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The Bro

Warning: Not suitable for all audiences.

The Count

I was thinking; "What would be a fun blog to post tonight, what could I write about that would send me into an inspirational tangent?" Well, I didn't come up with anything truly inspirational but I did think of something funny. Perhaps this is even more suitable considering the Beckett overload people are experiencing. How about some humor? Alright. To precede the video I figured I'd show my train of thought.

Step 1) What to blog?
Step 2) Stair counting?
Step 3) Thomas mentioned something about Sesame Street to Dr. Sexson...
Step 4) Sesame Street... Counting...
Step 5) Revelation! The Count!

For your viewing pleasure:




P.S. If I remember correctly I mentioned that someone once said "we laugh to keep from crying." I believe I remembered who said it. Henry David Thoreau. Correct me if I'm wrong though please!

Don't forget to bring questions for the quiz! (If you're at a loss I have a bunch, just ask.)

My Own Work.

Hello everyone. I was inspired to publish some of my own personal work on here because of the poem that has so consumed Adam Benson.

From the Gates to the Gardens- A Tale of Perfection

Asperger's Connections

Dr. Sexson said something that piqued my interests. He briefly mentioned that Asperger's children often speak in an extremely formal manner, this was in reference to Beckett's character Moran. Having just watched Dead Man, I made a connection between this aspect of Asperger's syndrome and Crispin Glover who plays a brief roll in the movie. If any of you have seen Willard, he plays the perfect socially inept character before it all goes crazy with the rats and such. Well, he maintains his carefully formal, highly enunciated speech patterns in Dead Man. Maybe it's not as cool as I thought it was but, well, I thought it was.

Beckett's Breaks

Well, there's the opening page which seems full of potential to break the story, but as it's the opening page and the only story the reader has thus far is what they knew before opening the book and reading I'll ignore that. P. 7 has Bizz's lines: "A little dog followed him..." and then on P. 9was where I had fun falling in and out of the plot.

And. once again I am I will not say alone, no, that's not like me, but, how shall I say, I don't know, restored to myself, no, I never left myself, free, yes, I don't know what that means but It's the word I mean to use, free to do what, to do nothing, to know, but what, the laws of the mind perhaps, of my mind, that for example water rises in proportion as it drowns you and that you would do better, at least, no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.

I read that and felt like a small dog, a Pomeranian maybe, worrying a rope being shaken by my master to get me off it. I, of course, looking for that fall, relented willingly to the drop from the narrative and into the mechanical workings below it. This happens quite often and I love it!

Counting Stairs

After reading Shelby's Blog on counting stairs I figured I should post some of the stuff of a stair-counter's nightmares. I've never wondered about counting the floor as my first step or not. I believed, from the beginning of my relationship with stairs, that the first step was the first elevation above the floor and at the top I counted my first footfall as I was only half on the landing but none after, say, if there should be a second set of stairs to continue up. If that were the case I would begin the process again as many times as it took to reach my destination floor and then add the sums together. Similarly on decent I counted the first footfall below the plane of the floor and then every in succession including the first footstep upon a landing, as I would only be half on the landing still. Should there be multiple landings I would continue in this fashion until arriving at my destination level and add the sums together for a total number of stairs.

2/19 Notes

Again, my apologies for having forgotten my smartpen. I know that these recordings are a poor substitute for the smartpen recordings but i do what I can.


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Notes.

Have a good weekend!

Searching Beckett

Ha ha! Patrick Stewart (Picard/Xavier) and Ian McKellen (Magneto) took "Waiting for Godot" to the theatre over the last year. The headline was "Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart to boldly Godot" and here's a link to their website. Along with their trailer:

Now how perfect that?

Chanting "Orsi, Orsi, Orsi!"

Jon Orsi has yet another inspiring blog which brings upon an apocalypse for me. He says;

I've told people about this and they've read some and i feel they get the impression I am a really dark person, which is funny to me because quite the opposite, and i think that may be why I enjoy this so much because these things are void from my life, and though it is a novel of emptying out, it is an essential and equally important part of the movments to become full once again.

This got me thinking.

