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|Saturday, February 4th, 2006|
I go to a vocational school, where I am studying to become an electrician. Since we work with live currents and dangerous machinery, the school funded something called a "Safety Bowl" to encourage us to learn more about safety. It works a lot like a quiz bowl in that all the contestants(five from every class) are seated in a circle around someone reading questions and hit a buzzer to answer the question. This thing started about a week ago and my team quickly moved on the the finals, which were yesterday(friday). We won the finals, and the three of us on the team got our pick of one prize apiece from a selection of prizes that, rumor has it, totalled about #700
I got a Sony Playstation 2 with three games and an 8mb memory card. The two other members of my team got an Apple Ipod and a cd player/speaker system for his car.
The last question was multiple choice. Before the question was finished, one of my teammates hit the buzzer and had to guess a letter. He guessed "a" and it seemed like a million years before the answer came back that it was correct. That particular question was worth 25 points and it catapulted us into the lead. If not for that stroke of luck, we wouldn't have won.
Have a dollar? Go to www.wheresgeorge.com to see where it's been! Current Mood: accomplished
|Sunday, January 1st, 2006|
|Happy New Year!
It's January first. Yay!
The last couple of weeks(with Christmas and all) were really great. I got some great Christmas gifts and ate some great holiday food. Last night we had a big party and counted down the new year!
The Twilight Zone has been on in a marathon all day and I have been watching it. My, what a fascinating life I lead.
All in all it has been a great holiday season. Good food, great family, and all I could ever ask for. Current Mood: cheerful
|Saturday, November 12th, 2005|
|Cookouts and cowboy songs
I have a lot to write about. It's good that I'm in a writing mood.
Since the last time I updated this journal, not a lot of significant things have happened. Enough, though, to warrant a few paragraphs at least.
I don't watch a lot of t.v. by most people's standards, but I do watch a lot of movies. I like the old movies - black & white, westerns, cowboy movies. I find that these movies tend to have more plot substance. They tend to deal quite a bit with heartbreak, loss, romance and love. These are universal human feelings and at one point we have all felt these things. We can all relate to them.
In all the westerns you'll see, there is a cowboy who has given up on love. His heart has been broken so many times, that he just doesn't have that soft spot any more. As he drifts from town to town righting wrongs, there is invariably a (beautiful, usually) woman who sees tenderness beneath the exterior. She sticks with him through the troubles that seem to follow him and, by the end of the movie, the hero always gets the girl.
I often compare the goings-on in my life to those of movies, and I often wonder just when it is that I'm supposed to get the girl.
Ah, yes, you've heard me right. The bug has bitten me. I am, in the style of the all-American cowboy, forlorn. But as we all know, these things will happen because otherwise there wouldn't be much of a story. Hardships are the spice of life. They keep things interesting. I'd have to say, though, that I'd much rather skip to the ending and ride out into the sunset with that special someone.
But, of course, this isn't a movie, and a happy ending isn't guaranteed. I might end up a troubled old man, bitter at the hardness of the world; I might end up a womanizer trying to make up for lack of real love and a partner to share it with.
But, I won't. If by some stroke of fate I do end up finding my soul mate, all the merrier will I be. But, if not, I'll only have a much better perspective from which to watch those old cowboy movies - I will be able to relate all the more to that lonely cowboy, and at the end of the movie I'll know that only on the silver screen does it always happen that way.
But all the emotional mumbo-jumbo aside, I went to a cookout earlier. I pretty much just got back. It was pretty cool; there were about a dozen people there, and plenty of food. We sat around the fire for a while, then me and some people went inside and listened to music for a while. It was pretty cool. I even got a peep show, but I'll not go into that.
Have you ever thought something so surely, then down the road you find out otherwise, and it makes you think that maybe all the other things you are so sure about are just as fallable? That's the way things have been going for me recently. It's hard to explain. Current Mood: relaxed
|Saturday, October 8th, 2005|
A couple of weeks ago I went to a dulcimer and music festival in Lancaster, Ohio called "Harmony Harvest". It was really cool and I got a lot out of it(including a free pencil!). Free sheet music was a big plus. Joe Collins(one of the best dulcimer players) did a workshop and in the evening, had a little mini-concert.
My new favorite movie is The Village.
My mother just got home today from an out-of-town vacation. These things are supposed to make you happy right? Well it didn't work for her. She's been in an aggitated mood ever since she got back.
