12:07am: Random Personality Thing Number Whatever Plus Fuck This Shit

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And I'm going to stop doing all this crap so much over on LJ. We'll see. I like this facebook thing a lot right now.

4:09pm: I Think I'm Changing
I've been thinking lately. Thinking about things. Complex things and simple things. I must say that the more I've been thinking about things, the fewer things seem complex in my mind. I've been thinking of myself outside of myself. I've got today and tomorrow off, and not much to do in those two days, so I am planning on using the bulk of both days to train and meditate on everything.

I'm going to find the cause of my ignorance.

5:10pm: Obligatory Personality Test CVI

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2:05am: Obligatory Personality Tests CIV and CV

LJ Interests meme results

1. beatles:
   The Beatles! The overall best and most influential band in history, who continue to make waves in the musical, cultural, and philosophical world to this day. They have some nice tunes.
2. commas:
   Commas, commas, and more commas. I've always been fond of commas because I use so many run-on sentences, lists, and verbose descriptions that go for probably entirely too long. Commas make these less painful for anyone who is unfortunate enough to read what I write.
3. executive dart set:
   My mother gave me the Executive Dart Set as a birthday present. No lie. This thing is totally real. If you don't believe me, ask another X-Dartset fan -- oh, say, Cliffy. He'll tell you.
4. ishtar:
   Only one of the best and most misunderstood movies of the 20th century. Warren Beatty and Dustin Hoffman reverse their typical roles as heartthrob and not-so-heartthrob-type, respectively. So, in case I've confused you with my 1:44AM description of the situation, that means that Warren Beatty is not cool and Dustin Hoffman is. The musical numbers are hilarious in a way that is precursory to Ben Stiller's comic stylings, and the plot is just plain cute. Funny movie.
5. meaninglessness:
   Really, there's not much to say. Meaningless things are everywhere, and if you don't think you like or think about at least five hundred meaningless things a day, well, you're fooling yourself. It's all in the mind.
6. new york city:
   I haven't been there in ages, and I wasn't there for long enough when I was, but somehow I miss the place, and the tales I hear of its
   Disneyfication" make me sadder than they should. Still, I need to see for myself sometime soon...
7. puddles:
   C'mon, you never splashed in a puddle before? One of the most perfect sources of pure joy available in the waking world, in my opinion.
8. spirituality:
   Anything that has a spiritual connection to me, personally, I am interested in. Like fighting and playing guitar and long sentences and vacuuming at work. And singing in the shower. Anything that makes you feel more alive than you probably should.
9. traveling:
   I love any kind of travel. I love buses, cars, trains, planes, and, most of all, my feet. I love the highway and the backroads, the suburban streets and the paths one finds in the urban sprawls of the world. I love not only getting to someplace, but specifically the transient period during which real life occurs. That's magical.
10. x-com:
    There's no way for me to explain this to you, nor is there any way for you to properly understand it, unless you have played the game yourself. But then, if you have played the game, you know why I fidn it interesting, so it defeats the purpose of the explanation.

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2:03am: Heeeeeeeeeeeeey It's Comin' Back
Okay, I'm back for a bit now. Seeing as how it's been a long time, there's a lot I could write here. But that would require me to make notes and be really thorough. I just don't have time for that right now. So let's just do a quickie recap for now and get on with our lives again.

I'm still working at Books-A-Million. I still don't have a car. I still owe a lot of rent. I still need more money so I can give it to Aleese for stuff that is needed for Riverson. I'm still living in Henderson, in the curiously-named Apartment of Joy. I haven't played D&D in a long time now, and am thinking about playing a bit in the near future. I'm still training, with some new techniques and some old; I don't know where it's going, but it's going and sometimes that's all that matters. I'm learning stuff again, which is good, and I've been writing poetry again, which, even if it's not very good, is good for me as an outlet.

I still need to get the beef of my data from J-Ray, which means I need to go over there with my computer sometime soon. I need to get some stuff from Cliffy when I can get a clear shot at going over to his apartment during business hours. I need a printer. I need underwear and socks again.

Now I'm going to go post the you-know-what that comes after a lot of my posts and then collect myself. I have to really collect myself these days, as there's so much more of me to collect than in times past. How curious.

