tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67192912011-04-21T16:23:27.630-07:00This is my attempt at persuading google to find my blog as the top search item for my name. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Spencer Watson. Email me at spencerwatson@gmail.comSpencerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11857301242923893512noreply@blogger.comBlogger3261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719291.post-87282919095854236232009-03-30T15:59:00.002-07:002009-03-30T16:28:13.580-07:00

If there is a Maker then He is cruel. What was I ever supposed to do with a heart so fragile? Who cares for its strength when it breaks just walking out the door? Are we supposed to wear armor to protect us from Cupid's arrows? Who am I kidding? Cupid would just use better arrows. Lilliputians took down Gulliver with twigs and string.What is the use of feeling anything? Why should I care

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I realize that the few blog posts I've done recently have all been about movies but at this point in my life those are the things that really touch me.---------------------------------------------I love hearing a great story. I also love telling stories and I try to tell them engagingly. This story is one of the very best I've ever been told. The music is the most amazing thing about it, in my

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This movie bothers me. It hits me in a place I haven't wanted to go in myself for a long time. I used to be a warmonger before I understood war. Before I understood that war wasn't about conquering or owning territory but about real people killing each other en masse on a battlefield. I used to be the kind of person who would start and continue wars to further my personal goals. And now I

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Have you ever been overcome with emotion? I'm talking about something that hits you full-on so strong that it makes you run away, or at least really, really want to.----I heard a story once about a man in Hawaii who would walk down to the beach every morning to a spot where the waves crashed with considerable violence. There he would stand directly in the path the tide and attempt to stand up

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Thump...Thump...Thum-thumpThum-thumpThum-thumpThum-thumpThum-thumpThum-thumpThum-thumpThum-thumpThum-thumpThum-thumpThum-thumpThum-thumpThum-thump

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The music starts. A slow thrum with a quickening pace. It feels like a march. Relentlessly moving forward thoughts and ideas. If it's not stopped it'll flood the screen. Steamrolling. Snowplowing through the natural crush to make way for the unmistakably human stamp of intellect to follow. This has been building a long time.I don't want to merely scratch the surface of my consciousness. I

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Revel in it. When it's gone you may find yourself silently wishing for it.

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He has confidence in my abilities and isn't afraid to challenge me. Before I am done working for him I will have built an army or robots and forcibly installed world peace over a shattered planet. That is all.

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I hate social obligation. That feeling you get when you see somebody that you met once or twice with mutual friends and you have an unspoken responsibility to their feelings to say hello and be friendly to them. People come to expect that you greet them with a friendly smile or else you've snubbed them. It happens on IM when someone logs on and they just sit there. Sooner or later somebody is

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I'm exhausted. Not the kind of physical exhaustion you achieve from an intense workout or a hard day's sweaty labour. It's more of a mental or maybe psychological exhaustion that comes from withholding one's inner self for the sake of others. Social situations and what is generally known as "proper" behaviour regularly cause us to not say exactly what we mean. We are polite and, to some

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This blog is experiencing a murmur. That is, the pace it normally keeps is being interrupted and beats in its rhythm are being occasionally omitted. There is no need for concern. Although heart murmurs are uncommon and occasionally life threatening, blog murmurs are much more common and much less hazardous to one's health. The continuous nature of a heartbeat is such an excellent metaphor for

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Tonight I'm going kayaking and then out for drinks afterwards with the new boss. Much has changed here at the lab in the past two weeks. Most notably, the "new guy" that I trained in SAR testing is now the project manager for our ISO certification. When I first heard the news I felt a little left out of the loop because, technically, I was passed up for promotion. But within moments I

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I saw some completely ridiculous things on TV last night. Apparently they have too much airtime to fill up and not enough qualified people or things to talk about. On CNN, there was a story about Christian groups who are outraged about the upcoming movie of The DaVinci Code. Their beef is that the book portrays Christianity in a bad light and that some people might take this work of fiction

