Cold And Flu Season is Upon Us

October 27, 2009 at 8:35 PM | Posted in Notes on Society | Leave a comment
I put this little sign up on the board at work. I hope they appreciate it.

symptom

allergies

cold

flu

zombie
infection

fever

 

rare

common; usually
high

at onset

 

 

 

can last 3-4 days

 

headache

sinus pressure

rare

common

at onset

stuffy nose

common

common

sometimes

 

sneezing

common

common

sometimes

 

sore throat

sometimes

common

sometimes

 

cough

common

mild

common, can be
severe

 

general aches/pain

sometimes

mild

common, can be
severe

at onset

chest discomfort

sometimes

rare

common

 

fatigue/exhaustion

sometimes

mild

common, can be
severe

 

 

 

 

can last 2-3 weeks

 

incoherent speech

 

rare

mild

common

desire for human
flesh

mild

rare

common

pervasive

This Brand NewThing

October 27, 2009 at 6:32 PM | Posted in Journal | Leave a comment
  I think I was going to write something else when I made this title the other day.  But now I realize that this brand new thing is stress over money.
  While that is nothing new, this particular session is exciting and special.  I whipped through the money from my loan pretty quickly.  Perhaps I should have done it differently, but I felt that I had projects to do and time off to do it, so that was how I was going to spend the money.  I’ll always have the bills, so I can catch up on those later.
  I hope.
  And now we are nearing the end of the month.  My decision was to take off the month of October, and then in November look for a second job.  It’s just a few days away.  Although I like having the time off, I miss the security of having enough money coming in.  And I also miss the security of *knowing*.  I mean, just because I’m going to start looking for a new second job doesn’t mean I’m going to find one.
  So I have just a few more days of blissful ignorance before I can go out into the world and get truly frightened, stressed-out, and frustrated.  I can’t wait.
  It’ll be an exciting adventure.  What kind of job will I get, what kind of people will I meet?  What bizarre schedule will they want me to keep?  Will I have a better attitude this time?
  I’ve learned a little.  Not much, but a little.

While We’re At It

October 25, 2009 at 7:05 PM | Posted in Journal | 1 Comment
I said *while we’re at it–*
  Miranda came to stay this weekend…she got bored and wanted to go home.  I took her back last night.  It’s not all circuses and kittens, I guess.  But that meant I had today free to work on some stuff.  A few days earlier…or maybe I week earlier–I framed up the wall for a room in the basement for Detroit’s oldest son.  It’s one thing to have an albatross around your neck; it’s quite another to give it room and board.
  I framed up the walls, and today I finally wired it.  The electrical in this house is a little comical.  I think part of it has to do with the job earlier in the year.  In March, I think, we had a new circuit breaker box installed for the house to pass code.  It’s all well and good now, but the fucker just hooked the wires up however he felt like it.
  And they weren’t terribly logical to begin with.  I spent over an hour last week mapping the breakers.  I had a light, a couple of testers, and some ibuprofen.  I turned off one breaker at a time, and then tracked down what turned off.  I had a couple of false starts and things so bizarre I didn’t believe it until I tried it a few times.  But it paid off, because now I know what breaker every outlet, light, fixture and miscellaneous electrical appendage goes to.
  The first project was a new front porch light.  We had purchased four matching carriage lights months ago, and now that it’s too late to take them back if something is wrong I finally put one up.  It didn’t work.  I tried several different possibilities, but the evidence pointed to the fixture itself.  Okay.  The next one I tried worked fine.
  The dream–and everyone has a dream of carriage lights, don’t you think?–was to have one on the front porch, two on either side of the garage door, and since we had four, the last one would be on the back porch.  Our dreams have some flexibility, however; we now decided that no one is going to see the back and the front at the same time.
  Then I wired the boy’s room.  Not too difficult–in fact, it was fun.  I like doing this kind of work.  After that one, I worked in Alex’s room, re-arranging some light fixtures and outlets and switches.  Oh My.  Wow.  Okay.  Except for the bathroom wall I need to tear out and rebuild, we are pretty much ready for drywall.  Alright.  We go and buy the drywall, and it is late afternoon but I’m still gung ho–but we get back and now it’s a little later, and I was going to make my baked potato soup. 
  So that’s where we are right now.  At least I’ve been doing stuff, I just ran out of time.  Now I’m waiting for soup.