3:31pm: My First Day as a Dancer
Well, I'm definitely not paying rent this month, because I only have $98 left in my account until Friday. I'm going to try to save all of that which I possibly can, for when I have to get a car, move out, and do other stuff that requires money. Since Aleese and I are gonna move into separate places, I've gotta decide where I want to be for the next patch of time. I really want to stay in Henderson, since I'm attuned to the place and such, but she's talking about moving into a place in Jackson. Then again, Henderson/Jackson isn't a big long distance, so it might not even really be an issue. I guess the first thing is to get a car, which will probably require me to 1)pay my old fine for driving without a license, 2)pay the fine for not surrendering my license to the Highway Patrol within 30 days of its being revoked, and 3)get a new driver's license. Then, I guess they'll make me get car insurance, for at least long enough for me to get a car title, then ditch it after the first month. But also is the matter of finding a good, fuel-efficient car. Something like an old Honda would be great, since they are pretty much the best. I'll just have to explain to Mr. Page that I can't pay rent right now, because I'm trying to save money to move out and get a car and all that, and that after I can do that, I can pay him back more every month than I have been able to with him charging me $350/month for this crappy apartment.

If anyone has any leads on automobiles or places to stay that are nearby Henderson, leave a comment. I could use some information aside from what I've been able to find out myself, which is very little.

Now, I'm off to Will's Dorm to try and pick up a pair of crapold headphones to replace mine which were inadvertantly stripped last night by my sizzling hand techniques.

I really hope he installs that Clown Head Thing like I told him he should.

3:46am: Along the Appalacian Trail
Well, I checked out my Livejournal and, after reading the new apparent posts, I happened to notice I had a little typo in my latest, where I misspelled "meager." No big whoop, maybe nobody noticed it, I think. So I start up Semagic and hit the ol' Edit Last Entry, and fail to notice that soulseer is ready to log in instead of spikebenimble. Boy, that's a faux pas I won't make again. By the time I had realized what I had done, I noticed that this latest entry was one that I hadn't seen on my friends list. Maybe that's because Aleese didn't want me to read it. Well, now I'm a bit intrigued, so I read it all.

I'm not grown up? I took responsibility. I got a job and I took the stress and the burden of paying bills and trying to feed us. I was grateful to those who helped me and didn't hang every thing over my head. You don't need someone who can't support you, et al? I find you massivel ungrateful. Despite how you want to make things look to your friends so that they'll take pity on you, your opinion of the matter is warped. I have been supporting you, and even trying to empower you so that you could have your own income and do your part for a change. I've spent $255 on materials in the last month so that you might have some source of income and not have to go out into the damnable, bitter world that I see every day. So you wouldn't have to deal with customers, complaints, and corporate evil.

I get griped at at work on a regular basis. I have to deal with people who are hateful just because they can be. I have to bite my tongue, because if I were to speak out, I could very well be fired. I have hitchhiked to work for the baby's benefit and yours. I did things that you know you are far too weak to do yourself. I did things that hurt me, I cried, I despaired, and I took the brunt of the pain so that it wouldn't reach you or Riverson. When you were pregnant with Riverson, you burst into tears in the parking lots of the places you said you intended to apply for employment. You have some nerve. You, who are so sheltered and, in my opinion, spoiled.

As for getting mad about your foray with you over your family a couple of weeks ago, I had every right to. You know I hate the way James drives, and I don't feel it safe enough for my child. Yeah, remember? I'm part of his life too. And when he is draping his criss-crossed wrists over the steering wheel of a lumbering mass of metal to steer it down a winding backroad while going way too fast, I prefer for my son not to be in the vehicle, thank you very much.

And if your family members or friends have anything to say to me, they are well-advised to take them up with me, personally, instead of trash-talking me behind my back, as has been their way until now. Not that it's any of their business anyway, mind you, but if they have a beef, they really need to take it up with me next time.

As for you accusing me of cheating on you with anyone, that is what hurt me the most out of all the anguish you've been putting me through for the last seven months. As much of a stigma as cheating has cast over my life from day one, you think that I make my father's errors? Speaking of which, you refer to me "going out drinking" like it's something I do. A guy who buckles under three shots of rum doesn't exactly have a diamond-studded liver. Speaking of drinking, my drinking your precious Route 44 root beer wasn't a big deal -- deal with it. If you wanted another so bad you could have stopped at the Sonic that we passed just after you complained about the first one -- you were driving. You just look for any excuse to make me look like the horrible human being -- and now, horrible father -- that everyone thinks I am to begin with. I really appreciate that after I've been trying to help you so much in the past two years, really.

