How the hell do you accidentally push the reset button on a computer tower?
I do tech support, here's the scenario -

ME - "Lets click on the "x" on the top of the software and close it down to your desktop."
Customer - "ok " - brief pause - "Oh , what's it doing? It's restarting the computer."
ME - "What did you click on to do that? What happened?"
Customer - "Oh, I accidentally pushed the restart button."
ME - "I'm going to have to put you on hold for a minute or two, thanks for holding"

My GOD!! Yes Chris, some people's kids DO have too many chromosomes!

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I'm starting to use the paint program on Windows and even though it's not as "robust" as Photoshop, I think the talent I have is starting to shine through the limitations of the program. I may have a bit of the picasso in me yet!



thats a self portrait!



that's a profile of the old me



I dunno what this is, but it'skinda wierd

Viva La Painte Program!!

It aint what ya know it's who ya blow, the only way to get ahead is to give a little. lol
Thats something we should be teaching in high school now days...."How to succeed even if your capable and qualified 101" You don't need an impressive IQ, forget about learning altogether! Capable and Qualified is a handicap in this generation's work force, so don't even bother to long for that warm, fuzzy feeling of personal pride for succeeding at your job by being the best or trying to be the best. Thats right kids, work on your social skills cause thats what your going to need the most in this world, don't worry if ya have no ability or an overwhelming percentage of other people greatly outclass you in trainablilty, following procedure, basic intellect and personality. No matter, find someone to suck up to, not just anybody now, you have to make sure they can grease the wheels for you. If that dosent work, hammer away and annoy the fuck out of anybody you can so they think they're going to have piece and quiet if you get whatever it is you want.

These, my friends (or friend) are the rules for success in the new Millenium. So why even try to better yourself? Why put forth the effort to become as good as possible in your present position, to aspire to be one of the best when you know damn well it will have no bearing on the scalability of your "career". College education, bah, what is that worth? Wasted tuition, unless you make the contacts to help with your future success while you are there. Treat university as an expensive, temporary country club. Making the right friends, or at least learning how to become teachers pet and do as little work as possible while still managing to shine as brightly as possible is the object here. Intellectual retention is not an issue. Just think of it as the training ground for the next chapter of your life, and get ready to succeed in the workplace with little or no effort at all. Cheers!

Well another Sunday staring me right in the face and it looks like it's gonna be a long one. But I can hide under the stairs and eat corn chips and crushed olives til i feel like smashing the frogs back to the pasty little fucks they were in the first place. Who can stop me? Ya, you just go ahead and try. What? Oh ya, where's my pills?

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Things I've Noticed til now

Ambidextrous people have symetrical hair styles.

If you fart and the dog leaves the room, see a doctor.

It only takes 20 smashed frog to make an even 2 dozen.

If you fart and the dog licks his lips, see a doctor.

Money does not buy happiness, but it can help you rent it.

If you fart and the dog is un-affected, sell the dog, he is of no medical use to you any longer.

A small bucket is almost as good as a large one if you don't have alot of sand to play with.

I don't type the word "special" very often.

Sundays sometimes go very quickly, but sometimes they drag out.

If I stare long enough at the top of my desk, I loose my concentration.

Dogs love farts, it's that simple.

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Where oh where has my coffee buzz gone?
Where oh where can it be?

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Well it seems my first posted pic was not allowed to be linked from the storage drive it was on because then the storage company couldn't fly some huge banner advertisement on the screen. Still working on this, and I will prevail. I was able to link to the reaper page to the left on brinkster but they wont allow anything else to be successfully linked to. And now I have lots of hair to tear out....have to be careful there.

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Well I found some thing at angelfire that would let me (temporarily at least) link a pic to them, we'll see how long it lasts. Took all friggin day for me to find that as it was, tired now, no mo bloggin, eye's are twitchin..........bye.

My left eye is twitchin, and twit twit twitchin all the time now, is it stress? Am I headed for a nose dive? Like, after running up those 2 flights of stairs coming back from break only to land in a skinny twitchin heap before I can even get to my seat? Nervous breakdown maybe? Running amuk at the Supervalue because I can't pay for one pound of hamburger at the customer service desk, I have to go to the "Express Aisle" and stand behind 11 people and watch the cashier pack bags before she can get to my one item? I don't know in the cards from this, maybe XRAY vision, but what ever it is I wish it'd happen soon, so this friggin twitchin'll stop. When does my eye not twitch? Maybe never. Can't tell if it twitches while I sleep, and if it ain't twitchin I really don't notice it. I'm getting more sleep lately though and that dosent seem to be helping, it seems to be getting worse.

