Fine, do what you feel is necessary or right for you or whatever you want to call it but call a spade a fucking spade and stop preaching about your right as a woman to put a baby in a rubbish heap.

Next thing you know, we'll have to be ok with the guy that says it's his right to have sex with goats and children because no one ever proved it was an absolute wrong and it saves him the trouble of going to the bar.


That's about all I have to say about that.

Passion tickets bear 'mark of the beast'
Monday, March 1, 2004 Posted: 9:34 AM EST (1434 GMT)


ROME, Georgia (AP) -- Tickets at one movie theater screening Mel Gibson's "The Passion of the Christ" are being deemed decidedly unholy.

The number 666, which many Christians recognize as the "mark of the beast," is appearing on movie tickets for Gibson's film at a Georgia theater, drawing complaints from some moviegoers.

The machine that prints tickets assigned the number 666 as a prefix on all the tickets for the film, said Gary Smith, owner of the Movies at Berry Square in northwest Georgia. The 666 begins a series of numbers that are listed below the name of the movie, the date, time and price.


Well, that's a shocker...

Oh yeah?