As for my "secret notebook," you admitted to me when we discussed it, that you had something like that when you were first pregnant with our son. I hadn't known about it until then, and I didn't feel any need to pry about it anyway. You call me paranoid for thinking your family hates me, when you accuse me of cheating and then, I dunno, writing some kind of "I Hate the Mother of My Child Manifesto?" I mean, what exactly is that about?

I suggested we separate because you need to learn some responsibility, I need to learn how to take care of my son better (like changing diapers), and we need to change if we're going to be any kind of a pair of parents for our son. I have been trying to help you, not bring you down and throw you away. I don't want this life where our son has to listen to us talk trash about each other all the time, so much that he turns bitter and won't even give one parent or the other a chance anymore. I don't want to have to fight over custody, child support, and visitation. Visitation! Like in a prison!

I wanted to get you some kind of therapy so you could deal with your trauma. So that you wouldn't pass it on to our son. So that we might be able to live together. So that you wouldn't go back to cutting yourself. I noticed you didn't mention that in your little happy sunshine post. Didn't bother telling your friends that you started mutilating yourself again? You need help, Aleese, and if you think I'm the problem here then you are sadly mistaken.

I just hope that when you rob me of all my rights as a father, my son will have some moment of clarity later and come to see me of his own free will, just so that maybe he can get to know me as I really am (however that may be), instead of some grotesque image that you have planted in his mind. Maybe someday I'll have a son. Maybe I won't end up like Earl and be telling someone years down the road that I "used to have a son." I love him more than anything, and if you make me fight you over him, I will.

10:22pm: O! How the Earth Undulates in Time With Your Step!
I went to Matthew's Meager-livin' Commune yesterday and played guitar with him and ate delicious vegetarian pizza made by none other than Regina. We watched part of Legend of Drunken Master before I left, on foot, down Highway 22a, a rather quaint little patch of the Roads. I hit the crossroads and immediately shot down Highway 100, a very nice patch of the Roads, if I do say so myself. I think it took me about three-and-a-half hours, but it was a simply lovely journey, what with the perfectly gibbous, harvest moon hanging so low in the sky. I had my glasses, so I could see the stars clearly, as well. That's one hell of a way to get home.

The night before that, I went to the Downtown Tavern in Jackson with Matthew and Ricky, and Cliffy was working, so it was a lot of fun hanging out and joking and drinking the tiny amount of rum it took to knock me off my rocker. Molly, my favorite bartender from Logan's, works there, so with her and Cliffy it's a nice atmosphere. I'd like to go back again sometime in about a month or two and hang out some more.

I talked to Kennetta the other day about fixing my schedule so as to cram all my hours into three very long days a week. She said she'd give it a shot for me, though she thinks I'll get burnt out if I do it for too long. It should be okay, though, because then I'll have four days off a week, less expenditure for gasoline, and I'll be able to be with my son. Though I might end up doing a little bit of work elsewhere with a day or two of that time, because I need money.

1:16am: Photobucket is Cool

And here's a picture of my baby.

My walks through Henderson at night have been surreal lately. Last night I went out on my first leg of a walk, out to Mitchel Lane, and fell asleep on what used to be my old garage. I woke up and realized that there weren't so many clouds in the sky before and I must have lost a couple of hours. I went back into town and took the grid, going from East to West rather than the usual way, and I kind of enjoyed the difference in approach to my normal walk, though groggy I was for a bit. One thing I have got to say, though. One of those new roads that they're making off of Barham Avenue is full of mud at its mouth. If you're walking along and it's rained within the last day or so, steer clear of that road. It hasn't been paved yet and it's horrid. Then if you stick your feet in that mess, you step in little rocks and gravel and it will stick to your shoe and just be uncomfortable. And that's how Galbraith is made to be uncomfortable. When you have mud and rocks on you.

This dog followed me all the way from Williams Road down to Hill Avenue. He was real sweet and I petted him, but I just could not shake the pooch. I hope he found his way back to wherever it was he was from instead of getting lost in Henderson.

Last week I worked a double on Friday to get out of working on Saturday, so I could go and play D&D with Cliffy and do birthday stuff for him. Oddly, I felt really energized after that double shift, instead of feeling drained and frazzled like one would expect. I think I'll ask the managers at work if they can schedule me for those more regularly, so I can get more days off and have fewer trips to Jackson for work. If I could work it so I could work three long days a week, that would be awesome.

2:36am: HIGHWAY BLOOD!
First off, let me say that while I was hitchhiking, I wish I had been intelligent enough to take this route to/from work. It's only 22.95 miles. It's all in the Bypass, man, I tell ya. There's no telling how many more miles it was the way I was doing it, going straight down Highland and turning when I hit Vann Drive. I'm ashamed to even look it up.

