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| Killing Time |
| 03.16.04 (8:39 pm) [edit] |
I execute watches.
Analog
Digital
I think I even managed to topple and crack my grandmothers sundial.
Its not on purpose and I hate the fact that I seem destined to destroy my chronomiters. But because of my regular and systematic destruction of the time pieces I now only wear what's available for $6.00 and under.
I do have one relatively ''nice'' analog Winnie-The-Pooh which I only wear on rare occasions seeing as how it was a birthday gift, one of my favorites, and as stated above, I kill watches.
I bang them into walls.
I let them drop into water when they aren't water resistant.
I lose them in cans of paint thinner.
I run over them in cars (accidentially)
The point of all this sharing is that I was making tea tonight as the weather here is wretched, and when I went to pour the hot water into the pot, I spilled it and scalded the back of my left hand.
Not badly, the tops of my fingers are tender and typing makes the skin feel hot, my guess is that the epidermus is irritated and damaged and the stretching of the skin is making it harder for the light burn to heal.
However the hand is healing: my watch however is not simiarly fix-able. And I had splurged and bought an $18.00 watch this time too, figuring that it would take the abuse I seem to dish out and keep on ticking. Or flashing or glowing or whatever it is that it does.
The hot water apparently boiled away and cooked alive the digital works of the clock.
First time I've killed a watch that way.
Guess I can now add
"Boiled one to death making tea"
to the list of ways I have killed time.
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| YAHHHHH TBLOG IS BACK! |
| 03.15.04 (9:51 pm) [edit] |
Its amazing how much you take something like t-blog for granted until it's taken away: abeit for a good cause and seeing as how it's free there's nothing really to complain about. But I so missed this yesterday. Probably cos I was surrounded by family at my brothers party (which was fine) but I don't know there's something about your younger sibling hitting the milestones first that's a little odd.
He's married, been married actually for nearly 5 years (YAHHHH).
Is looking to buy his first home
has one brand new car and one very nice used truck.
has graduated.
Now I've done other things but I've not reached any of those milestones.
AND HE IS YOUNGER THAN I AM.
*deep breath*
but that's okay.
It is.
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| Wooo I'm bushed folks. |
| 03.13.04 (7:40 pm) [edit] |
Gosh I'm sure I had a witty and insightful thought to share but I'm pretty sure it fell asleep at the keyboard.
I'm going to go now so I don't do the same.
Oh, and seeing as tomorrow's by brothers b-day I doubt I'll have any time to type anything meaningful in here.
Woooot.
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| Woooo Dragons! :-D |
| 03.13.04 (7:22 pm) [edit] |
Your a wind Dragon! Hey, you, the smartest dragon
of the branch. You love reading and writing,
but are quite shy. Your IQ is probably sky-high
and your stories can win trophies. Your not
very good in sports, or maybe you are, and just
not inrested.. You are very wise, smart, and
kind.
What elemental dragon are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Ohhhh dragons. Somehow I'm not surprised by this. ;) After all, people tell me all the time that I'm full of hot air :-D
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| Heros Among Us: Are You a Memorial? |
| 03.12.04 (8:06 pm) [edit] |
I got to thinking about that title this afternoon as the History Channel was featuring a program on Raoul Wallenberg. This is someone I'm slightly familiar with as I did research on the Righteous Gentiles and am facinated with the stories that I find about ordinary people doing extrodinary things often for total strangers.
Here was an unassuming individual with no real physical prowess, no handsome features to lure Hollywood into making a movie of his life as they did with Oskar Shindler, and yet by taking the oppertunity to shuffle papers and issue Swedish Immunity passes from his diplomatic post in Budapest this man was able to save [i]100, 000 [/i] Jewish lives during Hitlers Final Solution.
One man, saved 100,000 lives. On the Yad Visham in Israel there is a engraved plaque that reads "To save a person is to save a family". I'm sure that there are so many others too that risked so much for others that we don't know about.
Case in point: My mother worked for a time at an Assisted Living center as a "Life Enrichment Coordinator" and knowing my love for the stories of the Righteous Gentiles she brought me this tale home as it was related to her by one of the residence there.
There was a family (the father and brother had been conscripted into the army during the last desperate attempt to keep the allies out of Germany) consisting of a mother and her daughter (the resident in the Assisted Living Center) who were hiding a Jewish mother and her teen-age daughter on their farm. The girls were of like age and the woment too were closely linked in their years. The Germans apparently had a neighbor ''inform'' upon them that they were 'hiding' Jews and officers of the S.A. were dispatched at once to check this story out.
