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I've been getting more and more depressed each day for the last four days (making today the fifth and worst day of depression), and it's really been fucking me up. I haven't been able to get anything accomplished; I've been irritable; I've been sad and weepy; I've been massively negatively introspective; and I've been sick of even getting out of bed, let alone doing anything else. Today was the culmination of days worth of building depression, and it made for a bad day in a lot of ways. I headed out for Toledo early this afternoon, determined to get things done and see things and people I've wanted to see. I drove the hour to Toledo thinking, which didn't help my depression any, and then quickly wrapped up my errands around town. Then I went on a drive to see how things have progressed in: the construction of the new I-280 bridge; the improvements to my old abode, the Collingwood Arts Center; and the the construction of the new Glass Pavilionof the Toledo Museum of Art. It was interesting to see that things have moved forward, but I was disappointed to see that there was so little progress on each project since I had last seen them. Maybe I expect too much, and maybe my depressed state of mind simply couldn't view these things in a positive light, but seeing them crawling along just seemed sad. From there I headed to the Westfield Franklin Park Mall, which just recently opened it's expansion and completed its mall-wide remodel. On the way I noticed a number of buildings have been repainted here and there. The effect of a clean, even new coloring was great in each case, but the color was invariably brown. Brown? Is brown the new black? It was usually a light brown, like a muddy tan color, and, like I said, it was nice to see the fresh coat of paint, but brown was hardly a choice I would have made for any of these buildings. It was just drab - and this from me, who prefers earth tones above just about anything else. Anyhow, many buildings were cleaned up or quite new as I drove to the mall, and that was nice to see, suggesting that things are improving in Toledo. The new changes to the mall were clearly examples that things were at least going well at Franklin Park. Outside things looked better all around the mall (except what used to be the old grand entrance but has been remade in an ugly fashion), and the addition of new parking decks and a completely repaved and remade parking lot around the whole mall made things outside seem like the whole mall was brand new. Inside seemed brand new in many ways as well. The changes, even in the older sections, were significant. The mall is attractive and airy and bright, but it has followed the same trend that has been building in Franklin Park for years, the snobbish elimination of "common" stores in favor of up-scale stores wherever you turn. In fact it is so bad now that the mall no longer feels like Franklin Park and seems like some different, much more pretentious mall where people go to show off rather than shop for anything they really need. It was sad, really, a display of all of the worst aspects of capitalism and vanity, and it's a damn shame. Franklin Park once was like the perfect mall in my mind, but that has now completely faded. The most significant thing about my visit to the mall was both the best and the worst part of my day. There were all sorts of totally cute and huggable guys all over the place, looking fantastic, and while it was wonderful to watch them and silently drool, it was terribly depressing as well - maybe moreso. Looking at them just emphasized that I'm alone and that I can't ever hope to be attractive enough or funny enough or charming enough to win over anybody that has such good looks and confidence and composure. Looking at those guys really brought me down, sinking me to the lowest point I'd been all week, and I got myself out of there very quickly. I drove around a little more and checked things out in the area. I stopped into Media Play and found that there's a new book out by Gregory Maguire, one of my favorite contemporary authors, and I couldn't resist buying it for some good entertainment later (this one is called Mirror, Mirror, and it retells the "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves" story with a twist - it looks good). I checked things out at a couple other places and had some dinner, again having too much time to just sit and think, and at 6 PM I made my way to meet up with Steve and Mark and their gaming group. Steve had invited me to join the group a while ago, and considering he is reviving a fantasy role-playing campaign we had played about seven years ago (which stopped abruptly at the time), I was interested to get involved. I had been questioning myself all day about whether it was fair for me to go to the game being so depressed, and I considered backing out a number of times, but in the end it was great that I went. From the moment I walked through the door Mark was joking around with me and making me feel welcome and happy, and as the game progressed I just felt better and better. Part of the time was spent getting me up to speed on things and the rest of the time was slow progress into a magician's tower with a lot of role-playing and very little combat. It was great fun, though, and I'm energized to continue being part of the group, even if it means driving to Toledo each week to do so. It's relaxing, and it spurs my imagination like nothing else. And while I'm not completely out of my depression, I've come a long way toward breaking free of this round of sadness. Steve and I talked for an hour and a half after everyone else left, a bit about the game but mostly about politics. It was good to have some good conversation, too, and Steve always makes me think. By the time I left well after Midnight I was feeling very glad I didn't back out of the game. It was very rewarding, and hopefully will have the same effect on me in the future. That would be a huge plus.
