Saturday, July 29, 2006
Evil chages dialogue
The graphic work here and the text are so small, you'll have to click the pics to read.
Top: Man walks into the room and finds a drunk woman and knows just what to do ... steal her drink. I was considering putting in her statements of, "I put a cigarette out in it"* but the bubbles were fixed poorly for that.
Bottom: The dialogue was changed drastically, but based on the opening panel of a woman with an open open-shirt talking with a reservationist or porter. Either she would be a "lady of the evening" or neurotic/psychotic. I chose the latter.
* from Terminator, Detective to Detective (Lance Henriksen and Paul Winfield)
I wound up not calling this place
Not only was she under the dellusion that I was perpetually "16" and petit, but also that I was a girl.*Like the the "employer" would age the age ... HA!
* paraphrased from Christmas Story
felonious act: "Killing in the name of" *
I feel complacent in actions of others, yet feel justified in others. Taking and swallowing this jagged pill, I'm a bad and poor Christian. I'm also a pragmatist in that, I'd proactively act, rather than deal a person afterwords. I will use the recent Indiana sniper as an example. The boy, hopefully tried as a man, got angry about deer gutting, "is it deer season, I didn't think so", and went on a shooting spree, targeting unknowns.
Now, is it likely that this boy would act out violently again as a "legal" adult -- certainly. No psychologist in the world could rightly say or write that this aggressive boy wouldn't be a danger to others. I would use this person as an example of the fatality waiting to happen, when a man strikes out violently, supposedly to family's great surprise. "Gee! I didn't see it. I knew he had a temper, where he ran over mannequins when he was petrubed at work, but I never thought he was violent."
Society lucked out here, sadly not before one man was killed and other persons injured. I don't feel ill or poor in my "faith" in condeming him to die. He is not elligible for execution because of plea bargaining, in that he confessed in exchange for life.
In the end, as a neo-socialist, I would sacrifice rights in favor of security. This sounds communist or is it? How many people are willing to let the government wiretap in order to save our nation ... many! I am confortable in my own crimes, not being charged or convicted of these daily crimes, yet -- I can't say that arresting me and charging me would be unjustified. My crimes I shall list on a later post.
* Rage Against the Machine
sleeping with the friendly
Ah, the curse of being a light sleeper. The benefit is ... smaller/lesser chance of successful robbery or sneaky disturbance of any kind. Since I don't have pets ... that works out okay. The cat, the family used to have at one point would generally choose night as the right time to wander -- especially outside.
"Hey, wake up", meowed the cat. If that didn't work, he'd step on your face and gaping mouth, assured to wake you. "Hey, while you're up, could you let me out? It's been ten minutes ... there aren't any critters I can pounce right now, I'd like in ... meow, [scratch forever] meow!"
Dogs get used to a person's schedule a little easier, roughly finding that better bed time, as it doesn't help them to be lively with no human to play, so they turn into a 1st shift, 2nd shift or 3rd shift dog. Cats, I don't think, have this ability or interest.
Pets do keep you healthy through mental acitivity, physical acitivity and emotional bonding -- better than TV, but you can't choose the channel.
neighborhood stereo bully
He's smokes, he drinks, he plays his stereo loudly ... he's my neighbor. You can't pick 'em, and don't dare join 'em. He's not without good qualities, but the smoke going into the AC daily -- aggrivating! The stereo, bothersome, but I hope, with higher gas prices that he turns off his ruddy truck more often, therefore more likely to also off the stereo. It is the urban thing to do -- have a stereo on wheels.
I used to deafen myself and others with my music, but I think that my inferior (stereo envy) systems in all of my cars have all been well surpassed. I think the cicadas each excel my vehicles' music by 12 + Db. Anyway ... irksome. I don't mind so much the afternoon or morning or mid-evening thing, but the 1:00 or 5:00 thing ... he has to know that more than fifty percent of his neighbors are sleeping at that time.
Betting on work
I have now 8 or so accounts with places trying to get jobs. I review that I've had very few employers read my resume' but my resume has appeared in employer searches. I could drop cash for "get noticed now", but I think I'll pass, as that isn't a guarantee for a job. It's odd that I should pay an employer to hire me. What kind of unnatural order is that?
I now more frequently get, "[we] noticed your posting and invite you to this 'exclusive' meeting at these times. This is an excellent marketing opportunity for the 'right individual'. Our people, on average* earn $45,000 - $90,000 the first year."
What I'd like is a chance not fluffy, hooey, or more stinking sales ptiches for a person, myself, seeking a friggin' job!
After reading the paragraphs of ambiguities you're left with, WTH? I hit the link and there, a questionaire, which is really what the persons hired would be doing, getting info about people: name, address, email, interests, other bio info the person was stupid enough to dispense. I think, laterally, the Nigerian prince might be as likely real as this database dump.
* be weary of stats. Example: on average of "our people" could be sample of top 15 performers in booming Seattle, Washington, 2001; or similar.
Sound on
My sister, though violently ill from being put under, is better today. She called this morning and she is naturally displeased with her stomach, but okay. I hope she naps. She had to allay her daughter's fears of great illness in favor of more rational and reasonable outcomes, in that she'll make it. Keeping up her spirits, she now has a card indicating her metal inclusion or her new bionic status. Does she now have super hearing or fantastic balance? No. She has that which she had twenty years ago, being average hearing and subpar coordination. She is, however, better.
Glug, glug, glug. Let's finish the cup.
Wherever I go, I bring the Civas with us. I now know why CVS does and former chain Hooks pharmacy did carry alcohol. You don't use Chivas to clean wounds, but to wipe memories clean. A family member is plunging into the world of Alcohol For Dummies. If that person were a robot from Futurama, I might understand, but being human -- I feel it is the tail end of suicidal out.
I think I'll eat an olive at the end of the year, in remembering that person who may see 2008, but doubtful 2009. "So, here's to all the pencil pushers, may they all get lead poisoning."
I found a message in a bottle, on it was written, "stop".
