My first root canal. Tramadol is a piss-poor substitute for a real opioid.
I admittedly am terrible at regulating the steeping time for my loose leaf tea... Still tastes like blueberries though.
Cut my finger moving a pane of glass today. It is the most extreme older brother of a paper cut you can imagine. My finger will never forgive me.
After attending 3 weekends of music fests (Coachella & Stagecoach), I will have to attend to the laundry and house cleaning this weekend. Dammit.
I just realized that after the last 3 weeks of Coachella and Stagecoach, I can actually leave the premises without having to detour around closed streets and having to time my return home to coincide with the direction traffic will be flowing at the end of the night on Monroe Street! (From about 9pm-2am Monroe became a one way route away from the polo fields... I learned that after making what I thought would be a 10 minute trip down the street to get smokes one night... ended up becoming a 45 minute detour to get back home.)
Its like the Infinite Monkey Theorem, if you put X amount of monkeys in a room with a typewriter and ask them to give you Shakespeare 99% of them will fling their shit at you while the other 1% will masturbate in the corner.
took two showers this week.
cleaned out all my coachella gear last night.
My vaporizer keeps plugging up. By the time it finally unplugs I need to get high big time just to relax me. Ironic isn't it?
I am watching THIS IS SPINAL TAP for the umpteenth time and I still lmfao.
Im hiking up the israel /syria border today.
Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival 10/03 - 10/05/14
Decibel Festival @ Seattle 09/24 - 09/28/14
War on Drugs @ Fillmore 10/05/14
Treasure Island @ Treasure Island 10/18 & 10/19/14
Moodymann @ PW 10/25/14
Death From Above 1979 @ The Independent 11/17/14
I just created an incessantly long password at work I'll have to retype in no less than a dozen times a night. GAH
The NASCAR race will be delayed due to rain.
Not if you don't save it and you're the only person using the computer at the time.
EDIT: i'm assuming the password is to log into online accounts/servers etc and not the computer itself.
I'm eating lunch and waiting to take an online algebra class with my son. I really don't like algebra.
Start new job tomorrow....i'd rather be back in school, 3 1/2 months.
I feel the need to poop.
woke up to a massive, throbbing cold sore. Yippee! Got to hurry and grow a mustache to cover it by picture day on Saturday. Emergency Stash. And have a client appointment this morning and I know they will be looking.
Today I decided to visit a graveyard for the first time in many years. Exactly twenty years ago, my best friend in 3rd grade died in an accident involving a trampoline and a tree rope. I guess he was playing alone and things went wrong in his backyard. He was the class clown and liked doing stunts and goofing off. It was extra shitty because we were fighting over something stupid like a toy prize earlier in the day at school and that was the last memory I had of him. It was Mother's Day around the time of the funeral and to see his mother there looking on was just the worst.
Then some years later, there was a segment on a local show called Evening Magazine in Seattle about a psychic named George Anderson who supposedly had paranormal abilities to talk to the dead (yeah, ok). An example used on the show happened to be of my friend, Trent. The psychic told the mother on TV that Trent mentioned a few names and I was one of them. I don't remember what exactly was said (from the grave), but it was something like, "Tell xxx I'm OK" or "How is xxx doing?". So this Anderson psychic was either really good, just good at guessing names, or his mother filled him in somehow and acted surprised in order to give me a total mindfuck. I only met his mom a couple times so who knows. I asked to get a tape of the show to watch again but never did. I guess the moral is be good to your friends and family b/c they may kick off unexpectedly and speak badly about you through a psychic.
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This is soooooooooooo not boring.
I am fascinated and empathize with your loss of a school friend while young. That shit is weird, but I like to think it makes us wholer human beings early on.
I don't want to be the Debbie Downer but those psychics who can "reach beyond" on most occasions practice a technique called Cold Reading. The "psychic" looks around the room and randomly questions people about lost loved ones claiming they hear the spirits. They the psychic asks a number of questions until they can "narrow" it down to a specific audience member and based off the answers and the profile of said audience member he can make predictions that are eerily accurate but in reality are just good guesses based off the information given to him by the audience. Anybody can appear psychic on a television show with a little common sense and a whole lot of editing, in reality, those episodes would be much longer and the psychic looks like an idiot haplessly going through the audience looking for the right fit. If this was the case, George Anderson could have had a very long or lucky game of guess who with that mother trying to find the right information to make these predictions they just edited the hell out of it, she could have even said your name to but they could have cut that out. I wasn't there obviously though so who knows? Maybe this specific guy is legit.
more often than not psychics are wrong. However because nobody bothers stories of them getting it wrong and blabs to everyone about when they stumble upon something right, idiots assume they are generally right. All it takes is a small relative amount of morons to keep you in business.