I had an idea: if you gave a hampster a blood transfusion so that it had your blood, then surgically removed the skin on its stomach, then sewed it on to your head(after shaving of course), your antibodies would not cause you to reject the animal and the wounds would heal, so that you would have a little rodent growing on the top of your head. You could feed it and pet it etc. Then you could go on the subway and freak people out. Current Mood: exhausted
|Friday, August 26th, 2005|
|Dont read if in good(or really bad) mood
I'm not a depressed person usually, unless I have a good reason. But today something happened that really gave me a reason. I'll lay some cover info down so it'll make more sense.
When I was about 10 years old, after years of begging, my parent(s) let me choose a puppy to raise as my very own. They said I could pick any puppy, and that I would get to take care of him myself. Out of a pen containing probably a dozen pups, I picked one with a little white streak down the middle of his nose and a white tip on his tail. I fell in love with him at first site, and he was very fond of me too. We were best pals. In fact, I called him Buddy.
I have always felt pity for people and especially animals very deeply. When an animal was mistreated or in pain, I would feel very deeply about it which is why I could never watch those ASPCA shows where people get arrested for abusing animals.
One day, a couple of years ago, when we were living in the city, I went outside at about 5:30 A.M. to feed my dog. Finding him missing, I simply figured he had slipped his collar. We searched for hours, and I missed the first half of school that day(my mom missed work). We sent out fliers and made phone calls. I don't doubt that everyone in this city of six thousand people had heard at the very least that there was a dog missing. We even had the story broadcast on television by a very nice lady who helped run a local station(what her role is there I'm not sure). One day we got a call by a lady who said they had witnessed a dog being hit by a truck(she didnt say what kind of "truck" but I assume a pickup) and that after the driver left the scene her and her sons had given the dog a proper burial in their garden. I won't delve into painful details right now, but our dog was indeed that dog.
Now that you have background information, this is what happened today that made me sad. I went to the city today with my grandparents to celebrate my grandma's birthday. She turned like seventy-something, and we went to a restaurant and ate. As we were driving home, a brown-and-white dog darted across the road a ways ahead of us. It would have made it across, except that it turned and ran the other way quite suddenly. Braking didn't keep us from driving completely over that dog.
My grandfather is a former pastor of a small country church, and he always preached that we should have pity for people going through a rough situation and that we should give the benefit of the doubt about people when we think they have done something wrong, rather than accuse them. But when this happened, the first thing he said was that he didn't feel a bit sorry for the owners because the dog wasn't tied up in the first place - that it was their fault!
I want to say right now that I tied my dog up in our back yard and when he got hit by a vehicle it was absolutely not my fault. I am willing to believe that this dog had ducked under a broken fence or chewed through his leash, or something.
I expected us to have a prayer for the family whose dog we had just murdered that they would receive what little comfort possible after what just happened. That's the usual thing to do for a religious southern family. We pray.
But on this occasion we didn't. Instead accusations were thrown at the family.
I believe that when you run over a dog, you should, if possible, find out whose it was and let them know about it and apologize rather than let the dog be run over by every car behind us and let the family find the mutilated body, barely recognizable, the next day.
But we just went home.
I feel like I am the only person who gives a crap about what just happened. A family pet, who was most likely considered a member of the family and loved as such, was just crushed by a two-ton vehicle doing 45 and nothing was done.
I am sorry to bring you down if this is what I have done; I am usually a happy, if maybe a little disgruntled, person. Current Mood: depressed
|Friday, July 22nd, 2005|
|A diamond is forever
I've decided what is to be done with my body after I die. I am going to have myself cremated, and the ashes pressed into a diamond. It now costs only a few thousand dollars to do this, and you can have almost any color or design you want. I am going to set it up with a jeweler to have my diamond made into a ring. this ring will be given to my wife to remember me by. A lot easier to mourn a little bit every day than once a year at a grave, right? This way it won't be so hard. I am also having my pet turned into a diamond when he dies.
You can check out the diamond making process, prices etc at www.lifegem.com Current Mood: enthralled
|Friday, July 8th, 2005|
|Life is but a vapor....
Woah, I just had the wierdest epiphany ever. You know how they say to plan for the hereafter right now, for you might not live until tomorrow? Well that has never been clearer to me than just now. I was cooking with my mother, and all of a sudden we hear this sliding noise and then a big "THUMP!" - My mother's husband, frank, had been wiping his butt, and passed out - falling into the bathtub.
