That Quiet Place

I have been trying everything I can to do what is free. I re-discovered the library. Somehow it was long lost, but it still exists. Most people say that you cannot find anything there. Well, if you want to conduct research I noticed the library lacks information. Strange. I have found interesting movies and they have television series. I found a couple of good flicks. One was Beginners. It's an adorable film with Ewan McGreggor and a terrier. It's about a guy who seems to be rebuilding his life after the death of his parents. He meets this girl, who in the beginning is mute. I adore the film! Then I checked out Crazy Heart and I enjoyed it thoroughly. I still shop for movies, I keep my eyes peeled for stuff that is cheap. I found the first and second season of 3rd Rock From the Sun for $4 a piece. I have been bartering books and music. I had a great trade and received Abby Road by the Beatles. For the most part, I have been trying to stay home. I can't help but leave the house because I hate being inside all of the time. Stuff keeps falling apart. The faucet in the kitchen needed a new piece. The bathtub drain is really slow, I used an entire bottle of Draino and it is still slow. I have to wait until payday. I also have to wait until payday to change the oil, but my car is insisting on changing the oil. I reduced my bills by $10. I became a Cricket customer. Their service seems to work great in my house. Sprint told me that I would not pay an early termination fee. If they do charge me, I will have a nice long talk with BBB...again. If only I can change the fuel service on my car for something cheaper...

Sometimes I Wonder How I Do It

Right now my mind is a little numb. Little by little, I have been cleaning up the house. Today, I was organizing my room. It fascinates me how long I tolerated the bullshit in my house. I have not found anymore pills in the house. This is good because that was driving me nuts. The other thing that was driving me to drink were the cigarette butts. I find those at random. There is a pile of them under the fridge. Supposedly, my house was a mess and he tidied it up...it is clean now that I had an opportunity to clean up the place. The file cabinets are cleaned up and the paperwork is in one pile. Everything is back where it belongs. I have been throwing away everything from my past relationship that was cluttering up the room. In my spare time, I have been writing. That would be a reason why I haven't been here often. I finished with a rough draft of my ghost story, I will be typing that up and submitting it on Triggerstreet and Writerscafe. I started working on one of my science fiction stories, I found a new twist and characters will be added. It's going to be a good book, I can already tell. I have been strongly debating about continuing my education. I saw some information on a MFA. I really don't know if I want to make the bill higher than it is. I need all kinds of stuff. I need three letters of recommendation and 30 pages of fictional work. I write more about history than fiction, so that might not be the best. I don't know what I want. I know that I do not want to participate in college debt. I want to rebuild my social life now that it has been completely annihilated. Oh well, the ones that are gone do not need to be in my life anyway.

I'm a Nerd

So, I just discovered this fun thing to do with the computer. I'm kind of a dork because it is something that many computer geniuses already know about. Try this, it's so cool! Is your computer “male” or “female”? 1. Open Notepad 2. Copy the following line into notepad: CreateObject("SAPI.SpVoice").Speak"I love you" 3. Save file as"computer_gender.vbs" 4. Run the file. If you hear a male voice, your pc is a boy If you hear a female voice, your pc is a girl Now Comment Your Results.. :)

What If They Fire Back?

So, the anticipated landing of Mars has occurred. I was thinking of all the possible events. At one point, I wanted to place a bet that the rover would crash and burn. Billions of dollars down the tube; just like all the satellites floating around in space. They do not retrieve those when they break you know. Then a few amusing thoughts came to mind. When the pictures were being retrieved, I thought that maybe some curious locals would be peering into the lens. I am sure that NASA watched Mars closely for any sign of life. I was thinking it would be funny if some sort of life form would steal the spacecraft and run. What if there was life on Mars? Would they be more intelligent? Would they have the same intelligence? What if Martians really existed? I wonder if they would have been pissed off that we trespassed on their planet and started to shoot at planet Earth. Maybe they would enslave us. That would be like Alien Nation in reverse. If there was an encounter, they may have a name for our planet. "What is this Mars you speak of?" They would say because they probably have a different name for their planet. I reached that weird area of PBS one early morning and they were talking about life "out there." One individual was talking about how interesting our conversation would be if we were to encounter a being from another planet. It would be an interesting conversation indeed.