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I've been ignoring the blogosphere for the past few days. I've had many thoughts but most of them have been incomplete and/or incoherent. But mostly it's just that I've been holed up in my room playing World of Warcraft. It's not that the game is all-consuming, it's that I have an all-out, drag-me-away-kicking-and-screaming sort of personality. It's the reason I don't do drugs. They would

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Two weeks ago everyone at my workplace was informed that the ownership of the company may be changing hands. Since then we've had people coming in on a regular basis asking questions about the equipment. I've been on afternoon shift so I've missed most of the hubbub. The decision finally came in today and, sure enough, we're getting a new boss. And saying goodbye to an old one. Bernie has

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Tuesday AfternoonSmall-Outlet, No-Stock-In-House Computer Store Owner: Can I help you with anything?Me: Yeah, I'd like to get this 100 GB Maxtor hard drive and a 512 MB RAM chip.Small-Outlet, No-Stock-In-House Computer Store Owner: Sure, that'll be... $193.65 with tax.Me: Here's my bank card. I don't suppose you have anything in stock, do you?Small-Outlet, No-Stock-In-House Computer Store Owner:

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I've just been surfing Wikipedia and I've come across the article about the Central Park Jogger. For anyone not familiar with the story (or are too lazy to move the mouse cursor over to the link to read about it), the Central Park Jogger was a woman who was raped and beaten while jogging in Central Park... at night. Now, when I read this my first reaction was to ask, "Why was she jogging

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Retrograde is a word that refers to something moving backwards. When speaking of planetary motion it refers to the illusion that a planet is moving backwards through the zodiac when it usually moves forward. I feel it is important to mention that this is only an illusion and that planets don't really move backward or temporarily change direction. This illusion is the product of several complex

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Went camping this weekend with Thomson and his brother Chris. We were only gone for one night but it seemed longer than that. Here's the short version: Random fireworks. Beer. Sleeping on a hammock under the open sky. Cooking meals on an open fire. Hiking up a mountainside. Witnessing a breathtaking vista. Picking up a soft ice cream cone on the way home.It seems strange to me when I

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Can a label change your life? I was called "stupid" when I was very young. Mostly because I had a terrible stutter. It bothered me a lot. I couldn't say anything back to defend myself so, instead, I simply set out to prove them wrong. I tried my hardest to be smart. To know things. I imagined my classmates relenting their previous assaults and admitting that they were wrong. Eventually,

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Some people subscribe to the philosophy that "if you're not with me then you're against me." This is an extension of the philosophy that "the friend of my enemy is also my enemy." This is an extreme view that polarizes the world. It colours everyone they come into contact with and forces everyone around them to choose sides. As a strategy, it works best with weak people or people who are

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I've had more (hopefully coherent) thoughts on my rant from the other day. It seems to me that this whole terrorism conflict is between two small groups of people who are each trying to get help from the masses.The US (and its allies, by extension) are trying to sell the war at home to get the support of the people at large. They want to fulfill army recruitment levels and they want allies to

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Resentment. Welling up inside me. I think about London more and more every day. Ruminating. Rummaging through my spare thoughts. Hating these actions of desparity and blind rage. Feeling in my core that something shuold be done. Until I take a look around at how others are reacting. People asking stupid questions and coming up with stupider answers. Treating these terrorists as if they

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Trevor,I'm a diehard Vancouver Canuck fan which means that, by default ,I'm a big Trevor Linden fan. You started your career in Vancouver at a promising 17 years old and you matured at just the right pace to Captain our team to the 7th game of the Cup finals in '94. You were our golden boy. Our solid, stony, steady leader through many a season. Your scoring ability was only matched by your

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I've been trying to write the same post every day for over a week now. I have the idea loosely formed in my head and I feel that it's important so I don't want to let it go. But every time I try to piece it together I get frustrated by my own lack of ability to make the words on the screen match the shape in my head. I have words. Some words. But they never seem to be the right ones when I