Maturity

October 25, 2009 at 6:36 PM | Posted in Notes on Society | Leave a comment
  Oh, I was just listening to some talk radio, and it was three people–the host and two guests.  One of the guests was some famous atheist (really, is there any other kind?) and both the host and the other guest were believers.
  I turned it off.
  Not because I was in danger of having my faith become shaky.  And not because I was angry about what they were talking about.  It’s important to talk about, sure, but mostly, I don’t care to discuss it with most people.  Why?  Well, most people are stupid.
  I’m going to generalize because that is my gift:  most atheists that you’ve heard of are smug, condescending assholes.  That’s not to say most of the entire lot is, just most of the ones you’ve heard of.  The ones that get air time or Internet time.
  And right there I can prove that atheists are wrong and there is a God.  The internet is proof of Intelligent Design.
  When I was new to my faith I was fired up and ready to battle with any non-believer who dared to cross swords with me.  I had the knowledge (I thought), I had the power (not really), and I had the spirit (a little).
  Some things over the years have managed to…not even shake my faith, but maybe jostle it a little.  That’s a natural thing.  After all I’ve done and seen and been through, my faith is still here.  Like a grizzled veteran on the bench, it’s solid, dependable, quiet.  And mildly annoyed and amused at the rookies at the same time.
  But faith is a very personal thing.  I don’t want to argue with someone about what I believe.  I don’t want to argue with someone about what THEY believe.  I know what I know, I believe what I believe.  I think what I think.  I piss what I piss.  What, do you think you have some compelling argument, some important proof or documentation, some intractable knowledge that there is no God?  Good for you.  And then, you want to take that information and FORCE it on me, and make me know what you know, and make me believe what you believe?  Will I then think what you think, and piss what you piss?
  I know that religionists have been–in your view, at least–pushing their wares upon you relentlessly.  In their view, you and others like you have been pushing God and religion away from everyone.
  In a country where everyone is supposedly able to believe what they want, you sure do take a marked interest in trying to get them to believe in nothing. 
  I’m just really not that interested in whatever "proof" that you may have, just as I have noticed that you are not interested in whatever "proof" I may have.  I have an answer, a reason, an explanation for all of your little feats of evidence.  No, I’m not going to enumerate them, because that would mean engaging you on the field of philosophical battle.  Although it’s the only battlefield where no one dies, there can also never be a victor.
  My answers and reasons aren’t as pat as "God put the dinosaurs there to test our faith."  There is deeper meaning and larger understanding in all of it.  Evolution?  Probably happened.  The Bible doesn’t specifically say it doesn’t, does it?  The Bible doesn’t mention calculus or iPods,either.  Do they not exist?  The Bible is not a science book.  It’s not a history book, even, although it does cover historical context. 
  And this is where I have a problem with the Bible thumpers.  It is the Word of God.  It’s not the only Words he spake.  And it was translated and changed and distorted and intentionally hacked and accidentally spilled on.  The ones who believe it is the end-all/be-all word of God exactly as written don’t understand editing, committees, politics, parables, or basic communication skills.
  Look, I know that when I talk to various people–and I was going to write about this in a different context–when I talk to different people, I talk to one of them differently than I may talk to another.  I’m treating them equally…but different.  In order to get the same results out of some people, I have to talk to them differently.  This is how it is, this is the nature of us as individuals. 
  So God spoke to the savages of that time quite differently than he might speak to you, sophisticated and jaded uptown college professor with patches on your elbows.
  My faith is sufficient to navigate the troubled waters of aggressive atheists and the tiny shallow streams of belligerent religionists.  I know that they each have some measure of truth, even the non-believers.  I know that they mean well, except I can’t excuse the Muslim jihadists.  Maybe I should ask for forgiveness, for not being able to move past that–
  I’m not interested in winning an argument against any of them.  In the end, we shall all find out.  And then you will see, you will finally see…
  That I am right and you were wrong.
  Neener-neener!