But, anyway, life is good. I'm now about to eat the dinner I was cooking, and Frank will not be joining us. Can't you just hear the silence. A pleasant evening for once. Current Mood: chipper
|Sunday, July 3rd, 2005|
|Red, White and BOOM
I went to a cookout on July second for an independence day celebration. A bunch of people were there, including a lot of family on my step dad's side. We had a pretty good time, though we had to wait like three hours for it to get dark enough to set off fireworks. They were really beautiful, though, and really worth it.
Tomorrow's the fourth. Have a good Independence Day.
Did you hear about my arm? Read my post. http://www.spinnoff.com/zbb/viewtopic.php?t=10710 Current Mood: content
There is a place in central Ohio, north of where I live, called Little Berlin. It's an Amish community, with a lot of Dutch and Swedish in there. You can imagine. Anyway back a few decades people realized that the Amish and dutch and everybody made really good crafts. The started to go there in search of baskets and chairs and fudge. Eventually, stores started up and it became a tourist attraction. Now there are very few amish and regular people are making stuff and selling it.
We went there a couple days ago and spent the night. It was a nice hotel but you know how hotels are. We bought some fudge and stuff and I now believe that there are no more Amish. I saw just a couple people who looked Amish, and they might just have been modestly dressed regular people. Even people riding in horse-drawn buggies might not be real because they have buggy rentals.
I'm learning to play the flute. It's a pennywhistle, the kind you hear in Irish and other Celtic music. It's got six holes and is supposed to be really easy to play.
|Tuesday, June 28th, 2005|
|Sherman the car
I spent a few hours today cleaning my new car, Sherman, and I really bonded. Sure the body, interior, engine and upholstery could use a little work, but no matter. I've got a car.
I went to my Grandma's house today. We're keeping the car up there because there is no place to park it here*
My toki pona is really coming along, it's really odd, the transition to a langauge where there are no words for basic things such as shoes**
I was watching a commercial about insurance and there was a song in the background. I really liked it, so after a lot of procrastination I looked it up. It turns out it's called "100 years" by Five for Fighting. It's really old school, but it's pretty nice. Anyway I downloaded it and I'm listening to it right now. And of course next on my playlist is Home by Michael Bublé.
I'm learning a new instrument, it's called a tin whistle. I don't know if I've mentioned it. It's a traditional Irish flute. It's just about awesome.
* where we live you're not allowed to park more than two cars and we already have three.
** you make words as you go along, for instance "shoes" are called "foot-clothing". This is called oligosynthesis Current Mood: happy
|Monday, June 27th, 2005|
|Sherman the car
I've got a car now.
I bought it from my cousin for $350.00
- Its name is Sherman and it's an older GM
Look out pedestrians, here I come!
Anyway, I've got another new project - Toki Pona! You can learn about it at www.tokipona.org
|Saturday, June 25th, 2005|
|A new project
I'm starting a new battle bot project. It's two small engines inside a large diameter pipe, a wheel on each side. It's controlled by a PCM radio controller.
|Thursday, June 23rd, 2005|
|It's not very fun to drown
I had a dream last night that I was in some sort of ship and the ship I was in was inside some room on a spaceship. The big ship sinks, so obviously my ship does too. I knew there was no chance of escape, and that I could not possibly survive. Being the rational person that I am, I reasoned that the longer I struggled to keep alive the more of the drowning experience I would feel. So I didn't hold my breath at all. I figured this way I would die within seconds rather than minutes. Thus a quicker death.
The water rose quickly, and all I can remember thinking was "Jesus Jesus" and then I was completely submerged. I prayed over and over again, sort of a deathbed confession.
I woke up gasping for air. It was hard to believe it wasn't real. The transition was so strange. It was like having to admit that my reality was made up. Wierd.
My grandmother has really big curly hair. Every thursday she goes into the next city(about 45 mins away) to get it fixed. I go with her whenever I can. Last night I spent the night at their house, and went with her today. I waited in the car until she was done. Then we went to walmart, where my grandpa(her husband) works giving carts to people. There is a subway in the walmart, a refreshing change from the mcdonalds there used to be. I had a Sweet Onion Chicken Terriyaki on Italian Herb and Cheese, with halepenos and bananna peppers and sweet onion sauce. Toasted. MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm.