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Having a public blog means that you express personal or political ideas to the world at large. This seems like a ballsy thing to do until you realize how many bloggers there really are and that whatever you say tends to get lost in the sea of voices. Having comments on your blog means that occasionally you will get an anonymous comment from someone who thinks you deserve whatever they're about

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Sometimes I get so angry I want to rip this world apart. Tear it from its comfortable foundations and shake it until it makes sense again. Slap it repeatedly with an open hand for sheer humiliation and then begin the real work. Crumble the bureaucratic structures that mindless people flock to. Take away all the people who are deciding all the uncomfortable things for people too terrified to

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I haven't updated in a while. Maybe you've noticed?

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It's happened again. Al Qaeda has already claimed responsibility for four bombs detonated in London this morning. Tomorrow, we can fight about what response should be given. Today, let's just take a moment to see what we can do for or about the victims of this tragedy. From here, all I can give are my thoughts.

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The sky is a blotchy mess. Streaks of blue-grey float past as splotches of white-grey experiment with contrast. The mountains here are low enough to see quite an acreage of sky. Clouds in the distance appear as distinct, misshapen blobs as if they were being reflected in a funhouse mirror. The effect is a dark evening sky. The edge of the horizon is lined with an orange scribble as the

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I woke up sometime on Friday morning to a wave of weakness and mild whole-body aches. I elected to go back to sleep until the discomfort went away or I found the strength to properly deal with it, whichever came first.I woke up again closer to 1 PM. The whole-body aches had become slightly more pronounced and distinct while the weakness was pretty much at the same level. My head was pulsing.

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I can't even type right now. I promise you, someday I will tell you all what happened this day. Just promise me that you'll hold out for the whole truth, with descriptions. And you'll not take any lame excuse for an answer. 'Nuff said. It took me 6 whole minutes to write this without any spelling mistakes.p.s. Imagine how long it took me to write this when I'm drunk.

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Let's re-hash this thing one more time. Just for kicks. For those who don't know, the government of Canada is about to vote on something called Bill C-38. The gist of it is to grant same-sex couples the right to marry. The trick is that there are certain logistical things to work out regarding such a radical concept. Namely, some people strongly oppose it. And since I just received an email

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1) A long time ago, when I was just 16, me and my friend Craig helped fight a minor brush fire. We were out in the sticks at a friend's place. The house we were in was backed into a steep, tree-covered hillside. In fact, most hillsides in all directions were tree-covered as is usually the case in BC. At the first sign of smoke we knew something was wrong and we decided that fighting the fire

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It's frustrating. We work hard in our lab to get everything right. To test everything according to the given spec (if there even is one) or at least in a way that is accurate and makes sense (if there isn't). We write up test reports on a daily basis and we have two people on staff whose sole purpose is to go over these with a fine tooth comb to make sure everything is there and it all makes

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I am somewhat illiterate. By my own definition of the word. Simply put, I have thoughts and feelings that I am unable to express with words. The extent to which I am unable is equivalent to the extent of my illiteracy. A long time ago, one sunny afternoon, I had a thought. It was a fleeting image of the world in 5 dimensions. I saw all of space, time and possibility stretching out before me

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I had a great idea today. It had something to do with a new way to look at something fairly common. I remember exactly what it felt like when it first came to me. It wasn't "genius" in nature but definitely innovative and on the verge of true epiphany. Unfortunately, that's all I can remember. I can't even remember what I was doing when I thought of it. If I could I might be able to

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I've been reading the Onion off and on since 1999 when I first saw this one-line headline accompanied by a picture of a Reach toothbrush, a Gillette Mach3 razor and a standard small black comb:"Comb Technology: Why is it so far behind the razor and the toothbrush?"The title of this post was stolen from one of their one-liners. By far the best Micheal Jackson joke I've ever heard. The crew at

