SLEEP!!!!!! :)

I guess my hellweek wiped me out. I slept most of Tuesday and conked out at 8pm Wednesday. I woke up for a few spells during Wednesday night but I was back to sleep in minutes. So I woke up this morning around 5:30 am but didn't really mind. I had sleep for 9 hours or so.

I missed receiving new copies of my comic yesterday. I actually have to sign for the comics so Ka-Blam can verify I got them. But UPS arrived when I was gone yesterday so now I have to try for today. So! Because I need to get some food shopping done I have to get going pretty soon. It's 7:46am as I write this and I expect to be at my supermarket for 8am! I've never gone food shopping that early. If I remember correctly, the local place I go opens at 7am.

I didn't get any work done on the comic as I had planned. Mainly it was because I slept so much or was pretty much a zombie when I wasn't sleeping. Making comics is a lot of fun but after 12 hour shifts it feels a lot more like work than fun.

I did sneak in some reading this morning fro m6am to 7am-ish. My Ghost Tracks book. It's pretty good so far and I've read 100 of the 300 pages.

This weekend I'm suppose to play D&D on Sunday. My friend offered to order the scenarios (we play in a nationwide campaign) but I'm not sure if he did so yet. Not sure that even if he did order the scenarios we'll get them in time. And since I'm working tonight and Friday I'll have only Saturday night to read the mod if he gets it to me. It sucks so bad when having to run a mod 'cold' meaning they hand it to you and 1 second later tell you to run it sight unseen, totally unread. Usually doesn't make for an enjoyable experience.

My parents/brother's cat has disappeared. It's been a house cat for years when my brother lived here. He moved back in with my parents and took the cat with him. Well, there is always foot traffic in and out of my parents' house and the cat started running out when it could. It has been gone for a day or two at a time but this time it's been 4 days. I guess it was last seen nearing the road at the front of the house. My brother was somewhat bummed out but summed it up to the cat asking for death by going near the road.

Okay! Food shopping in 5 minutes!

Later!

Hell week over and FIRED!

Phew! 66 hours in 7 days. I write this before going to bed slightly and then getting up around 5pm.

Various things that happened over the past several days:

Saw a gorgeous lady entering the pizza shop next to the comic store I worked at on Friday. I was receiving my order when her and a group of people entered. I think they may have been her fa,ily or something. She almost had one of the looks that say "I've been recognized" but I didn't know her. She looked like a super-model. When a lady makes a pair of jeans, sneakers and a (tight) t-shirt look good you know she's good looking. Long curly red hair and was push'in 6 foot tall. YUM! And she caught me looking back at her when I was outside heading back to the comic shop. Oh well.

Working 6 hours at the comic shop wasn't too bad but it sucked in that it was a commitment and it gobbled up my free time. But my friends were in a slight jam so I helped out.

Got my friend pretty good this morning at work. He's a sick bastard and came over to a group of us with one of those long, wooden cotton swabs - the kind that are around twelve inches long. He announces loudly that 'they' are doing random climitia (spelling?) checks. So I grab the swab, push it down inside my underwear by my groin and pull it back out. I then threaten to rub it on my buddy's arm to which he scampers away with a 'uuuuggggh!'. But I chase him down and rub it on his forearm to which he screams in disgust. LOL! It got a good laugh from the crowd of guys.

Got my book titled Ghost Tracks. Again, it's about my parents' friends The Warrens. They are paranormal investigators. I've read about 18 pages out of 300+. So far, it's mostly what I know already.

On a very sad note, Mr. Warren died just a few days ago. He was in poor health after a coma several years ago so it's not unexpected but still sad. In a way, he was sort of a mentor to me in that I have read most of their books and learned a lot from his writings. I had only met him two or three times but he had a fairly big impact on my life when it comes to paranormal stuff. I shall miss him.

The draft to the fantasy football league I keep winning happened the other day. I had to throw myslf on the mercy of my friends in order to get most of the team I wanted. I needed to sleep during the draft so one of my friends got what players for me that he could from my list. I am satisfied with the job he did. Soon, I'll be playing to win the championship for the third year in a row. I think my friends are getting sick of me saying 'dynasty, dynasty,dynasty!' LOL!

We have another draft for a second league this Thursday. I have to work that night so I'll miss that one too. :( Drafting is second only to winning the whole league in what I like to do.

I'm back up to 2nd place in my fantasy baseball league. I THINK/hope that this is our last week and then the play-off's start. If I can stay in second place I believe I get a 'bye' meaning I skip the first week of play-off's and let the lesser teams duke it out for survival. My goal for this league was to finish with a trophy - 1st, 2nd, or 3rd. So far, I'm in a pretty good position to achieve that.

And finally, since I can't remember anything else. My brother got fired from his job. This is the brother I bought the house from, not the one that lives with me. The fired brother has been looking for a new job that uses his heating and air conditioning schooling. He's in what seems like the final round of candidates for what could be a really good job. I think the place would start him at $4 or $5 more an hour than he is currently making. Well, he thinks his (then) current employer got wind of this because they called him up and told him not to report to work anymore. When my brother asked why they said something to the effect of that he couldn't do for them what he said he could - as in his training and such. My brother shrugged it off and didn't care. He was already sick of digging ditches for them and doing stuff that didn't use his schooling.

So that's all I can really remember for now.

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Tried to post this earlier today but had internet problems. Them seem to be solved - for now.

I've known this for some time but I'm really not an outdoor person. It's pretty nice out, sunny, a little about 80 degrees, a small smattering of clouds to make the sky interesting. And here I am and have been the whole day - inside. And on my computer other than some minor chores.
I will say that the sky and trees are about the only blue/green color combo that work for me. I find the green/blue combo usually fairly hideous on almost anything else.

Found out last night my internet was on the fritz. I didn't bother with it til this morning because it was late last night. I spent about 30 minutes on the phone with a tech to get the situation fixed. Some sort of security issue like my ISP wouldn't work or something. But he got it going and I'm happy now.

Bought a book off Amazon today. I found it at another also but when everything was said and done, the total prices were about 50 cents apart so I went with Amazon. I had never heard of the other place.

The book is Ghost Tracks. It follows/updates previous investigation by the Warrens. They are ghost hunters/investigators. They've been friends of my parents for over 30 years and I've met them a couple of times. I liked them very much. Their organization is NESPR - The New England Society for Paranormal Research or something like that. NESPEr.net I think it is. I'm looking forward to their book. I've been meaning to order it when I first noticed it a couple of months ago and finally set aside money to do so.

Sara updated her blog again. It's a fun story she tells.
http://sarasdarkness.blogspot.com/

Ugh, not looking forward to the next 5 days or so: Tuesday (tonight) work 7pm tp 7am, Wednesday work 7pm to 7am, sleep most of Thursday during the day but have the night open, Friday work at my friends' comic store from 10am to sometime in the afternoon 'til around 4pm to 6pm, Saturday work 7pm to 7am, Sunday work 7pm to 7am, and Monday work 7pm to 7am. Collapse and almost die on Tuesday. LOL!

