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Apr. 29th, 2005 08:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinHeadache, slight, pressing at the top of my neck.
The office seems lonely and dead today. My outlook is slanted towards the negative, and I am not quite sure how to snap out of it, short of maybe, you know, tossing some office chairs through windows and storming out of the office to spent the rest of the day nursing a big styrofoam cup of tea on the lakeshore.
It's very quiet, and I am hoping to be able to get these Carnivale episodes to play on this computer. That would be nice. I started watching the first few minutes of "Milfay," which I'd actually seen when it originally aired, but then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thajinx called, and we had a hilariously awesome conversation (as usual), so I brought the discs that wildsoda sent with me to work today.
Yesterday was Take Your Child to Work Day, and so my day was punctuated with pandemonium-heard-through-walls, as my office backs up to the main dining area for the company. Long streams of munchkins would tromp past my office, only a few stopping to read the flyers we print up every year for this day:
The first year I worked here, I wrote in the truest answer, "Painter."
Last year, I wrote, "Switchboard Operator with a Degree in Theatre," and I also changed the photos from the hokey 'occupational' ones to a portrait of Shakespeare and a pissed-off looking operator.
This year, I wrote, "painter, a millionaire, an actor, a genius, an architect, a writer, a singer, a songwriter, a movie director, a scientist, an explorer, an astronomer, a mysterious force with which to be reckoned."
I've only dabbled in a few dreams, it seems. And from day to day, it seems like the inherent worth of all that I've accomplished varies wildly. I suppose that's the human condition, bub.
The office seems lonely and dead today. My outlook is slanted towards the negative, and I am not quite sure how to snap out of it, short of maybe, you know, tossing some office chairs through windows and storming out of the office to spent the rest of the day nursing a big styrofoam cup of tea on the lakeshore.
It's very quiet, and I am hoping to be able to get these Carnivale episodes to play on this computer. That would be nice. I started watching the first few minutes of "Milfay," which I'd actually seen when it originally aired, but then
thajinx called, and we had a hilariously awesome conversation (as usual), so I brought the discs that wildsoda sent with me to work today.Yesterday was Take Your Child to Work Day, and so my day was punctuated with pandemonium-heard-through-walls, as my office backs up to the main dining area for the company. Long streams of munchkins would tromp past my office, only a few stopping to read the flyers we print up every year for this day:
WHEN I WAS
YOUNGER,
I ALWAYS WANTED
TO BE A
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The first year I worked here, I wrote in the truest answer, "Painter."
Last year, I wrote, "Switchboard Operator with a Degree in Theatre," and I also changed the photos from the hokey 'occupational' ones to a portrait of Shakespeare and a pissed-off looking operator.
This year, I wrote, "painter, a millionaire, an actor, a genius, an architect, a writer, a singer, a songwriter, a movie director, a scientist, an explorer, an astronomer, a mysterious force with which to be reckoned."
I've only dabbled in a few dreams, it seems. And from day to day, it seems like the inherent worth of all that I've accomplished varies wildly. I suppose that's the human condition, bub.
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Date: 2005-04-29 02:13 pm (UTC)And, BTW, you already ARE "a mysterious force with which to be reckoned." :)
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Date: 2005-04-29 02:31 pm (UTC)ShawnShaunSean guy.no subject
Date: 2005-04-29 03:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-29 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-29 03:50 pm (UTC)LMAO.
Chin up! You are loved, and widely admired, and your tiara is shiny! (And you are funny, which proportionally, counts as much as a gazillion other things.)
AND OMG GET WATCHING. ALI AND I ARE WILDLY SPECULATING ABOUT YOUR REACTION TO 'BABYLON' AND WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF SPEC, SO WATCH ALREADY!
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Date: 2005-04-29 03:57 pm (UTC)Heh heh, how can I ever be anything less than sparkly, with you guys around? It'll be good to see you again, tomorrow. What time are you getting in, and how late are you staying in town?
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Date: 2005-04-29 04:03 pm (UTC)We'll probably leave Chicagoland sometime after lunch on Sunday.
Cannot WAIT to see you again! Last time was so chaotic and rushed...
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Date: 2005-04-29 02:32 pm (UTC)gawrsh, man.
*poses all bashful-like from a completely different room*
*hides under a blanket*
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Date: 2005-04-29 04:21 pm (UTC)P.S. The VLC program, (available at Videolan, will play all those Carnivale episodes.
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Date: 2005-04-29 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-29 07:29 pm (UTC)Course, by the time I was 6, I no longer idolized my cousin, but rather an animated character from a children's show.
I wanted to be a plumber when I grew up, because Mario showed it was cool.
Flash forward a couple years, and I had the grand dream of flying and going to space, which got shot down at an air show when I was 13 when an air force pilot informed me that my vision was too bad to fly. This, despite the fact these days flying involves looking at a display panel a foot away from your face. Then I was all about being an astronomer, but I've since decided against that, due to the copious amounts of money it takes to go to a university that long.