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Fairly soon here I will be starting anew, and those whom read this may send me an email at mayobrains@gmail.com if you wish to know the new username I will have for livejournal. I am going to delete this one.
I'm in a new phase of my life, and have realized all of my old mistakes. I am choosing to learn from them on my own instead of having my mis-spoken words thrown back into my face all the time.
Did you get that right? MIS-SPOKEN.
I didn't know how to fully communicate my thoughts then, so a lot of what I've said is confusing as to whom I truly am and how I truly think. Even to myself. Sometimes I've contradicted myself or gone off on a tangent that wasn't fully evaluated yet, etc etc ad finadum. SO, if you want to keep in touch with me, you MUST email me. Outside of 1 or 2 people, I WILL NOT hunt you down and maintain contact on my own... actually 3. To list them so you'll know who you are and everyone else will be left clueless ---> Animus, 2600, 4nik8 <--- you three are the only people I will of my own volition maintain communications with. The rest of you - don't think I don't like you, I'm just not certain if you'll like who I'm becoming. So if you want to keep in touch, give me a buzz. Otherwise...
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Good day =)
Yes indeed... very good day.
I'm back as a phantom, I have tons of mundane and metaphysical aspirations and requirements yet to fill, so I will be in and out, with little time here and there.
I've progressed a great deal, and I apologize to all of you for being so ignorant previously. Thank you for being so very patient.
A little update, I'm still with the company formerly known as WizWorks, and no more of it will be spoken of here. Zero exceptions. I'm also working with Citi, and because of them my monetary capabilities in both helping others and myself are limitless. Yes Priestmatthais, I have a real, reputable job with a 3 trillion dollar company - and I'm nowhere near even lackey status. This is so much better than that. If anyone wishes to be educated on how money works, including such things as the rule of 72 and all the ways insurance tries to rip you and all 5 ways interest is computed - among many many other things - I'm here to help, and I don't charge a dime. Heck, I'm not even allowed to charge you anything. My job is to help people better their financial situation in any way possible - even and especially if it means going outside my backing corporation if it would benefit the client more - end of story. Anything you want to know, I'm willing to answer =)
I'm also befuddling a few companies that previously screwed me and making them live by their own rules. Getting pretty good at it too.
So, drop me a line - mayobrains@gmail.com - and I'll give you my number from there. I'm technically only licensed in NH, but if you're willing to come up here for any programs you want to get into, I can help you out. Soon enough I'll be able to get licenses in other states, but for now I still have to get all my base licenses first... securities and loans etc...
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My internet has died - as soon as I can get it running again I will be back online...
If you email me at mayobrains at gmail dot com I will give you my cell phone number if its important =) But keep in mind I won't be able to get internet often, and it's a pain in the butt to do so.
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Isn't it somehow strange that an automatic message from a spam assassin - to let me know I needed to verify my email isn't spam - went directly to my spam folder?
As if to say my filters think spam will be so obviously labelled.
"Hey, I'm SPAM here, just SPAMMING your mailbox, don't mind the SPAM written all over me, it's just to throw off your SPAM filters."
Gotta love it. To Purr or Not To Purr: amused Message in a Bottle: Hiyamikachi Bushi, Shimauta |
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This is just plain ridiculous - outdoor smoking bans, and then forced non-smoking in homes with children? The latter I do on my own, without being asked because I know it is best for my daughter. Whenever I go anywhere and I choose to light up around anyone else, I ask them first. If a young child comes near me while I'm smoking, I move as far out of their path as I can down wind. I'm courteous and conscious of others' choices - I shouldn't be forced to do these things or else face fines. White or black, if a beleagered mother comes on a bus with groceries and kids in tow, I'll give up my seat. You don't have to tell me that in a law. I'm a good person, you know. When I had a babysitter that lived under Housing Authority, they used to yell at me for parking in front of her apartment. First of all, the person who parks there is her husband, and he is at work right now, secondly, I'm only going to be there for 5 minutes and it's not like every other parking spot is taken either. I'm not about to park across the street and tote my ten ton daughter 500 feet in the rain and take 10 minutes longer than I need to when there's a perfectly good spot five feet from her door. Yes, I realize those spots are for the residents - but does it look like I'm moving into your parking lot? You know, that stick up your butt would do well to come out. |
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Those of you who keep track of all my blogs (I know, there are a lot) have probably noticed my absence over the last week. I do apologize, but I was bed-ridden. I was in a LOT of pain, and I'm still on madication for what I have/had, but now I'm at least mobile and coherent, a huge difference from what I was then. My boyfriend complained a lot from how much I whimpered in my sleep - that's how bad it got.