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I heard that this Jamaican sprinter named Asafa Powell broke the world record at the 100 metre today with a time of 9.77 seconds. I immediately got excited because he was faster than Ben Johnson's time of 9.79 from the Seoul Olympics in 1988. But then I looked it up and it turns out that a different guy named Tim Montgomery actually beat it with a 9.78 in 2002. I remember the Ben Johnson thing

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I've been meaning to into the code for my site for a while now. This colour looks dusty and faded, don't you think? Well, not tonight. I'm still in procrastination mode. For now, there are new links. In order of appearance:Quannah is Marcel's sister. I met her once many years ago but I hardly remember her. But she updates her blog regularly, especially when compared to Marcel.Suzi is an

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Live8 is a series of concerts that all occur on July 2nd in various cities that are meant to bring attention to the concerns of the poverty-stricken nations of the world. However, all those involved are very much in support of ending conflicts across the globe because, inevitably, it is those conflicts that most prevent prosperity and humanitarian aid in these remote places. Here is a quote

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I've been randomly selected to be a human test subject. Some students at MIT are taking a survey of webloggers and I'm part of the "representative sample". But they also want additional bloggers to volunteer. If you're interested. Go to this link and request a number. It only takes about 7 minutes if you don't think too hard about the answers.

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The entire dream took place on a space station in orbit above Earth over a week's time. I was there with a bunch of women that I have known at different times in my life. Many were ex-girlfriends. We were on some sort of weeklong trial for life and interaction in space. We were videotaped everywhere we went like some sort of reality TV show. All of the women got along famously except for one

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Went to a party last night. Saw a bunch of people I haven't hung out with in a long time. Got really drunk. It was a good time. Yesterday, as I was getting ready to leave my house, I turned on my TV to just have some background. After about 4-5 minutes the power on the TV turned off for no particular reason. While I knew this was odd I was busy packing some things and making sure I had

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I needed to go for a blood test. I walked into a doctor's office that I'd never been to before. The secretary was overly friendly and the waiting room was standing room only. Her voice was loud and cheery as she repeated what I wanted while writing my information. Instead of making me wait like everyone else she gave me directions to the room and sent me right in.The halls seemed simple

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I think Bill Hicks said it best when he said, "Is life just fuckin' weird, or what?" The aforementioned co-worker who distributed the email opposing gay marriage rode his bike to work today. It's a very nice bike but its most striking feature is its colour. Yellow, Orange, Pink, Red, Blue, and Purple. In a rainbow.

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Slightly sweaty. Closed car. Baking. Flushed. Impatient. Reach the destination. Air conditioning. Cold drink. Tasty. Whip cream. Need a break. Treat myself. Busy day. Run down. Recharging. Thinking. Battle. Anger. Games. Skype. Internet telephony. Strangely at ease. Calm. No shakes. No adrenaline. No stakes. No goal. I still care. But not about winning. Something else

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For the past few days I've been commenting on Patrick's blog. I kind of lost control of myself a bit. I wanted to maintain the silence I've recommended for so many others but I found that I just couldn't. This means that I am weak. Or at least weaker than I'd like to be which equates to the same thing. What's even worse than that is that I might not stop commenting. This, by definition,

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I've been having strangely animated and extremely tense dreams for the past four or five nights. They seem to be laced with danger to myself and/or others I care about. Three nights ago I was bit on the ankle by a poisonous snake while carrying my nephew through a forest. Part of me wanted to stop and treat my wound but instead I carried on because I knew there were other snakes around and his

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Okay, this list came from Jessica. It used to be longer but I pared it down to things I thought would be more informative as opposed to merely somewhat interesting or outright boring. I also added a few options of my own. The idea is that you copy the list to your own blog, remove my comments and replace my checkmarks with your own answers. Participation is optional.Have you ever: (check all

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I want to announce that I have just finished watching the Revenge of the Sith. But I'm too upset to talk about it right now. Talk amongst yourselves. I'll give you a topic. Burger King is neither a burger nor a king. Discuss.If anyone needs me I'll be washing myself in bourbon and ginger ale.

