Adware and caffeine withdrawal
Oh my! What a challenge to write this post. Im using my rents computer, which was at one time my computer.. lets just say its ancient. Everything grounded to a halt and luckily I knew what I was doing and exactly which process to kill because even upon rebooting it was caked to the nines with nasties. Should be better soon, im downloading AdAware as I type.
Onto the blog... I wokeup this morning to an empty house, it was nice cause my head was pounding. I knew exactly what the demon which plagued me was.. my good old friend caffeine withdrawal. I quickly readied a fix.. a cup of tea that was thick as sludge and drank it down while I worked my dreads. About halfway through the sludge I remembered nasty demon #2, the tanin's in tea leaves. Instant nausea. Bleh. I quickly packed my gourd with the bran filled raisin cereal and sunk it down to my belly pit where it could mingle with those tanins. That did the trick.. and as I felt the wave of nausea pass I heard my pops arrive in the turbo-Cummins. Off to work I went.
We spent the day planeing boards and fine tuned our system further. We managed to do a couple of the beams in a single pass each. What an improvement this was over our feeble attempts yesterday. We managed to get it easy enough for my dad to do it by himself for the most part, besides loading new beams and flipping them over. This enabled me to use the belt sander to get out the rough spots and burn marks the planer missed and created. The sanding belt broke after the first board and my pops sent me into town to get some replacements. He handed me a crisp $100.oo bean ticket.
I found what I needed at the hardware store and proceeded to the checkout. This is where I believe my appearance got me into a bind. As I handed over the bill to the broad, she left the till to talk to a co-worker. I could hear mutterings behind me about counterfeit bills. After a minute or two I guess they established that what I had provided was indeed a legit bill and they gave me my receipt and change. Part of the reason I chose to grow my hair long and get dreads was to see how different people would treat me. I wanted my looks to weed out the ignorant people who were too shallow to look beyond the exterior and see my true self. This didn't come without its catches. The number of people who have told me to get a haircut along with a phrases such as "Oh wow Mike, you were HOT with short hair" seem to increase as days pass. These comments don't affect my self-confidence these days as I believe I have for the most part left the stage of being insecure about my looks. These comments almost fuel my desire for my dreads to mature. Seeing people with dreads down to their ass at Shambhala inspired me further. I was so amazed with the level of work these people must have put in, just to make themselves stand out. That's just what I want. I would have such a strong sense of pride to have long, nappy, amazing looking dreads. I would flaunt them as a lion does its mane. Even if people think im a dirty stinky hippie, oh well, power to them. I know I don't stink, and if you must place me in a category, well then, hippie suits me just fine. My love for nature is one of my strongest passions, along with my desire for knowledge and the pursuit of inner peace. This makes up part who I am. The other reason I enjoy looking the way I do of course is because, well, I like the way I look. :) I also enjoy the look on peoples faces when I tell them I'm a computer scientist. Show you to have a first impression.. BEATCH. Next time look beyond. Ok, well now im rambling, and while god knows I love to ramble, you most likely are wondering at this point where I'm going. Well, im going here. This is where it ends.
Salutations dear reader.
Onto the blog... I wokeup this morning to an empty house, it was nice cause my head was pounding. I knew exactly what the demon which plagued me was.. my good old friend caffeine withdrawal. I quickly readied a fix.. a cup of tea that was thick as sludge and drank it down while I worked my dreads. About halfway through the sludge I remembered nasty demon #2, the tanin's in tea leaves. Instant nausea. Bleh. I quickly packed my gourd with the bran filled raisin cereal and sunk it down to my belly pit where it could mingle with those tanins. That did the trick.. and as I felt the wave of nausea pass I heard my pops arrive in the turbo-Cummins. Off to work I went.
We spent the day planeing boards and fine tuned our system further. We managed to do a couple of the beams in a single pass each. What an improvement this was over our feeble attempts yesterday. We managed to get it easy enough for my dad to do it by himself for the most part, besides loading new beams and flipping them over. This enabled me to use the belt sander to get out the rough spots and burn marks the planer missed and created. The sanding belt broke after the first board and my pops sent me into town to get some replacements. He handed me a crisp $100.oo bean ticket.
I found what I needed at the hardware store and proceeded to the checkout. This is where I believe my appearance got me into a bind. As I handed over the bill to the broad, she left the till to talk to a co-worker. I could hear mutterings behind me about counterfeit bills. After a minute or two I guess they established that what I had provided was indeed a legit bill and they gave me my receipt and change. Part of the reason I chose to grow my hair long and get dreads was to see how different people would treat me. I wanted my looks to weed out the ignorant people who were too shallow to look beyond the exterior and see my true self. This didn't come without its catches. The number of people who have told me to get a haircut along with a phrases such as "Oh wow Mike, you were HOT with short hair" seem to increase as days pass. These comments don't affect my self-confidence these days as I believe I have for the most part left the stage of being insecure about my looks. These comments almost fuel my desire for my dreads to mature. Seeing people with dreads down to their ass at Shambhala inspired me further. I was so amazed with the level of work these people must have put in, just to make themselves stand out. That's just what I want. I would have such a strong sense of pride to have long, nappy, amazing looking dreads. I would flaunt them as a lion does its mane. Even if people think im a dirty stinky hippie, oh well, power to them. I know I don't stink, and if you must place me in a category, well then, hippie suits me just fine. My love for nature is one of my strongest passions, along with my desire for knowledge and the pursuit of inner peace. This makes up part who I am. The other reason I enjoy looking the way I do of course is because, well, I like the way I look. :) I also enjoy the look on peoples faces when I tell them I'm a computer scientist. Show you to have a first impression.. BEATCH. Next time look beyond. Ok, well now im rambling, and while god knows I love to ramble, you most likely are wondering at this point where I'm going. Well, im going here. This is where it ends.
Salutations dear reader.
posted by Mike Linthorne at 9:07 PM
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