Something Swift this way comes…

My kitchen floor is, indeed, sticky. And I don’t know why. I spilled some milk on there this morning and didn’t realize it. So I swiffered that spot (no comments from the peanut gallery, thanks) and put it up again. But the floor in front of the stove is sticky. The floor, 6 feet from the spot where the milk hit, is sticky. Does the milk just crawl, trying to get away? It’s not like the floor was covered in milk or anything either. It was just a bit.

And by the way. The swiffer thingie? I despise it. Who the hell wants to touch the crudded up pad of a swiffer ‘wet jet’ just after you’ve finished cleaning up some potentially toxic spill from the floor? I mean, that’s contaminating shit down there…else I would’ve licked it up. The inherent idea behind a mop is A) to remove the grungy toxicity from the surface of your floor while B) not getting your hands in, around, or on it. So you have to put the swiffer up to let it dry because you don’t want the hairy liquid oog on your hands. And then it just hardens the little pad thing up. That’s no good. Now you have to give your swiffer a haircut while wearing a biohazard suit. Because God knows you /still/ don’t want any of that crap touching you.

Anyways…I still don’t know why the kitchen floor is sticky. I didn’t put anything on it to make it sticky. The cats didn’t bake cinammon rolls tonight while we were away (I asked, then checked to make sure they weren’t lying), and no one else has been in the house to make a sticky floor. How the hell does this happen? And when did it become so important that technology pervade every corner of our life that we had to oust the trusty mop in favour of a technological piece of crap like the Swiffer Wet Jet? This, of course, is somehow going to end up being my fault, I just haven’t figured out how yet.

Anyways…May your floors not be mysteriously sticky when you get home late at night.

Jamie

Don’t Drink the Water

Come out come out
No use in hiding
Come now come now
Can you not see?
There’s no place here
What were you expecting
Not room for both
Just room for me
So you will lay your arms down
Yes I will call this home
Away away
You have been banished
Your land is gone
And given me
And here I will spread my wings
Yes I will call this home
What’s this you say
You feel a right to remain
Then stay and I will bury you
What’s that you say
Your father’s spirit still lives in this place
I will silence you
Here’s the hitch
Your horse is leaving
Don’t miss your boat
It’s leaving now
And as you go I will spread my wings
Yes I will call this home
I have no time to justify to you
Fool you’re blind, move aside for me
All I can say to you my new neighbor
Is you must move on or I will bury you
Now as I rest my feet by this fire
Those hands once warmed here
I have retired them
I can breathe my own air
I can sleep more soundly
Upon these poor souls
I’ll build heaven and call it home
‘Cause you’re all dead now
I live with my justice
I live with my greedy need
I live with no mercy
I live with my frenzied feeding
I live with my hatred
I live with my jealousy
I live with the notion
That I don’t need anyone but me
Don’t drink the water
Don’t drink the water
There’s blood in the water
Don’t drink the water

Written by (you guessed it) Dave Matthews (DMB)

Long week. Weeks getting longer and it’s slowly driving me mad. That’s okay, a little insanity can be fun. Healing even. Insanity from loss of sleep is wonderfully invorgorating until the pain comes. At least there’s good painkillers for those times. On the school front, I made a 94 on my first Active Directory test (two stupid mistakes where I misread the questions kept me from getting a 100) and I’m learning Bash Shell Scripting in linux…I swear to God you could write a script that could move the Earth in its orbit, given enough time and knowhow. There’s really not much that you /can’t/ do with a shell script. Anyways, I won’t bore you with the details because I know I’m the only enlightened one among the M$ heathens,

In other news…I’ve got a secret….Shhhh…don’t tell anybody….but my buddy Rae is home from her vacation! YAY!!!! She acts like I didn’t miss her, but she knows better than that. Anyways, Raehun, it’s good to have you back, though I know you would’ve stayed on the beach with maitais and daquiris, given half the chance and enough cabana boys. I know Raistlin’s glad to have you back home though.

There’s so much stuff that I want to say to people, but it usually ends up coming out sounding stupid or corny. Sometimes it just doesn’t make any sense at all…so I usually end up sitting quietly and not speaking what I’d like out of fear that I won’t be able to verbalize it properly…that’s partly the reason why the long spaces between blogs. The other reason is the fact that I lead a largely boring existance, with only my internal thoughts for entertainment and who wants to hear those? Nobody .

So, as I try and work through my mental fears and come up with stuff to talk to you about, I suggest you check out some of the other great blogs around the net. Oh, and if you’re not a fan of PVP yet, I suggest highly that you go there and check them out…read the archives from start to finish and inundate yourself in the world of PVP You’ll be happy you did.

Anyways, I hope this finds you all well, blessed, and happy!