I came about a hair's breadth from death, even spent a night in the hospital all plugged in, but I'm here now.
*cracks knuckles*
The good old idea train never stopped, so back to work I go! To Purr or Not To Purr:  serene Message in a Bottle: Kang Ding Qing Ge, 12 Girls Band |
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Oct. 30th, 2005 @ 10:16 am
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Fujita Reizei |
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Kiana Lana |
| Your Brain's Pattern | 
Your mind is an incubator for good ideas, it just takes a while for them to develop.
But when you think of something, watch out!
Your thoughts tend to be huge, and they come on quickly - like an explosion.
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| A dark female figure proudly stands alone in a crowded world, her only companion a rat hidden in her robes. |
| Divinatory Meanings: It is a card of self-awareness, and knowledge of one's power to right what is wrong. |
| Reversed: Insecurity, criminal tendencies, apathy. |
| Alliances: Anarchy, Philosophy, Shamanism, Independence, and the Common Good. |
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Yep. Duct tape officially fixes everything.
LifeHacker Diaper McGuyver.
Oct. 26th, 2005 @ 05:59 pm
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I had two that I can remember last night, one to do with a theatre, and roads, and the other to do with college and stairs. I'm still not certain if they are actually two seperate dreams.
Theatre and Roads
I'm on some kind of a field trip with a bunch of people to a really extravagant and ritzy theatre. I only got to see the main entry hall - but it was HUGE. Grey marble walls, huge black marble pillars, and an exceedingly grandiose pinkish tan marble staircase. The staircase was a good seven feet wide in the center of this room, with at least twenty feet to either side of it. Aside from that, there was nothing else in this room.
I lose sight of everyone else as I begin climbing the stairs. I climb and I climb and I climb - but I still can't see the end. I've gone at least 300 feet up, and I can see another 500 feet ahead of me, but no landing, no door, nothing, just more stairs. After a while, the stairs begin going down, and I end up on a road. I get into a yellow mini cooper convertible type car (it was really small and had no top...) and start driving around. The roads are very slick, and the entire world is crashing down - and for some reason, I'm driving really fast.
I drive past a sink hole in the middle of the road, and see all the people looking down into it. They're not entirely sad, moreso shocked. I avoid a building falling down. I end up on a highway type system - no buildings, just sky and more roads, but I can't get to any of the other roads from mine. Which was good enough for me. I watched in horror as a modernized Model T hung from a chain attached to one of the highways. In fact, there were lots of these cars hanging all over the place by one single thick chain. I get out of the car and start running for some sort of stable shelter.
I find a staircase that looks like it might lead to another of the highways. It's spiral, enclosed, and canary yellow. About halfway up it I encounter a 'bum' type person (here's my Shadow!) and he joins me in climbing this staircase. Suddenly the stairs become rows of corn, and he urges me to stop and pick them with him.
This is where the confusion lies as to whether these are seperate dreams.
College and Stairs
I turn away from the bum, and run back down the stairs. I find another set of stairs, kind of a climb to them, but I get there. I take staircase after staircase, all of them different styles, none of them connected to each other, but close enough that I can climb over to it. Finally, I reach a door, much like a door to an attic, and I punch it open and climb into the new room.
Everyone is dressed for college, the black board is written for things they'd teach in college, but I'm in an old trailer classroom from Dania Elementary School in Florida. As I climb in, I get into the elementary style desk as though I'd always been there. Nobody notices. The Professor finishes up his homework assignment and dismisses the class. He approaches me and says, "You don't have a dorm room, so you can share mine." There was only one bed, we shared it, and nothing happened. The next night I spend it in the same bed with a different male, a student this time, and again nothing happens. I sense a friendship developing between a girl that resembles an enemy of mine in real life, Courtney. The next night I spend the night with five other guys - two bunk beds, and a single in the middle of the bunks. I sleep in the bed in the middle, again with a male student, and again nothing happens. But in all cases we cuddled like we'd been together forever.
I woke up after that.
These are going to take a while to interpret...
Oct. 16th, 2005 @ 09:04 am
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My family and a large group of people are kind of loping through a forested mountain in the summer - not quite walking, but not quite running either. Moving quickly basically. We come upon a beautiful blue portal and walk through it. Little did we know that the destination of this portal changes every few seconds. My boyfriend, myself, and a few other people go through to the same place, but my daughters get sent elsewhere. I don't notice this quite yet, thinking they'll be through in a short while.