At this point, the two Jewish women, mother and daughter were taken by their German hosts out to the barn and hidden above the pig-pen in the barn. The S.A arrived as the Germans got back to the farm house and there they were vigorously questioned by the two men. Finally in an act of outraged frustration they took the mother and her teen-aged daughter to the side of the barn ( remember that the other mother and daughter are hiding in the loft above the hogs) and they backed the young girl against the side of the barn and had her spread her legs.
The officer asked the German mother where they were hiding the Jews.
She told them, weeping and choking, that they weren't hiding Jews.
The soldier shot between the daughters legs with his riffle and the ground there shattered and flew up into the young girls face.
Again, the officer asked the mother where they were hiding jews.
She fell on the ground, at his feet, sobbing that they weren't hiding Jews.
Again the rifle's report sounded and again the earth stung the teenagers face.
And again.
And again.
Until the SA were convinced that the mother was telling them the truth. And left.
After some time, the mother and daughter who had been hidden, came out to comfort and hold those that had hidden them. There were tears of relief and of disbelief and they clung to each other.
"Why" the Jewish mother asked, as soon as words were able to be spoken "Why did you lie for us, I know that you are a devoute Catholic. . .why do you lie to save us and sin?"
"Oh" said the other mother "Oh but I didn't lie," she grabbed the arms of the woman she had been willing to risk so much for.
"You aren't a Jew. . you and your daughter are Jew[i]esses[/i] and . .more than that .. .you are my friends .. "
Amazing, where you can find heros. Mom found this one in a Assisted Living Center, far away from the public. When she dies there will be no marker of stone or glass, no memorial. I was saddned when I thought of that, and of all the other people living and dying and doing great and heroic things that lack markers and memorials. And then the thought came: If I remember her, and her story and I tell it to others, then in the remembering and in the telling I become a living reminder of her heroism.
I have purposed to become a memorial.
Will you?
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| And I Thought Barking Was For the Dogs |
| 03.10.04 (7:26 pm) [edit] |
It really makes customers *JUMP* when the clerk says 'suse me' and then turns her head and coughs so violently that she nearly doubles over. I know this because that clerk was myself today.
There are dry tickling coughs, and there are the hacking coughs, and there are the tee-hee coughs of supermodels. And I'm sure there's a whiney-farm boy cough too. I mean he was breathing bacta for a while and it's got to come out somehow and I just pray for the sanity of the other SW characters he coughed it up. I don't want to think about the other ways he could have. . .too late.
Anyway, back to me. My cough is none of the above. It's this semi-sentient thing that roars in my throat and drowns out all logical thoughts, it brings tears to my eyes and I have once or twice refered to it as ''prelude to hacking up internal organs''
This has lead to a barage of well intentioned advice given to me by the customers.
"Lemon tea and honey"
"Cough drops"
"Lavender and hot water in a steaming bowl. Put it under your head and inhale the vapors while holding a towel over your head so the vapor doesn't excape."
(Yes, I can see me doing this now while trying to find the green book about God for the customer on the phone.)
The long and short of it is, that while I have this unsettling cough everyone in the world seems to think that I need to get rid of it.
But what if I like it? Mmm? Maybe it has world domination plans of its own; prehaps the cough and I have formed a symbotic relationship and I realise now that I will one day
RULE THE WORLD
due to the fact that my cough distracts the key leaders long enough for me to sieze control. . . .
Nahhh.
That's got to be the cold medication talking.
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| Writers Delight Is Also Writers Headache |
| 03.08.04 (6:42 pm) [edit] |
The good news is that I have someone interested in a piece that I am writing, along with my mother who is also a writer, about flags, banners, the history and symbolism therein as it pertains to worship in the churches today as well as in times past.
Utterly marvelous.
The bad news is that all the free notes research etc have to be in a compelling format by this Friday.
Not impossible.
:shock:
I keep telling myself that its not impossible.
:shock:
Now, I just have to believe it.
:shock:
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| DECIDE LUKES FATE *UPDATE* |
| 03.07.04 (11:45 am) [edit] |
New Decide Lukes Fate Banner Images Available Upon Request.
Also, for premium Participants *special* ''hidden'' page of facts and factoids about the character I love to hate now available.
E-mail me @ the site for more details.
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| Some Thoughts On Aragonelessar's Thought Pertaining to Purpose Driven Life |
| 03.07.04 (9:05 am) [edit] |
It's probably the writer in me that asks the question "What was this authors goal when she/he wrote the book?" and then "Did the authors intent get taken out of context or marred by the audience?"
