- Bold all of the following TV shows which you’ve ever seen 3 or more episodes of in your lifetime.
- Italicize a show if you’re positive you’ve seen every episode of it.
( Long list )

*gasp* That took forever.

No idea why I'm awake this early, but I am. Kind of passed out after a very late dinner last night.

Concert 1 went very well. I just wish "Breath of Heaven" wasn't giving me fits. (The Bass II line crosses the Bass I line towards the end, and it never fails to trip me up.)

Also, I like most of the other folsk in my row, went a little fast in signing "Silent Night", but past that, we were fabulous.

Goind to go back to bed now.

Due to take a shot, but my BGL is currently 84. Going to wait to see if it goes up a few notches before taking either insulin.

Also having one of those days where I feel like making ex-lax brownies and a pepto bismal milkshake just to see if the two of them can fix what's wrong with me.

As I said earlier to someone who posted this...

I'd gather all my close friends around my deathbed, while I gasped and whezed. Then, when all had gathered, "One of you did this to me. One of you *cough* killed me. And that person is *gasp choke die*"

As embarrassing as it still remains, Joe Hardy from Franklin W. Dixon's Hardy Boys mysteries. For those who've never heard the story, my earliest "crush" was on Joe back in first or second grade. My friend Sixten Otto introduced me to the current at the time paperbacks, and I was hooked.

It also started suggestions of other things that haunt me these days. For example...



(That would be Joe on the right.)

Anyway, I blame the Hardy Boys for making me the homo I am today.

Mind you, this remains theoretical until one or the other calls me back and says "Hey, you're clean, come work for us! Redrum!" but I'm weighing the pros and cons of the two jobs I've interviewed for this past week.

Since the net was down over the weekend, here's the scoop on my Saturday interview. I knew the HR guy from Donato's back in 2000ish. After a drug test and a background check (which I'm waiting to hear back on), he offered me a position in the gas station.

I'm too lazy to make a table, so bear with me.

Wendy's

Pros
Pays more than Kroger's
Would never go hungry
Day shift
easy.

Cons
Working in food
Working with teenagers
Way the hell out in BFE (out by the zoo)

Kroger's

Pros
Union job, so fairly frequent pay raises
Work by myself
Uniform only requires jeans
easy.

Cons
Pay horrible until 4 months on the job
Dealing with Polaris people
Working under a guy I worked with 10 years ago I vaguely remember disliking
shift switches a lot.

In all honesty, I'll probably take whichever one calls me first, since I need a paycheck.

Halfway through Dragons of the Hourglass Mage by Tracy Hickman and Margaret Weis now.

Really liking the Lost Chronicles trilogy. The first book pretty much covered the big gap between Autumn and Winter (you know, the whole how the Heroes actually found Thorbardin and the Hammer or Kharas...), the second book better explained how Laurana gat the Dragon Orb in Ice Wall not to mention how Kitiara wound up with Lord Soth.

So, in the new one, 3 chapters in, we find out who the mysterious help was that managed to get Gilthanas and Silvara out of Neraka after finding out where baby Draconians come from, get a better understanding of Raistlin's rather screwed up relationship with Fistadatlis... Oh yes, and we have Nuitari vs. Takhisis.

Anyway, I need to go find lunch, so I'm outtie.

Woke up to 90+ e-mails from LJ over something Iposted in metaquotes. from mainly people with their panties in a bunch.

Seriously folks, come tell me how you feel about the gravity of National Coming Out Day after you've been out around 20 years and are forced to endure a bunch of young ones who think they're the first to even face hardship over where they stick their dick.

Seriously. Get over it.

"You know you have created God in your own image, when you find that your God hates the same people that you do." Anonymous

I can think of 3 off the top of my head.

Mrs. Barnes, my 8th grade reading teacher, who hand in hand with Mrs. Thompson, my 8th grade English teacher are the ones who encouraged me to write. They also are the ones who managed to introduce me to new authors I never would have tried otherwise. Like Dean Koontz and V.C. Andrews.

The third is I believe now Dr. Rubin, who taught my English 101 in college. The man was pursuing his doctorate in both Spanish and Englishand was one of the teachers who actually made me feel like I could not only survive but thrive in an academic enviornment.

I should also add Dr. King, my History 101 prof to that list. He was attached to the Classics department, which made his class covering prehistory to the middle ages even more facinating. I loved his class. It was one of the few I showed up for on a regular basis.