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I would like to address one particular piece of Christian doctrine that has come up over and over again in the aforementioned controversy about Evolution versus Intelligent Design. The Bible states clearly that "God made Man in His own image." I have always considered this to be possibly the vanest and most arrogant statement ever to be uttered. Rivalled only by several statements made by Gene

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I've been distracted this past week. First, I've been very busy at work with a very important project for a very important client who feels it's important that nothing about the nature of his upcoming product be revealed. (Aside: do you think I stressed heavily enough the importance of the entire thing?) I spent all last week planning for this because it's a new type of testing that no one has

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Announced just in this morning! Bob Dylan will be performing at Prospera Place here in Kelowna on July 22! Bob Dylan! In little Kelowna! A 20 minute walk from my house! Un-FUCKING-believable! The only act I can think of that could possibly top this would be the Rolling Stones. Tickets go on sale this Saturday. I have to find a way to make sure I get tickets. Time to call up the usual

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This is the a chain letter for blogs. I got tagged by Arklahomboy. Here goes.-------Total volume of music files on my computer: 15.9 GB The last CD I bought: Linkin Park - Meteora.What I'm listening to now: Dave Chappelle HBO Special - Killing Them SoftlyFive songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me: A3 - Too Sick To Pray, Eminem - Rabbit Run, Guns N' Roses - Locomotive, Faith No More

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Got home from work today and admired the sunshine. Decided it would be a great day to break out the basketball for the season. Dug out my two basketballs. Searched for the air pump and the needle. Headed for the local school up the road. Pumped up both balls and checked them on the pavement for good bounce. It was an outside court at an elementary school and usually I would only use my

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Just finished voting. Signing forms due to lack of registration. Showing proof of identity and current address. The lineups weren't too bad. The process could have taken a lot longer if I hadn't correctly guessed the location of my polling station. Last night I experienced my first "Watson Family Pre-Election Phone Call". It's a tradition that my dad started some time ago with my sisters.

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This had to happen. Three flights there and three flights back. I should've known that the Air Canada baggage handlers wouldn't be able to read the luggage tags correctly that many times in a row. Just got a call from them to co-ordinate delivery this afternoon. Hopefully they can get the address right.

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I work in a very narrow section of a very narrow field of engineering that exists exclusively in an effort to protect consumers from possible harm. I work with equipment that is very specialized for this purpose and is imported from a company in Switzerland. This company is run by a woman who is one of the pioneers in the field. When I first started working here I got the impression that this

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Nothing much to report. At least, nothing that would be interesting to people here. The first half of the day was boring as the Singapore and Taiwan Regulation Speakers worked their way through their material and answered questions with the help of interpreters. The second half of the day had some more interesting (and relevant) material but was dampened as I struggled with fatigue. All the

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Taking off in an airplane always gives me an incredibly powerful feeling. The rumble of the engines and the jerk of the plane as it starts to accelerate. 8 or 10 seconds of being pushed back in the seat until the nose picks up. For about a half a second the mystery of it fills me with an instinctual fear. Then I start reviewing the practical science behind the concept in my head. The shape

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This is my flight schedule for tomorrow.Air Canada - 8396Depart: 8:40 AM PST Ellison Field (YLW) KelownaArrive: 10:53 AM MST Calgary Intl Airport (YYC)Air Canada - 128Depart: 1:15 PM MST Calgary Intl Airport (YYC)Arrive: 7:00PM EST Lester B Pearson Intl (YYZ)Air Canada - 7936Depart: 8:40 PM EST Lester B Pearson Intl (YYZ)Arrive: 10:25 PM EST Baltimore Washington Intl Arpt (BWI)If you hear about