  Hahaha.  Having said all that, let me leave you with these thoughts:

Islam is like the soccer of the religious world.  It’s popular everywhere else in the world except America, Americans don’t really get it and don’t really want to, and it’s violent as hell.  Also, you never really see women fans in the stands.
And if you call it violent, the fans will get a rugby player to kick your ass.

I guess NASCAR is like religion in America.  The biggest day is Sunday and you can still drink beer.  You just sit on your couch and watch.  It’s really loud and it doesn’t require much understanding.  The chicks are hot in a trailer-trash kind of way.

Cricket IS a lot like Wicca.  You never expect to actually see it, so when you do, you really have no idea what you’re looking at.  You can’t really follow it and are really just hoping to see some naked chicks.  Whenever someone tries to explain it to me, they just sound really condescending.

Is baseball like Judaism?  The real players make a lot of money.
The men in black–rabbis or umpires–make the rules.
Steroids are optional.

Calling Scientology a religion is like calling date rape a sport.

Ankle Bender

October 25, 2009 at 6:31 PM | Posted in Journal | Leave a comment
  About a year ago, my 12-year old daughter was about five-foot six.  Now, at 13, she is five-nine.  We make ’em tall in my family, I guess.
  And usually with some deformity.
  My son is a behemoth at six-foot-eight.  His feet are flat like his mother’s, and shaped much like a duck’s foot.
  Miranda has a real arch like I do, but she is knock-kneed, a condition for which there is a long word for.  With her knees together, there is 20 centimeters between her feet.  That is…a bit much.  Luckily, the orthopedic doctor says they can do something about it.
  We should have done something about this a year ago, before her last growth spurt, but I put it off and put it off.  However, I made an appointment for her to check out the possibilities.  The did some x-rays of her knees and also her hand to check her bone age.  It looks like she has a little bit of growth left in them.  Maybe enough.
  What they would do is make a tiny incision above and below the knee, right on the bones on the inside, and screw on a couple of plates.  These would inhibit the growth on that side while allowing the other side to continue to grow.  This should allow the legs to straighten out somewhat.
  It might be a little late to get full recovery on her legs, but the doctor seemed hopeful that they can get the gap down to about half, or 8 to 10 centimeters.  Anything over 18 is too much, which is what she has.
  So.  So now we set up the surgery, make the calls to the insurance, and get it going.  They do it as an out-patient procedure, and she can walk out of the office.  She might have to take a few days off of school, but it’s not very invasive.  She is actually looking forward to it.

TheThree Bears

October 25, 2009 at 6:30 PM | Posted in Journal | Leave a comment
  This Bed is too hard.
  This bed is too soft.
  And this bed is just right–
 
  We had our new bed delivered last night, pretty exciting stuff.  Sunday we took a break from whatever the hell it was that we were doing and went to the bed store.  I told this story already.  I looked over it, and reviewed the three paragraphs, wondering if I could add to the story somehow.  The verdict?
  Not really.  Reading a about someone shopping for a bed has to be slightly less interesting than the actual bed shopping itself, which is a complete drag and it made me feel both sleepy and ironic.
  Nonetheless we paid and arranged for delivery, which would be Wednesday evening between 630 pm and 930 pm.  I thought that was kinda late but it was their window, not mine.  The gentlemen showed up around 830, and it was point and grunt to show them where we wanted the bed because they no habla the Englis.
  It’s a purty nice bed.  A king, like I said.  I like having the room, although I get the feeling that Detroit wants to cover it with pillows and chiffon and stuffed animals and crap like that.  She is such a girl.  We…tried the bed out…and then went to sleep.  It was very quiet, as well.  No squeaking, no creaking, and very little moaning.  Maybe I’m off my game.
  I was enormously comfortable.  I woke up with no aches, which is always a plus.  Alex took our old bed, and his old bed we (and by we I mean they because I wasn’t there) moved it into Miranda’s room-slash- the guest room.
  Detroit had finished painting the living room several days ago, and now the furniture is arranged more or less the way she wants it, I think.  It’s starting to come together.
  No, I still haven’t fixed the sink.

