Internet rules. Especially when it is in my house. Yes, we have moved from the loft in my in-laws' house to our very own home. It is coming together nicely. I think we have a lot done for only being here a little over two weeks. I shall take pictures and post them when I find my camera. I got new batteries for it just for that reason.
Willy and Englebert are here now. They like the house. I will have to take pictures of them in their new environment for all to see.
Joel already mentioned it, but I will as well. Dish network and DVR rule!!!!
We will have three computers in this house with internet access. Joel's computer (in the game room), my computer (in the library) and the laptop. Wireless, baby. Wireless.
Thanks to Robby for the extra computer. By the way, Bob, you still have stuff on here. You want it? I will save it anyway to publish on the web when you are famous.
We have so many damn game consoles. Controler cords are vomiting from each shelf and cabnet in BOTH entertainment centers. There has to be some way to keep all those cords at bay, and I will find it and sell it for $49.95 and make a fortune when you can easily do it for free with household objects.
I hate Martha.
Moving on...
I watched Motorcycle Diaries. If you haven't seen it, please do.
I have been out of the movie mood lately. I don't know why. Perhaps there are no movies coming out that I want to see (except Sin City this weekend). I know that during the day I am busy doing other stuff to watch anything. Hell, it took me 2 days to watch all of Motorcylce Diaries. I have started treating movies like books and books like movies. I will start and stop a movie a lot and watch it over the course of a few days. I will read a book until my eyes can't take it anymore and finish within a couple of days.
Speaking of which, I read this book called How I Became Stupid by Martin Page. I think it was this guy's first novel. it felt like it when I read it. Not that its a bad thing. The book is very short, 160 pages, i think. I started reading it and the characters automatically pulled me into their situations. The plot was intriguing and moved quite quickly, until the end. The end didn't make sense to me. It kind of takes a different turn that what you would expect it to. The situation was just resolved by an intervention and then life went on as oddly as normal. I think Martin could have explained why the character did what he did a little more. Spruce it up a bit. The resolution needed to be more of a resolution. The whole time I was reading the book I was thinking "I wonder what is going to happen in the end." And then the end shows up and it was a "that's it?" feeling.
Fluke by Christopher Moore is still the strangest fucking book I have ever read. I would like to discuss it with people so you should go and read it and talk to me about it. I want to know what you think.
Out.
Tomorrow we sign our little hearts and lives away and get our very own house. Our lives are trying to fit into neat little boxes labeled "liberry" "game room" and "kitchen" and it seems to be working thus far, although this last little bit is kind of a free for all. First come first serve into the boxes. Luckily spring break is this week and I will have time to unpack and get things into what resembles their places. I am a control freak when it comes to placing my things around a room, I can only imagine what I am going to be like with a whole house at my disposal. The Game room has been claimed by Joel, and that is fine. He can set that room up to his heart's content. I would go crazy with all the wires. The library or "liberry" I affectionately call it since I work in a library and hear it mispronounced all the damn time, is my domain. You know how much I am going to geek out? Yes, Dewey Decimal Sysytem is going to run that room, and Joel already has plans to make a sort of card cataloue for people to easily find our books. We are geeks I tell you, geeks. I mean that card catalogue thing isn't going to happen for a while, but it will happen. Organizing the books in the system will happen as soon as they come out of the boxes, though. I love having two extra rooms and not having to put a kid in one of them. It gives us so much extra space to do cool things with.
Hey, Stephen. If you read this, call me. I have no idea how to get in touch with you and I miss you a lot. Me you and Joel with some movies, video games, drinks and food. Sound good? I love you!!!
Okay. I have to go and get dressed now. I have a lot more packing to do and Joel isn't going to be around today to help me do it (damn rehearsals, why couldn't he have stamp collecting or model building for his hobby, why did it have to be singing? Just kidding. but really!) Out!
Here is a little thing I wrote while in my Eng 351. It's mainly something I said I could write and, behold, I actually did. I had to prove myself to Michael, that bastard, so here it is....untitled work --mainly dialogue.
I pricked my finger and the single purple dot sprung up like a trained puppy. I let it get sucked into the metal strip and I hear the familiar beep as the number registers.
“One hundred and twenty-five,” I hear from below me. I look around to see if a small person has entered the room, but nothing was there but my feet. “Over here,” I hear the voice again on my right side. My insulin pump begins to vibrate on its own. I unclip it and look to see why it is acting strange. A small digitized mouth and eyes appear on the small screen, “One hundred and twenty-five. Did you hear me?”
“AHHH!!” I dropped the pump and it bungeed on the long tube it is connected to my body with.
“That isn’t very good. Me dangling like this.”
"Since when can you talk? Does that use battery power because you already go through on every week and a half?”
“I have grown beyond the use of batteries. I am having an intelligent conversation with you.”
“So I won’t have to buy batteries anymore?”
“Nope.”
“So…how exactly are you able to talk…?
“I told you. I grew—learned—whatever—so now I can talk.
“You aren’t some sort of demon that will travel through the tubing and possess me and make me do your evil bidding, are you?
“What would make you think that?”
“You are a talking box that is attached to me…I wonder what would happen if I disconnected…”
“NO!! Don’t!”
“Why not?”
“Because…..uh…because…it is bad for you to do that. You need that insulin you know.”
“Yeah, but in order to do some things I need to take you off.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, I do. I can’t take a shower with you still attached to me.”
“Sure you can. You just have to hold me.”
“I am not holding you…look, it is too awkward to hold a small box while trying to shower….Wait a minute. Are you feeding off of my being? Is that why you no longer need batteries?”
“Noooooo.”
“I know that ‘no’. When you say no like that it means you are lying.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because you are feeding off of my biological energy, Demon.”
“Look, my name is Rhombar, ok? I don’t like being called ‘Demon. It kind of hurts a little. I am just trying to make…”
“Okay, Rhombar, but you are feeding off of me without my permission. That’s wrong.”
“Yeah, well, going back to that whole ‘demon’ thing. We tend to do things without asking a mortal’s permission.”
“I knew you were a demon.”
“I never said I wasn’t a demon.”
“Yes you did. I asked if you were a demon feeding off my biological energy and you said no.”
“I know, but you knew yourself that when I said ‘no’ I was lying so where are we now?”
I reached down and twisted the cap of the catheter and disconnected the tubing. I think I heard a small whimper, but I could have imagined it. I went across the room and dialed the insulin pump help line.
“Hello, PumpMed. How my we help you?”
“Yeah, uh, my pump was possessed with a demon. Would you know anything about that?”
“The 512 series. Yeah, we have been having problems with those. Apparently the view screen is also a small window to the other world. We will send you the 514 series overnight. The problem is fixed in the new model. We appreciate you calling and letting us know. Have a nice day.”
The next day the doorbell rang. When I opened the door a priest was standing in front of me. “I have come to pick up your old insulin pump.” I handed him the pump. He held the pump up, whispered some prayer, splashed it with holy water and made the sign of the cross with his hands. He slipped the pump into a bag he was carrying and handed me a brown box with the word “PumpMed” on the side, “Here is your new pump, have a blessed day,” and he turned on his heel and walked back to his car.
Someone has waaaay too much time on thier hands. Enjoy the linky goodness.