May 29th thru June 4th, 2005Previous Week | Archive Index | Current Blog | Next Week People of Other Religions May Outnumber Christians, But They Don't Outweight Them  That's a take on one of my dad's jokes. I arose to go
down to Licton Springs Park and a church-service BBQ held by my neighbors. They are good people. The
service was good and quick, and the food was tasty and filling. I Love Potato Salad. Played some
volleyball, though never more than 3 to a side. An extremely attractive girl was chagrined, in a cute way,
when my neighbor and I beat her team despite her years of volleyball experience and her team's having one
more person than ours. But she asked me my name, so soon we shall be married. It's a church thing, Lord
knows.Played some more CoH, of course, trying to get me low-level character, Dakota Jonas, up in stature. He's a Kheldian, which means he hosts an alien life form that essentially is just intelligent light. It's a so-called Epic Archetype, meaning only people who have achieved level 50 with another character can play it. And since I am not creative, I named him after Dakota Jones. No telling yet if he's a wanna be or is Dakota Jones himself. Speaking of that stuff, I've been writing a story on our Alliance of Heroes message board to re-introduce my character. I'll post it here as well. Warning-- it's very rushed and very cheesy and makes a lot of in-game references that non-players may not comprehend.
Then I tried to sleep but dreamlike wonders kept me up for a long time, till they "exhausted" me. You have no idea what I mean; trust me. Monday May 30th, 2005, Memorial Day The Great Memorial Day Star Wars Orgy I woke up and made pancakes. Yes I did. But I had no syrup! Consternation! I made some anyway. Yum.
Buttery-- I know how to make them buttery my friends. Then I watched Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace on DVD. My
neighbors watched it with me, and after I gave an impromptu white-board seminar on the politics of the
Republic. Then an extended break, wherein I watched some making-of documentaries, and then it was time for
Episode II: Attack of the Clones. This one,
the love story of the bunch, was easier to follow. Once that was over, it was time to go see the latest
one, Episode III, Revenge of the Sith, in
theaters. Well, AFTER paying for parking at Cinerama, I came to
find that they were sold out of the 7 PM show. So over to Pacific Place.
Oh, and I finished Terry Practhett's Reaper Man before bed. Now for Witches Abroad. Fatness Assailed Me I HAD to go to the Gym. I had to. No excuses. I had been eating food all weekend and no exercise. It was four days of binging and so now it was time to purge. A but. I did 30 on the treadmill, running for 10 of it. I was eager to get back to CoH, you see, and so I let the fatigue beat me. But I DID do the bare minimum. So I'm good. And I made it to level 9 with DJK (We'll call him that: Dakota Jones the Kheldian, to differentiate him from DJ, Dakota Jones). Did lots of chores all day long, otherwise. Laundry and Dishes and bills and my mom's present overnighted through UPS and work of course, children, always work.
My First AAA!
Didn't Eat Vietnamese Pancakes Later I went to the coffee thing, and I was the only one there for an hour. Then one girl showed up, and we talked for a few hours. That was cool, having her to myself for a spell. Then I went home, read two pages from a book, and conked out like an old woman on the ether. Word. Wednesday June 1st, 2005, My Mom's Birthday Happy Birthday, My Mom! I woke up, called my mom, but neither she nor my dad
answered. Now come on. No way I was awake BEFORE them, not at 7 AM. Oh well, to the gym, the interval
running on the treadmill, the grocery store for the bananas. Called them again... there they were. Happy
Birthday! I told them to wait until UPS arrived with mom's package, and they told me how they were living
the white trash dream, with TWO cars broken down. Larks! Then I had a protein shake and went to the
chiropractor. Thanks to the last few weeks of exercise, I'm doing better, finally-- my year of sedentary
was not doing my spine any good, you see.
Shame By the way, as of this writing, DJK is level 10 in CoH. Must make 14 by tomorrow night.