About 20 feet from the portal is an Amazon-type civilization, mostly populated by women, the men are kind of philosophical teachers. There is an instant feeling of welcome. My boyfriend and myself go over to kind of a dining hall - a futuristic glass dome with medieval tables and buffet. I realize my daughters aren't coming through, and I run from my boyfriend in a crying frenzy to the portal, "My daughters! Please give me my daughters!" I think to go into the portal, but realize I may loose my boyfriend too and end up somewhere much worse without my daughters either. I begin to wonder how he may feel, to see me value my daughters more than him. I collapse in front of the portal in a heap of emotions.
Mysteriously a pair of hands come out of the portal and hand me my daughters, and I rejoicingly squeeze them and kiss them all over. We cuddle there for a moment and it begins to rain, so we take shelter in the dining hall. To the north of the dining hall is the Amazon living huts, and just to the southwest is a lush above ground jacuzi. The men are dressed normally, and the women are dressed in typical Amazon garb. Upon seeing this miracle, one of the Amazon women come over to me, and we have a 'mental' discussion that I am the chosen one who will save them from some army. She gives me a ziplock bag filled with feather shaped metal bits made strangely of feathers... don't ask, I still don't understand that one. She shows me in my mind how to put them together, and I simply understand that once put together there is a great magical power within them.
Another Amazon woman comes over once I've begun to put them together and actually speaks to me, "These are special shoulder plates, when you have them on you'll literally float and never receive harm. You will be able to move swifter than twice your normal speed." I spend quite some time putting these together. One of the men comes over and hands me a kind of iPod video-like device, and I know that it is kind of a strange communications and game console - except the game is real, just virtual reality. It is meant to teach me how to fight, and displays dots at the Chakras to show me how to use my spirit power to do battle.
I stop putting together the shoulder plates for a time and start being a 'waitress' for the men. They tell me all about this army in strangely vague terms, and all about this world. After a time I sit in the jacuzi and fiddle with the strange virtual reality device. Somehow I am back over by the Amazon living huts, in full gear, with a sword, battling the first Amazon woman who gave me the shoulder plates. Playfully she shows me how to fight, in this kind of Zelda-like space.
After a time, I finally finish putting together the shoulder plates and put them on. The Amazon women give me a lot of gear and point me to a break in the trees. Just shortly after embarking on my journey, I woke up.
Quite possibly THE weirdest dream I've ever had. It's dreams within dreams - so odd. Of course, some of my other weird dreams come to mind as well, like, "The Land, The Wind, The Windmill" and "Psychologist Mr. Clean". I think I'll evaluate these in Mayo Brains instead of here.
Ta ta!
Oct. 14th, 2005 @ 11:12 am
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You are Dr. Bunson Honeydew.
You love to analyse things and further the cause of
science, even if you do tend to blow things up
more often than not.
HOBBIES:
Scientific inquiry, Looking through microscopes,
Recombining DNA to create decorative art.
QUOTE:
"Now, Beakie, we'll just flip this switch and
60,000 refreshing volts of electricity will
surge through your body. Ready?"
FAVORITE MUSICAL ARTIST:
John Cougar Melonhead
LAST BOOK READ:
"Quantum Physics: 101 Easy Microwave
Recipes"
NEVER LEAVES HOME WITHOUT:
An atom smasher and plenty of extra atoms.
What Muppet are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Oct. 12th, 2005 @ 12:07 am
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...or maybe not so funny... if you know about the recent trials and turbulations within the comments of this blog, you'll know where this is coming from, and I think Slipknot said it best,
"fuck me, I'm all out of enemies"
It's been so long since I've had someone to argue with, and my old debate partner came back to pick a fight; my ex-husband. Brought back a few old memories, and made me realize just how much I miss having epic verbal battles.
Damn it. I've got nobody to argue with!
Oct. 11th, 2005 @ 11:16 pm
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I should be sleeping right now but my brain just won't stop thinking...
This morning I was so dead that I seriously considered NOT going to work - I caught a cold Saturday night and something I ate on Sunday hasn't agreed with me since. Those who know me well understand my work ethic; if I can stand, I can go to work - so calling out when I'm still perfectly mobile is a big no-no for me. But lately I've been so inspired that I just can't stop myself and go to sleep - so I end up staying up until midnight. This would be perfectly fine if I wasn't sick, because I don't have to wake up until 8am, but I need as much rest as possible right now which I'm just not letting myself get.