We Don’t need No–

October 19, 2009 at 3:12 PM | Posted in Personal | 2 Comments
  I just did the math, and it’s a little scary.  It’s amazing how far 2900 doesn’t go.
  I had a loan on my 401k, and it was just paid off.  It was automatically paid out of my paycheck.  I figured that I was already used to not having that money, so why not get a new loan, because I had some things to buy. 
  The max I could get was 2900 bones, so that’s what I took.  I got the money deposited Friday, and this morning I look at my account.
  I have 900 dollars left.  Fuck me, where did it go?  Well, the biggest part of it was actually yesterday when me and the ol lady bought a new bed.  One of the things I lost in the divorce (Aside from my…crap, I can’t really think of anything funny at the moment.  Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.  But you know how I think.  It would be something funny and ironic, yet poignant, because that’s exactly how I am.) was the King-size bed.
  I’ve been in a queen for these past three years and let me tell you, sharing a bed with Detroit is not the easiest thing in the world to do.  She hogs the covers, and the bed.  She takes the middle.  She tosses and turns alot, and she snores.  She gets hot and whips the covers off of both her AND me.  She wants sex all the time, no matter how tired I am, or how unattractive and bloated I feel.
  She won’t even make the bed in the morning, but that’s another complaint entirely.
  But I like a king bed.  I’ve had one since high school, essentially, when my parents passed their old one down to me.  A king is nice.  Lots o space.  No more of that icky touching and sharing and crap.
  We went to some store that sells beds–Mattresses and More, or some such crap–and the fine young homosexual salesman made us a deal.  The bed was 2100 dollars ("Compare at 2699!" whatever that means) but we worked a deal that involved me stripping at a party for him and we got it down to 1200.  With delivery and so forth, about 14 medium-sized ones.  If a grand is a big one, and 14 big ones is 14 grand, then maybe 14 little ones is 140 dollars, and 14 medium sized ones is 1400.  See, I just–never mind.  It was funnier in my head and there are more of us in here than there are of you out there.

  So that’s a good half of the money.  The rest I still have most of, but maybe I need to pay a bill or something.  Ugh.  Oh, I did spend some of it on the lumber and hardware, and started building in the basement.  The plans are, redo a wall in the bathroom to add a shower, add a wall to Alex’s room to cut out a small section for a storage room, and build the walls for Brandon’s room.  So far, I have Brandon’s walls framed up.  I need to add the wiring, and then we can drywall.  Detroit, meanwhile, painted the living room again, re-enforcing the belief I have that someday soon she will tire of me.  Either that, or she’ll want to slap a couple of coats of paint on me, like she did the living room walls.
  Anyway, that’s where the title came from.  Pink Floyd’s "The Wall."

Somebody Stop Me

October 16, 2009 at 5:16 PM | Posted in The Corporate World | Leave a comment
Finally, up to date….
  I’m not sure if I buy into the whole premise of United Way.  Just as an observation, they seem really self-involved and all about the fund-raising but not much about the goals.  They give you little teasers about what they do with the money, but the salaries and bonuses they pay are never shown in those PowerPoint presentations.  Know what I mean?
  Their slogan should be "Give us cash and assuage your guilt."  Because that’s what it amounts to.  That, and a tax write-off.
  So here we are in the winding down of our own United Way campaign.  We had some fun events, like the chili cook-off and the E-Bingo.  Of course, they sent out the bingo numbers to everyone even though only a certain number were playing.  But several times a day I would get an email telling me the next number.
  "B-7"
  "I-22"
  "O-64"
  Finally I had to send her an email letting her know that I had had enough.
  "You sank my battleship!"