Despite this past folly in my routing method, I'm thinking of hitchhiking or just hiking to work once or so a week, just to save some money on gas. As I take my nightly walks through every street in Henderson without a flinch in the sense of endurance and time, I realize that I built up some special resistance during my time on the Highway, and I'd hate for it to atrophy into what I now see as my once-meager walking prowess. I know that sounds like madness to all of you who already considered me to be one hell of a walker, but this is just how it is when you do it more, evidently.

Now let's talk about the change in seasons. Boy, am I glad that Spring is finally here. With Spring comes new life, new possibilities, and my hair (again). I've had several new ideas for Bareknuckle Slug, a few of which I am refining and a few of which have already made it into the first season bible. I need to pour more of my willpower into this, because working on it again has reminded me how much I loved the creative process and the challenge of writing up episodes. Then there's the matter of the pilot (not Jack, the one that goes on tape). I'm thinking that when I get it taped, the network to submit it to will be Spike TV (what a great name for a network, eh?!), because now that I think of it, that would be better than Comedy Central, because then I won't have to make every episode completely silly and/or funny, and I can just go with the damn flow. Plus, they're still pretty rough around the edges, so if I can get the pilot taped maybe this Spring, I can start making calls and pestering people.

I'm hoping to play some more music with Cliff E. II soon, as the last time was a very fun experience that really woke some good parts of me up from a long sleep. I've been picking up my guitar more lately and I think I may break my long lull in composing music. My main problem with creative processes right now is trying to balance them and decide which ones to really focus on and which to just handle later.

Of course, there's also training, and I'm supposed to train with Matthew Morrow, a co-worker of mine, Wednesday. I'm trying to get more strength in my fingers, and I realized a few days ago that the muscles in my right hand were stronger than those of my left, and I finally traced it back to how I shelve magazines. I've got to remember to use my left hand more so that I can balance them out again, because the right one is pretty beefy now, but the left one still looks like it belongs to a human.

Now that I've gone into some of the important stuff that I was thinking about, let's talk about work at Books-a-Million. Man, I'm so glad whenever I can go there. It's weird sometimes, with all the customers and their dumb/weird/asinine questions, including the all-time favorite "do you work here?" At the same time, though, I tend to enjoy customer service. Don't ask me why. It's satisfying to me. Yesterday the Retards From RGIS came to the store to do inventory and so those of us who came in at 8:00 AM were basically just going behind them and straightening up, putting the voids they tossed into the floor in totes and labelling them, and putting up with them when they would bellow "SKU check!!" to get us to look up a damn ISBN when the barcodes wouldn't scan, even though the stupid number is printed right above the barcode in 98% of all cases. For the first five hours it went so fast and it was great, but just after I got back from lunch is when we all just got deathly sick of the whole business. Somehow, though, we managed to make it and now we're going out of business because RGIS voided every book in the store, effectively shutting us down.

Just kidding. But that would be funny, wouldn't it?

I could use some conversation. Somebody should IM me and talk to me. I can talk about movies.

4:21pm: Obligatory Personality Tests CI, CII, and CIII

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12:07am: The Files Come Out at Night
It's good to be back on the internet. I've still got to catch up on Homestar Runner, 8-bit, and other various comics. An annoying thing is that I can't sign into Yahoo! Messenger because it won't take my password(s). I can get into the email account, and all other aspects of mrshowertouchie, but I can't fucking log in with the messenger. Hopefully I can troubleshoot it and get back in somehow, because I have a few old friends on Yahoo that don't use other IM programs. Some assface somewhere probably put a bug in their database or something and they lost 40 million dollars in the network.

Speaking off assfaces, these assfaces in my apartment complex are really starting to piss me off in a whole new dimension with their shitty parking antics. This one dude who's apparently not a complete fucking shitcretin had the good idea to have Mr. Page paint lines to stave off some of this bullshit parking, but that was two weeks ago and that lazy mothershit still hasn't done crap about it. Plus I think that asswad should assign each apartment (there are 16) ONE, count it, FUCKING ONE parking space. The rest should be considered "guest" fucking parking and up for grabs on a first-come, first-served basis. These assholes shouldn't even have more than one goddamn car per apartment. If they can afford that, then they should move the fuck off of this shithump known as 463 White Avenue. I'm sick of having to walk either six apartments down to get to my fucking front door or, worse, yet, having to go across the parking lot through all the shitty puddles to get home. And the worst ones are the fucking Mexicans that live across the lot.

Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against Mexicans in general. In fact, I'm always happy to hear their music drown out the shitty gangsta rap and what-those-retards-think-is-heavy-metal from the other apartments. But the real goddamn crux of this motherfucker is that there are like six of them living in that one little two bedroom-ass apartment, and if my time at Logan's Fucking Shithouse taught me anything, it's that these fuckers have 3- or 7-year work visas, make around $8.50/hr, don't have to pay any tax, and have new fucking cars while I'm hitchhiking to and from work.

Actually, though I'm bitter toward them because of our government's bullshit in relation to corporate policies, the redneck dickbutter-on-toast family two doors down from me are living at full household capacity with, I believe, eight motherfuckers (and these are fat fucks too), and they are the biggest problem. Literally. Fucking shitheels.

Like I said, it's good to be back on the internet again. I can finally get some of this crap out of my lungs. For those of you who like the hilarious stuff, I'll close this entry with a link: My New _______ Technique is Unstoppable!

3:25pm: Obligatory Personality Tests XCVIII, XCIX, and C

2:03pm: "It's Like Some Kind of Animal Party and WE GOT THE BEARS!"
Here's a picture of Dispater taken yesterday, for starters.


I'm still working at Books-A-Million! I get to greet people, sell discount cards and be the unholy overlord of magazines. All in all, neat gig! My cable machine is all together, and it's handy. I played music with Cliff E. Laird II the other night, and that was fun. We're thinking I might be able to play with him and this other fella who have been doing an open mic night thing lately and having a lot of fun with it. I think it will be fun. I look foward to it! I'm driving Aleese's T-bird (I used to live in it a bit) to work again because her dad who's an idiot took his car that he doesn't need back. This is a welcome change of pace since a few weeks ago I was hitchhiking to/from work. One night I got all the way from Books-A-Million to the Anvil place in Magic Valley before some Christians in a white mini-van picked me up and took me the last three miles. I was really torn on whether to even take the ride. I mean, fuck, three miles. But I went with them anyway; they were nice folks.

I've been reading lots of DC comics lately, because I can check out graphic novel compilations at work like a civilian might check out books at a library. I got the Epic of Gilgamesh in stunning paperback last night, but have not had a chance to read it yet. Looking forward to it.

My lats are getting bigger.

What's the plan for the game Friday? Am I DMing?

Did I miss anything important in the six months and four days I was offline?

11:12pm: Human Hair. From My Back.
Now it's time for my pathetic monthly update! Later this month, though, we should be getting the phone turned on, so I will probably be updating more often again. We're doing pretty well right now, and my next paycheck will be big, since last week I had about 44 hours at work, and also since we won the contest for the month of December as well as three of the four weeklies. We've been getting $35 per weekly and the employees are all getting $150 each for winning the monthly contest. The contest itself depended on who sold the most discount cards, and in the above mentioned cases, it was us. Our BAM is awesome. So I've been paying down rent really well lately, and generally enjoying work.

My friend, Earl, sold me over 300 lbs of olympic weight discs, as well as an appropriately-sized bar, which itself weighs 45 lbs, for fifty bucks. Also, an adjustable incline bench comes with that. Cool, huh? I put down another fifty toward the $275 he wants for his cable machine. With these kinds of tools in my Kwoon, I'll be in excellent fighting shape by the end of the month.

At the end of this month, I'm going to put some money away in savings, so Aleese, Dispater and I will be moving out of the apartment pretty soon, as well. All in all, the month is looking pretty great.

Now for the rounds:
Will Radford: I tried to call you the other day, when I finally got the chance (I worked every day for a solid week after X-mas, and was tired and busy all the time). We got your card and, well, card. I, Aleese, and especially the baby send our thanks! Tell Beth I said hello. I'm gonna call you again soon when I get a chance. I hope I didn't program the wrong number in the phone or something...

The Guys: I'm really really really sorry I went to sleep Friday night like that. I wish I had woken up and DMed for you fellas. I hate hate hate it that I didn't. I'll try to make it up to you next Friday though, as I get off at 10 and can do a load of DMing in the setting I cooked up.

Incidentally, has anyone seen or talked to Ryan lately? I need to get in contact with him again. If anyone talks to him online or anything, give him Aleese's cell phone number.

