March 17th, 2004


Today I feel like Norman Paperman.

I woke up this morning to my boys and the girl playing "Hop on Pop". What fun that was. But the highlight of my morning was the radio.

CD101 was trying to salute St. Patrick's Day, so they decided to put on some Irish music.

They played "Scotland the Brave".

I couldn't stop laughing.

Of all the holidays out there, I celebrate this one least. I don't pretend to be Irish, and I don't drink green beer. (Beer is pretty disgusting without being, of all things, green!)

Of course, I don't go out of my way to be contrary. I'm not wearing (God forbid!) orange or anything satanic like that. I'm not professing an allergy to drunks and children (which are the only two kinds of people who seem to be able to properly celebrate today).

Instead, I'm quietly showing my apathy by carefully refusing to wear a stitch of green.

Instead, I'm wearing my favourite Hawaiian shirt. I mean, we're under 2-3 inches of snow here in Columbus, so why not? I'm hoping that, by wearing the clothes I am, that the weather will turn to suit them.

So far, it seems to be working. The sun is out, and I swear I heard the birds singing this morning.

So all is not stupid on this St. Patrick's Day.

Well, except for the green beer, the people wearing shamrocks, the "leprechaun hunts", the "kiss me I'm Irish" buttons, the top hats, the four-leafed clovers (which always remind me of Who Framed Roger Rabbit), the people who are anti-Irish every day of the year *except* today, the Pagans who get all in a tizzy about "bringing back the snakes" or some shit like that, and the parade that shuts down half the town.

Otherwise, it's all peachy.


One of my favourite St. Pat's Day stories is of the group that dyes the Chicago River green every year. See, Dublin (the one in Ireland, not the one north of Columbus, OH, where Wendy's is headquartered) asked them to come over and dye one of their rivers green for SPD. The agreed, of course, and the next SPD, they were over there with their barrels of dye.

Well, the dye works by reacting with the water, not by being just a bunch of green. The interesting thing is, it's not green at all when it goes in. Guess what colour it is?

Oh, come on. You know. What is the one colour the crazy Irish would be shocked at?

Yep. The dye is orange.

Horror of horrors.

Well, anyway, the Irish people saw the orange being dumped into the water and were furious, at least until it started to change colour.

Back it all up, baby

Last night, one of my computers died.

You know, this doesn't really bother me. I don't get worked up about things like this, especially since my secondary computer only had Diablo 2 loaded on it.

What bothers me is something simple and stupid: the loss of my Bonesnap Maul (seen right).

It's such a pretty weapon, and it's does loads of damage. But I've never used it.

You see, I found it and was saving it for a friend. He loves that particular maul, and uses it quite often with his Paladin.

Then again, I have enough magic find on that character to find another, one of these days.

Well, after I lost all the data on that computer, I opened up my other computer and beat the crap out of a bunch of cows in the Secret Cow Level with my Necro.

What have I learned from all this?

Back up your damn files, even if you don't think they're that important!

I should be backing up all my Diablo 2 characters tonight. There are some things I just don't want to lose.
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I'm tired. So very tired.

I wonder what it's like to cry? So many times, people say they "need a good cry". I've never had one. Well, not that I remember, that's for sure. Not since my grandfather died. That was. . . geez, maybe 15, 16 years ago? I don't know.

I wonder if it does someone good to cry. I wonder if it's a useful thing, beyond the functional aspects of clearing one's eyes of dirt and dust.

I don't know. I've never been able to experience it in a way that I could appreciate it.

I occasionally squeeze a single tear out, but not often. It's not like I try to hold it back, but I just can't do it. Heck, I even tried once. Nothin'.

It's caused me problems. It's not even like I haven't been in situations where I should have cried. Trust me, my life isn't all skittles and beer, no matter what I may like to believe.

Did I do something wrong? Is there a mistake in my central programming? Is there a switch that I accidentally flipped one night while sleeping oddly?

I dunno.

But sometimes it bugs me.

I won't be on IM tomorrow. Email me if you need anything.
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