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"What does the color actually matter? They do the exact same thing!" (shopificus nonrepeateus)

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I got a real twitchy eye
and I couldn't tell you why
But I wouldn't tell you lies
It's a real twitchy eye!

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"It's a toothbrush! Pick one and LETS GO!!" (shopificus nonrepeateus)

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Friday, is here again! Big fat hairy deal! Maybe gonna go out and get some beer, but I don't think so. Got a DVD player in the dungeon now it's like CSI is now a life style for me. Put on those gloves, and dust me for whatever baby!!"

Well, my whole day is ruined, right from the get go, milk in my coffee, milk in my coffee. Feeling vicious. Can you feel it, I'm startin to hate everyone again.
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"This ones got a curved head!" (shopificus indecisiovus).

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Well, it's the first time in a long time that they screwed up my order, so I'm kinda borderline as to forgiving them or not. Still don't think i can, though. With every sip of this bitter noxious brew, I damn them to another level of hell. Maybe a 9 hour shift will make me forget? I can smell it from 1 and a 1/2 feet away. How can they drink it like this? Well i just dropped a Watermellon Jolly Rancher into one of them, maybe I'll be able to stomach it after awhile.

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"But look at the handle on this one! It's red and all grippy!"(shopificus indecisiovus).

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Well it's been 2 hours and the great Jolly Rancher experiment has been an nerve shattering failure. 2 Cold coffees, sitting just out of arms reach taunting me, teasing me "we're made with milk! we're made with milk!"

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Lunch time is nearly upon us, and after a cigarette and some hot stuffs, I'll be able to right this horrible wrong, although I am powerless to prevent such atrocities from repeating themselves. What's that? Check the coffee, BEFORE I leave the drive through?? As if!!

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"I bet that one would reach way into the back of your mouth, huh? (shopificus indecisiovus).

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Well, that was lunch and someone got my coffee right this time, blood pressure is optimal, frayed nerves are slowly mending themselves back to pre-caffiene deprival status. I think everything is going to be alright. aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Thats better.

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The 2003 pennies are out, and my God are they ever beautiful. The Royal Mint has really outdone themselves this time. This is some serious coinage. The copper visage of the figurehead of the Monarchy, is etched in perfect likeness of the ageing Queen. I'm puttin some of these away for sure!! They might double in value some day.

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"I'm not sticking just anything in there! If it's going in my mouth, I'm going to make sure I like it first!"(shopificus indecisiovus).

I had a real freaky dream Friday night or early saturday morning I guess. Here's the situation I was in. The cats I was watching, were as vindictive as any friggin feline can be, much more so than the women I know, believe it or not. They watch from the corner of thier eyes, as I walk by the table, as I climb the stairs, as I flip through the channels, as I hop into bed, waiting for me to be outta sight and hopefully ear-shot so they can attempt to pull off some diabolical scheme. They are definately planning something really big, this I am sure of! They do not like me, this is another fact they do not bother hiding from me, which makes it all the more frightening, to know that they are planning something. They are not scared of me, no, not one bit. I may tower above thier suprisingly durable frames, with the power of goliath in my heels, but do they scamper? No, they are not intimidated at all. One of them had to be declawed, cause it was ripping everybody to pieces.

Of course he's got a reason to be pissed, after being named "Bridget" and all! "That day, was a day which those bastards would regret for the rest of thier miserable lives!" I'm sure he thought, refering back to the day he was named, the day which set into motion an unstoppable evil. Unstoppable that is until the day the claws were removed. Hahahaha! I saw the effects a heavy Demerol shot to a 6 pound creature. Can you say emascalted? Can I spell it? To continue his life's work of reaking havock on the lives of all the human's he encounter's on his way to a shallow grave, he would need claws and swift paws to drive them. He could not have asked for a better accomplice.

