If Harrison Ford Has A Twitter Or Anything Like That, It'd Be Awesome If He Posted, "Damn It, Chewie."

Going to make a CD called "The Sounds of Waking Up" which will showcase the wondrous groans, creaking, and stumbling around after long nights and naps. It could also go by the other name "The Sounds of Being an Ent".

This is probably an asshole thing to ask; however, it's required since everyone seems surprised by recent events: When you build your city below, at, or near sea level, how do you not suspect something could go wrong? From my days in catholic school, I sort of remember a parable about a guy who built his house by a river. It didn't end well for him. Fairly certain the story behind that metaphor was pretty well-established knowledge back then. What's interesting is no one has started blaming the city planners for failing to do enough to mitigate the effects of this eventuality. Though not nearly on the scale of Fukishima, I recall the plant designers being blamed immediately for discounting the possibility of a massive earthquake causing a massive tsunami, because, you know, that happens all the time in Japan... Yeah... Negligence is the real tragedy.

To clarify: The reason I decided to reference something I'm pretty sure was in the bible somewhere is because that particular region has a high concentration of bible thumpers. The fact they'll take leviticus literally, yet are too stupid to interpret the parable I referenced highlights my above final point.

Maybe it's because I was sick today, but my confusion between a couple coworkers came out as racist, apparently. I'm at my desk, there's a little cabinet behind me and slightly off to the right. I turn to my left and see a pair of shoes attached to some legs out of the corner of my eye, but that's it. Now, in my mind the only person who could be sitting there was the same coworker who always sits there. I turn back to my desk, then turn around fully a minute later: It's not the coworker I thought. I must have looked really confused because they looked at me weird. I said I mixed up the coworker behind me with the other one (who was sitting a bit further away). It was like when you don't put your keys in the same spot just one time, and you completely forget where you put them. I'm also a bit slow... Now, they may have been kidding with me when I told them why I got really confused, but I got the feeling they seriously thought I was being racist. I hate it when people even joke about that kind of thing with me. It's not really funny. They're both awesome, and I like them; but, I will feel pretty bad if getting mixed up made that impression....

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Is it guilt? What is it?

I have this weird, lingering... feeling...? Since we broke up about a year ago, we remained in contact, I have seen my ex gain at least thirty pounds. She was always insecure, depressed, anxious, etc. on top of being just downright lazy when it came to her physical well-being, and there was nothing I could say or do to get her to change that. She takes half a dozen medications to help her, and it seems to me they don't work. She refused to even eat better (A salad with ten ounces of ranch dressing is not healthy) when I gave up on offering to do walk-jog-run or something as simple as Wii-Fit. I didn't care she was overweight already or not as active as she should have been, I just wanted her to actually think for once instead of sitting on facebook all day eating junk food and looking (then, subsequently, complaining to me) at how all these "friends" kept getting married, engaged, blah, blah, blah. Eventually, the daily irony of being all these things on top of her going to nursing school was too much for me to bear. Few things make me angrier than people in health care, or trying to get into it, who can hardly make it up a flight of steps, much less have some semblance of mental/emotional stability. I don't care how smart a person is in a classroom (she is very book-smart, that much is true). If they think they are material for being in a position to possibly need to save people and have zero stability other than this illogical, masochistic idea that being in health care will mystically make themselves better (physically, mentally, emotionally), they're wrong. Thinking a job they will have huge responsibilities will magically make them take care of themselves, too, simply makes no sense at all when they have fits of depression or anxiety that keep them in bed all day. It makes me sad, too. It makes me sad because a part of me really, REALLY wanted to help her. I wanted to help her succeed, but she'd have nothing of it. A part of me also feels responsible for how she reacted to the breakup. Honestly, that's illogical, as well. Maybe even more so than her mindset. There was little worthwhile about that relationship, honestly. The relationship yielded little more than what a good friendship could have (sex has never been a strong selling point to me). Maybe if we'd been friends longer before dating, we could have circumvented the inevitable. She isn't a bad person, but she is too self-destructive for anyone less than psychiatrists to handle. Still... All-in-all, for whatever, ridiculous reason, I still feel bad... and I don't know why...

It really sucks missing some people.

I think the day when everything comes together and I finally know my happiness will be the day Death takes me. Some of us just weren't lucky enough to be born for happy lives.

Brutal Easter goodies. -z

You know who's awesome? Ronda Rousey. There's no point in beginning to describe her level of awesomeness because it would continue on longer than it'd take Floyd Mayweather to read Green Eggs and Ham. This woman is Athena incarnate, only she'd never put up with any of Zeus' bullshit.

Someone needs to write a story about the Headless Horseman as an undead superhero who always forgets he's missing his head. He'll keep trying to head butt people or whistle for his horse, only to remember that he doesn't have a head. It'd start off with him writing a book about the inconvenience of being headless and follow his misadventures on his quest to find out where it went. All the while, he's battling people who want to take over the world or steal his head. He'll have great, heroic monologues in sign language that only get translated when someone else or the villain happen to know sign language. He also has to hide from everyday people because of the stigma created by the events in the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, which he swears (in sign language) to the authorities are terribly misinterpreted. People try to re-kill him, exorcise him, and capture him, etc. Demons and other undead try to take him back to the underworld. Aliens and super villains keep trying to destroy the planet. All he wants is to find his head and be able to enjoy a beer or two at the bar down the street from his apartment.