The first few days after our modem went down were frustrating. Needing to check my email several times an hour, post on my blog, Google useless sites, etc. Then I started working more and before you know it weeks have passed and I still have corrected my computer problem. I go for days without checking my email. The world continues to turn. I plan to look into replacing our modem soon but just haven't gotten around to it. The blog has suffered, but not much else. I realized that most of my emails are JUNK and SPAM, MySpace isn't that amazing, and I really don't do much research online.
The dependency is a convenience.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Since Last I Wrote...
My Modem crapped out on me, and I haven't gotten around to repairing/replacing it and so my internet access has been limited. Oh, and I forgot my password to post on this site.
My one act play The Darling Conspiracy was featured in Speaking Ring Theatre's Fourth Annual Viatlity festival. I was very pleased with the production. I need to gear up a few more scripts for upcoming submissions.
We rented a PT Cruiser and drove up to MN for a much needed vacation. It was time to float in the pool, play with the dogs, make goofy faces at the niece and just unwind with loved ones. Of course the days flew by and we made our way back to the city. The daily grind continues.
Oh, and I swallowed a plum pit. I'm not quite sure what happened to it. The first few days afterwards I was alarmed, but now I've just accepted that I may never know what happened to that damn pit.
My one act play The Darling Conspiracy was featured in Speaking Ring Theatre's Fourth Annual Viatlity festival. I was very pleased with the production. I need to gear up a few more scripts for upcoming submissions.
We rented a PT Cruiser and drove up to MN for a much needed vacation. It was time to float in the pool, play with the dogs, make goofy faces at the niece and just unwind with loved ones. Of course the days flew by and we made our way back to the city. The daily grind continues.
Oh, and I swallowed a plum pit. I'm not quite sure what happened to it. The first few days afterwards I was alarmed, but now I've just accepted that I may never know what happened to that damn pit.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
A Little White Lie
I woke up this morning and recieved several emails from concerned friends who had heard talk of crutches, and my injured knee on my MySpace account. I quickly responded to a few saying that I was fine, and my knee was mending.
However, one of my friends got this email response.
Freak accident. I was in that cab that lost control on Ashland over the weekend. It was on the news. Cabbie has chest pains swerves into oncoming traffic flips the cab and I end up in the hospital for a few days. The worst part is that my left knee was hyper-extended and I'm having to give myself these little shots of some kinda drug, Xenalophx, to prevent what might become gangrene. That's when it becomes serious. Other than the few lost teeth the knee was my only injury. The cabbie is fine and I got on the news so it could've been worse.
He can take it. It's just a little joke that I think might've been wasted on anyone else but this friend. This friend will read my email, think about it and then be torn between the two possibilities.
Is it true?
Is he screwing with me?
Then he'll probably write me back a cautious, 'Hey that sucks about the cab. Gangrene, really?' email, and I'll give up the joke and admit what really happened... "No, bruised my knee. Just clowning around with you. Couldn't help it."
(Come to think of it my best friend's mother would've been extremely distraught over the possibilty of me fighting off gangrene. It would've really been funny. Oh well, maybe next time.)
However, one of my friends got this email response.
Freak accident. I was in that cab that lost control on Ashland over the weekend. It was on the news. Cabbie has chest pains swerves into oncoming traffic flips the cab and I end up in the hospital for a few days. The worst part is that my left knee was hyper-extended and I'm having to give myself these little shots of some kinda drug, Xenalophx, to prevent what might become gangrene. That's when it becomes serious. Other than the few lost teeth the knee was my only injury. The cabbie is fine and I got on the news so it could've been worse.
He can take it. It's just a little joke that I think might've been wasted on anyone else but this friend. This friend will read my email, think about it and then be torn between the two possibilities.
Is it true?
Is he screwing with me?
Then he'll probably write me back a cautious, 'Hey that sucks about the cab. Gangrene, really?' email, and I'll give up the joke and admit what really happened... "No, bruised my knee. Just clowning around with you. Couldn't help it."
(Come to think of it my best friend's mother would've been extremely distraught over the possibilty of me fighting off gangrene. It would've really been funny. Oh well, maybe next time.)
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