He is the "alpha-cat", commanding the smaller, faster, completely clawed out cat to do his dirty work. Hillary, a street cat with a crack habit, the smaller cat is fearless and stealthy, will do anything to stay in the good graces of the alpha cat, including eating wax and beer corks, throwing them up in the path of unsuspecting socks at the whim of the clawless puppet-master. She walks the narrow top of the cupboards, casually hip checking the large bag of Lay's Dill Pickle sequentially to the counter top and floor below, each successive drop of the large light-reflective bag drawing a puzzled look of "how'd that happen?" And with a pounce she opens that faux-foil bag and within minutes the friggin chips are all over the floor, and they eat, like 2 of them, leaving the rest to be crumpled as they run back and forth to the shitter.

This is the basis for the semi-temporary neurosis which I struggled through Friday night. It was almost in nightmare porportions, and I don't believe I will be able to adequately convey the intensity of the situation. The crux of it all was the criminally evil cats, Bridget and Hillary, like Pinky and the Brain on acid, or heroine. So, here it is...The dream was about that little fucker hillary being the puppet of the dark and all powerful Bridget, (true) but the stakes were so much higher, it was world domination, not just control of the kitchen after dark or the little cranny behind the bed, and knowing what they were capable of in the waking world somehow made that dream damn near terrifying at the time. Can't even remember any specific details, but just an intense feeling of impending doom, which seems to be a theme in my dreams of late. To make matters worse, it happens just before I wake up, so I my mind screams in near terror, but the flesh is tired and my head only comes off the pillow enough to allow my eyes to open a slit, and I see the assasin cat, staring at me from behind the door jam! I watch him until sleep overtakes me again, but like a snooze alarm seconds later, my eyes open again and the little bastard is a foot closer to me than last time. This happened 3 or 4 times, until the cat was only 2 feet way from the bed and I realized it's time to get up or face the consequences for 40 more winks.

It was the strangest thing to wake up from a semi-bad dream only to find one of the lead characters from it staring you in the face, calculating the perfect timing to pounce and put all The Dark Clawless Commanders plans into action by scratching the eyes outta my head and as we all know, after that I would have no choice but to clutch at my face, screaming at the top of my lungs while spinning blindly and rapidly toward the open third floor bedroom window, crashing to my death in a crumpled lump partially clad and broken backwards over the lawn mower and the picnic table below. Anyway, it didn't happen and I'm glad for that I won't be back there for a while anyway, and maybe one of them will run under the tires of Tracey's car before I get back, if she ever let them out. Wishful thinking.

OK, well back to hatin everybody again! Thats what the mid work week is supposed to do to ya, I think. Can we come to an agreement on anything? Sure, as long as you see it MY way.
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Why the hell do these people think interupting me will expedite thier resolution?
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So I'm bloggin in a fog, tonight, seems to me like I've been here before, Oh Ya!! I recognize Thursday, first day back to work, well for some reason I just aint hatin it tonight, and I can't explain it, customer's are still stupid, calls are still long, but for some reason I really don't hate everybody tonight. And nothing really looks all fluffy or crazy, so I now I didn't kick it sometime on the way in today. But I really don't hate everyone today and thats a strange feeling! Gotta go home now, kinda tired, think I should sleep some. More Blog tommorrow, me thinks!

Well, the movie thing turned out ok, rented Barbershop, it was a decent movie, kinda real-life funny with a deeper message if ya really wanted to find one. Part 2 will be in theatres soon, so I figured we could watch this one now so if we're stuck for a theatre movie some night, part 2 will be an option. The other movie, Long Time Dead, had no stars and no budget, but being a fan of horror movies, from B and C rated schlock horror to slickly produced numbers like the Scream series, I liked this one. It had all the proper style for a suspense/demonic/slasher/horror flick. All the budget apparently went into a coupla scenes for some small effects work, but I liked it, think they left the door open for a part 2 on this one too! I definitely rent that, don't think it'll make it to the theatres.

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I used to think all those flag waving "American born and bred" carved in stone patriotic citizens of the free and democratic capitalist society to the south of us were a bit wacky and had nothing else to believe in but thier flag and the "American Way of Life". Well I still believe that, but after reading some of the goings on in thier government, both behind the scenes and right out in front of the gullible masses, and the treatment of thier own citizens not to mention those of other countries, I have to become a proud flag waving "Canadian born and bred" carved in stone patriot of the free and democratic capitalist society that we live in, here in the real world! Check the link on the left for Truth Out, it's amazing what really goes on down there.I'm not saying that shady government dealings never happen here in Canada, but we always find out about it, and threaten to vote the other way next time, but we never do. Why? Because it's usually not that big a deal, at least compared with some of the Good Ol' Boy political workings and the "catch me if you can, I'm the President" attitude of the G.W.Bush and his administration. If ya think in a political vein at all, check out the Truth Out site. I think I just might become an activist! lol
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POETRY CORNER

