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Aug. 7th, 2006 @ 09:41 pm
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New blog with a different spinCurrent Mood:  amused Current Music: Bonobo - pilote - turtle (bonobo mix) |
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If anyone ever asks you if chipmunks are able to squeak, you may say, "Yes."
If anyone ever asks you if, upon seeing that a chipmunk is missing a chunk of fur, your heart would sink, you may say, "Yes."
If anyone ever asks you for a good method of catching a chipmunk in an upstairs bathroom, you may say, "With a bucket."
If anyone ever asks you how a chipmunk got into someone's upstairs bathroom, you may say, "I don't know."
If anyone ever asks you if you have felt genuine fear for the life of a chipmunk who has been wounded and may be blind, you may say, "Yes."
If anyone ever asks you if it was a wise decision to leave a wounded, blind chipmunk outside after dusk, you may say, "I don't know, but I hope so."
If anyone ever asks you if it's foolish to worry deeply about the lives of non-humans, you may say, "No."
If anyone ever asks you if, upon meeting a creature that expects you to be its executioner, you simultaneously feel a deep hurt, compassion, and understanding, you may say, "Yes."
(These are the responses I would give, if asked.)
- The younger Collins |
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I am haus frau. After mocking others about it, I have now been relegated to the same position. Never underestimate the retributive power of the world. The world hates the middle class.
So girlfriend has begun her work. She works for an open spaces lobbying group, which keeps her working until about 11 at night, so that leaves me to do dishes, laundry, vacuum, etc. I say this with no anger or spite. It is a good life. I have time to write, cook, run.
I don't.
But the time is there.
Life at Firaxis is enjoyable but it's interesting to work for a man that is a brand. "Sid Meier's Civilization IV." "Sid Meier's Pirates." "Sid Meier's Warlords." And I am "Sid Meier's Henchman."
Sunday was spent exploring. We went and got lost in the Northlands of Baltimore, where Lexus' and livestock exist in equal measure. Rich farmers are something completely foreign to my Pennsylvanian mind. "Wait, you can leave a city and enter an area not filled with squalor? Rural areas don't have to look like the place old school buses go to die?"
Yet because my position here is temporary (only temporarily if I have anything to do with it), I have begun weighing other options.
How much do you get for blood donations again?
...donations means "free" doesn't it.....
Damn it.
But I have been looking at grad schools. Mostly the kind that would pay for me to get a degree. Clearly these are difficult to enter institutions, but it doesn't cost nutin' to look.
Actually, glancing after my freshly arrived internet bill, I rescind my previous statement and would like to go on record saying that it cost an exorbitant amount to look. Inordinate.
So apparently I occasionally talk in my sleep, so sayth the girlfriend. One eve (which I remember being particularly uncomfortable, which was likely the cause of my unrest), I informed my girlfriend that "Sid Meier's telegraph is broken." She shrugged it off, went back to sleep. Later on that evening, she woke again, and, seeing me in a state that appeared conscious, informed me of the state of Sid Meier's telegraph.
"Don't worry, I'll fix it."
"Sid Meier's Telegraph." Anyone else smell a game here?
P.S.
Not only do I still have nothing to put ketchup on, I discovered that girlfriend doesn't even eat ketchup. I "accidentally" pricked her with a needle, and I assure you her blood was red. I can check "alien," "succubus" and "Connecticut resident" off the list, but "zombie" and "Canadian" remain.
Tonight I shall prepare gravy and fries. We shall solve this mystery yet.Current Mood: amused Current Music: Amon Tobin - Mighty Micro People |
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Jun. 1st, 2006 @ 09:07 pm
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I have ketchup in my fridge but nothing to put ketchup on.
Clearly I am savoring my last day in my bachelor pad. Tomorrow the girlfriend moves in.
And will begin working the hours opposite to mine.
My bachelor pad will continue in spirit if not in name.Current Mood:  weird Current Music: Moxy Fruvous - Laika |
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Moved in most of my furniture yesterday. Tomorrow, I move in normal human belongings. The town looks like Abington with 75% more strip malls. It's like a strip mall graveyard
And so Monday morning, after passing through where old strip malls go to die, I end up at Firaxis and begin the real world thing. *gulp*
May. 20th, 2006 @ 11:08 am
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| » BLANKET STATEMENT! |
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So by some strange twist of 1's and 0's, I am unable to post comments on my blog. I want this to stand as an apology to any who I have not responded to. It's not that your statements aren't scintillating. I just can't say nothing.
May. 6th, 2006 @ 12:22 pm
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| » Resolution |
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I am now a proud co-habitant of Lakecrest apartments in rural Cockeysville, Maryland. Didn't even have to road trip down there. I still intend to go to Cracker Barrel. For the crackers.
Job: Check
Apartment: Check
Research Material: Check (Just bought Civ 4 today)
Any sort of idea what my responsibilities will be: Nope
Gonna be an interesting summer. But if things go wrong, there's actually a Rita's right down the street from my apt complex. CAN I GET A VAL-HOLLER!?
It would also seem that Ithaca is willing to foot the bill for me to enter my senior thesis screenplay into competitions. Mmmm freeee. Also, there is a competition specifically for screenplays set in Texas. Well golllllllllly!
Also, I feel that the US legal system was an attempt to step away from bibical religious tenets. My girlfriend says that such ideals are so ingrained in our societial conscious as to be unavoidable. Discuss.
And finally a letter that my friend is sending to France. Read on.
Dear Daft Punk.
My name is Tony and I have leukemia. Please come play at my house. my house You are my favorite robots in the world and I watched Interstella 5555 and can't even count that high.
Love,
Tony (Age 22)
It will be written in crayon on a bloodstained brown paperbag. We hope it will work.
Apr. 30th, 2006 @ 08:32 pm
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So I'm currently apartment hunting, but I was wondering:
Anyone have friends or family in and or better, north of, Baltimore I might be able to talk to about finding a place?
Any help you can give will be greatly appreciated because its starting to get tight, much like the muscles in my neck.
Apr. 29th, 2006 @ 11:11 am
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| » The Future is Tomorrow! |
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Current plans? At this moment, barring any unfortunate mishaps or wrathful acts of YHWH, I'll be working in Hunt Valley, MD for a company called Firaxis. They make video games called Civilization. You might have heard of them. They are kind of a big deal. Also, I am a nerd.
I've found an apartment, but now I must journey 6 hours southwards to actually see it. It will be a grand oddessy as many a Cracker Barrel line the path between Ithaca and Hunt Valley. Not since a Nebraska Black Friday have so many white people gathered together like they do to suckle at lady Cracker Barrel's country-fried teat. Mmmmm.
Now I must await their offer letter to see just how much I am going to be spending this summer to maybe, perhaps, possibly get a job. It's exciting and horrifying at the same time. But I guess that's what comes with entry into the real world. I should be home for about a week whilst I pack and sacrifice lambs to the Gods of Beauracracy.
O Great Beauracracy Gods! Heed my call! I have filled out form 1560zz in triplicate, having each notarized and post marked before the 18th! Please grant me gainful employment so that I may eat and keep my pen hand strong to continue filling out form 667t: Supplication (Mon-Sat and Holidays).
Apr. 24th, 2006 @ 04:27 pm
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