Month: November 2005

went to work this morning with a duck on my finger. it’s still swollen and bruised and hurts like no one’s business. Went to see the dr this afternoon. he’s a good doctor but his staff really lacks. so the tech tries to xray my hand. two xrays on one sheet.. one was flat other was with my hand in a position like i’m holding a cup. then he comes back and see’s that they are to dark. so again.. same thing.. this time the 2nd one the tip of my finger got cut off in the film by the lead plate used to put a label on the film. the same tip in question. so now for the 5th try.. this time he finally got it. anyway after all that it’s not broken just bruised really bad. gave me some meds and sent me on my way. now i’m going to try and edit 80 comercials and mixdowns to try and have done by tuesday. actually i have a birthday party tuesday so i’m going to try and finish this tonight. or at least the first 40. so what am i doing sitting here talkling to you guys.

ARGHHHH!!!!.. that’s what it feels like. i haven’t had to type like this since i was in 3rd grade. i guess i should start from the beginning. Ok.. see one day my mom met my dad.. ok not that far. yesterday patti decided to take the girls to this corn field maze. It was really fun and tori and i didn’t cheat.. unlike some people. and we found our own way out.

then today church, then we have a few things planned out to work on. we were looking for this 14ft ladder that is sopoused to be at church somewhere. jimmy and i were looking in the garages in the back.. one of them didn’t have a handle to pull it closed with so i pulled from the joints but it closed and pinched together to quickly and my index finger got stuck in the door between the joints. it really hurt. so yeah.. now it’s all swollen and black and blue. i can’t even stand the pain of having it touch something. tommrow it will be all better though. if i can get to bed.

It’s been a good day. I got to sleep in, meet with richard for a while. we had lunch together. he want’s to start helping around the youth building again. I’m all for it so let’s give him a chance to show up this month and see if we can integrate him into next month’s calendar. I spent the afternoon with Carey working on some radio spots for his website. This is a really cool site that i can see it serving alot of really cool purposes.
Patti and i went and pickedout christmas trees. we both got one and hannah decorated mine. It looks really nice. Ozzie kind of sniffed at it.. now he’s laying down next to me infront of the tree.. christmas music playing in the bg.. yeah. it’s that time of year again. this has always been my most favorite time of the year. i love the weather, driving home to the ranch.. light drizzle on the windshield.. the heater on.. and the all the stars in the sky… that’s what i remember most about christmas time. i remember making those drives even as a kid with my parents. we’d drive hours from bryan to come to the country and spend christmas with all the family here. I guess some things just always stick with you

An old preacher was dying. He sent a message for his IRS agent and his
lawyer, both church members, to come to his home. When they arrived, they
were ushered up to his bedroom. As they entered the room, the preacher held
out his hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed. The
preacher grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at the
ceiling. For a time, no one said anything. Both the IRS agent and the
attorney were touched and flattered that the old preacher would ask them to
be with him during his final moment. They were also puzzled because the
preacher had never given any indication that he particularly liked either
one of them.

Finally, the lawyer asked, “Preacher, why did you ask the two of us to
come?”

The old preacher mustered up some strength, then said weakly, “Jesus died
between two thieves, and that’s how I want to go, too.”

Sewage Treatment
Yes, that’s right, sewage treatment. It’s one of those modern conveniences we take for granted but would desperately miss if it weren’t there; sort of like electricity or pizza delivery.
There are various processes for treating sewage, but the ultimate goal is to separate the liquid from the solids and bacteria so it can be safely returned to a lake or river. In some cases raw sewage is purified and returned to peoples’ homes in a water faucet a mere two feet from where it took its miserable plunge into the nether regions of the underworld only days earlier, but that’s not something I want to dwell on.
In case you were wondering, or just can’t stop reading, raw sewage is a mixture of undifferentiated household and industrial wastes, along with whatever people flush down the toilet while the cops are banging on their door. The byproduct, what’s left after all reusable liquid is removed, is a toxic sludge that is a result of removing impurities such as dioxin, motor oil, metals, bacteria, viruses, and the morning-after results of fraternity hazings. This toxic sludge is called, well, toxic sludge and is often used, controversially, to fertilize that which thrives on fecal bacteria, such as farm crops and political campaigns.
Despite best efforts there are still billions of people around the world who lack proper sewage treatment. In underdeveloped countries sewage is often simply dumped into the nearest body of what was formerly water. That’s why the Tigris River, which runs through Iraq and Turkey, packs the nasal punch of the New Orleans Convention Center five days after Hurricane Katrina. Can you even imagine what it must’ve smelled like prior to the advent of sewage treatment? Probably a lot like France. Sewage treatment is responsible for a higher quality of living and dramatically lowers the possibility of all sorts of disease. For that, you should be thankful. When you’re blessing your meal this Thanksgiving, loudly voice your appreciation and admiration of the sewage treatment process. On second thought, you may want to keep that to yourself.

According to their website, the “Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency

last night i wasn’t feeling very well. i finally got to doze off and had the strangest dream. we were at the BSM but it was in a building where the music anex is at in panam. and it was like one of these chappels you see in movies with stained glass walls and organs and all that. they had the wierdest imag system. it was sort of like songshow but only with one screen. so on the bottom part of that screen there was a button bar with the lyrics, and there was like one huge horizontal background that you could scroll left to right to chose the background. then the projector only showed the top portion of the screen but you could see the light behind the wall of the entire screen being blocked out. (big waste of space if you ask me) the leader of the group was doing some soft of upgrades to some peoples computers.. and i wasn’t even a part of the bsm but they were giving out schedules of who was going to go fix the computers telling certain people when they were doing it.. or i think they were planning when they were going to do it.. asking if tuesday or staurday was ok? i forget.. but then they asked me.. and i was like.. um… i think i already ahve something planned both days. but the strange part was i had planned to do just that.. argh.. it’s like even the schedules in my dreams are full. then i go to this person’s house to fix there pc and it was a mac sort of. yuck. i think the moral of the story is.. um..
um…
i forgot.. oh yea.. always wear socks that match.

now back to the task at hand…

George W. Bush
No, this isn’t a political endorsement; it’s just a reflection of what he has faced during his term as President. In the five years since George W. took office, this country has been through more tragedy and turmoil than the previous two decades combined. Think about it: 9/11, the Anthrax attacks, the Internet bubble collapse, the war in Afghanistan, the war in Iraq, North Korea, the space shuttle disaster, hurricanes of unprecedented frequency and magnitude and the Michael Jackson trial. That’s a lot to take on in five short years. The thing in common in all of those tragedies is that the country was comforted by a strong and decisive leader. Could any other Presidents have done a better job? Maybe; we’ll never know. But we do know that George W. was able to keep the country together by looking each one of us in the eye and telling us it would all be OK; and for that we are thankful. We just wish he would also tell people to buy more lottery tickets so we have a way to pay for all of this.

How did any of us function before Caller-ID? Can you even imagine a world that required answering the phone without knowing who’s on the other end? Think of what we as a nation could have done with all the time we spent talking to people we didn’t want to. We could’ve cured diseases, worked towards world peace or watched lots more TV. Instead? We picked up the phone and had to talk to Aunt Ruth for an hour and a half about her miserable marriage, all the while rolling our eyes and scouring our brains for clever ways to get off the phone. Then there were the telemarketers. You were almost afraid to answer the phone and hear that distant voice ask, “Yes, may I speak to Mr. Moonzo?