Well folks, I have good new and bad news. I know I've been pretty much absentee for the last few months. The reason is, I finally got the laboratory position I had been seeking at UC!
That's good news! The bad news is, I'm now officially poor as my income dropped more than 50% to take this position (but I needed it to get to the next stage of my PhD pursuit). As such, the gorgeous naked ladies (and other gorgeous friends) have become a luxury that's no longer in the budget.
I'm going to have to let my membership stop renewing at the end of this paycycle (which I assume is the end of July).
For those of you interested, you can email me via SG till the end of the month if your interested in my email. And I do have a (almost non-existent) prescence on myspace under the same moniker, "BurningKrome". I'll have to update my page too.
Thanks for the good times and the beautiful ink! Best of the best to everyone!
CYA!
M
That's good news! The bad news is, I'm now officially poor as my income dropped more than 50% to take this position (but I needed it to get to the next stage of my PhD pursuit). As such, the gorgeous naked ladies (and other gorgeous friends) have become a luxury that's no longer in the budget.
I'm going to have to let my membership stop renewing at the end of this paycycle (which I assume is the end of July).
For those of you interested, you can email me via SG till the end of the month if your interested in my email. And I do have a (almost non-existent) prescence on myspace under the same moniker, "BurningKrome". I'll have to update my page too.
Thanks for the good times and the beautiful ink! Best of the best to everyone!
CYA!
M
I've decided this will be my new online dating profileĀ
"Decent looking, oversexed, middle-aged intellectual going into heavy debt to obtain a degree that will allow him to cut his existing income by 2/3rds seeks attractive, over-sexed woman into tattoos, unusually colored hair and men with no apparent financial or common sense. Please know that Homer was a Greek poet as well as the heroic and admirable father figure from the Simpsons."
This is fucking cool...
Bodyworlds 2
"Decent looking, oversexed, middle-aged intellectual going into heavy debt to obtain a degree that will allow him to cut his existing income by 2/3rds seeks attractive, over-sexed woman into tattoos, unusually colored hair and men with no apparent financial or common sense. Please know that Homer was a Greek poet as well as the heroic and admirable father figure from the Simpsons."
This is fucking cool...
Bodyworlds 2
The grades are in...all "A"s except for one class because the teacher told me to submit my final report on the 24th...and when I did (on the 24th) she told me she had already sent the grades in and I got a "C" because I didn't turn in my final paper. What a rip (especially because I have all her emails proving she said the 24th.) It's with the review committee now, but I have to work with this teacher for about another year...so I don't know if it's worth pushing too hard and pissing her off (because, basically, the only way to get the grade changed is prove to her boss that she fucked up...not good...)
Between classes at UC, COSC and testing out of stuff, I may be able to tally 24 credits for this semester. Whoo hoo! I've finished my Certificate of Biotechnology and I even got a couple of days of riding in to boot!
Now I just have to finish that rascally degree thing. And find money to finish that degree thing. And eat. And get accepted to grad school.
Between classes at UC, COSC and testing out of stuff, I may be able to tally 24 credits for this semester. Whoo hoo! I've finished my Certificate of Biotechnology and I even got a couple of days of riding in to boot!
Now I just have to finish that rascally degree thing. And find money to finish that degree thing. And eat. And get accepted to grad school.
Listening to 80's hits is always a bad idea. Good times.
Sometimes I can't decide if I've lived my life particularly well, or particularly badly.
Sometimes I act like I'm already 80. Sometimes I feel that way.
How's your day been?
Sometimes I can't decide if I've lived my life particularly well, or particularly badly.
Sometimes I act like I'm already 80. Sometimes I feel that way.
How's your day been?
What happens when you are up at 4 AM...
****
We stood toe to toe, as I stared unblinkingly into the bony sockets. The effect would have been far more satisfying had there been deep burning embers, or some endless abyss...but they were just your typical hollowed out bone. I mean, if you're going to glare...it's at least nice to have something interesting to glare into.