Being alive sucks. Why does it have to just keep going like this anyhow? It just keeps sucking or gets worse, and I'm tired of the effort it takes. So very tired. Posted at 10:47 PM
Imagine you with firm, tight abs in thirty days. Imagine whatever you want. Reality is a different matter. Posted at 2:38 AM
Who's a cheeky monkey? Posted at 11:13 PM
I reached my tolerance level for dust, dirt, filth, hard labor, frustration, and drudgery today. I've been driving myself for three weeks now, and I had to break sooner or later. I ran my grandma around on errands, shopped for groceries, and worked on building a database of all of my CDs, records, tapes, Videos, DVDs, and computer programs in the Delicious Library, a beautiful little piece of software from Delicious Monster Software. As much as I appreciate Delicious Library and love the easy input systems they've created, it still is a tedious process and requires a lot of work to get it going - more work than I'd expected, honestly. I can live with more work considering the end result is worth it - but just not today. So I played a little Civilization III, got bored with that quickly, and switched to playing Rise of Nations until about Midnight (I ruled - literally). I'm much more at ease now, although I am tired. I may give tomorrow over to rest and relaxation, too, because I'm honestly burnt out and need a break if I'm not going to hate every minute of working later on the things that need to get done. "All work and no play," you know. Anyhow, that's it for me today. A man can only take so much.
It's funny because it's true.
Posted at 10:24 PM
And the insanity goes on ... Drinking in this country - alcoholic drinking - is massively out of control, but it is completely socially acceptable and is invariably seen as an excuse for intolerable behavior. See that guy fall off his chair? That's okay, he's drunk. See that guy tell the whole bar how he loves them all? That's okay, he's drunk. See that guy who gets in a bar fight? That's not his fault, he's just drunk. See that guy beat his wife? That's not him being abusive, he's just drunk. See that guy raping his daughter? He doesn't know what he's doing, he's just drunk. See that guy kill his best friend in his car? He shouldn't be held accountable, he's just drunk. You might say I'm just exaggerating, but I'm not. You might say I'm making a big deal of this, and I am. Somebody has to. Marijuana and other drugs are illegal yet all forms of alcohol continue to remain readily available. The people of this nation by and large have a huge drinking problem, and we have alcoholics and binge drinkers and drunk drivers here more than in just about any other country. Yet alcohol is never looked down upon, and alcoholics or drunks are rarely held accountable for their actions (or at least they're rarely given more than a slap on the wrist for what they do). These people aren't funny, they aren't "only hurting themselves and no one else", they are a menace. Alcohol is the reason here, but the victim is not the drunk; the victim is the victim of the drunk. Both the alcohol and the drunk need to be held accountable, and in the larger forum alcohol needs to be seen as the destructive agent that it is, a drug that causes more harm to society than all other drugs combined. The U.S. needs to face this problem and deal with it, not just pass it off as insignificant as they always do. I am absolutely sick of this same simple dismissal of the destructiveness of alcohol. Get a clue, Americans. You're just setting yourself up to be the next victim.
