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I noticed that very few of my friends are friends of Robont, so for the few of you that are, sorry to be redundant.

Billiam is infamous on LJ, and he “died” back in January as I recall. He’s alive again, and posting the usual hilariously bad shit. But, he is somewhat famous outside of LJ now. Yahoo Internet Life has an article about his first incarnation, before he was unmasked. I find him less entertaining now that I know for sure that he is a joke. The ambivalence before was kind of cool. Most times, I assumed he was a huge fiction, just playing with people. Other times, he seemed almost real. Now that we all know he’s a character, does that diminish the interest his posts hold? Does he no longer have hordes of nubile women sending him boobshots? These are the important questions of our time.
current_mood: contemplative

For those who don’t routinely read Puglover‘s journal, check out this entry if you are in a relationship.
current_mood: cynical

Home. Finally.

Let’s see how the next couple weeks go,I may completely lose my mind yet.
current_mood: frustrated

I’m tired. Can’t wait to get home, warm bed, someone to share it with, more than 5 sets of clothing…

Too bad we’re entertaining the moment I return home. Could use some lovin’ about now too.
current_music: Air Conditioner and Generator hum
current_mood: optimistic

Continued from here…

OK, since that time, I’ve watched every other worker from Arizona go home. I’m here alone, except for the old man that can’t leave until I do, and he’s the one with the car.

The system is still not legally allowed to be turned on, a week after it was scheduled and two weeks after I got here. I’m supposed to leave on Friday, and the system is expected to be working on Thursday. That’s it, only one day. Much confidence that it will work the first time, I guess. There’s no second chance.

Meanwhile, I’m going to the test site every day, sitting in an air-conditioned tent. The tent is so cold I was shivering today. I need a sweater or something, and it’s 90 degrees outside. Bizarre life…
current_music: Rick Springfield – I’ve Done Everything For You
current_mood: annoyed

It occurs to me, as I see all the “Father’s Day” signs about, that the day has not meant anything to me since the late 80s. This year is the last Father’s Day before I’m legally a father. Weird, huh?
current_mood: contemplative

I’ll try not to make fun of the “but it’s a dry heat” nonsense in Arizona ever again.

Today in Tampa – 85 F, 78% humidity, and no wind at all. Like a steam bath…

Good thing this tent is air conditioned. Never had A/C in my tents when I was in the army…

The sun fades into the sea
The fire on the water
Weaker than that in my heart

The depth of the sea
Contrasts poorly with my love

I drink of your lips
No wine can compare

We fade together

Yes, it’s an original work, no matter how derivative and simple it is, complete free verse…
current_mood: artistic

Say not the struggle naught availeth,
The labor and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e’en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here, no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.
current_mood: devious

At the age of 25, Salvador Dali met Gala Eluard. She left her husband and 3-year old child for Dali, and became his muse, lover, and chief inspiration.

Damn, art makes people crazy.

Just got back from the Dali Museum a little while ago. You would think, considering how famous it is, that the Persistence of Memory would be a large canvas, but it’s only about 10 inches wide. On the other hand, the Hallucinogenic Toreador, a painting I’d never heard of before, was 15 feet tall and absolutely gorgeous. My new favorite Dali, far outstripping the Disintegration of Persistence of Memory even. Wow, what a great gallery. Anyone who hits Tampa or St. Petersburg needs to go there, it’s fantastic. And, I got me a new t-shirt there too. 🙂
current_mood: awed

Last Tuesday, they told me to head to Florida on Sunday. On Friday, they told me that my part of this trip wasn’t actually scheduled until the middle of the second week of the test, but I had to go for the first day anyhow. On Monday, between joking about the broken equipment, they told me that I was the only one who knew what I was doing, and I barely know myself. On Tuesday, while watching the green suiters gibber at the broken satellite dish, they told me that my part of the test may not happen at all, but nobody can actually make the call that will allow me to go home now rather than after a long weekend alone in Florida.

Anyone in Tampa? Anyone? Beuller?
current_mood: cranky

Talking with a social worker, preparing for my eventual adoption of the adorable Alex, the woman asks us to describe our personalities. I have always hated being put on the spot by such off-the-wall questions, much like Barbara Walters asking what kind of tree one might be. Here’s how I wanted to answer, but figured would freak her out:

I’m an artist, author, poet, music aficionado, literati, intellectual, sarcastic and cynical observer of the human condition. I’m a lover, a husband, a father. I’m a liberal libertarian who questions everything and believes nothing. I think the worst of the deadly sins is sloth.

Never say what you want to say, instead stick with the simple and safe statements they want to hear. 🙂

Quote of the night: Love is not kind or honest, and does not contribute to happiness in any reliable way. – Alice Munro
current_music: Barenaked Ladies – Falling for the First Time
current_mood: pensive

Buy this for me! July 19, my birthday.

Why I’m suddenly remembering a few of my dreams, when I haven’t remembered any for years, I don’t know…

In this one, the Jackal (LAN security Nazi from work) called me at home, from his home, to harass me in cryptic fashion about something, and I couldn’t figure out what it was. He made nonsensical statements, and of course ended them with, “it will go no further” which has been proven to be an untruth at work.

Very surreal…

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith ‘a whole I planned,
Youth shows but half: trust God: see all nor be afraid!

Daddy, more milk – I’m a piggy.

That monsters turned off that radio.
current_mood: amused

Had about 45 minutes of work to do today, followed by some annoyance by the LAN Nazis. Home was much better.

• Alex was as close to an angel as he’ll ever be. Got the trees watered, as well as the garden, even emptied some of the scummy water out of the pool-thing. Did the dishes, much to the delight of the woman, no doubt.
• Melissa Etheridge unreleased live stuff being downloaded from Usenet. Some narcoleptic psychotic cow stole my then-complete Melissa Etheridge collection a couple years ago. Still remember the unknown Ms. E in high school, staying up late to listen to the Mighty MET in the city of Lost Angels…
• Great episode of Boston Public. An entire episode about a high school taking place without getting near the school – pretty cool.
• New Utne Reader – some cool articles read while listening to J. Ralph.
• Had to do ironing, which isn’t good, but is necessary. While ironing, my mind wanders a bit as it is wont to do, even without a bottle of Black Dog Ale affecting it. Remembered a statement of philosophy I made 2 years ago, about the Risk to Reward ratio. I feel so witty.

My eyes are gummy, J. Ralph is almost over, and the iron has cooled enough to put it away. G’night, LJ-land, wherever you are.

current_music: J. Ralph – Music to Mauzner By
current_mood: satisfied

Just had a random thought (there was a line of C’s in my game of Big Money) –

How many people below the age of 27 know what the initials CCCP represent?
current_music: Prince and Chuck D. – Undisputed
current_mood: curious

The guy at the far end of the building is talking so loud I can hear every single word. I’m convinced that he is incapable of using an “inside voice” such as we are trying to instill in our son. It seems more acceptable for a 2-year old to be obnoxiously loud than for a 40-year old.

This guy and one other at work (one of my 8 bosses) talk so loud that I can’t stand to be in an enclosed space with them. It’s like an audio assault every time I have to hold a conversation with these bozos.
current_music: Prince – Peach