family-ness

My brother is a fucking moron; I'm sure of it. He's been given so many chances in his life and he's fucked them all up one by one. Still the family views him as the golden son. The golden son who spent time in the same prison that Jeffrey Dahmer was in. I don't understand it. I hope he gets it somehow that not everything can be or will be forgiven. Life isn't like that. It doesn't help that the family treats him like he can do no wrong and always has. I don't see it that way. I'd like to be forgiving because we've always been close and we've had some really good times. I've given him chances too. When we talk I fall back into our same friendly relationship but I always feel like I'm seething inside. Why the hell should he expect things to go back to the way they were before he ruined his life and so many others? And why should the family be so goddamn free with excuses for him? He fucking killed someone, and not just some stranger on the street. His fucking girlfriend, the mother of his son. I liked her well enough when she was sober and I know she turned kind of stupid when she was messed up- but the mother of his son! I really hope that he understands exactly what he did. His way is to joke and move past anything bad- but when is enough enough, and when do you make that leap from idiot Dave to grown up?

fecking hell

Well jesus christ. Rob bugged out once more...he's the master of the flake-out. Yeah, I think he's gonna move up from being the Punx0r to being the Flakex0r.
At any rate I hope everyone else comes out- I need some social interaction in order stay the flitting little social butterflee that I bee. Except I'm not really. Be nice to seee folkz though.

craptastic

can I just say for one fucking second how much I fucking DETEST fucking SUV's?? And no, nobody rammed into my car today, because I drove home and traded the fucking thing for a bike. I just wanted to say it.
I feel like a fucking lunatic sometimes. Please keep all sharp objects away from me today. I go by the business down the road from my apartment and there's ANOTHER brand new fucking Hummer. I mean, jesus christ wtf is wrong with these people?? Have they not seen gas prices lately? Or even today? With the hurricane pounding Louisiana the price of a barrel of oil is over $70. From this morning to this afternoon the price of gallon of gas jumped another 20 cents. And I had to drive over 60 miles already today. *big obnoxious over-caffeinated sigh* Shit.
On the good front, I've connected with three (count em, three) old friends in just a couple of days. One of em was just *this* close to being the love of my life. It's okay though...sometimes it's better to really find happiness alone first. Then you can worry about who's a fucking stud. Ok, I'm not saying anyone was a fucking stud, it was just an expression. Sheesh. Do I have to fucking qualify every fucking thing? Jesus christ I'm laying off the caffeine immediately. I think it makes me swear like a sailor. Thing One on My List: No more goddamn Mountain Dew.
The thing is...I was never really happy alone. I can do it, don't get me wrong...but I much prefer having a special person to fuss over and spend time with. I of course love my solitude as well, but I like knowing that I'm cared about. oh boo hoo, I may just as well get out the tapper there's so much sap in that last sentence. Make some syrup, you know.
Today was a good day, regardless of what I say. The sun is out, it's beautiful and not humid, and I spent a nice morning with one of my clients, taking her to the dentist and then spending her lunchtime with her. She didn't say much, so I read a magazine while she ate. Still and all it was very companionable.
Now I'm off to another appointment, but it shouldn't take too long. Later I'm supposed to meet up with the Man Crew and Bill and possibly Dory and Cack for dinner. That should be interesting. We've always had fun before, except that I always end up wanting to shoot Rob in the face with rubberbands when he and John get to teasing me. *evil laugh* But I feel sorry for him now...he's got to go home to um...well. His girlfriend. So no matter what I say to him, he's got it worse. HA.

so much for the afterflow

So Ben Folds is coming to Madison in October at the Orpheum. I feel like an asshole about the Ravinia thing with Debra. She thought I blew her off and went with someone else, when in reality I was too lame to get tickets before they sold out. Granted that happened fast but STILL. I cannot make the same mistake twice, especially with him coming to Madison.
September 17 at 10am they go on sale and I'm gonna be right there to buy em. Well, you know, online waiting. Ticketmaster and such.

Okay so this is really bugging me. Pervasive thought. When a bee can't find his way home to a hive (fe. hops a ride in a car for 10 miles) does he find a new hive in which to live and work? I know that if another bug goes into a hive then he's completely destroyed, but what about displaced, homeless bees? Are they like those dogs in Homeward Bound that spend years or what not trying to find their way back? I know that bees only live one season. I meant that they'd spend the rest of their short lives traveling back to a hive they may never find? That's so sad somehow. I don't even like bees, but it's a disturbing thought that so many of them hop rides in cars and are let out somewhere far away.