So pretty much, I haven't gotten jack diddly done on the comic lately because of a similar schedule. I did redo the digital files so that the book will have issue 1 and 2 and also the combined story in one 48 page monster. It's got to do with having more product out there for the trademark as opposed to anything else.

Man, the Red Sox suck right now. Sweep by arch rivals the Yankees during a hugely importantly 5 games series at home. With something like 40 games left to play, it's going to be real tough to make the play-off's now.

Played Magic the Gathering with some friends last night. I play silly decks. I like to make the table groan & complain with the cards I play. Winning is secondardy. Although I did win twice out of 5 games or so. We still have fun with the game and it's nice to use my cards again. Back in the heyday of Magic about 8 years ago I invested hundreds of dollars in the game. It feels good to use them again. But because I don't have a lot of newer cards I am sometimes at a disadvantage.

Looks like getting a Bengal cat is a no go for me. But then again, maybe not. The local lady is essentially getting rid of her current breeding cats and already placed the cat I really wanted. Her kittens are out of my price range at $800 or so a pop. I might go as high as $150 but that's it. The lady asked if I wanted two of her other cats but while I liked them overall, I didn't like them enough to take one.

So I mention this to fellow poster at a comic book forum. She got me interested in Bengal cats because of the pictures of her cat she posted. Yeah, I know, I've could've gone the gutter route here but I'll use the word cat instead of the other word. So! I've never met or seen this girl but had gotten in discussions with her about Bengals and sought some advice from her. Now she mentions that she might be talked into almost giving me a Bengal if her cat is pregnant. I would have to cover the costs of shipping and fixing the cat. I must admit though, shipping an animal seems so cruel. I can't help but think of a small, helpless kitten scared out of it's mind crying to get out of it's box/cage wanting to be with it's family. Guess I have a soft spot for cats.

So nothing really exciting to say today. Just the mundane stuff that gives me some joy and what'll make these 'the good 'ole days' in the future. I can live with that. :)

Small rant

I'm getting real sick of people saying "I don't have the time'. I usually get really upset over this because most people that do have the time - single people - are usually the ones that usually say this.

The truth is that for these people, whatever activity they say "I don't have the time" for really means the activity is not important enough to them to make time for. There are some people that are busy to the extreme and all cases are individual but I really don't understand why people can't just say "It's not important enough to me".

I can't recall my old TRU manager saying he didn't have the time to exercise but it became a sudden must after he had a heart attack and heart surgery. He lost something like over 100 pounds. I remember talking to him about this and he said 'it's either do it or die' with a big smile and laugh in his voice. So whether he had the time or not before, he certainly makes time for it now.

I guess "I don't have the time' is just an easy out for people that really don't want to deal with or be invloved with certain situations. I have no problem with this but just don't essentially lie to me by saying 'I don't have the time'.

BTW - this is directed at no one in particular, just happened to see someone on a forum or something and say 'I don't have the time...'.

Murder in a small town

Yeah. Seems this local kid in the next town over murdered this young girl (16) from my home town. It really sucks. The kid - innocent til proven guilty - is only not guilty until the authorities find the hammer he used to smash her head in. I know at least 4 people that know the murderer - two are my 20 year old nephew and 18 year old niece. The murderer, a 20 year old apparently joining the Army, murdered this girl at his house or hers, I forgot which. From what people are saying he's going to go with the insanity plea. The people I know that know the kid said he's a douche bag and scum since they've known him.

My first thought of when I first heard this was 'why is a 20 year old hanging around a 16 year old girl unless he's trying to get into her pants?' It may turn out that way to but it seems there is no evidence of that yet. I get the feeling he wanted 'some' before going into the Army and tried to take advantage of this girl. She resisted and he killed her.

The town the girl was killed in has had only 3 murders in 50 years.

It's a fairly weird feeling to have someone from my hometown (maybe 5000 to 7000 people) murdered.

Yesterday at the comic shop wasn't too bad. I stayed awake fairly easily having snuck in a 2 hour nap before having to be there. I forgot I also have to cover for them this coming Friday also. So they are paying with a 'brick' of Heroclix. Those usualy sell for $6 a pop to me ($8 to others) and contain 12 packs. I opened 10 and got jackshit for valueable figures! So I was kind of pissed. Normally you get 2 to 6 valueable 'unique' figures.

Man, my big paycheck disappeared fast. Actually, it's sitting in front of me uncashed - be doing that Monday. But I've got it budgetted out already. Here's the run down: $50 for the cable bill, $40 for local & long distance phone bill, $45 for the natural gas bill, $30 I owe someone, $15 to finish off electric and car insurance bills ($200 from previous paycheck didn't fully cover them), $150 for credit card bill, $115 for a comic printing order, $100 for my IRA, $40 for my Post Office Box, $60 towards new safety shoes for work (actually, I will get reembursed for these but until I get that check the money is gone) and $70 for weekly food & gasoline and $10 (a week) for my nephew's college fund. I get $29 to spend.

My brother that lives with me got a new job that he starts Monday. He'll be working for a company named Precision Camera or something like that. They were recently somewhat noteworthy in the news. They repaired the digital camera of Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie's close relative (a brother or something) and the camera had pictures of their new baby Shola or whatever his/her name is. An unscrupolus employee downlaoded the pictures and tried to sell them on Ebay or something. It made news throughout the scab sheet papers and TV shows like inside Edition and whatnot.

Sara needs to update her blog more often. :P

Rumors of a furlough at work are making me a little uneasy. The rumor is that 6 people from each crew will be gone for a number of weeks. The good news comes in two forms though. It's only a rumor so far and I have a buffer of about 8 people below me on the senority list on my crew. Still, I don't want to see anybody lose their jobs for any amount of time.

My brother G (I have three brothers) bought a DVD of a Neil Young & Crazy Horse concert from 1978. I believe it's called Rusted Nail or something. Anyways, Star Wars was huge at the time and Neil has all of his roadies dressed up as Jawas from Star Wars. Jawas (if you're from another planet) are midget sized scavengers dress in a full body cloaks and have glowing eyes. Well, his crew are normal sized guys so they look more like 'the Family' from the movie The Omega Man (a favorite). So it's really weird seeing these giant Jawas running around the stage and are fairly prominent throughout the concert. Two even dance across the stage in front of the band.

During a break for the band there were announcements for the crowd. These were pretty funny. Someone was told to call their dad at the hotel because he was very worried. Another was to say that the acid was NOT poison! LOL! It was only 'poorly manufactured' and the announcer recommended that if concert go-er's were going to use it then only take half the tablet! WTF?!?!?!?! LOL!

Forgot most of my recent dreams. One did have me shopping at Wal-Mart though.

