Yeah, sure

Okay, so I just found this. That’s almost as frightening as this. Wow. That’s all I have to say.

So let’s see, last night I think I had a dream that I thought was about Scientoligists or something. Or at least it was about some weird cult/religion thing. The cool thing about this cult is that they were based in a playground, not unlike the one near my old home (all wood, with little pea gravel all around, like this but without the weirdo). Everyone had weird arrowhead type amulets, and there were broken amulets laid out on cloths dispersed around the Holy Playgroundish thing. It was very strange, and more than twelve hours ago, so I don’t remember a whole lot more than that. I’m pretty sure I pissed that religion off, though, just I would probably piss most religions off were their founders/leaders ever to meet me.

Concerning my less than pleasant house-hunting, I am constantly reminded: I hate house-hunting. Four people, with four different ideals, trying to find one place. *sigh* It’ll be over sooner or later. Hopefully sooner, so KrisDi doesn’t have to move herself.

On the bright side, I got to physically restrain my little Chinese roommate so Oleo could take a picture of her foot (for some reason she was quite violently opposed to this). Once I have it, I’ll post the picture up on my faithful website.

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People are bastards

So, about a month ago (give or take), the owner of our house came down to look at things, do some work, and take measurements for things like putting in new counters. This got us thinking that, since we’re on a month-to-month rental agreement, maybe they were planning on selling the house or something, and asked both the owner and the landlady to let us know as early as possible if/when we would have to move out, since we have such unpredictable travel schedules. They each assured us that there were no plans to make us move.

Of course, one or both of them were lying through their teeth.

The landlady called yesterday (most likely because the owner isn’t a fan of confrontation, which she most surely would have received) to let us know we have thirty days to move out, all in compliance with our rental agreement and in complete violation of trust and basic human decency. The owner wants to move back into the house.

Randomly, the house across the street is for rent. It’s a four bedroom, which is more bedrooms than we need (but probably not really enough floor space). KrisDi just went and talked to them (while still wearing her ducky pajamas), and they took her name and number and said we’d call them back. It would certainly be convenient to move across the street, since we wouldn’t have to get a truck or anything, but if that bitch owner is moving back in, we’d be getting some crappy neighbors.

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Bibliophilia

I’ve had books on the brain lately. KrisDi’s parents gave me a $25 gift certificate to Borders, and I found some list of the 100 greatest Sci-Fi books ever. Consequently, I put all the books on that list that I don’t own on a list of books I want (plus some other ones I want). And I also have a list of all the books I own. Obviously, I’ve put them both on the internet. It includes a lot of the books KrisDi has, too, since they’re all on the same shelves. I’m eventually going to add lists of CDs and movies, too.

So, right away, with the $25 gift certificate, I bought Childhood’s End by Arthur C. Clarke (incidentally, Fantastic Fiction is a great website for fiction fans). It’s #1 on the list for a damn good reason. It’s an awesome book. It was easy to forget the book was written 50+ years ago, and that’s damn impressive. Clarke’s creative as all hell! I highly recommend it. I just finished it yesterday or the day before.

Right before that, I read The Drawing of the Three, by Stephen King, the second book in the Dark Tower series. I think I’ve decided to stick it out through the series. Mom’ll hate me for it, but I’m generally more interested in stories than in writing styles and ability, and while she hate’s King, I like his stories. Mostly because I reading stories that don’t have happy endings, considering (fictional) problems that don’t have no-one-gets-hurt solutions. Like this one. Not too shabby. I wouldn’t recommend it to everyone, as the above book, but I like it.

I also read the last of the three books Monocular Ben lent me; Warp Speed by Travis S. Taylor. I gotta say I didn’t like it. The story was decent, but the characters weren’t, and the writing was terrible (and if I think so, it’s gotta be pretty damn bad). It was all first person, which is a style I find difficult to get into and therefore don’t like that much (yeah, I know I just said stories are more important than style, but this style was infuriating, it was actually upsetting me as I was reading it). I did like the moderately firm basis in physics (he used theories that actually exist [Alcubierre Drive, Casimir Effect]), but I really don’t need to know the gear the main character’s bike was in when he took a header. Or all the sordid details of the aforementioned header. *sigh* He tried so hard not to make his character a cliche that he made him two cliches. Oh well. I’ll shut up. I don’t recommend it.

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Green Pinkie (updated)

Check it out. So, this spot on my finger started out a highlighter green color around Monday or Tuesday, then it got darker and bigger and started hurting, and the finger swelled a little. So today, Thursday, I decided to stop by the doctor’s office, since it’s right next to the ATM. The nurses seemed pretty worried. In fact, they made me pretty nervous about it. They set me up for the ‘earliest possible appointment’, which is Monday morning, and gave me something to take with me so I can get blood tests done before the doctor’s appointment. They also told me to go to the emergency room if it got any worse in the meantime.

Your assignment: Guess the cause! I haven’t a clue. Exotic, obscure, and fictional ailments are preferable. My money’s on “Mononucleosis Decapitis”, the strain of mono that causes your head to fall off.

I also put up other pictures from my birthday, some of which are pretty amusing. I like the one of our Asian girls pining after KrisDi.

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All right, due to popular demand (Wilmbo), I’m updating. Turns out Darkside was most likely right. Just a dumb infection. *sigh* Spoilsport. Thanks.

I went in on Friday because something opened up, and after waiting forever, I saw the doctor. He was intrigued, at least, which made me feel justified for bothering to go in. He asked me a bunch of questions and sliced off the green spot in a couple chunks. After the second slice or so, a bunch of green pus came oozing out. They sent in two samples; one for fungus, one for bacteria. Gave me some fun polysporin thing and some Keflex (Cephalexin? something like that) and a bandaid. I forgot to ask for a lolly. I go back on Thursday or so to find out the results of the cultures. Turns out I should have just poked it, like half the people I showed it to were saying.

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More Photos

Five separate photo updates:

January 28th. Me playing a theramin, and Grandma launching Jell-O at Mom.

February 12th. There’s only one picture here. My friend/co-worker Jon got a magic bean thing for Christmas. He thought he would have enough time to grow it in February, so he started doing so. However, he got stuck on an unexpected trip, so he was faced with a dilemma. He packed up his little beansprout in a little box full of packing peanuts and carried it all the way to Norfolk, where he grew it in the hotel room. As you can see here, in the terminal at LAX, he was pretty excited about it.

March 1st. A whole bunch of pictures KrisDi took while underway.

March 4th. My birthday celebration with Mom and Grandma. No food flinging this time, but some weird faces. And some plant-growing device I built for Mom.

March 10th. My birthday celebration at home. We went to a Dave and Buster’s, where I hit something with a hammer, demonstrated my general incompetence, was perplexed by a simple toy, and made an ass of myself using a paddle with a ball tied to it (boy, you’d be surprised how many BDSM links you’ll find if you do some Google searches for “paddle with a ball tied to it toy“).

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