August 17th, 2007
I had an epiphany
Some nails, a hammer and me
Pound, pound, pound – hammer to wood
I’ll sink these nails all real good
Tap, tap, tap – this plank to plank
With nothing but tools to thank
There’s not a flaw to detect
Said the two year old architect
I had to fix a few spots on my Mothers back patio. One spot was an issue with the floor planks needing support, the other was to replace a missing railing. I got started by whacking off the existing pieces of wood to hold the railing because they needed replaced. I took one end and nailed it onto the other for added support. Once that was done I got to measuring the new boards that needed to go up so I could cut them. While I was doing that Perrin was very helpful. He got me the box of nails, he got me the tape measure, and he resituated the boards for me. Then he got the hammer to make sure that all of the nails I just put in were pounded in far enough…
That’s him with the hammer just banging away at the railing… He is such a good little architect. I’m sure he’ll grow up to be an excellent god 
So wake up Christianity, you have a new ‘chosen son’ moving in ~ this one just happens to be a GRAND son. *smirk*
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August 15th, 2007
Perrin is my runestone…
A few weeks ago I had a few issues with my primary email account in that it was offline for a while (and still is) so I missed a notification from vBulletin.org. The notification was for a possible exploit in one of the add-ons on OccultCorpus. The exploit was actually minor, and hard to get into, but it was an exploit all the same…and an exploit I’d not have known about otherwise…
I went out to feed the chickens one day and he hopped onto my chair, grabbed my mouse and got to work… He clicked an icon from the top of FireFox, the one for my del.icio.us tags. That in and of itself was likely a strange thing, as it’s surrounded by other clickable icons.
He then scrolled down to the bottom of the page and clicked on the only link listed that had a “problem”. When I got back to my desk I noticed the open window and almost got angry that he was clicking things that he should not have been clicking… thats when I noticed the bright red warning on the page he found.
More recently he was in here alone as I was out with Cyndi (his mom was in the other room on that computer) and again he got to work clicking random things. He opened up an image (which I don’t even know where it’s at on the computer, so can’t tell ya how he did it) and had the program maximized so that there was NO WAY I’d miss it.
The image in question, indirectly predicted one of the new members on the forum….as the member is new, I can only guess if this is a good or a bad omen, but it’s an omen all the same, and an omen divined from a click happy two year old.
Strange…strange indeed.
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August 12th, 2007
I look forward to time off, time off from life, the universe and everything. I am tired, and have been. I don’t really know why though, it’s not like I do a heck of a lot…but it seems like if it’s not one thing, it’s another, and I just want to not worry about it for a couple of days, to just sit here and listen to music.
I don’t want to log in to the forums (any of them), I don’t want to check my stats, I don’t want to play any of my games… and I don’t want to watch TV, play with grandchildren, pet Azrael, feed the chickens, weed the garden, get pricked by okra, do laundry, dishes, or sweep the floor…nothing, nada, zip, zilch, and maybe a bit of silence.
I just am not sure how I can ever NOT do at least some of that in a day.
I think I may actually be sick, I should NOT be this lazy, this tired, this exhausted from doing what little I actually do manage to do.
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August 8th, 2007
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August 8th, 2007
I got my first full time job on August, 8th, 1988. That’s 8/8/88 for those into numbers. I’ve been pretty much full time ever since with the exception of two years off to waste away my life, and two winters off on unemployment.
I really do not think man was meant to work for 40 hours a week, or at least not 5 days a week, and most certainly not 6 or 7 days a week. I’d personally feel better if I could work a 40 hour week, but at 4 ten hour days, rather then 5 at 8. This would allow me three days off to actually have a life.
I guess it does not really matter now though, as I do love my current job. I simply adore Perrin, and I enjoy being here when my lovely Cyndi gets home. I simply could not ask for a more magickal existence then I live every day.
Though I do look back into my past and feel I have wasted away many years of my life, especially those few years that I was still considered a child. In 1988 when I got that first job I was 15, and that is far too young to start working 30-40 hours a week. I think if I could have started over, I’d have cut my hours in half so that I could have enjoyed many more weekends…
But life is good, and I think I turned out OK.
Happy Anniversary Work!
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