With [b]Rick Warrens [/b][i]Purpose Driven Life[/i] I can say with some measure of confidence that the answer to the first question is something along the lines of the [b]intent[/b] was the same as Robert McGee's [i]Search For Significance[/i]. That is, to enable those asking themselves the question "What am I here for? Is there more to my life's destiny than this day-to-day plain vanilla exsistance?" to set out along a path to the answer "Yes, there is more."
Like most journies of this kind the searcher has to begin and for the most part stay alone. Not that fellowship isn't a nice thing to have in fits and starts along the way but to really understand the reason you are here, at this time and in this place, you have to draw aside and listen to yourself and to Christ. There can't be your pastor and your parents and you best friends and you little brother and sister tagging along.
Why?
Because in the multitude of voices you aren't going to be paying attention to the two that matter; yours and His.
So Rick Warren's intent was not that this become a ''group'' exersise but rather a solitary walk of faith where by in coming together there is encouragement and building-up of one another but no pressure to be on the same page at the same time.
Great idea. Wonderful idea. You can tell by the sales of the book that has consistantly been on the New Your Times Best Seller's List for over a year that it has struck a chord in the hearts of the public.
But like every great idea, the merchandisers get a hold of it and say "Look, if we make this a Bible Study and a Small Group event and we market it as an 8-week sermon course then we can 'reach' a greater audience and at the same time pocket even more $$$."
The slight problem that the [i]Purpose Driven Life[/i] was never [b]intended[/b] to be a group exercise. But for the sake of ''reaching'' more people and making more money it has become a church/religious clique'.
Like all cliques the danger is that those not wanting to participate are branded as not-quite-up-to-par or less-than-holy. [i]The Purpose Driven Life[/i] has become a dividing line, seperating those that ARE doing the program (which wasn't suppose to be a program) and those that ARE NOT.
A house divided against itself can not stand.
It was meant to unite an individual more closely with their Creator, and instead of that unity it is bringing division into the church.
Don't blame the author.
Blame the sin nature.
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| SpyWare and AdWare Rants |
| 03.06.04 (8:41 pm) [edit] |
I thought that some individuals were being rather overly protective about their computors when they talked about the ''spyware'' that certain sites put on your machine.
Okay, I know 90% of you out there are grinning and thinking ''what a rube'' but hey, I was naive', trusting, and really just so totally un aware.
Anyway this is really just a 'for those as naive' as myself' FYI and site reccomendation.
Spyware are programs that certain sites download onto your computor (sounds rather invasive and annoying but sorta like cookies; but they are not) This type of program records your every mouse click, every site you visit (Big Brother is INDEED watching you) and then sends the information across the 'Net to the companies that put them on those sites to begin with. Once they have this private information of yours they begin sending you SPAM.
And not just any spam, TARGETED spam and things that you might not ever want to have information on either. Wind up on the WRONG website by being silly enough to try typing the address in brouser bar and WHOOPS you never meant to go there! But the spy ware program is allready downloaded from that site to your personal pc and sending that company lists of where you go and what you click on and you are overwhelmed with offers for things you are quickly wishing you never knew exsisted.
Like giraffe flavored denture adhesive.
The second problem is adware. Adware works on the same general principle as spywhere but instead of watching where you go it acts like a parasite, triggering ads from its host-client whenever you enter or leave a site.
Both steal your bandwidth while doing this, making surfing for dial up users slower than normal while also taking up room on the hard drive and for those connectiong via DSL or satellight taking space on the hard drive and even reconfiguring home page settings to those that are ad-driven.
Not even symantic has an adquate defence against these dual annoyances, but thankfully LavaSoft DOES.
Not only is the program an armor against burroughing and bandwidth steeling adware, it is FREE. That's right, FREE. Follow the link I've put up and download from their page and then follow the instructions and you will free yourself of annoying pop up windows and SPAM. I have noticed a decrease in it immeadily.
I also had 152 that's right 152 ad-programs on my hard drive that Lavasoft's Ad-Aware deleted.
For the spyware problem I reccomend highly the free program ''spywareblaster'' which works like the ad-aware. I don't have the link to them at the moment but I will put it up tomorrow.
Hope that helps some of you.
I know it helped me.
Thanks 3DZealot for the ''enlightenment''.
