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It makes my head hurt...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Sick As A Dog
This past week I've been suffering the effects of an extremely powerful cold which I not-so-lovingly refer to as a strain of Black Death.
It just suddenly hit me Wednesday and I was in such a horrible state that I had to skip school that night and call in sick at work Thursday. I could hardly move, food tasted like ash, coughing out my lungs, etc. I pretty much slept all day usually in stints of a couple hours. I'd be extremely cold one moment and on fire the next. What a horrible week...
Saturday I was feeling a little better so I went to work though I slept through the mandatory meeting I was supposed to go to... That pretty much sucked... Normally three people close at the deli but the third person called in sick so it was just me and another. Yeah... we were there overtime til 10:30 and I was pretty much dying the entirety of my shift... I lost my voice at one point.
Yesterday wasn't so bad as I got a little better but it still sucked.
I never get "just sick" or mildly sick.. No... it's always BAM YOU ARE SICK AND ARE DYING. At least it doesn't happen so often.
And today I find out that the essay I'm supposed to turn in is not due on Wednesday as the teacher's assignments page says but yesterday... So I'm pretty much screwed there... I had planned to work today on the essay and then fine-tune it tomorrow and Wednesday for maximum points as Monday and Wednesday's are my days off for school but no... I had to rush through this one and submit it. Bah! It would've been so good too if I had the time.
Anyways, that's my week in a nutshell and my reason for not posting.
It just suddenly hit me Wednesday and I was in such a horrible state that I had to skip school that night and call in sick at work Thursday. I could hardly move, food tasted like ash, coughing out my lungs, etc. I pretty much slept all day usually in stints of a couple hours. I'd be extremely cold one moment and on fire the next. What a horrible week...
Saturday I was feeling a little better so I went to work though I slept through the mandatory meeting I was supposed to go to... That pretty much sucked... Normally three people close at the deli but the third person called in sick so it was just me and another. Yeah... we were there overtime til 10:30 and I was pretty much dying the entirety of my shift... I lost my voice at one point.
Yesterday wasn't so bad as I got a little better but it still sucked.
I never get "just sick" or mildly sick.. No... it's always BAM YOU ARE SICK AND ARE DYING. At least it doesn't happen so often.
And today I find out that the essay I'm supposed to turn in is not due on Wednesday as the teacher's assignments page says but yesterday... So I'm pretty much screwed there... I had planned to work today on the essay and then fine-tune it tomorrow and Wednesday for maximum points as Monday and Wednesday's are my days off for school but no... I had to rush through this one and submit it. Bah! It would've been so good too if I had the time.
Anyways, that's my week in a nutshell and my reason for not posting.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
The Miami Herald.
An essay that I had to read for my propaganda class. It's very powerful.
The Miami Herald
By
Leonard Pitts, Jr.
We'll go forward from this moment
It's my job to have something to say.
They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.
You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.
What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed.
Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.
Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae -- a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though -- peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.
Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.
IN PAIN
Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel. Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.
But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.
I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.
In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.
THE STEEL IN US
You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold.
As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.
So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange: You don't know my people. You don't know what we're capable of. You don't know what you just started.
But you're about to learn.
The Miami Herald
By
Leonard Pitts, Jr.
We'll go forward from this moment
It's my job to have something to say.
They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.
You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.
What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed.
Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.
Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae -- a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though -- peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.
Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.
IN PAIN
Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel. Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.
But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.
I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.
In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.
THE STEEL IN US
You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold.
As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.
So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange: You don't know my people. You don't know what we're capable of. You don't know what you just started.
But you're about to learn.
Friday, January 19, 2007
The Busyness Of Life
Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been sort of busy with the snow, work, school, and random other stuff.
Work is going fine. I am still trying to balance that with friends, family, and school but so far so good. We'll see how long I can keep that up. I generally work from like 2pm to 10pm so trying to get together to do stuff is a pain as most of my friends don't do mornings. But I have been able to do stuff on my "off days." My off days being the days I don't work cause I have to physically be on campus. The various supervisors at the deli seem to like me and I got a 100% on my shop. Shops are when secret shoppers come and evaluate you. It's kind of a pain but Safeway demands "world-class service!"
And one last thing before I go off to work.
A fine looking young man and I won a contest for one of our videos that we did (Walk of Life). It was sponsored by the American Bible Society and we'll be receiving a $500 dollar prize which will be spent on dinner and a movie for the actors and then the rest will go to buy props, etc. for our next film. Yay!
Work is going fine. I am still trying to balance that with friends, family, and school but so far so good. We'll see how long I can keep that up. I generally work from like 2pm to 10pm so trying to get together to do stuff is a pain as most of my friends don't do mornings. But I have been able to do stuff on my "off days." My off days being the days I don't work cause I have to physically be on campus. The various supervisors at the deli seem to like me and I got a 100% on my shop. Shops are when secret shoppers come and evaluate you. It's kind of a pain but Safeway demands "world-class service!"
And one last thing before I go off to work.
A fine looking young man and I won a contest for one of our videos that we did (Walk of Life). It was sponsored by the American Bible Society and we'll be receiving a $500 dollar prize which will be spent on dinner and a movie for the actors and then the rest will go to buy props, etc. for our next film. Yay!
Friday, January 12, 2007
Last Of The Flowers
Last of the Flowers by ~SabrielDrakkan on deviantART
This is done by one of the members of my guild. I thought she did very good work. Here's the rest of her stuff.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
The Weather Outside Is Frightful
And yet again I get stuck outside in the snow. I knew I shouldn't have even bothered but the forecasts said "there will be no snow though it'll be a bit cold" and the campus site said they were still open.
First off I laughed at the radio as they said that cause it was already snowing a fair bit. Secondly the campus decided to post the notice of closure of campus for evening classes around 5:15pm... I check and left at 5pm. Bah!