My life, has only in the last few years become void of the wretched unfairnesses that haunt Beckett's works. I had a relatively rough start in life and, honestly, reveled in it like a kid in the mud. It was hard, but I was born reflective and could see that I was made out of tougher stuff than the people around me, including most adults. I could see that the things I'd gone through added depth and strength to my character through the praises I got for "being so brave" and persevering. I likened myself to a mangy stray dog, tough as nails and willing to get a little dirty to get things done. My mettle has been tested and I came through my twisted youth as a blade of damascus. Well, I also find the humor in Beckett. I don't know if it's so much that not having Beckettesque things happen to you that gives you the ability to laugh so much as knowing the perspective it takes to laugh. Like the insane giggles of a person being tortured. It is funny. Have you ever shinned yourself on a coffee table and rolled around on the floor giggling "ow, ow, ow!" at the absurdity of it? There's Beckett in that. As for the emptying out and filling up? Yes! There is an ebb and flow of pain, pleasure, and the grace to deal throughout life. It's a pattern unique to each individual but it is there. Beckett's work is a brilliant outlet for catharsis for those who have been wounded as well as those who haven't. It would work like sending a dollar to a Haitian. Do they really care? Probably not. I'd probably think; "fuck your dollar, send me something useful, like a bag of simcon or a skid steer." But does it make you feel better? If so then reading Beckett will be cathartic in a similar way.

Alright, my train of thought just got derailed... See you all in a few hours!

Qwill's FW

First you get beat your head against it.

Then you love it.

Then you get (h)ate it!

Finally you love it again.

Fin... again.

2/17 Smartpen Recordings

02.17.2010 11:03:13 AM
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Molloy I and II

I loved this story! I laughed at so many parts I couldn't even keep track. All the little oddities of Molloy, especially the ones that reflect the personality quirks of "normal" people. Brilliant!

Beckett is a genius! He writes the first part about Molloy in a sort of stream of consciousness style, fading out of one thought and into another only to return with a snap to where he'd begun and elaborate. It's a grip of little eternal recurrences in a single novel!

The second part, in the head of Moran, was also very interesting. It's crazy how Beckett got into the mind of an Asperger so well! All the choices, decisions and outbursts are the mathematical reactions to the equations of his social interactions. Unfortunately since Moran can't really connect with and understand social interactions he always reacts inappropriately. He comes across as monstrous but by the end of the book he is simply pathetic and gives up on society to become a kind of hermit. He became what he already was, accepted it, he returned from the way in which he was not to become himself.

My new personal favorite author! Let's see how long he lasts with all the brilliant reads Dr. Sexson keeps exposing me to!

Molloy

Well, I accidentally read the first part of Molloy. "I began at the beginning, like an old ballocks, can you imagine that?" (p.4) Well, this line probably should have been a clue. I feel as if I should have known better and am slightly embarrassed considering all our talks about beginning now and going from there, wherever now happens to be can be of whomever's choosing. Well, since I read it, I suppose I'll blog a teeny bit on it. I loved this story! I thought it was hilarious! I've told friends about it and made references to those friends about how well it ties in with Finnegans Wake. It's a 2 paragraph, 85 page stream of consciousness story told in a way that makes the story forget itself over and over again. You fade gently from one topic to the next without realizing you never finished the first only to be brought back around to it later once you've surely forgotten where you started. Only now, you remember, and everything seems to fall into place. Leaving questions? Perhaps but they are either addressed and explained or addressed very briefly, almost curtly and then left behind in a single sentence, bowled over by the powerful waves of his style of textual jabbermouthing. I actually giggled when he went on a rant about his sucking stoned and their respective pockets and rotations for 5 pages (the bottom of page 63 to the top of page 69).

More to read and people to sell things to. Must retire from this blog for now. Damn work... I just want to read!

2/12 Recordings

So I forgot my smartpen today but I did get a recording and some notes because I'm creative like that, just separate this time instead of all nice and neat like normal. I'm just that good. ;)







Sorry to publish in 3 sections but it's a size limitation.

Here are the notes as well.

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02.10.2010 11:01:27 AM
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20 Minute Lifetime in FQ

So, of them all, the passage I found from the Four Quartets that I decided to go with was on p. 44

Men's curiosity searches past and future
And clings to that dimension. But to apprehend
The point of intersection of the timeless
With time, is an occupation for the saint-
No occupation either, but something given
And taken, in a lifetime's death in love,
Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender.

Isn't this exactly what we're doing in class? In every class? Though especially the ones with Dr. Sexson. Viewing life and time and perspective. Grabbing a hold of our timeless selves or the timeless authors or the timeless works of literature in our time, with the 50 minutes we're allotted. No occupation (though this isn't completely true for most of us) but education. Education given and taken, in a lifetime's death. Our 50 minute lifetime. In love, eagerness and through the eyes of as many perspectives as we can learn from. We give ourselves in and up to the opening of our minds. Which sickly reminds me of this nasty Doctor Who episode I saw recently... Blech...

