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Month: March 2004

Yet another grey, rainy day here.

The weather report for today goes something like; today – showers, thursday – showers, friday – showers, saturday – mostly cloudy, sunday – thunderstorms…

I hate this place, 'nuff said…

As all of my life force has been sucked from my very pores by this incessantly grey place, today's post will be short…

Here's a doodle, I'll color it some day when color returns to my life:



Def LeppardFoolin

Day 40…

More grey and rainy here. I do sort of remember seeing some sunlight a few days ago, but it could just as well be a hallucination. Virginia has the amazing ability to be hot even without sunlight… It's like some tropical greenhouse or something.

And people live here…

Ordered a pizza last night as I was just simply sick of TV dinners and fast food burgers. The first person I talked to at Domino's wouldn't get beyond the fact that I was using a cell phone, “We can't deliver if you don't have a regular phone” he said…

Now, I know that it makes little difference to the “Pizza Delivery System” whether or not I'm on a cell phone and that this was just a case of some shit kid not wanting to go though the hassle of actually entering, by hand even, my name and address. See, the PDS can reverse the phone number you're calling from to your address so as to prevent 30 terabyte databases full of high-school data entry errors.

So I just called back until I got some other kid who was willing to put in the extra 15-20 seconds to type about 50 letters on a keyboard and ordered my pizza.

Unfortunately he entered all of the information wrong so the delivery kid had to call me and ask where I lived…

You can tell I'm from out of state though as I gather no one here orders “philly cheese steak” pizzas since the TV adds stopped. The final person I talked to there at Domino's had to ask the supervisor, another kid, what it was…

Ahh, progress… It takes a literal army of late teen / early twenties kids to deliver me a simple pizza.

Anyways, I did eventually get the pizza I ordered and it was pretty decent…

Today I'll be spending another 10-12 hours at the shop trying to do art in an automotive war zone. See, my office is on the upper floor of the main shop and the fire escape door is right next to my desk. By opening this door you look right down into lube bays one and two… Well, whatever chemical soup they use down there to do transmission flushed gives me killer headaches, which the guys there say will stop after a month or two of exposure…

Nice.

There is also the perpetual “brrrt! brrrt!” of the air tools, the shouting of the guys as they move cars in and out, the sounds of cars revving, exhaust smells… Imagine trying to do layout on a flyer whilst sitting in the pit at an Indy race.

It's been tough for me as all of the sensory input is enough to drive the acclimated up a wall, and I came to this from what amounts to a monastery up in the Colorado mountains. I could literally spend an entire day up there just listening to the birds outside my windows and have that be the only noise.

Well, I'd better get to it, have a great day out there…

Dead Can DanceHow Fortunate the Man With None

Rap: Rythmic Talking That Rhymes With Crap…

Yours truly is the proud recipient of some new neighbors as of Friday… Last night the eldest son, in an apparent fit of rage, sat out in his $40,000 jeep and played bad rap at volumes that made my windows shake from a little after 11 till around midnight. See, All of our parking and garages are in the back of the house, and the neighbor's spaces are about 30 feet from my bedroom windows… I can look out of my window and down on their cars or at their balcony.

I was annoyed, sure, but I also figured he'd get it out of his system and go back inside 'better'… Better in the typical human is pretty subjective, but I can hope right?

He lucked out as he'd gotten most of it out of his system and turned it off just as a FBerg officer came around the corner. The neighbor kid ducked down in the driver's seat as the officer drove past; I can see all of this from my vantage point.

The officer parks behind the kid's jeep, gets out, and walks over to the other side of the parking lot then around a unit to the front side. The neighbor kid takes this as his chance and jumps out of the jeep, closes the door as quietly as possible, and sneaks inside.

When the officer returns he's telling dispatch that there's nothing going on here, gets back into his cruiser, and takes off.

Shortly thereafter the neighbor kid's friends arrive and they spend the rest of the night inside with the stereo blaring…

I don't get it… I would never sit outside an apartment complex with the stereo cranked up to the point the license plates rattled and the music was clear at a hundred yards; no matter what I was listening to, what time it was, or what age I happened to be. I also go out of my way to not annoy my neighbors and always have; to the point that I'd constantly be telling groups of gamers at my place to tone it down or taking them all to Denny's or some such where loud is ok.

Is this just another example of not being conscious of the world around them? Or is it that they just don't care?

