One Hundred and Thirteen, Dark Jedi Infestation?

A printer is a wonderful piece of equipment until it doesn't work right. Then it becomes Sith spawn.

~fin~

One Hundred and Twelve, A Bright Red Carnation

I almost missed it as I was walking along reading my fluff book on the way to the library. But the flash of color made me pause. I turned around but didn't see anything. Then as my gaze went back downwards to reconnect with the book, I glimpsed it. In the wintery gray world, its color made it stand out like a beacon. I bent down and picked it up. I imagined how it had gotten there looking so fresh. Was it late for a previous day this month? Or possibly a thank you to a visitor? Perhaps it was just a simple way for one person to say, "I love you," to another. These and more wonderful possibilities flashed through my head. I glanced up at others passing me but they didn't see it. They didn't know another human being was passing them by on their left. I didn't want to just leave it somewhere but I knew there was no purpose to me taking it home. That's when I espied a bench. It wasn't set on the pathway, rather a few feet back within a quagmire of mud. Balancing myself on a couple of thick sticks, I gently laid it down on the bench. Jumping back to the sediment-free (relatively) sidewalk, I looked over my handiwork, proud of what I'd done. I walked away a bit and then glanced back. There it was, the brilliant flash of color in the otherwise dreary world.

One Hundred and Eleven, Juno

"Doctors are sadists; who like to play God and watch lesser people scream."

One Hundred and Ten, Music Movement

"Every now and then I wonder where it went. It used to be all golden and lovely and now it's some sort of decaying mess. No, that's wrong, there's nothing wrong with it, rather I'm the one who screwed it up, went off the deep end. They always said I involved myself too much, I never learned to stay out of things I couldn't comprehend. Yeah, it's true. But you know what? I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Despite the breakdown that inevitably occurs, the vitality the intervening experiences bring rejuvenates me. Make me who I am and I won't deny myself that pleasure even at the expense of the great letdown at the end. Such is my life and I will bear with it."

Sounds like an idealistic martyr, doesn't it? Or a junkie.

I attended my fifth concert ever last night! It was some band I'd never heard of (surprise) and they were pretty good! I watched the people there moving with the music and liked seeing other people who felt the same way I did about the music. I don't have fancy moves to music, just the simple head/body bob and the foot tap. But closing your eyes and making those simple movements to the music is quite relaxing. In reality I guess the compressed sound hits upon my eardrum activating pathways to the brain which simultaneously spits out tons of dopamine if my body moves to the beat. And because of that chemical substance, it's wonderful. Oh yeah, I get high on music, don't you?

In other news, today is the Beatnik's 24th birthday. The Engineer drove up with plans on getting him sloshed tonight. [raises non-alcoholic glass] Here's to you two and good times!

One Hundred and Nine, My Snoring Schedule

I slept in today. I'm finding that this schedule is becoming the norm these days. I get 4-6 hours of sleep per night during weeknights and then I find at least one day on the weekend to sleep in as late as my body allows me to. I don't necessarily enjoy my lack of sleep during the week, but I work to get enough to stay healthy over a week. Plus I just get incoherent without sleep (see previous entry). I've got some big things up on the horizon now. First is my next Block Exam. I know I can knock it out of the park if I put in even half of the time I put in on previous exams. And next is Spring Break. I need the time to catch up on sleep and relax. I can't wait!

One Hundred and Eight, Random Incoherencies

I'm sleepy enough that I'm fall......zzzzzzzzzzz..........ing asleep eyes are useless and a han...........zzzzzzz..........dicap to my teaching methology. You've taugh previsou students and even they can't see what's going on in my head.

[glances at what I just wrote]

I get really goofy when I'm sleepy. So I'm just going to stop.

One Hundred and Seven, What Would Brian Boitano Do?

Wasn't too bad. Odd? Yes, but I didn't freeze up or anything. I just went in and learned stuff and practiced it and came back out. I now know another little bit of being a doctor.

One Hundred and Six, Thank You John Spencer

I feel like I've just witnessed the oddest rollercoaster of emotions and it's all thanks to a TV show. For almost four years now I've slowly been progressing through The West Wing episodes. It's really funny given the general apathy I have towards politics throughout my life. The first time I ever saw an episode was over at the Beatnik and Lord Chaos' family's place. I think it was one of the early shows that still had Sam Seaborn in it. The West Wing finished it's run with a total of seven seasons. One year short of completing two actual terms in the Oval Office. And they really covered a lot of ground there, even after the creator Aaron Sorkin left the show. From the first days of Jed Bartlett's Presidency to the new Election of Matt Santos and a million things in between, every major governmental occurrence that could be written into the show was. Seven seasons, four years is a long time to get to know people, and that's what 156 episodes accomplished. As Heather! Anne! mentioned, one of the best moments was Josh and Donna's carefully structured romantic hookup. There's something to be said for the gradual buildup they had in this show, something about the depth to each character the watchers have come to appreciate over the years.

One thing which I found quite poignant was that one of the actors actually passed away during the taping of the last season. Actor John Spencer died December 16th, 2005. Vice Presidential Candidate Leo McGarry passed away on Election Night, the night his ticket won.

One Hundred and Five, Visiting Friends

Going to visit the Kids and Chris has proved to be a great experience. They're the first people for whom I've made special visiting trips outside of the main group of the Engineer, the Beatnik, and Lord Chaos. For weddings I have visited exotic locales (like Kansas City, MO!) but I don't think to make a long trip just to see someone who I haven't seen in a while. But with these three people, it's definitely worth it. I'm here right now just hanging out and quite content.

One Hundred and Four, Portaling in the Future?

This weekend I'm taking a Road Trip. I'm going off to see the Kids and Chris. Reminded me that it had either been since Christmastime (the kids) or earlier (Chris) that I'd seen them. While the Kids are from the area where they go to school, Chris moved into a new place for his higher education and he's been feeling the lack of his groupies recently. Times like this are when the Engineer's idea of building a personal teleporter sounds great! Or even magick-ing oneself to wherever you need to be! *poof* Texas! *poof* Montreal! *poof* Edmonton! *poof* Brinstar! *poof* Sydney!