Jamie

Hey, just wanted to get a post in before it becomes ‘almost a week’ since I’ve posted. I had a good weekend, though fairly long, and largely sleepless (a la: the title). My bud Jeremy and his wife were able to make it down this weekend and we spent saturday evening and lo unto the wee hours of sunday morning together, just the four of us, catching up, reminiscing, and being generally more intelligent than was healthy for us! I had an absolutely fantastic time of it, and I hope they did too, though I did hear that their house was a wreck when they got home. Ah well…what the hell can you do with a surly roommate besides drag ‘em out and shoot ‘em. Preferably in front of a large hole so the body just tumbles right in. Anyways, I just wanted to let you guys know that I’d not falled off the face of the planet, and hopefully I’ll have something more interesting to blog about soon, though I must say that my weekend was /quite/ interesting. And fun. Thanks J, for coming down and spending time with us poor ignorant white trash when you could’ve been at home, curing cancer! It means a lot bud

Anyways, I’m outties for now, but I’ll be back again soon.

Jamie

Neon shines through smoky eyes tonight
It’s 2 A.M., I’m drunk again
It’s heavy on my mind

I could never love again
So much as I love you
Where you end, where I begin
Is like a river going through

Take my heart, take my eyes
‘Cause I’ll need them no more
If never again they’ll fall upon
The one I so adore

‘Scuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong?
‘Cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart
My Grace is Gone
One more drink and I’ll move on

One drink to remember
Then another to forget
How could I ever dream to find
a love like you again
One drink to remember
And another to forget

‘Scuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong?
‘Cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart
My Grace is Gone
One more drink and I’ll move on
One more drink and I’ll be gone

You think a thing’s impossible
Then the sun refused to shine
I woke with you beside me
Your cold hand lay in mine

‘Scuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong?
‘Cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart
My Grace is Gone
One more drink and I’ll go

‘Scuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong?
‘Cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart
My Grace is Gone
Another drink and I’ll move on
One more drink and I’ll be gone
One more drink and my Grace is Gone

Words by Dave Matthews

Sing it Dave.

Kind of a cheap post today, sorry, feeling kinda melancholy and bluesy today. You pays your money and you takes what you gets.

God bless and keep.

Jamie

Okay, everybody get down if you feel me.

Can’t help it. That’s a good song. Anyways, had a pretty okay day yesterday…doing the school thing. Tuesdays and thursdays are my ‘light’ days. Those are the days when I don’t have to work because I have a night class. This quarter I’m taking Active Directory (bleh) and Linux II (actually III, but don’t ask). Linux is my night class and while I have to sit in class for 4 hours twice a week, I end up enjoying it more…no believer like a convert, eh? That’s right…I’m going to talk about linux until somebody pukes! MUAHAHAHAHA. And then I’m gonna talk about it some more. We’re learning BASH shell scripting this week…well, going over the very basics of it, it’s not something that you can just learn in two days worth of classes. At least I can’t. So anyways, we’re learning shell scripting which is a super-powerful way of combining commands and functions to do multiple tasks, or repetetive tasks all at once…kinda like writing a program, but it’s a lot easier than having to get down to bitwise functions and worrying about the stack and clearing memory. Plus, for those of you out there who know what the hell I’m talking about, it’s interpreted, not compiled, so it’s a little ’slower’ than if I wrote a program to do the same thing in C or C++. Ferex – JST (my instructor) sat down with me one night after class and helped me wrote a script for me while I watched that strips the spaces out of file names and replaces them with underscores (’_') for ease of use at the command line. It renamed 30+ gb’s of filenames (well over 5000) in just under two minutes. If I’d compiled it, it probably could’ve done it in a minute and a half. So, yeah, scripting is powerful, and that’s just a simple script that took less than 20 minutes to write, test and save to disk. I’m excited about learning this new skill because I can see many applications (HAH! Get it!??!? Appli…oh never mind) for the ability to do quick short programs/scripts that workhorse mundane tasks for you…I mean, can you imagine having to try and rename 5,000+ files by hand? Yeah, I thought so. Makes me wanna vomit too.

So yeah. In my active directory class, we’re learning how to set up a domain. Or something.

Which one do you think interests me more?

In other news, apparently I committed another faux pas. A very good friend of mine has kids and I couldn’t remember how old they were. Guys forget this kinda shit all the time. Hell, I can barely remember how old /I/ am half the time and you want me to try and remember someone else’s age? Apparently this is kinda important to women. Who knew? I was upbraided by my wife for not remembering how old they were. So today I found out. 4 and 8. And yes, I did have to scroll back up to find out. What can I say? I forget shit like that. I can only remember my birthday and my wife’s birthday…and for some odd reason my brother’s. I can’t remember anyone else’s birthdays. Ever. I don’t remember anniversaries – other than my own (March 14th 1998. HAH! And I didn’t have to look that one up). I know when Christmas is, but I always have to look on the calendar for any other holiday (Except July 4th)…I’m just not good with remembering dates and stuff. You’d think with as many different methods of organizing and planning we have available to us today – hell, I have 5 different programs on my computer that can act as datebook/reminders with alarms, email notifications and all that shit – that I’d use one of those to remember…I just forget to ever ask anyone what their birthday is, or anniversary…stuff like that just slips right past me. I guess that’s why it’s so good that I married who I did, she remembers all kinds of shit like that. She can’t remember to take the wet clothes out of the washing machine and put them into the drier, but she can remember a birthday if someone whispered it behind a shielding hand three blocks away one afternoon 25 years ago. And if you think I’m lying about the wet clothes thing or ‘over-emphasizing’ to make it funny? I’m not. We don’t talk about the “rotted jeans” episode anymore. Hell, I didn’t even know jeans /could/ rot. But they can.

