Ok, whatever plauge this is going around again… GO AWAY!!! The sinus pressure is enough to make me want to take a drill to my head to drain it out… (No, No I would never actually do that.. but GAAAH it sure seems like a nice pressure release tactic…) Toss in the probabl fever… No I didn’t check it but I am going from sweating to freezing off and on. Then toss in the achy lower back, and overall weak feeling and I’m pretty sure I’ve got some bug or someting… Probably sinus infection again… God those seem to start earlier and earlier every year…
In other news… I think I had one of the most disgusting moments in my life this morning…
I put my shoes on got in the car and drove to the Dr’s Office where I stopped to drop off payment for a bill. As I approached the building I felt something in my shoe. At first I thougth it was just a stone or even a coin that might have fallen through a hole in my pocket. I was ready to ignore it. Yet, as I went to take another step the object in my shoe moved. and by move, I don’t mean it shifted… I mean on its own accord, under its own power… You can imagine the shock and the knee jerk reaction of jumping. Well when I landed I could still feel the lump of this formerly animated object under the arch of my foot. I immediatly returned to the car and removed my shoe. I examined my sock to find it coated in a gooey yellow substance of unknown origin. Dangling from this viscous sludge was a pair of large black legs. I then proceeded to shake out my shoe to find the other half of my invader. As the front half of an extreemly large cricket fell to the ground, its innards trailing behind it, I suppressed the urge to vomit. I then rummaged for a napkin to attempt to clean the putred bodily fluids from the bottom of my now yellowing sock. The entire rest of the day each and every time I took a step I swear I could feel something moving in my shoe…
Tonight my shoes are in a new location hopefully far from and invaders.
One of the I.T. staff stopped by while in the process of doing a physical inventory of fax machines.
“You know, I get the impression this hasn’t been done in a very long time.”
“Really? What makes you say that?”
“Well, I have 3 fax machines here listed for Collins 126″
“Hmmmm, I’m not familliar with 126… what room is that?”
“That’s the womens restroom…”
“HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“You know, if they can have fax machines in thier restrooms, we should get network jacks in ours… 
”
(if you ask me, that would bring a whole new definition to I. P., or rather an old definition… 
)
Side note,
If he is correct, this would mean this inventory he is working from was taken before the remodel and renumbering 13 years ago. I actually think it was done more recently. I would bet it was performed on paper, and when it was entered in the computer the really bad penmanship was misread… It’s happend before…
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Today I have been feeling a little productive. I repaired the leaky faucet in the kitchen, and replaced the old antique door knob/latch that has lately been falling apart more often than I care to repair it. After that though I was sitting in the living room and still felt some creative juices flowing… so I got into my collection of foam pumpkins, and pulled out one and went to work on it.
The results are below:
(more…)
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Today while driving back from getting my hair cut I suddenly had this strange feeling that I was late for something. I glanced at the clock and saw it was 12:15 and started laughing. 12:15 is when I try to be at the FOF garden by for parade. I’m such a creature of habbit. How scary is that, it’s a weekend day, and 12:15, yet I’m not in garb, and am driving a car and I STILL feel like I’m missing the events at the faire.
Yup I’m a dork…
Oh gee what a shock, there is a song stuck in my head. Here it is…
Westering Home
Chorus:
Westering home with a song in the air
Light of me eye and it’s goodbye to care
Laughter and love are a welcoming there
Pride of me heart my own love [or: Isle of heart, my own one]
Tell me a tale of the orient gay
Tell me of riches that come from Cathay
Ah but it’s grand to be waken at day
And find oneself nearer to Isla
Chorus
Where are the folks like the folks of the west
Canty and couthy and kindly, our best
There I would hie me and there I would rest
At hame wi’ my ain folks in Isla
Chorus
Now I’m at home and at home I do lay
Dreaming of riches that come from Cathay
I’ll hop a good ship and be on my way
And bring back my fortune to Isla
Chorus
The original Ohio faire plan has changed. I’m going to have to look over things and see what can be done to still make it there this season.
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Ok, I stumbled across this site today:
http://www.axapirate.com/
and have been laughing myself silly watching the videos. Go there. Laugh. You know you want to!
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Wow, I’ve been updating our public internet stations out in the library the past few work days. Normally I avoid those stations like the plauge. Mainly I do so, becasue I am avoiding the students. Today I once again realied why I avoid the students. They are incipid, mindless creatures who seem to lack the ability to form a sentince that does not contain the work “like” or a profanity. One highlighted converstion between three students, 2 female, one male is as follows:
Girl 1: “She’s such a B _ _ _ _!”
Girl 2: “Oh I know! I Like can’t believe it, she like sucks in her flab even in pictures to try to look hot!”
Girl 1: “What a B _ _ _ _!”
Guy: “Oh come on shes like a total hottie!”
Girl 2: “Shut the F _ _ _ up!”
Girl 1: “You are like such a buck chuck!”
Guy: “What the F _ _ _ is a buck chuck?”
Girl 2: “Total buck cuck!”
Guy: “B _ _ _ _ what is a buck chuck!?!”
Girl 1: “You are!”
Guy: “I am not!”
Girl 1: “Oh yeah, then what does it mean!?!?”
Guy: “You!”
Girl 2: “Yup total F _ _ _ _ _ _ buck chuck”
Ahh I have such faith in the human race… no wait… no I don’t…
Our revels now are ended. These our actors
As I foretold you were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
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