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Saturday, November 20, 2004  overthought at 10:17:48 PM by a hole in the world Thursday, October 28, 2004 overthought at 9:21:06 PM by a hole in the world Wednesday, October 27, 2004 overthought at 7:29:08 PM by a hole in the world Sunday, October 24, 2004 Just thought I'd clear the cobwebs off this old thing. overthought at 10:49:00 PM by a hole in the world Tuesday, July 13, 2004 OW OW. OW OW OW. As if it weren't bad enough... overthought at 8:21:09 PM by a hole in the world Wednesday, July 07, 2004 might as well. I am a bad person. Thus. le sigh. overthought at 1:26:46 AM by a hole in the world Wednesday, June 16, 2004 heartwarming story of the year. K.. So today, Jesse came over. Randomly. That was way cool of him. He stayed for a while. We hung out, ate soma pizza, called Leigha (only to have her hang up on us THRICE). We met the new girl that just moved in next door. That was an experience. And so I'm sitting in my room. He's watching TV, I'm on the phone... I get a call on the other line. It turns out that it's my Aunt Martha. She lives with us.. So she's down at the end of our property (we have 3 acres). She tells me that she's down at the last fence, and that this dog, whose tag says his name is "Boots".. he's on our property. He's shaking and cold from the rain, and looks to be really bony. We could see his ribs and his spine and everything. So Aunt Martha brings him up. Andrew and her try to feed the dog, but he won't eat because he's sick. So we just gave him some water. And we put him in the back of my car to get out of the rain and away from our other dogs, Grizzley and Freddy. Mom comes home from taking my grandmother to the hospital and she calls the number on the tag. Apparently, the dog lives over on Underwood, which is near PHCC. So we figure, not a big deal. We'll leave the dog here, drive over there, check out the neighborhood, see if the family left their dog on the side of the road like some people do, and then from there we'll determine if we give them their dog back. So after Jesse leaves, I drive over there. Mom directs. Andrew assists. It turns out to be a really nice neighborhood, but they themselves are not home. We asked around, talked to the neighbors and whatnot, and asked them what the people were like, and if they lost a dog, etc. Apparently they had lost their dog, but the neighbors couldn't remember when. Since they weren't home, mom left a note and told them to call us. I come home and I fell asleep. I had gotten up ridiculously early and so I basically passed out. I wake up, and mom says the following: The people called. They were ecstatic. They said they'd be here in a few minutes. They came. They told the story. They had lost their dog five months ago. They had given him up for dead because it had been so long since they had last seen him. So they open the car door, and Boots recognizes them. He goes nuts, even though he was really tranquil and chill and subdued when he was around us. Really sweet dog, but homesick I guess, on top of heartworms, etc. He goes nuts. They were a family of three: the dad, the mom, and a 4-year old girl. She starts crying. The mom starts crying. The dad starts crying. It was a great scene. And I was freakin' ASLEEP. Down with you, fatigue! I swear you'll be the end of me! Anyway, I thought that was a really nice story. And I mean every word of this when I say: they got their dog back and their happiness and joy is a lot more than any monetarial reward could have been. overthought at 4:39:51 AM by a hole in the world Tuesday, June 15, 2004 man. I got swindaggled by Yahoo mail. Apparently, my original storage size was 6 MB. I was around 75% capacity. So I figure.. crap.. time to get a new account. One so I can store, the other so I can use. I started deleting all kinds of things... important files that I felt I could live without. That was 2 or 3 days ago. I got down to about 40 or 50%, and that was pushing it for me. I'm like my mom. I'm a pack rat. I mean, I don't keep EVERYTHING like she does (we have had to build extra buildings for all her stuff -- i.e. a new shed, a new barn, a new greenhouse, etc. Plans are in the works for another building soon). So deleting 20% worth of the stuff in my e-mail was hard to do for me. The kicker of this story is such that: Today. In response to Google's "G-mail" (which I also use because of this blogger). Yahoo expanded maximum storage size of free e-mail accounts to 100 MB, up 94 MB from the regularly prescribed 6. And paid accounts jumped to a ridiculous 2 gigs of storage. That's equivalent to almost 500 mp3s. The point of this is: I am now using only 2% of my storage. And I just deleted stuff that I didn't need to. I'm pissed. overthought at 11:19:20 AM by a hole in the world nuckas. Two days ago, I was riding my bike down Daniel Avenue (which is in a notoriously black neighborhood/section of town here in Brooksville). I was minding my own business. I was nearing a stop sign, and staying on the right side of the road, near the grass (we're not advanced enough here to have those newfangled sidewalks all over town). All of a sudden, a black dude in a small white car (looked like an old Saturn) comes RACING up behind me. I look back, veer off to the grass, almost falling into a drainage ditch. I look at him. He looks back and peels off. I followed him (coincedence, I was headed to the gas station to get a drink, as as he to get gas). When I went inside to get my drink, he came inside to pay for his gas. I'm paying for my drink and he taps me on the shoulder as he walks by and says (and I quote)... "Hey woadey.. stay out the road." I kinda nodded, picked up my drink and change and left. Not even 5 minutes later, I'm trying to manuever my way up South Mildred with a drink in my hand and the handle bar in the other. It's straight uphill, so I'm having a difficult time. I put my unopened drink in my pocket and start busting my butt in 2nd gear up this hill. Ahead, I can see 4 black children playing in the street (always a smart thing to do). I'm trying to decide whether to take a side road, but as I look down the alternate route, I see more black children playing in the road (again, a smart thing to do). I figure eh, what the heck, and bike ahead. These 4 kids come right up to me as I'm peddling (slowly I might add, due to the angle of this hill). One of them is like "Hey that's my bike!" "Cracka, where'd you get that bike!?" "Yeah, ride away!" I'm not normally intimidated by 7 year olds. However, when they are on the same page and prejudiced against white people, shoot.. I'd be scared of newborns. I'm not racist or anything by any means, but man... the kind of kids in the black neighborhoods in my town.. wow.. So yeah, that's how I almost got killed twice in about 10 minutes. overthought at 11:12:17 AM by a hole in the world Monday, June 14, 2004 good. Two things that are good. The Good. I'm telling you, it's just another step toward the 4-day weekend. You think 3-day weekends are neat? Before we die, the 4-day weekend will be standard. And that statement has the Alex Stamp of Approval. Even Better. Here's a big "screw you" to Michael Newdow. Once again proving that one person's opinion should not dictate that of 250 million other American citizens. overthought at 11:02:09 AM by a hole in the world |
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