Lists

Allllllllrighty then. My list. These are the movies on the shelf beside me. The ones still in boxes and not yet in my DVD case.

My movie collection:
The 6th Day
All Dogs Go To Heaven
American Psycho
The Arrival
Arrival II
AVP
Back to the Future
Bennie and Joon
The Big Hit
Blood and Chocolate
The Brave One
Bravestarr the Movie
Bravestarr the Series
The Boondock Saints
The Bourne Identity
The Bourne Supremacy
The Bourne Ultimatum
Broken Arrow
Casper
The Cat From Outer Space (The villain in this looks surprisingly like Dr. Sexson)
Charade
Children of Men
The Chronicles of Riddick
The Chronicles of Riddick: Pitch Black
The Cell
Collateral
Con Air
Constantine
The Count of Monte Cristo
The Covenant
The Craft
Crank
Crash
Crossroads
The Crow
Dark City
Cruel Intentions I, II and III
The Dark Crystal
Dead or Alive
The Devil's Rejects
Dogma
Donnie Darko
Don't Say a Word
Domino
Edward Scissorhands
Electra
Elizabeth
Euro Trip
Ernest Scared Stupid
Exit Wounds
Felon
Ferngully
Four Rooms
Four Brothers
The Fifth Element
Flight of the Navigator
Finding Neverland
From Hell
Full Metal Jacket
Get Shorty/Be Cool
The Ghost in the Darkness
Ghost Busters Collectors Set
Ghost Rider
Gremlins
Hamlet
House of a Thousand Corpses
Hocus Pocus
Hot Fuzz
The Incredible Mr. Limpet
The Italian Job
Jacob's Ladder
Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back
Leonard Cohen - I'm Your Man
Jurassic Park
Joy Ride
Keeping the Faith
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Kiss of the Dragon
KPax
Labyrinth
The Last Stand, X-Men III
The Last Unicorn
Layer Cake
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Lethal Weapon I, II and III
Liberty Stands Still
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
Lord of War
Lucky # Slevin
March of the Penguins
The Matador
The Matrix I, II, and III
Merlin
Merlin's Apprentice
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
The Musketeer
My Book and Heart Shall Never Part
Notebook
The Nightmare Before Christmas
The Whole Nine Yards
The Whole Ten Yards
The Number 23
The One
One Night With the King
Ong Bak the Thai Warrior
Peggy Sue Got Married
Perfume
Phenomenon
Phonebooth
Pirates of the Caribbean I and II
The Princess Diaries I and II
The Protector
The Punisher
Queen of the Damned
Quills
Real Genius
Requiem for a Dream & Pi
Reservoir Dogs
Resident Evil I, II and III
The Returner
Road House
The Rock
The Rocketeer
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
The Saint
The Secret
The Sentinel
Seven
Sin City
Singing in the Rain
Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow
Shanghai Noon
Shaun of the Dead
Shoot 'em Up
Shooter
Short Circuit I & II
Smokey and the Bandit
Snakes on a Plane
Snatch
Stomp the Yard
S.W.A.T.
Sweeney Todd
Swordfish
Super Troopers
Taking Lives
The Terminal
That1Guy
Tombstone
Torque
Total Recall
The Transporter I & II
Tremors (Attack Pack)
True Lies
Troy
Twister
Ultra Violet
Underworld I & II
V for Vendetta
The Vampire Effect
Van Helsing
The Weather Man
WAR
Wild Hogs
Willard
Willow

WARNING! Personal opinions and beliefs follow.

Yet another warning! These are my personal beliefs and not necessarily based on any kind of "expertise" other than 25 years of living life.

In Shelby Soule's blog about the Four Quartets she brings up some interesting questions, I would like to share my philosophies that answer those questions for me.
Shelby asks:

...how conscious must we be to live a life fully? How do we know which reality to grasp, and which to let go? How can we experience a moment, and suck from it all the beauty and possibilities it holds? How do we get a hold of a 20-minute lifetime of our own?

and my personal responses would be:

"How conscious must we be to live life fully?" Depends on the perspective you have on "full" really. For me, I maintain the most in-the-moment sort of life that I can. I believe that living life fully and in the moment is simply reestablishing yourself every time you can, which becomes a sort of gut feeling that you use for maintenance of your in-the-moment lifestyle. Reestablish with yourself that the things you are doing and the goals you're working on achieving are really goals that make your heart light. If you LOVE your what you're doing then it will be fun and easy, even when it's very difficult. The challenge will be part of the fun. The "consciousness" is attainable through living in the moment. Living in the moment is easy if you are constantly happy with the choices that have led you to where you are, you don't look back because you feel good about what you did that brought you to this place, the now which is your reward for those decisions. You only look forward to plan around the linear time that allows you to maintain function in a society based on a scheduled day. Looking forward is really only necessary to make certain you don't miss the occasions that help you achieve your goals. This is why I have an alarm for everything. I look forward, set an alarm and forget about my future in order to live in the present to the fullest.

