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I have had the worst sinus headache over the last couple of days and one of the most annoying feelings in the world as far as the back of ones throat goes.
Speaking of such matters, it's nice to finally have music in my room once again. You see, I switched around my motherboard and processor setups in my main computer that had everything on it -- in fact, my only operational system outside of my tablet pc. In the process, the processor waterblock started to leak -- my computer is water cooler rather than air cooled since Arizona is so God damn hot. Thus, I had no way to cool my computer until a new one arrived, and therefore no music being that all of my music is on my computer and then my computer just plugs into my receiver / a set of semi audiophile headphones. Anyways, the basics from that paragraph are merely the fact that my primary computer is up and running and I have music again.
So, its Christmas morning right now, for those of you who weren't aware of said factoid. I read it on the inside flap of my crispity crunch this morning. Lame movie humor, no better way to start off such a fantastically lovely morning. In any event, its Christmas morning. To my brain, however, it is still Christmas Eve.
You see, and I'm going to finish this story because I am actually capable of that when I am writing and not telling the story verbally, when my sister was born my Aunt Cheryl made three stockings for Christmas. One for my mother, one for my father, and one for my sister. Now, along comes four years hobbling down the road - I enter this lovely (shitty) place that most people on it like to call Earth. In any event, my Aunt Cheryl decided to make another stocking for me that would match the others that she had made four years previous for my family. Due to her memory not serving her well (she doesn't provide good health benefits so it gets kinda pissy every now and then) she forgot the exact dimensions of the previously made socks and mine was created extra big. Thus began a long, and probably never ending, feud of bitter sibling jealousy. Regardless of the fact that the sock was specifically made for me, my sister seemed to pull the older or bigger card on me quite a few times when I was younger. Finally, after several years, my mom just started splitting it up - one year I get it, the next year she does, the following year I do again, and so on.
Enter today. He's a bit late because he stopped and talked to four years ago for about two weeks, but he arrived none the less. My sister bought herself a new stocking that she saw when she was shopping. Its about 150 times the size of the former heavy weight (the stocking that was made for me). Well, as everyone who knows me knows, I prefer to fight fire with fire - after all, fire is so fucking cool.
The first plan was not to take the one that was made for me, the former big one. The victory just isn't sweet when the prize you won wasn't even wanted by the other person. Its kind of like one of those things where kid A makes fun of kid B and kid B doesn't give any reaction, its just not fun for kid A to keep teasing kid B any longer and after a while kid A finds a new victim. If that made any sense at all to you. However, this just wasn't brutal enough. That is like fighting fire with water, just eliminating the entire situation altogether eliminates the joy she gets out of having the bigger sock that she thought that I wanted, but it doesn't instill any joy into these shriveled up joy lungs.
Plan B. While it was far more time consuming, the outcome is great and the reaction that sister will yield will be amazing. Score for me. Basically, instead of taking the smaller sock to eliminate any joy that she might have otherwise taken, I made a bigger sock than her big sock. I took a bunch of old clothes that I wasn't going to be wearing anymore, cut them up, and sewed them all back together into the form of your typical Christmas stocking. Well, this took from between like 11 or 12 pm until about 4am this morning. But, once I had finished sewing the sock together, I just wasn't satisfied. Thus, I cut a superman logo from a hat and sewed it onto my sock to denote that its a super sock and better than hers so long as Santa doesn't think that I am a naughty boy and, fresh out of coal, leave me a large lump of kryptonite. Ouch. However, I still wasn't satisfied. To make it just one step better, I cut my initials out from a black pair of pants and sewed them onto the sock so that my name literally was on it. You know, for that childish claim that the person doesn't see the other persons name on it anywhere:
Kid A: "Hey! Thats my box of candies!! I was going to give them to Jamala for Valentines day!"
Kid B: "I don't see your name on them anywhere. Finders keepers."
Kid B ingests the sweet morsels of deliciously prepared cocoa treats from Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, nested deep in the sweet, dark chocolate hills of Candy Land, just off of gum drop trail.
Does it bother anyone else that, in FireFox2, there is no "ignore" feature embedded into the spell check function. Sure, you can add the word to the dictionary, but what if you don't want to do that? All of those little red lines under words like kyrptonice or Jamala really bother me.
You know what? With that I am going to go get a shower. My sister and Adam are on their way over now so I only have about thirty minutes until they get here to open presents and I wanted to finish up this song before I head into the bathroom to take the shower. I'm taking it to Seattle Espresso, in case anyone was wondering or wanted to join.
Who else is having House withdraws? This is why I don't do new things. My personality is named Addictive. Say hi next time you see him please. He likes that. Thanks.
If I talk to any of you today, I'm not depressed or angry. I just get like this when I'm tired. I just sort of shut down to the outside world. Yes, even more so than normal.
