Nov 302004
 

RYAN
Gender: Masculine & Feminine
Usage: Irish, English
Pronounced: RIE-an [key]
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From a surname which was originally derived from an Irish first name which meant “little king” (from Irish rí “king” combined with a diminutive suffix).
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 Posted by at 2:41 pm
Nov 292004
 

I got a spook this morning as I was leaving for work. There was a thin layer of frost on all the car windows, and as I looked at the windshield the shadow of someone’s head appeared on the frost and moved from left to right as if they were coming toward the car down the walk. This was strange because I had just come down that walk and no one had come out of their condo behind me, and I didn’t hear any doors. I hit the washers to clear the frost, while the shadow was still on the glass, and in two swipes of the wipers the windshield was clear. No one was there.

I locked the doors and looked all around through the windshield but didn’t see or hear anyone. Between the car and our place are two lights: one is on a 6′ post on the edge of the walk and the other is our porch light. The only way that shadow could have been cast was by someone being between the post light and the car, and since the shadow was still on the glass when I cleared it, that someone should still have been on the walk in front of me. I pulled out carefully, since the side windows were still frosted and if there was a person near the car I didn’t want to hit them. I got to the turn that leads to 75 and realized I forgot my ADD med and had to go back for it. I got the pills, came back out, and as I passed the post light I watched the shadow of my head fall on the car windshield exactly as I’d seen it from inside the car five minutes before. Make of that what you will.

The four days previous to this morning were a lot less strange. Mom had to work Thursday, so jamie95 invited me to go with him to his dad’s for Thanksgiving. There were seven of us: me, Jamie, his mom & dad, his sister and her fiancee, and his dad’s friend Beryl. The food was really good and I had a nice time. Friday I spent with Mom, who decided that since I’d already had Thanksgiving dinner and everything was open, that she’d rather go to a movie and eat out, which was fine by me. I was ready to cook: had my recipes printed and was borrowing a roasting pan from Jamie, but I was sorta relieved that I didn’t have to. We went and saw The Incredibles, which she hadn’t seen and I wanted to see again, then ate at Logan’s Roadhouse. The food was good but I wasn’t particularly hungry, so by the time I was done I was painfully stuffed.

I spent most of Saturday playing City of Heroes, then mrimp invited me (sort of, hehehe) to go with him and his friend Leda for pizza and to the New Dodge bar in Hamtramck to see Sista Otis and the Wholly Rollers, who are awesome! mrimp‘s friend’s boyfriend is the singer for Ducksicle, who was the first opening band of four: Lazy Sunday (female trio, whose singer is beautiful and sounds a lot like Jewel), Sugarspell (whose singer is the drummer for Sista Otis), and Letterbox (whose frontman looks just like Alton Brown, with more hair). I was amazed at the number of lesbians in the bar, who must have been there for Sista Otis and Lazy Sunday. Before we left I should have looked to see if they’d built an addition to the bar between sets…

Sunday I spent cleaning up the place and reading some of _kosh_‘s comic books, while waiting for roadster_guy to get home. I missed him a lot while he was gone and was anxious for him to get back. It was strange sleeping in that bed alone for three nights (although I did get to sprawl, which was nice).

On a more esoteric note, Friday night after getting back from Mom’s I meditated, which is something I hadn’t done in about two years. I went through the whole routine, too: lit candles and an incense stick, cast a circle, called the quarters, you name it. I’d been feeling really…I dunno…”mystickal” in the previous week or so for some reason. Because of that I’d been rereading a lot of stuff from Mage and thinking about hidden realities and whatnot, and finally had the urge to do something about it. While meditating I mostly thought about Overton Square, in Memphis.

When I was in Naval Avionics school in 1987-88 after boot camp, I used to go into Memphis almost every free weekend, and I spent whole days in Overton just walking around. I used to get a strange feeling in that place, as if the world were “thin” there, and I kept being drawn back trying to find the center of that feeling. I had it narrowed down to the SW corner of the intersection, about two buildings west and behind a strip of shops, in a small grassy area. There was an empty shop space back there, and below it some kind of herb & tea store that I went into once but there was nothing in it that interested me at the time. I think that empty room was the focal point but it was locked and I couldn’t get in. I can still picture it clearly: it had white walls, french doors, a hardwood floor, and floor length gauzy white curtains. The late afternoon sun came through the windows, filling the room with golden haze and, even though there was a busy street on the other side of the building, that little area felt quiet and timeless. I was in Memphis for ten months, and even though that area was already starting to develop quickly, no one ever rented out that space while I was there. I’d love to go back and see what it’s like now, and if that feeling is still there.

The next day and for the rest of the weekend I felt totally grounded and mundane, and had zero interest in anything spiritual, until the shadow incident this morning.

 Posted by at 9:55 am
Nov 242004
 

Slow day. No work to do. Two hours to go. No message board activity. No LJ activity. Can’t read comic books at work. Boss won’t leave. Can’t ftp to my web host to post any pics.

*heavy sigh*

I suppose I could pull the fire alarm, just to watch what happens, but there’s that whole unemployment/legal action thing to consider.
I could send a disturbing IM to the guy who dumped me after dating for two months then pretend I meant to send it to someone else, but that might lead to an actual conversation and I don’t have the stomach for it. There’s nothing I really want to say to him except “Hey, did you know you’re an asshole? Just thought I’d remind you. You know, in case you forgot or something.”

