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Oct. 5th, 2002 01:39 amWhile living in southeast Portland, and working at Western Bank in Beaverton, my usual route was to ride the 4-Division bus downtown, and from there, catch the train to the Beaverton Central stop. Being that there's various clinics, "homes" and whatnot on Division, it was common for there to be a lot of elderly women getting on and off the bus at any given stop.
One day, I was sitting in the 2nd row back, on the right. The bus came to a stop at one of it's usual places, lowered itself, and one such elderly lady got on. I'd seen her before; she always wore knee-length skirts, jackets worthy of any local Baptist church, white hose, and flats. She was also particularly nice, and would always at least smile and nod to everyone on board. She was feeling chatty that day I suppose. She made casual conversation, laughed, and it was all very pleasant. She had someone pull the cord for her, the bus stopped again, and she made her way down the steps.
One thing wasn't right, however, and judging from the direction of others' stares, I wasn't the only one who noticed that she had completely emptied her bladder. The back of her skirt, and the seat she was sitting in, were both soaked. If she noticed herself, she gave no indication, and as she got off alone, noone else from the bus informed her, either.
Several stops passed, and no mention was made of the lady's innocent incontinence that I heard. Not among the existing passengers, and not to the next, much younger, lady who failed to remember a rule of public transit: always look before you sit.
I wonder if I should feel guilty. I was closest, so should the responsibility have fallen on me to let the woman know? She must have noticed the seat was warmer than it should have been, if it had merely been another bum resting there before hers. I assume it would be, anyway. Having always made certain to not sit in wet seats before, I wouldn't know through experience.
One day, I was sitting in the 2nd row back, on the right. The bus came to a stop at one of it's usual places, lowered itself, and one such elderly lady got on. I'd seen her before; she always wore knee-length skirts, jackets worthy of any local Baptist church, white hose, and flats. She was also particularly nice, and would always at least smile and nod to everyone on board. She was feeling chatty that day I suppose. She made casual conversation, laughed, and it was all very pleasant. She had someone pull the cord for her, the bus stopped again, and she made her way down the steps.
One thing wasn't right, however, and judging from the direction of others' stares, I wasn't the only one who noticed that she had completely emptied her bladder. The back of her skirt, and the seat she was sitting in, were both soaked. If she noticed herself, she gave no indication, and as she got off alone, noone else from the bus informed her, either.
Several stops passed, and no mention was made of the lady's innocent incontinence that I heard. Not among the existing passengers, and not to the next, much younger, lady who failed to remember a rule of public transit: always look before you sit.
I wonder if I should feel guilty. I was closest, so should the responsibility have fallen on me to let the woman know? She must have noticed the seat was warmer than it should have been, if it had merely been another bum resting there before hers. I assume it would be, anyway. Having always made certain to not sit in wet seats before, I wouldn't know through experience.
I finally saw Moulin Rouge. It's probably the best musical I've ever seen. Yay.
Mom's babysitting my cousin today.
This week has been completely lacking in productivity.
My hair is at that length where every morning it stands up in a gigantic salt-n-pepper halo.
uhm..
yeah, that's all.
(one other thing: I hate ants.)
Mom's babysitting my cousin today.
This week has been completely lacking in productivity.
My hair is at that length where every morning it stands up in a gigantic salt-n-pepper halo.
uhm..
yeah, that's all.
(one other thing: I hate ants.)
braiiiinns
Sep. 27th, 2002 06:13 ami've been playing tales of phantasia for six hours.
*breaks fingers*
there.. now I can go to sleep.
though, really, the fact that I've been screwing around in moria for the past hour, only to put the hints together and realise I have to get the other spirits first (duh! big red truck!), is deterrent enough.
whee
*breaks fingers*
there.. now I can go to sleep.
though, really, the fact that I've been screwing around in moria for the past hour, only to put the hints together and realise I have to get the other spirits first (duh! big red truck!), is deterrent enough.
whee
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Sep. 26th, 2002 01:52 pmRain! Finally! Our grass was dying.
Rain always makes me wanna stay in bed all day, in the good way.
Hail Satan.
Rain always makes me wanna stay in bed all day, in the good way.
Hail Satan.
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Sep. 25th, 2002 03:13 pmFixed the vacuum, finally.. discovered it was just a broken wire in the motor.
Plugged it in, got to vacuuming.. and discovered something else.