"How do we know which reality to grasp and which to let go?" Easy, go with your gut. You've been on this plane of existence learning from every moment for as long as you've been alive. If you don't trust yourself, you should probably work on that before trying any of this. Trust yourself to go with the best possible option out of any situation based on the accumulation of life experiences which brought you to now.

"How can we experience a moment, and suck from it all the beauty and possibilities it holds?" Live in the moment. It might not be easy at first but it gets easier. Not that I'm a pro or anything but I'm working on it.

And finally; "How do we get a hold of a 20-minute lifetime of our own?" Dream. Maybe not of drastic changes but dream of little things. Things that make you happy, things that scare you, things that are awful, awesome and cathartic. Then make them happen. The best dreams come true if you dream a little at a time and leave the big picture too big to see. Just feel it. Damn I sound like a hippie...

The Doom Song!

So, I happen to be COMPLETELY OBSESSED with Jhonen Vasquez, I didn't even have to look to know I spelled his name right. Biz made mention of the Doom Song in her Blog and I thought the actual video should get some airtime. XD

For your viewing pleasure!

I Got You Babe

Christins Nelson reminded me.

(from her blog) of a theory I once had, or a revelation I've had repeatedly in my life. Though I can't remember how it came about for my underaged self to be contemplating something like this I vividly remember doing so. Ready?

If a person does something then they are making a choice to do it based on all the experience and knowledge they've accumulated through all their time alive. With this in mind they are making the "best" possible choice they could make for the outcome they are seeking, in the specific situation that they are facing.

My question then is this; do you think you would do exactly the same thing over again if the day were repeating? I'm pretty sure I would, but of course this brings in to play the Butterfly Effect. Now I'm just getting crazy...

FW and the SoOT

There were several connections that were pretty cool. Unfortunately I think all the ones I've found and more were already listed in other people's blogs.
Connections:
1) The end takes you to the beginning
2) Maggie
3) Biblical references coming out your ears
4) References to other books in general
5) The rhetoric usage, in the Skin of Our Teeth it's just understandable to everyone.
6) The retrospective qualities. Makes you look at society and the individual.
7) Perspective analysis. Makes you see multiple perspectives on a single scenario.
8) Dual meanings. In FW it's half the words, in the SoOT it's little things like the name Lilly.

Also a giant list would be ALP's names from p. 104 - 107

A little late.

Well, I tried. I sent an email to the Finnegans Wake reading group website to try and get a group started in Bozeman but they only responded to me today with this. Whoever has help setup the group with Dr. Ben Lubner (I hope I'm spelling this correctly) should, if they can, get a hold of me and we can revamp this advert to go to whomever is running the group with Dr. Lubner. By the way, when is that first meeting again? Monday at 6 where? I'd love to come! Please email me at Rio.Jade.Gonzalez@gmail.com Thanks! See you all tomorrow!

Oh yeah.

And here is a link to a bunch of Lysistrata lude pictures.

and some pictures of the Battle of Waterloo

This is a long one.

I actually sort of did something different, paying attention. I actually did log my thoughts throughout the day. This is what's in my notebook that I utilized all day long. This is also the first time I've had a dream (that I've remembered, if someone wanted to argue it) in nearly a year. Both assignments follow here:

*Meh? Whazzizzzy time'zz'i'?* (Roll over. Look at phone.) *6249746?1604!71840?746184? Weh? (Math.) 6 to 12 to 6 - 12 minutes until my alarm goes off... Crap. (Images flash in my head of the dream I had.) (I fumble blindly for the notebook)*hold it, hold it*(I set next to my bed so that I could write down my day.( (I write with my eyes closed)

