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Dec. 15th, 2002

I feel pretty lazy today. I woke up around 11 and played the bass for a while and watched some TV. Then, for some reason or another, I walked all the way to my office. Capitol Hill to Queen Anne. It took about 45 minutes and it was pouring the whole time. It was fun. I wish I would have worn sturdier shoes though, because three miles in Chuck Taylors just isn't good for anyone.

I worked for a while, but I really spent most of the time goofing off. I played a few games of Joust in the breakroom, learned to play one Skatalites song on the sax, read some LiveJournals, worked on some code for threeimaginarygirls.com, and wrote a few test cases. I didn't finish though, so I'll be back tomorrow. I kind of like working on the weekends and late at night. I think that's cause I don't like people.

I'm gambling hard on the Vegas rally. I'm loaning my truck to a friend to drive down there. So, instead of paying $125 to have my bike professionally shipped down and back, I'm going to send it down in my truck. The gamble is two-fold: The first fold being that there's a chance I'll cancel my reservation on the big truck and then my friend will decide not to go, hence screwing me out of getting my bike down there. I think the chances on that one are pretty low. He seems set on going and isn't known for being flakey at all, so I think I'm cool there. The second fold is that it's 2800 miles roundtrip from here to Vegas and that's a lot of road to be sending two of my four vehicles away on.

I probably don't have anything to worry about. Chris is a good driver. He's been a professional driver. He's a reliable and somewhat responsible person. But, there's always that part of me that gets sketched when things are totally under my control. What a freak.

Anyway, speaking of Vegas, it's going to fucking RULE. It looks like a done deal that me, Simon, and Paul will all be there. The three of us have never been in Vegas together. We have a freaking blast when just two of us get together. Put all three of us in the same place and it's an apocalypse of silliness. Put all three of us in Vegas and I just don't even want to speculate about what kind of lunacy will take place. I'm pretty sure someone's gonna end up peeing in a mailbox though.

I'm pretty much done with xmas at this point. Everyone gets so irritating and obnoxious.

"Oh my! Aren't you just totally depressed that you're going to be alone on Christmas??"

"Um. No."

"How can you stand that? I would be so sad."

"Yeah, well. You're a fucking tool."

For fuck's sake. It just doesn't mean that much to me. I'm not a Christian. I do not celebrate the birth of Christ. So, assuming that that's still what Christmas is supposed to be (just pretend...), it's really not something I feel I need to get all bunched up over. I don't celebrate Bastille Day either. Know why? I'm not French.

Yeah, I participate a little. I still exchange gifts with my family, and I still enjoy the day off (or the day by myself in the office) to sort of take stock of my life, think about what I have, and think about what might happen to me in the next year, but that's pretty much it. No insanely stressful travel, no three week vacation, no crying over not getting that toy robot I've been asking for, no 87 different versions of each different Christmas Carol, as sung by everyone from Art Garfunkel to Frank Zappa.

If you can't be happy by yourself on Christmas, then you need some help. Bah Humbug.

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rzr_grl
Dec. 15th, 2002 05:58 am (UTC)
Aw, man...

I've just convinced myself not to go to vegas for the rally.
Hmpf.
Now I'm all conflickted, and it's all yer fault. Of course, i'm also kinda drunk, so i probably will have forgotten your entry by nmorning, and then I'll just stick by the original decision to not go - which the bright among us might notice is NOT the original original, that being to go, but is the most recent original - not to go after all.

Gah.

I'm all about the having fun... but i'm not all about the spending money, and -to tell the truth- I dind't have all that much fun this time. Vegas kinda stresses me out. I liked craps, tho. And i liked crapping my pants over the stupid rollercoaster. Jezus, i'm such a girl.
vespa59
Dec. 15th, 2002 10:46 am (UTC)
Re: Aw, man...
Well... I hope your confusion holds up, because it'd be cool if you went. It's a good time wandering around the city and seeing scooter people pretty much everywhere you go. I promise you mountains of fun if you go.

Ha! The rollercoaster was so great! We gotta do that again.
(Anonymous)
Dec. 16th, 2002 09:34 am (UTC)
Okay...at the risk of gettin' my ass flamed (not like I care)...

I pretty much agree with you on the whole concept of what humankind has made of Christmas; reducing it to a mad race for the biggest, best, shiniest.

However, I would like to point something out...

What exactly is the meaning of being a "Christian"? (and no, I don't go to Church either)
One who follows the teachings of Jesus Christ, sure (also the teachings of Mohammed, Buddha, Confucius, et al)

BUT

Someone who belongs to an organized religion and goes to Church every Sunday, has the "honk if you love Jesus bumper sticker" on their car and acts like a royal asshole the rest of the week? Nope

Someone who was baptized either at birth or later and had their parents religion foisted on them? Wrong again

Someone who believe the rantings of some TV evangelist with bad hair? Fuck, NO

In most of the major religions, from Judaism to Buddhism, the rule is simple. Treat others as you'd want to be treated, and do no harm. Simple. Basic. But Man in his less than infinite wisdom fucked it up royally.

Religiousity has NOTHING to do with being a Christian/Jew/Buddhist/Muslim (take your pick). What you give back to the world and the people you come in contact with does.

Okay...I'm getting off the soapbox now and will leave you with the words of my hero, Woody Allen:

"If Jesus came back today and saw what was being done in His name, he'd never stop throwing up."

Enjoy the Holiday, whatever your plans

D





(Anonymous)
Dec. 16th, 2002 10:09 am (UTC)
well...no ass-flammin' here....right on sista!
(Anonymous)
Dec. 16th, 2002 11:03 am (UTC)
Granted most Christmas music sucks (imho), but this one below kinda sums it all up.

Peace out


THE REBEL JESUS
Original recording from the Chieftain's album The Bells Of Dublin

The streets are filled with laughter and light
And the music of the season
And the merchants' windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurrying to their homes
As the sky darkens and freezes
Will be gathering around the hearths and tables
Giving thanks for all God's graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus

They call him by the "Prince of Peace"
And they call him by "The Saviour"
And they pray to him upon the sea
And in every bold endeavor
As they fill his churches with their pride and gold
And their faith in him increases
But they've turned the nature that I worshipped in
From a temple to a robber's den
In the words of the rebel Jesus

We guard our world with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should seize us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why there are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus

But pardon me if I have seemed
To take the tone of judgement
For I've no wish to come between
This day and your enjoyment
In this life of hardship and of earthly toil
We have need for anything that frees us
So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer
From a heathen and a pagan
On the side of the rebel Jesus.

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