"Come with me child. It is time." he said with an earth shattering tone like a windless hurricane.
I glared deeper into the little eggshells. "To hell with you, my fine fool, Death. I will not go meekly like an obedient child...or a quivering bride. No. You'll have to mount me like an intractable whore...and drag me, kicking and screaming..." I managed to say with a conviction that comes only from a lifetime of practice in your bathroom mirror.
"Mount?" he replied after a short pause.
I blinked, "Um...excuse me?"
"Fine", he said eventually with all the resonance of a chartered accountant searching for a missing pencil under his desk. "Stay. Have a nice...whatever." He turned to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute!" I found myself bleating out. "Aren't you supposed to reach into my soul, or make me some sort of bet over a chess move...or at least offer an attempt at a threatening gesture or something?!"
He turned to face me...as effectively as someone with no face - at least as most people define it - can.
"Look. I already read your favorite little quote you posted on that whatever porn site. Ripped it off from some play or whatever, did we?"
"Well, I...uh..."
"And I suspect you've spent your whole life just waiting to use it?" and then added, rather sheepishly, "...no pun intended."
I wittily gave him a confused stare in response.
"Well, whatever." he continued, "Suit yourself. But if you'll take just a moment to have a glance over your right shoulder at the 'remains of the day' - as it were - you'll notice you're pretty much already dead. So no matter of kicking and screaming and whoring or whatever is going to make a fine bit of difference."
I glanced over and looked down upon what was once my "earthly host". My mouth opened and closed like a fish trying to figure out what that little twinge is just before the hook is set.
"Sooo, you've basically got two options", he continued. "Stay here as a ghost, running around warning pissy old misers to mend their ways and getting accused of being un-refrigerated gravy or whatever...or come with me."
"To where?" I found myself finally asking, with the dejected tone of a fourth grader just figuring out that it's either fractions or the principals office.
His voice returned to its' previous resonance, filling the room with a bellow sounding like it was created by a mixing engineer with bad bi-lateral ear infections. "To the unknown." his voice shook me like a motionless earthquake. "Cross with me now, child, through the veil that separates this world from the...blah blah blah..." He jiggled his bony fingers sarcastically in the air with an unnerving 'clackety' sound.
I found my voice again after a seemingly interminable pause contemplating how someone with no facial expression whatsoever could so effectively give the impression of rolling his eyes. "So there is another world? An afterlife? It's not just 'Blink, and you don't exist anymore?' "
"Dunno." he replied with a tone that inferred he would be looking at his wristwatch, had he owned one.
"Dunno?!" I blurted.
"Dunno." he repeated in the manner one does when speaking to the 'slow' nephew. "I'm like the mailman, see. The little old blue haired lady signs the form, in goes the box of Efferdent and support hose and I don't even get invited in for a quick cup of tea. Not even at Christmas." he muttered the last line contemptuously to himself.
"But...you're Death for crying out loud!" I belched out, trying to put as much emphasis on the 'D' word as possible.
Even a stoic, stony edifice would have been a better reply than the pithy little shrug I got - reminding me of the building plumber's response to my exasperated queries as to why he didn't bring his tools. Identifying "pithy" on a completely featureless face is hard to describe...but he had managed to accomplish it. At least a frozen unresponsiveness would have had some decorum.
"May I have a moment?" I asked, humbly.
"Take all the time you want," he replied distractedly. "I'll be leaving in about a minute."
So it comes down to this, I thought to myself. Even in death, the same depressing conundrum. Stay here in the safe, familiar, miserable little mess you created for yourself - or leap blindly into...well, something probably worse. I glanced around my bedroom taking a moment to peruse my rotund, limp and entirely uninspiring body which was slowly deflating into the hitherto unforeseen depths of the uninspiring.
Eventually, I turned back to the stereotypically cloaked figure. "Eh...what the Hell."
****
We stood toe to toe, as I stared unblinkingly into the bony sockets. The effect would have been far more satisfying had there been deep burning embers, or some endless abyss...but they were just your typical hollowed out bone. I mean, if you're going to glare...it's at least nice to have something interesting to glare into.
