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9.30.2006

You know what? Good day today. I like those.

Hey! I'm retiring this thing today, aren't I?

Fixed my DVR. I would have done so sooner, but I had to clear all the recordings off first. So now every few minutes I hit the pause button just because I can.

Went to dinner with my cousin tonight. That was nice.

Replaced all my lightbulbs today. That was helpful. For seeing and stuff.

That's all I got. Consider this fucker retired.

9.25.2006

This morning around 11:00 I was up at the counter and some woman needed help making some copies of a newspaper. She seemed somewhat normal but just a bit off. Kind of dowdy, mid-40s, slightly agitated. Whatever.

Turns out she was copying an article about being prepared for the Apocalypse. An article that was in fact what had her upset. So upset that she had to put a piece of paper over the image that went with it because it scared her so much.

Now at this point I should mention that I try very very hard not to pay attention to what people are copying for fear that they will try and tell me all about it. Especially when it comes to religion. Plus it's none of my business.

So I silently helped her copy the two pages of the article as she explained that she had just found it and that she was making a copy for her sister as well. And how important the information was and how she had no idea about any of it before just now.

Her eyes had been opened, people!

And I continued just nodding along silently as she kept twittering away all freaked out about this article.

Then she told me that I might even want to read it because it really would open my eyes about the Apocalypse.

I couldn't hold it any longer. I just couldn't.

So I turned to her and said, "You know that it's satire... right?"

"It's what?"

"Satire. The Onion—that newspaper—is satire. The article is supposed to be funny."

Blank stare. Then, "Well, it still has a lot of comprehensive information about the Apocalypse." And she went on about her business.

I nodded and backed away slowly.

Later as she was paying for the copies, she was still talking about this article and how much it had upset her. Finally, she said to me, "Now I have to go home and research all the stuff in this article I didn't even know about!"

I tried one last time in my best Very Serious Girl voice:

"You know that none of it is real, right? In the article? The Onion makes it all up. You understand that? Right?"

I think she finally did get it, because she suddenly looked rather embarassed and hurried out of the place as fast as her little legs could carry her.

So when I got home of course I had to track down the article.

Now I was trying to keep an open mind. Maybe it was easy to think this article was real. Maybe there was a level of subtlety involved in this particular article that I had heretofore never experienced in reading The Onion.

Some excerpts:


REPORT: Majority Of Americans Unprepared For Apocalypse
September 13, 2006 | Issue 42•37


... Despite "more than ample warning" for the most likely means of worldwide destruction, less than one million American households have taken even the simplest precautions against nuclear shockwaves, asteroid impact, or a host of angels bearing swords of fire, the study concluded....


.. One of the few survival measures that fulfills the Institute's recommendations for most catastrophes—natural, manmade, or spiritual—is a mile-deep, lead-lined subterranean vault built to shield a pre-selected breeding group of humans until they can safely return to the planet's surface. However, only two American citizens, both in Idaho, were found to have begun even the most cursory planning stages of this kind of race-preserving chamber.

..."I just renovated my house with cantilevered leaden cofferdams for increased earthquake and radiation protection, and I'm working on a pantheistic altar to appease the god or gods most likely to return to this world with an insatiable wrath," said Seattle resident Tim Hanson, whose actions were praised in the study as a "highly rare display of prescience and vigilance." More...


Helpful resource indeed.

9.23.2006

Stupid DVR. It's slowly dying on me and there's nothing I can do about it until I get rid of all the recorded episodes. Which is partially why I haven't had much to say. Thankfully I'm down to only four episodes (two Simpsons and two Stargates) but unfortunately so is my recording space, which claims it is 94% full. Cha right, as if.

The other reason I've been quiet as of late is because my client work has picked up. Nice.

The final reason is because I've had nothing to say. Nothing all that interesting anyway. Lucky for me, Sunday rants are traditionally dull in nature, so I get to write about nothing.

Woo hoo! Minneapolis Cops episode! And I don't think I've seen this one. And I can't tape it. Crap.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Sunday night TV just isn't the same as it was five years ago. The FOX line-up alone kept me occupied from about 6 PM to 2 AM easy. A lot of it was pretty cheesy, but it was entertaining.

These days it gets to be Fundie infomercials by 11:30.

9.18.2006

I currently have two people with flashlights doing something in the backyard of the murder house next door. I would try and check it out, but I don't want to be spotted. My windows aren't that far off the ground.

Although the newest crop still seems to be coming and going on a regular basis. So that's good. But I swear, if they suddenly all disappear like the others and then dumpsters show up and get filled up repeatedly with all manner of household items...

I'm just sayin'.

9.15.2006

Storms are on the way. I feel it in my bones.

Oh, and the weather report says so.

I went out earlier this afternoon to run errands and in typical Saturday fashion felt like everyone was looking at me funny. So I scurried back to my apartment.

But I got beef jerky in the process. Ain't nothin' wrong with that.

Seriously, I love me some beef jerky.

I haven't had much to write lately. Partly stress, partly other crap, partly nothing interesting. Last time I had this much trouble I engineered a writers strike at planetclaire.org.

No writers strike this time.

No cat either. She's gone into histrionics mode. When I go into the kitchen she cries like she's dying from starvation. Otherwise she's pouting in my room.

Let me just assure the casual reader that the girl gets a fair amount of food.

9.10.2006

Hee hee. I got all shiny sparkly about Fall and then woke up this morning with a bit of a cold.

It's completely my fault, since I slept with my windows open, so I really can't complain. Well I can complain and probably will, I just shouldn't complain.

So there you go.

I'm not doing anything today. Usually I feel guilty about that but not this weekend. This weekend I get a pass. 'Cause my week sucked.

One bright spot: after being made to feel stupid on Thursday, I went in to work on Friday and inquired whether the person they had brought in to fix some computer problems (and the main person who treated me like an imbecile) had fixed anything at all.

Nope. I felt better.

Anyway, Ramona is in full agreement with me about taking a day off and has camped out on the couch with me. She's my favorite roommate ever. If only she'd start chipping in on the rent.

9.09.2006

It's cold in the Twin Cities. Around 55 degrees. And overcast. Sort of just a gray cold day. I woke up this morning and my first thought was, Why is it so cold in my room?

Totally awesome.

I love this time of year. I love it when it gets dark earlier and earlier. I love that we get to pull out sweaters and jackets. I love the crispness in the air.

I once had a conversation with someone who told me that he always listened to Son Volt in the Fall. Now I personally think any day is a good day for Son Volt, but I understand the connection.

Fall is comforting. So is Son Volt.

9.06.2006

09.06.06

Hm. I find it slightly weird that Harrold Perrineau's last word on Dead Like Me was "Namaste". When shows weirdly collide.

I haven't come up with a good rant. But I did film me thoroughly pissing off Ramona.

Don't think less of me.

Oh, and the file is rather big,

9.01.2006

I watched the VMAs tonight. Words cannot do justice.

Nah, they totally can, but that shit was just so horrid that my rant went to a dark place.

MTV needs to admit they are neither relevant nor about music. I think the world would be a better place for it.

And I get that they make jokes about that in ads these days, but the ads aren't funny.