Bissel sucks.
Somebody buy me one of these.
what the hell? a hoover would bring me bliss? what's up with that?
Plugged it in, got to vacuuming.. and discovered something else.
Bissel sucks.
Somebody buy me one of these.
what the hell? a hoover would bring me bliss? what's up with that?
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Sep. 24th, 2002 04:40 pmSomething I never expected to hear from Michael...
"I'm glad you're my brother."
These past couple weeks have been nauseatingly positive. :P
"I'm glad you're my brother."
These past couple weeks have been nauseatingly positive. :P
reassured, cleansed.
Sep. 23rd, 2002 02:32 amPatrik continues to be a person that affirms faith in humanity. I don't have the words to convey how truly wonderful and neccesary he is.
Ice-cold waterfalls, limestone caverns, and pitch-black earth that smells of a century of decay is thoroughly cleansing. It drains the tension right out.
It is indeed possible to thrust myself into a social situation, get over my petty bullshit, and experience the comfort and support of others without my hyper-analytical, skeptic, judgemental, bitter nonsense getting in the way.
The performances at IDA were all fantastic, fantastic, fantastic. Bitch & Animal's confidence makes me feel strong, CJ's sadness makes me cry, Yolanda's ecstatic self-acceptance makes me feel good about myself. (I'm leaving performances out. Ten hours of concert, miles of hiking, and riding high on emotions makes me forgetful. they know they rock, anyway. :P)
Summary:
fuckyeah.
(by the by. "Adventure" is getting a flat on the interstate, and getting assistance from an elderly lady driving a truck who happens to be tripping her balls off on shrooms and on her way to rehab. Long sentence? Long drive! fitting.)
Ice-cold waterfalls, limestone caverns, and pitch-black earth that smells of a century of decay is thoroughly cleansing. It drains the tension right out.
It is indeed possible to thrust myself into a social situation, get over my petty bullshit, and experience the comfort and support of others without my hyper-analytical, skeptic, judgemental, bitter nonsense getting in the way.
The performances at IDA were all fantastic, fantastic, fantastic. Bitch & Animal's confidence makes me feel strong, CJ's sadness makes me cry, Yolanda's ecstatic self-acceptance makes me feel good about myself. (I'm leaving performances out. Ten hours of concert, miles of hiking, and riding high on emotions makes me forgetful. they know they rock, anyway. :P)
Summary:
I FEEL BETTER!
fuckyeah.
(by the by. "Adventure" is getting a flat on the interstate, and getting assistance from an elderly lady driving a truck who happens to be tripping her balls off on shrooms and on her way to rehab. Long sentence? Long drive! fitting.)
The day before we left for San Antonio, Mom plugged in the sewing machine and hemmed a pair of pants.
In doing so, she unplugged the deep freeze.
I think you see where this is going, yes?
That's right. Forty pounds of cow, a good amount of deer, some leftover catfish and chicken, and blood. Gallons of blood.
Mr. Freeze, meet Ms. Bleach. I'm sure you'll make a great couple.
In doing so, she unplugged the deep freeze.
I think you see where this is going, yes?
That's right. Forty pounds of cow, a good amount of deer, some leftover catfish and chicken, and blood. Gallons of blood.
Mr. Freeze, meet Ms. Bleach. I'm sure you'll make a great couple.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Sep. 16th, 2002 08:01 pm*bounces* *fidgets* *twiddles*
what's the deal? I'm all hyper/anxious/restless, but can't pinpoint it.
It's confirmed I'm going to Idapalooza; we leave Wednesday and come back Sunday. I'm definitely excited about that, but enough to cause this much anxiety? Perhaps. Combined with the San Antonio trip, after this week I'll have been more social than everything I've done this summer combined. Just as well, perhaps; it's only fitting to thrust myself into groups more often after deciding that being more social would be a Good Thing.
After I get back from IDA, I've gotta get a job. Whee! Small-town employment! I can see it now:
"Hey, coworker. What'd you do this week?"
"I went and partied with a bunch of faggots and genderfucks out in the woods."
yeah.
*goes to find something to occupy himself*
what's the deal? I'm all hyper/anxious/restless, but can't pinpoint it.
It's confirmed I'm going to Idapalooza; we leave Wednesday and come back Sunday. I'm definitely excited about that, but enough to cause this much anxiety? Perhaps. Combined with the San Antonio trip, after this week I'll have been more social than everything I've done this summer combined. Just as well, perhaps; it's only fitting to thrust myself into groups more often after deciding that being more social would be a Good Thing.