What kind of an idiot washes windows in the rain? Uh ... do I have to answer that one? Posted at 12:01 AM
Season finalies, boy I tell you. They sure are a mixed bag. Jack and Bobby's close was amazing, and I'm very sad that the show has been cancelled. It was incredibly well written and wonderfully acted, and it had a very fresh approach to storytelling that was a nice change from other tv offerings. The Smallville finale was even more amazing and had an incredible cliffhanger. Next season will clearly see a massive shift in the way this story is told, both due to the end of Clark's time in high school and due to the revelations faced by virtually the entire cast. Tonight, the 7th Heaven finale was such dopey drama that I once again wonder why I still watch that show. It's not even because David Gallagher is so cute because he's looked almost creepy for this whole past season with his nearly-shaved head shorn of those beautiful golden locks. The Everwood finale, also tonight, was much better and consisting of much less dopey drama than I had expected (there was still huge amounts of drama, but it was done very well and restores my admiration of the writing in this show). I have taped the last two hours of 24 and will be watching that in a few minutes, and I expect that it will close out a whirlwind of action and suspense, just like every season of 24 has done - this show is really some of the best tv around, and that's high praise from me because I usually don't like cop shows or action dramas at all). Those are the only season finales that I've watched. I really don't watch a whole lot of tv, and I'm pretty selective about what I do watch in general. Doctor Who isn't even up to mid-season yet, and Stargate SG-1 and Stargate: Atlantis will be back with new seasons starting in July (along with new Battlestar Galactica, but that show became so much of a soap opera and so little of a sci-fi show that I have no intention of wasting my time with it when the new season starts up. How the writers could have fucked that show up and made it so incredibly boring os beyond me). Anyhow, with tonight's season finales I'll be in tv limbo for about another month and a half. Only Doctor Who will have new episodes during that time. Maybe that means I'll get more stuff done since there won't be primetime shows to watch. Maybe. I won't count on that. It's been a mixed bag though, to be sure. Some great, some really crappy, and some great stuff that got cancelled. Go figure. Posted at 10:14 PM
After a whole day of being tired, stiff, and thirsty, I think I'm finally just about recovered from yesterday's garage sale activities. I got some work done in my continuing project to update and organize my computer (something I'll discuss in greater detail in a few days, when the first phase of the project should be done), but mostly I napped and dragged myself around all day. I think I may have had a mild case of heat prostration or something, actually. I'm better now, though. But I'm ready for a solid night of sleep again, even with my naps. Am I getting old or what? Posted at 1:31 AM
Today was the neighborhood garage sale, a one-day, 9 to whenever affair that involved about a dozen of the families on our block. As is typical for any garage sale, people began to arrive a few hours before the sale is listed as starting, that meaning that as I was pulling things out at 7AM there were people trying to look over everything while it was still in my hands. This became sort of the routine for the better part of the day considering I hadn't priced any of the items in the huge pile of things I'd had in the basement. I would run downstairs, grab a bundle of goods or a box of stuff, take them outside, take care of whomever was waiting from while I was briefly downstairs, then price the stuff I'd brought up and set it around on the motley assemblage of make-shift tables I'd created. Then I'd do the whole process again. I kept doing this until about 3 PM, believe it or not, and as a result I managed to price most (although not all) of thee stuff I had set aside to sell. There is much of the stuff, obviously, that didn't even come out of the house until many of the shoppers had been and gone, so there is still a lot to be sold. Also, there's all sorts of stuff I wanted to put together that wasn't in the "pile" I'd developed in the basement. There's stuff here and there throughout the house that I intended to sell but hadn't had the time to gather or clean or price. Those things will join the stuff that was left when we gave up today at 5PM or so. Yes, that means I'll be doing this again soon. In fact, I chatted with various neighbors, and most all of them were interested in hauling things out again in two weeks (which is when I had suggested). This next time will be a Friday through Sunday deal, not just a one-day run, so it will hopefully see even more stuff purchased and hauled away. There is a huge dent out of what I had gathered, though. More than a dent even - more like maybe half of the overall physical volume of stuff that was out was sold. I made $336 for my less than ten hours of work today, so I'm pleased. I'd hoped for more, but $300 bucks for a single day of a garage sale is nothing to complain about. Hopefully I'd do as well or even a bit better cash-wise in the next sale, but we'll just have to wait and see. There's all sorts of stuff that still needs to go, and now that I've priced this main base of stuff, I shouldn't have a huge problem sorting out the new stuff to add. Plus I have two weeks to sort things out. That should give me a good deal of breathing space considering I only had two weeks since classes ended and I've done a whole bunch of stuff with the yard and the house and my grandma and my computer and stuff in addition to sorting out some of this a garage sale stuff. In fact the next two weeks should be a piece of cake compared to the frenzied day-to-day rushes of the past two weeks. For now, my achy body is liking the idea of sleep. I was up at 5AM this morning, and I spent all day on my feet and running around madly. I'm quite ready to collapse, thank you. Posted at 11:29 PM