Speaking of such matters, it's nice to finally have music in my room once again. You see, I switched around my motherboard and processor setups in my main computer that had everything on it -- in fact, my only operational system outside of my tablet pc. In the process, the processor waterblock started to leak -- my computer is water cooler rather than air cooled since Arizona is so God damn hot. Thus, I had no way to cool my computer until a new one arrived, and therefore no music being that all of my music is on my computer and then my computer just plugs into my receiver / a set of semi audiophile headphones. Anyways, the basics from that paragraph are merely the fact that my primary computer is up and running and I have music again.
So, its Christmas morning right now, for those of you who weren't aware of said factoid. I read it on the inside flap of my crispity crunch this morning. Lame movie humor, no better way to start off such a fantastically lovely morning. In any event, its Christmas morning. To my brain, however, it is still Christmas Eve.
You see, and I'm going to finish this story because I am actually capable of that when I am writing and not telling the story verbally, when my sister was born my Aunt Cheryl made three stockings for Christmas. One for my mother, one for my father, and one for my sister. Now, along comes four years hobbling down the road - I enter this lovely (shitty) place that most people on it like to call Earth. In any event, my Aunt Cheryl decided to make another stocking for me that would match the others that she had made four years previous for my family. Due to her memory not serving her well (she doesn't provide good health benefits so it gets kinda pissy every now and then) she forgot the exact dimensions of the previously made socks and mine was created extra big. Thus began a long, and probably never ending, feud of bitter sibling jealousy. Regardless of the fact that the sock was specifically made for me, my sister seemed to pull the older or bigger card on me quite a few times when I was younger. Finally, after several years, my mom just started splitting it up - one year I get it, the next year she does, the following year I do again, and so on.
Enter today. He's a bit late because he stopped and talked to four years ago for about two weeks, but he arrived none the less. My sister bought herself a new stocking that she saw when she was shopping. Its about 150 times the size of the former heavy weight (the stocking that was made for me). Well, as everyone who knows me knows, I prefer to fight fire with fire - after all, fire is so fucking cool.
The first plan was not to take the one that was made for me, the former big one. The victory just isn't sweet when the prize you won wasn't even wanted by the other person. Its kind of like one of those things where kid A makes fun of kid B and kid B doesn't give any reaction, its just not fun for kid A to keep teasing kid B any longer and after a while kid A finds a new victim. If that made any sense at all to you. However, this just wasn't brutal enough. That is like fighting fire with water, just eliminating the entire situation altogether eliminates the joy she gets out of having the bigger sock that she thought that I wanted, but it doesn't instill any joy into these shriveled up joy lungs.
Plan B. While it was far more time consuming, the outcome is great and the reaction that sister will yield will be amazing. Score for me. Basically, instead of taking the smaller sock to eliminate any joy that she might have otherwise taken, I made a bigger sock than her big sock. I took a bunch of old clothes that I wasn't going to be wearing anymore, cut them up, and sewed them all back together into the form of your typical Christmas stocking. Well, this took from between like 11 or 12 pm until about 4am this morning. But, once I had finished sewing the sock together, I just wasn't satisfied. Thus, I cut a superman logo from a hat and sewed it onto my sock to denote that its a super sock and better than hers so long as Santa doesn't think that I am a naughty boy and, fresh out of coal, leave me a large lump of kryptonite. Ouch. However, I still wasn't satisfied. To make it just one step better, I cut my initials out from a black pair of pants and sewed them onto the sock so that my name literally was on it. You know, for that childish claim that the person doesn't see the other persons name on it anywhere:
Kid A: "Hey! Thats my box of candies!! I was going to give them to Jamala for Valentines day!"
Kid B: "I don't see your name on them anywhere. Finders keepers."
Kid B ingests the sweet morsels of deliciously prepared cocoa treats from Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, nested deep in the sweet, dark chocolate hills of Candy Land, just off of gum drop trail.
Does it bother anyone else that, in FireFox2, there is no "ignore" feature embedded into the spell check function. Sure, you can add the word to the dictionary, but what if you don't want to do that? All of those little red lines under words like kyrptonice or Jamala really bother me.
You know what? With that I am going to go get a shower. My sister and Adam are on their way over now so I only have about thirty minutes until they get here to open presents and I wanted to finish up this song before I head into the bathroom to take the shower. I'm taking it to Seattle Espresso, in case anyone was wondering or wanted to join.
Who else is having House withdraws? This is why I don't do new things. My personality is named Addictive. Say hi next time you see him please. He likes that. Thanks.
If I talk to any of you today, I'm not depressed or angry. I just get like this when I'm tired. I just sort of shut down to the outside world. Yes, even more so than normal.