And this, my friends, is how we learn who really gives a shit. I have made little to no effort to get in touch with anyone over the last couple of weeks, and I am finding out some very interesting things about who my real friends are. Kind of entertaining.

SNOW!!! And lots of it! I'm loving the return of winter this year! I kept glancing out the windows at work today and couldn't help but grin when I saw the white flakes flurrying around. We got several inches, a good dose of wind, and it's pretty chilly out there. Quite a 180 from a week ago, sunny and in the 60s. I am so excited to hopefully catch a little more time on the slopes this year to make up for the last five or so of nill. Weeeeeee!!!!

My mother is good at sending me tear jerking forwards. I usually don't read them until days later when I am looking for something to do, but I am rarely ever disappointed. I hope this one is a true story; even if not, it is a good read.

"Caller ID

On a Saturday night several weeks ago, this pastor was working late, and decided to call his wife before he left for home. It was about 10:00 PM, but his wife didn't answer the phone. The pastor let it ring many times. He thought it was odd that she didn't answer, but decided to wrap up a few things and try again in a few minutes.

When he tried again she answered right away. He asked her why she hadn't answered before, and she said that it hadn't rung at their house. They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry ways. The following Monday, the pastor received a call at the church office, which was the phone that he'd used that Saturday night. The man that he spoke with wanted to know why he'd called on Saturday night. The pastor couldn't figure out what the man was talking about. Then the man said, "It rang and rang, but I didn't answer." The pastor remembered the mishap and apologized for disturbing him, explaining that he'd intended to call his wife. The man said, "That's OK. Let me tell you my story.

"You see, I was planning to commit suicide on Saturday night, but before I did, I prayed, 'God if you're there, and you don't want me to do this, give me a sign now.' At that point my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller ID, and it said, 'Almighty God'. I was afraid to answer!" The reason it showed on the man's caller ID that the call came from Almighty God" is because the church that the pastor attends is called Almighty God Tabernacle!!"

What a gloriously long weekend it has been. I'm not even fearing the whole Monday thing tomorrow. I'm going into a busy week catching up from last, but I prefer it that way anyway.

I managed to catch myself yet another cold. And so begins the winter cycle of having a cold for two weeks, none for another two to three, then another cold for two more. I stocked up on meds and kleenex today so I should be fine. Flu shot at work on Tuesday, which I'm hoping will not make me feel as cruddy as some of the stories I've heard. In years past I've only had a sore arm, which I most definitely can handle, even on top of the "sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, and fever." :P

The Max Graham set was fantastic, and nearly perfect. I was worried about how the night might go as it started out pretty sour before we all went down to the Quest, but once I started getting into things I lost track of anything other than the music and the way it was making me feel, which was incredible.

Vend-a-prescription... hopefully popping up in gas stations and grocery stores soon, too. :P

The Official Ramen Homepage. Not sure what makes it the official one, but hell, anything to do with ramen... (via chrome).

I'm starting to see a pattern here. Something tells me XP may not be what it's cracked up to be after seeing two of their billboards defaced posted in the internet in a week's time.

I hope anyone that enjoys astronomy is planning to go watch the Leonid Meteor Storm tonight as it is supposed to be quite a shower. I'm waiting around impatiently to head out to the country, find some dark sky and enjoy the show.

It's a bad shot, but ya get the idea. I'm so excited for this concert. Max Graham is a kickass trance DJ from Toronto that I first heard of less than two months ago, went completely crazy over, and here he is soon after. I thought of it at random points during the day today and started grinning like a monkey (to steal remni's phrase).

Bored out of my gourd and I don't care for once. I've been out and about and keeping my mind busy for days on end, weeks even. Being alone in a quiet apartment feels good for a change.

Will anyone ever be happy with any new software or OS? Still gotta give em props. :o)

[rattus] as long as it doesnt smell like tunas are going to your shower to die
[rattus] I dont see a problem

No, Ian, thankfully my apartment is not THAT nasty.

I've already signed up half the people I know...

from Batcave early this morning:

[poopyhed] what the hell is going on tonight?
[poopyhed] is there this wave of suck that i missed today?

I would say so, TJ.

agh

I keep waking up after only a few hours of sleep. I have had this happen before, but not to this extent. I am only worried because of the major feeling of dread that I keep awaking with... the feeling that I am supposed to be doing something or should not be sleeping for whatever reason. Matt called it apprehension. I think he may be right.