Regardless of the fact that I got a lot done today, none of what I completed was what I intended and needed to complete - notably the garage sale stuff was not prepared, meaning that I have next to nothing ready for tomorrow. That and a few immensely unexpected, frustrating, and time consuming fiascos (contributing to me not eating dinner until 10 PM) have given me a huge headache, major neck tension, and a near ulcerous stomach. This was the one amusing, happy respite from my otherwise crappy day. Posted at 10:34 PM
The garage sale is still two days away and already I want to kill myself rather than suffer through any more of this nightmare. As much as I need to get rid of stuff and desperately need to make money, running a garage sale is (and always has been) more torturous than just about anything else. Worst of all I suspect that the end results of all of this will be far less than worthwhile. Hopefully my cynical expectations will be proved incredibly wrong. Posted at 11:49 PM
You are so lucky. You don't have my life. Appreciate your good fortune. Posted at 11:33 PM
So far this summer I've been running from one job/task/endeavor to the next in almost a frenzy, trying to get all sorts of stuff done and filling my days with work and weariness rather than a welcomed break after a harsh semester of classes. Even now, over a week and a half after exam week finished, I'm finding myself constantly on the move trying to get things done. In theory this will all pay of by the end of the month or maybe the middle of June - by then I'll have (hopefully) just about everything done that needs to be done this summer, leaving me the rest of the summer for my two big projects: grad school apps and essays and the stories I'll be heavily revising for my Senior Thesis (and also for my grad school writing samples). Part of me is happy to see so much getting accomplished, but part of me wants to rest and relax. I'm fighting the urge to relax, but I'm certainly hoping the next week or two will indeed see things largely wrapped up. That would be wonderfully accepted. For now I'm tired, and it's no real surprise. Sleep will come easily tonight. Posted at 11:55 PM
I've had a very shitty last four days (where seemingly everything has gone wrong), but today seems to be breaking the cycle a bit. In just today I have seen the updating of the landscaping in the yard completed; I've arranged for the house to be extensively cleaned (on the outside) on Thursday; I've finalized a good estimate for painting projects that will fix up the few ailing aspects of the outside of the house; I've found and purchased hard-to-locate replacement blades for a rechargeable hard grass trimmer that I use to trim the edges of the lawn; I've had the A/C system checked and cleaned for the coming season; I got my grandma to finally go back to the YMCA for some exercise and socialization; I also got her to a massage therapy appointment to looser her up; I found a way to stop the rabbits in the neighborhood from eating my plants (tobasco sauce, strangely enough) and I've put the sauce into effect; I've washed laundry; and I got a number of small tasks done as well. Most importantly, though, I made some serious headway in getting my computer update to flow more smoothly and progress nicely. Yesterday I started updating my Powerbook to the new version of Apple's Mac OS X - Tiger. I went for a completely clean install, and while the installation process itself went quickly and flawlessly, I had a little trouble using files on some of the new apps. The problem for the most part was indirectly mine - my backup files on two of my three backup sources were older versions of those files, not up-to-date versions. After figuring that out today and getting things in place, that smoothed out most of the problems. I still have a problem with the address book that is stumping me, but everything other than that has migrated just fine. The new OS is clean and snappy, too, running fast and having a bunch of cool new features. I'm enjoying it quite a bit and I've barely had time to play with all of the new features since I'm trying to get all of the installing and stuff done so that my Powerbook will be fully developed the way I like. Another day (or maybe a bit more) and I should have it all beautifully finished, and then I'll be back to hard labor as I get ready for the neighborhood garage sale (which was cancelled last weekend due to rain). Today has gone a long way toward making me feel less downtrodden by the crap that came down during the last four days. Hopefully this won't be a fleeting thing. I could use all of the positive news and stuff that I can find. Posted at 11:35 PM
Why the hell is it that once a few things turn out bad then everything always has to go wrong without exception? The old adage "When it rains it pours" simply fails to explain the magnitude of all of this. Posted at 12:31 AM
I have been making comparisons for quite a while between Nazi Germany and the Bush administration, and while Bush and Karl Rove have been phenomenally like Hitler and Herman Goering, the comparisons don't stop with their political machinations and their propaganda. Far from it. In fact a huge part of the overall comparison is the change in religious conservatism that led to the rule of fascism in Germany in the 1920s and 1930s and is now leading to ... well, something ugly that we can't really define just yet, although it already looks a lot like fascism. I'm not the only person to see the similarities and make the comparisons, and this recent New York Times essay agrees with my concerns completely.