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| Back from the Dead. . .or Atleast Temporarily Available Due to Cold Medications |
| 03.05.04 (8:24 pm) [edit] |
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Ooh someone missed the Luke rants. Well there's another one fermenting (along witht he cold medication) in my head. But for now, go and DECIDE LUKES FATE, it's all-new-all-updated and all-far-too-much-fun. As was that illegal use of dashes. My English 215 Prof would lob my hands off for this entire paragraph. Quasi-paragraph. Okay, Am going now.
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| Sounding Deeper |
| 02.16.04 (8:05 am) [edit] |
Mark Twain:
To get the right word in the right place is a rare achievement. To condense the diffused light of a page of thought into the luminous flash of a single sentence, is worthy to rank as a prize composition just by itself...Anybody can have ideas--the difficulty is to express them without squandering a quire of paper on an idea that ought to be reduced to one glittering paragraph.
I'm sure everyone knows how Mark Twain got his puesudonem, but have you ever considered what that name really means?
It means ''safe waters'' or ''safe passage''.
Here's a thought for you writers out there:
Are you going to make a safe passage for your readers or would you rather let them flounder through a stormy sea of ideas and thoughts?
A plus with the safe passage idea is that *you* the writer are in control of the voyage.
A storm has the advantage of letting the navagator grow stronger in adversity but then too, you can wind up with a ''man over board'' and have the reader put your work down and not come back to it.
Thoughts?
Let me hear em.
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| Thoughts on Writing |
| 02.15.04 (7:59 pm) [edit] |
Jessamyn West:
Writing is a solitary occupation. Family, friends, and society are the natural enemies of the writer. He must be alone, uninterrupted, and slightly savage if he is to sustain and complete an undertaking.
Its true, sometimes you have to run away from the world to write for and about said world. I don't know though, this past year I think I have been afraid to be alone with my own thoughts. They are so loud I think that if I went somewhere to hear them, somewhere without the distractions and attractions of family and friends I honestly believe I would terrify myself.
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| V-Day Stressed You? Need A Good Laugh? |
| 02.14.04 (8:15 pm) [edit] |
Release the supersonic psychopathic stealthy cyborg deer that are immune to bullets!
Release the radioactive supersonic demonic chickens armed with machine guns!
Release the armored regenerating psychic sheep that can interface with electronic devices!
Check out the Evil Animal Minion Generator and laugh till it hurts!
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| Not a V-Day Poem But One Of My Faves :-D |
| 02.14.04 (9:28 am) [edit] |
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Shelley.
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| For Those That Find Each Day A Battle .. Remember. |
| 02.14.04 (12:45 am) [edit] |
It is not the critic who counts,
not the one who points out how the strong man stumbled
or how the doer of deeds might have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred with sweat and
dust and blood;
who strives valiantly:
who errs and comes short again and again;
who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions,
and spends himself in a worthy cause:
who, if he wins knows the triumph of high achievement;
and who, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those
cold and timid souls who know neither
victory or defeat”
-Theodore Roosevelt
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| ADVERTISING And I'm not getting paid either ;) |
| 02.12.04 (8:24 pm) [edit] |
For those that want an online soapbox/diary/rantzone there is no better place on the net that I have found than Tblog. Here’s what you get from them for FREE. That’s nothing, nada, zip, zilch, zero, and goose egg.
(1) Secure password and account format so only you can rant on your blog.
(2) Customizable template for the actual BLOG (change the ratio, color, amount of posts per page)
(3) Tblog $$$ to purchase add-ons to your web journal or soap box or journal (you earn tblog $ by posting comments on other blogs, blogging yourself, and recommending tblog to others)
(4) Hit counter that lets you know how much traffic you are generating
(5) A community of other bloggers to support and encourage your own form of self-expression.
Plus, it’s a wonderful way to share your angst, beliefs, or day with others on the web. And come on, how cool is it to know that in the space of a week, 800 people have read what you’ve written. Blog about politics, blog about school, blog about work, blog about writing or reading or anything you like.
But blog soon. Blog hard. Blog often.
I just was asked to review a site for a friends newsletter that reaches about 35+ people and I chose, ofcourse, to rave about my new soapbox. Hmmm, wonder if I can get tblog$$$ for this.
;)
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| Imperials . .. |
| 02.12.04 (7:32 pm) [edit] |
Time for another rant about SW. Oh, you'll get used to it, I promise.
Remember whiney-whiney farm boy? Sure you do, Mr. "I want to go to TOSHI station and pick up power converters" well he was down right annoying enough to make me miss out on the Imperials in the first trilogy the first time I watched them.