This is TERRIBLE - BRAIN - STOP - PLEASE... or maybe not.
I've begged so long for something to challenge me that I shouldn't complain now that I finally am.
...but then again, I wasn't expecting it to challenge my body as well...
Oct. 11th, 2005 @ 11:05 pm
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What's worse than spam? Scam artist spam. Feel free to look up 419eater and hand them this guy. I've gotten bored with playing around with them. Or, of course, we could all pitch in together and spam him back =)
Here's the general gist of what I'm telling scam artists these days:
Oct. 7th, 2005 @ 11:33 pm
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...nothing much new has happened, at least nothing that I can really talk about. Quite a few exciting new things have happened on the business front - like the SECOND radio broadcast in Columbia - but that's just the tip of the iceberg and really more than I should have said =)
Aside from that, looks like Freya's getting a new tooth - she's been cranky, sleepy, and messing with her mouth so that's usually a pretty good clue. *yawn* I'm so friggin' tired right now...
Oct. 6th, 2005 @ 07:49 pm
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Via Harper's:
2001: Newly released CIA documents revealed that the agency once trained cats to operate as spies equipped with listening devices. The first such spy cat was run over by a taxi.
Oops.
Well, at least they succeeded in training a cat... a 'feet' in itself (sorry, bad pun).
Oct. 3rd, 2005 @ 11:43 pm
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Via Harper's, Weekly Review posted July 5th:
In New Zealand a baby boy undergoing penis-enlargement treatment was accidentally given ten times the recommended dose of testosterone by his nurse, causing the boy to become angry and irritable and to develop pubic hair. A doctor warned that the baby might also suffer from painful erections, but that problem had yet to arise.
First of all, WHY are they giving penis-enlargement to a baby boy? Are they THAT discouraged by their size? In that case, maybe the French should take notice.
Secondly, someone get me this kid's phone number... (j/k)
Oct. 3rd, 2005 @ 11:27 pm
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Okay, here's the scenario. You've got 47 senior citizen tourists on a boat with a maximum capacity of 50 and one crew member - the captain. How the heck is ONE person supposed to pay attention to all those reminiscent surprisingly mobile but fragile people AND keep an eye on the dangers ahead? Well, he can't, and that's why this boat capsized and killed 20 tourists.
They're not sure of much at all - not what may have caused the boat to lose balance, nor whether it was the boat or captain at fault - but I know one person shouldn't be in charge of so many things at once. Apparently there's a regulation somewhere that states there must be two crew members for a crowd that large - but there's even confusion there, because someone else said you could have one crew member for up to 50 passengers...
*sigh* What the heck is wrong with this world's ability to use common sense?
Oct. 3rd, 2005 @ 09:34 pm
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I'm having an amazing time writing in Mayo Brains. Along with teaching, I get to learn a few things too. Well, more like expand on things I already know.
...plus the trouble maker has realized that he has assumed and made an ass of himself.
Randomness...
EeeeeEEEeeeeEEeeeeeeeEEEEeeeeeeeEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee - THUD, CRASH!
"Are you okay little man?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Sep. 28th, 2005 @ 07:02 pm
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*sigh*
Imports exports - oh so boring.
But the Iranians are making a really big carpet.
And they say they're going to make really nice carpets, and leave cheap carpets for others to make.
Oh Goodie. (insert heavy sarcasm)
Sep. 26th, 2005 @ 02:00 pm
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The Polish are getting smarter... or are they?
An 18-month old in some Polish village got antsy. He decided it would be a good idea to get into the driver's seat of a vehicle, figured out how to start the car, and THEN put the car in reverse. Shortly thereafter the child's mother and 4 year old sibling were run over, and the grandfather was pinned against a wall.
Sheesh.
The Bare Truth
Prominent New Zealand lawmaker kept his word yesterday when he ran almost nude through a business district. Clad in a pair of trunks and body paint styled after a business suit, he trotted along the sidewalk all alone - but at least the pedestrians were kind enough to get signs on the walk out of the way =P
Sep. 26th, 2005 @ 01:50 pm
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Where have you been able to argue with your boss - and win without getting fired? Perhaps this is merely a perk of my position, but it feels wonderful to correct my direct superior - the CEO of WizWorks - and actually get a "Hey thanks!" in return.