"Come with me child. It is time." he said with an earth shattering tone like a windless hurricane.
I glared deeper into the little eggshells. "To hell with you, my fine fool, Death. I will not go meekly like an obedient child...or a quivering bride. No. You'll have to mount me like an intractable whore...and drag me, kicking and screaming..." I managed to say with a conviction that comes only from a lifetime of practice in your bathroom mirror.
"Mount?" he replied after a short pause.
I blinked, "Um...excuse me?"
"Fine", he said eventually with all the resonance of a chartered accountant searching for a missing pencil under his desk. "Stay. Have a nice...whatever." He turned to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute!" I found myself bleating out. "Aren't you supposed to reach into my soul, or make me some sort of bet over a chess move...or at least offer an attempt at a threatening gesture or something?!"
He turned to face me...as effectively as someone with no face - at least as most people define it - can.
"Look. I already read your favorite little quote you posted on that whatever porn site. Ripped it off from some play or whatever, did we?"
"Well, I...uh..."
"And I suspect you've spent your whole life just waiting to use it?" and then added, rather sheepishly, "...no pun intended."
I wittily gave him a confused stare in response.
"Well, whatever." he continued, "Suit yourself. But if you'll take just a moment to have a glance over your right shoulder at the 'remains of the day' - as it were - you'll notice you're pretty much already dead. So no matter of kicking and screaming and whoring or whatever is going to make a fine bit of difference."
I glanced over and looked down upon what was once my "earthly host". My mouth opened and closed like a fish trying to figure out what that little twinge is just before the hook is set.
"Sooo, you've basically got two options", he continued. "Stay here as a ghost, running around warning pissy old misers to mend their ways and getting accused of being un-refrigerated gravy or whatever...or come with me."
"To where?" I found myself finally asking, with the dejected tone of a fourth grader just figuring out that it's either fractions or the principals office.
His voice returned to its' previous resonance, filling the room with a bellow sounding like it was created by a mixing engineer with bad bi-lateral ear infections. "To the unknown." his voice shook me like a motionless earthquake. "Cross with me now, child, through the veil that separates this world from the...blah blah blah..." He jiggled his bony fingers sarcastically in the air with an unnerving 'clackety' sound.
I found my voice again after a seemingly interminable pause contemplating how someone with no facial expression whatsoever could so effectively give the impression of rolling his eyes. "So there is another world? An afterlife? It's not just 'Blink, and you don't exist anymore?' "
"Dunno." he replied with a tone that inferred he would be looking at his wristwatch, had he owned one.
"Dunno?!" I blurted.
"Dunno." he repeated in the manner one does when speaking to the 'slow' nephew. "I'm like the mailman, see. The little old blue haired lady signs the form, in goes the box of Efferdent and support hose and I don't even get invited in for a quick cup of tea. Not even at Christmas." he muttered the last line contemptuously to himself.
"But...you're Death for crying out loud!" I belched out, trying to put as much emphasis on the 'D' word as possible.
Even a stoic, stony edifice would have been a better reply than the pithy little shrug I got - reminding me of the building plumber's response to my exasperated queries as to why he didn't bring his tools. Identifying "pithy" on a completely featureless face is hard to describe...but he had managed to accomplish it. At least a frozen unresponsiveness would have had some decorum.
"May I have a moment?" I asked, humbly.
"Take all the time you want," he replied distractedly. "I'll be leaving in about a minute."
So it comes down to this, I thought to myself. Even in death, the same depressing conundrum. Stay here in the safe, familiar, miserable little mess you created for yourself - or leap blindly into...well, something probably worse. I glanced around my bedroom taking a moment to peruse my rotund, limp and entirely uninspiring body which was slowly deflating into the hitherto unforeseen depths of the uninspiring.
Eventually, I turned back to the stereotypically cloaked figure. "Eh...what the Hell."
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