I've got music blasting the whole time I've been writing this. Some various stuff like Skynard, Godsmack, Kittie, and now Rob Zombie. So now i want to go sing. It's a talent i don't usually tell people about but my family is fairly musical. My oldest brother was a DJ and also did tech work for a fairly large local radio station some years back, my sister's been ina band for numerous years and my brother that lives with me plays bass guitar. I have a harmonica and do some singing. Which is what I'm going to go do now.

Later!

more drama at the comic shop

So this employee that works Saturday mornings for 3 hours tells the owners that he doesn't want to work this Saturday. This is apparently becoming a somewhat common thing. If I recall correctly, this is the 2nd time in 3 weeks he doesn't want to work. It's the only hours he puts in at the store. He's also a friend of the owners and mine too but not a close friend. So now the owners are scrambling. One is going on vacation and the other works 12 hour shifts for the Coast Guard as a supervisor. He also drives like an hour + each way to/from work.

So for now, I volunteered to work this Saturday. And it'll be a killer. I work Thursday & Friday nights. I get out at 7am Saturday morning and currently am scheduled to work at the store 10am until 6pm. They stay open to 8pm normally but I said no way. It's always dead on a Saturday night and I will be up for about 23 hours straight. I did tell the owners I want actual pay this time - not just a store discount. I probably could've pushed for more but I settled for 4 boxes of Heroclix. They retail for $8.

On the funny side of things. One of the owner (T) had put on a video that he had downloaded from the internet. He had it pretty loud and when we decided to play some Heroclix he lost his attnetion on the video and accepted our invitation to play. It got busy since Wednesday is new comics day. Well, at some point the video ended. Or at least, the paintball part ended. At some point I happened to look up and see a guy stripping on the video. Not paintball or nothing. Just a guy stripping at a strip club. Seeing how gay jokes are a constant at the comic store I just put my head down at seeing the guy's bare ass and then full bodyshot from behind and didn't say a word. I knew I would take a beating from my friends about it - So Jim! You're the only one to notice a naked guy dancing!.

Nope, I wasn't leaving myself open for that one. So I kept my mouth shut and kept playing Heroclix with them. So some time passes and the stripping music is still blaring away but the other three guys haven't noticed because we're so intent on the game. I notice the video again. Didn't say anything. Then a few moments later I'm a little shocked to see full frontal nudity of the dance dancing around and then a blonde - hot looking from the back - enter the picture and start giving the guy some quick oral sex. That's when I spoke up. I said something to the effect of 'oh man, look what's on the screen,' with a sort of 'this is going to be trouble' voice. The owners immediately got up and turned off the video.

I thought it wasa funny incident but T didn't think so. He was really wooried about it and i can understand why. I believe everyone in the store during the striptize was an adult but still - you don't expect to see a dancing naked man with blaring sound right above the new comics wall. LOL!

So for the rest of the night T was all worried but we still kept cracking jokes. D made sure to say something to the effect of 'Jay sees a cock on the screen and runs towards it,' which was escatly what I was trying to avoid bearing myself. LOL!

If any customers saw anything nobody mentioned it so it's possible only we saw it. But it would be funny as all hell to hear what they thought if they had seen it.

Nothing great for dreams. :(

Saw the movie Descent. It's about a group of young women that go spelunking (cave exploration). The clips looked pretty good. While I did chunks of the movie it did get overly 'Hollywood' in many parts to the point of where I had to stifle laughter. I guess one character was suppose to be a lying bitch but she was otherwise a strong character and I liked her. The main character I was so-so on and really didn't care if she lived or died. The other characters were actually fairly decent.

I got nabbed by the super loud shocker noise in one scene. As a viewer, you know it's coming but it was so loud and in your face on the screen that I actually cringed somewhat.

I had some problems with the antagonists in movie. They were entirely consistent with what they were protrayed as. So you had some scenes where it was like - whua? you're kidding me and the film lost big credibility during those scenes. I liked the concept of the bad guys but the exeuction for shock value and 'wouldn't you hate to be in THIS situation' only made them pretty unbelievable in parts. It also had some standard Hollywood cliches like the bad guy isn't really dead and attacks after taking bodily harm that should've killed him.

I also totally disliked some of the fight scenes. The coordination seemed cool but the almost strobe light effect made it really hard to tell just what the hell was happening. I asked myself a couple of times 'how did they get there?' or 'what just happened?'

More drama on a comic book forum I frequent. There was some drinking at bars after the biggest comic con of the year. I wasn't there so all this info is from two people posting there about this. This one girl is trying to get into mainstream comics but is a rookie on the con scene and pimped herself too hard at the bar about her portfolio. Depending who you talk to this is a huge no-no. It reality sounds like a huge no-no if you are not a recgonized comic creator - then it seems okay to talk business at a bar.

So the people at the table sharing drinks with the girl decide to play a prank on her. They pretend one of their friends is a editor at Marvel Comics. Editors hand out work. So the girl runs and grabs her portfolio after her 'friends' lead her on. After she pimps herself they reveal their joke as a way of showing her how not to act in a bar with other comic professionals. The girl gets very upset and leaves.

So she mentions her trip in blog and the incident but leaves out all names. This guy that participated in the joke learns of this blog and then rips her a new asshole on a public forum calling her totally unprofessional for her conduct at the bar and how she's telling everyone about it in her blog and how she is conducting slande against the company he works for for which they can sue her. She rebukes that she didn't mention any names and that only he did and contests him on several factors of his recollection of the incident and calls him out on his. His second post is this rant on her personally and professionally and then claims he was drunk and may have said some things that prove her case and it was also the recent he particpated in the stunt. But he apparently remembers all the other fine details perfectly.

I don't know either of them personally but this guy's conduct really pissed me off. Yep, she made a rookie mistake but the public humiliation and the utter bullshit this guy is spreading is really weak. This is a dude who's biggest accomplishment in comics is a 8 page story for Marvel in a title that regualrly uses new or unknown talent. The company he wroks for may have screwed several artists over with totally unfair contracts. He's a name dropper (I know THIS guy and THIS guy), has stated he doesn't see a problem with lying to promote a product (he's the PR guy of the company he works for) and went around to various comic boards literally begging people to buy the comics he wrote because sales were dropping by 1/2 with every new issue and his limited series might not have seen print for their entire run because sales were so weak. In other words, this guy reads like a pollywog in a big pond pushing around tadpoles. And if you say any negative about the 4 or 5 person company he works for, he seems to have little problem using slander and libel to try and discredit the person he is attacking. I've seen him do it before on the same message board.

Can you tell that I think this guy is a total hypocrite, stooge and underhand human being? LOL!

Anyways, like I said, this guy just really pisses me off.

bits and bits

Some of a dream before I totally forget it. I'm writing about it about 14 hours after having it.