After I get back from IDA, I've gotta get a job. Whee! Small-town employment! I can see it now:
"Hey, coworker. What'd you do this week?"
"I went and partied with a bunch of faggots and genderfucks out in the woods."
yeah.
*goes to find something to occupy himself*
Don't cough on me, armadillo!
Sep. 15th, 2002 01:44 pmHi folks. I'm back from San Antonio.
It as a pretty uneventful trip.. I slept most of the drive down, and most of the drive back.
Wednesday evening I, my sister, my parents, my dad's business partner, and the partner's assistants went out to dinner at Casa del Rio. That was.. um.. nice. Afterwards my sister and I stopped at a bar for a drink, but left pretty quickly because we couldn't hear each other... and went right back to the same bar about an hour later with her boyfriend. Whee.
Thursday was spent sitting around her apartment, playing video games with her roommate.
Friday was dinner at her boss' house; he grilled steaks, which were tasty.
Yesterday I, my sister, and our parents went to Corpus Christi to go to the beach, where we all got sunburn, and I was stung by a jellyfish on my right foot.
Left to come home shortly after that, and here I am.
Conclusions:
The person staying at my sister's apartment temporarily is kind of annoying( , and here's me bitching about him. )
I like her real roommate, however. And crushing on straight boys is bad.
I am continually in awe of my sister's ability to do whatever she wants. She's 21 years old, will have ownership in her company by christmas, and ownership in the franchise in a year. This on top of school, the army, and maintaining a relationship.
San Antonio's pretty cool. I don't get along with the weather, however. I like dark and rainy; SA is bright and dry. Sister keeps implying I should move down there with her.
Jimmy Eats World kind of reminds me of Placebo, sans nasally androgyne.
uhm.. that's all.
Now I should go call Patrik, or Guy&Louis. Apparently my presence on the trip to Idapalooza is greatly desired; my lack of cash worries me, however. We'll see.
It as a pretty uneventful trip.. I slept most of the drive down, and most of the drive back.
Wednesday evening I, my sister, my parents, my dad's business partner, and the partner's assistants went out to dinner at Casa del Rio. That was.. um.. nice. Afterwards my sister and I stopped at a bar for a drink, but left pretty quickly because we couldn't hear each other... and went right back to the same bar about an hour later with her boyfriend. Whee.
Thursday was spent sitting around her apartment, playing video games with her roommate.
Friday was dinner at her boss' house; he grilled steaks, which were tasty.
Yesterday I, my sister, and our parents went to Corpus Christi to go to the beach, where we all got sunburn, and I was stung by a jellyfish on my right foot.
Left to come home shortly after that, and here I am.
Conclusions:
The person staying at my sister's apartment temporarily is kind of annoying( , and here's me bitching about him. )
I like her real roommate, however. And crushing on straight boys is bad.
I am continually in awe of my sister's ability to do whatever she wants. She's 21 years old, will have ownership in her company by christmas, and ownership in the franchise in a year. This on top of school, the army, and maintaining a relationship.
San Antonio's pretty cool. I don't get along with the weather, however. I like dark and rainy; SA is bright and dry. Sister keeps implying I should move down there with her.
Jimmy Eats World kind of reminds me of Placebo, sans nasally androgyne.
uhm.. that's all.
Now I should go call Patrik, or Guy&Louis. Apparently my presence on the trip to Idapalooza is greatly desired; my lack of cash worries me, however. We'll see.
it's *amazing* what the vibration of a weedeater can do for relieving tension in your shoulders.
as a kid (under 10), I found myself in a wierd mental state from time to time. It stopped for awhile, and I didn't get it again 'till I was about 18. These past few months it's happened more than ever, at least once a week.. usually for only a few minutes at a time..
bear with me if this doesn't make any sense. I've never put it into words.
things that I'm focusing on.. go.. big. like, it'll zoom in, go back to original, in and out, repeatedly, always in the same rhythm. At the same time my focal point is "zooming", what I'm hearing gets louder.
how much the "zoom" is, and how much the volume of my surroundings goes up, depends on how intense the feeling is.