|12 minutes
| to alarm.
Dream|__________________________
man hit by car
{one car right over another}
after hitting
dog. Ribs
{the man hitting a dog I'm somehow close to that doggie-hops into the street. then as I yell at him he floors it to avoid me and plows through an intersection only to get plowed himself and then me running towards him to kneel and reach into his overturned car ans witnissing him pushing his seriously shattered ribs back through the flesh into his chest.}
Bball game gymnast.
{ending up at a basketball court trying to cut through the building in hopes of finding a EMT, there are gymnasts doing stunts over the court}
cold eyes. glaring
{the man looking at me even though I've helped him as he dies}
Awtaglvky tos Ewnet.
*Can I read that?*(blink blink bilnk, one eye opens)*ehhh yup*(eye closes)
Co
Countryside
{transition in my dream}
Driving Jeep
{it was grey}
farmhouse w
bomb shelter
{it was greyish off white}
zombies?
{I saw shuffling people and had a sneaking suspicion they were dead but no real evidence}
Away
from people
{trying to flee}
transition to N.O
{New Orleans}
walked there
w kid fromm
farmhouse?
{first appearance of the kid, just showed up with me and I felt connected to him}
Place in NO.
{little euro style townhouse near or in french quarter}
become friends
{with the kid}
w Night. neighbor
Night. zombies?
{this was all written on top of itself}
feeling of
Dread. Dog hit by
{true story, night falling with zombies around suckes.}
car. Benjhi &
Driver speeds off
C
Gets hit running
stop sign. Cars flip
I check man who
hi(d)t dog because I
feel responcible far
himn
*God I hope I can read this later* (blink)(eyes stay partially open finally)
sillouette in car
was 2 people
Man had child?
{recapping my dream to ensure accuracy I remember there being a child in the car, perhaps brought back in the second part of my dream as the farmhouse kid I keep alive}
Thrown? Becomes Zum
{or he became a zombie, more ligical}
Walking to EMT
Driver i?st3kid
(a disc ejects from my laptop *what the =_(