Those of you that know me personally, know that I'm a stickler for bosses that don't have morals, values, sympathy, or a work ethic. I've ranted about all of them right in this journal. WizWorks is completely different! I've never met more cordial and decent men prior to meeting M and J. M has travelled the world and is schooled psychicly well beyond comprehension. J is the perfectly trim and proper Englishman - and an exceedingly experienced CEO.
I love my bosses, I love what I do, and most importantly - I love what I can do.
Sep. 25th, 2005 @ 10:07 pm
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LJ Interests meme results
- computer generated art:
This is where the colors and senses in my head get directly translated to visual form. It is considerably harder to put these things to words - so I use my computer to put it out there. - drawing:
...but sometimes my computer isn't there. Drawing is simply my immediate outlet for psychic energies... - gothic attire:
I love dressing strange. The other day I found an awesomely annoying pair of plaid capris. One needs a little fun in their external outlook =D - hockey:
...never really a huge interest of mine, but there's just something about men bashing men against plexiglass walls that has never really let go of me. - learning new things:
If I could be an eternal student, I would be so very happy. I want to walk through the museum of the world and never leave. - paid surveys:
...I just like getting paid for stupidly easy things... - paid to surf programs:
...I just like getting paid for stupidly easy things... - self-help:
errr, why is this in here? - the sims:
There's something about playing God that has always tickled me... plus I get to build my dream home over and over again without spending a penny =P - wrestling:
Did it in High School, watched it too - both amature and professional. Too bad we don't have cable anymore. I've realized that I am VERY far behind on the soap opera of Wrestling...
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Sep. 25th, 2005 @ 10:40 am
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Time for this Internet Poodle to find a spot, circle six times, and lay my paws to rest...
Tomorrow, a new dawn, a new day, and a lot more news.
Sep. 25th, 2005 @ 12:00 am
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Who knew?
This guy literally came from the bottom of the totem poll, and has now made himself quite a rich man by training cats. I always thought the only person who would ever be able to do that would have to be a genius.
Makes me wonder about higher education. This guy probably has no idea what 'biology' is - but he sure knows his cats!
...oh to be in New York right now! I'd LOVE to see that show!
Sep. 24th, 2005 @ 11:24 pm
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It has come to my attention that store clerks have far too much time on their hands. But at least this one owned up to it.
Guy buys a Mountain Dew. Guy drinks said Mountain Dew. Guy then proceeds to throw up. Guy complains, has Dew tested, and hires an attorney.
Apparently, someone 'did' the Dew - no not that bad. It was just pee.
Shortly thereafter, the clerk states, "It was all me. Therefore I don't care if I'm fired and prosecuted because I deserve it. Sorry for being immature."
Gosh. That really makes up for everything.
Sep. 24th, 2005 @ 11:56 am
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Apparently there are still quite a few geriatric lushes trying to make a living in business...
Yahoo! Mail Superior to Gmail ?
Posted by Zonk on Friday September 23, @06:52PM
from the friday-afternoon-cat-fight dept.
ynotme writes "In his column, Walt Mossberg of the Wall Street Journal writes that the new Yahoo! Mail beta provides a superior webmail experience to Gmail. Some quotes: 'The new Yahoo Mail is far superior to Gmail. Yahoo more closely matches the desktop experience most serious email users have come to expect ... Gmail has none of these new, fluid, desktop-like features ... Google's engineers have decreed that familiar email practices are no longer useful, and have substituted approaches they prefer, arrogantly denying users any choice.'"
I sent this to the idiot author, Walter Mossberg, from my Gmail account:
Good evening Walter =)
You're probably expecting a 'you're wrong' from a Gmail user. Not so =)
I do agree, the new Yahoo interface allows for more windows-like usability, however, this is why it will not be as widely used. Nowadays we're having trouble explaining to our parents the concept of folders - but our parents are on their way out, they're not the next generation. I am in the middle of Gen-X, and I took quite well to Gmail - in fact it was rather natural. About 12 hours ago I first signed up for this account, knowing absolutely nothing about it except its popularity, and I've already taken advantage of every single feature. With KDE now available in Macintosh, it is only a matter of time before a larger population understands the power of environment flexibility, and can take themselves away from the Gates of Grandeur (also known as the Bill Gates Monopoly).
So you're right. Beta Yahoo does act just like Outlook, and Google is arrogant about Gmail. With your attachment to the Bill Bottle, I wonder if you've even ever experienced KDE.
Agreeably Yours,
Trisha
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http://spreadingthought.blogspot.com/
Sep. 24th, 2005 @ 12:26 am
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As some of you have probably already been alerted, I've been invited to embark on a journey that will change the entire world.
