Nov 09
Age is nothing more then a collection of permanent medical conditions. - Kevin Shurtleff
When your a kid you get sick or hurt, it sucks but you get better and forget all about it, sometimes you even get a wicked scar to show off to people later in life. When you get older your body begins to loose its superhero powers and a visit to the doctors office results more often in telling your friends and family your new “condition”.
All things considered a minor spot in my vision is nothing to really complain about considering it could have been the doctor telling me that “the retina in your eye resents the rest of your eye and has decided to go its own way. We are going to need to weld it down with lasers”.
So far my permanent medical conditions are up to 2.
Jun 10
I’ve almost completely redesigned my site. I widened it, colored it, and changed the header image. I’m ecstatic with how it turned out. I love the color black, but for my site it was just a little drab and I didn’t really see that until I added some color to it. I started my site out with the chaotic soul theme and slowly its been morphing into my own custom creation. I still need to re-design my AMV section, but for now bask in the blueish glory!
My vacation to West Virginia was great, I got to see my family, got some reading done, even went to an amusement park, but for the most part I just chilled out and relaxed. My mom always treats me too well when I’m there, making it so I don’t have to lift a finger to do anything, and my sisters are always looking for something for us to do, I was too spoiled there, it was great.
A while back I saw info on a multi-touch LCD screen and was astounded (for non technophiles, until recently any touch screen could only register one point of contact) well finally this technology has been made into a product by none other then Microsoft. With a pricetag of $10,000 its going to be a while before it finds its way into homes, but as with all technology as time goes on the price will drop and this technology will be everywhere.
May 19
I’m flying to West Virginia on the 24th to see my Mom and the WV crew. I’m really excited to see all of them again and get some relaxation and reading done. What I’m not looking forward to is the flight out. I imagine that the engineers that took measurements for the proper size of seats in aircraft must have only had the pygmy tribes of Africa for models since it is impossible for anyone over 5′5″ and 150 Lbs. to be comfortable in them. Travel is not so bad on the 737s that typically take you along the first leg of the journey to Cincinnati or Chicago, but the last leg to Charleston is always done in a Canadian Regional Jet or CRJ as they are called. These planes are so small that they commonly have people move to different seats for proper weight distribution and unlike the 737 the CRJs are designed not for the average pygmy but for children, midgets, and amputees. Riding in one of these is like riding in the back of a sports car, a sports car with 50 back seats filled with people you don’t know.
On the lucid dreaming front I’ve had two new successes.
The first dream, I was attending a birthday party for a rich guy who I didn’t know. After the party I was traveling home by way of snow tube (the tubes you sled on). About halfway home I realized that I had left my shoes and one of my socks at the party, I also thought that traveling over the point of the mountain on a snow tube at night would probably not be safe. I slid back to the mansion of the rich dude and was trying to find him so I could ask if I could stay the night. I looked through about a half dozen rooms when I came across one that was filled with cabinets, and cabinet was a music box that played a different song, and I realized that I had seen this room in another dream and at that point realized I was dreaming. I then tried to change the house literally with the waiving of my hand, which didn’t work exactly but I did make the rich dude into a rich woman, but, right as I started talking to her I woke up.
The second dream I had, I was riding down a country lane on a motorcycle and popping a wheelie with each shift of the gears. The trees on either side were fall colors and some leaves littered the ground and the wind blowing by felt great. I don’t think there was anything in particular that I noticed but I just suddenly realized I was dreaming so I pointed the motorcycle for the sky and took off into the air. As I headed upwards I saw the sky was just crappy grayness and I thought “No, I want blue skies.” and the skies started to break apart into individual clouds and I soared up between them, then I woke up.
It’s been a couple weeks now since the motorcycle flying dream and I haven’t had another lucid dream, but the good thing with practicing lucid dreaming is, you get a chance to practice every night.
In other news I am now the big 3 0 and in my wise old age of 30, I have come to the conclusion that old, is always older then you. No matter how old you get, you will always think, (my age + 10 years) now that’s old.
P.S. No matter how comfortable with air travel you are, and I am very used to it, you always think “What if this time is the time something goes wrong and I plummet to a fiery death.” so if that happens I just want you to all know….. I never really liked any of you, and I want all my possessions blended into a paste and used to fill my coffin =P
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