Whats the Point
EMP Trivia Pain in the Neck  Woke up, or, rather, got out of bed, having been kept
aweake for much of the night with neck pain. It actually started last night at trivia, a dull throb on my
upper back, on the right, near my neck. Then it spread out, and the entire back of my neck, all of this
spine muscles, are causing me discomfort. I tried some topical numbingthing-- it just made my hands smell
minty. Tried Doans. Nope. I could call the chiro, I suppose, but I'll try to tough it out.
Jonesing for Jonas Weird Deams Woke frome weird dreams about old friends. One was an old friend I have not spoken with in several months, who was trying to get me drunk (it's not hard to do-- easier than talking to me, sometimes). Another was an old friend who called me, one I have not spoken too in years. But as soon as I said "so, how have you been," she hung up. Another was an old friend who wanted to go into a haunted casion nightclub, so we used a wheelchair so they would be sympathetic towards her. Those who've asked know my theory on dreams: they are essentially the bowel-movements of the mind. So to what stock do I put in these dreams? None. As of right, my neck still hurts pretty bad.
Darth Tater 
Isn't that coolest thing that ever lived? Hasbro is based in Providence, and Rhode Island is so small that if you're in the state, you're near the city. So She sent me this as a just-for-fun gift. THAT'S what friendship mis all about, yo! But what should I send to her? What SAYS Seattle? Kurt Cobain's head? Where the heck am I going to find Kurt Cobain's head? Didn't they cremate his head? ARRGH. Let me think on it. Meanwhile, may the Fries be with you. This is just too damn cool.
Played CoH On This Fell Saturday, Surely The Meek Did Inherit the Lot of It  That's no quote and has nothing to do with the day's
reportage. I just felt like writing something quotish, but didn;t want to put the effort into finding a
meaningful or relevant quote, especially the relevant part. What does it mean, I wonder, to be inspired in
this way? It's just more to show you thatr I am all about function following form, and not form following
function. I do not choose the materials that suit my needs; rather, I choose needs that suit my materials.
So? So there. Pllplplplplplpl.I went over to the island, Mercer, to help a compadre deal with a bicycle. They have lotsof houses over there. They are big, sure, and have yards, you bet, and there's an occasional pond, and the roads are all twisty, but I couldn't help but feel like the place was crowded. Here on my little house with windows that look into my neighbor's windows and no yard and straight streets that show off all the houses within two blocks, I neverless feel anonymous, isolated, autonomous. But on Mercer Island, it felt damned crowded. Look up "ghetto," and you will see that it's a word with a meaning in population density, not poverty, and so I feel it is very appropriate to call Mercer Island a ghetto. I don't know how many square feet I have in this abode, nor in my neighbors', but I'll be you cash dollar money that we have more square feet per person than they do over there. They might call it breeding, I call it puppy milling. After bike help was Torero's for Mexican food and then I had to skeedaddle for some international telephony issues. Wild Ginger, Like Thornton Wilder, Makes the Play the Thing We, some of us, went to Wild Ginger to play, that is, celebrate,
commemorate? laud, applaud, and maraud with goodbyes a gal we know who. I can't say more than because of
the spies. Suffice it to say.... hmmm... how to communicate to you my trusteds and not to those who would
use this information for evil? Well,no need, I suppose, those who where know and those who weren't don't.
I drank. I was not pleased by being told before that there was a chance the staff would not split our
bill, since we were such a large party, and I chose to serve myself at the bat withs gins and tonics and
Stoli Oranges, eschewing all vittles. Buncha overpriced appetizers
anyhoo. What's a Tapas? After was blueberry cheesecake at one's domicile and thanks of a more verbal
utterancings, including an impromptu bit of stand-up ha ha by yours truly, which was okay, but a bit
rambly.
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A friend dropped by who was craving Vietnamese pancakes, but the
local place doesn't serve them anymore. Wailing, gnashing of teeth, etc. So we opted for BBQ over at the
Texas-Style place by the bowling alley. I had the pulled pork sandwich; she had some ribs that were bigger
than her head. Delicious.
