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My Almost-daily Journal |
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| About I love trying out new things, especially when it comes to internet technology. I never really kept a journal, but it's something that I've always wanted to do. Now, everybody will get a chance to look inside my twisted, and somewhat-warped mind.
I've also subscribed to Audio Blog, so a few times a week, I'll leave actual voice blogs. Very cool!XML Newsfeed Previous Posts
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Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Everything is Lame Wow. I'm actually sick and tired of scanning and correcting pictures. I didn't think that it would ever come to that. It has. Plus, all the albums that are next in the queue are so far whacked out of order, that I don't even look forward to touching them. There's at least a stack of five albums labelled 1978-79-80, which means there's three years worth of pictures just stuffed haphazardly into each album. Not something I look forward to sorting. Gardening has become just a memory. I hardly ever find the desire to water, cultivate, prune, spray, or fertilize. It's a shame. I usually enjoy my flowers all year long, especially the roses, which flower from frost to frost. Jeeping has become a fond memory too. Ever since Rambo died, none of us have gone 4-wheeling. I have a winch I haven't even used (I replaced my old one, compliments of Warn), and mud tires that are losing their nubs everyday I drive the concrete jungle. Web development has lost its flair. I used to love poking around the net, looking for new applications to R & D on dinofilias.com. Now, I just do minor maintenance on my current customers' sites. I'm not even lobbying for new work. I still need to do www.eatatmarcus.com, but I have no motivation to start. Bodybuilding? Sheesh. That word has a new definition in my current state: more like weight-gaining & volume-gaining. Can you say apathy and atrophy? Home maintenance/repair/upkeep/cleanliness? Shit! I'm living like a tenant. No to all of the above. Professional development/growth/stimulation/desire? Puleez. I'm so non-intellectually stimulated right now, I think I want to moonlight at McDonalds just for the sheer challenge. I wonder if they're hiring assistant managers? I guess I'd take fries, since beggars can't be choosers. Planning a wedding? Let's see. We have a hall, that we're not sure we want because of cost. We have a wedding date that's tied to the hall we're not sure we're going to use. We have a DJ that's tied to the date that's tied to the hall. We have no church, minister, priest, or even justice of the peace. No dress. No invitations. No dresses. No tuxes. No registry. No photographer. No videographer. Don't forget to add pycho-socio-economic issues that are also plaguing us day after day. Only thing I have to look forward to when I get home is jumping on the computer and laying a little ass-kicking on Unreal Tournament. And even that is often nixed if there's a UT "hero" or UT "camper" that's infecting my game play. Maybe I'll just scan some more pictures. Poor me. I'm in a spiralling abyss. posted by Dino at 3:46 PM (permanent link) |