October 2nd, 2001



I'm getting very bitter and tired.

I spent a while reading a bunch of LJ posts, jumping from journal to journal based on interesting posts and comments. Having done this for about an hour I've put myself in a terrible, cynical, bitter mood.
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    Faye Wong - Bohemian Rhapsody


Wow, what a long morning.

Got the kids up early, dropped the baby off at the daycare early, then took J to school and sat with him until 8. He has to learn not to worry so much about being liked - that adorable little girl he likes to play with, who he's been having doubts about (she runs away from him a lot, giggling, when they're playing, and so he thinks she doesn't like him. I'd tend to disagree.) ran by him this morning and waved and giggled a bit, and I asked why he didn't chase her, and he said it was because he wasn't sure she liked him. So I told him I was pretty sure she did, and to go over and play with her, and so he did start to run after her, and then when she saw him coming close she giggled and shrieked and ran away and he chased her and she giggled and ran... you get the idea. I think she likes him just fine.

After that I picked up M from the daycare and hopped on the next bus into the city. It was bitterly cold. He was surprisingly good on the bus, being fairly quiet and relaxed the entire time - extra impressive since there was an accident and so traffic was hell and the bus ride took TWICE as long as usual (around an hour and 20 minutes total vs. the 45 minutes or so it SHOULD take). We got into the city, walked to the subway, hopped on, rode it to 72nd, and then walked to the doctor.

At the doctor he was good until he saw the needles, then he started crying. He got his two shots, and then within five minutes (less time actually) he was calm and relaxed again. When I took him out of the office he waved and said goodbye to the nurses, including the one that helped hold him down - so he obviously wasn't too upset or holding any grudges.

After that we hopped on the subway, and I looked in shock as it sped past 42nd Street. Excuse the #$%#$^ out of me, but what just happened? There were a bunch of other similarly confused people who got off at 34th and wondered. It turns out there was a police investigation so the 1/2/3/9 weren't stopping at 42nd temporarily. So I sighed, and walked up to the bus station with the baby... and missed it by less than 5 minutes. DAMN. If the subway had stopped we would've made it.

So we waited... and waited. M was growing increasingly uncomfortable and restless, and was starting to get a bit hot. In retrospect I should've realized why* sooner, but I didn't. So finally after 40 minutes of waiting the bus arrived and we hopped on.

And then, after 5 minutes on the bus, the screaming started. He was screaming, and writhing, and screaming, and writhing, and I couldn't calm him down. He was sweating, and his forehead was burning hot, so I pulled off his sweater and unzipped the front of his outfit and turned the vents directly at him, but it didn't help. He was screaming and carrying on, and I couldn't just let go and let him go flying out of the seat, so we had a very unpleasant wrestling match. After a while the bus driver asked me to move to the back, because he couldn't concentrate on driving with the baby like that, so I told him next time he stopped I'd move. He did, and I got up and carried him, howling, towards the back... and then the bus started up again. Asshole couldn't be bothered to wait for me to get anywhere close to the back, so I just snarled and threw our stuff into the first open two-seater and sat down with him. It was the handicapped seating, so it had more foot room, and this time I didn't struggle, I just let him sit on the floor crying. The cute young woman in the seats behind me (saw her a few times before, actually, she's got a daughter or niece or something, a cute lil girl) offered a cookie, but I told her thanks but it wouldn't help as he was feeling sick. After a few minutes he calmed down and went to whimpering. I think it was t he fact that a nice stiff breeze from the bus AC was whipping along the floor and so it was the coolest spot. His fever also was helped by the fact that he finally stopped writhing around.

We finally got to our stop, and I got packed up and hauled him off, with his crying resumed. I carried him, crying, the rest of the way to the daycare and dropped him off. That was the most hellish bus ride I've been on in a long, long time.

Anyways. Time to eat lunch and get to work. Appointment today at 3 pm to see the apartment on 8 - if it's ok I think I'll request that they just write up the lease today, I don't want to wait lest it disappear from my greedy grasp.

* - Why? Because he just got pumped up with two separate vaccinations. Getting one often gives fevers and aches and a feeling of sickness, especially in children. Two gives a double-whammy - not to mention the (admittedly mild) pain from getting stabbed twice, once in each leg. Add in the fact that he had been so good all morning, and by that point had burned through most of his patience, and it shouldn't be surprising.
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    bloodhound gang - 11 - go down

HB to MG

Happy 1st Birthday to Migente.com!

I get to miss out on the party for it since it was announced 4 hours prior to launch and I'm home today since I took the baby to the doctor and have an appointment to meet with the building management in a little while. D'oh.