I'm so scared...

Of my family! I think of seeing any of them and I'm gripped with terror...Long spiky poisonous fingernails of horror scraping down my back. They're all right people, so what's my problem?
Ok. Back up. Sorry.
My brother Dave and his girlfriend Michelle (the brave one, for reasons I won't go into here) invited me to go to MN for the Renaissance Festival there in Shakopee, Sunday of Labor Day weekend. I agreed, and invited my Main Squeeze along for fun. I have lots of issues with my brother that I'm continually pissed off about, but we always went to Ren Fest, so that will be familiar ground and he and I will have a good time without stress. So Dave calls tonight, says Michelle is making the hotel arrangements so he wanted to check with me...yadda yadda boring travel crap. So I give the go ahead and then he says...(insert bells of doom) the Pedersons from up north are coming down for the Fest...uncle Stephan and auntie Shelly (ya I was named for her but with another spelling) and some of the cousins. Arrrggghhh! Instant Voodoo Great American Freak Out!!
I'm not worried by my dad or brother (much), but the idea of the other Pedersons just gives me the willies! I've always felt like I'm not really a part of the family, and that one of the cousins is going to spear me with a look, point and shout: "Impostor!" and there I'll be, helpless to defend against the accusation. My mother had the audacity to raise us apart from any of the "family." They were awful to her while she was married to Dad, and turncoat nice again once she divorced his cheating ass. Then they were mean to Linda, until Dad took care of that by banishing them from his life. I think of my family and I feel a giant wince coming on. These people are totally obsessed with what I'll term "blood relativity." It's why my half-sisters Julie and Tina never were really accepted when our parents were together. They don't actually share the bloodline, even though in deed Dad was their dad (they never met their biological father Mark), and raised them the same as the rest of us. When I went to the family reunion in 93 nobody knew who I was, and in fact they thought I was my brother's date. I mean, I hadn't seen them in a long time, but come ON...I look the spitting image of my auntie Melissa. No one can mistake me for being anything but a Pederson. I have the trademark nose, even though a smaller version. Plus I'm built like the rest of em (except my brother, and he's an anorexic aberration) with my ass out to Texas.
Oh hell. I'm gonna need a Valium & a prayer to make it through Labor Day weekend. I can only hope that everyone will have messed up their plans and are "sadly unable" to make it down. Or, you know, by the time it happens I will have had time to get my anxiety under control and everything will be fine. The WORST thing I could do is chicken out and just not go to MN. I'm gonna freak out but I am NOT a chicken shit. I'll be fiiiiiiiiiiiiine...even though Shelly's a Jesus Freak who'll want to pray over every beer or something. Oh, I'm so scared. Why oh why can't I have a NORMAL family? I'm normal, Dad's normal, Mom was Evil Incarnate (no offense if E.I. Stu sees this) but still and all pretty normal. Why can't the rest of them be JUST LIKE OTHER FOLK? Dammit.

fucking tank-ass motherfuckers

God-damn SUV's!! Not only do they guzzle gas and fuck up the environment and their owners suck much ass...one hit me tonight. Damaged my front licence plate a bit and my bumper is scraped. The ONLY reason I'm not worse off is because the damn thing was so high off the ground that it slid above me for the most part. I'm not feeling serene. =P

breadly

Holy damn I had some good bread, baked by (that's too much to explain right now) Gordon. Yummy fantastic. I used to love it when Rob worked at the bakery and would come home with swedish rye or some other heavy delicious thing.
This stuff barely fit into the toaster, but my Krups is made for larger things like bagels, so I was able to toast one end, then stick the other end in and toast it too. Add butter and seedless jam and you've got a winner. Whatever I've said about thin cooks and bakers not being trusted I take BACK.

