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Inside my world of mayhem! I am a Problem Adult, what can I say?
I’ve taken down Debbie & Kaycee’s banners and links.
I still want to believe…
I still want to believe the message I got from Living Colours.
I still want to believe in the strength of the human spirit.
I still want to believe that I can go to bat for what I believe is right…..
Go ahead. Let me have it. I’m a big boy.
(reprinted from JimForum)
On my window was a moth… usually one of the most revolting-looking creatures that ever existed.
This one had the prettiest pink colors on its wings and legs. I actually had to stare at it for a while. It was beautiful.
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Hi… this your CyberPal!
When I’m not licking asbestos shingles on a dare, I like to spend my time playing with potentially deadly insects!
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It all began when… (screen gets fuzzy and wavy) I woke up this morning and thought a tissue was stuck on my stomach. As I pulled it, I realized that it was some form of a creepy bug (white, about 3/4 of an inch long with black tick-like legs… is there an entomologist in the house?) halfway burrowed into my skin.
Anyway, to make a long story unbearable…
Carole had to pick up Ashley and rushed her to Pocono Medical center with abdominal pains. After work, I head over there… dizzy and weak as hell. They’re not 100% sure, but they think she may have some kind of parasite in her stomach. So I inform the doctor of my adventure this morning to shed some insight on this. Perhaps, since we live in the woods (aka middle of nowhere) our house may have some unwanted guests lurking in the woodworks.
“Do you have the insect, so we can take it to the lab?”
“Uh… no, I drowned the sucker under scalding hot water and he went down the drain”
Uh oh… wrong answer
“You should have saved it… that’s why God made plastic baggies.”
“God made plastic baggies?”
So me, with my yellowish-red eyes was immediately admitted, bloodwork, urine sample, lyme disease test… the works.
Carole pensively awaited the results. She knows I’ve been sick for months, tired all the time, dizzy, pale.
AND THE RESULTS ARE (insert drum roll)….
nothing!
She feared my condition could have been Lyme’s Disease, Diabetes, Anemia or a combination.
“Your husband’s perfectly normal…”
“Uhm, that’s a questionable term doctor”
Just simple burnout and dehydration. Prescription: Plenty of fluids and more than three hours sleep a night.
Carole’s relieved I finally saw a doctor. I’m sure Kare, wherever she is, is thrilled, as she also knows I haven’t seen a doctor since 1988.
So there… you’re all stuck with me for a decade or two, TOUGH NOOGIES!.
… and my tongue went back to it’s normal color after a few months, thanks for asking.
Did any one else’s referrer logs go nuts as Zeldman declared “Happy Friday” on K10K.net, and wrote a list of sites he was grateful for????
Holy crap, and just how much traffic does k10k get anyway?!!???
A very pleasant surprise as I was one of the many sites plugged on Friday, and I wanted to thank The Great One sooner, but I have been so damn busy.
Launched a new site with the Pocono Record’s new webhosting service, The Bridal Guide went live to the public, and I had to tweak/rewrite a few CGI scripts for the database-driven Scholastic Sports, Eastern Poconos Community News and the Pocono Property Showcase that premiered this morning.
And that was just Friday.
Today, I was slaving away at redesigning a very talented actresses’ site (details to follow).
Thankz Z-Man!!!! Your plug was most appreciated and a great topper for an excellent week!
Hey. Howyadoin?
Are you sitting down?
Yeah, well… of course you’re sitting down. Hell, I can hear your arteries hardening as you’re shoving down that sandwich though your chubby little cheeks, as you’re sitting on your fat ass in front of your computer….
Sorry…. anyway, here’s the news.
For the first time since 1994… I have a job!!!!!
Yep, your CyberPal became the new WebMeister of the Pocono Record as of Thursday. While we can all agree, the site can use a lot of work, don’t look for any major changes anytime soon. I have to learn how their systems work… (Currently, I’m cooking up some CGI scripts to pull their headlines into a database and on the front page working demo for a limited time.)
I’d sure like some thoughts on how I can improve the site. Emails that say “Fire the new Webmaster” will be automatically deleted… FUCK YEAH, I support censorship! :0)
And you can Quote me on that!”>
My latest story:
A Holiday Wish
PS: Thank *YOU* Mark, for having me at Webbieworld this past year… I’m having a blast!
Arguments are getting hot & heavy at MetaFilter. Based on a story on CNN.Com.
Adam’s kind of taking a hard-line, militant stance on this, bringing up some valid points about racism, cops & police brutality (which, yeah I can concede to a minimal point… ask Abner Louima.). But he feels it’s because this suspect was black that he was being beaten by the plice (white AND black officers, btw)… but the fact is: This suspect was a psycho, and when you do what he did (like shoot a cop for instance…) they’re gonna beat the fuck out of you even if you’re a light shade of cyan! I’d throw in my two cents, but at 55 comments and rising, chances are better people will hear me here.It wasn’t easy being a white boy, growing up in the mainly Hispanic & Black Bushwick section of Brooklyn. I had 20-some-odd years of hearing “What are you doing in MY neighborhood???” Lots of fights…won some, lost some. Had lots of good friends too. It’s everywhere you go. People are cool and people are assholes, no matter what color or religion they are.
Anyway… my point.
Around 1986 – 1987 I was followed around quite a bit by cops. Once I was thrown against a police car & searched… another time I was called over for shaking a friends hand while passing each other on Grove Street. It got to the point where I visited the 83rd Precinct and I was like “Hey guys, what’s going on here???”.
The Desk Sargeant’s answer was simple. I’m white. I don’t belong in this neighborhood. Cops saw me wandering around, and just assumed I was from Ridgewood or Maspeth coming in to buy drugs.
Oooooookay. Now I’m getting the “You don’t belong here’s” on both sides.
Did I hate them for it? No. They’re not mind readers. They’re just doing their jobs. They don’t have “Crook-O-Meters” scanning everyone that passes by. I bet they wish they did. When something looks unusual, they have to check it out. Drive on any given highway long enough, and you’ll see a Mercedes Benz with tinted windows pulled over. Could be nothing… Could be something. They could be drug dealers, or they could just be some well-meaning kids that take good care of their car. They’ll never know unless they check it out.
Sometimes apprearances and gut instincts are all they have to go on. It’s that very same thing that may cost them their lives, if they’re not careful enough.
There is the problem with racism in itself. No one seems to be able to put themselves in someone else’s place. If you were a cop, a black man, or a white man… just for a little while, then you can have a little more understanding where the other person is coming from. You would understand that people that are “different” from you are not necessarily your enemy. I guess being someone who faced this kind of stuff, it gave me a bit of understanding (and yeah, there’s a LOT more to my story that I’m leaving out.). Maybe I’ll never fully understand what black people go through, and how many more chances I got because of my pigmentation… but I do know what it’s like to be hated, simply because of the color of my skin…. even for just a little while. I’m actually grateful for that tidbit of knowledge.
A lot of friends of mine are police officers now, even one from “tha hood”. You couldn’t pay me enough to put up with the bullshit they do on a daily basis.
And on the bright side, with the cops watching my every move, I didn’t get mugged until I left Bushwick a year later…. :0)
I just uploaded the entire website again. A whole bunch of new changes….hopefully this site will work, and stay working if I start from scratch…..
You can now make checks payable to EROX GRAPHIX, rather than Eric Brooks now. Just opened a corporate account at the bank….soon I will be able to accept your Credit Cards…..
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