I think I want to learn to speak Spanish. (Seriously. Yes, it's random, but thinking of Migente reminded me.)
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    Smash Mouth - Satellite


My posts recently have been boring. Recently being from somewhere around the time I created my journal, give or take a few days. This distresses me.

I've been thinking about it, and I think it's half because I'm just inherently boring, and half because my life is just boring.

Now, I say that with some reservations. I don't think I'm entirely inherently boring, but I'm quiet and conservative and shy, and that tends to lead to boredom. My life certainly isn't boring for me, but it's not-boring in a busy trying to stay sane while the admittedly fairly boring events of my life try to swamp and overturn me. Face it, most people don't much want to read about changing diapers, or paying bills, or staring at perl, or trying to beat some sense into a junior admin (or two). Having an AIM conversation with a friend might be interesting for me, and hopefully is for the friend, but it rarely gives me much fuel for an interesting, thought provoking LJ post.

So this gives rise to the next thought/question - why are people still reading it? I know in some cases it's because I've got friends who are far-off and so this is the easiest way they have of keeping in contact with them - so even if my life is boring, it's my life, and they're my friend, so they have some vested interest in staying up-to-date with it.

The other reason I can think of is because there must be some content in there which isn't boring. Now, that can mean a few things. I figure most of my non-boring stuff either falls into the "actually interesting" category, or it falls into the "boring, but something you care about, so it's still worth reading" category. The whole far-off-friend-keeping-in-touch idea ties in closely with the 2nd category.

So I looked around a bit, curious as to what fell into the first category. There is, in fact, some interesting stuff in my journal, but I realized something that was rather depressing: most of the interesting, worthwhile content was not in fact mine. Tests and quizzes, which are less interesting for the results as they are simply for the link so people can take them themselves. Links to news stories and articles of interest. Pics (and links to pics) of my overwhelmingly adorable children, who are simply so mind-bogglingly cute and charming that people can't help but be enthralled by them.

Finally, there's one other factor, the one thing that I think saves me: the lowest common denominator. From an independent study I ran a few weeks ago, I discovered that approximately 300,000 of the active livejournal accounts are in fact kept by 13 year olds that listen to Marilyn Manson and talk about how they're going to kill themselves because the cute boy in social studies didn't ask them out or because their parents wouldn't let them go out to a movie after 10 pm. Compared to most of their livejournals, a blank LJ would be interesting. Thank God, or I'd be really screwed.

So, since I've lost track of why I started this post, let me wrap it up. To all of you who've friended me and found a reason to read my journal: thanks. Sucks to be you, but thanks.

Update: Oh shit, I forgot the obvious one. You all love reading about what I eat for lunch.

I had lasagna today, incidentally.
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    sisters of mercy - Confide In Me (Live - Kylie Minogue Cover)


The bastille-linux-announce list is an open-posting list, apparently. Er... what?

I love the view of the sunset from my desk. I can see part of the city from my window, and it gives the buildings a glittery red glow. I wish I had a digital camera to take some pics with.

My speakers have a broken cable, so the right satellite dies if I kick the cable, or anything that's near it. Fortunately, wiggling it with my toes fixes it. Unfortunately, it means I sit there with my leg wiggling around under my desk a lot, which I'd imagine looks rather silly.

A final thought: the randomizing function in Winamp sucks. It's not random at all.
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    Weird Al Yankovic - Trigger Happy


Just got my ass kicked by my sons.

Not literally, of course, but when you're wrestling with 2 lil munchkins it's sort of hard not to let them win. Doing anything else tends to end up with someone bleeding or in pain. Ah, yes, the joys of fatherhood.

On the upside, I will never need one of those little Japanese women to walk on my back, as both of my sons are more than willing to walk - nay, jump repeatedly - on my back anytime.



I think the cute boy in chemistry looked at me today! I could piss my pants!!!

After skool I went outside and did a few lines of coke with <3 Mindy <3. She's the bestest. I write hearts before and after her name every time I write her a letter, because she's so nice. After that we beat the shit out of a few kindergarteners and then listened to Marilyn Manson and drove around in her dad's car. Good thing we didn't hit anyone! ^_^

I can't decide which of the Backstreet Boys are the cutest. Sarah said Joey was but after I broke her knee she changed her mind. Bitch. I think I'll just make them all my sex slaves.

Tomorrow I think I'll sacrifice my baby brother to Satan.

I <3 Dave.
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    Spacehog - In The Meantime


Everyone needs to get AIM. I hate ICQ and YIM and MSN. AIM me. Eclecticrubbish. Damnit.
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    Rob Zombie - Dragula