*drums fingers on desk and checks the news*

Nothing’s exploding, no terrible storms, no new atrocities being committed (whew). There’s just nothing going on today.

roadster_guy just sent me a text message from the airport that an acquaintance of ours was poisoned at the Necto in Ann Arbor and spent the better part of August in the hospital with kidney failure. They don’t know what it was exactly because it was hormone based and left almost no trace. Only that when he got to the hospital he had elevated glucose levels and total kidney and liver failure. Now because of the scarring he can’t drink alcohol ever again.

That’s just fucking lovely. The world is full of wonderful people, isn’t it? roadster_guy got lucky when all that got put in his drink at Q was some GHB.

Public Service Reminder: NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON YOUR DRINK WHILE AT A CLUB! NEVER NEVER NEVER!

On a lighter note, roadster_guy gave me my [insert winter holiday of choice] present already. He has no patience when it comes to giving or getting gifts. I got a cellular headset from Jawbone. This thing is frickin’ amazing. I called Aaron from the basement with my face right next to the dryer as it was running and all he could hear was my voice. I called my sister in Germany while driving to work this morning and other than my voice, she said it was totally silent.

60 minutes to go…and counting….

I still have German homework and class tonight before I’m free for most of four days. Aaron is headed to Dallas for T-Day with his family, and Mom and I are doing dinner on Friday since she works Thursday and the weekend. We’re going non-traditional this year and having roast. I’ll have to scour Food Network.com and get some recipes. I have a couple invites for dinner on Thursday; one in Bay City and one with Jamie95. Because of the impending snowstorm north of Flint I’ll probably skip Bay City. I’ll decide for sure when I’m faced with an empty fridge. Other than that, there’ll be a whole lot of gaming going on. City of Heroes, Call of Duty, I might even finish Thief 3.

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 Posted by at 1:46 pm
Nov 232004
 

Dear President Bush,

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God’s law. I have learned a great deal from you and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some other elements of God’s Laws and how to follow them:

1. Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not to Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can’t I own Canadians?

2. I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

3. I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness (Lev. 15:19-24). The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.

4. When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord (Lev. 1:9). The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

5. I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states that he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself, or should I ask the police to do it?

6. A friend of mine feels that, even though eating shellfish is an abomination (Lev. 11:10), it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don’t agree. Can you settle this? Are there “degrees” of abomination?

7. Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle-room here?

8. Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How should they die?

9. I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?

10. My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them (Lev.24:10-16)? Couldn’t we just burn them to death at a private family affair, like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws (Lev. 20:14)?

I know you have studied these things extensively and thus enjoy considerable expertise in such matters, so I am confident you can help.

Thank you again for reminding us that God’s word is eternal and unchanging.

 Posted by at 11:24 am
Nov 222004
 

Saturday was the LAN party up in Caro at the Tuscola Archery Club, which was up on a hill, off a dirt road, and back in the woods. It was a much bigger setup than I expected, and I think we maxed out at about 25 people and their gear in two long rows on opposite sides of the room, which made it easy to set up teams. We ended up playing Call of Duty, which was the most fun of all four games we played, UT2k4, Battlefield Vietnam, and the Quake 3 mod Urban Terror, which kind of sucked unless you were on the good maps, then it was a blast. I was sorry I didn’t have a camera with me to get a few pics, but wasn’t expecting such a turnout. There were a few pics taken by the organizer, maybe he’ll post them on the message board.

Sunday was totally lazy. Neither roadster_guy nor I did anything of consequence all day except go to dinner at Assaggi in Ferndale with jamie95, then to SoHo for a drink afterward. Most of the day I did nothing but play Call of Duty’s single player game. I never get tired of WWII shooters for some reason, even though I have yet to finish Thief 3 or Doom 3.

Assaggi has some of the best food I’ve had anywhere, and I *highly* recommend trying it out. It’s expensive, but definitely worth it. I had pan-fried scallops in a balsamic sauce with butternut squash risotto, and a bowl of tomato basil cream soup with a chunk of fried polente in it. We barely managed to resist dessert, but ate too much hot pita bread before dinner to allow that. SoHo was pretty nice, even though it was dead in there, being a Sunday night. It’s laid out like Pronto, but has a lot more room. We each had a martini, watched Airplane! for awhile, and ogled Mike the bartender.

 Posted by at 8:35 am
Nov 172004
 

The first night of class went pretty well; it was actually very interesting so far. I almost got there late but the class was so full our start time was delayed a bit due to last-minute registrations. Due to state regulations, and the possibility of a state monitor being in class, we can’t get out early so it’s 6-9:30pm both nights. It was kind of strange to be learning the beginnings of a totally new career that doesn’t involve computers.

The only inconvenience to these classes is the dates they’re given. Appraisal 2 won’t be given in Southfield until May, and in Livonia in February. The Livonia office is at 6 Mile and 275, so that will be quite a hike. The 15-hour USPAP course is given over two days and only from 9am to 4:30pm, so I’ll have to take those days off from work. At least the classes can be taken in any order, so I can knock out both of the last two in February. I even have a line on a possible appraisal job once classes are done, so things appear to be lining up nicely. My contract on my current job runs until August so any appraisal work would be on the side until then, then I’ll see if I can afford to make the big switch.

So tired this morning. I didn’t get to sleep until almost 3am the night before, so last night I took half a Xanax as insurance and went to bed a little earlier than usual. I’m not moving too quick yet this morning, and the caffeine hasn’t kicked in yet. Luckily things at work are pretty quiet so far, since I’m going to try and get as much German homework done as I can here instead of racing to get it done before class tonight. Luckily the appraisal class has no homework to speak of.

 Posted by at 8:36 am
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