Eyes in the Back of My Head

I have a job that I commute to every day. I don't have a way to go to home and back on my lunch. I get home late and I feed the animals and let them outside to play. People seem to think that if I am not home I do not know what is going on. Why are people under that impression? I do not need to ask about anything. Kind of like most of the friends I know. People that know my friends come up to me and gossip. I never asked for the information, they tell me every single time. I try not to tell them any information about what is happening in my life because I know they run their mouth. It's the same way in my house. If someone pees in the backyard, someone tells me. If someone breaks something or committed a crime, they tell me. If nobody is there to tell me, I find out when the room mate does not come home. If someone is smoking in the house, I can smell it regardless if you open the window. I wasn't born yestderday. If someone breaks into my room and goes through my things, I find out. I either see a change in things or the moron will up an tell me and be a pervert about it. Frank has not been doing so well. I have had them locked in my room. I do not like that idea because the room is very hot. I will have the fan running and it is still muggy because Dino is in the room to. I have placed Frank in the living room because I was afraid something would happen while I was at work. I thought he was fine and then it happened again. I placed Oreo and Frank in the extra room where it is a little bit cooler. The room mate will let them out. I told him that Oreo cannot be left out if he leaves the house. He seemed to be fine with that, but weird things have have occured over the past week that I do not like. The other day, I came home and Frank was limping. I asked, "Why is Frank limping?" Joseph said Frank ran into the table...since when did dogs limp after running into the table? Did it step on him? The worst that would happen is that Frank would look embarrassed and go on with his day. Before I tell you what happened last night, I will tell you what I know. Joseph does not know the difference between Frank and Oreo's bark. He came home one day and Frank was barking at him. He kept on telling Oreo to stop barking. Oreo doesn't bark, she doesn't even let anyone know when she is in pain. Last night, Joseph told me he locked up Oreo because she would not stop barking at something across the street. I know damn well Oreo is quiet as a mouse. When I went into the house, Frank did not greet me like an excited dog would. He was sulking and I had to call him a few times to get him to move from his spot. This is not normal. Normally when he is not feeling well, he lounges on the couch or will not leave my bed. Something dramatic happened and the dogs cannot tell me what it was. After much thought, I placed the dogs back into my room again. I am concerned about the heat harming them. I have the fan running, but I am worried that it will not help. My hope is that he will get the point that I know what happens in my house when I am gone. He has been quite disrespectful. He has been smoking in the house and I can smell it when he opens his bedroom door. Even after I had mentioned a few times I had one pay day, he still ate my food. He became butt hurt when I locked my food in my room. Hopefully, me locking things up will inform him AGAIN that I do not condone with bad behaviour.

It's True What They Say

Occassionally, I will see these posts on Facebook about age differences. Sometimes I think they are wrong because I know what old ice trays look like and what a cassette tape is. Heck, I even know what an 8 track player is. Most of those things I must be too young to know. Well, I hang out at antique stores and yard sales. People sell stuff from way back in the day. I watch and listen to entertainment from years ago. Not too long ago, I was quoting Bedknobs and Broomsticks. My associate stated that I am way too young to know what that is. I watched a ton of television when I was younger. It reminded me of the time when I first moved to Boise. The teachers are so ignorant, it's a wonder they have a job...oh yeah, tenure. So, my social studies teacher had a quiz. The students had to name a movie from a picture of a couple of objects. He was surprised that most of the students understood Papermoon. Why is that so shocking? It plays on television every summer. Sheesh. Anyway, I am rambling. Another post on Facebook I saw was about how people of a certain age feel. I think there was a line on the post where an individual in their 30's are not as enthusiastic. My 35th birthday was last week. I had a great time with my family and was disappointed in some of the people who I thought were my friends. What sucks is that just about everyone and their dog have a family, live too far away, or are just plain avoiding me. The ones that avoid me were the ones I am disappointed in. I had dinner with mom. I had some sushi that was deep fried, I think I should have stuck with my favorite. I was not feeling too well, so I couldn't go see Batman. I waited for my father on my birthday. I thought he would be there sooner because someone else was inviting me out for lunch and I wanted some more ink. He finally made it and we went to Cobby's. I got my favorite number 24. We checked out the discount house and nothing fascinating was playing. We rented Fireflies in the Garden and War Horse. Both good movies. I have been waiting for Fireflies for about two years now. He brought a gift that Vicki made me. She made me a necklace and bracelet out of glass and pearl beads. I bought myself some presents. I got a few books and some more clothes. I need more clothes. I'm probably going to go to a few yard sales this weekend.