Thankfully since I wasn't born when the first three were out in theaters orriginally I didn't have to shell out major $$$ to sit in the theater and watch the the Imperials after he finished whining.
No, I just had to buy the VHS ::refuses to pay those prices for DVDs of ANH, ESB, ROTJ:: to get my fill of crisp talking brittish accents and well played Admirals in their dark uniforms.
I was impressed first of all by the Imperial Battle Cruisers. The first one rolls across the top of the screen in ANH, blasting away at the tiny little spare-parts vessel that Leia Organa Skywalker is in. I remember thinking "Wow is that little ship in trouble'' as the scene wore on.
The shape of the ship is vagely remincient of actually military battle cruisers today but with obivious adjustments for the void and some lumpy tack-ons that make it look just 'otherwordly'.
I think another reason that I love the Empire, its characters and its battle craft is due in large part to writers fleshing them out. They become more human and more 3-dimentional in books like [i]The Paradise Snare [/i]By A.C. Crispin who gives a reason as to how Han Solo would know how to put on Trooper armor and even how Troopers think and work. Tie fighter pilots take their own air with them into the TIE fighter because you find out in the books that the Emperor was too cheap to pressurise the cabins.
Thanks to the writers, stressed students like myself can escape the pressures of midterms and wonder if life is any better as a lowly ensign on a Battle Crusier in a galaxy far. . .far away.
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| Changing Tactics |
| 02.10.04 (9:20 pm) [edit] |
Remember when I said that I was going to elaborate on the LOTRs application I had going on with work and life in general? Well I've decided not to; for one thing the analogy isn't working, and for another I don't know that I want to be splashing dirty laundry couched as it is, all over the 'net. Anyway I was going over my courses for this semester and realised that I don't want to take any of them. Blah. I'm late getting started as it is but please, I don't want to take Industrial Relations or Soc.101. Why is it that I have to jump through all these hoops to get what should be mine by right of intelligence anyway? I do not have any intention of going into the study of Soc. or of negotiating settlements between labor and management. And yet either the one or the other is required for my major.
Why?
Why does college do this? I honestly am beginning to believe the old apprentice/Master system was best.
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| When A Hero Measures Up to His Hype |
| 02.08.04 (8:54 pm) [edit] |
This is an interrupt to the ongoing ''LoTRs'' rant, which will be completed tomorrow.
I'm sure all of you have had that moment when you are fortunate enough to meet someone that your really admire and for a split second you almost wish that you weren't going to meet them; life has few illusions left and meeting an author or an actor or a sports celebrity in person will likely shatter your last surviving ones.
However, today was not one of those daydream shattering days.
I met Timothy Zahn at a bookstore where he had come to promote his newest SW book.
I was delighted to find that he interacted with the audience there on an even-basis, beginning the three hours we were there by sharing how he got started as a writer and his background in Physics and the higher sciences. He shared his early struggles and getting the 'requisite' 400 rejection slips from publishers before finally getting a story into Analogue.
From there he moved into the question and answer time and it was exciting to see that the questions posed to him were not only intelligent ones but they varied from “How did you name your characters” to “Did you want Mara and Luke to get together?” to “How does your background in science help you to write science fiction?”
I digress at this point to mention that I hadn’t gone to the signing alone; I had dragged my mom (who has always loved going and meeting authors with me and getting their books signed) and my good friend Aragorn Elessar as well. This is important because the highlight of the whole day came in the form of my mother asking him the question: “Are you a civil war buff?” which is an odd question however after being taken aback slightly he admitted that he was and then asked “Does it show?” Several behind me agreed and I grinned at him from my spot in the audience, but mom wasn’t finished yet. She floundered a moment and then looked to me and point blank asked, “What was it you were saying in the car” or words to that effect. A perfect opening for me to jump in and speak to Zahn myself. A chance I would never have taken, not being the bold one that she is.
I can remember the flush of blood running to my cheeks and then opening my mouth as he looked at me, half expectantly. No more interested than anyone else in hearing my part of the story but still it was an opportunity. I remember telling him that I really was struck by how he added honor and integrity to the Imperial characters he created and pointed out how much they reminded me of General Lee in their gallantness and charisma. I also said that I loved the way he gave the Imperials a humanness that Lucas lacked and how much more sympathetic they were then they were in the movies. I was giddy as I finally shut up and he smiled and moved on to the next question.
But he came back later to the point I had brought up about flat characters and two-dementinal villains as well as how he wanted the reader to be conflicted as to who to root for in an epic battle as that was a good thing to have done to the reader.