results driven

I just finished up at the pacer clinic, and it took a long time! My bp looks great, pulse is great, but since the last check in June I've had 66 events. Most of them seem fairly normal, which means they didn't come on out of the blue. There's a percentage on onset which they track and most were N/A or 0.0%, which shows that I worked up to that heartbeat (exercise). There were some that showed actual onset and lasted quite a while (over a minute & 1/2), but stayed 12 beats below the shock range. I'm so thankful for those 12 beats (188 bmp)! Otherwise I'd be feeling the 8v full on. Can we say ouch? There were two episodes recorded last night, one when Bill and I were biking to the restaurant, and one biking home. Both were 0% onset and lasted about a half a minute. Must have been a hill. ;-)
The other thing Sue (my particular pacer nurse) said was that I'm taking less voltage to stimulate my heart (1v.) when she runs the pacer, so that's a good sign that my entire system is working well. I'm down a half a volt to get that result. Less is better, and the shape of my heart is improving. She likes that I'm biking around, and thought it was really charming that I could track my events as "going to the bar" and "coming from the bar." hehe. I do need to watch my beats per minute, since I'm doing less cardio in an actual gym now and it's harder to keep myself under my limit. I used to do an hour on an elliptical trainer and watch my heart rate very closely, but now it's more on the fly and it's confusing my defibrillator. My batteries are running at the plateau level, which means I've only got about a year left on the machine and they're gonna have to put in a new one. That will make Sue happy because my current defib is an older model and it can sometimes lose memory (such as the actual VTach reading on the epidsodes with onset percentages darn it), and she can't read the beats on the computer screen. In newer models it doesn't make you print everything out in order to see the ekg.
All in all I'm doing well and although I have had the occasional episode out of the 66 which could have been bad for my longevity, my condition has improved.
All the talk of the upper chamber of my heart malfunctioning seems to be revolving around getting another lead to it when they reinstall a new defib, but that's a very invasive and dangerous procedure, so I think they're gonna look at medicinal options first. I'm sorry, but I'd rather go through another surgery than be on medications that could reduce my quality of life by slowing down my heart. It's not like they'd have to put me under twice, and I've already undergone getting the lead I've got on the left ventricle, so I'd be okay with taking that risk. It's a very tricky procedure because they use laparascopy to do it these days. It used to be open heart surgery, but that's become obsolete. They have to use cameras and thread a lead blind through the chambers and valves in order to secure it to one of the walls of my heart. View leads here.
So that's the situation for now, and I see my cardiologist later this week or next, whenever they call me with the results of my ekg monitor. Hopefully the folks in Florida got it, I sent it out to them and kept getting calls for almost 2 weeks asking where it was! I'm not taking any drugs, regardless of the results. My mother got put on drugs for her heart and she developed a whole nother condition just from taking them. She had congestive heart failure and it ruined her life before it killed her.
No morbidity here; I plan on being around a long while. I have to outlive Bill or he might not like it. ;-)

b-ball for a b-girl?

Ya! Going to a Mallards game tonight. Dory says come, so I say Yes. Bill had it right when he said that I'm going for the Dory-ness of it. I talked to Kovalic and apparently he's all up into this whole bike helmet idea, so I guess I'm fine with drivin it. It's too hot anyway. No I'm not just givin excuses to not exercise, it's really FREAKIN humid out. I'd rather drive. So for now I'm waiting for my Main Squeeze to arrive, and then we'll go get us some baseball watchin time in.

vacate!

So I went ahead and bought two tickets to San Diego for September for Bill and Me. I'm really looking forward to A. getting away from Madison for a week, B. getting away from Madison with my main squeeze to a popular vacation destination, and C. getting to visit my daddy-o.
I do sometimes pine for the ocean, and I'll be so glad to see my old stompin ground. Going home is always bittersweet. I love san diego, but I'm so glad I left. I'd never move back there, but visiting is so nice. I love the antique shopping, Kobey's swap meet, Foggy's Notion, the gaslamp, oh hell, I just have so many places that I love to go. And Bill gets to come with me! This is great. *doin a little dance*

fashionista

Another day at the grind...this time with pink nails. I'm seriously going to have to rethink my wardrobe and grooming choices. Or, I could order a pizza. Then redo my nails. Oh, my complicated life.

I love you, hurt me.

Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp. That is the sound, friends, of me getting sucked back into the online world of Everquest. I was talking about it a lot this weekend, and I realized I miss killing things in a massive multiplayer atmosphere. Now I wouldn't so much like to wield a gun and whack people like Half-Life...but man, give me a Noct Blade, a pet and some bad attitude, and I'm all over that shit. A friend said that he is going to make a server where we can all play again, without all the bullshit newbs crying for SOW or power guilds stealing poor Tuck's Cleric Epic parts. I wouldn't want to play alone though...a lot of the fun of the game is having other people to fuck with. LDON was like having your own server, because it was a private dungeon. Still and all you had to get a group together and that meant hanging out in the woods of Butcherblock or the desert of North Ro to find a bunch of strangers with whom you wanted to play and wouldn't get you killed through greed or stupidity. I guess that's what's nice about playing with our group from years back: we know who's greedy or stupid already, and they were weeded out years ago. ;-)
It's really great how I ended up completely changing my life because of EQ. I have no idea where I'd be now, but it sure wouldn't be Madison, so thank you Sony!! More than likely I'd be in the Twin Cities, doing the same thing I always did before "The Game," and not having much fun at it. I have a hard time remembering not ever having had a computer or playing EQ. It was just so much of my existence for so long. Perhaps it's not something one readily admits on a PUBLIC BLOG...but I was very much addicted to Everquest for years. I even played while I was on vacation in one of the most beautiful countries on Earth...and that's kind of sad. Still though...if I had never been suckered by Alex into playing a computer game, I would never have met John, Debra, Rob, Brian, Alec, Tuck, Mike, Carey, Stu, the Werdin, Darth Moll, Dory, Bill...The list goes on and on.

I have only good memories of EQ for the most part. There were times when my blood pressure skyrocketed and I was afraid for my cyber life (big snicker from the big geek), and when it was all done I laughed until I couldn't breathe. There were so many times when I couldn't even type because I was screaming with laughter over some stupid thing that was just way too fucking funny.
/shout: "Kibn is Camped."
/ooc: "What's a Kibn?"
/shout: "My Bitch, and he's camped, NOOB."
That was when Alex took his necro Bastet and her giant skellie pet Kibn out for a walk in Oasis. All of these noobs thought he was a mob and tried to jump him. They probably burned all their mana (this was the old days when that wasn't nerfed) trying to cast on the pet and died by some other mob cause they didn't have mana left. hahaha!

So I'm excited to log in again after so long and see how the girls are doing. Rasharra, of course, Shadowknight, Vulnero Templar extraordinaire; Vorzheva, Cleric, evil in every way but she'll heal your ass better than any assling could; Lalenie, Druid, probably still has KEI after 5 years; ...who else? Oh yes. Maldiva, Inky Necro (Inky=Dark Elf for the uninitiated few), I miss her a lot. We had so much fun first killing skellies, then Treants (bite me, stick boy!), then Rangers..MUAHAR! Yeah. I killed Rangers for fun and for profit. And don't forget faction. Well, negative faction. Pshaw! They wuz never gonna like me anyway!! =P

I forgot to mention Hydratante. I liked playing an Enchanter, mostly because it took real skill to multi-task and that's not to mention learning and unlearning those goddamn spells fifty million times per day. Mind Buff! No, Crowd Control! No, DeBuff the Mobs! Mind Buff! Rinse and repeat. Damn.

Oh and Nonni was fun. Gnome Mage, Nonni Yewbidness. Krueger picked the last name, and it was priceless. There was actually a gnome in the clockwork town (don't recall the name) who looked just like Nonni and was uh, named Nonni. BUT!! I didn't know that until after I'd made her and gotten levels and spells and it was all right anyhow. Didn't hurt anything.

I wonder what kind of life I'd have if I didn't know anyone that I know now. I don't have any friends that I had before EQ. My family, yes, and Eliza, but everyone else is very much directly related to my addiction to EQ. It got me to Madison. I may get teased for wearing my EQ shirt and having played an MMORPG for years, but the effect on my life can't be discounted and I'll always be grateful.

-betcha didn't think this would be about gaming. Muahar!! ;-)

that was excruciating.

Work. Ack. Ptoooie. I guess I'm gonna have to either let it all roll off me like water off an oily duck's ass or find a new job. I like what I do but I'm just not sure where to go with it.

Wow, like, that was like, so totally vague like oh mah gawd.....:P

I guess I knew that my supervisor was going to come back with something - I didn't see it coming but just had to ride that wave until it was done.

The Ambush.

The quick thirty minute follow up to our conversation last week turned into an hour and a half with me v. three managers with a laundry list of about 20 axes to grind, in a claustrophobic office and no where to go but down, so I tried to make it through as calmly as I could. I felt like a moron because I was being accused of doing things and I really didn't know what they were talking about. I kept thinking that maybe my memory was bad, and I really did do those things and am so lame I just forgot? It's all about perception so a lot of it I can't do anything about. Everyone makes mistakes and I make my share, but the way this simple stuff was being presented was skewed. I felt like I was in a mirrored funhouse with no doors. Every answer I had was: Yes, but it wasn't like that. Yes, but you don't have all the information, Yes, but it didn't happen that way. And of course: WTF? I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about. So my afternoon sucked a bit.

