Captain's Log Supplemental

I really do find it funny how my family can have rather limited interest in my life’s goings on and a frequent disregard for anything important to me, except when one of them decides they are opposed to something from the get go, want to know everything, yet don’t actually give a crap because they are already decided without caring. Where as my friends generally are fair, and respectful, not to mention comfortable to communicate with instead of making my head hurt as a matter of S.O.P.

Well guess what? Since I’m gonna be given headaches from family anyway, I ain’t saying much of jack shit lol. Keeping annoying people in the dark is a reward for them being annoying :-).

Or this post is just so my brother can have something to talk to my mother about 8=).

In getting home, I was as usual intending to hit zombie land with some friends, when my mother decided it was time to go grocery shopping o/. In informing on eof my friends about it, the discussion hit the ground of my mother pretty much refusing to drive herself—and my friend stating that she would tell her mother, that “If she doesn’t want to  drive then she obviously doesn’t want to go very bad”, when I noted this sentiment to my mother, ma pretty much told us both to go fuck ourselves.


Later talking to the same friend about arguing with my mother, over how my mother is strongly opposed to me ever taking a vacation: my friend noted that my mother sounded very controlling, which made me burst out laughing, even more so because my mother is a self admitted control freak! To which my mother again told my friend “To go fuck himself”.




Later tonight some of us were on my TeamSpeak server talking, and ma came in to badger me, so I asked her if she wanted to, and of course my mother again stated it again, and  my friend pointed out “Herself” instead of “Himself”, making my mother even more confused lol. So yeah, at least 3 times today my mother has told one of my friends that 8=). Guess London was smart to log off before he could end up listening to my mother >_>.






Am I the only one in my family that knows how NOT to be hostile and rude to people you don’t even know?

Since I’m not quite able to get back asleep, I thought I would decide on what to do with the photo’s from Thursday’s ride home.

On my way out I was telling a friend that it was about to “Rain cats, dogs, and zombies out here”. Things pretty much went from nadda to bucket, upon bucket, upon bucket coming straight down and the area around Medlock Bridge and State Bridge, probably had 20+ air to ground  lighting strikes within the horizon, just trying to get through the darn light. At one point, I thought about snapping a picture to show my mother the fun, but sadly, noticed that the view through the camera was like 30% more clear than looking through the windshield.

Thursday’s storms were both the worst driving conditions I’ve had to deal with and the most fun driving home I’ve had, lol. Heck, people started driving with their emergency flashers on and several started to pull over, yet I didn’t have any real trouble driving next to blind most of the way :-/

You know, when your communication methods have reach the expansion point of like 7 or 8 instant messaging networks, VoIP, and SMS technology, you know your logging infrastructural is kaput lol.

Something that I was thinking about on the way home tonight: it does say something, how we chose to spend our time. Or should we say, it does to me, because in my view Life is Time and Time is Life, so much so that I almost wrote “spend our life”, lol. That is also perhaps why I consider wasted time, a grave form of disrespect.

I’ve pretty much decided how I want to spend my time at this point, and it occurred to me, because of my (above) views, does arguably condescend to specifying the other as well. Somehow, that kind of gives me a satisfied feeling because of my choices. Is there anything more telling than time?

Simply put my solution to a properly-bad-mood, was either I’m going to bed or hitting  game, may as well hit a game. But what I really felt like was hitting my head into the proverbial wall.

Well that makes three sides and I’m too lazy to fetch a coin, so I asked Python for help:

23:34 – Spidey01: You wanna know how good random numbers are?
23:34 – Friend: um sure
23:35 – Spidey01: Ok, so I decided I’m either going to play a game, go to bed, or bang my head into a wall
23:36 – Spidey01: > python
Python 2.6.5 (r265:79096, Mar 19 2010, 21:48:26) [MSC v.1500 32 bit (Intel)] on
win32
Type “help”, “copyright”, “credits” or “license” for more information.
>>> from random import choice
>>> choice([‘game’, ‘head-bang’, ‘bed’])
‘head-bang’
>>>
23:36 – Spidey01: Door jams are good for that, right?
23:36 – Friend: aw
23:37 – Friend: i dont think banging your head against a wall with help anything
23:37 – Spidey01: Dang, my head is harder than the wall o/
23:38 – Spidey01: Well, I didn’t think the Random numbers would hate me….
23:38 – Friend: well it is random
23:38 – Spidey01: 1/3 though
23:39 – Friend: lol

And yes, I really did bang my head into the door jam, lol.