  And then we had the trivia night.  Just last night, in fact, so it is still fresh in my brain…like an unanswered trivia question.  These things are organized much as one might think they are.  We have the umbrella group called the "Moral and Events committee," which I just call the "Sun and Fun Committee."  Under this heading everyone is divided into subcommittees.
  The Facilities and Logistics subcommittee arranged the venue at some golf course club house, and the Food and Beverage committee planned the food, snacks, and beverages.  Communications and promotions sub made sure everyone was aware of the event and sent out emails and put up fliers.  The decorating and purchasing sub handled the decorating, and all other receipts went through them to the finance, budget, and record keeping sub.  This was not an idea spawned by the program and entertainment sub, but a recurring event that we have.  No involvement from the employee recognition sub either.
  I’m on the Employee events committee, which I just noticed is not a sub-committee.  I remember I had wanted to be on the food and bev sub, because I have food service experience.  Lisa, the head of HR and I realize now my friend, thought that I would be better suited for another committee.  And I’m glad, because food and bev is alot of work.  I’m on the events committee because eerily, Lisa recognized early on that I am an idea person.  Eerily, I say.  I’m on the events committee because I come up with ideas.  So what did I do?
  Well, when we had the chili cook-off, I rode shotgun with Bunny to Sam’s and did the heavy lifting for the chips and buns and hot dogs.  For the trivia night I went with her to do the heavy lifting for the soda and snacks.  Then, because someone else was suppose to deliver them to the venue and they weren’t around, I did.  I really am a one-man committee:  Ideas and heavy lifting.
  Carrie from the food and bev committee catered the event, so someone from finance and budget cut her a check.  I wonder if it’s just a coincidence that she’s on that committee, or if it’s because she does catering?
  I was one of the team captains for the trivia, and there were ten or eleven teams, I think.  I made little table-top folds with our team name on it.  From the Monty Python, and also because all of us are more or less conservative, the team was "Right Thinking People."
  It was a good time.  And then the trivia started.  Oh, Lord.  There were ten categories with ten questions.  After finishing the round all the teams handed in their sheets, and the hostess (with the mostest) went over the answers while someone else tallied the scores and wrote them on the big board.
  So keep in mind this is a company event.  A table full of HR people, a table full of loan officers, a smattering of managers and VPs everywhere.  About 80 people in the room.  The posted everyone’s score, and for the first round, our team was on top.  I did what was natural.
  I got up and did a victory lap around the room.
  Funny once, I know.  I figured I would do it only for the rounds we won.
  Well, we won every round.
  After a while it’s not funny anymore, and I’m just an attention-seeking asshole.  When people laugh at it, it only serves as fuel.  ("Whatever you do, *don’t* encourage him!")  Of course, there were two rounds were we were tied with another group, and I got up and instead of running and doing a victory lap, I did the sullen walk of sharing fame.
  There was even a round where we scored ZERO points, and we still won.  That was further into the game, and someone tied us at that point.  We still pulled ahead.  By the end, second and third were tied about three points behind us.
  The prize was two hundred and fifty bones, or clams, or whatever it is you want to call them.  The precedent had been set in previous years, so we agreed to donate it back to the Cause.  Of course, not everyone on our team came to that meeting.  Suzan was shocked, but we had already decided and I swear I thought she was there but she probably wasn’t listening because with a table full of people there are always at least three conversations going on.
  I went up to accept the prize. I grabbed the mike and promptly unplugged it.  I said, "I’d like to thank the Academy–"
  Then I continued, out loud to cover the whole room.  "Our team would like to make an announcement.  We have decided that even though–even though 250 dollars divided by seven people is almost 120 per person–" I let the math sink in– "we have decided to donate our winnings to the cause.  Thank you and goodnight."
  Since I had already made an ass of myself, it would have been much worse if we had kept the money.  Then again, I don’t know why that stopped me.

