Yearly Archives: 2004

A New Blade

I got to shave with a new razor blade today. My blade gen­er­al­ly out­lasts the razor, and the one I just threw out was in use for over eight months. It was so old that the sooth­ing strips were com­plete­ly worn out. The blades get a lit­tle dull and slight­ly irri­tat­ing, but they still work. I’ve always had baby facial hair, but I’ve noticed that it’s got­ten a lot tougher now. Too bad it’s patchy as hell, like Gabe’s.

Stew

It’s rare that some­thing will make me feel for­lorn nowa­days, but every so often, some­thing will set me off. I love to stew in those emo­tions, to appre­ci­ate them when I do feel them. Some songs sound total­ly dif­fer­ent, like Battlecry by Grace Like Winter, but there’s noth­ing like hear­ing the open­ing bars of Oddity by Coal Chamber. A song that makes the skin feel like it’s peel­ing off, that must be loud enough to burn the tym­pan­ic mem­brane. It’s like the body melts, and every­thing fus­es togeth­er.

Eventually, every­thing goes away.

Tracking Packages

I love track­ing pack­ages. I won­der if pack­age track­ing codes fol­low a cer­tain struc­ture, like cred­it cards. Credit card num­bers need to be approved by a bank first though, so they’re very secure, with good rea­son. If I could, I’d deci­pher the track­ing code for­mat and write a code gen­er­a­tor to track ran­dom pack­ages all day. I would­n’t need to know what’s being shipped, I just like know­ing that I can find out where some­thing is at any point in time.

Never Too Busy To Write

One of my great­est fears is that this will fall into desue­tude. I doubt it’ll hap­pen though, because I’d try my best to keep this in prac­tice, but one nev­er knows. I’ve been too tired or busy late­ly to real­ly write some­thing. Writing is an effort for me, some­thing I need to con­cen­trate and focus on. I don’t like to pub­lish hap­haz­ard mate­r­i­al. I’m con­sid­er­ing a break actu­al­ly, until things set­tle down a bit, but I think I’d start to get a nag­ging feel­ing about not post­ing any­thing for two con­sec­u­tive days.

As long as there is some­thing to learn, there is some­thing to write about.