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I met the new upstairs tenant the other day. As I mentioned previously (and as he reminded me, twice in 5 minutes!) his name is Spencer, too. That has got to be the most annoying thing about other guys named Spencer. Always reminding other guys named Spencer that they're not so unique. That was the first day he was here. Haven't seen very much of him since then.Landlady just told me that she

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She cries out in a darkened room. She only has the courage to speak when she knows no one can hear her. A lament in the night. Likely from frustration rather than despair. The former comes from examining her past whereas the latter is a product of her future outlook. Loneliness persists in a world full of people. I want to reach out but I realize that I cannot. I am incapable of making her

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I've been thinking a lot about religion lately. Partly due to the recurrence of an old friend of mine but also because so many human concepts either start or end with the religious question. Is there a God? To me, there are two kinds of religion. The first is just a thought in the back of your head. It's definitely a belief but it never needs to be written down or articulated anywhere in

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These words were heard moments ago on King of the Hill.Nancy (yelling): Bill! Get out of the tub! We're going to steal a news van!Bill (disembodies voice yelling from another room): It's the perfect crime! How will they ever report it?

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I watched Johnny Cash's biography last night. I heard a snippet of his cover of "Bird On A Wire". I was immediately struck by his performance. I downloaded the song this evening and now I'm stunned. The tremor in his voice and unhurried pace stir something inside me. When I hear it I can't understand how he could display so much emotion in his voice without thrashing his guitar against the

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New topic today. Is fear the opposite of courage or just the absence of it? I've thought about this a great deal and I'm not sure the two options are different. Light and darkness are clearly opposites, but darkness is defined as the absence of light. Are courage and fear less like opposites if one is merely the absence of the other? Is there a psychological advantage? Does it help to think

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I woke up this morning and checked my stats to discover something interesting. Has anyone ever heard of a website called Netdisaster? It's a webite that allows you to view a website of your choice with an overlay graphic of some type of destruction. I received four options from one particular fan. The first was pretty boring. It was just a gun firing at the page. But the second was much

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I spent nearly the entire weekend with my nephew. He can be very tiring. Hats off to my sister and all the other full-time parents in the world. We went up to Thomson's place on Saturday where I spent $60 on a bunch of his old crap. But like they say, one man's trash is another man's treasure. I got this sweet rowing machine that I had my eye on for quite a while when we lived under the same

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I have something I really want to blog about but I can't seem to make the words work. It's a very touchy subject so it must be handled just right or people might think very wrongly of me. Each time I try to get it out it's like I leave large portions unexplained or I have huge run-on sentences that make little or no sense. I have the idea of what I want to say in my head but each time I write

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I've received interesting news on two fronts today. First, my new landlord told me there will soon be a new resident in the house. The only thing I know about him is that his name is Spencer. There aren't very many of us in the world but the name seems to be getting more common all the time. I discovered a long time ago that all other guys named 'Spencer' are imbecilic, immature and must go

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What would you do if you woke up tomorrow morning and all the material possessions you had accumulated thus far in your life were gone? House. Fridge. Stock of canned, frozen, dehydrated food stripped away with no grocery store around to restore your stocks. And no one interested in giving up what little food they have in exchange for your insignificant pieces of pretty printed paper. Would

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I've been thinking a lot about the 'mass man' concept lately and the few comments that have been kindly left on that post. There isn't an easy solution to this thing. There isn't one or two simple changes that will fix this. But I think there is something that will at least improve the situation. If each person individually raises their self-esteem above that of merely a face in the crowd, in

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I've just completed yet another great work of fiction. Yes, my timesheet for the past two weeks has been authorized by my boss and in a few hours I'll be getting yet another paycheck. Don't get me wrong. It's not that I sluff off at work or anything. Nothing could be further from the truth. Usually, I'm just too busy to keep accurate track of what I'm working on from minute to minute. It's