I'm in a wierd mood tonight. It's the feeling you get when you're in a fine art museum and everyone outside is unappreciative of art. Luckily none of those people are inside. I just don't understand why they must be so hostile to those who genuinely love art. Current Mood: discontent
|Tuesday, June 21st, 2005|
|Kilometers are our friends
I've never liked change. From my earliest memories the things that stick out in my mind are the things that have changed. I've always been under the impression that change is usually for the worst.
And not without reason; every culture has an idealized view of the 'old days' - a time when you could count on the inherent goodness of all people. A time when you didn't have to get agreements in writing because people were good for their word.
But lately I've been starting to accept change a little bit more readily. Being unwilling to let go as I am, I've always held off to the best of my ability the wave of metric terminology flooding into the country. I always talk in terms of feet and miles, and I like it that way. But now I think that maybe those metric people are making a little bit of sense. There are 5,280 feet in one mile. Contrast that uneven number to the number of meters in one kilometer - 1,000. And it doesn't stop there. The whole system is completely regular. Nifty, eh?
And military time, let's not forget that! There are 24 hours in a day, as we all know. But the ambiguity posed by having two of every time has always bothered me. When we say "it's 9:00" it could be morning or evening, we don't know. But in military time(I don't know if there is some other term for it) you simply keep going after you get to twelve up until twenty-four. Thus 9:00 is actually 22:00 or twenty-two hundred hours. Cool, huh? Now with this decimal system of ours maybe we should consider having 100 seconds per minute, 100 minutes to an hour, and.... well, maybe that's taking it a bit too far.
So, about my day. Well, it being summer and all, and me not having a job, I didn't do much today. Let's see, I um... had breakfast?
Anyway it's time for me to drone on and on about something or other. Today I will be talking about a certain young chanteur named Michael Bublé. He grew up in an old fishing town with his grand father and loved the music of the olden days, particularly that of one Frank Sinatra, a little bit too much. He eventually became a professional singer, and is hitting it big with the oldies. Like Richard Simmons, without the afro. So I was watching this beverage commercial, and he was singing. The lady in the commercial was walking, and passed a magazine with his name on it. Thus I found out his name and was able to download all of his songs in a single evening through the magic of Limewire, conveniently located at www.limewire.com
I am now hooked, and have now become ashamed of my addiction after finding out that 60% of his fan-base are gay males. *pout*
But even though I am in the lowest percentile, and possibly the only straight man who listens to his music, I will not hide it. Nay, I will shout it on the mountain tops - I will proclaim my love for his music with a voice loud and clear so that all may hear me! I will.... Ok I'm done now. You get the point. Current Mood: apathetic
This is the first of many entries in my new weblog. I'm still getting the hang of things, but anyway.
Blogging is one of those things that you think about doing for a long
time before you actually do it, then you're not sure exactly how
you want to do it. I like to write, and I write quite often, so this
should be pretty nice. I've been known to start talking about random
stuff. Did you know that the letter 't' used to be the shape of a coffe
Let's see... it seems appropriate about this time to start talking
about myself. I never much liked drawing attention to my person, which
I guess is why I like the annonymity of the internet. I'm one of those
people you see at the mall looking at the sprinklers that spray the
vegetables. You think something along the lines of "what's that kid
doing? Doesn't he have anything better to do?" Well it turns out that
we're not actually so wierd. We(people who do things like that) are not
simply looking at something; we're actually deep in thought. You see,
you start out thinking about the thing you're looking at, what it's
called, what its alternate uses are, where it was made, and your mind
starts to wander. Before you know it you're thinking about something
only vaguely having anything to do with the object in question. I'll
give you an example. The other day I was looking at a speaker in
Walmart(my mom works there) and after a few minutes she came up to me
and said "that's a nice speaker - thinking about getting it?" I looked
up and said "Speaker? What has that got to do with anything?" I was in
my own little world, and if you were to ask me how I had started a line
of thoughts about the plant potatos come from, I doubt if I could
reconstruct the process. It might have had something to do with the
fact that people always told me that if you talk to a plant it'll grow,
and I am growing a potato plant, so that explains why potatos and not,
I said all that to say this: When you see people apparently looking off
into nothingness, that doesn't mean they're wierd - it means they're
actually using their brains for something. Instead of simply shopping,
they're taking their time to imagine. Either that or they're just
retarded and think the sprinkler is a water machine.
Current Mood: relaxed