November 29, 2004 - Monday | 4:20 PM, CST Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November. All the rest have thirty-one. Except for February. But today is the twenty-ninth of November. Or is it?... You see, I am writing this entry on the above mentioned date and time. When this entry will be uploaded to my server is a different story altogether. For you see, the Chipmunk workmen living underneath my house have disconnected my phone service once again. Hopefully this will only be a temporary interruption and my phone will resume its usual semi-working order shortly as the animal fundamentalists continue to burrow to the deepest pits of hell to bring forth some terrible demonic leviathan to swallow me into the dark chasms of nothingness and despair. But enough of that, let us begin to discuss lighter matters.
Last weekend (not this last weekend, but the one before last) was my second annual Thanksgiving feast. I did not advertise it on this website, but waited rather until two hours before its appointed start time to announce to the attendants of Bryan's Lord of the Rings party. I did this because I knew that if I posted invitations here, surely I would be overwhelmed with eager visitors, and would probably run out of food. We served turkey, mashed potatoes, rice, bisquits, various desserts, and some other stuff which I can't remember. But the important thing is not the food so much, as the pictures I took during the dinner. You have all probably heard of me discuss the peculiarities of my fire radio when it is set to scan mode in my room. Over certain sections of the room, the radio begins to pick up a static signal - chiefly on the channels of fire ground one, and IMH. I assumed at first that this was electrical interference from wires and such, but the odd thing is that it is only an intermittant interference. I have been in bed at three in the morning, curled up with a good book and no other appliance in the house on except a reading lamp, and all of a sudden the radio begins to blare out static. Usually the area of interference is contained within a four foot by eight foot section of the eastern half of my room, but sometimes it extends in all directions. I had Suzanne's boss use his fire radio to verify mine wasn't simply on the fritz, and his produced the same effect. But back to the Thanksgiving meal. As I was taking pictures, I noticed that blue-green orbs began appearing in the northeastern corner of my living room (the corner of the living room that coincides with my bedroom). For my readers who have not taken the liberty of perusing the photo galleries of ghost hunters' websites, I would venture to say that a similarity exists between the pictures taken in supposedly haunted places that seem to suggest supernatural activity, and the orbs shown in the photos of my living room. To make sure, I began a walk through of my house and took random pictures of walls and corners. Nowhere else in the house did the orbs (and sometimes even what appeared to be small bursts of light) show up more distinctly than in the aforementioned corner of my living room. Sometimes as many as five or six orbs could be seen. Perhaps at a later date I will include copies of the pictures I took, but for now I have contented myself to do more thorough research on the matter and the various quirks of my aging digital camera. I have always noticed that when taking pictures in the dark, sometimes similiar-looking orbs show up for unexplained reasons. Is this the case with my living room? I will need to take more pictures in areas with controlled lighting and distance in order to be sure, and when I know I will post the photos for my readers' conclusions and opinions on the matter.
Today is the last day of my five day Thanksgiving vacation. For the next week I will be going in to work early in order to have some extra money for Christmas presents. Yesterday, however, was a glance to the past with Art and I resuming our now defunct practice of a weekend roadtrip. Although not much of a roadtrip, we began at one o'clock or so and drove to Bryan's to play a nine-ball tournament on his brand new pool table. After I won the tournament, Art and I jumped into the Bravada and headed west. It was now almost three o'clock and I intended to be home by about seven to spend some time with Kelly. We were in Watseka when Koby called us and wanted to join in our adventure. He informed us he'd meet us at his house at three thirty, and be ready to go. "Reiterate that he should be ready to go," I reminded Art. He did so, and we arrived precisely on time. Joe showed up at three forty, and we did not leave his house until four o'clock. After Koby's delay, we ate a light meal at the Iroquois Cafe, and decided that it was so late, why not surprise Kelly by meeting her when she got off of work at six, and treat her to a movie? Excellent idea. I called Kelly and told her we'd meet her at work at six, intending on surprising her with the movie plans. Unfortunately, however, I was the one surprised because Kelly was not in the mood to see a movie, which she told me with very little sugar coating. We left Kelly to her own devices, and wandered the mall waiting for the movie (Alexander the Great) to start. Art had enough of Koby's relationship talk, so he informed him that if he did not approach a random girl and ask for her number, he was going to be punched in the balls. Young Joe weighed his options and approached a moderately attractive clerk.
Joe: Excuse me. But may I ask if you are single? And thus Joe was defeated by the malicious woman. But looking back on the conversation, I'm sure its for the better. Arther and I tried to instill in poor Joe that his relationships were none of anyone's business, and he's gotta do what he's gotta do. We had Joe safe at home and tucked into bed by a little after eleven... hours after his intended bedtime. I visited Suzanne's the other night and she showed me her dinner for the next day. A deer's heart. Although I was intrigued by the heart itself, I have no wish to ever find out how one tastes. Note the trays of cookies in the background... |
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