I realized that the last post was kind of a downer, so I wanted to follow it with a more "happy" post.
How about them Astros. I know, I know... we are still far away from leading the wild card, but a win today sure has to help somewhat. There I was watching the game, drinking a beer, and enjoying the nice breeze outside.
God I love living within walking distance to the Village. Ah... The joy of it all.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Count those rats
Just how many rats have to start running toward the front of the ship before you realize that it's sinking and need to abadon it?
Seriously... I have seen a plethora of rats running past me, yet I'm still working there. I one of those dumb musicians playing until the very end on the Titanic.
Seriously... I have seen a plethora of rats running past me, yet I'm still working there. I one of those dumb musicians playing until the very end on the Titanic.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Haunted Dreams
I had this weird ass dream this morning and I can't get it out of my head. It made me wake up from my sleep and I just couldn't go back to sleep after the dream. You ever have one of those dreams that just seems so real? I've had them before. The kind where you wake up disoriented because you think you are still dreaming. It sucks because reality and dream world are impossible to tell in those first few seconds.
Well, my dream this morning involved me living in some other city. At least I think it was another city because I was surrounded by this beautiful countryside. That could not be Houston. So I'm living in this house, see. And I have these friends telling me that my house was haunted. The weird thing is that I didn't recognize any of these people, but they felt like they were my friends. They tell me there is a little girl that haunts this certain room upstairs. So I call them idiots and think they are imagining things. Don't get me wrong. I believe in ghosts. I just don't believe whatever someone tells me. I have to witness it first hand. So I go about my business and they leave. Then I'm outside on my driveway sitting on a bench and look up. And fuck me. There is this little girl looking out the window. She is just staring straight ahead into emptiness. I call out to her. "Little girl. Over here." and she looks down at me. Her stare sends shivers down my spine. And then she starts to fade away. I keep calling out to her. For some reason I don't want her to leave. That's when I wake up and notice that I am shouting in my sleep. Extremely loud shouting. I'm sure my neighbors loved me this morning.
Weird isn't it? I wonder what it all means. And don't tell me it's me afraid of losing my daughter because she is getting older crap. I think it has a deeper meaning. Not sure what yet, but definitely deeper.
Well, my dream this morning involved me living in some other city. At least I think it was another city because I was surrounded by this beautiful countryside. That could not be Houston. So I'm living in this house, see. And I have these friends telling me that my house was haunted. The weird thing is that I didn't recognize any of these people, but they felt like they were my friends. They tell me there is a little girl that haunts this certain room upstairs. So I call them idiots and think they are imagining things. Don't get me wrong. I believe in ghosts. I just don't believe whatever someone tells me. I have to witness it first hand. So I go about my business and they leave. Then I'm outside on my driveway sitting on a bench and look up. And fuck me. There is this little girl looking out the window. She is just staring straight ahead into emptiness. I call out to her. "Little girl. Over here." and she looks down at me. Her stare sends shivers down my spine. And then she starts to fade away. I keep calling out to her. For some reason I don't want her to leave. That's when I wake up and notice that I am shouting in my sleep. Extremely loud shouting. I'm sure my neighbors loved me this morning.
Weird isn't it? I wonder what it all means. And don't tell me it's me afraid of losing my daughter because she is getting older crap. I think it has a deeper meaning. Not sure what yet, but definitely deeper.
Psych
You ever have those moments when you think you may have some slight psychic ability? I have those moments some times. For example, I'm sitting in the car and just start singing a song. Low and behold, the songs plays next. Yeah, Yeah... I know. I could just be a popular song that gets a lot of airplay and it was just coincidence.
Perhaps, but have you ever played out a scene in your head and then it happened in real life? Now, that is freaky. My mind races ALL THE TIME. I'm constantly creating scenarios in my head and 99% of the time nothing comes from it. But there are a few times it actually happens.