Yes, the entire world.
It all starts Sunday the 25th at Mayo Brains The Blog.
My Blog.
I'm an insider at a new upstart global business, and we're working to make an utopia out of the chaos. I'm kind of the 'outside the box' muse for the music and animation - it has been a lot of fun.
Help me let this secret out - help me get more people to see it - and in the meantime, I'll keep your interest piqued, believe me! I've received a MAJOR education over the last two months, and I'm just itching to share it with you!
TTYL
P.S. Things have been going very well for me in the last couple of days. Found a new babysitter not even 7 hours after the last one quit - actually THEY found ME. The financing company for the car has decided to put the next two months' payments on to the end of the loan, basically taking us off the hook until December, and they're going to 'overlook' the fact that we don't have insurance. THIS IS BECAUSE OF MY EDUCATION! If you want to make your life work for you too, just read and it will all be automatically digested!
Sep. 22nd, 2005 @ 02:30 pm
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Guess what just happened to me today?
My babysitter quit - AGAIN - without notice, the day after I PAID her!
Fucking bitch. Her note read:
Patricia,
I'm very sorry but I can't babysit for you anymore. Besides, you still owe me $600. Sorry.
Stacey
Give me back the fucking $80 I just paid you yesterday, whore.
Yesterday I get in the mail a notice that our car insurance has been cancelled - no shit - but this is from the finance company. Which means we need to get insurance on the car in order to keep it. Great, grand, just fucking wonderful. On top of that, we owe them two months of payments - $600.
Also yesterday I got in the mail a notice from my credit card company. They want $500 within 15 days.
The internet company wants $159.
Our landlord called a few days ago to tell us we owe him $2,875.
Ryan's truck is due to be reposessed any day now.
...and I have $30 to my name and a quarter tank of gas.
Why in the hell does the whole world have to shit on me all at once? And of all things, why does my babysitter have to be the one to give up? Someone get me a punching bag and a bottle of whiskey.
I sure could use a vacation from this,
bull -
shit,
three
ring
circus
side show.
Sep. 20th, 2005 @ 10:14 am
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I like statistics... here are some statistics of my accidental erradic patterns...
Statistics of the Journal
March 2004, The Beginning - 6 Entries
April - 22 Entries
May - 5 Entries
June and July - Zero Entries
August - 22 Entries
September - 5 Entries
October through December - Zero Entries
January 2005 - 1 Entry
February - Zero Entries
March - 4 Entries
April - 22 Entries
May - 10 Entries
June - 5 Entries
July - 5 Entries
August - 5 Entries
September - 3 So Far
It seems I always regain internet access in March and go on a posting fiesta in April - and even though I technically would not have internet access right now, my new boss has paid to keep me online. =)
Karma is finally turning around and showing unto me the generosity I have always given.
Sep. 13th, 2005 @ 09:14 pm
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I think my point was proven in the previous entry when I received no comments =) Something intellectual and deep gets no response - yet Blogthings and Quizzes spread like wildfire...
My quest - END LCD!
Sep. 13th, 2005 @ 08:58 pm
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| » Lowest Common Denominator (LCD) The enemy of the World |
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Every company is trying to allow for the largest audience, bringing their language and complexity down to get the most people to understand. Newspapers used to be written to a 10th grade reading level - now they're at a 6th grade reading level. School is forever slowing itself to make sure the slowest student is up to par - but that only makes the stupid kids stay stupid. I used to skip school at the library because it was so boring to hear the teacher repeat the same thing three times a day for a week straight.
Schools weren't always this way. Kids used to learn algebra in their fifth year - now it doesn't start until their ninth year. Children aren't being stimulated by their parents before they start school or during their school years, so they learn slower, and the schools adjust to the new LCD. It is pitiful to see what children are learning these days, and the fact that most high school graduates can't even spell 'graduate' let alone read it is atrocious. A bit of an exageration, but you get my point.
What changed? The economy crashed, values crashed, and materialism skyrocketed. Both parents now need to work many more hours than they used to, leaving the child with little or no parental interaction because now both parents are seeking relaxation or more money when they are home. Remember "Leave it to Beaver" and all those other 'cookie cutter' families, with the stay at home mom vacuuming in her pink frilly dress, white heels and pearls? She never new about bringing home the bacon, and her husband didn't complain about doing it - no ranting at home about work. When the kids came home, mom would help with the homework and then cook dinner once dad was there to play catch with them. Television wasn't in the picture, kids listened to their favorite cowbows and indians on the radio after they helped mom clean up from dinner. Children then were learning carpentry and algebra before their age reached double digits.