I'm not going to dwell on things that were said in the meeting because so much of it was so slanted and ludicrous that I just can't answer to it. I am not feeling betrayed, because that would necessitate having some kind of relationship to these people. I know that the other two managers were dragged into a situation and just needed to do their job by asking questions, no matter how stupid they were.
I really fucking hope that bastige enjoys his pound of flesh. It's funny because I didn't think he was that vindictive. Well, I'm not a great judge of character. At least it was just public humiliation and I still have a job. Oh joy. Lucky me.

Ok that was the end of my post - but I am now down a different path.

So is that what we all have to endure forever? People who are going to see things one way and act vindictively towards us based on some skewed version of events that they create in their minds?
So yeah, I am thinking it might be time to move on and find another job. Why though? Everything will always be the same. There will always be someone who needs to put his or her foot on the back of my neck for some reason or another. I will never escape this hamster wheel. There's no point to looking for a new job. They're all the same job. As Janis said, "it's all the same fucking day, man."
Nothing will ever change, because nothing ever CAN change. It's the nature of the human condition, to suffer until we die. Work's not supposed to be fun. We're not supposed to like it. I feel like Johnny Paycheck, but I know I won't take my job and shove it, because that would just be a tiny hiccup in the scheme. It would only be the same thing again and again. I could quit again and again, but there's no point. That's insanity. Of course things won't be different. People aren't different. I'm not different. I'll always be unsatisfied with the way things run. I guess I can buck it and be miserable or learn to huddle in the edges like those penguins. Oh god. I'm turning into a water dwelling flightless bird and I don't even like fish.

give me nysfc or give me death (by chocolate!)

I'd like to know, just once, about the human psyche and it's accoutrements. Mine is damn weird. Everything in this world reminds me of something else. A scent will trigger a memory and I'll get a whoosh of feeling associated with some odd time in my life when last I caught that scent. I attach emotion to every occasion, and then later I can't divorce myself from it. Years later, even. Sometimes it's nice. I will smell powdered sugar on a funnel cake and completely relive a time I went to the MN state fair and I get this mental image of myself walking the boulevard down to the Grandstand. It's things like that.

The bad things I'd rather live without. Physical sensations have been known to bring up old memories as well. I've had them before, but I'm usually pretty good at tamping down the emotion and moving on. My ex was so nonthreatening in every way that I never got any flashbacks in bed (or real mindblowing excitement either, but that's the trade-off.). He and I never pushed my boundaries and at the time I liked it that way. Everything was happy and comfortable, like an old shoe (Although he did have this weird fascination with...*cough* nevermind). HA!

Now things are so different. I'm so willing to open up and explore parts of myself that I always hid from (out of the gutter, now!) and experiment with my own sexuality. The down side to that is realizing I've still got issues to deal with left over from the Antichrist and his reign of terror.
How do I deal with this? I don't want to feel the freezeup that always occurred with every man after the A.C. and up until the Punxor. I ended up on autopilot most of the time, and as my sister Jules would attest I went through boyfriends like Kleenex tissue. Oh boy how she used to berate me for doing that! I think it upset her that I could be so cold-blooded when it came to dismissing applicants. The one that nearly had my full attention was the chef...until I of course found out who those mystery boxes of cigarrettes belonged to, and why my photo was always in a drawer when I came over. Damn chefs. Ptoooie! I speeet on joo!

That leaves me with my own pile of doo doo once again. What to doo doo? *shudder* Yeah, I know that was bad. Leave me with my small (tiny) pleasures.

obsess much?