Are you getting tired of reading my random, wandering stream of conciousness writing yet? Just think of it as me trying to compensate for hooking you back yesterday without paying out the goods.

Alright, I suppose I can cut it short if it’s really annoying you that bad. I do want to share a quote that a friend shared with me yesterday, one that is 100% correct and one that I liked immensely:

“Writing about music is like dancing about architecture. In other words: music takes us to places that words cannot, and maybe thats the whole point.” ~Joe Jackson~

Alright, I’ll stop rambling now. Have a good day and come back soon.

Jamie

As I was drifting off to sleep last night (a process that some of you know is an excrutiating event for me), a haiku sprang straight forward into my brain, in the 5-7-5 meter, and I wanted to share it with you:

Needle in my heart
Microsoft Windows is a
Poor piece of software

Now you know what I do when I’m laying in bed for two hours, staring up at the ceiling. I’m listening to George Noory and Composing Haiku. Of course my haiku isn’t very good – it really shouldn’t be judgemental…but hey, I’m simply a reporter of what the subconcious springs on me, fully grown, as I’m drifting off in this case. What can I say? Even my subconcious loves Linux!

Yeah, yeah, I can hear bru snickering now and I swear that other sound you hear is Rae’s eyes rolling in her sockets as she mutters something about what a damn geek I am. And? I never professed to be anything other than a dyed-in-the-wool geek, now did I? Nope. So nyah. For the rest of you, I realize you could probably care less about the microsoft/linux debate, that’s okay too. As I said recently, you just have to take the good with the bad when you come here. And today? Definitely rotten! Perhaps if I’m in a better mood I’ll give you something else to read today, so check back. MUAHAHAHAHA…I could write a book: Cool tips on how to draw ‘em in to your website!

Doubt anybody would really buy it though…is it just me, or does /everyone/ but me hate the grey colour scheme?

Anyways,
Later.

Jamie

edit: Forgot to put in that Microsoft Windows is a registered trademark of the Microsoft corporation. You know, the same people who own the lien on Satan’s Apartment, and gave us such wonderful things as Registry errors and the Blue Screen of Death. Thanks bunches. Bitches.

There’s something wrong with me.

I’m broken inside. I don’t know any better way to explain that this. There is a piece of me missing, it fell out of the box and was brushed under a forgotten rug in a long empty house years ago. The piece that’s missing, that is the piece that let me be good in a crowd, to have fun with people, to laugh and talk and let me smile when at a gathering. Now that piece is gone and I’m left, sitting here, alone, unwilling to go anywhere where there’s anyone I don’t know. Large crowds like a sea of faces wanting to suck me down and drown me, bereft of charity these faces float about and mouth their empty words to one another as I stand on the fringes of their circle. I found this broken part of me again tonight and fingered the hole in my heart where the piece is missing with a wincing sigh, realizing that the pain will never fully fade from the tender flesh there. A good friend, leaving town, and me unable to enjoy her party because of the nagging fear, the anticipation of faces upturned, fingers pointing, shouts to the heavens that I don’t belong there.

I’m an outcast of my own design, the flaw within me keeping me from enjoying a gathering. I’m a hermit, a ‘loner’, I crave the ability to be able to enjoy the crowd, but instead I seek out the solace, the privacy of a cold monitor and a hard keyboard. At least I got to hug my friend and tell her bye…at least I’m not so far gone that I’m afraid to even leave the house. The nerves, the sweaty palms, the fluttery stomach…why can’t I just be a ‘normal’ person, whatever the hell that is?

Anyways, Theresa, I know you don’t read this, but be safe and drive careful. And why /Utah/ of all places?!? Jeeze.

And to answer the question, no it wasn’t the short Angel, it was a miscommunication of intent with a friend…everything’s better now..well, better is a subjective word. It’s all straightened out now.

Frustratingly vague, I know, but some things I can tell ya, and some things I’d just have to kill ya if you knew ‘em.

Now, try and figure out if I’m laughing when I say that or not.

Thanks for reading

And if you find a broken piece of me…well, it probably won’t fit anymore anyways.

Jamie

As a side note to the previous post – Yes, I’m going to obsess about this until I find out wtf I actually said. Because that’s just the kind of OCD asshat I am.

Natch.

Apparently I’ve forgotten the cardinal downfall of being male.

I can say something that completely screws up a female’s entire world without realizing that I’ve said anything ‘wrong’, even if what I’ve said is actually ‘right’.

Hell. I /still/ don’t know what I said.

Sometimes when you win, you really lose.

Most of the time when I win, I lose.

Oh, and sorry about the shitty poetry….sometimes you have to take the good with the bad here.

Hope you’re all having a good weekend.

Jamie