Anyways... it wasn't snowing or anything til I got to the freeway. I got onto it took a look at the traffic (they had some accidents apparently) and decided that I wasn't going to make it to class on time anyways so I was just going to go to the next exit down and go back home. This was at 5:10.
I got back home at 9:30.
Yeah... took me an hour to get to the next exit (from exit 4 to exit 5 of the 405). Then I got stuck on the offramp cause of the ice and all that junk along with several other people. So I rummaged through the van (the vehicle I had ><) and couldn't find the chains. Apparently people decided that the shed was a good place to keep it. I still am baffled as to it's beneficial to do so but I digress.
I called Dad and he came down with the truck. Despite its multiple issues, it still has 4 wheel drive. We swapped vehicles cause my little sister was with us and he maneuvered his way out of that crappy place. But even that took forever to do. Had to push other vehicles out of the way, wait for the WSDOT truck to come and lay down sand, and then use his mad skills.
Even after getting from there it was an adventure to get back home as we took side streets, weaved through people who didn't know how to drive, etc.
Oh wells... I'm back home. Tomorrow the roads will be extremely icy. Going to have to see what tomorrow brings in terms of work. I'm supposed to work 2-10 but... we'll see how that'll work out.
First off I laughed at the radio as they said that cause it was already snowing a fair bit. Secondly the campus decided to post the notice of closure of campus for evening classes around 5:15pm... I check and left at 5pm. Bah!
Anyways... it wasn't snowing or anything til I got to the freeway. I got onto it took a look at the traffic (they had some accidents apparently) and decided that I wasn't going to make it to class on time anyways so I was just going to go to the next exit down and go back home. This was at 5:10.
I got back home at 9:30.
Yeah... took me an hour to get to the next exit (from exit 4 to exit 5 of the 405). Then I got stuck on the offramp cause of the ice and all that junk along with several other people. So I rummaged through the van (the vehicle I had ><) and couldn't find the chains. Apparently people decided that the shed was a good place to keep it. I still am baffled as to it's beneficial to do so but I digress.
I called Dad and he came down with the truck. Despite its multiple issues, it still has 4 wheel drive. We swapped vehicles cause my little sister was with us and he maneuvered his way out of that crappy place. But even that took forever to do. Had to push other vehicles out of the way, wait for the WSDOT truck to come and lay down sand, and then use his mad skills.
Even after getting from there it was an adventure to get back home as we took side streets, weaved through people who didn't know how to drive, etc.
Oh wells... I'm back home. Tomorrow the roads will be extremely icy. Going to have to see what tomorrow brings in terms of work. I'm supposed to work 2-10 but... we'll see how that'll work out.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
A Secure And Well-Ventilated Location
Communication is essential in our society. It gets things accomplished. Not everyone understands things the same though which can lead to interesting situations as shown in the following article.
A Secure and Well-Ventilated Location
A Secure and Well-Ventilated Location
Monday, January 8, 2007
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Pretty Fly... For A White Guy
As I was venturing out of the safety of the deli into the dangerous zones around it, some junior high girl called me by name. A little disconcerted I looked over to her and quickly searched through my fragmented memory to find if I knew her or her two friends. I didn't know them and figured that they were taking advantage of my.... NAME TAG... (curse it!). Yah... she was... Next came... "I think you're pretty fly" and lots of giggling. Which I'm still not exactly sure what it means but anyways... I smiled and quickly shuffled my way to the next zone of safety: The Bakery. I was not going to fall prey to their evil ways.
So things are going well at work. I am working full time and my schedule hasn't conflicted with school. At least my on-campus class. Work and the classes, both online and on-campus, will consume... pretty much all my time.... Yeah... I enjoy working there and the deli supervisors seem to like me. And now I have my own box cutter. Kekekeke...
Just wanted to make a quick post to let people know I'm still alive.
So things are going well at work. I am working full time and my schedule hasn't conflicted with school. At least my on-campus class. Work and the classes, both online and on-campus, will consume... pretty much all my time.... Yeah... I enjoy working there and the deli supervisors seem to like me. And now I have my own box cutter. Kekekeke...
Just wanted to make a quick post to let people know I'm still alive.
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Monday, January 1, 2007
You Can't Handle The Truth!
Quoted From Purr of Gurubashi.
An adaption from an excerpt from the movie "A Few Good Men."
Raid Healer: You want answers?
Dead Player: I think I'm entitled to them
Raid Healer: You want answers?
Dead Player: I want the truth!
Raid Healer: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has Raids. And those Raids have to be saved by men with Heals. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Hunter? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for your death and you curse the Druids and Priests. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that your death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about in party chat, you want me on that Raid. You need me on that Raid.
We use words like Regrowth, Renew, Flash Heal...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent Healing the tank. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who loots and rolls under the blanket of the very Healing I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a bandaid and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Dead Player: Did you Not heal me?
Raid Healer: I did the job you sent me to do
Dead Player: Did you Not heal me?
Raid Healer: You're goddamn right I didn't!!
An adaption from an excerpt from the movie "A Few Good Men."
Raid Healer: You want answers?
Dead Player: I think I'm entitled to them
Raid Healer: You want answers?
Dead Player: I want the truth!
Raid Healer: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has Raids. And those Raids have to be saved by men with Heals. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Hunter? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for your death and you curse the Druids and Priests. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that your death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about in party chat, you want me on that Raid. You need me on that Raid.
We use words like Regrowth, Renew, Flash Heal...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent Healing the tank. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who loots and rolls under the blanket of the very Healing I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a bandaid and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Dead Player: Did you Not heal me?
Raid Healer: I did the job you sent me to do
Dead Player: Did you Not heal me?
Raid Healer: You're goddamn right I didn't!!
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