Like five minutes ago. I was walking down this long hall and there were a couple of co-workers walking toward me. You know those long halls. It's too long to actually say something to them when you first see them without shouting like an idiot. So you just kind of stare into space and act like they are not there until you get close enough. Then you do some random greeting or small chit chat (did I just say "chit chat"?). Anyway, this happens all the time. So I go about my business and wash my cup in the breakroom and go back to my desk. Then I realize. 'Crap, I forgot the sugar'. So I get up to go back to the long hallway and thought, 'wouldn't it be funny if I saw the same people again in the hallway walking toward me'. I go back to the long hallway, and BAM! There they are. Walking right toward me AGAIN. It's like some bad version of "Groundhog Day". Internally, it kind of freaks me out, but I don't let it show. I just make some reference to stalkers and tell them to quit following me.
Isn't that weird. I can't be the only one this happens to.
Perhaps, but have you ever played out a scene in your head and then it happened in real life? Now, that is freaky. My mind races ALL THE TIME. I'm constantly creating scenarios in my head and 99% of the time nothing comes from it. But there are a few times it actually happens.
Like five minutes ago. I was walking down this long hall and there were a couple of co-workers walking toward me. You know those long halls. It's too long to actually say something to them when you first see them without shouting like an idiot. So you just kind of stare into space and act like they are not there until you get close enough. Then you do some random greeting or small chit chat (did I just say "chit chat"?). Anyway, this happens all the time. So I go about my business and wash my cup in the breakroom and go back to my desk. Then I realize. 'Crap, I forgot the sugar'. So I get up to go back to the long hallway and thought, 'wouldn't it be funny if I saw the same people again in the hallway walking toward me'. I go back to the long hallway, and BAM! There they are. Walking right toward me AGAIN. It's like some bad version of "Groundhog Day". Internally, it kind of freaks me out, but I don't let it show. I just make some reference to stalkers and tell them to quit following me.
Isn't that weird. I can't be the only one this happens to.
Monday, August 28, 2006
70's Groove
As I've mentioned before, I am so hooked on iTunes. The music store is the work of the devil.
No really... it has to be. How else can it lure so much money from me. I go to the music store and an hour later my wallet is lighter and music magically appears on my laptop. What the hell happened in that hour?
Oh well, at least I have some groovy 70's tunes. I seem to go on different genre kicks every once in a while. I went through so many phases already (rap, R&B, folk, emo, pop, soundtracks, alternative, and now 70's). Damn, why did I have to have such a wide taste in music. Fuck... I still have country and 80's phases to get through. I may as well have my work send my pay checks straight to Apple. And my phases aren't small. Today's phase involved 102 songs alone.
Damn you Steve Jobs and your wiley music store.
On a side note. I must be getting fucking old. When did goth become emo? Was I emo in high school and didn't realize it? Am I emo today? I'm so confused... Okay, senior moment over.
No really... it has to be. How else can it lure so much money from me. I go to the music store and an hour later my wallet is lighter and music magically appears on my laptop. What the hell happened in that hour?
Oh well, at least I have some groovy 70's tunes. I seem to go on different genre kicks every once in a while. I went through so many phases already (rap, R&B, folk, emo, pop, soundtracks, alternative, and now 70's). Damn, why did I have to have such a wide taste in music. Fuck... I still have country and 80's phases to get through. I may as well have my work send my pay checks straight to Apple. And my phases aren't small. Today's phase involved 102 songs alone.
Damn you Steve Jobs and your wiley music store.
On a side note. I must be getting fucking old. When did goth become emo? Was I emo in high school and didn't realize it? Am I emo today? I'm so confused... Okay, senior moment over.
Mac Rant
I've switched over to Apple products about a year ago and have never looked back. I still use Windows daily. It's such a pain though. Not that Windows is bad, it's just that I need it for only a couple of work applications. I really, really wish that Apple would add virtualization built into the OS itself. Could this be one of their surprises yet unreleased?