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The walls were cold, white porcelian tiles,
the bowl was kind of the same,
The thumb slipped right off the waistband
and I took the Lords name in vain!
The boys were out there and dangling,
Till highspeed elastic slapped home
Stiffling a scream, if you known what I mean
I proceded to wail and moan.
As far as the rest of the experience
I must say I have only learned this
To prevent a repeat, i will lower the seat
And sit down, from now on to piss

Francis Hickey - 11/09/03
Based on a true story
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Parking is one of those things that gets under my skin and drives me nuts! In my opinion if ya can't park between the bright florescent yellow lines, you shouldn't be driving at all! How much skill and maneuverablity does it take to complete that task? I don't want these people on the road as oncoming traffic for me! As for handicapped parking - fat is not a handicap, and if you walked a few extra paces a day, ya might not need the respirator after taking 45 extra steps.

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SO IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT! Do you know where your life is?

I just don't get it! I used to always have something to do, and someone to do it with, not to mention the energy, ambition and drive to actually get out there and find something interesting to do. These days it seems the options are slim to none. Hmmmmm. On the one hand, I can go to the bar, I always find someone there to help kill off an evening. But I can go to the bar anytime, so it's not really special. Thought I had a line on some company for a showing of the last Matrix flic, but she's feeling under the weather now and the thought of plodding through the newly fallen snow for a 20 minute ride to the theatre just isn't turning her crank. So, renting movies and battening down the hatches for a night in the basement is about the only option. Not at all a bad option of course, but still isn't there something else I /we could be doing? Not that the movie thing isn't a good way to unwind after a long shift on tech support, it is, but sometimes it feels like a rut.

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Yes, thats what I said -- "newly fallen snow"! Well, we had a good run at it. A real long summer, we were spoiled by October, even the first week of November was pretty mild. Now, it's a bit chillier but the same as last year, maybe even warmer, with a little snow, which will be gone by noon tommorrow! Some how I still find myself whining about it, and hatin myself for it! I've actually said "if ya don't like Winter, move south", and hate sounding like a hypocrite, even if only to myself!

***************Time to go home and try to pull this saturday out of the lurch! All Blogged Out.

Well, for anyone who works with me, only 3 more paychecks til Christmas, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! nffaa

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Well that's the kinda statement that pulls the life right outta ya! I guess I have to say this every 2 weeks but i really hate christmas and all it's commercialism and the religious bullshit they spout along with the songs about chestnuts and living breathing creatures made of snow!! BAHGHUMBUG!!!

*************** Ya'd think those bastards over at Atlantic Lotto would have to put at least a coupla friggin winning scratch tickets on this God forsaken island wouldn't ya! Well, I wouldn't put money on it......... anymore.

*************** I believe I must remove my story about Willnauticus and Moonflossius. It's come to my attention that we do not all share the same definition as to what exactly a willnot is, and therefore, to some of differing thought on this matter, the story takes on a very disturbing meaning. I have searched the internet for a half decent definition of "willnot" and Miriam-Webster's, Cambridge English dictionary's all have no definition. So I shall search through other search engines and other definite definition sources and will not rest til I come find what the actual meaning of the word "wilnot" To these people who think differently on this issue, I apologize. The meaning of moonfloss is apparently universally agreed upon.

*************** Has anyone else noticed how the butterflies on all the windows, at night, from the outside, resemble holes punched in safety glass by hollow-point high-powered long-range rifle fire?? Or is it just me??

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LOL

We were chatting along on an Instant Messaging program, all of a sudden she was Laughing Out Loud! I didn't think what I had typed was THAT funny, but maybe she was drunk. So I asked and turns out she was not drunk, and again she found my question to be one of great comedic content as she proceeded to Laugh Out Loud again! This kinda struck me as strange cause normally if someone asks you if you are drunk, you should take that to mean you've done something to lead that person to question your actions and the state of mind you may be in in order to committ those actions. This lead to a few Oh My God's and more than a couple Laughing My Ass Off's so I began to lean in the direction of believing that I was very humorus indeed. Then it struck me! Like a red faced smiley from nowhere! We really need to revamp our acronymated IM vocabulary!