Posted at 11:41 PM
Good riddance Scott Bakula. Enterprise, the most recent and now last Star Trek series, concluded tonight. I half-watched the two-hour finish while playing on the computer, and I was only barely interested. That was always my response to Enterprise - it was generally boring or stupid. Regardless of the great special effects, the dopey plots, bad writing, and clunky acting made this the worst Trek foray yet. Scott Bakula, whom I've never liked in anything (and whom I absolutely reviled in Quantum Leap, a show I couldn't stand) was typical of the boring/annoying regular cast. I would try to watch the series now and again, but it honestly just drove me away, and this from a hearty Trek fan. More than Scott Bakula the blame for this abominable prequel to all things Trek goes to Rick Berman, the head honcho for all of the Trek series after creator Gene Roddenberry's death. Whereas Roddenberry had an optimistic dreamworld view of a gilded future where humanity became much more compassionate, dynamic, and noble, Berman changed the Trek universe into a place where mankind fell back into its worst aspects - greed, fear, hatred, discrimination, self-righteousness, and a quickness to war. The grand vision of Trek has been sullied and nearly obscured by Berman, and even the vast army of Trekkies wasn't devoted enough to support Berman's most depraved Trek spinoff of all. Enterprise deserves to end, and hopefully Bakula and Berman will quietly disappear somewhere forever. Eventually Trek is sure to return in some new form. After some amount of a break it could very well shake itself of what has made it so bad, possibly offering a new series that deserves acclaim for its vision and spirit. But that would surely be something devoid of Bakula and Berman - and it may be years before it comes to light. For now I simply say good riddance. This is a show that will certainly not be missed. Posted at 2:50 AM
I've gotta go wee. Lawmakers Object to Fake Penis for Drug Tests
Posted at 12:00 AM
Buried within the recent appropriations bill authorizing more cash to support the troops was a small section conveniently kept silent by the Republicans who wrote it and supported it, a provision for a National ID Card. It was, in fact, so obscure and so well secreted that it received no notice or debate at all. None. And that would be bad enough if it weren't such a far-reaching provision. The reality is that it has huge repercussions. Not only will it essentially be a required form of national identification ("Where are your papers. You must have papers1'), but it will require five forms of ID to get one and renew one. It will also make it incredibly difficult for immigrants and those seeking asylum to get such an ID or even citizenship. Of great concern to every state is that the security clearances and technologies required to issue these IDs will cost tens of millions of dollars to set up per state, something every cash-strapped state is unable to bear anytime in the foreseeable future. Arguments made that such an ID will prevent terrorism have been roundly debunked as the propaganda that they are. And of huge concern is the fact that the bill allows the Director of Homeland Security to make decisions that are immune to any judicial review, even by the Supreme Court, even if the decision violates the U.S. Constitution. Does this scare you? It should. This is a dangerous new law that was passed without any debate and, largely, without most of Congress even knowing it was in that bill. There are a lot of people blogging about this and rightly so. A new world is dawning, and it looks like a fascist state.
Posted at 10:06 PM
Oh, my back! Five days of yardwork and all I can say on the positive side is "It's done." That's not entirely true - it does look great and I probably won't have to do a lot of this stuff again all summer. Still, the sunburn, stiff neck, back pain, tiredness, and near-constant thirst hardly seems worth it. Now I get to break my back putting together a garage sale. Joy. Posted at 11:53 PM
You all smell like flowers! Recent studies apparently show that gay men react to the scent of testosterone in similar ways to straight women, proving that there is a clear genetic element to homosexuality. Soon the evidence is going to be overwhelming - homosexuality is a result of genetics.