Why am I sharing this? Not quite sure yet.
I think it's because I've noticed myself using the laptop a lot more now than before. I live on the thing. I couldn't figure out why, but I think it's because it's such a pleasurable experience. I know I sound like some kind of used car sales guy. But there really is no better way to explain it.
If you use a Mac, then you get it. If not, well that's okay too. I'm not one of those Mac snobs that believe Apple products are a direct gift from God. I think they have a few things they could improve, but of all my options I think this is the best.
Why am I sharing this? Not quite sure yet.
I think it's because I've noticed myself using the laptop a lot more now than before. I live on the thing. I couldn't figure out why, but I think it's because it's such a pleasurable experience. I know I sound like some kind of used car sales guy. But there really is no better way to explain it.
If you use a Mac, then you get it. If not, well that's okay too. I'm not one of those Mac snobs that believe Apple products are a direct gift from God. I think they have a few things they could improve, but of all my options I think this is the best.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Things that make me smile
Typing on this laptop in candlelight while the rain pours down outside.
Something so soothing about the rain and the smell of a scented candle mixed together.
Something so soothing about the rain and the smell of a scented candle mixed together.
If I had to pick one song to describe me
Show me a smile then
don't be unhappy, can't remember
when I last saw you laughing
if this world makes you crazy
and you've taken all you can bear
you call me up
because you know I'll be there
True Colors - Cyndi Lauper
don't be unhappy, can't remember
when I last saw you laughing
if this world makes you crazy
and you've taken all you can bear
you call me up
because you know I'll be there
True Colors - Cyndi Lauper
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Letting go of the twenties
I'm officially old. No... really. I have come to realize this today.
I was trying to pretend that I was still in my twenties, but looking at the younger kids around me has reminded me that I'm old. I have learned the god awful truth that I'm stuck in the 80's and 90's. I was listening to Color Me Badd today. What the hell. You know them... I wanna sex you up. And it's not like they were playing on the radio and I was listening to them. No... I pulled out my CD, ripped them into iTunes and listened to their songs. On purpose.
I'm 32. I know that's not really old, but it's much older than 20. I have this neighbor that has the same problem. She must be in her late 30's or early 40's. She puts her hair in pigtails and wears these short shorts. Hold on... looking for the ice pick to blind myself after seeing that sight.
Anyway, she has the ankle tattoos and the official slut tat. I don't want to be like that. Being 30 is not bad. I just have to accept it and move on. I can't think about it too much or else I'll get fixated on my age. Look what I did... I shorted myself two years there. I have a hard time accepting my age. I am 32, I am 32, I am 32...
I have also realized that I don't hang around with anyone who is in their twenties any more. In fact, I'm usually the youngest person around now. Maybe this is why I feel so disconnected with the youth of today.
I was trying to pretend that I was still in my twenties, but looking at the younger kids around me has reminded me that I'm old. I have learned the god awful truth that I'm stuck in the 80's and 90's. I was listening to Color Me Badd today. What the hell. You know them... I wanna sex you up. And it's not like they were playing on the radio and I was listening to them. No... I pulled out my CD, ripped them into iTunes and listened to their songs. On purpose.
I'm 32. I know that's not really old, but it's much older than 20. I have this neighbor that has the same problem. She must be in her late 30's or early 40's. She puts her hair in pigtails and wears these short shorts. Hold on... looking for the ice pick to blind myself after seeing that sight.
Anyway, she has the ankle tattoos and the official slut tat. I don't want to be like that. Being 30 is not bad. I just have to accept it and move on. I can't think about it too much or else I'll get fixated on my age. Look what I did... I shorted myself two years there. I have a hard time accepting my age. I am 32, I am 32, I am 32...
I have also realized that I don't hang around with anyone who is in their twenties any more. In fact, I'm usually the youngest person around now. Maybe this is why I feel so disconnected with the youth of today.
Friday, August 11, 2006
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