And now for something completely different...

Acapella It's Friday, The night is near, pata pata *pause pata pata pause (here come the drums)* It's Friday, We celebrate with beer beat beat beat beat The friends are gathering, The covers are being paid, The music will be wild tonight, And so will everyone around it, dun dun duuuunh dun dun duuuunh (the rythm of the Bass) Fill your glass again, Get ready to raise it high, We're going to party, We're going to party tonight, (the guitar comes crashing in with a courageous riff) The clinks are heard all around, Glasses touch glasses aloud, With unstoppable smiles, And beautifully twinkling eyes, The party takes off, It all starts at 5! music stops

So I'm alone, but at least I'm free

I'm feeling kind of low on blood this morning. I went to have a blood test. It was the first time I've ever had blood drawn. I'm 25, can you believe it?

It hurt. Not a lot, but it did hurt. It was disturbing to look over when I was done and see seven vials of various sizes filled with my blood laying on the table beside me.

Somehow the sight of the blood triggered a response in me that put me into a wild cold sweat. The nurse asked if I was okay and I said “Yeah, I'm fine. That's just a lot of my blood over there and it's in the wrong place. It's supposed to be inside of me.”

To which she said “It's really not that much.”

I'm going to try and start focusing more at work. This past week has been mostly a write-off. I've gotten things accomplished, but not at the same lightning speed as normal. I think it has to do with a lack of passion for what I'm working on. I really need to start my own company I think. Middleware development seems the place to be. It's only about a 120 million dollar industry right now, but analysts say it will get up to almost a half billion in the next 10 years.

I could use a piece of that action. It would be some pretty things in nice places. Of course I'm the kind of guy that if I made 5+ million I'd retire. Who needs work when there are so many better things to do?

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I almost bought a webcam today. I'm not sure why. I don't like having my picture taken in any form; analog or digital, moving or still. Now, the fact that the whole purpose of a webcam is to take pictures of yourself, it just makes it seem ludicrious that I would even think about buying one.

But…

There's always a but. It was shiny, and new, and I don't have one. Those are three good reasons to get one in my book. Thankfully I didn't by one, but I think I'm going to cave the next time I see one. What will I do with it? Hook it up to my computer, use it for a couple of days and never turn it on again? Like the rest of my geek toys?

Yeah, probably…

My living room is almost fully functional now. TV and surround sound is good to go. Game systems and DVD player are hooked up. Couches are in place. I've decided I need a third couch now though. Hopefully it will be here in the next couple of weeks.

I'm still not sure what to do with the rest of room though. It still seems so empty. I think I just need to find some things to put up on the walls.

I invoke law seven, of the laws of eight.

Sure, I doubt anyone who reads this will get the reference. I'm also sure that my brother-in-law would get it in under five minutes.

However, law seven is the way the world should work. It's the way the world would work if it were filled with honesty or at the very least honour. It is the way that parts of the world used to work.

Wars would be decided with a single life, instead of hundreds of thousands or millions. Life would be simpler. The world would be simpler.

Heh. Damn movies and the way they touch me.

Time to go grab another one off the shelf. It's going to be a late night I think. It seems my insomnia has come back to visit me for a while.

I guess I offended the sandman when I slapped him ;)

Faces in the Crowd

I'm not sure if this only happens to me. I suspect that it doesn't. I suspect that everyone goes through the same thing. You know, how you generally follow the same route to work, around the same time every day and there are people in the crowd that you start to recognize?

You see those people. You remember their faces. You remember their eyes. You start to wonder about them. What do they do. Where do the work. Who are they? You think about the best way to start a conversation with them out in the cold, sterile, world where if you say hello to a stranger they think you're going to beg for money or an escaped mental patient.

There is this woman I see on the way to work sometimes. She gets on one stop after I do and she gets off about six stops before me. She isn't especially beautiful in the traditional physical way. I'm sure a lot of people over look her when they themselves scan the crowd. We've locked eyes a few times though, and there is something there. There is something deep inside of her that is undeniably powerful, beautiful, and real. I don't think she knows it's there either.

I will never talk to her. She will never talk to me. That would mean breaking the rule of talking to a stranger on the metro, and the rule of breaking the silence. Part of me though, just wants to stop her someday and whisper “You're beautiful. Maybe everyone doesn't see it, but you really are.” and then just walk away.

Then I could spend everyother time that we see eachother in the crowd, wondering if what I said meant anything or changed anything in her life.

I need more sleep…