Ozma "At Work”

2006_12_21 ryen, dan, kenn working – Google Video

“Coffee shop girl! Not a song by Ozma!”

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Know Not

People who believe in the conspiracy theories about how a plane “couldn’t cause a building like the World Trade Center to fall” obviously haven’t studied construction.

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Two down, four to go

I know (or have a rough feeling) what I’ll be recieving for two of my classes gradewise. Both fairly good. Sadly, I have umpteen more credits unknown that could throw a gnarled monkeywrench into the cogs.

My GPA last semester was a 3.76 I think between this semester and last, I might average a 3.00, if that gives you any indication how rough this past four months have been to me. This will probably be my first semester with a GPA under 3.00 since first semester freshman year. But who knows, maybe I’ll luck out and my profs just wont want to grade my finals. Or some other miracle, like the yooper rapture occurs.

Check out Wikipedia’s Yooper dialect entry. Pretty good stuff.

Home

I’m in Midland. For those who care, quick rundown of the drive…

1. Nearly got pulled over for speeding on M28 in the UP. Cop was hiding in the snowmobile trail. Turned his lights on, pulled out behind me, and then turned around and went after another dude.
2. Nearly hit a bear. Yeah, not a deer, a BEAR. Decent sized fellow. Scampered in to the woods after I swerved to miss him.
3. Nearly got pulled over, part two. Going 80ish to pass a guy on one of the few passing lanes, and a cop breezed by me. Was going after someone else I suppose.
4. Nearly got pulled over, part three; the oddest of them all. On M77 (I believe) there is a single gas station in, literally, the midst of nothing. It’s just there. The only thing for 10 miles that’s lit up. Anyway, it was about 6pm or so, already completely dark and I’m driving by at the yooper speed limit (64mph), and there’s a state trooper filling up his SUV cruiser. He’s in uniform seemingly, but has a Red Wings sweatshirt on. He waves to me; a kind of “How you doin?” wave. This strikes me as odd, since he can’t really see if I wave back. I get about a quarter mile down, and all of a sudden I see his lights go on. There is nobody for 5 miles in front or behind me, so the trooper has to be coming for me, right? Nope. Nothing happens. So perplexed.

Now I’m here with Jill, and happy as a pig in mud.

T Minus

8 hours to go before it hurts. 14 hours before I’m out of that chamber and flying down the barrel of US41, aimed straight at the heart of the Lower Peninsula.

Statics is gonna suck. Materials and Methods is gonna suck. The ride down is gonna be tiring (not to mention that the car isnt fixed yet, everywhere up here is booked through the year). Why am I not asleep yet?

Winding Down

I have to get some things done. Car still isn’t completely fixed, and the lights aren’t mounted yet. I have 2 days open that I could try to get that done; Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday I take my last finals for the semester and hit the road at about 3pm. Meaning I’ll get home late.

I’m really trying to get some time available to do some Flock work, but I simply don’t ever have the time. It’s been spent on studying lately. I feel really bad about it, since the work is all support work. Bad support looks bad for the company. Therefore, I am making Flock look bad on that end. That’s not good. The folks at Flock work hard to bring you an awesome browser, and they deserve to look as good as they deserve. I have to work something out where I can get more than 30 minutes to reply to feedback per week. I can’t wait for break, I suppose.

On the agenda for break:

• Relax. Unravel my brain a bit
• Hang out with family. I get to see them so very rarely, and I love hanging out with them.
• Work. Flock work. I have to catch up on requests. My goal is to clear the queue by the end of break.
• Gaming. Goal here is to beat Guild Wars: Nightfall
• Hobbies. I really want to get my hands on some woodworking projects. Maybe make a nice table, or even a pipe.
• Chess. I like chess. I also suck at chess.

Coming on down the line: Lackey Inaction Figures!

Number One Fan

I’ve gotten in to KJ-52 and his music, but especially his message. #1 Fan really struck me

Yo this is what happened:
Yo I woke up late it was like 10 in the mornin’
I was still half asleep and sleepy eyed, still yawnin’
I checked my voice mail to see who’d been callin’
I turned on my computer
check my email logged on it
Junk mail, junk mail dog-gone-it
Everybody they just tryin to sell me they product
But there was one email that just caught my optic
It said sucidal, took the mouse I clicked on it
She said ” Dear KJ you don’t know who I am,
You probably don’t even care cause im just another fan.
I doubt you ever read this, now but if ya can
Sometimes I slash my wrists and even cut my hands
And I feel all alone like nobody understands
And I’m gonna end it tonight I got the whole thing planned
Pop pills, leave a note on my night stand
Signed sincerely, Your Number 1 fan

Chorus:
Can someone now please help me
Will someone now just please help me
Can someone now please help me
Will someone now just please help me

