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Eric

The Matrix

Posted on 2006.05.08 at 11:04
Current Location: 63134
Current Mood: recumbent
Current Music: iTunes database corrupt :(
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Monday, Monday

Couldn't use text messaging this morning, the firefox update crashed firefox (with my weekly tabs already open no less), Ad-aware and Spybot found 90 items collectively (most of them IE related, despite the fact I don't use IE), my Outlook & Notes accounts are so full, they won't close properly, defrag is crawling, and I had over 15 voice messages this morning, most of them from vendors, I have to pick up my Bengal kittens sometime this morning, I'm hungry, I'll be working late today (at the Sister's - adding & deleting user accounts), iTunes can't find my library due to a corrupted file...and I've had to reboot this thing three times before 1100! Perhaps it just feels slow since I've been using my uber-box at home?

So good to me

Dreamed last night that I was trying to get an audience with data10 who was running his business out of an abandoned hotel in the middle of nowhere, but his two oldest sons (who were both middle-aged CEO's) kept blocking me from seeing him. I could get glimpses of him every now and again, and he always wore his political baby-kissing smile, and doing the Queen's wave.

I also dreamed I went to an interview for a unix admin position. This nice-looking lady was doing the interview, and had brought her entire staff with her. Two of them I had met before, but they didn't remember me. It was in a dark hotel room (what's with all the hotels?) and there were lots of drinks and laughing. I was assured the job. I didn't think twice about this short dream until I was asked for my resume today - wtf???

Then I dreamed that I was having a fight with my wife. But I'd look back up and it was galinda822. So then we'd start arguing and it was my wife again. This went on and on. I woke up exhausted.

Monday, Monday

Tickets, emails, and phone calls coming in back-to-back like crazy. astro just called, he's 30 miles out. I'm 10-minutes away. I'm bringing Carla with me to help pick which two kittens we want from the litter. How will my Maine Coon take to this? WE DON'T KNOW!

It was all I hoped it would be.

Yes, I know this song has been posted recently but only today am I feeling the ramifications of leading such a busy life...and a busy dreamlife after hours as it turns out. So much on my mind...all the time.

Oh Monday morning



Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."



Monday morning couldn't guarantee

Got a call from astro. He told me what highway he was on, I set a meeting place. Left work, drove to meeting point. They ended up on a parallel highway. Set a secondary meeting place. Tore-ass across town. Secondary meeting point had been razed. Made an impromptu thrid meeting place - he was three minutes behind me. It was nice seeing astro and his family again. They were travelling in a lumbering R.V., pulling a horsetrailer, preceded by the brother-in-law in a Jeep pulling a car. Only a lack of a rocking chair lashed to the top prevented it from looking straight out of The Beverly Hillbillies. Ok, that's not true, but it sounded funny. All the Bengal kittens were sleeping on the massive dash of the R.V. so I gave them and their mama's some lovin' and picked out two. My wife is naming the one with three legs, 'Trinity' and that being said, I'm thinking of naming the other one, 'Niobe.' I wish them a safe trip!

That Monday evening

Just heard from my daughter. She likes holding the kitties. I hope to game tonight.

You would still be here with me.

Comments:


Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2006-05-08 20:31 (UTC) (Link)
that was a touching story about the guys in the hospital. Sounds like something O. Henry would write. I almost cried.
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-05-08 21:00 (UTC) (Link)
Let it out dude. It's ok.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2006-05-08 21:10 (UTC) (Link)
who wrote that story?
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-05-08 21:30 (UTC) (Link)
Some guy named Arthur...lemme look.

Oh, here he is, Author Unknown.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2006-05-08 21:34 (UTC) (Link)
Some guy named Arthur

Ass.
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-05-08 22:18 (UTC) (Link)
There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.
galinda822 at 2006-05-08 23:31 (UTC) (Link)
It would probably be best if I refrain from commenting on the dream involving me, huh?
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-05-09 00:42 (UTC) (Link)
Hmmmmm.
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