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Ack! My old MSU email address is dying on Friday. I've pretty much migrated away from it -- most of what comes in is spam these days -- but I've had it for almost five years, so I kind of hate to lose it.

Low-key weekend. I was feeling kind of crappy on Saturday, so I ended up skipping the GWAR show. I just didn't feel like having to drive back 100 miles at 1 a.m. Yes, I'm a huge wuss. It was rainy and foggy all weekend, so I just kind of huddled up, slept a lot, and played a little guitar. I did get my new guitar set up pretty much the way I like it, though I'm still having a bit of a problem getting it to stay in tune. It has this fancy-ass Kahler locking tremolo which is supposed to never go out of tune, so naturally it always does. It seems to be getting a little better, though, so it could have something to do with the strings not having been stretched properly.

It's been quite interesting watching the results of my poll. Of the fifteen people (besides me) who have taken the poll thus far, only lique, marigold, and majorweather answered both questions the same way I did.

Another quick question:
[Poll #21645]

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OUCH. I just banged the SHIT out of my knee on the desk. *trying not to curse out loud*

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A big part of my job is shaking down people from other departments for various things, but I've never been very fond of harassing people. If only I could use a knife or a blade or something. That's it -- I should just walk around here picking my teeth with a big chef's knife. People will be returning stuff to me before I even give it to them.

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My cursor just came to rest over my MS Word taskbar icon and that little yellow text window came up reading, "Fuck up your life with Microsoft Word." I'd totally forgotten changing that. :)

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Life in this country just gets curiouser and curiouser.

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I'm too polite -- I swear to god I am. I was at the bus stop the other day and saw some old codger trying to make small talk with a lady who was about to board the bus. She mumbled, "Yeah, yeah, uh-huh," as the line moved along. When she finally got on, the man looked at me, shook his head, and said, "She don't give a SHIT!" I laughed and said, "Obviously!"

Only one word, and I'd said too much. The guy spent the next ten minutes lecturing me about how nobody cares about anything but money. That was the gist of it, anyway, though I got lost in the details of his speech as he tried to illustrate his point by citing the arrogant posturing and mindless lyrics of rap and hard rock acts. "That's BULLSHIT!" he spat. All I was doing the whole time was nodding, smiling, and occasionally saying "sure" or "absolutely."

Finally the old man's bus came. Actually, it was my bus too, but I didn't want to continue our conversation, so I waited another couple of minutes for the next one.

My escape was short-lived, however. Today the same old dude accosted me and started on the same shit. He babbled on about how Yale and "that fag of a mayor" dominate the town and don't care about anyone. Again I nodded politely. And what do you think the fucking coot did? He mocked me for nodding like an idiot. "Yeah, yeah," he said, nodding his head slowly. "You say you understand, but you don't."

"Yeah, I'm kind of dim," I said. "You'll just have to excuse me."

"No, no -- that's not what I'm saying. Only 1/10 of 1 percent of the people I speak to understand what I'm teaching." He stepped closer. "I used to get paid a lot of money to give these speeches," he told me. "How do you think I lived to be 80 years old?"

Oh brother, I thought, nearly choking on the gin fumes he was expelling.

The bus mercifully showed up about then, and we both boarded. I made sure to head straight for the back of the bus and sit next to someone else.

I wish I knew how to deal with these types, because I think I attract them. If there's a crackpot within thirty miles of me, he'll find me and let me in on his theories of the universe.

Maybe one of these days, after I've gotten used to living in more urban surroundings, I'll be able to deal with such people more effectively. I long for the day when I can rudely scream, "Whaddya want from me, huh? I'm just tryina catch the bus here!"

salsa nightmare!

All I did was drop it. I didn't fling it or slam it down or anything. I just dropped it straight down. And this is the carnage that ensued.



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It's shit like this that probably makes people end up like that old dude at the bus stop today. That'll be me in forty years, grabbing some poor schmuck by the arm and telling him what changed my life. "It was everywhere . . ."