Daily Archives: January 22, 2004

Friday Five For January 23, 2004

At this moment, what is your favorite…

1. …song? Fallen by Sarah Mclachlan

2. …food? Spam, if you can believe it. I’ve just about eaten more spam this month than what I ate all of last year. Not that there is anything wrong with spam (It’s an essential part of an Asian diet), it’s just that I don’t remember the last time that I have had so much of it.

3. …tv show? There is only one show, Angel.

4. …scent? Had a craving for vanilla for awhile now…

5. …quote? “I’m hotter than fresh roadkill, baby”

Cuts to the heart…

Of course, there is a story behind this....

...But like Victoria, I think I'll keep it a secret a bit longer.

act of revenge.

How can I be bored at work

Well, I am. No receiving today, no transfers, nothing needs to be counted, nothing needs to be cleaned. Go, this felt like a day after inventory when we can’t do anything until the system is ready to go. Oh yeah, the system crashed too.
So I sent the guys home after Tim gave me an ass kicking at Chess. God, just three games ago I beat him in 7 moves, and now he has a 3-4 win streak going on. I really need to start playing other players.
There is a humming bird trapped in the ceiling of the warehouse. I have all the doors open and am praying that I don’t have to stay here until dark to wait for the fucker to leave. It’s not like it’s a pigeon, where I could get some popcorn and make a trail so that he would leave. Or borrow the BB gun from the paint shop next door and shoot it (Pigeons are considered the same class as rats in SF and it is legal to shoot and kill them).
Got my W-2 today. I think that I make a little more money than last year. I still don’t think that I took enough taxes out and will owe, but I will find out for sure this weekend when I do my taxes.
It’s not like I have totally been goofing off and playing Zuma all day long. I spent some time looking at box companies for boxes for the online orders, since I will have to order some soon. Problem is that I’m not sure that the warehouse will have room for the min quantity that I have to order.
Pissed off to hell with Barry. He was suppose to call and take me out to lunch today, but he never called. All I can say is that the bastard had better gotten the job he was interviewing for, cause I have been starving all day long.
Anyway, I think that I’m bored enough to play in the acct cage and organize it a bit. Will also rummage around to see if I can make a 20-30 ft net to try and catch the hummingbird.

Literary and Arts….

Vacaville H.S. Literary Journal, 1992

The Gallery was the High School English Poem and Art book that got published every year. Nothing like teen angst and the best of bad poetry in High School. Anyway, I’d had forgotten how many poems that Ivan had in this thing. All autographed too. Hmm. A number of other bastards poems and stories are included. Then there is this awful gem…

Chinese Zodiac

The jungles of Asia are where I tread.
I walk the jungle in my cloak of tan.
And when I am enraged, All lower with dread’
For I am the Tiger, king of the land.

You are the princess of the wind and air
High above in the clouds thus do you fly
You glide in the heavens without a care;
For you are the Dragon, angel of the sky

We see each other from the lands we command;
I from the ground, you from the sky that is yours.
We meet midway, far from our domains.
And with one small brief glance, our passion soared.

Unfortunately we grew apart from each other,
And we went away’ never again to see one another.

I think they included it just to meet their minority quota.