- Sit up, getting out on
the left side of the
bed. Wonder if the
left side is the right
side today.
*It's not as cold as I thought it'd be.*
(I fall from my bed into my office chair. On the screen of my laptop it shows a word of the day, today's word is)
-6:40 - "laterality" is
defined on my screen
saver This changes to "mediate"
@6:41
Wiggle mouse, close
MacTheRipper, check email.
(All the same junkmail from my phone)
*bastard spam, I gotta fix my blocker*
Delete 6 emails &
read "Kushman, James"'s
Blog, on "Poioumenon"
which I look up.
(and I do with my Dictionary program. I read the definition and the Wikipedia)
Interesting. Cool Blog!
- D. synthesia - seeing audio,
etc...
- close Firefox - 6:50
- Reading HW for
college writing II
"The Book of Job"
*Ha ha! (Dr. Sexson's voice) what're the odds? 1 in 3*
Excerpts
(hunger strikes again)
-pause for food
(I move away from the computer and the chair spins behind me. I can feel the momentum and the resistance from the force of me standing up and I calculate that it will spin one and a half times before it stops. I glance behind myself, the slightest of head twists, and give myself a mental pat on the back. I get to my kitchen, a whopping 7 steps form anywhere in my studio and I am rub attacked by my cat. I nearly trip trying to avoid kicking him in the head.)
*you little bastard $#^&}"!!!*
(I check myself and pick him up to calm myself down and reassure him that my emotional discharge there {not verbal but you can smell emotions as well} was nothing serious and I apologise by rolling him onto his back and holding him like a baby {stomach up and cradled} and pacing around my apartment for a few minutes focusing on nothing but the path my feet are taking and making purring noises and giving calm, loving looks to Qwill.)
*It's a good thing I am skilled at emptying my mind so that this project isn't such a big deal*
*Time for food*
(I set Qwill down on the back of the couch, from where he immediatly jumps down to return to ankle rubbing, and I grab his bowl {from the ground} and food {from the fridge} and set the food on the counter and the bowl in the sink. I run water into the bowl until it's steaming and I open the cat food. The label is facing due west so I'm only looking at the left half of it. The tab is facing west-northwest towards my right armpit. The fork jutting through the lid and into the food is pointing it's prongs east. I thumb off the lid and then {leaving the lid on} scoop out a heaping tablespoon's worth of cat food. Balancing this with my right hand I shut off the water and lift the cat's bowl out of the sink with my left. I run the majority of the water out so there is just a tiny bit left and mash the balanced food into the water making a lukewarm-ish paste for Qwill to pamper himself with. I reseal the food and toss it on the top shelf in the fridge {fork still in the lid} and half toss, half slid Qwill's food to the western face of the fridge where he immediately buries his face and makes little snarfing sounds.)
*mental sigh*
(With the cat out from under my feet and the meowling quieted I can concentrate on feeding myself. I remember cinnamon toast and the flavor fills my mouth. I'm more conscious of the phantom flavor than my actions as I open the door to the refrigerator again and pull bread out. I check to see if I need a new stick of butter by looking over the open door at my condiment table but I don't so I grab the orange juice and close the door with my foot as I spin away to face the counter.
{a feeling akin to a cool breeze on a hot day rushes through me. It is the feeling I get when I love my body and how it moves. When I am moving in a manner which I have been trained for combat and it is so graceful that it's where the definition 'fluid motion' must have come from.} I spread the contents of my potential breakfast out before me. Removing the bread from the bag I realize that my grandmother was the last and first person to handle the bag. She always leaves the cellophane on the loaf inside it's bag which I find redundant, mildly annoying and largely endearing. {I feel it necessary to point out that I am a Celiac at this juncture. I cannot digest gluten. People might be wondering what kind of bread has a cellophane on it inside its bag. That bread is rice bread} have the required items for breakfast laid out from left to right. Toaster, bread (while I inventory I remove the cellophane and shimmy to my left to toss it in the garbage bin), orange juice (as I shimmy back to my workstation of food stuffs I grab the cinnamon in passing), cinnamon (I about face, half left face and take three steps forward to where the butter lies, then return), butter and (I reach past the coffee maker on my right and grab the hidden sugar behind it) sugar.
I grab a plate from the cupboard to my far left and return to pop two pieces of toast into the toaster and drop the handle. While I wait for the toast to pop up I about face and retrieve a can mandarin oranges from the fridge. I like my fruit cold, even if it is canned. I think it softens the tin flavor.
I go back to the dish cupboard and retrieve a bowl, it has a chip in the rim of ceramic and I wonder if it's a recent chip from my good bowl or if it's the chipped bowl and I'm misremembering the color between green and blue but this thought is gone as fast as it came and I never check. I return to the food station and use the pull tab to open the can. I set pour the contained fruit into the bowl, tapping the can on the bowl's edge once to ensure it's emptiness and then move to discard the container in the trash. I then pull a glass {my last one} and pour myself some orange juice then recap the container and put it back in the fridge. {top right corner, nozzle facing away from me, north}
While I'm waiting for the toast I do the dishes from the night prior, rinsing off each one and placing it in its preordained spot in the dishwasher,)
*I hope I don't electrocute myself!*
(directly beneath where the toaster is.)
(Qwill jumps on the counter and I put him back on the floor with wet hands, which he gives me a dirty look for before jumping right back on the counter to watch me. *Qwill mews for seconds* I fold and go through the process of feeding him again. Dish, hot water in secondary basin, food from fridge, water steams, water gets turned off, lift lid on container, fork out a substantial amount with right hand, dump majority of water with left and add heap of food to bowl and mix with water. Place food near fridge, recap food and place back in fridge then go back to dishes. (cachunk!) I finish the last rinsing and tuck the fork into the dishwasher {Dishes done in chronological order: knife, spoon, spoon, pint glass, plate, last hidden fork} then close the door. The toaster popped while I was doing the dishes and I click the little handle back down to darken the bread a little more.)
*God I love crispy cinnamon toast! Mmm*
(I pay close attention to what's going on for the toast since it's about time to finish making it and realize I'm low on butter. I pull out a strange unlabeled pad of artificial butter which I grimace at internally *give it a shot* and place on the counter *at least if I use it now I won't have it later if I don't like it. Get it out the way. BAD GRAMMAR! Ugh!* I remember that my mother gave the butter substitute to me and smile. Love, warm, happy.)
*$#!+! I'm getting behind on my writing already!!!*
(I grab my notebook and)
-Hold the cat & pace around
the house for a few minutes
-Feed the cat
- Make cinnamon toast &
get a bowl of mandarin
oranges.
-Do dishes while waiting
on toast
-Qwill jumps on counter
twice while I'm
doing dishes, then
begs for seconds
which I give him
-The toaster popped while
doing dishes & I run it
a second time to bake
the bread to be slightly
crispier.
-low on butter so I
get out this strange
butter substitute stuff my
mom gave me to try.
(alarm blares from computer and phone simultaneously)
-7:07, normal alarm goes
off.

I have the rest but I'm tired and I bet you are too if you read this far. I'll continue to post over the next few days but I think I need a break for now.

2/3 Smartpen

02.03.2010 11:03:49 AM
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2/1 Smartpen Recordings

Mostly Groundhogs Day movie audio but some good Sexson quotes.

02.01.2010 11:03:22 AM
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