It involved Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters. I was outside a gothic house with lots of greenery and the characters came walking out. The girls were all dressed in at least leather skirts. Very tight, knee length skirts. Willow also had a tight leather jacket on with a high collar that touched the base of her skull. Her hair had more body to it instead of the usual hanging limp around her head. Buffy was behind her wearing a tight leather knee leather skirt and a light top - maybe white.

I was eating in my old room at my parents during a summer day and I had the windows open. My chow was a dish of corn and a dish of soup, maybe beef soup. Somehow I got the soup all over my fingers. I may have stuck my hand in the soup covering at least half my fingers. I think I was watching TV the whole time too.

While in my room I looked out up the street to the 'triangle' - a street breaks ends with a 'Y' split on another road forming a triangle shape. I saw some wild anilamls running by one by one. A wildabeast that ran to our backyard, A hippo or elephant and then a tiger. Apparent a zoo or circus up the road had lost control of the animals and they escaped. I think I recall men with nooses chasing after them.

4 boys in their young teens walked down the road past the house. One or two may have been on bikes.

That's about all I can remember.

I think I pissed off a co-worker at work yesterday. Today he was working on the gleebars. Gleebars are machines that grind down the round insides of golf balls. There is a monitor to tell you if the golf ball insides (mantles) are within spec using a bar graph that looks sort of like the earthquake measuring Richter scale.

So I see that this monitor is going crazy meaning a bunch of mantles are oversized and out of spec. I finally mention to the guy to go get our gleebar expert to fix. this was mainly because I didn't want to fix because I was on gleebar next although there was around an hour or so before we were to rotate. So he finally goes and gets someone and the problem is fixed and everything runs well for me. He mentioned something to the effect that he doesn't worry about mantles that are oversized because we just grind them down again. So because he was too lazy to get off his butt the company is suppose to waste time doing the same job twice.

Cut to Monday night (last night as of this writing). I happen by the same guy and he makes sure to tell that he fixed a problem with the glebar. All by himself and not needing our resident expert. This was sort of out of the blue. So that's why I figure he told me to sort of show me up. And I had also used the help of our expert earlier in the night to fix something on the glebar. Actually, what the expert fixed was a again, the laziness of the same guy I was talking about. Balls were out of spec - WAY out of spec after the guy's rotation. The mantles were also almost hot to the touch. That's a bad sign because it means something is not beig grinded correctly and a constant flow of cold water is on them during grinding. So I didn't have the heart to tell the guy that he left the machines screwed up for me for a second night in the row. I just let him go on about how he says people talk about him behind his back saying how stupid he is. Again, it really seemed like he was directing this to me but speaking 'in general'.

My three nights are DONE! It's tough working 36 hours in a 72 hour span. But it pays the bills. It doesn't bug me enough to quit...yet. I figure because it's manufacturing in New England (which is a dying industry here) I'll be out of a job within five years anyway.

My face is itchy. I haven't shaved in about 5 days.

Just blabbing now. Time for more Call of Duty 2 before sleep!

Various tidbits

Don't think I ever mentioned it but I got my double time for this past Sunday and 15 minutes on Monday ended up being 4 hours of pay. :) I see why governments hate unions. Turns out my computer punches on Monday showed up like a day or two later. No idea why. See we that showed for Monday were told everything was set so that we get 4 hours pay for onday and double on Sunday. I will scower my next paycheck to make sure because I'm budgetting towards I expect my takehome pay should roughly be. If there's mistake I'll be fine money on hand-wise but I'll be highly annoyed.

Two more guys were fired at work. One I liked because he was a fun guy and the other I could take or leave. Both played the hide and seek smokers game. The facility is a smoke free facility and everyone is told being fired can result from getting caught smoking. So these two and others run off during various parts of the night (usually during breaks) to find a place to smoke. The 2 guys that were fired and a third were essentially caught smoking. I think Adam was caught stomping out his smoke and Jon and Ryan just happened to be there. But all wee going to smoke because they were really far away from our area and had no reason to be where they were. Ryan's union and extremely valueable to the company. He got a warning. Jon had been fired before and had quit before too. He's an employee but not yet union again. He was fired the next day. He was the fun guy I'll miss. Adam was still a temp but had just taken his drug and physical and was maybe two weeks from being hired which meant a pay hike of $6 an hour. He was also fired the next day. I didn't mind Adam, but he was too quick for my tastes to find the shortcuts at work like finding the smoking areas and hitting rate really earlier to run off and do whatever. I won't miss him. He also had been caught screwing off a few times and was caught sleeping by our supervisor who had cut him a break by not firing him then.

I'm not sure who exactly fired them. But after the initial incident of getting caught, all three blamed the supervisor that specifically walks around looking for smokers. I didn't say anything but my feelings on the subject are that if they were playing the cat and mouse game and got caught then just own up to it. Everybody knows that getting caught smoking can get you fired. And it did them. In my opinion, they really blew it. Each just lost around a $40,000 a year job because of smoking.

Nothing great for new dreams.

My fantasy baseball team is getting kinda hot. I've won back to back weeks with 7 victories and 3 loses. A few injured guys are playing in the real major leagues and it's really helping my team out.

I got kind of mad from a news article from the New York Times reprinted in my local paper. It was about muslims that live in England that hate England. The way the article read, it was like these particular muslims hate the way of life in England even though they themselves lived that way (sort of drugs, sex and rock and roll). That's the way I understood it. Reminds me of the 9/11 bombers. They said America sucks and needs to be destroyed yet they took time to get a hooker before bombing us. All I can think of is that these particular muslims chose to live in England because their quality of life would be lower - probably a lot lower - in their home countries. And the article mentioned that these are 2nd and third generation muslims living in England that had these feelings.

I also got pissed at another thing in the paper somewhat related to the above. It was saying how muslims in America were protesting freedom of speech. They were protesting the cartoons from last year critizing the muslim faith. They have a right to be pissed over the cartoons but I think it's stupid to protest freedom of speech while exercising that right at the same time. I don't hate muslims but I hate hypocrites.

Okay, I need to head off to bed for my last of three back to back to back work nights.

Holey Moley!

4 respones!
I missed this unti lI reread the blog I just posted. I'm feeling like a king or something. LOL!

And also a little embarrassed by the number of spelling errors in my blogs but that's more because of my lame typing skills. My spelling skills aren't THAT horrible.

So...

Angelle, if you're reading this, the dream about the blogger was you and I think it was my guilty conscious telling me to apologize to you which is why I did. Glad there's no trouble there. And that dream really had me mistified.

Agric - Thanks for the links. On rare occassions I've done some lucid dreaming. Thanks for the links for further investigation. Kinda runs through part of my family to have prophetic dreams to. But I usually don't recall them until I find myself in the exact event in reality that I saw from the dream at which point a prophetic is kinda useless. LOL!

Wendy - I'd give you a spanking for those wiseass comments but I know you'd enjoy that the evil woman that you are.

