Its a new year, with a new location.  Try me at http://dysharmony.blogspot.com/

 

Critical - a.k.a Dys

or, just feel like watching a movie that might convince you that acid would be a good idea - check out the trailer for MirrorMask : you may or may not have heard of it (I didn't until about 5 minutes ago, thank god for the internet) - it's a story by Neil Gaiman, one of the most brilliant/deranged writers out there today.  It's only playing in select theaters, so good luck - unless you are a pirate, and just go download the damned thing instead of putting any effort into supporting the movie industry.  I could care less either way, truthfully......arrrrrr.

Critical

So, I was reading a post on E-ninja's blog about how atheists feel about morality, and I decided to wax philosophically for a sec.  So, regarding morality:

I've always felt that morality is the feeling that you wouldn't do something based on what other people would think of you.  Conversely, I believe principles are the reasons you wouldn't do something because of how you feel.  So, like myself, you can have principles without morals.  For example, you could have someone that has no problem with stealing from people (no morals), but will not steal from the elderly (principles).  By the way, I'm not talking about me - I have no problem stealing from the elderly :) 

So, my thought for the day is this - thing about what you would/wouldn't do, and ask yourself - is it because of someone else's opinion, or your own?

Critical

Does anyone even know what a hurdy-gurdy man is?  Besides me, I mean.  I laugh, but its not as funny if you don't know what the fuck I'm talking about.  Ooh, dirty word.  Sweet.  Anyway, hurdy-gurdy.  Its a weird looking instrument - you can read about it here, if you really care. But really, this picture says it all:

You know, to update my blog.  If I tried a little harder, maybe I'd actually update it on some sort of schedule, and people would read it.  Oh well, what can I do?

So, it's been a long week.  Last week, for the start of my vacation my oldest pet cat died, my computer went blammo (requiring a full wipe/reinstall), my jeep went screwy (requiring a $600 tuneup), I backed into a new car at a car dealership while taking my mom car-shopping because I was driving her crap-mobile (requiring some god-awful expensive repair, I'm sure....details will be forthcoming), and I got ridiculously drunk at an office party and told a lot of people exactly what I think of them.  Oh, and I passed out in the woods on the side of the road for 3 hours.

GAMES

....the Red Cross goes and screws me over.  I had the two weeks scheduled off work, I stayed up yesterday almost 24 hours to take a stinking class from the Red Cross about disaster services, I was going through the whole process....... then they went and changed my deployment date and moved the minimum requirement to 3 weeks instead of 2.  This is a problem because I cannot get any other time off work, because my company is an evil empire.  They have a strict policy about vacation time now because of a recent re-org, so I won't be able to take any time off from now until November, which negates any chance I may have had of actually helping out.  Boy, was I pissed yesterday.  I must apologize to Rock and Squidget, as well as my dear old mum, because when I found out about this around 5pm I was very very pissed, and I vented to them.  Loudly.

Anyway, this pretty much ruined my week.  Anybody want to get drunk now?

Critical

Alright, I don't update almost ever, but this merits posting.  This week I'm going for two training sessions for the Red Cross - a 1 1/2 hr training course on Wednesday and a 4 hr training course on Thursday.  Next week I will be gone for 2 weeks in New Orleans, working disaster recovery with the Red Cross. 

I know, it doesn't sound like me.  I normally cause suffering, not work to alleviate it.  However, it was an instinctual decision I made, and it just felt right.  So, I'm gonna try to stick with it.  We will see what happens.  If you are interested in learning more, just ask...

Critical

Man, it's been a long night.  Some days I just want to quit my job and go live in the mountains somewhere, in a cave.  It's rough working the night shift, because you lose touch with a lot of different parts of your life.  I can't imagine what people did before the Internet - at least this way I can catch up on email and stuff.  It sucks though, because I've been sitting here waiting for replies to some emails - it's hard to flirt with women via email, because if they dont answer in a day or two you wonder 'did I say something horrible, or is she no longer interested?'

In the same vein about things that suck, I gave myself a haircut yesterday and missed a spot on the back of my head.  This is the first time I've missed a spot, and everything else looks fine, but.... its just been bugging me all night.  And it didnt help that someone laughed at me because of it - I mean damn, what about people makes us laugh at others misfortunes?  I know I do it, but truthfully I have no excuse because I'm just an evil evil bastard.  I'm surprised I don't eat puppies or something equally horrible.

There's a new song by Staind, called 'Right Here'. It's dedicated to two special women - one who will always have me right here waiting, and one who knows what it's like, and is right here waiting with me.
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I know I've been mistaken
But just give me a break and see the changes that I've made
I've got some imperfections
But how can you collect them all and throw them in my face

But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting
You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting
And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting
Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting

I hope you're not intending
To be so condescending it's as much as i can take
and you're so independent
you just refuse to bend so I keep bending till I break

But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting
You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting
And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting
Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting

I've made a commitment
I'm willing to bleed for you
I needed fulfillment
I found what I need in you

Why can't you just forgive me
I don't want to relive all the mistakes I've made along the way
But I always find a way to keep you right here waiting
I always find the words to say to keep you right here waiting

But you always find a way
To keep me right here waiting
You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting
And if I chose to walk away would you be right here waiting
Searching for the things to say to keep me right here waiting

Man, it's been forever and a day. I haven't read anyone's blogs, haven't updated my blogs, nothing. I suck. Oh well, it's the price you pay for loving me, which includes sporadic updates and slow-moving madness. Lets see, moving on.... As much as I hate myspace, it did one good thing for me a few weeks ago - I had a profile on there that I rarely ever checked, and just saw that someone from back home emailed me. I say back home because even though its only an 1 1/2 hours away, more than just time and distance separate my hometown of Midland from northern Va. For those of you who had the (dis)pleasure to meet some of the people I know from back home (Halona's not a good example, cause she hid her evil and weirdness behind silence), you'd notice that a) they appear crazier than most people you know, b) they are slightly dangerous, like a wild animal somebody got the bright idea to try to make a housepet, and c) I'm still the baddest, craziest mofo around. The difference was that being away from them made my crazy go slightly dormant. Anyway, so I got emailed by *the mexican*'s girlfriend, letting me know they had an apartment in reston... so for the past two weekends I've been over at their apartment, partying and hanging out with some of the gang from back home. We even went to the zoo last wednesday, where I made rude comments about the howler monkey's nutsack, the mexican threw a trash can at me, *D* pulled a bamboo branch back and hit *drawls* in the head like we were in a cartoon, and oh yeah - I walked into a metal sign near the tiger den and hit it so hard my head started bleeding. Afterwards, some random person threw up on the crowded metro during rush hour, and almost hit D. It was repulsively funny. The only bad thing about going awol the past two weekends is that their apt. is in some sort of crappy radioactive-power line-sunspot disturbance area, so I don't have any signal. None. I won't get messages for hours after someone called, and that's only if I happen to have the phone in a random location in the apartment that can get 1 bar. Hmmm, what else? Went to the beach a while ago, had a decent time. I'm going again in July, if anyone is interested there are still spots available. :) The jeep is good, I try to drive around with the top down as much as possible. There's a cool site called www.paintedcoins.com that sells....well, painted coins - I bought one at a fair a while ago, and I like it. They've got hand-painted coins from around the world, check it out. That's it for now - I will try to write back later and tell you about the women I'm dating - it may or may not be interesting - and other sordid events in my life. Later tater, Critical