  And today I talked with a few people that were there.  There was a table full of loan officers.  These are the big money people, the movers and shakers, the ones that make things happen.  Once when I was making a victory lap I stopped at their table, turned my back to them and shook my ass.  In hindsight, probably not a good move.  I don’t need to get fired from this job too. 
  They were not happy.  Not all of them were upset, just a couple of the soreheads.  Most reasonable people accept it for what it was, which is just some good natured ribbing.  Take it as motivation to try and beat, dudes.  Hell.  These are supposed to be the super-motivated super-salesmen, trying to out-best each other.  They should have tried harder.
  I think our ace in the hole was Joe.  We all contributed well, but Joe almost single-handedly took care of the round about drinks:  given the ingredients, name the drink.
  Joe has a part-time job as a bartender.
  He also pretty much cleaned up on the round about sports.  The funny thing was, there was one round were we scored zero.  Zip.  Zilch.  Nada surf.  That was one of the two times when someone caught up and tied with us.  We scored a donut on one round and still won the hole thing.  It was one of those stupid things where we had pictures with eyes and hair of someone and mouth and nose of someone else, the guess who the two celebrities are.  Fuck that.  That’s not trivia.  Either that or it is the true definition of such.

Battle Royale

October 16, 2009 at 5:10 PM | Posted in Personal | Leave a comment
Long about October 13 or 14th, I think…
  I figure I needed to take down these notes, since this is something I said the other day.  Speaking of which, there is something I said the other day that I want to remember, and I don’t think this is it.  I think I forgot what it was.  So, if anyone can remind me, that would be great.  Thanks.

  The first thing is about Deja Vu.  But first, a joke:
  ADD-ja-vu:  Where you get the strange feeling that you’ve been distracted before.

This particular style of Deja vu used to happen to me regularly when I was a teenager.  VERY regularly.  Didja ever have Deja vu?  You know what it is, right?  Basically, something happens to you that is familiar, like you saw it in a dream.  Right?  Ever have that?
  Okay, now:  ever have that feeling where this seems familiar, and you realize that you are *about* to have that deja vu moment?  It’s coming up, but it hasn’t happened yet?  No, yes?  Some of you?  Very few?  Okay.
  So have you ever been in that situation, and saw what was coming and what you were about to say or do, and then…you tried to change it?
  Did it work?
  Because it doesn’t for me.  I do something different from what I thought I was going to do, and it turns out that my memory was just fuzzy, and what I ended up doing was what was originally in the deja vu to begin with.  I just remembered it wrong.
  The thing about it is, though, is that the "wrong" deja vu memory lingered as well.  Almost like they were alternate universes that branched off at different decisions.
  Wow.  I’ve never actually written this down.  If it wasn’t for the fact that when this stuff happened it was completely and utterly mundane events I would think this is a great sci-fi story idea.  In fact I may still use it.
  But I wrote about this as an example of how I, on a daily basis, battle with my brain.

  I just remembered what the other thing was that I wanted to remember, and it is ever so lightly related to this.  There are different levels of consciousness.  There are also different levels of unconsciousness as well.  I guess that is just a different end of the same scale.  But I wanted to enumerate and identify them, or at least some of them.  I’m sure I’ve experienced several of them.
  Just as a for instance, did you ever wake up from a dream and you were still in another dream?  I think those were two separate layers.  Just like daydreaming, if deep and vivid, is another.  There are more.  There is the whole "in the zone" thing, and some other stuff I want to research about this.  This has nothing to do with my potential ADD.  I swear.

  But I do battle with my brain all the time.  Not just distractions–hell, that’s preschool shit.  I’m talking about my brain thinking of…
  Let me put it this way.  I don’t have a multiple personality disorder, I think.  The big clue there is that I don’t have any missing time and I never wake up wearing odd clothes and wondering where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing, other than that one time.
  But there is alot of noise up here (this is me, tapping my skull).  You talk to yourself?  Really?  I have a mix between a committee meeting and a classroom and a bachelor party going on in my head all the time.  I can hear music right now.  I can feel several minds looking over my shoulder at what I am writing.  Someone is narrating this, and a few are arguing, with one of them at a chalk board.  The guys sitting at the table are drawing architectural plans and putting together remodeling ideas (for the house, not my brain.)  Someone else is rifling through my story ideas for me, editing and taking notes and planning characters.
  Another clown is surfing the web for porn.
  They are all in my head talking at the same time.  And they keep grabbing the microphone away from one another, so I hear each one of them in turn.  The guy watching porn doesn’t say much; he’s busy.

