Feeling: Tired.
Eating: Sandwich
Reading:"Heretics of Dune" by Frank Herbert
Listening to: "Swan Dive" by Ani DiFranco
Arch-Nemesis: Winter!
Wanting: Laundry to be magically done.

Cam pops up.


Despite the fact that I can't figure out how the hell to add my own links, I think I'm moving to LiveJournal. I can be found here. I can see pros and cons for this move, but the pros (linking to friends with almost no effort, permanent comments as opposed to the tagboard, being able to change the security rating of posts) are starting to outweigh the cons (not having quite as much control over the layout) in my mind.

I'll keep this page up, though I'm not sure yet what I'm going to use it for.

I have a sandwich!
Thursday, January 08, 2004

We have power!


Now going on the third time I've typed this post up, because the power keeps dying in the middle of it.
Anyway, this morning, to avoid technology withdrawl, Chris and I walked to New Morning Bakery where we killed some time eating pumpkin cheesecake made fresh by the gods themselves, and taking turns inventing and drawing strange creatures (such as a turtle/porcupine, a penguin/potato, and a mexican/cyborg/ninja/leprechaun).

Everything is coated in ice. Bushes, trees, bikes. Blades of grass have become little upside-down icicles sticking up from the ground with a little bit of green in them. Branches are shiny in that they are coated in about half an inch of ice. The bushes look like someone dipped them and their leaves in plastic. You can punch them and they are, in fact, solid. It's starting to melt now, but damn.

Came back to find the power still off, so we huddled in bed (completely innocently!). Since the power keeps going out, it is only slightly warmer in our apartment than outside. Blankets are nice.

In other news, I think I'm hopping on the Livejournal bandwagon, if only so that I can attatch my name to my posts. I like how LJ handles comments and friends, specifically...but I also really like blogger. I'm going to try it out for a bit before I move permanently.

Must go before the power dies again!

Sift your hands through broken glass
Through your shattered crystal ball and boy you wonder
If you’ll ever see again
Cause every time you close your eyes
You know they’re right behind you and you wonder
If you’ll ever live again

Hey, hey, gotta stay awake
Don’t let it slip away
Don’t think that they’re not waiting
Hey, hey, gotta stay awake
As your mind is peeled away
But they still seem to find you anyway

Do not make a sound cause they’re living all around
With their shiny eyes and their shiny minds
And they’re living everywhere
Watching every move I make
Gotta stay awake

Wednesday, January 07, 2004


Fight Club

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