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I had something important to talk about tonight but it's just not coming out right and I don't want to rush it or it won't make sense. Instead I'll give you this soundbite from a short story I read just last night called 'Committee Of The Whole.' It was written by Frank Herbert and included in a collection of his short stories titled 'The Worlds Of Frank Herbert.'"Virtually every government in

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I was told on Friday that, as long as it's in the budget, I will be going to Washington, DC in the middle of next month for a conference. I hate to talk about these kinds of things when they're not official yet but I figured that if I didn't announce it here and it got cancelled then I wouldn't be able to bitch about it here either. Leaving one thing out that leads to other things means that

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Where I work, we have an open air test site in the parking lot. Adverse weather conditions can postpone testing for weeks at a time. In an effort to erect a structure that will both look electrically like open air and keep the rain, snow and wind from stalling tests we bought a large air-filled rubber tent from China. Its original use was as a portable airplane hangar. It took several months

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I've been waiting for this movie since sometime last fall. With this much expectation I was destined to be disappointed, right? Wrong. It was everything I asked for. I'm not sure you could call it an adaptation of a graphic novel (read: comic book) simply because it was too similar. Adaptation implies significant changes being made and I'm not sure that is the case here. The only difference

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Slipping in and out of consciousness. The body has had enough rest. But the brain still has dream-images to transfer. Clips and sequences interrupted by brief periods of wakefulness. Not even sure if my eyes fully closed while I slipped back to the dream-state.In one sequence, a feeling of guilt about a hit-and-run accident. But not my own guilt. A disembodied empathy of someone else's

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I hate moving out. But I loooove moving in. This place isn't new. But it's new to me. New arrangement of the furniture. New places to put my stuff. New routines to fit into my environment. Fitting the same amount of crap in a smaller space makes me feel crowded and cozy at the same time. All my machinations in the same room no more than 15 feet away. And my own bathroom not 5 feet from

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Hi,Remember me? I'm your ex-roommate's childhood friend. I've seen you around quite a bit at ball games and going-away dinners for quite a while now but I can't say I know you very well. But you're cute, and you look fun, and there's no better reason to get to know someone better. As a matter of coincidence, you work at the video store closest to my house and lately I've noticed that you seem

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"Recently Martin Kruskal and his collaborators have unexpectedlydiscovered brand new completely integrable systems, and I have helpedclarify some things about such systems.I was able to analyze, with my student Dave Levermore, what happens tosolutions of dispersive systems when dispersion tends to zero.It is a rather surprising new phenomenon, but not easy to express inlayman's terms. In a report

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I'm moving this week. My new landlord doesn't know when I can start moving in and won't promise that it will be before noon on Thursday. My old landlord will be looking over the old place tomorrow afternoon and has already expressed her desire that I be vacated before noon on Thursday. My dad (and his truck) won't be back this week to help me move like I had hoped. But am I worried? Not

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Today is her birthday. But I'm not going to call her. It was on her birthday last year that everything fell apart. I knew she was using again. Or at least that she wanted to which, for an addict, is the next worst thing. I still remember that night like it was yesterday. The other people she had surrounded herself with (she called them "friends") didn't care enough to try to stop her. They

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Eating dirt isn't much fun if you try to do it on purpose. It's much better if you're just playing in the dirt and some happens to get in your mouth. And then you grind it up a little. Wipe the back of your dirty hand across your face to remove your hair or some sweat or something and you smear good clean dirt across your lips. Dirty faces or, perhaps more accurately, perfectly clean faces

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So you've been helping this Orc Warrior for, like, 20 minutes and it's starting to get frustrating. He's too high a level for this quest and you want to tell him but you're too polite. He really wants to finish it, which is cute but annoying at the same time. You finished this same quest days ago now and you have bigger things to accomplish. You'd like to just ditch this guy but you know

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I started work today at 1 PM. I'm trying to switch from an afternoon shift (3:30 PM til midnight) to a morning shift (7:30 PM til 4 PM) in stages. My uncle Kelly called at 4:30 saying that he was in town for one night only and would I like to go for dinner and a few beers. I left work at 6 PM. Two pints, a steak dinner, and 3 hours later I'm thinking about the consequences of my actions and