And now I'm really late for my nap. It sucks getting old and needing a nap. Working 12 hours every work day kinda sucks too, but it providing enough money to feel kinda financially secure feels pretty sweet!

Good night all!

SLEEP!!!!!!

Woo-Hoo!!!!!

I got about 9 hours sleep last night with only limited interruption. I was worried because I woke up and had to piss only about 2 and 1/2 hours after going to bed last night. That usually spells disaster for me in that I cannot get back to sleep. But I did!

Had two dreams that I could recall this morning but now I can only recall part of one. Seems I was in college or something and a group of us went to Philly to see some sort of basketball game. I think it was a play-off game or something. I don't usually bother with basketball. In this group was co-workers and high school friends and others I didn't know. Most of the dream seemed spent in a hotel - glitzy with lots of open space and lotsa glass. I spent most of the time in the lobby and the place seemed big like a mall or something. Nice place. At one point I was worreid because everyone had broken off into cliques and I wasn't in any of them. I believe I took the elevator up and the dream ended.

My little nephew's birthday party went off today. He got a good haul. It was borderline Christmas haul. The hit gift was a remote control submarine one of my brothers bought him. We were all watching this thing crank around later on at the little pool of water behind the house. It was funny seeing frogs escape and crawfish scoot away as the sub came near them.

I got him 3 comic books ($3 a pop!) a Hot Wheels car (.99), a dinky motorcycle that had a cord that you pull to make it take off ($4.99) and I gave him a card with $5 inside. I didn't have any wrapping paper so I used the Sunday comics newspaper pages I had hanging around waiting to be recycled.

My brother that gave him the sub got attacked by his dog. He was teasing the dog who was ganwing on a bone or something. I guess the dog got upset and leapt up at my crouching brother and bit or hit him in the nose. He had a pretty good bloody nose that bled quite a bit. Looked like my brother had been in a brawl or something.

My other nephew got me really annoyed. He doesn't have a lot of friends so that when he does talk, he doesn't stop. I mean he doesn't even stop to breathe. This I am use to. So he asks me for a favor. But it takes him like 30 seconds or more of him to ask for a ride. It's more of repetitous - 'I need a favor, I need a favor'. Then it became how do I go home, am I going by such and such street and he decides the quickest route for me home without bothering to wait for me to tell him how i drive home. And so it derails into how I drive home before I finally cut the shit and try and ask where is he trying to go. And he doesn't know, Maybe the mall or his friend's. But it's a nice day so he walk from wherever I drop him off. This is the way my nephew is a. It's not, can I have a ride? To the mall? It's ten minutes of extra annoying bullshit and sidetracked dialogue. Even after I said 'yes, I will give you a ride' it wasn't done. It took two times, maybe a third time of me saying 'it's done. Over with.', or maybe I just outright started talking to someone else ignoring my nephew to end the conversion about the ride. All of the extra song & dance stuff is what gets me so mad.

BTW - it's a terrific day weatherwise here. Sunny, low 70's, a slight breeze. I love this kind of weather.

Got some bad news on making extra copies of my comic. I went to a local print shop and by the guy's opinion my comics were printed using a press and liquid ink. I thought it was a high end copier because the place was print on demand that I originally used. I'm going to have to reorder my comics using Ka-Blam. I very much like Ka-Bla but I'll have to wait a couple of weeks maybe 3 instead of a quicker turnaround time as I had hoped for from the local guy.

He also suggested that maybe Ka-Blam is just being a broker that (in print terms) gangs up several printing job into one long run for a regular printer/printing service. Either way, I'm not sure. I'm just a little disappointed that I will have to wait longer than I expected. I wanted the books on hand to send to some business people as soon as they reply. now they may have to wait a bit. We'll see.

Fun at the local supermarket parking lot. So I decide to go to my local supermarket yesterday to get my luncheon meats. The parking lot is packed - at 2:30 in the afternoon. And the palce inside had a number of people too. 2:30pm on a Friday. What gives? I wasn't in a hurry and had plenty of time so it was more of an observation than an annoyance. I had to wait for 6 cutomers before me at the deli. A ton of elderly people were there for whatever reason.

I get my stuff and do some minor shopping, pay and return to my car. I have to back out since I'm parked next to the road and a big curb prevents me from going forward. I look either way but decide to wait as a car pulls in next to me. Actually, that old lady waited for me because I had my driver's side door still open as I was just getting in. So I look both ways and start to back out slowly but stop when another car pulls in across from me on the opposite side of me. Nothing overly close. So I look her way again, look the opposite side and then start to back out again looking again in the first side I looked. This guy in his 50's or something with grey hair is on a kid's BMX bike and rolling through the parking lot at a pretty good clip. So he swerves around me what seems like easily enough but I still stop. Apparently not quickly enough for his liking. His sudden apperence did startle me for a mili-second and he stared at me through his sunglasses as he rolled past me. His sudden appearence was another delay and this time I snorted out a "Jesus Christ!". I'm guessing the guy heard this because he started yammering away as he was already past me. I only heard something to the effect of 'running me over'. By this time the old lady from the first car to pull in has walked around the back of her car and in front of my car. So I pretty much have to wait for her to get out of the way before I can start turning while in drive so I can fully finish my pull out into the parking lot. I also notice a car tunring to come down my lane. This car was about 8 parked cars away but with the old lady walking in front of my car and me having to wait and that new car not waiting for me to get on the right side of my lane we pass each other on the wrong sides of the road. I was kinda tired during this and highly annoyed and I'm sure some of it was my fault. But goddamn, can't other people make some decent decisions too? The guy on the bike was who pissed me off the most. He had a steady pedalling going the whole time I saw him riding so he was going through the parking lot quite fast. As fast as cars actually. Add to the fact that the parking lot was packed and he was on a kid's bike limiting his visiblilty to others I found it to be a dangerous set of circumstances that he set for himself. It also seemed like he was riding pretty close to the backs of parked cars so that while I slowly backed out to just be able to see clearly (a Cavalier doesn't give a great view) I put him in jeopardy - not bad jeopardy but jeopardy in that he could see me backing out but I couldn't see him. So in the end, I was fairly upset over this. Mainly his yammering. I didn't feel I did anything wrong but this dude felt all slighted and got mad at me when I got mad at him for jetting around a parking lot on a bike. Come to think of it, it's the only time I can really recall anybody ever riding a bicycle through a parking lot. I'm sure I've seen it once or twice before but I can't recall it.

Ugh. Time to go to nap before work.

Oh, joy.

For whatever reason, the time clock at my company didn't register my swipe or another guy's swipe. So far, it sounds like the union is not going to file a grievence on our behalf. Things are still up in the air at the moment but things go badly it could cost me $200 to $300 takehome. All of this because of more company fuck up's.

