I found a community. Looks like extremely low traffic. Damn their addiction to IRC.

I found an evil test.

How evil are you?

I found that I am good at winging chili recipies.

I found a spiritual version of trickle-down economics. I found that this is giggle-inducing.

I found a new email from in my inbox. I found amusement once again, that I’m friends with so many of her ex-flings/boyfriends.

I found annoyance at form-letters from my governmental representatives that ignore half of my points.

I found that mutt open in a terminal window in OS X 10.2 is pleasantly clashing.

“The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose… The wind was not a beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.” – The Wheel of Time novel series, by Robert Jordan

On a completely different note, I sent this in an email today:

Order of Drache, Guardian
Order of Drache, Healer

Yay, vague!

My parents got me a “chili kit” for Christmas. This included hot sauce, chili powder, oyster crackers, and two “Hot! Chili”” crocks with handles. Since I have hamburger and some canned stewed tomatoes, I decided tonight might be a good night to break out the chili.

Each piece of the set was glued to the plastic in the back of the box. Even the oyster crackers. And the seasoning. The seasoning packet was not as strong as the glue. The seasoning packet exploded when I pulled on it. Yup. Straight out of a Swedish Chef scene. Only replace the cheerful “bork, bork, bork!” with “FUCK!”.

I was able to salvage most of the powder, and piece together the recipe from the torn bits of package. The glue was placed RIGHT on the directions on the packet. I don’t have all the ingredients, but when has that stopped me before? Hee hee! If I’m going to get streaked with orange powder, I sure as hell am going to make that chili.

Post-unfolding. I feel powerful. I feel that my priorities are my own and are finally, finally, finally in the order that I want them in.

In another note, I keep dreaming of being part of the Seanchan Empire in different positions (da’covale, soldier, raken rider, etc). That’s three nights of no stomach pain and three nights of vivid dreams. That I remember. In a row. With that whole opening up to myself thing stuck in the middle. How much is related to finally starting Crossroads of Twilight today and how much is related to spiritual growth?

I rocked out on catching up on reading for my class yesterday. Today, I finish the rocking out.

Off to TDC to look for jobs I might not despise.

Yoinked from and .

This is how I feel about the war, pretty well summed up.

I’m going to be ready for class today. Simple, really.

I contacted the IS director for GarbCo/7-Eleven. Second interviews have not been held yet, and I’m still on the list. The Saginaw job is still a possibility.

I’ve shaved, and I’m going to trim my goatee and brush my teeth.

Accomplishment is the word of the day.

When I go out to do some writing for my novel, I need to either:
A) Bring headphones and have music playing, or
B) Not invite five other people.

Something in my head unfolded last night, and I saw my face. Not the face here, and not the face way out there, but the face in the next place.

I can’t believe the sheer number of songs I have with Macy Gray in them, even though she’s not the stated artist.

To and , this line from the MGDL movie pretty much sums things up: “Get busy livin’, or get busy dyin’.”