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I donated $5 to the humble bundle to get some games, preferably Sims 3. To confirm my banking info, the ghost charge the amount on my account. Basically charging then cancelling. Today, they charged outright, which I didn't have $5 so I overdrawn and was charged $35 by my bank. Essentially I paid $40 for a $20 game. An EA game nonetheless.
I want to start a fire.
I donated $5 to the humble bundle to get some games, preferably Sims 3. To confirm my banking info, the ghost charge the amount on my account. Basically charging then cancelling. Today, they charged outright, which I didn't have $5 so I overdrawn and was charged $35 by my bank. Essentially I paid $40 for a $20 game. An EA game nonetheless.
I want to start a fire.
Just watched "Jobs" at the theatre. Its really inspirational. Though I think all of the Windows ads that were on before the previews was just lulzy.
It's really interesting seeing the life of someone who believes in the same philosophies as I do. I'm no Steve Jobs though, hell I never really knew the guy. Yet we have a lot in common. I think there are lots of people out there (maybe you?) who share that same spark.
It's really interesting seeing the life of someone who believes in the same philosophies as I do. I'm no Steve Jobs though, hell I never really knew the guy. Yet we have a lot in common. I think there are lots of people out there (maybe you?) who share that same spark.
EDIT: Ooooooh i never posted the news here... I swear I did...
This is a copy from elsewhere about it.
I've been sick and on worker's compensation from being exposed to calcium hypochlorite disodiumsalt of ethylenediaminetetraaceticaciddihydratediammoniumsulfate with still unknown floculent ingrediants. This stuff was puffed into my face when I folded up a single layer of cardboard that covered the wooden palette. On this palette was about 12 boxes of the stuff. I handled the chemical perfectly, I got sick handling a piece of cardboard.
So how did the cardboard become covered in this chemical? Ever get a bag of flour and there's flour all over the outside of the fucker? Its from the factory and can't be helped. So my company has been very nice to me lately, though I'm now entering my 4th week of having little breath to spare and still coughing. I see a specialist soon next month at least.
All this means I am home a lot and I have been around to do some art to stay active. I will likely stream some sketches and make things fun. I've felt like crap, can barely go outside, and I don't know when I can return to work.
Lastly I leave you with this... WHAT HAS SCIENCE DONE!?!? I'll let everyone know when I sprout boobs or something...
Walked into my job today after 3 months of recovery from the chemical inhalation. My right arm went tingly, my lips turned white, instant headache, and I couldn't breathe. I can't go back to work at that job. I might lose my job but hell if that happens, there will most likely be some legal action. I am so fucking tired of this shit.
This is a copy from elsewhere about it.
I've been sick and on worker's compensation from being exposed to calcium hypochlorite disodiumsalt of ethylenediaminetetraaceticaciddihydratediammoniumsulfate with still unknown floculent ingrediants. This stuff was puffed into my face when I folded up a single layer of cardboard that covered the wooden palette. On this palette was about 12 boxes of the stuff. I handled the chemical perfectly, I got sick handling a piece of cardboard.
So how did the cardboard become covered in this chemical? Ever get a bag of flour and there's flour all over the outside of the fucker? Its from the factory and can't be helped. So my company has been very nice to me lately, though I'm now entering my 4th week of having little breath to spare and still coughing. I see a specialist soon next month at least.
All this means I am home a lot and I have been around to do some art to stay active. I will likely stream some sketches and make things fun. I've felt like crap, can barely go outside, and I don't know when I can return to work.
Lastly I leave you with this... WHAT HAS SCIENCE DONE!?!? I'll let everyone know when I sprout boobs or something...
Walked into my job today after 3 months of recovery from the chemical inhalation. My right arm went tingly, my lips turned white, instant headache, and I couldn't breathe. I can't go back to work at that job. I might lose my job but hell if that happens, there will most likely be some legal action. I am so fucking tired of this shit.
UPDATE! See below.
GUESS WHAT I'M GETTING!?
By popular demand, the reason:
For the last bunch of years, Lyssa had an IUD. She's had it for a long time and its coming up on her 8th year I think. Somehow the IUD shifted and needs to be removed as soon as possible as it could puncture her womb and cause a lot of damage. The doctors have advised that it is too risky for her to have her tubes tied, so I offered to get a vasectomy since its faster, easier, cheaper, and more effective. Lyssa and I never wanted kids anyway. As for my legacy, I always liked the idea of an apprentice which could be anyone.
GUESS WHAT I'M GETTING!?
By popular demand, the reason:
For the last bunch of years, Lyssa had an IUD. She's had it for a long time and its coming up on her 8th year I think. Somehow the IUD shifted and needs to be removed as soon as possible as it could puncture her womb and cause a lot of damage. The doctors have advised that it is too risky for her to have her tubes tied, so I offered to get a vasectomy since its faster, easier, cheaper, and more effective. Lyssa and I never wanted kids anyway. As for my legacy, I always liked the idea of an apprentice which could be anyone.
Probably the best screenshot thus far in int he SMJ Project.
26 today!
I'm a lucky guy. Outnumbered 50 to 1 with dancers!
There were other men around, but still outnumbered. I need to get that shirt that says I'm a husband of a belly dancer.
Brought Nahmbo home from Fort Lauderdale. It was a 4 hour drive and he and I were in the back seat. The whole way he was so nervous and I comforted him the whole way. I didn't get out at the rest stops, and never left his side so he would be alone. When we were bringing him into my apartment, he wiggled loose and ran across the complex, under a fence and into a marshy wooded area. I ran after him and jumped the fence. I found him trapped under a collapsed section of fence. I crawled in the dirt and mud in a 12 inch high space to grab him. He was stuck and I couldn't pull him out. He was licking my fingers and trusted me. There was no sign of any assistance so I used my arms, knees, and back to force the section of fence up and grabbed him. I don't know how heavy the wooden fence was, I couldn't feel it. Once he was free he leaped into my arms and I carried him home. He only scratched me once by accident when he jumped. We've been slowly getting acquainted with my apartment since yesterday. The amount of trust this cat has in me is emotionally stirring. I'm glad he's safe, despite the bruises on my arms, legs, and back, as well as several ant bites.
At least he has found a daddy, and a home.
At least he has found a daddy, and a home.