The things in my favor for getting paid is that I was acknowledged by the supervisor on duty that day and spoke with the area manager herself who didn't know our meeting had been cancelled. The other was seen about too. I also punched out the same time as 4 other guys and spoke openly about punching out to make sure I was registered as there. A third guy purposely did not punch out in hopes of getting paid for 12 hours instead of 4.

More weird dreams today despite decent sleep. I did wake up a couple of times fighting tje urge to piss. One dream had me meeting a blog poster off my friend's blog. This other blog poster ripped into me for posting a somewhat mocking response to her serious post. She further claimed that our mutual blogger friend only befriended me to get a chance to meet a comic creator through me that I know. In reality, we both know this same creator and she met him some time before I ever did. I returned some words with this girl saying she needed to grow up and become a real person that doesn't hide behind a computer screen locked away in her bedroom.

In reality, I have nothing against this fellow blog poster. Strangely, it's the second dream recently where shit has come up between me and somebody I have no ill-will towards.

The other dream had me walking around this area that seemed like air base housing mixed with businesses and a base made out of brick buildings. A lot of co-workers showed up there. Some people were working the air base that seemed to be sort of a R&D and repair base as opposed to a real airbase that had jets and such. This place had a buch of old style planes mostly WW II stuff. One even crashed near it. It was a mild crash where the 2 pilots walked away. The plane was a WW II torpedo dropper that was found on aircraft carriers.

I was inking comics while there too! I guess that was part of the reason I was there. A coworker took me for a ride in an A-1 Abrahams tank! Sweet! It had some sort of infrared monitor and that was the way it drove. The were a lot more details and happenings like I was searching for my brother Mike but there are too many to list. I have to leave for work very soon. :(

And I expect a lot of trouble trying to get paid for Monday and to make my Sunday double time.

:(

WTF?!?!?!

I can't sleep anymore and it really sucks. I'm sitting here as I write with what feels like the beginnings of a headache as I feel a slight throbbing in my head. Last night I got to sleep shortly after midnight from what I can recall. And I woke at 4am. I got up and took a leak and that was it, I couldn't get back to sleep. I tossed and turned for 2 hours or so trying to get back to sleep, meditating and what not to clear my head of thought. And it all failed. And it really sucks. What's worse is that I can afford to sleep in and get a full 8 hours of sleep but my body won't let me. And I will be compounding the issue as a I take a nap around 3pm to 5pm so I won't crash and burn at work. I might also nap later this morning as it is only 7:50am as I write this.

The only good thing is that I remembered two dreams. Like I said earlier - if I sleep 6+ hours i don't recall my dreams. Napping, I remember. The dream I remember more clearly is a dream with me fighting my friend/co-worker. For some reason we squared off in sort of a mixed martial arts fight in a boxing ring. We wore trunks and some sort of glove. No wrestling holds were used and they may not have been allowed. My friend has a couple of inches on me and 50+ pounds. But I beat the fuck out of him. It lasted only one round. I won by knock out with around 3 seconds left in the 1st round. We kept talking to one another during the fight. It was friendly conversion too. It was stuff like 'sorry, man, I hope I didn't hurt you', and talk like that and discussing the fight. When I knocked him out to end the fight I helped him up and walked him back to his corner and put him down on his stool. He even admitted his ass got kicked.

Then another co-worker that was apparently my manager got me another fight while I was 'hot'. But this time it was a video game. I was some white guy in white trunks and I was facing some dude that was really tough in the computer game and had maybe an undefeated record. I can't recall another player playing this fighter, it was if the character was fully animated and intelligent. I knocked him out with one big kick after he punched my video game character a few times.

The other dream had me in a basketball arena or something. I may have been on the team or screwing around on the floor. I think at one point I was shooting baskets. Then a game started and I was on the bench. The ball got loose from some players and went down this wide staircase of 4 conveyor belts to a basement area. A girls basketball team or something was down there and they tossed the ball back up. The girls coach was a middle aged woman apparently running one of the guys teams playing in the arena. She had gone down towards the basement to get the ball when the girls threw it back up. So the coach in a mini-skirt suit jumped from the conveyor moving down to over the side guard and onto a conveyor going up. The girls team cheered but I remember the coach muttering 'and I did it in heels' as if her ankles were destroyed. She had on pumps with a medium heel.

The girls team emerged from a side court door (not the basement) and took up sitting near me and the others in the bleachers. There was a cute girl there too. She was kinda short, only around 5'2 or so. She had really neat red hair, kinda blood red. It was a sort of bob cut that only covered half her head. Somehow she e-mailed me after Ileft the bleachers. It was almost like a full screen instant message - the talking head kind. She was asking flirting questions and I was flirting back . And she said she had a whip. Yum! :) The scary thing was she had fingernail pierceings. I rationalized that these had to be like horseshoe shaped because they went through her fingernail directly in the center of her fingernail. It almost seemed like I corrected in the dream and that originally she had the pierceing going all the way through her finger. Ouch! I think we were on our way to meeting and the dream ended. Sigh.

Heard from the import/export comic guy. This is terrific news. It's only a start and I have to send the comic to be reviewed but this endeavor could open the comic to a world audience. It really sucked that Diamond refused to carry my comic but I always wanted a world audience and not just America. So this is exciting news. And if it proves to be a hit I suspect Diamond would change their tune and carry the book to American audiences. We shall see...

My nose is runnig like mad this morning. I've gone through 6 or more hankerchiefs. I hate mornings.

POISONED!

Ugh, and boy was I ever. First, the lead up to the day.

Did my wake up at 5am which really sucked. Got up and made breakfast. I started with the worst waffles I've ever made in my life. I won't be using that mix again!

Took a 90 minute nap which helped lots. Got up and fled to Monster House. I enjoyed the movie quite a bit. The ending was a little so-so and seemed a little drawn out but the flick was well worth my money.

Ran over to the comic store and played some Heroclix with friends. Dice rolls against me and horrible dice rolls on my part made for a very frustrating day. Pretty much, it was over for me after the 2nd round even though the game lasted about 10 rounds. I was behind early and couldn't catch up.

Sped to my parents house for supper. My mom had my brother that I live with cook the chicken because she says that she always burns it (not true). I was a little leery of this and my senses were correct. The chicken seemed a little undercooked to me. My stomach later would prove this to be true.

So I ate and then hung around awhile because my oldest brother was there and I only see him once a month or so. Towards the end of my visit I started feeling the urge to use the bathroom. So I ended up leaving because I had been gone almost the whole day anyways. When trying to buckle my seatbelt I was in pain. The drive home was uncomfortable. I was in the bathroom 20 seconds after entering my house. Did some business there but the pressure and sometimes pain was still there. My brother that had done the cooking had arrived home earlier. In about an hour I used the bathroom 5 times I think. One was a false alarm but the last one was pea soup. But I was cured. There was no more pain and no more horrendous pressure in my abdominal region. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Relief. Still, I was fairly fatigued from the whole weekend and lay like a lump on my couch watching tv in boredom for the rest of the night except for scanning in the back cover to the guide book for the comic.

