16-Aug-2000 Uncategorized

take me out / solaris rotation 31

I just got tickets to see the Astros play tonight. I have recently learned how to whistle at levels over 125 decibles
so hopefully I’ll be able to annoy people in the sections around me everytime we start to kick ass.
Baseball is really too slow for me, but I plan to make the most of it. I’m going to buy some peanuts and cracker jacks,
just to get that out of the way. I know a really cheap place to park just down by the Rice Hotel. Man, I’m there.
I hope it’s free bat night. Woo hoo!

In this section I intend to espouse my thoughts. I’m going to spill. My thoughts… are your thoughts. I was
thinking about calling this the Fake Vulcan Mind Meld section, but I didn’t want a section with a name that long.
That, and some people don’t dig on the Star Trek references. Some do, however, and you all know who you are.

I have been going through a lot internal conflict over the last few days. Errors in judgment are to blame. What is
so ironic is that this is all a matter of policy. Man’s law has nothing to do with this. Even U.S. law has nothing to
do with this. Policy. Look at that word. It almost says Police but people don’t grasp that (neither did I).
I now have self-imposed personal policies that I will enforce upon myself. Here’s a short list:

  • No matter how convenient things may seem, do the inconvenient thing first.
  • Never run through the mall at high speeds.
  • When pretending to write down someone’s number, make an effort to remember the number for at least 30 seconds (in case you are quizzed).
  • Always drive less than 100 miles per hour.
  • Flush the toilet (twice when possible).
  • Remember that winning the lotto is really hard to do.
  • Life will go on if I miss an episode of Survivor

I am home typing this on a Compaq Presario that my dad bought me in 1993. It has 36 MB of RAM and about 2 GB of
hard drive space. I have not used this machine for nearly two years, but I’m enjoying the retro feel of waiting 10
minutes for Windows 95 to boot and listening to my hard drive groan when I switch programs. I will hook up the old
black and white cam and establish tilted point of view as a standard. This may take a few months.

I’d like to believe that this is all a part of a plan. That there is a predestined path that has been laid before
me to find my way through. That I am part of something bigger and greater. It’s either that, or I’ve been drinking too
much freaking Mountain Dew. -M