I find myself a stranger in this generation. People I associate best with are in their 40's and 50's. My one and only best friend is 46. I don't understand 20-somethings obsessed with shopping, dating, and acquiring. Somehow I managed to break free of LCD - and for some reason I did it through computers. However, my experience with internet was not graphical. My first computer was a Tandy. I still have 50 some-odd FLOPPY discs, my favorite quintet being the Sim Earth game. We need to change the structure of society, and the only way we can do that is through the generation that hasn't learned the wheel yet.
I am proud to be involved with a company that is trying to do just that. Keep your eyes peeled for Michael Arthur Finberg and his Ginger Smudge Adventure.
Sep. 4th, 2005 @ 11:02 am
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| » A Blog of My Own |
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Over the next week I'm going to do a bit of research on Blogging and what makes it so popular, and I'd like your help guys =)
I know I haven't been particularly interesting these last few months, but I'd really love your input on this guys. My main question for you is what Blogs do you regularly read and why do you keep going back? Links and specificity is greatly appreciated, such as convenience, newsworthiness, and so on.
Also, if you have links to the blogs that you absolutely hate, or find utterly boring, that would be helpful too.
Thanks guys!
Aug. 30th, 2005 @ 11:51 pm
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| » Been a while |
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I'm still here, I haven't quite disappeared yet. Just been working on a few projects lately...
One of them is the Pagan Pride Day coming up on October 1st. More likely than not I will be holding a workshop at 1pm regarding "Spellcasting for Everyday Life" and at 4pm I'll be a member of the discussion panel. If not that I will be the Shaman vendor. Haven't really decided yet... Either way it takes preparation, and I was hoping to be both.
The second project is kinda hush-hush. I'll give you more information on it when I can, but for now just know it's going to change the way we look at media and entertainment for children, and it's coming next year.
TTYL!
Aug. 30th, 2005 @ 07:04 pm
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| » A few quizzes... |
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| Your Hidden Talent |  You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.
And while this may not seem big, it can be.
It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.
You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices. |
You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.
Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.
You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.
For you, comfort and calm are very important.
You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.
You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong. |
| Your IQ Is 105 | 
Your Logical Intelligence is Above Average
Your Verbal Intelligence is Exceptional
Your Mathematical Intelligence is Above Average
Your General Knowledge is Above Average |
Your Birthdate: May 27 |
Your birth on the 27th day of the month (9 energy) adds a tone of selflessness and humanitarianism to your life path.
Certainly, you are one who can work very well with people, but at the same time you need a good bit of time to be by yourself to rest and meditate.
There is a very humanistic and philanthropic approach in most of things that you do.
This birthday helps you be broadminded, tolerant, generous and very cooperative.
You are the type of person who uses persuasion rather than force to achieve your ends.
You tend to be very sensitive to others' needs and feelings, and you able to give much in the way of friendship without expecting a lot in return. |
Aug. 17th, 2005 @ 07:22 pm
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I forgot to mention. Tuesday I started a new job. I'm a hostess and server for Makris' Lobster and Steak House just north of 393 on 106.
When I was hired he suggested that it would take about one or two weeks to get me trained. However, on my second day he looked to me and said, "You know, I think you know what you're doing. You're going to be host tomorrow through to the end of the week, but is it okay if you're server today?"
My first ever restaurant job, and I was serving on my second day. I'm able to do that because I know where to find out what I don't know, and my memory for things like menus and details has helped me out a lot. Yesterday was my first day as host because the day before yesterday the owner fired the host - she wasn't making sure everyone was abiding by the policies. She let people go on break before 2 and so on and so forth. However, my first day as host went along very smoothly, with the exception of the head cook taking his sweet time to get done with the daily specials. Pissed me off that I was getting blamed for something the head cook caused, but I think I can deal with it.
Aug. 5th, 2005 @ 11:26 am
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...and then it broke all the windows.
To put it quite simply, I've been having crappy days for the last two weeks.
It all began when three weeks ago I developed a migraine at work. It started because of the new rule that everyone has to wear a hat. Well, that's okay, wearing a hat that covers my entire head only causes a low grade constant headache. I can deal with that. But then, add on top of that my wisdom tooth coming in, and having my lunch delayed THREE HOURS - it eventually caused a migraine. After finally getting my lunch at 5pm, I headed to the back room to work on the dishes. Not even three minutes into it the nausea hits, and I run to the bathroom. Naturally I get sent home because the next step after throwing up from a migraine, is passing out from the migraine. I was a delivery driver, they couldn't risk me passing out behind the wheel.