5:29pm: The Day My Butt Went Psycho
So I have been working at Books-A-Million for a month now, and I am still enjoying it immensely. It has most of the best elements I enjoyed about working at Kroger (yeah, there were actually a few) and none of the gruelling, hard work. I have one day where I don't just relax and fall into the general relaxed flow of the place, and that's when I'm doing the magazines. Since I'm the Magazine Specialist, I am charged with putting new ones out, pulling old ones, organizing them properly and generally keeping the area intact. Even though most other employees don't seem to envy the job of handling the periodicals, I think I got the good end of the stick, because while I have to put out thirty boxes of magazines which come organized in no specific order, they have to all stock books; one small box of Fantasy/Sci.-Fi. titles easily frustrates me, as one usually has to shuffle books down, sometimes over several shelves, to make room in the alphabetized order for the new ones. Needless to say, magazines just don't give me a headache like that stuff.

After I got paid last Friday, I paid down a whole bunch of the rent that I owe, and man does that feel great. I'm actually making enough money now that the water I'm in isn't so hot anymore, and before too long we'll be paid up and can start to save for things we'll need. Pretty much the only thing that's amiss right now is that the car is busted, but for now I'm getting to work and back okay regardless, so I'm leaving that problem to those that can solve it for now. Monday night was the first time I just could not get a ride back to Henderson, so I went the way of Ford Prefect and managed to make it from Jackson to Henderson in only about three and a half hours. All things considered, that's making pretty good time.

I'm training very hard in my spare time again, helped greatly by the weight training advice of my newest friend, Earl, a fellow who frequents Books-A-Million. He taught me how to jerk a barbell loaded with 100lbs up over my head with one hand. This is one of the ways he impressed people in high school, lifting the front end of his car up to his waist. We traded techniques for a while. I showed him my thumb push-ups. He told me how he used to do push-ups with his arms stretched all the way out. Requires lots of lower back strength. I can't do 'em yet. But I'm going back into that area again, training the seldom-used areas to gain an edge, and that feels good. After I hurt my wrist the last time, I only felt safe doing 15lbs wrist curls/reverse wrist curls, but now I'm back up at 20lbs. Probably by this weekend I'll be doing 22.5 again, and next month I should finally reach 25lbs per hand. I find that a good thing to do when I'm loading totes full of magazines onto the cart every week is to alternate from left to right, using one hand at a time to lift them. It's good for the biceps and shoulders.

That's pretty much it. I'm going to see if I can find some free weights around here and do some punching exercises.

4:43pm: Obligatory Personality Test XCVIII

You scored as Lawful Good. A lawful good person acts as a good person is expected or required to act. They are dedicated to upholding both what is right and what is set down in law.

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Weird.

4:29pm: Before I Leave For Work
Here's a quick update just for clerical purposes and such. If you're reading this and want to stay on my friends' list, comment. If not, in about a week I'm going to delete everybody that doesn't comment, because I realize there's a lot of stuff on my friends' page that I don't give a crap about, written by people I hadn't spoken to for months before I lost internet access. It's nothing personal, I just need to do some damn spring cleaning, even if it is a few months late.

4:54am: An Update for All You Champions Out There
I know it's been a Long While since I last updated, and so I'd like to take a few considerations into account before the actual update.

First, to Miranda: I'm particularly sorry to you for falling off the face of the Earth for a while, because I know you probably worried the most out of everybody I know. But since our phone was cut off, I've had sporatic and very limited access to any form of communication with the outside world, and during those times that I did, it was far to hectic for me to think of it. I'll drop back into contact soon though, promise!

To Will Radford: same as above, somewhat. You don't worry so much, but I know you probably have a few ears to the ground and I hate to deprive a cluster of people I know of information. Truth is I just have not been able.

To everyone that helped us raise money when I had those buttons up: you're all important to us, and through the twists and turns of this roller coaster that we've been only lately with finances, I've thought of you all with the weight of my gratitude weighing upon me. Again, I have been deadly busy with certain things lately and have not been able to drop in on many of you or send any communiques your way as a result. This is of particular relevance to Rudy, who, when I think about it, is probably worrying about me more than I'm worth worrying about.

