Here are some recent ruminations:

1) For anyone interested, pixel is completely healed. It’s as if it happened overnight. The wound looked so bad for so many days that I thought there was no way itwould close without surgery. All of the sudden it started to change colors Fridaynight and by tonight (Saturday) it was totally healed. Thank God because I was notlooking forward to putting him though a third terrifying vet trip.

2) I have a new quote: “When one door closes another door two orthree doors open; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon theclosed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us. ” - Alexander Graham Bell“- jeff kelso

3) I was talking to someone I knew in the bathroom the other night and he stoppedour conversation mid-sentence to snort coke. That was a first. Something like thatreally makes you evaluate your position in life. (and I came away thinking thank God I madeit.)

4) I’ve been thinking about fate, doom, destiny, luck, and karma lately. I’ve talkedto a few people recently (one of them might be a red head) and can’t quite wrap myhead around why people believe what they do. I’m the type of person that finds ithard to have any faith in something that I can’t have proven to me via repeatableevidence and the scientific method. I’m too smart and educated to believe that thereisn’t a solid factual or coincidental reason behind every action. Contrary to thatstatement is the fact that I can be a superstitious and faithful person. I throw saltover my shoulder. I knock on wood. I pray. At heart do I believe.

My irritation comes from people that put stipulations on their beliefs. To believein fate and destiny is to relinquish all control over your life. You have no choice,your future is sealed. That’s a fact. If you had a choice, henceforth fate ceasesto exist and free will reigns. There is no gray area or middle ground when it comesto defining what fate is. I don’t understand the practice of picking and choosingwhat you like from each religion or belief and calling it your own. Bending the rulesto fit your needs isn’t corollary to what each individual religion teaches. It’s likesaying “I’ll believe in this relationship as long as I can make up some of my ownrules, and one of them is that it’s ok to sleep with other people without tellingyou.” It doesn’t work that way.

I don’t usually get into the discussion of beliefs because my ultimate answer is “youdon’t know for sure, and I don’t either, so what’s the point of arguing it?” The reasonI bring it up is because I’m faced with a question in my life: Are recent happeningscoincidental or fate and karma?

People:Tom & Katie … & Baby!
Oh someone please tell me this isn’t true. Just when I thought it couldn’t get anyworse with the impending marriage, she’s now gotten pregnant. By someone who isn’tme. Didn’t she say for all those years she was with whats-his-name that she wasn’thaving sex and that she was going to wait for marriage? This sucks. I’m afraid it’stoo late now. I was convinced before that all I needed was to get her to meet me andI’d win her over, but now I’m not really looking forward to dealing with Tom Cruise’slittle brat for the rest of my life. Ugh. And to think I was going to name my secondcat after her.

Update: Best headline yet: “TomKatexpecting TomKitten“

 

My poor boy pixel has hurt his arm. I have no idea how he did it, but I suspect Imay have missed a piece of glass that he broke the other day :( I feel horrible. Ifirst discovered it Saturday night and proceeded to freak out for the next two hours.I know that you’re not supposed to call a vet after hours unless it’s an emergency,but I could see his freakin muscle through that hole. I ended up driving to what Ithought was a 24 hour veterinary hospital only to find out that it was some dude whomoonlights* as vet. The yellow pages said 24 hours, but he wasn’t home. When I calledhim it took forever for him to return my message and then he just proceeded to tellme that it wasn’t an emergency. I take the cat home and by this time he’s all upset- not because of the gash on his arm, but because he hates riding in the car. OnceI get home I call vet #2 and they tell me the same thing … no big deal, bring himin on Monday. If it were me I’d be bustin down emergency room doors for a morphinefix. Pixel didn’t seem to care too much. He was still running around and playing asif nothing was wrong. Sunday I finally get an appointment at 6:00 and the doctor tellsme that I should give him antibiotics and hope that it starts to heal by Thursdayor Friday. If that doesn’t happen then they’re going to have to take him for surgeryto suture him up. (which I guess putting him under anesthesia is more dangerous thanwaiting out an open flesh wound). The doc also told me to put Neosporin on the wound,but that’s just a waste of time. He pretty much licks it all off and then runs aroundwith his tongue hanging out of his mouth because it tastes so bad. So anyway, prayfor my boy that he gets well soon. I’m just thankful that he doesn’t look like he’sin any pain.

*I guess in this case the term would be “daylighting” because he wasn’t actually workingat night

Now playing: Coldplay - Fix You

I know I never post anything, but there really isn’t anything going on lately thatI can actually publish online. I really should force this habit of posting though,so here I am. I’ve included a picture of a squirrel with this post because peoplehave told me that they don’t bother reading my content, but rather “just look at thepictures.” For those of you that are reading and know a little about my currentsituation, you may be pleased to learn that I am no longer rocking out with myc@ck out with my b-town r-industry addiction. (and apparently I’ve started writingin code as well) The situation kind of went sour rather quickly, but I think we’dboth admit that we knew it was coming. It’s also unfortunate that 99% of my relationshipsend this way. Hell, you could probably classify all my relationships as pathological.To quote James Blunt, “the damage is done. the prodigal son is too late. old doorsare closed but he’s always open to relive time in his mind.”

NSFW: I’vebeen addicted to this page lately. It amazes me what kids post on LiveJournalthese days. I am never letting my kids have a blog. Andif they do I’m reading every word of it. I’ll have their RSS feed pagemy cell phone if I have to. No blogs for my children. Somehow (andI don’t know how yet) blogs lead to sex, drugs, and alcoholabuse. Note: Sometimes the site is NSFW because the images are random. And50 at a time. And posted by hipster kids. With mohawks. (for you php losers here’sthe script … I’m thinking of coding a .NET version with the XML feed)

* I hate the word “blog“.

Music: If you’re looking for something that sounds like David Gray but doesn’t suck,I implore you to download JamesBlunt - Back to Bedlam. It’s the best album I’ve heard all year. Which bringsup another question … why do people use iTunes? Why pay a dollar for a song whenyou could pay ten cents at allofmp3? (Although I’ve never used said illegal service.)I’d pay ten cents for a service that got me my music quickly and easily compared tothe free but not hassle-free Usenet, torrent, and Gnutella networks.

That is all for now. Thank you for your attention.

Now playing: James Blunt - Out Of My Mind