The new GM, hence my new boss, demanded a doctor's note stating that I had the migraine, and she refused to let me fill out an incident report because she didn't believe this was Worker's Comp worthy. Mind you, I haven't had a migraine in over six months. By regulating when I eat, and maintaining a low stress level, I have been able to go completely medication free and migraine free for the better part of a year. Aside from that, I couldn't afford to spend $20 on my co-pay when I already had to pay $20 for my daughter's co-pay because she was pretty sick, let alone the cost of prescriptions.
SO, after having my daughter seen by a doctor, I decided that I really needed medication. I went to the walk-in clinic, told them my story, and they ended up putting it on Worker's Comp for me anyways. I still had to pay to fill the prescription, but it was a lot cheaper this way.
The next day I went in to work and went so far as to APOLOGIZE to her. Even though I honestly don't feel she deserved the apology, I was still being pretty bitchy because of the migraine. That day went along fine, and so did the next one.
At the beginning of that week, I went to the gym as I usually do, but I overworked myself. I felt very sore, but I kept on truckin'. Now that it's at the end of the week, I feel pretty okay, so I decided to go back to the gym that night. I started working out but something in my abs just didn't feel right. So I decided to stop and then went home. After getting home, I proceeded to pull the trash bag out of the can, and *pop* I pulled my entire upper left abdominal section. I called the Ask A Nurse line in Manchester (626-2626) and they said from how I am describing it, I might have -torn- the muscle. They told me exactly what I needed to do and look out for, and as soon as I got off the phone with them, I called work and told them what had happened - and also the fact that because I just spent a TON of money on medical fees that I absolutely CANNOT spend any more to see a doctor this time.
You're probably wondering how I'm always so broke. Well, when it costs $37 to fill up your gas tank, and you're doing it THREE TIMES A WEEK, you tend to get pretty miserly.
The next day, I went into work wearing the only black bottom that did not interfere with that muscle that I had injured. Now, I was there as a favor to begin with - this was my day off and I was covering someone's 11am to 9pm shift. However, as I walked in wearing a pair of shorts that I have worn TWICE before, she stated that I cannot wear those shorts. They go down to the tips of my fingers - but they're not within two inches of the knee, so they're too short. Do you have any idea how dorky I would look wearing shorts that long? They don't even make shorts that long for women! With the exception of capris - and I have two pairs of them, but they were too restrictive on that muscle. Plus I have VERY long legs. Normal women's shorts leave about as much bare skin on my thighs as the distance from my elbow to my fingertips. Remember those capris I was talking about? You know how they're supposed to go halfway down your calf - well, capris fit me like baseball uniform pants. In other words, they go to the bottom of my knee, and that's it. When I sit down you can see my knee.
Obviously, since I could not wear anything else, I was sent home. Which was just as well, it was supposed to be my day off anyways. That was Saturday, and I had Sunday off too. Monday I went back to work, and luckily the bitch GM was supposed to be leaving early that day. So I went about my job, and was happy to see her go, and the rest of the day went along wonderfully - just like it used to be before she showed up. The next day I went back into work as usual, except the bitch GM was supposed to work until closing. At 2pm when I had everything done, which was my usual lunch time, I asked to go on break futilely as I always did with the new GM, and as per usual she said "No, you've only been here 3 hours. Go do this and this and this and this and this and this and this, then talk to me." I replied, as I am holding the broom, "Well, about the only thing you listed that I can do is sweep, so I'll go and -" then she interrupted me with the usual speech about a doctor's note and blah blah blah.
We went through the same circle again. She just couldn't believe that I was a decent and honest person, and that I had truly hurt myself. She wanted me to spend money to get a doctor's note. So, she told me she didn't want to see me anymore, and I put down my hat and nametag and left. That was last Tuesday.
In between then and now my stocks have all but entirely flopped, and Mungbean - one of our cats - got ran over by a car. *Sigh* Sometimes you just want to run away. Just give up and leave everything and everyone behind. Just about the only thing keeping my willpower up is the fact of Freya. She's so sweet and innocent. I just can't give up. She's too important to me.
And one other thing. I can't find my cellphone. Could someone call 731-9102 for me? Thanks.
Jul. 29th, 2005 @ 09:23 am
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