Maybe he was just demonstrating his control over the neighborhood by being able to subject us all to what 'he' thinks is cool; a simple primate power thing…

Well, whatever it is, it's less than pleasant. I could just call the police like someone else obviously did, but the neighbor kid was already overheard telling his friends that “the cops showed up, probably because of that fucker next door”… I guess that should remove any pretense for me calling the police next time as it's already believed that I have.

I hate people.

I really need to go get me one of those “Mean People Suck” bumper stickers and cut the mean off of it before putting it on the Honda. I also like the “We have enough youth, how about a fountain of smart?” stickers I've seen at a few gas stations around here.

I already have a few on there; one that says “zero tolerance for zero intelligence” and the other says “prevent inbreeding, ban country music”… The second one is pretty funny simply for all of the mutant smiley faces on it; one has three eyes, another is co-joined smilies sharing a single eye… Funny stuff.

The second bumper sticker is especially appropriate here in FBerg where there are 6 FM radio stations: 2 are religious, 3 are country and the last one is punk/industrial metal 24/7. Needless to say I don't listen to the radio much here.

Annie LennoxLittle Bird

Easter has been cancelled; they found the body…

I got up this morning and thought it -might- be Easter Sunday… They move it around so much that I'm never exactly sure when the Easter Bunny will make his annual visit.

See, I like Easter… Not because of any resurrections or rabbits laying eggs, though either one would be cool to see. No, I look forward to Easter because of Easter Candy…

(makes happy little sounds much like a junky eyeing a crack rock)

Easter candy… I'm an addict thanks to my parents and their insistence on giving my sister and I these mammoth Easter baskets every year. Once the baskets were in our hot little hands the horse trading would begin…

“I'll trade you six pixie sticks for two of those jawbreakers.” “Make it six pixie sticks and those jolly ranchers and you have a deal.”

For me the subject of my addiction centers around Reese's peanut-butter and chocolate eggs.

Anyways, back to the meat, or gooey peanut-butter center, of this post…

Do you know why Easter moves around so much? I think I touched on this in a post around Yule but I'll do it here, again, in light of the “Day of the Jelly Beans”…

The current Gregorian ecclesiastical rules that determine the date of Easter trace back to 325 CE at the First Council of Nicaea convened by the Roman Emperor Constantine. At that time the Roman world used the Julian Calendar (put in place by Julius Caesar).

In 1582 Gregory XIII (Pope of the Roman Catholic Church) completed a reconstruction of the Julian calendar and produced new Easter tables. One major difference between the Julian and Gregorian Calendar is the “leap year rule”. Universal adoption of this Gregorian calendar occurred slowly. By the 1700's, though, most of western Europe had adopted the Gregorian Calendar. The Eastern Christian churches still determine the Easter dates using the older Julian Calendar method.

The usual statement, that Easter Day is the first Sunday after the full moon that occurs next after the vernal equinox, is not a precise statement of the actual ecclesiastical rules. The full moon involved is not the astronomical Full Moon but an ecclesiastical moon (determined from tables) that keeps, more or less, in step with the astronomical Moon.

The ecclesiastical rules are:

Easter falls on the first Sunday following the first ecclesiastical full moon that occurs on or after the day of the vernal equinox; this particular ecclesiastical full moon is the 14th day of a tabular lunation (new moon); and the vernal equinox is fixed as March 21.

This means that Easter can never occur before March 22 or later than April 25. The Gregorian dates for the ecclesiastical full moon come from the Gregorian tables. Therefore, the civil date of Easter depends upon which tables – Gregorian or pre-Gregorian – are used. The western (Roman Catholic and Protestent) Christian churches use the Gregorian tables; many eastern (Orthodox) Christian churches use the older tables based on the Julian Calendar.

And all of this is in place because another group of people also had a big holy-day in this period… Those whacky Pagans.

See, they worshipped Eostara during the vernal equinox and also did their Pagan thing during any full moon they could find. So the church, not wanting to be associated with these Pagan “goings on”, have all those rules as to when Easter is: The Sunday after the full moon after the vernal equinox…

And with that I think I'm going to go and see if I can track down a few Reese's eggs. 🙂

Alan Parsons ProjectSilence and I

Old Art…

Here's an older piece just so folks can see what I can do with a commission.

This piece was actually done as an art trade… Unfortunately the fellow I did the trade with never finished the piece for me; something that happens often to me and of all the trades I've done, I've only gotten one return.

So, without further adieu, “Freedom's Gift”…




This illo was done to the exacting specifications of the other artist I was trading with. He wanted an anthro-pegasus, a grassy hill, and stained glass…

Done in Photoshop 6 on Windows 2000 with a Wacom.

Carl OrffO Fortuna