I finally went to be around 11pm and didn't get up until 11am this morning. I have to leave for OT at my job in less than 2 hours of this writing. I'm not looking forward to it but it should result in a nice paycheck because it's my 48 hour week on top of everything else. So I'll be putting in 56 hours this week. I don't expect to get much done this week other than fantasy baseball stuff i the mornings before I go to bed.

My team kicked some butt this week and I was able to propel myself back into 2nd place. I'm only a half game ahead of the guy in 3rd though so it'll be a tough fight to stay there. I think we have this week and 3 more after that before the paly-off's start. The top 6 teams make it in out of our 10 team league. The teams finishing in 1st and 2nd get a bye in the first week of play-off's which is what I'm shooting for. The guy in first is pretty far ahead of everyone else so he ought to finish in first place barring a colossal collpase on his part.

No weird dreams that I can recall last night despite sleeping around 11 hours. I only seem to remember dreams from my naps.

This weekend will kinda suck. I'm sorta required to be at my nephew's birthday party Saturday morning and then I work Sat, Sun, and Monday nights. Because Monday is a new week by the company's standards it's not part of my 56 hour week. But in reality, I'll be working 68 hours in 8 days. Thursday night and Friday will be my only days off. Ugh. It'll be a tough week. Should be a fast one though because it'll pretty much just be sleep and work.

Damn it.

After only two stints of 3 hours of sleep in about 40 hours I'm up at 6:48 am on a Sunday morning. This was not the plan. It's all the fault of my neighbor and then also some of me for wanting to see my friends Saturday afternoon. I slept from 11pm to 5am this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. I think I'm over-exhausted or something. my eyelids feel kinda heavy but even if I sit/lay do nothing my mind races with thought. I sat in bed tossing and turning for an hour trying to get back to sleep but no dice.

Grumble, grumble....

I was a bit of a jerk yesterday. I arrived at my credit union to cash my paycheck at like 12:55pm. They close at 1pm on Saturdays. Of course, I get the dimwit. This teller blows. He's a polite fellow but as usual, he takes FOREVER with any transaction. He's not good at his job. The last time I was there I cashed in a dollar coin for a paper dollar bill. I don't think the kid had ever seen one before. They are annoying and I had gotten it out of a post office vending machine after I had bought a book of stamps. The dude proceeds to look at it, touch and feel it to make sure it's real. I was like - wtf? Do you REALLY think I would try passing off fake money as real or that I had counterfeited the coin? Sheesh.

So I know Mr. Simpleton and I start off with my easy transaction. I deposit cash into my checking account. Then I cash my check. From that, I put more money into my checking account (mortgage payment), some money into a seperate savings account for my nephew's college fund (should he chose to go) and I get the rest back. During the first transaction he informs me that he has to give me a written receipt because their new computer system isn't printing out receipts. No biggie, but I ask him to put my balances on the second/last receipt. So he's taking forever and another customer comes in and does his stuff and leaves. Another teller then locks the door because it is now after 1pm. So I get a wee dramatic because the lady is looking in my direction. I fold my hands in front of me, then behind me, then in my pockets. The lady asks dimwit teller if he needs help but he says no. So he writes out his two receipts for the second transaction - one for me, one for the bank. I sign one and give it back to him. For my change I ask he give me $70 in ten dollar bills. My change was $170. For whatever reason he counts out $90 in tens. The way they always hand back change is big bills first. He gets all flustered changing my money this way and that and then counts back the ten dollar bills first. he then gets confused because he gives me 9 ten dollar bills. He then loses count counting back the 20 dollar denominations as he tries to count to $170. Sigh. So I get my receipt and money and head out apologizing to the lady still waiting at the entrance because I can tell like any normal person she wants to wrap things up and go home. I then notice as I'm walking back to my car that dimwit didn't write down my account balances. That, or he had me sign the receipt and kept it for the bank if he did. What a goon. And I am concerned because this guy has demonstrated that he is not to be trusted because he's a screw up. I am a little old school in that it's easier for me to physically have money on hand and labelled for certain things via post-it notes to keep my budget in order. Now I am seriously considering going all electronic just to avoid idiot boy at the credit union. That or drive an extra 10 minutes (20 round trip) to another branch so that I don't have to deal with this guy. It's been two or three months this guy has worked there and he STILL sucks!


SPOILERS TO FOLLOW!!!!


SPOILERS TO FOLLOW!!!


My brother rented The Hills Have Eyes last night after learning season 5 of the Sopranos had been rented out. So I decide to watch it with him. I liked most of the intro but once the antagonists were introduced the movie turned into a joke. I really enjoyed the concept of the movie. People told to leave the Neveda nuclear testing sight during the 1940's didn't and lived in their mines getting all screwed up on radiation. But this movie had all the tired Hollywood cliches and it was just like 'c'mon, can we have some creativity here?' I actually found it to be yet another movie where I wanted the victims to die. This is becoming a disturbing trend for me in a lot of thriller sci-fi movies lately. The protagonists are really assinine and pretty much deserve to die. One scene had a 16 year policeman/detective doing the tried and true shooting in to the darkness at nothing in the middle of the desert because he's scared. No target in sight or nothing - just, there's a noise from somwhere around me so I must shoot. And a similar episode happened later in the movie.

The movie did have one or two scenes that I thought were fairly creepy and good and I liked the dogs in the movie because they acted more intelligently than the humans.

I'm a little torn this morning. I plan to see Monster House around noon but another movie I really want to see just opened this weekend and is also showing at noon. Descent looks way creepy and cool. But I will stick with Monster House because it's been out for a couple of weeks already and I could totally miss it if I don't go today. I've resigned that I'll catch My Super Ex-girlfriend on DVD because it's already down to just one local theater and that theater only shows it twice a day both showings at night. I guess it sorta bombed.

Zoom looks like another movie I'll want to see. My brother wants to see Descent so I may splurge a little and see during the week. It'll cost something like $2.50 to $3 more than if I see it on a Sunday. I'm cheap. I only give myself about $20 spending/splugre money a week so $3 is a decent chunk.

I also need to reaapropriate my budget a bit. What I was going to save for new house blinds and safety shoes for work becomes birthday present money for my nephew and some money for a friend to eat out once he recovers from his kidney transplant this past weekend.

Over and out.

Too nice to say "no".

Yep, I should've known. I told my neighbor it would be okay if the mulch guys could use my driveway. And it was a disaster. I may have been woefully ignorant and didn't protect my own interests enough but I will in the future. What I mistakenly thought would be a truck load or two with one guy turned out to be a 5 hour ordeal with 3 to 5 dudes making a helluva racket. The truck made four trips in and out of my driveway. I had to listen to dudes blabbing, back up beepers going and from what my brother said, pick axes used banging away on the truck bed for some reason. At last I finally got up after little to no sleep and was ready to blast the shit out of my neighbor but the guys were done. I felt he handed me a line of bullshit about the whole thing. Said they would be quiet and not the usual noise with usual contractors. That old fuck. I told him I needed to sleep and that they would be right outside my window before they ever arrived. So in the end, I was highly irritable and tired at work after having gotten a whopping 3 to 3 and 1/2 hours of sleep between back to back 12 hour shifts.

