I hit on girls that won't give me the time of day.

I want to revisit that comment from my November 3rd post. I said it out of frustration and it was quite carthetic. Things have changed for me since then. I found a girl to chat with that is able to hold an intelligent conversation without sounding condescending. It seems like we're at the same point in our lives emotionally, intellectually, emotionally and economically. We get along great and we always end up laughing and smiling so much that our faces hurt -- in a good way of course. Things are going great.

Blinder's advice on girls was very helpful even if I didn't impliment said advice properly. Apparently asking a 'good girl' out on a date after exchanging two emails is 'moving too quick'. Eh.. you live and you learn.

I'm glad I can talk to her. I don't get choked up, she doesn't laugh at me (at least not when I'm around), and nothing has been difficult to talk about. I'm pretty sure this is how its supposed to be.

I know some of you don't read the front page. But there is a link to the Childs Play Charity on the front page and I think everyone needs to at least be aware of such a charity. It was started two years ago by the guys at Penny Arcade (an online comic strip that often focuses on computer gaming). In the last two years they have helped promote gamers to donate tons upon tons of money to childrens hospitals around the world. The money goes to buy different electronic devices to help raise the spirits of the children -- Gameboys, Gamecubes, Playstations, XBoxes, games, etc. Personally I think this is a great way for a gamer to give back to society and to help children that might otherwise be stuck in a boring hospital while waiting to recover. It gives those kids happiness, which is very important in fighting any illness.

In any case they already have my money and I know it'll make a difference.

Apparently I have bad luck when it comes to communicating with people. I often get stuck trying to speak with people that just plain don't care about anything I have to say. I hit on girls that won't give me the time of day. I don't know what words to use so I often use the wrong ones. My tone doesn't reflect what I'm trying to get across. And in general I have horrible luck finding willing partipants to communicate with. Only my long time friends put up with my babbling and nonsensical grasp of the English language.

So.. game over. I give up on communicating.

We're really swamped here at work. And hiding a hippo in a cubicle is difficult work.

How is everyone else making out today?

Man I wish I had a giant glass of 2% milk and some cookies. Not only would my heartburn go away, but I'd also get to enjoy eating some cookies.

Happy Friday!

Yes, I'm a few days behind on reading journals. And I don't feel like going through all of them. So would some kind soul please condense all the good bits into a single paragraph and post it here?

During Labour Day weekend the office I work in moved to another part of the building. Lots of packing, lots of heavy lifting, and now lots of lost items.

At home I've been cleaning up my room and the office/computer room. Lots of things have been trashed, and many items will be going to Freecycle'rs.

Which leads me to my current delima. I've been spending all my time packing, and moving, and cleaning instead of working on the speech that I have to give tonight at 6:00. Its the "final" speech, and we're expected to give a 10 to 12 minute speech. Except I just don't care, and I'm seriously thinking about giving a 2 to 5 minute speech and just accepting that I'm going to "fail" this speech. Even if I do fail this speech I'll still make a B in the class overall.

So why am I so worried about it? I have a B already.. anything else I do is just gravy

Jim Carroll wrote some awesome lyrics. If you have a few extra dollars and see 'A World Without Gravity' on sale at a used CD store, I suggest buying it.

Damn what a great lyricist.

All photos 100% work safe (unless your boss is deathly afraid of dental plaster, or mutilated paperclips)

unfinished Grey Ooze. Needs a coat of flat grey to tone the shineyness down, the stone needs some paint, and a coat of clear protectant over the whole thing.
unfinished Orchre Jelly. Needs to dry, then a few coats of dark yellows applied to it. Then the stone needs painted, and a clear protectant coat over the whole thing.
Yeah, I play with chainmail too. Hope to have more stuff done sometime in the next couple of weeks.

Any other slashdotters going to GenCon Indy this year? Its just a few days away, and I'm totally psyched about it.

Rakham Speed Painting, 2 RPGA games, Killer Breakfast, Terrain building, and oh my gosh is the road trip going to be fun.

Anyone else going to be there?

I just wrote 3.5 pages on the topic of genetically modified foods (Franken foods, whatever you wish to call them). This is the second paper I've written on this topic in the last 5 years. And quite honestly I'm sick of it.

At this point I'm writing the paper purely for the grade. Screw the ethical, moral or legal ramifications of GMOs. I just don't care. 60% of the food on the shelves in the US contains a food that was genetically altered. You've all eaten a GM food product in the last week (unless you're a vegan, and even then if you've eaten soy you probably ate GM soy). And thats why I'm sick of the topic. I couldn't change the situation no matter how hard I tried. Not that I'd want to change the situation.. the good far out weighs the bad, IMO.

Chances are that I'll write another page or so tomorrow while I'm at work, and then hand the paper in tomorrow night. Its a crappy paper, but I always tend to make high A's on English papers, so I'm not worried.

My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know
Will never take me anywhere but here.
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
the strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say " I wanted it this way"
Wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.

The Weakerthans, Left and Leaving

I haven't metamoderated in over a month. I haven't had mod points in over 3 months. And here I'm sitting pretty with 5 mod points. Muahahahaha!

So who needs things modded up? And a better question, why isn't it Friday afternoon yet?

I wish slashdot would add a way for friends to tag a single comment line onto a friend. That way I could tag the Atlanta folks on my friends list. And I could tag people that listen to good music. I'd also tag the political people who only post drama about talking heads, so I'd know who's journals to generally avoid :-)

I just want to be able to put a single sentance with each person's name, that way when I go and try to slim down my friends list I make sure I'm not deleting someone that I might care about but have forgotten about.

Is that too much to ask?

Okay, anyone that enjoys good punk music can feel free to comment.

So I'm renting DVDs from Netflix again.. and I want to know if any of these bands would be worth checking out: Subhumans, Earth Crisis, or The Exploited.

Com'on, thoughts or comments? Do I rent DVDs from such bands or would I be better off renting Barney The Big Purple Dinosuar Does Dallas?