The New!! Improved!!! A Day in the Life!!!! Not in bullet form!!!!!! We love exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got up at 6.45, set the table for breakfast, ate cheerios, showered, got dressed, and headed out the door to work, but not before stashing my travel copy of Across the River and Into the Trees in the handy inside pocket of my jacket. I was feeling deeply sorry that I had finished the remaining three chapters in True at First Light last night, just rounding off 11.30, but it couldn't be helped, really.

The road by our street was lined with running cars, and the exhaust fumes rose high and straight into the sky, a burnt sacrifice of gasoline to the winter gods in return for a warm ride to work. I recieved no overflow of this blessing, and cursed the winter gods to their faces as I saw the bus I'd just missed speed by.

A young man introduced himself to me as I waited for the next bus. His name was Jordan and he was handing out information on bullies and preventing bullying. I thought he looked sort of like a bully, but he was well dressed and had neat hair, so I took it and thanked him.

A lady came and waited for the bus with me, complaining about the weather. Then when the bus came she complained about how late it was and about the weather again. She repeated these complaints to the bus driver.

Later on, at work, And older gentelman came in and asked for a specific title. He had the most amazing voice I'd ever heard. It had a lot of knowledge and depth to it, and I wished we had the title he was looking for, which was an Italian novel, but we didn't. He browsed while I was mopping and I thought as I mopped. I thought that the only reasons, generally, someone will go into a book store, is in the persuit of either knowledge or money. The Book Store is a crux upon which these two powerful items are peddled, one of many such cruxes. (Or cruxi?) For this reason you meet the most interesting people in the Book Store, such as old men with amazing voices, as I did.

The ride home was mostly uneventful. In Memory of Petey
[Dave]
Time:4:23 PM

Hey you guys, guess which blog-man is getting some. There's three of us posting, and it's not one of the Dyck brothers.

Tomorrow was the last day, Johnny boy, then you could do your little corona gig.

My precioussss has been here since the 25th, so I haven't - obviously - been around. The reason is that we moved next door, and as such had no internet here. I'm sorry. I would go to the library and post, but it's been really rainy and cold lately.
Finally, today, they came and hooked up the cable modem. Cable. I know, I know, I'm so awesome now. Weebl and Bob here I come! Amongst other things! Like Porno!

So, yeah, I've been a way. A tonne has happened - sex, mostly - and I've been playing a tonne of Morrowind - I've got Kim addicted to it (she plays more than me even!). I also cut my hair. Yes. I know. I threw that out there so suddenly, so non-chalantly, so as to surprise you all with such shocking news in the middle of such mindless banter!
It's really short. I took it from a 1970s photo of the Beatles, to look like Ol' Paul, but I got her to leave it over my ears (not all the way over, just like hangy over). It's totally spectacularly awesome, and I seriously look like a completely different person. ( He does, he looks two years younger and yet two years older at the same time. It's awesome :D My ickle steviekins. ) If that bit made no sense, it's cos you'd have to see it. It's insane. And awesome. Or, maybe you'd just have to smoke some of this weed we're puffin' here (see how john's eyes water with jealous envy).


Until later..

Steven (and Kim)

In Memory of Petey
[Steven]
Time:11:02 AM

Tuesday, December 09, 2003

EB Games will make you feel the lack of a television set very, very acutely. This was my thought as I bought Pirates of the Carribbean for xbox today at the new EB Games that opened near our house. It was even in italics, as seen above, although bold would perhaps have better suited, especially when the guy offered me a one year subscription to GMR (A Gamer's Magazine) and an EB card that gets me ten per cent off all previously owned game purchases for only 10 dollars! How could I refuse? How could anyone?

Please god, if there is a god, give me a sign. Give me a TV.

In Memory of Petey
[Dave]
Time:8:46 PM

Monday, December 08, 2003

Yesterday at this one church my dad preaches at sometimes (only its very small and hardly a church at all, because they have no pastor and no elders present) I met a guy who looked almost exactly like Rivers Cumo. I almost asked him if he knew who Rivers Cumo was, because he had 4 earrings on, and looked like he probably rocked out to Weezer, even though he was wearing a tie and khakis and his name was "Jay". This made me laugh inwardly. He was a very cool person, and the only reason I didn't ask him was because there were far too many people there that may have taken me out and stoned me for listening to secular musicks about sex and drugs, and they might have stoned him, too, just for the hell of it.

In Memory of Petey
[Dave]
Time:11:29 AM

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