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Napoleon is the ultimate geek. He lives in his own world and believes what he believes without thought or care for the consequences. His hair is a permed mess. His glasses obscure his eyes. His mouth hangs open in a constant rabbit-like display of his two top front teeth. He openly declares his affection for the kinds of things that teenagers in high school are strictly forbidden (by the

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It comes as no surprise that I find myself turned on by smart television. Plots which are not driven by the whips of painfully placed exposition. Characters which are not beaten into shape by the bludgeons of overexposure and typecasting. Storylines interwoven like fine tapestry. Characters who are both murderous and compassionate. Entire plot turns that are explained with only a well-placed

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Right. So we all complain about our parents sometimes. Does it come as any surprise to anyone that the issues we voice to our friends about our parents do not exactly echo the things we say to our parents? Perhaps some of us try to address the issues with our parents but we use different words. We approach things differently. Does it make us two-faced to not tell our parents exactly how we

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As of yesterday afternoon I am the proud owner of a HP 54200A 50MHz Oscilloscope. Bidding was fierce. I had been looking at a Tektronix 100MHz scope but opted for the less expensive HP model when the bid went too high. How much did I pay, you ask? $40 US. Convert that to Canadian dollars, add the 16% auction fee and the shipping costs and I'm probably looking at $120-$150 before I'm finished

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This weekend I ignored the world more completely than I have for a long time. It started when I forgot my phone at work on Friday. It was beautiful. People called me but I didn't notice. I went on MSN but only for a few minutes each time. I played World of Warcraft. Alone.Maybe some people have noticed that I haven't been updating as much as I used to. It's because I haven't been well. My

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A lot of stories about the devil involve the protagonist(s) being offering some kind of choice or game to play in an effort to win their freedom. But it's inevitably a sham. The game is fixed or the choice is a trick. But the real trick is not obvious. The devil is actually tricking the protagonist(s) into accepting their fate. If they agree to play the game then once they lose they are more

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I had a dream last night. I was surrounded by people that I knew. People close to me. But I couldn't understand any of the things they were saying to me. It was like they were speaking another language. They seemed to understand each other because they were also fighting amongst themselves over who was going to speak to me first. There seemed to be some kind of urgency to the matter. But

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I've been away from this for a while now. Jumping in only periodically. Part of this is an occasional social disinterest. But the greater part is my newfound, all-consuming interest in World of Warcraft. You see, the blog is like the buddies. The group of people I pal around with when I'm not doing anything more constructive, like, working or eating. And WoW is like the new girlfriend.

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I've come to the realization that, lately, I've been coasting in my life. The passion I once had for my work has been replaced with tolerance. I think this must be the burnout that I've heard so much about. For some reason I always thought it would happen while I working crazy hours. Not afterward when I'm just full-time and spending most days looking for other things to work on because there

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It seems that some people are somewhat disturbed by my previous post. Without trying to sound too harsh, I want to say, "GOOD!" Wake up. Take a look around. Realize that there is a world around you with events and people treating other people like crap all the time. And when you see one group treating another group a certain way then you should consider what you can do about it. Consider

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Partition out the life of whichever female figurine you're with at the moment and try to control its (her?) every movement like a child moves a GI Joe action figure. Divide up a jigsaw puzzle into sections. Put each piece in its own case and label it. Check on it every day to make sure that none of the pieces are missing. Having the puzzle put together in a picture is not nearly as important

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Christmas has come and gone. Presents given. Received. Some yet to deliver. I'm pleased to report that everyone had a great time at Grandma's place for Christmas. And as an added bonus, we all survived the trip back to Vernon in the blizzard. Nicely done. Boxing Day afforded me my first opportunity to stand in line at Future Shop from 4 til 6 AM. But I made out good with a 17 inch flat

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