it also happens in my thoughts. I tend to think visually and in words at the same time -- I'll see a picture of what I'm thinking about, and hear a stream of words in my own voice describing it, all at once. the zooming thing happens to the mental image, the volume change happens to the sounds associated with that image, but not to the words describing it.
when I'm not looking at any object in particular, say, walking down the hall, the zoom doesn't happen, but my sense of depth is off. The hallway will seem much longer. I'm still able to maneuver just fine, so it's apparently not affecting my judgement of space, just the visuals -- it seems like I'm moving fast to make up for the greater length.
when it's particularly intense, using a computer becomes pretty near impossible. the "physics" of 2D space flies out the window when none of the objects on the screen stay the same size.
as for the sensation associated with it... it's.. fuzzy. like my head is full of cotton, but I can think just fine.
anybody know what the hell that's all about?
as a kid (under 10), I found myself in a wierd mental state from time to time. It stopped for awhile, and I didn't get it again 'till I was about 18. These past few months it's happened more than ever, at least once a week.. usually for only a few minutes at a time..
bear with me if this doesn't make any sense. I've never put it into words.
things that I'm focusing on.. go.. big. like, it'll zoom in, go back to original, in and out, repeatedly, always in the same rhythm. At the same time my focal point is "zooming", what I'm hearing gets louder.
how much the "zoom" is, and how much the volume of my surroundings goes up, depends on how intense the feeling is.
it also happens in my thoughts. I tend to think visually and in words at the same time -- I'll see a picture of what I'm thinking about, and hear a stream of words in my own voice describing it, all at once. the zooming thing happens to the mental image, the volume change happens to the sounds associated with that image, but not to the words describing it.
when I'm not looking at any object in particular, say, walking down the hall, the zoom doesn't happen, but my sense of depth is off. The hallway will seem much longer. I'm still able to maneuver just fine, so it's apparently not affecting my judgement of space, just the visuals -- it seems like I'm moving fast to make up for the greater length.
when it's particularly intense, using a computer becomes pretty near impossible. the "physics" of 2D space flies out the window when none of the objects on the screen stay the same size.
as for the sensation associated with it... it's.. fuzzy. like my head is full of cotton, but I can think just fine.
anybody know what the hell that's all about?
damn lawnmower.. the choke is stuck. took the carb apart to get at it, and lo, the choke itself works fine (the rust in the lid wasn't a good sign, however)... something in the wire. I also discovered that the body isn't in the proper slots. It's just kind of resting around the engine. Something is off-kilter with the blades and the belt keeps falling off. You'd think dad would take care of his expensive machinery.
internal combustion + negligence != mowed lawn.
swearing != repair.
Anyway, tomorrow morning at 5am we leave for San Antonio. My sister says she's trying to figure out which of her friends are available which days so I'll have company while she's at work and the parents are at the convention. Whee... scheduled alone time with complete strangers.
Dad's been sick, and my throat&lungs feel scratchy. If this turns into another Bronchitis Vacation Week, I'm going to murder someone. I will. I promise.
Saturday we're going down to the beach by Corpus Christi. Shannon says it's not a "nice" beach, but, hell, it's the ocean.
Mmm. Ocean.
weather.com says it should be nice. Here's to hoping.
internal combustion + negligence != mowed lawn.
swearing != repair.
Anyway, tomorrow morning at 5am we leave for San Antonio. My sister says she's trying to figure out which of her friends are available which days so I'll have company while she's at work and the parents are at the convention. Whee... scheduled alone time with complete strangers.
Dad's been sick, and my throat&lungs feel scratchy. If this turns into another Bronchitis Vacation Week, I'm going to murder someone. I will. I promise.
Saturday we're going down to the beach by Corpus Christi. Shannon says it's not a "nice" beach, but, hell, it's the ocean.
Mmm. Ocean.
weather.com says it should be nice. Here's to hoping.
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Sep. 3rd, 2002 03:19 pmMy eyes hurt.
I'm tired.
I have indigestion.
This is good music.
I think I'm supposed to be doing something this weekend, but I don't remember what.
Next week I'm going to San Antonio to stay with my sister for a eight days.
Which probably means I won't be going to IDApalooza, but we'll see, I guess.
I'm tired.
I have indigestion.
This is good music.
I think I'm supposed to be doing something this weekend, but I don't remember what.
Next week I'm going to San Antonio to stay with my sister for a eight days.
Which probably means I won't be going to IDApalooza, but we'll see, I guess.
