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Yeah, I admit, I avoid alcohol by choice. I do not want to be like my dad was. So, the best thing to do it to avoid it. But, if I had the money, I'd drown my sorrows every once in a while.

Unfortunately, it appears I may need this medication for peripheral neuropathy. Now, if I somehow slept on a large pile of money instead of a matress which would mean I'm financially set enough to use alcohol to self medicate myself I would do it in an instant. But, as usual, I've no choice. Plus, I've no friends to go out and with. And, the fact that I don't drink might put a dampener on that, too.

Which explains the strange new NBC offering, TARDIS Or No TARDIS?

Actually, my bollocks have begun talking to me rather loudly lately. And, by lately, over the last 9 years. They tell me they want release. And, I wish I could help them. But, looks like all there is is

Yes, every All Hallow's Eve, the Great Pumpkin rises from the pumpkin patch to snatch unsuspecting kids off the streets to scoop out their brains and eyes and use their empty, severed skulls for trick or treat bags. "Trick or treat!" HOLDS UP KID'S SKULL TURNED UPSIDE DOWN, JAW MISSING, BRAIN PAN AND EYESOCKETS EMPTY TO WOMAN AT DOOR TO HAVE TREATS DROPPED INTO IT "OH, MY FUCKING GOD! Get the SHIT away from me!"

Here in this country, we call it shit.

Vegemite... now that I think about it... sounds like a vegetable explosive.

Honestly, the story I told about how I learned wasn't real was fact.

Cobblers? Last I checked cobblers were both shoemakers and the desserts they ate. As for medication, I am on one real doozy right now. Gabapentin. Let me copy and paste how I described it somewhere else: Go, go, go! Gaba, gaba-pentin! Wow... now that I've had a month for my system to become saturated by gabapentin (aka Neurontin) it's amazing what one's definition of "dizziness" and "disorientation" is. Both were listed as possible side effects. Let me define what these words mean to me under the effects of this stuff. My right hand feels like it's floating on top of the water, like a drowned person's would. e.g. like my father's was. My left hand is surprisingly somewhat normal. There's a weight on my shoulders feeling like I'm being forced forward. And, it's not the world or my own crushing emotional losses and defeat doing that. My head, in order to feel this way, must have been removed, turned upside down, and my receding hair line attached to the gaping hole in my neck, with my face towards my back. "Why didn't anyone tell me my ass was so big?!" Oh, and let's not even discuss trying to walk like a normal person anymore. I will just leave it as an exercise for the reader to imagine a Return Of The Living Dead zombie except he moves like a standard Romero zombie. He can talk, reason, etc. but moves as if he's fighting off rigor mortis. And, the sheer number of typoes already corrected... those that pass my notice lately aren't even possible to count.

He was always aiming for the Adam's Apple by mistake.

Just you wait! They'll start taking up curling speed stacking!

What's this e-mail with the Subject "Stinky Cheese" in Swahili? And... why do I feel this irresistable urge to legally change my name to Reggie? OH, NO! VIRUS ALERT! HIT DELETE BEFORE SOMEONE GETS HURT!

Well, since I never even got a reply to my suggestion to call an external burner of the user's choice for multi-track images as an interim suggestion this suggestion will probably meet a similar fate.

Am I the only one who finds it more than a little ironic that NBC now airs a show called Friday Night Lights on a Tuesday?

After installing IE 7 (Might as well install it, learn it, figure out the bugs that can't be fixed, iron out the ones that can, BEFORE I am forced to have it installed.) something appeared in the System Tray. Some folder icons with Options and Restore. After selecting one, I forget, it just disappeared. Never to return. So, anyone know what this should have been?

And, surely this can't be a coincidence... but, Firefox 2.0 may be "officially" outed tomorrow. It's already available some places like 9down, but may just be Release Candidate 3.

Which brings me to a point I've made a few times in other venues, so, might as well say it here. People wonder why kids grow up to be rebellious against their parents, have no respect for edlers, etc. I say the answer is easy. We lie to them. Thus, they can't ever have any respect for those older than they are. Seeds of distrust are sewn early on. Parents tell us they love us, yet, tell us of the Easter Bunny. Parents tell us that Jesus loves us, and then tell us of Santa Claus. They tell us of the tooth fairy... and then tell us when we're too old for such shit that the tooth fairy, the Easter Bunny, and Santa never existed... but, we do still love you and Jesus is real! Well, fuck, WHAT is a child SUPPOSED to believe?! How can anyone just pick and choose what they're told is real when who they believed everything they said suddenly comes clean. THEN, STILL wants you to believe something like a guy split into 3 beings, part of who came down here to kill himself for us because he loves us, too?

Now, in all seriousness I was fairly traumatized by how I learned wasn't real. I forget how young I was, fairly young. And, one Christmas, I was thinking of all these gifts I'd gotten, and that Santa brought them, and, I started crying. And, my mother asked me what the problem was. I told her that I was sad that Santa had gotten me all these things... but... my own parents didn't get me anything. #39;( Some beadred weirdie potentially pedophile creep left me all these fabulous things on the door steps and ran like a madman... and my parents, who I thought loved me, didn't get me a single gift! Yeah, I was dumb. Of course, then, they told me... I felt better... and so bad, guilty, and stupid for having believed them in the first place when they told me those damn lies of a diabetic old flying around with flea infested deer to deliver gifts all over the world in one night!

I was actually fairly traumatized when I learned the Easter Bunny wasn't real. I was hunting for Easter Eggs when I found myself alone and Christ himself appeared to me. He shrieked like a mad god, "Don't you believe I died for you, young man?! Here, put your fingers in the holes in my hands! In my side!" And he seized me and forced to me know him like few had, by the prints of the nails in his hands! Then, to add injury to insult, he beat me with a cross and stole the few eggs I had found for himself! So much for the 8th/7th Commandment! #39;(

Would make the game more enjoyable! The disk, whatever the Hell that thing is called (The curl?) is actually a time delayed land mine. That's why the two dorks are so busy brushing in front of it. They don't want to die. The goal is the mine must be stopped within that circular area or else the timer will not be disabled. Otherwise, eventually...

Oh, you mean this Vegemite is actually wombat paste?!

It's hard to have an ego when your career consists of wiping a broom hurredly in front of a large disc being shoved at you for no readily apparent reason.

Checked Wikipedia. It seems to be: a dark brown, salty food paste made from yeast extract, mainly used as a spread on sandwiches and toast, though occasionally used in cooking Okay. That's about as far as I need to know. It's just some kind of weird food paste. Okay.

I'm still not exactly sure what these products are. A vegetable spread of some sort?

Well, not anymore, obviously. But, I was not aware he was still alive. Lived to be 96. She played the mother on a classic American sitcom that I don't know if those on the other side of the pond ever got. Called Father Knows Best. She also played Spock's mother in Star Trek. On a somewhat related note, also just now learned that Phyllis Kirk passed on. She had lots of credits in the early days of TV which, probably, the tapes no longer survive. But, one lasting role of note is the female lead of the classic Vincent Price movie, House Of Wax.