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05/31/2005: "Bodily functions."

Ever been up to Leeds, New York? The place is friggen quiet. And now it looks like my family is even closer to selling my grandparents' house. I really don't mind. I mean, I love(d) my grandparents, and I have plenty of good memories from that house, but any real attachment I had to the physical house is gone. I got my Intellivision back, it can go to another family now.

On a related note, I want to celebrate El Dia de los Muertos this year. I know it's nothing like All Hallows Eve, but I still think it's so much better. It's a much brighter spin on death. They're gone, but not forgotten, so let's have a picnic! Makes me think of the tradition of having a wake. It's kinda a rememberance for the recently deceased, but I think it was origionally done because - with the medical standards back then - on occasion a dead person would "wake" up, so they would wait a few days before burying a person, and leave a seat at the table for them.

If you're wondering about the...well, whatever it is that this blog is for tonight, it's because I woke up sick yesterday, and I was allright at first, but it went downhill to the point where I couldn't sleep last night and I couldn't wake up this morning. So, here I am late at night and I can't sleep. Even with being doped up on Tylenol. Damn you non-drowsy formila.

And do any of you know what I'm talking about when I mention the story of like the guy back in the older but not way old days (you know, when steam first became a popular resource) and he had a race with a drilling machine to see who could be the first to dig a tunnel through a mountain? If memory (or creativity in the most likely case that I'm making this up as I go along) serves me right, he actually beat the machine. He died of a heart attack right afterwards, but that's besides the point...I think. I think of this because I had the same thing kinda with my father the other day. We needed to clean the driveway cause that's all my mother had told us to do for the day, and him being him would not give up on using the leaf blower converted into a vaccum, and I grabed a broom. In the time it took him to get it out, hooked up, fixed and cursed at, and finally working, I had allready finished the drive way. Then, being stubborn, he used it in the backyard, and as it turned out, the thing still didn't work well unless someone sweeped everything into piles first... it's just like it was in the winter with him and his snowblower, and me and my broom. I think it's freaking funny.

That's it.

F*R*A*G: Just like a... Bathtub...