  Maybe all of that is an exaggeration, because when I say it like that it does sound like a multiple personality.  It’s not, it’s just me.  Several of them, but they are all me.  And they all want to do several different things all at once.  Very often, that’s why I procrastinate.  I want to do so much that part of me sees the futility in it and knows that I’ll never get it done, so why bother?  Other times I get pulled in different directions so badly that I end up spinning my wheels.  A year and a half ago–more or less–I had a similar situation where I wasn’t working as much, and it drove me batty because I had too much time on my hands and all I was doing was wasting it.
  This time, at least, I approached it with a plan, plus it was the time of year where I feel really constructive, plus I had a small chunk of money coming my way to do some projects with.  I look at the calendar now and see that it is about two weeks since I got fired.  What in the hell have I been doing?  I know I got some things done, mostly last week.  I haven’t done much this week, except for Monday.  Tonight we are going out.  This weekend I expect to frame me up some drywall, righteously.  if I get this accomplished, it will make me feel like I didn’t waste the week, when all I did is stuff everybody does.
  I still haven’t fixed the sink.

Relativity

October 16, 2009 at 5:05 PM | Posted in Journal | Leave a comment
This would October 12th, Columbus Day
  I did so much Saturday and Sunday, and I couldn’t believe that I actually had another day off.  This is the first three-day weekend I can every remember that I actually got off all three days for.  Detroit had off Friday, but she had to work today.  Some schools are open because they don’t like the idea of celebrating Columbus Day.
  I say fuck em.  Columbus is not the one personally responsible for gutting the Central and South American civilizations.  He didn’t personally bring over syphilis.  He didn’t subjugate, take over, and conquer the indigenous cultures.
  We did. 
  We are the winners.  We won.  They lost.  Don’t get me started on this.  It was them or us.  We should stay in Europe stacked on top of each other while this land gets over run with a few million backwards Indians and several billion buffalo?  I don’t think so.  Shit happens.  Throughout history, shit has happened.  It is much better to be the ones that bringeth the shit than to be the ones shitteth upon.  But it is going to happen, one way or another.  You can cry over 500 year old spilt milk like a bitch, or you can live your life.

  All of this so that Detroit could get up and go to work and I could stay in bed.  Hah-ha!  But I did get up and venture out.  It was a little wet out early, but it dried up.  I drove down to this place that would recycle scrap metal and so forth, and asked them about all the metal from the fireplace.  They said yeah, they would take it, but no, they would not pay me.  What a crock of shit.
  But it was more important to get rid of it, so I loaded up the truck with the stuff and headed off.  It actually wasn’t that easy.  The bigger part of the fireplace was mostly metal, but there was some blocks of concrete or something like that between the walls for to be heat resistant.  I had to bust it, pry it, bend it, and cut it to get it down to size and get that stuff out of it.  Looked like their might be some asbestos in there too, which is now on my garage floor.  When I sweep it up and throw it out, no one will know.  So, sshhh!
  But I trekked the stuff to the recycling place.  Then I took the library book back, dropping it in the repository.
  I wanted to get to the TV ordeal.  If you recall, I got a 60 inch rear projection TV from helping someone move.  I didn’t have room for it, not until we got rid of the fireplace.  It has sat in the garage for about a month now.  I had the boys help me bring it in, and then Brandon helped me hook it up to try it.  It works!  Okay, NOW I can move the other one. 
  And now I have a big-ass whopping TV in my living room.

  Let’s see…the next project starting this evening is the kitchen sink.

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