That being said, all is not exactly well, but my situation is at least showing some promise at last. We're still driving Aleese's puttering family heirloom, a Ford T-bird gas-guzzler with an ever-leaking automatic transmission. My mother is still being a major bother, making me think that maybe the two words should rhyme, like they look like they should. I'm still more or less estranged from my family, which is allowing me to hang on to my sanity, for now. Thanksgiving will see me borrowing Aleese's family and my blood family doing whatever it is they have planned. I was here for this last year and let me tell you, I prefer Aleese's ridicule-free family over the bullshit that my own flesh puts me through on holidays. So that's a big plus. We'll be $1200 behind on rent on the first, but I'm not so much worried about that right now, seeing as I have a job at Books-a-Million. Kayleigh put in a good word for me there and, after two months of fruitlessly applying at places all over Jackson, I finally got hired there. Of course, I don't quite think it'll be enough for us to make it exactly, but it's a really nice start, and I've worked with some civilized people (managers included) in a clean environment that is not rife with drama, drug use, and theft. I want to stick it out there for a good while, because I'm not a damned idiot when it comes to getting a fairly gravy job that centers around finding books for people and stocking shelves with magazines. The other day I was thinking that it must be what Allen always felt like, shelving books in the library and such. It is not bad. But I digress. Now for a list!

My Immediate Goals
1. Catch up on rent.
2. Get a decent fucking phone company and cheap ISP (would be lovely if I could get DSL)
3. Acquire a fuel-efficient car manufactured within the last fifteen years.
4. Convince Tim to let me use that webspace and software he told me about, because I'm not fucking with those thieving bastards who want $1000 to let me use Paypal on a website.
5. Once my stool consistency, training schedule, and family's welfare are stable, tell all naysayers to go directly to Hell, do not pass Go, do not collect two-hundred fucking dollars.

One important thing that has also been on my mind of late is my [violent] family history. There are a few things I will be questioning very persistently in the near future, in order to put a few things to rest for once and for all. Since I'm getting my own family started now, there are certain details that I would know, particularly this nonsense about the Redmonds. I'm going to go to my relatives soon and find out the non-sugar-coated version of what my grandfather was really like. There are a few bad tendencies that have been rearing their ugly heads over the generations and I can't quite place them anywhere else until I know. Regardless, I'm going to crack this wide open soon and be done with the pursuit of that worthless name.

Now I'm not sure what else there is to explain, other than the nitty-gritty specifics. I pretty much communicated how I was feeling to everyone that I knew who I thought would read my journal when I had internet access, and those opinions haven't changed one bit, only become tempered and more deliberate. My family is still top priority, and I feel better about how things are going at the moment. If anybody's curious as to the specifics of my latest misadventures or just any kind of info, it's up for discussion, but I doubt anybody cares that much. I warn commentors, though, that it may be a few days between replies if you choose to inquire, as I will have to rely on other people's internet access to reply.

12:09pm: I Bring You Pictures!

Aleese holding our lil' tough guy.


A generic picture of the young turbobaby.


Dispater yawning.

I'll post some more later when I have better ones. Go ahead and feel free to comment on how awesome our kid is. I know you wanna.

Note: To anyone loaning me money towards my $1000 mark, I can gaurantee refund no later than the third week of April, 2005. This is because I'll be getting a tax refund since it is a business expense to me.

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7:27pm: 7 Days a Father
Okay, so everybody wants to know about the baby and how everything's going, and I'm the one who's gonna tell you. All of you.

Early Friday evening we went to the Hospital because Aleese went into labor, and it all went really perfectly until about two hours after she started pushing, at which point it was determined that the baby did a corkscrew rush on the way out, rendering him impossible to deliver by normal means. After that, Aleese was prepped for a C-section, and I donned some goofy scrub crap so I could go into the operating room with her. Well, after chewing things over with Cliffy, who was kind enough to bring me some sustenence, I headed into the overly-lit room and watched them promptly pull my son out of my fiancee. They stapled the incision and I talked to Aleese a bit before tumbling over to where my son was lying in the little see-through crib thing. I filmed him some and was generally in awe of my very own baby upon seeing him for the first time. Nice and pink all over, really healthy-looking. They weighed him. 6lbs, 14oz. They measured him. 20.5in long. His name is Riverson Dispater Mosier. I'm really happy that everything worked out alright, and nobody was hurt (except for the huge gash in Aleese's abdomen, but they planned that so it's okay).

The baby was released days ago, but Aleese is going to be released tomorrow morning, so after I pick her up, we can get settled in. That's pretty much it. Sorry if I didn't do a good job updating it; the cabin fever I've been suffering from being locked up in a hospital for the past week has been tremendous. I'll post pics soon.

On a post-script type note, I'm still EAGERLY ACCEPTING DONATIONS. I have to have money to make this work, and anyone who is a skeptic may address me in comments and I will be glad to supply a complete, itemized list of why my plan is best.

Also, many, many thanks to everyone who's contributed thus far. You have no idea how hugely important this is to us.

