Blog of a crazy man

Angel looked to the other side of the waiting room. All of the men and women sitting across from her looked the same. The men all had toned muscular physiques that looked like they had just left the gym. The women were skinny with the typical “perfect” breasts and well defined asses. Angel’s physique was the same as everybody else’s. Genetic engineering and plastic surgery had made sure of that.

The fact that everybody looked alike didn’t bother Angel. In fact, it gave her comfort to think that she blended in with any crowd. She could walk into any city in the world and meet a thousand people who looked just like her, and for that matter, acted and thought like her.

Angel had one difference from the many people just like her - she didn’t find any of the people in the waiting room attractive. They were pictures of perfection. Why wouldn’t anybody find them attractive? No, Angel’s disease prevented her from having any kind of attraction to any person in her world. She hated it. That’s why she agreed to the experimental procedure. Some quick pain pills and a non-evasive ultrasound surgery on her brain and she would find the people around her beautiful. She would finally be normal.

It’s been way too long since I updated this thing, but contrary to what most of you are probably thinking, I’m not dead. Which is surprising. Here’s what’s been going on…

I guess I should start by saying that I have a girlfriend named Alicia. She’s 20, and is working at Kroger, where I work. My family thought I was crazy for wanting to date her because not only is she not a Christian (she’s pagan), she has a baby. The baby is a girl named Larissa. She’s only 6 months old.

Ok, so I haven’t dropped the bomb yet. Alicia is pregnant again. Of course, I’m the father. She had her first ultrasound Wednesday and the baby is a very healthy, happy speck. Or at least that’s what s/he looks like on the ultrasound. I’m very excited, and not very scared. I know most guys would be freaking out right now, but I’m very happy to be the father of that little speck. I was going to post the ultrasound picture to my flickr account, but I don’t have it with me right now, so I can’t scan it yet. I’ll post it when I get the chance. Not that there’s much you can see except a tiny speck.

We’re going to be moving in together in the next few weeks. We already have the apartment and are going to move in as soon as maintenance gets done cleaning and repainting the inside of the apartment. They expect to be done with that in about two weeks and then we can move in. Obviously this means a lot of changes, including me dropping out of college for a spell while we settle into our new home and get a budget and whatnot figured out.

So yeah, alot of changes in my life, and I know that all of this probably surprised a lot of you. I’ll still try to post more of my crazy ramblings here, and I’m working on about three different writing projects which might end up here. I’m not dead. I’m quite the opposite. I’m a father.

Today I took my last final at the University, and I’m officially on Christmas Break until Jan. 4. I get to spend the next month playing video games (unfortunately not on a Wii) and enjoying my recently ordered tea samples from Adagio Teas. Great tea by the way. Hopefully I’ll finally get some more posts written here to make up for my utter lack of updates.

Wii - $250
Call of Duty 3 - $50
Waiting in line for 2.5 hours to find out that you’re number 6 in line for a Wii when the store only has 5 - Priceless

My toes were numb, my fingers were numb, even my nose was numb. All that time out in the cold just to find out that I got there half an hour too late to get my hands on a Wii. On the plus side I did meet some very nice people. Congrats to those who got there ahead of me. I hope you enjoy your Wii.

I used a Mac for the first time in my life today. I’m probably going to be using them a lot more in the coming months as their use is required for my English 110 class. The ones we’re using are the slightly old eMacs. They’re using the newest version of OS X. I like it. My deeper sense of the evil of closed source software makes me want to hate it, but I’m a sucker for a clean, beautiful interface. I mean, really beautiful. I’m being wooed to the dark side.

Just thought I’d let you all know that a story of mine has been published on 365 tomorrows. Check it out if you get the chance.

There are a few commands that a Linux user should never type into the terminal. Among them is “rm - r *”. This should especially not be typed into your home directory. I, unfortunately, did this just a few minutes ago. I thought I was in my Desktop, but I was a little off. I realized my mistake in time to save all of my important files, but not in time to save about half of my music collection. Some of what was destroyed I have backed up on CD or on my MP3 player, but the rest is going to have to be re-downloaded. Oh well. I guess it could have been worse.

Note: To any curious people, the “rm” command is short for “remove” and adding “-r *” tells the computer to remove everything in the current directory. Like taking an eraser to your hard drive.

Men have their whole lives to make sure that they go into the light when they die. This man had 70 years. But he, like so many other people, ignored death his whole life. It figures that he would choose after he’s dead to try to fight his way out of going into the darkness.

She was waiting for the man behind a dumpster. She hated dragging people into eternity like this, but he wouldn’t go peacefully like the rest of them. He was determined to make her work. In a few minutes he would be coming around the corner into the alley, that’s when she would jump him.

He had lived a relatively normal life. He went to church every Sunday and most people would have been surprised to find that he had any sin worthy of sending him to hell, but most people didn’t know about the children he molested. She knew, and she knew that he had to pay for what he had done. He had other plans. As soon as he realized where she was going to lead him, he started running. He chose to make his stand against the darkness after the choice was no longer his to make.

She knew nobody had ever escaped her grip, and soon he would know too. In just a few seconds, she would grab him by the collar drag him into the darkness.

How long is five minutes? A scientist would say that five minutes is 2,757,789,531,000 periods of radiation of a cesium 133 atom. But what is five minutes to the person experiencing it? A wise man once told me that five minutes with your hands on a beautiful woman was only a few seconds, but five minutes with your hand on a hot oven was hours.

I am experiencing the hours, while my love is experience the seconds. It has been an eternity since she stepped into the time vortex. Neither of us knew if it would work, but I couldn’t stop her from trying it. For her, the journey to the very near future would be instantaneous. Would be, that is, if the portal worked and didn’t kill her.

I still have 30 seconds left until I know if my love is alive. It might as well be 30 years.

I was scheduled to take my Driver’s License test again today at 9:45 AM. I was leaving the house in the van, which is much easier to maneuver than the Grand Prix, and remembered that my permit was in the Grand Prix. My step dad took the Grand Prix to work. I had to reschedule the exam, again. The next opening wasn’t until next Friday at 3:30 PM. I’m so angry. It has taken me way longer than I expected to get my license. All I want right now is to be able to drive, and to have a job. I can’t have a job without being able to drive, and I can’t drive without a license. So I’m stuck at home trying to find something to do with my time until I can finally have some freedom.