We've turned a new corner in communication, where friends and loved ones can be reached around the world, at almost any time of the day, for a few minutes of what is coming to pass as human contact, however faceless many of these conversations may be. It seems almost pitiful that we have no acronyms to shorten up the feeling of well, thats was worth a chuckle. No, we either have to laugh our asses off or laugh out loud! Well, I'm sick of it and I think we should start using some new IM acronyms!
A friend suggested KOF - kind of funny, for such times that you don't feel like laughin your ass off, or how about the aforementioned WAC - worth a chuckle - hey man thats WAC!! What about NFAA - not funny at all, or NFF - not fuckin funny!
Anyway, my friend and I have both come to an agreement on the fact that something has to be done about this, we need more expressable three or four letter combinations of letters to allow for a more genuine display of emotional content in our IM experiences. WTF is good, STFU works for me, what about ioywhsicsy - If only you were here so i could slap ya! We need to shorten these words to a coupla of letters, no more, thats entirely too much typing for messenger. LOL

GodSpeed Moonflossius!! GodSpeed indeed!!

Sweet Friday on Monday ........Again!

Well this week had all of three days in it for me, but for some reason it seems like it was a long stretch from Saturday to Monday than my normal weeks. Normal weeks work, seems to be an Oxymoron lately, which reminds me, nope, lost it again, sorry!

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So as much as I'm gonna miss my old friend cigarette, I know for a fact my other good friend, beer, is going to be terribly upset at me for sending his best friend away. He really has very few friends and I've known them both for about the same amount of time, and I'm kinda scared he may want to go with cigarettes for awhile as well. Last time cigarettes and I had a disagreement, I sent him packin but beer wasn't so sure about what he wanted to do, he was torn, I could see it in his eye and hear it in his voice. He really had a hardtime with the break up and everytime I would hang with him he would just talk about cigarette all night, and I wanted to make up so bad, but I knew one night back with cigarette and I would regret it. I'm still a softy for her smokey voice and I hear it all the time, especially after I spend a bit of time with beer! This time I think beer is gonna run off with cigarettes, at least til he figures out the awful truth about her! By then, sadley, it may be too late for him!

Well, 8 days ago, my buddy Scott (aka fitty) had a birthday, because of my shift here, didn't get to see him til monday, and didn't get to purchase a card at a real card shop, so the card i bought a Needs had a cartoon bunny with big floppy ears! It was beeter than the ones with the friggen flowers on them, believe me. The card read "Do you know what birthdays and bunnys have in common?"....Can't remember what the answer inside was, cause I scratched it out and wrote with a marker "I don't either!". Then cause that was kind of a lame card, even with 3 scratch tickets inside, I wrote on the inside cover the following.....

"I bought it at Needs so the cards kinda Shitty,
But when I saw this It said "buy me for fitty!"
The other cards had flowers, so when I saw this bunny
I thought maybe Scott would think this ones funny
It's a coupla days late so I feel like a tool
but happy birthday dude, live long and stay cool!


Now when I explained this to somebody, who will remain unnamed, they said, and I must use quotes here, "You are so Gay!!"! Which I'm not, not that there's anything wrong with that! But what do you think? Was that Gay or not Gay? I say "not Gay", quite secure in the fact that I like girls, thats not the question, is the poem gay? or was it just gay to put it in there??!!

Sunday, bloody sunday! Quit smoking yesterday! Even with these friggen patches on, it's still difficult to maintain a civil demeaner on the phone with some of these winners. I hate complaining about work! I hate work! I hate everything right now! Export "A", take me away!!!

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I really have nothing to say anyway, didn't do anything last night, was in bed by 1am, tried to read myself to sleep this time and it worked! Woke up with the light on, my goggles bent to shit lying on the edge of the bed, and once again I lost my friggen page in the book! But I did sleep, not a really good one, but my eyes were closed for a coupla hours. I hate it when I sleep for 8 hours and feel like it was 1 or 2! That, to me, is a waste of 6 hours of my life! I could have stayed up and watched 3 movies on tape or 2 on TBS! I could have spent the time surfin the net, downloading music, playing guitar......you get the picture! But instead, I have no idea what I did and I have nothing to show for those 6 hours! Somethings got to give and soon! Now I'm getting a severe pain behind my right eye! Think I should relax a bit, I'll be back soon!

