[adult swim] is dead to me.
I may flip it on for the occasional Family Guy or Home Movies, and perhaps Robot Chicken.
The rest of the tripe interests me none. Thus, with the demise of anime on Saturday nights (even half-Saturday nights), I have no reason to turn on Cartoon Network beyond 11 PM Central time.
Where, oh where did Bleach go?
-KIE
Poor choice of days to post, I'm sure, but I had recent run-ins with the TSA that, well, served as ill reminders that flying isn't as simple a matter as it was 8 years ago.
Since there was no power at my apartment complex that Thursday night (a week ago, I believe), I had little choice but to head back to Monroe, where my girlfriend had already started making plans to get our flights to Cincinnati diverted. Why Cincinnati?
I first met Amanda 7, nearly 8 years ago. We were missionaries to t
Gulf Coast residents are a hardy bunch.
We put up with all manner of heat, humidity, and hurricane, just to bring the rest of you through the heart of the country a port, oil, Mardi Gras, and the best cuisine in the states, in my opinion.
And we do tolerate hurricanes.
Granted, Katrina was scary. An eye-opener at the very least. Several people got spooked, much within their right, and took off for parts north, west, and northeast. Then, you have rest of us, too poor, too old, too settled,
And oh what a voyage it was.
Clearly, I was not able to fly home Monday evening as was scheduled. MSY was closed due to Gustav blowing ashore.
To top that, I had lost my credit card over the course of the weekend: it'd flipped out of my wallet when pulling a keycard, and I never saw it again. Fortunately, no one used it, so my credit standing is okay.
I had that sitting over my head all weekend, though: I couldn't give them a place to send the new credit card Monday because Monday was a h
Hi.
Wow it has been a long two weeks.
Well, nearly two weeks: I just got my computer back online last night.
In any case, I hope to catalogue the past two weeks in multiple entries, starting with BrickFair.
Thursday saw me flying off to Washington, DC, ahead of the inbound Hurricane Gustav. Setup went fairly well, given the help I had. (Thank you, Roa & DV, for being my stand-in helpers, as well as bringing the great MOCs.) As anyone who attended the open fair Saturday or Sunday
Somewhere out there in the vast nothingness of space
somewhere far away in space and time
Staring upward at the gleaming stars in the obsidian sky,
we're marooned on a small island
in an endless sea
confined to a tiny spit of sand
unable to escape.
But tonight
on this small planet
on Earth
We are going to rock civilization
I am hereby officially distracted for BrickFair.
<removed, it was the track for Hurricane Gustav>
I'm hoping and praying that storm doesn't hit New Orleans. It will be big, wherever it hits. And if it hits NOLA, it will hit when my flight back from BrickFair would land.
In other words, if I can get back, I won't have long at all to get my stuff packed to evacuate.
Good God Almighty here we go again.
-KIE
I am a bad person.
Today I received a letter from the Louisiana Department of Revenue. Apparently, the server connection reset when I e-filed my state taxes last year meant I did not file for the 2006 year.
This makes me a very bad person. Nigh a felon, for a slam-dunk case of tax evasion.
A dentist in Slidell recently was convicted for tax evasion. Refused to file taxes for about 9 years, was fined something like $400,000 (in addition to the taxes he never paid) and sentenced to 10 yea
In case any of you were wondering what happened to me & my blog...
In the tiny sliver of free time between work, gym, time with Amanda, sleep, and prepping for BrickFair, I've been eating a sandvich.
-KIE (nom nom nom)
You should see the stars tonight
How they shimmered, shined so bright
Against the black they look so white
Coming down from such a height
To reach me now
Reach me now
You should see the moon in flight
Cuttin' cross the misty night
Softly dancing in sunshine
Reflections of its light
Reach me now
You reach me now
And how could such a thing
Shine its light on me
And make everything
Beautiful again
And you should feel the sun in spring
Comin' out after a rain
Suddenly all
Observation:
It's an odd place to be, on the precipice of doing a comparatively great deed, and know that in the grand scope, it is merely a bandage over a gaping wound.
Makes one wonder what good doing the deed at all will accomplish.
I take solace in that the commission of the great-yet-insufficient deed is not mine to dictate: I am merely the instrument. Or, will be the instrument.
</necessarily cryptic>
Back to the grind. Perhaps a new recipe, er, a borrowed recipe, la
I'm a son of a good man
I'm the child of an angel
I'm the brother of a wild one
And I'm looking for direction
I'm the lover of a beauty (not quite yet)
I'm the father of blessings (not just yet)
I'm a singer of a love song
But is that all I'm good for
This is who I am
Oh, this is who I am
So take me and make me something so much more
This is who I am
Oh, this is who I am
So change me and make me someone better than before
I'm a saint and a sinner
I'm a lover and a fight
For those of you that didn't know, there's a minor league baseball team in the New Orleans area: the New Orleans Zephyrs (though they actually play in Metairie).
