Wednesday, January 30, 2008
so Tuesday at midnight it was 36 degrees out after a high of 43 Monday. By the end of Tuesday it was -13. Today was just as cold, with windchills of around -40. I was driving home from work, stopped to see a friend at her job. It was dead slow there, so I talked to her and her co worker for a bit. After a while, my friend went in the back for a few minutes. I noticed she left her keys there, so I grabbed them and ran outside to start her car. It started hard, but it got going, I moved it up by the door and came back in where I could keep an eye on it. As they closed the place up, I handed her the remote for her doors and told her I'd walk her out. She said that was okay, she had to warm the car up, and was giving her co worker a ride home anyways. I told her the car was warmed up already. She gave me a hug and told me I'd make a good husband some day. I told her not to get her hopes up, and I don't put out on the first date. I got thwapped.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Skip this post, it's a rant
No one deserves to get raped. God does not punish people by letting them get raped. Spreading garbage like that is a very fast way to get on my bad side. Spreading garbage like that to someone I care about who has lived through that is an instant ticket to my bad side. I held her hand in the exam room. I tried to be there as she worked so hard to put her life back together. I saw the fear, heard her wake up screaming, hugged her as she had flashbacks. She is a good person, miles ahead of me in that department, and I refuse to let you try to poison her mind and make her doubt herself all over again for something that is in NO WAY her fault.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Criminal Mind?...or dry cleaning Baritone?
"Paul, you never smile, you're like that guy on Criminal Minds" (note: I had previously mentioned to her that he was one of my favorite characters.)
That's not true, kind of like Martin Tanner, that's just the side I show the world.
Who the heck is that guy?
You're joking, right? Wait, you really don't know who he is? Ok, I'll tell you his story:
*I start singing, and not well*
Mister Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest. And of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best. But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes. He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows. His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat. They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats. But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good. And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
His friends kept working on him to try music out full time. A big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb. Finally they got to him, he would take the fling. A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing. And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall. It took most of his savings but he gladly used them all. But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good. And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile. And in the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle. But the concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause. He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the flaws. But the critics were concise, it only took four lines. But no one could accuse them of being over kind.
(spoken) Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio made hisTown Hall debut last night. He came well prepared, but unfortunatelyhis presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards. His voice lacks the range of tonal color necessary to make itconsistently interesting.
(sung) Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in order.
He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends. Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again,excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed. He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes. Music was his life, it was not his livelihood,and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good. And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. (And) he did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
*confused look* What in the blazes are you talking about?
I'm like Mr Tanner. In public, I don't smile, but at home I have a big cheesy grin that I don't let anyone else see anymore. I kind of wish I were more like Aaron Hotchner though, it'd be cool to break down people like he does by getting in their heads.
You're messed up.
You're just finding that out now? I thought the 'I brake for hotties' bumper sticker was a dead giveaway.
That's not true, kind of like Martin Tanner, that's just the side I show the world.
Who the heck is that guy?
You're joking, right? Wait, you really don't know who he is? Ok, I'll tell you his story:
*I start singing, and not well*
Mister Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest. And of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best. But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes. He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows. His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat. They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats. But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good. And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
His friends kept working on him to try music out full time. A big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb. Finally they got to him, he would take the fling. A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing. And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall. It took most of his savings but he gladly used them all. But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good. And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile. And in the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle. But the concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause. He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the flaws. But the critics were concise, it only took four lines. But no one could accuse them of being over kind.
(spoken) Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio made hisTown Hall debut last night. He came well prepared, but unfortunatelyhis presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards. His voice lacks the range of tonal color necessary to make itconsistently interesting.
(sung) Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in order.
He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends. Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again,excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed. He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes. Music was his life, it was not his livelihood,and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good. And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. (And) he did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
*confused look* What in the blazes are you talking about?
I'm like Mr Tanner. In public, I don't smile, but at home I have a big cheesy grin that I don't let anyone else see anymore. I kind of wish I were more like Aaron Hotchner though, it'd be cool to break down people like he does by getting in their heads.
You're messed up.
You're just finding that out now? I thought the 'I brake for hotties' bumper sticker was a dead giveaway.
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