Tonight was fun. I spent forever just browsing every single travel airplane/car/hotel/package/wonkatania/whatnot website I could think of, just to shop around. I found the same tickets for $209 all the way up to $1608. Yeah. Alaskan Airlines are smoking crack. So anyhoo they all managed to work out the same, some better than others, and vice versa. I like that turn of phrase, mostly because it says vice. ha.
I also browsed the new and improved google maps site. I saw my childhood home on satellite! I had thought it was roughly 10-20 minutes north of the border of Mexico-and it is. I also realized I had my own father's address wrong in my faulty memory bank of a head. I had the house number AND the zip code wrong. Huh. Guess senility is setting in. I was having way too much fun with that satellite map. No human being should ever have that fun with a computer website unless there is nudity involved. What a geek I am!
I was looking for the school that was right near our house in Chula Vista where I went to elementary school and I didn't see it. I hope it's still around. I'm not sentimental or anything, it just makes a good landmark. My sister Julie was with me the last time I went down to see the old place, but that was ten years ago, and I am not the queen of directions like she is. She was older too, so she remembered more than I did. She pointed out the trailer park where we lived the first few months of my life. I would never have found it, even if I had memories of it which I don't. It was cool to hear stories that she told. That trip was the last time she and I were ever close. She hooked up with a loser and started changing. Man we sure had a good time. We went on a tourist boat ride by Coronado and had our picture taken in front of the bridge with Point Loma behind us. I wish I had that photo somewhere but I am pretty sure it didn't survive Randy.
It was weird how Julie didn't really visit Dad when she was out. I know she stayed pretty stoned and busy but now that I think about it I don't think she was overly happy to see him. Julie was always bitter over our mother's divorce. When Dad was with Mom he was a dad to all the kids, then after they split he dropped out of their lives because they weren't blood. Now he only stays in contact with my brother and me, but I don't think it would be that way if Julie and Tina weren't so bitter. Dad can't handle drama. He bolts. Julie on the other hand loves to drive a spike into a person's back and keep on twisting, just for spite. I don't think Dad could ever do anything to get her to forgive him, but he has really grown up and I don't know if Julie and Tina realize that he is just a person who grew and changed in the twenty-five+ years since all that. How long is someone supposed to grovel for past mistakes?

nervousosity

I feel so odd sometimes. I feel a weight on my head, a sword of damocles waiting to drop and spear me in half. I don't think I'm necessarily filled with paranoia, but I don't like the feeling. I get this weird compulsion to start avoiding everything except what I'm absolutely sure I've got under control. I think I'm reacting to lots of things going on at once that I am trying to keep in line. I think if I was a more capable person I'd just have these things taken care of. My brain is a sieve. It drives me crazy that I can't keep up with everything that I should. I see other people who seem like they've got everything together and I feel like I just need chocolate. =P
Ok. It's fair to say that I always need chocolate.
So yesterday I got stung or bitten or something on my lip. I was out riding with Bill and I never even saw the thing land. I just felt the OUCH and started whacking my mouth and spitting in case it flew in. I thought it was a mosquito, but it feels more like a bee sting now, and that would have been a really motherfucking huge-assed mozzie.

man whore moment

So guess who came into the office and right into my cube with a beautiful dog to soften me up? Yep, the Man-Whore and his dog, Buckley. They both looked way too good to be real. The dog is a white shepherd/yellow lab mix who is just amazingly cute and stole my heart immediately. The other dog was wearing glasses and a yuppie banana-republic outfit that was very flattering. I wonder who paid for it?
For the first time in months I didn't feel instant pain in my chest or needles in my eyes by seeing the man whore. I was able to say hello, be friendly, and not feel like I wanted to run straight into the path of an oncoming bus rather than talk to him. Jeanetta and I got the dog water (thirsty pup!) and I chatted with who will furthermore be referred to as MW. So I chatted with MW, and he told me that he thinks a lot about something I did once and it still cracks him up to this day.
Apparently we made a late night run to Cub for something and as we were driving back by Wal-Mart I stopped the car (the middle of the night) and leaned out to flip off the general direction of Evil Wal-Mart. I guess it made quite the impression on the MW if he remembered and I didn't. More to follow.

black sabbath?

More like black celebration. I can't name one song by ozzy osbourne. Oh wait. Crazy Train. Why couldn't my brother pick a concert I'd actually see, like oh...say...anyone but ozzy osbourne and rob zombie?

I don't mean to be picky but those just don't *speak* to me. I have visions of smelly biker types with long hair, drugs, and racist jokes. I've been to this kind of thing before and I can't see myself there again. Nothing against wayne's world.

My brother left a message on my answering machine earlier. He wants me to go to Ozzfest this coming weekend. Of course I can't go, but I'm surprised he asked. If it was th..........

Ok - scratch this post. My cat is completely psycho. He's running between both windows in the apartment with his tail puffed up like a rice crispy. He has charged the screen twice, once with a shrieking howl that had me running to see what was killing him. There's obviously something out there that I can't see, but Mojo is making sure whatever it is doesn't get in. Probably the killer cottontail bunny. Giant fangs, you know.
Ok. Mojo is jumping at the *closed* glass of the window. I swear I have not given him drugs.