I learned so much from Timothy Zahn today; I learned that he approaches storytelling the same way I do, plot first and then characters. I learned that an author who honestly loves his audience will connect with them on the level they approach his/her work.
He talked warmly and affectionately with those asking Star Wars questions and just as warmly and interestedly with those asking writing and general questions. He took time to sign every book brought to him, no matter which of his tomes were selected. He even signed a book poster promotional for a young guy who had Star Wars tattooes.
He treated all of his fans there with respect and with a measure of warmth which is refreshing to see considering his celebrity status.
The other group of people that made the day were the men that came in costume, the 501st division of Storm Troopers. They in their excellent gear interacted with the audience and I had a great time talking with them and taking photos. They were one of the highlights of the day. Zahn appreciates them so much that his newest book, “Survivors Quest” is infact dedicated to the 501st.
So today I met my hero, and he was better than I had hoped.
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| Fellowship is Broken ( Beginning Rant ) |
| 02.07.04 (10:23 pm) [edit] |
In the movie adaptation of Fellowship of the Rings, there is the moment when Boromire gives in to the temptation of the One Ring and tries to take it from Frodo. Its one of the most heart wrenching moments in the book as well as the movie.
For the best reasons he is tempted beyond what he can bear and he makes the mistake of grabbing for what isn't really his.
Sometimes life does imitate art, and it is at work. The owner of our store has grabbed for what is not hers, namely the time and talents of our manager. She is motivated out of fear, fear that the store isn't doing well, fear that she is getting too old to be doing this, fear that she is being duped by her employees and getting ripped off by her staff.
Boromires fear broke the Fellowship. Her fear has broken out fellowship.
The manager Tina, like Frodo, is taking her talents and her gifts and leaving, going alone (or semi alone) on her quest to find the proper use for them. Thankfully their proper use is in minstring to others, not melting in the heart of Mt. Doom.
She's not quite alone, as Sandy, our faithful Sam, is quitting at the same time that she is. Like Sam, Sandy takes nothing from no one and rallies to defend even the weakest and most trembling member of the party from both internal and external enemies. She is truely someone that might not be able to bear anothers burden, but she will willingly carry them in prayer.
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| No Photobucket!!!!!!!!!!! |
| 02.06.04 (3:42 pm) [edit] |
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Well thats just lovely.
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| New Back Ground |
| 02.05.04 (10:11 pm) [edit] |
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Well, I followed the links from the main page and viola, I have my new and spiffy background up. I reccomend going to the host they are highlighting if you can't afford to pay for web picture hosting here. As for myself, being a student and looking for a new job, I CAN AFFORD NOTHING. Free is in my price range. If that ever changes, I'll start paying the $1.99 a month here. :-D Till then, I am using photobucket.
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| Blind Ally(s) & Dead Ends |
| 02.05.04 (8:49 pm) [edit] |
Websters Universal College Dictionary defines a 'blind ally' as the following.
n. 1 "a road way that is open only at one end. 2. a situation or path offering offering no help, oppertunity or reward."
It defines a 'dead end' as n. 1 a street, coridor etc that has no exit. 2. a position with no hope of progress."
That just about describes my job to a 't' at the moment. I mean its one thing to go into work and give 100% or more and know that you are a well-liked and valuable member of a team.
But what happens when your manager is quitting?
Well, it puts everything on this rocking, sliding foundation that at any moment will buck under your feet and send you to the edge and then into the drink of having to look for a new job.
Atleast it works that way in retail.
There is no way that I am staying where I am when the manager is gone. For one I'm senior staff which means all the crud that my manager handled will now come crashing down on me.
Less pay, more work.
Not only that but the store where I work we are all tightly knit staff.
So manager goes, I get more crud to deal with, then another staff member will go and everyone with sense will begin to bail.
Encluding myself.
Yes, we are rats, smart rats leaving a sinking ship.
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| Hero Machine |
| 02.04.04 (6:28 pm) [edit] |
Added a new [b]link[/b] over there as you can clearly see. Its an awesome place, basically it is a character template program that allows writers/artists/procrasti nators to quickly set up and image and color it.
Make yourself into a SUPER HERO, annoy your friends by making them into WEIRD ALIEN THINGS and then post them on your own web sites.
Warning, this site is very addictive and the early version is A FREE DOWN LOAD.
:-D have fun mortals.
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Thanks to Aragorn Elessar for the kick-ass background and header.
See?
Giving the gift of plastic Orlando Blooms does have its rewards.
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