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Jan. 4th, 2003 10:39 amBoy I was in a jerk mood yesterday, the sort of thing where you feel kind of sick with yourself later. Hopefully it was just some passing thing. Maybe I was just being a baby about being back into a routine I am a little frustrated with (but of course not likely to change anytime soon) after the break of the holidays.
For New Year's Eve I wound up hanging out with Jim and Jes, which was pretty fun. I had not see them in awhile. I had lunch over at Mike's house and humiliated myself trying to play "Mario Sunshine" on Jacob's new GameCube. I just can't deal with that 3D shit. It was hopeless. I got an apparent pity-invite to a party that some friends of Mike's were having that night. The invite was well-intentioned I am sure but I knew it would amount to hanging around a bunch of married couples whose kids all go to the same Catholic school. Jim and Jes invited me over to their place and I was very happy to "party" with them. They cooked a tasty dinner and then we watched the movie Insomnia (there were moments when I thought hey this movie is going to be great - not what I expected at all - but ultimately it was just sort of OK). Then we watched Dick Clark at midnight, and I headed home awhile later. Jim claimed they had snipers on the rooftops around the Times Square celebration area. I dunno.
Jim and Jes gave me a somewhat ironic assortment of birthday presents... two books about "haunted places" in America (this one and this one, if you're curious) and some of the ghost hunting necessities recommended on these pages (no, none of the cameras or anything that over the top). It was a nice and thoughtful idea, but I guess I hadn't made my declaration to Jim that I had decided that ghosts were the bunk. I was surprised almost to the point of thinking it an elaborate "gag gift" considering Jim's very negative reaction to the Jersey Spookchaser folks we had visited back in October. But apparently he was somewhat serious about wanting to play ghost hunter sometime. Hrmmm. Guess I am up for it, especially seeing as how I am fearless now and all.
After looking through the ghost books a little, I think this Black Forest weirdness is the thing I would most like to investigate. I wonder what is up there currently. Does anyone know? I need updates! Of course they are out in Colorado so that one is a stretch for me at the moment. Seems kind of promising though, and potentially exciting. Of course, it also further reinforces the notion that a lot of people base their ghost-concepts on what they saw in the movie Poltergeist.
Another thing I have been a little curious about lately is this Ong's Hat business. It definitely seems made up, but still a little intriguing in a sorta Robert Anton Wilson way.
Mike, Sanjiv and I are going to Las Vegas in February for a couple days for some call center conference thing. I love Las Vegas like crazy even though I am not interested in gambling at all. I almost couldn't put into words what I like about the place; I think it's just... somehow always worth a look, sights that tickle the brain... a good place to be the observer, for people-watching and wondering. Or maybe they really do pump oxygen into the casinos and I am responding to that. Anyway I am sure I will mostly be standing back and watching Mike's antics. He is quite the high roller (well, relative to the likes of myself anyway) but always puzzles me with his seeming willingness to make a point that he is happy to gamble and lose large amounts of money. He is a regular machine though, the calculator man, and I have seen him do pretty well with his blackjack in the past.
Tonight I am apparently gonna go to some so-called "Mexican gourmet place" and see Catch Me If You Can with the usual cast of characters. No exciting plans for the future just yet... nothing I am particularly looking forward to in 2003. Which doesn't mean I am down mind you. Just kind of broke and uninspired, maybe also a little daunted. I have even found writing in this journal kind of an intimidating or unappealing prospect lately (this long spew of an entry notwithstanding), but I am reading other people's journals like crazy. I can't get enough. It's awful, but maybe kind of great at the same time. I wonder what I would've done with something like this ten or eleven years ago, what it would've meant to me. I feel like it's easy to take things for granted, for example the Internet as it is today or cell phones, and forget how life was before they came along.
For New Year's Eve I wound up hanging out with Jim and Jes, which was pretty fun. I had not see them in awhile. I had lunch over at Mike's house and humiliated myself trying to play "Mario Sunshine" on Jacob's new GameCube. I just can't deal with that 3D shit. It was hopeless. I got an apparent pity-invite to a party that some friends of Mike's were having that night. The invite was well-intentioned I am sure but I knew it would amount to hanging around a bunch of married couples whose kids all go to the same Catholic school. Jim and Jes invited me over to their place and I was very happy to "party" with them. They cooked a tasty dinner and then we watched the movie Insomnia (there were moments when I thought hey this movie is going to be great - not what I expected at all - but ultimately it was just sort of OK). Then we watched Dick Clark at midnight, and I headed home awhile later. Jim claimed they had snipers on the rooftops around the Times Square celebration area. I dunno.
Jim and Jes gave me a somewhat ironic assortment of birthday presents... two books about "haunted places" in America (this one and this one, if you're curious) and some of the ghost hunting necessities recommended on these pages (no, none of the cameras or anything that over the top). It was a nice and thoughtful idea, but I guess I hadn't made my declaration to Jim that I had decided that ghosts were the bunk. I was surprised almost to the point of thinking it an elaborate "gag gift" considering Jim's very negative reaction to the Jersey Spookchaser folks we had visited back in October. But apparently he was somewhat serious about wanting to play ghost hunter sometime. Hrmmm. Guess I am up for it, especially seeing as how I am fearless now and all.
After looking through the ghost books a little, I think this Black Forest weirdness is the thing I would most like to investigate. I wonder what is up there currently. Does anyone know? I need updates! Of course they are out in Colorado so that one is a stretch for me at the moment. Seems kind of promising though, and potentially exciting. Of course, it also further reinforces the notion that a lot of people base their ghost-concepts on what they saw in the movie Poltergeist.
Another thing I have been a little curious about lately is this Ong's Hat business. It definitely seems made up, but still a little intriguing in a sorta Robert Anton Wilson way.
Mike, Sanjiv and I are going to Las Vegas in February for a couple days for some call center conference thing. I love Las Vegas like crazy even though I am not interested in gambling at all. I almost couldn't put into words what I like about the place; I think it's just... somehow always worth a look, sights that tickle the brain... a good place to be the observer, for people-watching and wondering. Or maybe they really do pump oxygen into the casinos and I am responding to that. Anyway I am sure I will mostly be standing back and watching Mike's antics. He is quite the high roller (well, relative to the likes of myself anyway) but always puzzles me with his seeming willingness to make a point that he is happy to gamble and lose large amounts of money. He is a regular machine though, the calculator man, and I have seen him do pretty well with his blackjack in the past.
Tonight I am apparently gonna go to some so-called "Mexican gourmet place" and see Catch Me If You Can with the usual cast of characters. No exciting plans for the future just yet... nothing I am particularly looking forward to in 2003. Which doesn't mean I am down mind you. Just kind of broke and uninspired, maybe also a little daunted. I have even found writing in this journal kind of an intimidating or unappealing prospect lately (this long spew of an entry notwithstanding), but I am reading other people's journals like crazy. I can't get enough. It's awful, but maybe kind of great at the same time. I wonder what I would've done with something like this ten or eleven years ago, what it would've meant to me. I feel like it's easy to take things for granted, for example the Internet as it is today or cell phones, and forget how life was before they came along.
