What The Purple Box meant

When I was very young, 5 or 6 or so, I had a dream of a glowing purple box. Whenever someone would touch the box they would melt away and die. The dream scared the shit out me, I wanted to go back into it when I woke up and tell everyone not to touch the goddamn thing until we could build a fence around it with big warning signs.

Anyhow, I know this is a long time in coming, but the possible significance of the purple box just recently struck me. Everyone has a fatal flaw that can lead to their downfall in life (for me it's self destructive behavior, for Othello it was pride). Our flaws generally have some sort of strange allure, they are the safeguards that keep us from being vulnerable, or they are buffers from having to face reality all together. Whatever they may be, they are dangerous. They keep us from reaching our potential, they build barriers between ourselves and the people in our lives, and sometimes they may indeed result in our death (say, for example, if your fatal flaw leads to heroin addiction).

So please folks, don't touch that goddam purple box!

Burnt the f*$#/ out

As my title suggests I'm really fuckin burnt out right now. Usually I try not to blog about my boring ass life but I've been too stressed out and too busy to think any nice random thoughts to blog about lately. So here's some random bits about how my life sucks at the moment. Sorry for the bitchfest, but I haven't really done one of those yet and everyone else seems to be bitching online as if someone actually gives a shit, so here it goes.

Working in the meat department of Giant Eagle has made me realize just how lazy minded most people are in general. I get this way too sometimes, but goddam folks, you wanna know where the milk is? IT'S IN THE FRICKIN DAIRY SECTION, DUMBASSES!! Read the signs people, it's not that hard. As most of you probably know, grocery stores put large, readable signs above every isle which list the general item types to be found in the isle below, but most people seem to have such an aversion to reading that they can't even bring themselves to reade these. And as for you, yeah you- you big dumbass crybaby, sometimes the wrapping on the roasts gets a little loose and you're gonna get some blood on your hands. There's nothing we can really do about it, that's life, shit happens sometimes, grow the fuck up. I hope your kids do get infected with blood born illness and die, you ignorant son of a bitch.

I'm still wondering if I have herpes from that hooker a few months ago.

Learning Linux is hard. For those of you not in the computer geek know, Linux is an alternative to using Windows that you can obtain legally free of charge. It's got all kinds of nifty little complications though, like the fact my wireless card won't work with it because it's manufacturer won't release the information on it so Linux programmers can write a device driver for it. So now I've got learn how to install ndiswrapper, a program that acts as a translator between the Windows device driver for the card and Linux, and this is compounded by the fact that Linux doesn't use as many wizards as windows and you have to enter in the commands DOS-style from a command prompt a lot of times if you want to get anything done. And the help section for the command prompt sucks, of course.

They're doing all kinds of things with oreo cookies these days (the mint one's rock).

I got an award at school, "student of the quarter" out of all fifth quarter students, thanks to working my ass off in my math class and getting a recommendation from my math teacher, so yay for me. Too bad it's kind of a pointless award and at the moment I'm so burnt out from working so hard to get the damn thing that I can't even whip up a decent blog entry.

Anyhow, that's about it for me right now. This next week I'm scheduled for 42 hours of work on top of having class Mon., Wed., and Fri. from 6pm-10pm, but after this week we get a little 2 week break from school, so that'll be sweet.

That's all, sorry about the suckiness, this entry was one of my worst yet, but my virtual pal Chuck has been getting on me to update, so here it is.