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|Friday, January 18th, 2008|
|It's a small world, after all
This morning I woke up with "It's a small world" stuck in my head...
and it reminded me of my childhood.
Going to Disney world with my family. Riding the rides, enjoying the kid catered to craziness of it all.
Until the "Small world" ride. I found "It's a small world" to be nightmarish... Frightening animatronic children singing, like so many little zombies. Trapped for (and I looked this up) 15 minutes while that song drones on, over and over.
One could imagine those little colorful zombies coming to life and noshing on the brains of the riders.
I don't remember how old I was at that point. Maybe 12 or so...
But it was at that moment, that I decided that if I were ever to kill myself, I'd do it in that attraction, with a shotgun blast to the head.
I suppose I was kinda weird as a kid.
|Tuesday, July 24th, 2007|
I've invented a new additive for my coffee.
It's called 1 whole.
|Tuesday, May 29th, 2007|
|Adam is an idiot v2.0
My time was about 2:03, which I feel is great for a first-timer.
I'm pretty sure I can shave time off the swim (20 minutes) and off
my transition area time, my first transition from swim -> bike was about 5 minutes!
I needed to recoup my energy a bit though, the swim took a lot out of me.http://picasaweb.google.com/adamamesh/MtGretnaGotTheNerveTriathlon
Silly me is doing another one of these on June 23rd. Yes. my birthday.
|Thursday, December 14th, 2006|
|Oh man, I always do so badly on these quizzes. Look!
The "Internet quiz""You are a dork who spends far too much time on the internet. I know these quizzes are supposed to say something
that makes you feel good about yourself, but really dude, you suck. I mean, why don't you go for a walk or a run,
or do something more interesting and worthwhile than sitting on your slowly-spreading-ass, receiving a monitor-tan,
and answering dumb quizzes, that some other bored schmuck who is only slightly-more creative than you are
I mean honestly, you actually make me a little sick.. Look at that complexion!? Who wants to look at that?
Thank GOD you don't have a webcam...
Are you still here reading this? Didn't I tell you to go the fuck outside and do something? Ok, I revise the quiz...
Blah Blah Blah, you are the spirit of the great wolf dragon father earth mother of the indian spirit,
and I expect great things from you... No, No, I just can't do it... I can't even do it convincingly without
cracking myself up... STOP READING THIS AND GO OUTSIDE!!!
Oh christ. Look buddy, just go drown yourself in the tub. It'll be easier on us all. Mmkay?"Wow! That's the last time I take one of those quizzes....
|Tuesday, September 19th, 2006|
|Wednesday, July 12th, 2006|
|Spinning and spinning and spinning
So last night I took a spinning class.
For anyone who doesn't know what this is, you get on
old-style exercise bikes, a roomfull of people, with an instructor
at the front. The instructor blasts music, varying the beat,
as he tells you what to do...
Turn up the resistance.
Stand on the pedals
Sit on the seat.
Sometimes in very quick sequence...
I went and thought, "this'll be easy, I've gotten in pretty good shape."
So we start out. And we're going. Sprint. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Sprint. more resistance. repeat.
we do this for quite some time.
I can now say with some degree of certainty, that while all this was going on
I died for a few minutes. Current Mood: amused
|Monday, June 26th, 2006|
Some days at work I don't get anything done. And I feel bad about it.
But today I had a mini-revelation, an "Epiphinette", as Damian says.
It goes a little something like this...
If I sit here at work, simply being non-productive,
By comparison, I'm still more productive by leaps and bounds, than my
co-workers, who are actively counter-productive.
q.e.d. Current Mood: chipper
Success. No emergency room, no one freaking out... It was wonderful and relaxing... I hid in the woods. And hiked... And talked to bears.
Before the Civil War, the area was known as the "Shades of Death" because the entire area was covered with a dense growth of virgin white pine, hemlock, and secondary species of oak and maple. Current Mood: cheerful
|Thursday, June 8th, 2006|
Of monday night drinking. Current Mood: devious
|Monday, May 29th, 2006|
The cats and I were hunkered down behind the couch, eating the last of the IAMs (tm) cat food,
hoping that the dust bunnies would break off their assault.
Suddenly they launched a fresh volley in our direction, but Tessa was able to counter by jumping on the vacuum's power switch.
This only bought us moments, however, the IAMs began to run out, and the cats and I began to eye each other up, planning for our survival. One at a time, I tried to decide who would make the best meal, while they eyed me up hungrily...
Suddenly, the front door opened with a bang, and there stood tiffany, holding aloft the mighty dyson. With one practiced flip of the wrist, she fired up the mighty yellow machine.
In a flash, she had sent all the bunnies back to the hell from which
my hero. Current Mood: chipper
|Sunday, April 30th, 2006|
in my minds eye i look like peter murphy. well, if peter murphy had floppy blond hair and a bigger nose. Current Mood: amused
|Friday, April 28th, 2006|
|that #(*$&ing dog
Tried to keep me up last night again.
More creative this time... He actually came halfway through the wall.
Literally. But not as you would expect. It's not like even a very big dog can
get through the layers of plaster between the buildings.
No, it happened rather gradually. First the were a scratching, and then a slight snuffling sound.
All of the sudden, the wall began to darken in a way that looked very much like a dogs nose.
Over the next 15 minutes, he just... well. slid through the wall. No other way to describe it...
Needless to say, it was a strange experience...
The cats and I had to camp out in the southeast corner of the bed, under the blankets.
Fortunately for us, as I said, he was only able to come halfway through. He wasn't truly
able to bark either he just sort of worked his jaws, making this sick gasping/wheezing sound.
That was enough though, enough to keep me and the cats up until 4am, camped, as I believe I mentioned,
in the southeast corner of the bed. Wheeze, gasp gasp, wheeze, gasp...
Around 4, I decided I really needed to sleep. So I took a dirty sock and stuffed it, *wedged* it even,
into his mouth...
That shut him up. Current Mood: bouncy
|Thursday, April 27th, 2006|
I've found Hell, yet I keep going back....
The infernal machines bang and clang and rend my muscles...
The cells rebuild.
ouchie. Current Mood: cheerful
|Monday, April 24th, 2006|
|Friday, April 21st, 2006|
|Phew. Not Satan
Well, I listened to the dog last night again.
It turns out it's not Satan's voice at all!
It's just Belial. What a relief.
Belial was right about the toilet paper though.
|Thursday, April 20th, 2006|
I tried to practice scales on the guitar last night, but
I kept hearing Satan's voice in my neighbors dog
Also, I'm almost out of toilet paper.
|Friday, September 10th, 2004|
I ate some tootsie rolls. I also drank coffee.
I think I might eat lunch, but who can tell. Current Mood: listless