Posted at 9:23 PM
Mum's the word (so keep quiet about it). I bought flowers and cards (for my mom and grandma, both of whom have been here since late Thursday night), and I fixed a turkey dinner with all the fixings. I've spent the last three days working on the yard, the flowers, and the grass, and hopefully my sunburn, stiff neck, and back pain count for something, too. Mother's Day is something I consider sort of a fake holiday in the first place (in the sense that it was a product of the greeting card industry), but I'm also rather uninspired because I never feel like my mom deserves a day of celebration for her performance at raising me. I accept the holiday, though, and I'm polite and thoughtful. Whoop de doo. Posted at 11:41 PM
... and then Finian asked, "But Mother, teacher says there aren't any such thing as weeds. They're a specific type of plant, just one that you didn't really want." Still sipping her tea, Mother turned a stern eye upon her young ward. "The you shall simply have to pull all of the plants I don't really want - now." Posted at 10:47 PM
Most delightful indeed - a little less fanfare and a lot more chutzpah. After the war ... Posted at 1:20 AM
"Ain't nothin' but a thing." This was something I overheard during a total airhead conversation between two girls today, just before my Vietnam War exam (the last of all of my exams) was to begin. Presumably this was a ridiculous combination of the cliché and moronic phrases "Ain't nuthin'" and "Ain't no thing but a chicken wing," neither of which are remotely brilliant but each of which work for what they're intended. This new version, unfortunately, is a sad affront not only to grammar and the English language but to logic as well. If we clean up the abbreviation, then we have "It is nothing but a thing" which boggles the mind since it can't be no-thing and a-think at the same time. Anyhow, without parsing this any further and making myself seem even more pedantic, let me get to my point. This overheard conversation was one of many completely inane displays of the lack of intelligence in the people in this Vietnam War class. I have wondered for a while how to explain the vast majority of the class not only supporting the war in Iraq but supporting the Vietnam War even in the face of clear evidence as to how stupid it was for us to be there and stay there. I have been constantly upset about this throughout the semester because I have feared that they all were just heartless, compassionless, and warlike, and it has disappointed me beyond measure. Now I realize that they aren't those things (or at least most of them aren't. They're just dumb as rocks and don't know any better. In the end there probably isn't much of a difference, honestly, but I can almost forgive someone for being stupid - there's even hope that you can educate and elevate stupid people to be better than they were when they were completely ignorant. The heartless, compassionless, warlike people are less easy prone to seeing a different (and more sane and logical) point of view. So if they're stupid then at least there's hope. Now we just have to make sure that 'No child is left behind,' because they're coming out of high school phenomenally stupid. Really, really stupid. Somebody smack some sense into these people ... please! But if you don't, well I guess that it ain't nothing but a thing. Posted at 11:00 PM
I wonder if I should start a program for ex-Breeders - you know, people who used to be straight but realized how much that lifestyle was destructive and disgusting and wrong. I could show people how they can be made to be gay so that they won't have to suffer being so sick. Sound like I'm a lunatic? Certainly no more so than the people behind this latest crap.
Posted at 9:39 PM
Weezle woozle. My head hurts from studying. Posted at 7:31 PM
Okay! I've finished my take-home final exam for my World War II history class. I still want to tweak it a bit before submitting it, but I'm pretty satisfied with both of the short papers ... err .. I mean essays. I also got all of my materials and study sheets set up for the other three exams, so that's a big plus. I had hoped to be enough ahead of the game to be do some yard work today, but there just wasn't time. I guess it's not a big deal either considering it rained for the better part of the day. The grass and weeds are all going to be like a jungle by the time I get to them, though, I fear. In other news, I promise that these extremely boring updates of how I'm doing with my schoolwork will end by Friday. I just haven't really had the time or energy to be thoughtful or creative or reflective, and these Journal entries have probably been pretty bland as a result. Give me a few days, and I promise I'll start making reading this damn thing worthwhile for you. Seriously. Posted at 9:51 PM
I am so tired again today it's been hard to get much done. Figures. Just a week to go and it still has to be a struggle every minute. I did have a cool talk with Kristina early in the afternoon, though. We've been playing phone tag for weeks, constantly missing each other, so it was cool to actually be here when she called. We talked for a while and caught each other up on what's going on in our lives. It's a good thing Kristina called or the whole day would have pretty much been a bust. Posted at 11:01 PM
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