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4:57pm: His Name is Paul Revere
Here's the thing. We need money, and after we hit our mark, we will be self-sufficient. I don't want to hear anything from anyone about how they think my plan is flawed, because it's not this time, plus I don't have time to listen to negativity now. I'm trying to get a method of making money that doesn't involve robbing liquor stores that will help me support my family. I am not asking for money so that I can buy tiny plastic men or D&D books, because that's not what's important to me. I need to raise $1000 A.S.A.P. I know this is a lot, but I'm pulling on every source I possibly can, and am hoping that Aleese and I can raise it quickly (check her LJ, soulseer, if you're just dying for specifics). This is teach-a-man-how-to-fish money, not rent money, utility money, or anything-else money. Without this, we are boned.

Nobody should feel obligated to help us in this; I'm not about that. But I do need help this time, and I'm so close. All that stands in the way is my lack of $1000.

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5:19am: Late Night Hilarity With Merriam-Webster Audio Clips
( This is kinda gross and stupid. Be warned. )

9:05pm: Do Not Call Upon Him Before You Have Passed His Sphere, Dickhead
My update consists of real-life type stuff this time, except for this:

Friday's game is (hopefully) starting at the usual three-hour margin somewhat on-schedule, I dunno. And like last week, I'm boned on foodstuffs/drinks, but I'm sure some enterprising adventurer will fix that by saving a lot somewhere. Anyway, no more time to worry about that.

My mother apparently called Aleese's mom today or yesterday just to "inform" her that she's "paying all our bills" and "I'm not doing anything." First off, I haven't talked to her in over a week; second, my bills aren't being paid - I owe $145.00~ dollars in electric bills that are due Friday with a cutoff date of next Monday. Also, she went on to tell Aleese's mom that she was paying my car insurance and for my citation, which she hasn't, because my fucking license has been revoked because I couldn't pay the citation and my car insurance expired, a moot point now. In fact, she also told her that one day she tried to get me to come up there to Jackson with her and Aleese, and that I said something to the effect of "oh, I don't have to be up there, you guys can pay it because they don't need me there for that." This is an outright lie, because I never said anything to that effect, which Aleese attests to. Of course, my mother probably thinks I said it, regardless. Who knows what events she perceives that never really happen? And what exactly was the purpose of the phone call in the first place? To make me look bad. This from the fucking idiot who scorns me for anything I do that she doesn't like, because it "reflects badly on her." Bullshit.

It just pisses me off a lot right now because my mom is being ultra-stingy with me even though she's got $20,000 that she's only slowly wasting on unneccessary crap that she buys at Sam's Club and Kutulu-knows-where-else. I'm having it rough right now because I can't find a goddamn job, the car that we have here (which I can't now drive legally) is sure to explode any minute, I have final notices coming in the mail for my utilities, we are out of food, and I have a woman who is with child that I cannot feed. I would be a little more understanding if, four years ago, my mother hadn't quit her job, been out of work for a year, and squandered most of my 34k from my ages-old settlement, all the while cautioning me on not spending my money on anything unneccessary, as I didn't have a job and it's all the money I had. Well, now it's all gone, and she's talking about buying a house in Memphis. Meanwhile I'll be here with my starving fiancee and starving son, starving.

Yeah, I'm super pissed off. And if my mother doesn't change her tune real quick, she's gonna have hell to pay.

And if my snoopy sister is reading any of this, then she can do whatever she pleases, as I'm tired of worrying whether or not she's spying on me so that she can use something against me. Grow the fuck up.

3:25am: Cucumber Madness
So this week I applied at the Henderson Trophy Shop, even though I will not get hired there. Had to give it a shot. It's always been my dream to have an easy job that doesn't involve dealing with several layers of muck or thousands of pounds of bananas every day. Even without a snowball's good fortune of being in Baator of getting this job, it has sparked my desire to get one similar which does not involve what I call "actual work." If anybody else knows of such a job not involving mindless, grueling physical labor that I might have a shot at, let me know. I do, after all, have a typing speed of 78 WPM on a manual typewriter.

And about the game Friday. I don't know if I'll have the funds to get lots of drinks like I normally do, which is pretty pathetic, but hey. Save-a-Lot has them for $1.50/12 pack of cans, plus they help you save a lot. I hope you guys don't get hollowed out by a bunch of noncorporeal undead.

And as for Will and anyone else who exists only in the ether of the internet, I'm about to (like I'm going right now) start an LJ for the game.