Well, well we meet again! And just look at the ass on you! Sexxxxy! Ya, it's been quite awhile but there was nothing I could do about it. Well, OK, I did have the last 4 days off, but I was busy. I had things to do, yes thats right, I do have a life away from you. I was waiting patiently for my EastCoastLips stickers. I was online, yes, but I just can't blog on dial up. Why are you being like that when I'm like this?? We've got all day to blog, calm down, relax, deep breaths, thats it, thats it, there ya go! Isn't that better?

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On the edge of darkness last night, trying to get to sleep for an hour or two before souptime came along, I drifted into this nether region somewhere between sleep and wake. I've been there before, but the usual dark and muddy images which float before my semi-subconscience were replaced by brighter images, more detail than I'd ever experienced in the past, and an overall sense of dread and impending doom perpetuated itself into these brighter than normal images. Kind of the opposite of what you would correlate when comparing associations of colours with emotion and state of mind. Light is good, dark is bad was not holding up in this instance. This was more than I was expecting to endure to try and get myself a good nights sleep.

When I think about the most peaceful sleep I have ever had, I think I may have actually had an out of body experience that night. I went to sleep that night, in a manner I have tried to repeat unsuccessfully for a number of years, arms folded across my chest, lying on my back trying to clear my mind of all the garbage and stress which had become such a prevelent part of my daily existance at that time.

I have no idea from where this process for clearing my mind appeared. I was watching alot of X-files back then, but this technique seems to me in retrospect to be based in the Oriental and/or Indian disciplines of Yoga or Tai-Chi. With eyes closed, focusing on a small point far in the distance of the darkness that exists only in the absence of vision, make that same far away point into a tiny white light and slowly expand this light until it encompasses your entire field of vision to become a blank sheet of paper. Where DID I get this shit? Anyway, this seemed to have cleared my mind to the point that I was temporarily existing, somehow, on a higher plane. It is the last thing I remembered that night, the singular vision of nothingness, a blank sheet, an open page, which sticks in my memory and every couple of months gives way to another failed attempt at reaching an inner peace through a motionless, dreamless night of spiritually replenishing and restfull sleep.

Last night was one of these attempts gone horribly awry.

Simply attempting to relive this incredible state of mind, or maybe a lack of a state of mind is a better discription of the exact feeling, happens to be incredibly mentally draining. Imagine, like psychokenesis uses your mind to move and control physical objects, what I was attempting to recreate uses your mind to force your mind into a temporary complete system shut down, sort of like a much needed reboot. I believe this may bring us very close to death and that would explain why it is so hard to recreate this experience. The mind is fighting against what is in it's own best interest for some reason and this death explaination came one step closed to being fact last night.

Halloween! Taken from an original festival called Samhain a few thousand years ago, traditionally a paint your face and then stuff it with candy day for most of us, but it was started as a celebration, a three day festival (Oct.31-Nov.2nd) to honour the last harvest and the Pagan and Wiccan NewYear. The Druids belived that the barriers between the living and the spiritual world were not as solid on Samhain (pronounced "sow-en") as during the rest of the year and going insearch of enlightenment from their dearly departed they would cross into this other world through the help of spirit travel, achieved through exhausting ritual. Well, now to explain the history lesson.

Last night, on Halloween, I attempted to achieve the best possible slumber I've ever known and it didn't work. Instead of turning the tiny point of light into an empty image, I was presented with points of light too numerous to count, and after selecting one of these points and attempting to single it out and concentrate hard enough to remove the other distractions, I felt I was being sucked into that pinhole in the distance and would have to break my connection with this sort of insatiable presence which had entangled me and was pulling me in! It felt like I would imagine it would feel to be sucked into another dimesion, my body left lying still while the rest of my very essense is projected to some remote location, dimension or time. This is NOT how I remember the best sleep I ever had beginning, way back when but I was still not so sure. So I tried a few more of these points, only to arrive at the same disturbing end and then just I gave up. I was going to resign myself to an evening of pityfully unenjoyable sleep but after so much psychic jumping jacks and mental torment, saddely I was prevented from a basic rest period by the results of the pursuit of more relaxing one, and I am now running on little more then 2 hours shuteye, and a pissy sleep that was too! I think I'll wait til after the 2nd of Nov before I try this again, just to be sure I'm still here when the time to wake up rolls around! But then again.....