Verse 2:
My heart is poundin as I start to type back
Why do you feel this way do you mind if I ask?
Whats the source and the cause of the pain that you have
How did you get this way, is it something from the past
God cares about you, I hope you understand that
Please don’t end your life, I beg ya please write back
I finished typin’, I sent the email quite fast
I bowed my head and prayed with the strength that I had
She said “Man KJ I didn’t even know you would write me.
Let me explain why no one could ever like me
It all started when my father used to strike me
Raped and abused since 1990
He’s gone now but I can’t put it all behind me
I tried to run away but my troubles always find me
Is God really just the one that can help me (yes He is)
Signed tonight your Number 1 Fan

Chorus

Verse 3:
Dear number one fan I gotta lot to tell you
But with the email there is only so much I can help you
See I know a Father who could never ever fail you
He’ll give you a love when nobody ever cared to
I know you might feel like everybody hates you
And you feel like you got no one you can relate to
And death feels just like the best place to escape to
But thats a lie that Satan, he just wants to tell you
I’m sorry that you were abused, your father raped you
But you gotta get some help cause nobody can make you
I know its hard to face but God will give you the strength to
I know you gots a lot of things you gots to work through
But with this help see I know that you can break through
I seen it myself all the times that He came through
Hit me back
Tell me what you think of what I sent you
I’ll be prayin’, Sincerely KJ-52

Chorus

Verse 4:
Yo, I’d be pretending if I said this story had a happy endin
But after that night yo I never heard from her again
That night I tossed and turned lyin on my bed en
Cryin and prayin with these thoughts runnin through my head en
Did she do it, take her life, or wind up dead en
Or did she not choose it, just listened to what I said en
Maybe she never got the last one I was sendin
Is it my fault was it something I shoulda mentioned
Every mornin I would just check my email
Checkin for any detail, hopin an prayin that shes well
My emails came back sayin that they’d failed
No such address for Number1Fan@hotmail
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months en
Time would pass and I still just heard nuthin
No letter no email just not even somethin
What happened to my Number 1 fan I’m still wonderin

Chorus

“Hey yall, KJ will be signing, uh, over here at table 2 in just a minute, all right”
“Wus up man”
“Wus up man, I liked your show”
“Aa, you enjoyed the show, huh”
“Yea it was hot”
“A thanks man, whats ya name?”
“Mike”
“Ok, here ya go bro”
“Thanks alot man peace”
“How’s it goin’?”
“It’s adeal”
“What’s ya name?”
“George”
“Ok”
“I like ya stuff, man”
“Aa thanks man”
“It’s real hot”
“Here ya go bro”
“Aight man, peace”
“How you doin’?”
“I’m alright”
“Could you make that out to your #1 fan?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t, I didn’t catch that, whats ya…”
“To ya #”
“You said #1, #1 fan, what?”
“Nah what what’s ya actual name?”
“I’m your #1 fan”
“Wait a minute”
“That’s me”
“Your that person?”
“Yea, I-I wrote you that e-mail”
“Your that-“
“Dang what… what’s happened since I last talked to you?”
“A whole lots happened, but i’m better now”
“Thank you KJ”

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Wedding Plans

Well, Jill and I are actually working on wedding plans. Kinda. We have some basics set out about what we’d like, and we’re working on the invite list right now. I think that by the middle of January you’ll here the official date for sure. I know that Bakke, Felicia and Lew know which date we’re thinking of, but it’s all very dependent on my job situation and Jill’s feelings with her nursing courses. And housing stuff. Basically, it’s a whole bunch of factors, all of which could be working against us.

Things that MUST be done today (prioritized):
IME Documentation (due by midnight; 4 hour job)
House design cross-section drawings for CMG3000 (due by 1pm Monday; 8 hour job)
Marketing Paper overhaul to include more “marketing” terms (due by 3:30pm Monday, 2-4 hours of editing)
Statics Lab lab report (several hours, due Tuesday at 5pm)

Things that must be done this week (semi-prioritized)
Get car fixed and road worthy (do on Tuesday)
Attach driving lights to car so I can drive safely through the UP in heavy snow/night)
Finish project bid project [not redundant] for CMG3265
Flock work
Study for Statics final

Two young people without a thing
Say some vows and spread their wings
Settle down with just what they need
Livin on love

She dont care ’bout whats in style
She just likes the wayhe smiles
It takes more than marble and tile
Livin on love

Livin on love, buyin on time
Without somebody nothing aint worth a dime
Just like an old fashioned story book rhyme
Livin on love
It sounds simple thats what you’re thinkin’
But love can walk through fire without blinkin’
It doesnt take much when you get enough
Livin’ on love

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Looking for a Fight

I’m feeling pretty, well, depressed. Again. And I’m pretty beat up physically already. So I’m looking for a fight. Pretty much anything will push me over the edge right now. Not good. But if it means I take a few shots to the face (again) it might wake me up.