I did a PGR mission yesterday.  It was a Veteran’s Day Memorial ceremony at the new National Cemetary of the Alleghenies near Bridgeville, PA.   I took the car, which was a good thing because it was cold and I got paged to work in the afternoon. So, on the way back from the PGR mission, I stopped to pick up parts and then worked for a client for a couple of hours.  After that, I played CoD4 and watched TV.

Last night, I dreamed strange dreams all night.  I dreamed about people I didn’t know, people I did know, and people I haven’t seen for years.  In one, I was in a car with a woman I didn’t know and she drove into a piece of construction equipment at high speed.  I remember thinking, that would have killed us all if it was real.

One of the dreams was about Sharyn. It was like we were going somewhere together; like we were travelling on the bikes together.   But, in the dream, I was only catching glimpses of her because she was always blocked from my view by someone or something else. In one part, we were in a small restaurant and I saw that she went to the other side of the place and sat down at a booth.  But, there were other people talking to me and blocking my view… or things in the restaurant were blocking my view.

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When I came home from working yesterday, my mother said that my brother was acting strange all day.  He said that his head felt funny and heavy.  He acted like his motor-skills were decreased.   He had a flu shot the day before and he wondered if it was related to that. Finally, he decided to go to the hospital.  They went out the door and my mother came back to the door yelling for me to come quick.  I went out to the sidewalk and he couldn’t move.  He was barely standing and was slouching toward the ground.  I got hold of him and let him sit down.  Because it was cold, I wanted to get him on a chair, but couldn’t. My mother called the ambulance and we waited.  My b.i.l. came to help with him, but we couldn’t move him because he was tremoring and hurting. By the time the ambulance arrived, he was tremoring really badly and his body was spasming.  They admitted him.

While they were there, I worked more on the computers and waited to hear what was happening.  Then, I played CoD4 until late.  GG and UG proved they were female.  So, now there is no question whatsoever. :-> No, there weren’t any pictures involved.  Get your mind out of the gutter.  GG said she agreed with the client about hiding the wires.  Then, UG and GG talked about excuses to use when you don’t want to just tell a man, “No,” when he asks you out; because you don’t like to just say, “No.”  Instead, you can say, “I’m busy,” or “I have to wash my hair.”   That’s enough proof for me. 

Personally, I like the simple, “No.” Or…… even, “Get away from me dog boy!” It’s clear.  It’s honest. No ambiguity.  It doesn’t make a man keep wondering if she’s interested.  It doesn’t send any mixed signals or confusion.  It’s more humane and kind than the mixed signals. It’s much better.  I’ve never understood this idea that women have that the way to not hurt someone’s feelings is by doing something that is more hurtful. They want to be kind; but, they end up doing something that is even more unkind. The more kind approach is a  simple, “No. Thank you.”

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This is a woman rant.  Not because it’s exclusively a “woman thing”. But, because it’s a thing that women do more than men do.

I installed a new computer the other day. Yesterday, I was asked what I can do about the cables showing.  Sigh. Computers have cables.  That’s the way things work.  Without the cables, the things don’t work.  I can make the cables LESS visible with velcro wire wrap and conduit.  But, I can’t make the cables invisible.  In my experience, worrying about the cables causes more problems later.  One problem is that it usually puts some stress on the connectors.  This woman has an open (four legs and a board on top) style desk and then doesn’t want the cables to show. She wanted the monitor mounted on the wall….. and then doesn’t want the cables to show. Sigh.

I carry some velcro wrap of various types and I wrapped them as neatly as I could. But, there isn’t much that can be done when you have wires going four different directions to get to the wall, the power strip, and the computer.

I have tried to organize the cables behind my home entertainment.  Not because of looks, but in trying to make it easier on organizing and identifying them.  Whenever I have done so, I have regretted it later.

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As I was going out the door to work this morning, my mother said, “I know you don’t want to hear about Sharyn. But, she asked me if you had been out and said she and Ed wanted you to ride with them.”

Grrrr…..

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I got my COD4 today, but worked late and didn’t get to play until late.  I have to go to bed now, it’s late and I have to work in the morning and will work most of the day.  While I was working tonight, I logged onto the website and sent a note to those who were playing it; telling them they should be ashamed for playing it without me.

As I was driving home, Sharyn was on my mind.  Another instance of the universe picking on me.  I had a home-made CD of a bunch of MP3s, that I don’t know.  I was listening to it in the car to see what was on it. As I’m driving and thinking about her, a song came on with lyrics about, “the hardest thing in life, is to want someone who doesn’t want you.  The hardest thing I’ve ever done is to love someone who didn’t love me.” (paraphrased)  Then, a song comes on (apparently called “Speeding Motorcycle”) which has these lyrics: 

Speeding motorcycle of my heart
Speeding motorcycle; always changing me
Speeding motorcycle, don’t you drive recklessly
Speeding motorcycle of my heart
Pretty girls have taken you for a ride
Hurt you deep inside but you never slowed down
Speeding motorcycle in my heart

Now, just the simple fact that the song is about a motorcycle seems quite fitting.

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Call of Duty 4 is releasing today.  Except that some people already got theirs yesterday.  There is something wrong in the universe when some people get their COD4 earlier than the rest of us.

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I broke my XMRadio receiver.  I was finally getting around to mounting it in the car rather than having it laying by the shifter.  I put the mount in, ran the wire over to the fuse block and wired it directly to the fuse block.  I wanted it to come on and go off with the car so that I didn’t have to worry about it running the battery down on the really cold nights.  I didn’t think to check the actual voltage.  I subsequently found out that the cigarette lighter plug on the end actually converts the voltage down to 5 volts. So….. it no longer works.

I had to order another one, but I found one for $20 on ebay.

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I give.  I closed my accounts on the dating and social networking sites.  I’m done.

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… but I expect my music to concentrate on being musical first; then political later. There are lots of songs that are protest songs that don’t feel like you’re getting smacked in the face with the statement.  There were lots of protest songs that were art first; protest second. There were lots of songs that were social statements without the art suffering.  It seems like today, the statement comes first and the art is a very distant second.

I mention this because one of my favorite bands, The Eagles, released a new CD at Walmart.  The very first song feels like the guys were sitting around looking for material and one of them said, “Hey, I have this speech I wrote for a rally.” And another answered, “Let’s see if we can sing it in 4 part harmony.” It doesn’t work.  It’s too much statement and too little art.  It’s not even close to being the Eagles quality that I remember.

Overall, the album has a few statements that somebody wanted to make.  But, it’s decent anyway.  It’s just not great like some of the past albums.  It doesn’t have a real GREAT song on it that people will remember. There is no “Last Resort” or “Peaceful, Easy Feeling”. There is no “Desperado”.  There is no “Lyin’ Eyes”.  I could go on.  But, I won’t.

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