Amanda & I like to go out for dates sometimes. Every Friday night, they've got fireworks, and we can also make a slight killing in pulling discarded (er, left unattended) MyCokeRewards bottle caps.
This past Saturday, we watched them play the Albuquerque Isotopes, on a pair of complimentary tickets Amanda won back in April whe
I guess now (headache-insomnia) is as good a time as any for an update.
I can't help but shake this sense of dread, or of something bad about to happen. I'm not a pessimist per se. It's like I know that something dreadful is waiting around the corner, like when I knew the NL was going to lose the All Star game last night because Dan Uggla is an AL spy Brad Lidge can't help but go Brad Lidge I was rooting for the NL.
Anyway, on with the update: the state board is reviewing my application
Greetings from parts south and west of Monroe, LA!
Now that it's the weekend and with softball over, I have time to recap as I should. But first, the drop off of Cherry Coke Zero versus Cherry Coke is greater than that between Coke Zero & Coke.
*tries to spit out the aspartame aftertaste*
Anyway, it would appear I don't have any lasting effects from last weekend's apparent concussion. Still a little sore to rub the point where the ball conked me, but the headache and mental fog have c
The 2008 FBC-Kenner season is over. It's been over for, about 30 hours, actually, but I've been busy playing TF2 with my brother to actually post about the events of the playoffs.
For starters, "softball" is a misnomer.
We had a game against a team that blew us out 13-2 in the regular season on Friday night. We didn't fare much better this time, falling by a score of 16-3. The worst part, however, was that before the game got out of hand, I had the opportunity to make a play at the plate.
I really should get around to posting more often.
In the past couple of weeks, I ran out of checks, had a failed attempt at booking a room for BrickFair, and was informed by LaPELS that my application was incomplete. (Kohaku, can you help describe the job of a cartpusher in a minimum of 6-8 sentences?) Oh, and work has gotten stupid busy. Busy that I'm going to be busy on up until BrickFair itself. Busy enough that my boss at the parish may still call me WHILE I'm at BrickFair.
Paul, if
Sittin' in the rain
Water on your brain
Got a hole in your boat
Trying to stay afloat
Has got you down
I've got a wind in my sail
Rubber boots and a pail
I'll throw you a line
Rest assured that I
Won't ever let you drown
'Cause when you're up against the wall
You know I'll be here for you, for you
When you rise and when you fall
I'll always be here for you, for you
When the plans you make
Fall through and take you
For a loop
Or some bird has flown the coop
And left you str
211 lb., 25.2% body fat
Amanda joined a gym last week, and got me to join as well.
I'll be honest: I've been slacking in the weight control department. I'm 20 lb. above where I want to be, and don't even get me started about how much flab I'm carrying.
Still, a gym membership is a route I never expected I'd take. I mean, that's for people who work out, who take this seriously, who have these ridiculously sculpted body profiles like you see on the cover of Muscle & Fitness or one
This would end up in Office Hijinks, if only that it were something light-hearted.
No, this is much more life-altering than that.
For the past 7 months, I have been mired in an application process to take the Principles and Practices of Engineering Exam, in hopes of gaining my licensure as a professional engineer.
For the past 7 months, I have been tracking down references from the past 7 years, hoping to get all the paperwork together in time.
For the past 7 months, I have been reliving t
Amanda & I went to see The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian tonight. Well worth the wait.
Even saw some cosplayers.
Or, more likely, just dressed up in an old Halloween getup. For shame.
Anyway, we're both looking forward to The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, for whenever it comes out.
-KIE
You're electric
And I'm out in the rainstorm
You're the virus
That's running through my veins
You're a danger
Like love and radiation
Seeping into my brain
You're the one I've been waiting for
You're my rocket to the sky
You're the diving board
Standing seven stories high
You're the thrill of love
Like a jet on fire
Push me out and see if I can fly.
You're the ocean
About to pull me under
You're the surgeon
Who says "It's got to bleed."
You're the true love
I've always bee
Realization for the moment:
8 months ago, I was much more upset (not vocal, just... perturbed) about seeing Amanda's hair in my dryer vent.
Not quite on the order of seeing Scout's (my brother/sister-in-law's 3 year old pug) hair, but I still had this "this doesn't belong" furrow in my brow.
Now, I see one of her long brown strands, and I smile.
Funny what 8 months'll do to ya.
-KIE
