This recently-amended law is simply retarded.

Sorry to and , but I totally wasn’t in the mood for hanging out and drinking after game last night.

There’s also a law banning VPN technology. I find this amusing, because the State of Michigan uses VPN technology. It’s here, and the SlashDot article is here. Just amazing.

Dad hired us to work on my grandmother’s machine. Monitor had shorted and was creating the nasty smell that goes along with that. So we got her a new monitor. But it was our second job. And it went as well as the first. Meeting on Tuesday at 9 PM.

More thoughts are in my head, and I’m hoping to get them down later. :)

Did some writing and cleaning up of Word X’s little manipulation of my novel files. Listened to the Sean Kennedy show. Listened to Tales from the Afternow. 11th episode. Holy shit. Either SK is a brilliant writer, or his psychosis patterns practically mirror mine. I’m guessing that it’s a little bit from column A and a little bit from column B. Added some hand-written scenes to Chapter 4 and puzzled them together. Herod and Nemesis’ minds are going to be explored a little bit this chapter. So are the new rules of the universe. Okay, enough teasing. Goodnight.

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.