Thoughts from Class

Sudafed is once again fogging my brain. I didn’t notice it until I had to interact with people. and . came over gleeful and child-like with the warm and sunny weather.

My serious and zoned behavior might have brought them down from their natural high, but I hope not. But then again, I hope they actually went to class.

Psychopomp. My professor just used that word. What a goddamn diggity word. Silly Phra Malai and his jumping and flying to the heavens and hells. Silly psychopomp.

Some people here have a difficulty with grasping a circular timeline.

Thoughts from Theio’s

They have Theio’s branded matchbooks now. At least these aren’t misspelled, like the coffeehouse menus were when they first came out. is sleeping in the booth across from us after smoking a cigarette which had been lit by one of the aforementioned matches.

The desired noisy environment has been achieved, but the quiet mind has not. Reading homework helped. Writing a letter to helped. Writing this is helping. Writing in my book is the goal here. Making some sort of headway. Getting in a groove. Well here goes nothing.

I’m caught up on homework. I think I’m going to go to Theio’s after class today. Looks like Friday’s game is cancelled, so I may end up clubbing at the goth night at Paradise after all. It’s been quite a long time.

I should have time and opportunity to focus creativity. A quiet mind and noisy atmosphere should serve that well.

Friday’s appointment was amazing. Two hours of ripping and re-installing software that the Dell phone support people had totally b0rked. Norton Antivirus. Printer drivers. Logitech webcam drivers and software. All working. He wanted me to stick around while the new virus definitons downloaded over AOL dialup. We installed his brand new Kodak digital camera and one-touch photo transfer base. Taught him how to print, how to email photos from the webcam and from the digital camera. I charged him for the two hours of service, and he expected me to re-charge him for two hours of training ON TOP of that. Well, I didn’t, and he considered it “money well spent”. He insisted on having two copies of my business card so that he could give one to his sister, who just got a brand new computer. AND, he’s going to have me come back to train his wife on all the stuff I trained him on.

I was so geeked that when I came out of the appointment, I called immediately and told him “If I could do this for the rest of my life, I’d be one happy fat man.” Cloud nine didn’t begin to describe it.

That day, I’d sent an email to my mother and father about the business. I’m not going to duplicate my father’s email, but I will say that its negativity sapped every ounce of enthusiasm that I’d gotten from the appointment. I understand his concerns and where he’s getting his concerns from, but I’d hoped for at least an ounce of encouragement. Well, if I have to do this without him, I will. I have plenty of support from those around me.

And I WILL do this.

UPDATE: I re-read my father’s email, and there was one sentance of encouragement amongst three pages of concerns. I’ve sent him a response, and hopefully he understands where I’m coming from. I’ve got my fingers crossed.

So, despite no longer working during the day, I somehow feel overbooked. Old friends coming back, new friends and current friends demanding/deserving time, a desire to spend time with local recent friends that I feel that I’ve neglected…. and then there’s the personal growth/determination/spiritual advancement and such things. Messy.

Despite this, I found time to clean today before I hosted my tabletop Mage game. Vacuumed. Got a lot of the dust bunnies from the kitchen floor up. Straightened a shitload of stuff. Cleaned the bathroom sink (It was demonic). All I had to sacrifice was eating. Heh. It was after five when I ate for the first time today. Dew can only substitute so much.

I’m upset with my father again. And at the same time, I’m planning on cashing in on an x-mas gift of a new exhaust system for my car. Yay for mutually exclusive dichotomies in behavior. (I felt a desire to insert a “u” in that last word.) He needs to come and pick up his printer, and he’s going to want to talk about how I’m going to screw up GND. He always said I could do anything I can put my mind to…. how is his lack of support so demoralizing after such a successful first appointment on Friday? His opinion means so much, I wonder how I call myself an adult sometimes.

And then there is , who is at this very moment distracting me beautifully by lightly rubbing my noggin. Dear gods, what would I do without her…

Interest in friends, gaming, and spirituality are up. Interest in clubbing is down.

Okay, there’s Rant Radio. That has the Sean Kennedy Show and the Tales from the Afternow multiple times a week. Then there’s SKTFM TV, which has eight episodes. The newest seems to have been released sometime in 2002. THEN, there’s the book(s) based in the AfterNow setting. This project is called.. goddamnit, I can’t find the link. , some help here?