And of course, work started out hectic. With a couple of people short, I had to run two areas and four machines. This meant loading them all up, testing 2 water tanks, checking sizes and then finding one machine was woefully out of spec. Joy. I had to enlist help. So Lester helps me out. How do I repay the old man (he's ready to retire)? I knock over his tool box. I'm not talking your standard carry around toolbox, I'm talking the kind that's on wheels and has 6 drawers and is full of tools and parts and weighs like 200+ pounds.

How did I manage this stroke of genius? I was a little bit like a headless chicken running around trying to get everything set and running correctly. I loaded a barrell onto the barrell tipper and proceeded to make it tilt and dump the otherwise several hundred pound barrell. The machine started struggling and in a brain dead moment, I didn't notice that the barrell tipper had hooked under the handle of Lester's toolbox. I caught it in time to stop the tilter so that the toolbox was lifted partially into the air and on two wheels out of four. So I figured if I just reversed the machine's direction it would lower the toolbox back to normal and all would be well. Yep, that didn't happen. When the tilter lowered back down I guess the weight of the toolbox had gravitated to one side so that the toolbox fell over onto it's side. As I sat there going 'you got to be fucking kidding me' people started looking to see what the mighty crash was. And then Lester came in from the breakroom seeing his toolbox on the floor. He came over with shaking his head with an 'you idiot' look on his face that I couldn't blame him for. Tools and parts had spilled out of open drawers but it wasn't that bad considering all things. So in addition to running four machines (which isn't that tough when they are all set up) I helped Lester pick up. Sigh.

For my 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep before work I had three dreams that I could recall at the time. They were all neat and I tried to remember them but I can only recall one. I was eating dinner with the Soprano family from HBO's tv series, the Sopranos. Main character Tony was absent but Furio was there. I remember us all eating essentially flavored whipped cream for dessert. It was cherry flavored and was awesome tasting. I ate a whole plate of it which was about the size of a common pie.

On the 'not surprising front', it seems my young 6 year old nephew has anger related issues. My brother had to have a session with the boy's therapist and she was concerned by it. It's something along the lines of him keeping his rage pent-up until he gets into fights at school/day care. He then lashes out kicking and scratching and being really violent. My brother has been concerned by this. Me too. And I have never really seen my nephew be violent when he is with my brother - his father. The therapist has determined that my brother's ex blames it all on excuses like 'it's the drugs he's on (hyper-active stuff)', this and that, basically totally denying that my nephew has any anger issues. So I guess the therapist is going to sit her down and outright tell her point blank that my nephew has a problem with anger. My brother things it's because his older sister beats on him. She's 6 years older and bigger than him. We also believe she is left to mother him a lot while his real mom does who knows what. And when my nephew tried to talk to his mom over the phone about this she reduced him to tears, told him it was his fault and then hung up on him. She's a real piece of shit of a human being.

That's all.

stuff

Work's been kinda easy overall but 12 hours still drags me down.

And my neighbor asked if a dump truck could park in my driveway and the guy wheelbarrel mulch to my neighbor's yard. My neighbor asks this because he says the truck can't fit into his backyard. I'm thinking the more real reason is because he doesn't want the dump truck ruining his yard. His yard does look nicer than mine. Mine's still trying to recover from my brother digging up the septic tank and half ass burying it. He had a digger dig it out while I ended up shoving most of it by hand. If I hadn't, there maybe would've been 12 inches of dirt burying the tank. So today I might get garabge for sleep. Somehow I don't believe that this guy will be quiet as my neighbor profuses. It'll also suck because this guy will literally be parking right outside my bedroom window. And I have to go to work tonight. So I might be real miserable when I wake up. That is, if I ever get to sleep. The things I do to keep good neighborly relations.

Had a real neat but crazy dream yesterday during my nap before work. I was in my house but it was altered. Where the bathroom is there were two doors and both led to an upstairs that doesn't exist in reality. So I went up to see what was there. It was like a small room and maybe a hall. It's been over 12 hours since the dream so a lot of it is hazy. I do recall opening a door to find another right behind it. I went in that one and ended up in a house in Connecticutt that belonged to my oldest brother. This house does not exist in reality. I think I tried the teleport once or twice but not really sure. I do know that the house also had a large barn and that a black figure went into the barn. I was in a bedroom of the house looking out a window seeing this. I knew no one would believe I was there because my house was several hours away in Massacushetts so I went to write a note to leave there to prove I had really been there. I can't really recall what happened after that.

During this dream I can distinctly remember twice going 'I'm asleep, I need to wake' and did so. It's really weird to tell yourself this twice and actually wake up yet only to find that in reality you are still alseep and dreaming! I also had that sleep paralysis in the dream while trying to wake up in the dream. It's the one where you are essentially awake and aware of your surroundings yet can't move and your eyes are maybe half open but more likely closed.

So overall, it was a really weird dream.

Payday was today. Because of timing I won't cash my check until Saturday but I've budgetted to go see Monster House on Sunday morning. I hope it's good. I was considering seeing My Super Ex-girlfriend but the movie is already only being shown just twice a night and apparently only at one of several local theaters. Pirates of the Carribean is still being shown several times a day. I guess 'Ex' didn't do so well at the box office.

Okay, it's 8:31 AM, to bed for me.

crackhead fired and laughing 'til I cried

I didn't know it but crackhead was fired last night at the end of the shift (this was my second of three straight nights). Fat guy co-worker said the guy was on heroin a lot of the time too. I have no idea if this was true but either way it sucks all around. Crackhead was an okay guy but he screwed up and paid the price.

This morning I was dragging at the end of the day. To make the time more enjoyable I started talking with fat guy while we were working. I was talking jibberish just to get a reaction out of him and make him laugh. I was saying shit like I have an imaginary friend and her sister doesn't think I'm good enough for her. Then I stated I was thinking about getting my friend a phonebooth for Christmas and I asked fat guy if he felt she might like it. He turned with this look of wtf? accompanied by a drawn out 'huh?' and that look and sound just floored me. I couldn't stop laughing and had to stop working and literally bent over grabbing at my gut. Then I started crying I was laughing so hard. My face turned red and I drenched my shirt sleeve from wiping my tears. This lasted several minutes. I would regain my composure and then fat guy would chuckle and it was all over for me for another minute or two as I would relapse. It made for a fun time though. Fat guy actually asked a couple of different times if I was okay because I was laughing so hard I wasn't breathing. LOL!

Talking with my brother as I write this so I forget if I had anything else to write.