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Entries this day: Shuttle dirt friends_list keys today Shuttle 9:58am CST Saturday 1 February 2003 Okay, so the shuttle blew up and that's terrible but what the fuck is ABC local news thinking by breaking in on the national ABC news that was actually telling us something interesting, interviewing knowledgeable NASA employees about the shuttle and all that? Local ABC broke in on this interview where the cat was giving us new information to tell us fucking moronic shit like, "oh, the Johnson Space Center is under tight security now, there's a sense of sadness here and families are in private rooms" and fucking gossipping about where people are from in Texas and all this bullshit; just let the fucking families have their privacy and let them cry and don't splash their details all over the news.. Shit! 10:36am According to the news I've been hearing: Kennedy Space Center is in Houston.
But the worst of all, Jim Hickey of ABC News reading? ranting? "If the shuttle program is grounded for months or even years, what will become of the 3 astronauts in the International Space Station? Who the hell came up with a crisis over that? What do you think will "become" of the 3 astronauts? We'll fucking go back up there with another Shuttle and pick them up!!! "Oh, I'm so sorry guys; it's just too risky to come back and get you.. the shuttle might blow up on re-entry! You would rather starve, right?" Now c'mon Jim, you don't gotta read that. And if you wrote it, you're fired! permalinkdirt 11:10am CST Saturday 1 February 2003 I rode with my dad to get a tiller and 2 yards of dirt. The trailer tires needed air after the dirt was added, so we pulled into a gas station. It seems that when the trailer went across the (minor) dip of transition between street and parking lot, one of the axel connectors broke. Dad analyzed it and seems we need to jack the trailer up, shift the something and put it all back together. I trust we can do it and still let me hang out with Marcel today. 12:04pm Took the trailer off the truck. Took the tiller off the trailer and tossed it into the truck. Going now to get a 5 ton jack. 12:06pm Someone in a vehicle, looks like a drak gray brown Jeep Cherokee type thing purchased at Copeland (here in Tomball) with TX plates F25 YPL, just threw a plastic bottle into the grass by the road. They just turned onto Sandy Lane from 249. Maybe they live back there. 12:51pm Have the jack from Dad's storage shed now. Headed back to his house where we'll get my car as well so I can leave separately if necessary. permalinkfriends list 9:42pm CST Saturday 1 February 2003 A couple days ago I removed 3 names from my LJ friends list. Adrienne, Chez's cousin Paul, and Megan I think. Adrienne emailed me, asked me why I had removed her. Fuck. I told her it was because of the length of her entries, and though I encourage long journal entry writing, I don't have the patience/attention to read long entries. I think journals out to be written for ourselves, not written for others. (That's a big fat hard thing to do with my journal online, but I'm getting better at writing more of what I would write in my private book.) Then I went to her journal and find that the recent 20 entries aren't all that long. Hmmm. I read through the remains of my friends list and find that I wasn't really reading most of the entries. Only about 3 or 4 people's entries do I read. Maybe more. I seem to read the entries of people who I know well. That makes sense. So, do I go slaughter more of my friends list? Alienate more people? I've got too much fucking internet stuff on my daily plate already: emails, email lists, friends lists, writing my own journal, world news... argh fuck. I'm on the edge of a cleaning mode, where I might just shred my LJ friends list or erase it altogether. But I know I won't erase it altogether. permalinkkeys 9:59pm CST Saturday 1 February 2003 Maggie just called; she locked her keys in her car. In Pearland. That's not exactly around the corner, but it is in Texas. Even in the greater Houston area. 10:16pm Got a map on mapquest. Leaving Maggie's now. Got my iTunes rocking. NIN happens to be on first. How can I possibly have not written about the fun fun times with Marcel, Adriene, Nicholas, then Kayse, Laurie, Brianna? Legos with Adrien while Marcel worked on my computer. And talking for two hours with Janette. Just lovely lovely lovely. How could two hours have gone by so fast???? 11:12pm got a bit lost. but I've arrived. 42 miles 11:24pm Hahahahah talk about underdressed with my T-shirt, shorts, no shoes, in a crowd of tuxes, suits, dresses. Walked out arm and arm with Maggie, as she was wearing a dramatic purple dress with crazy purple hat and purse and boa or something. 12:09am Back at Maggie's. 82.2 miles driven. Wow; I beat them home! permalinktoday 12:19am CST Sunday 2 February 2003 "Today" is the day the space shuttle Columbia blew up. I'm kinda sad about that, since the Columbia was the original vehicle. Now it's no longer the hardworking workhorse in my mind, proudly flying for all these years, still performing as well as its younger brethren. Enjoyed watching Adrien play a train construction game on computer. He likes the game a lot. Interesting to see him build basically with no plan in mind, but just tossing track sections together any way they will go. Marcel likened it to building with Legos and having to use every piece in the set. I'm tired as crap. I'm sorta kinda beginning to write just whatever I want in here and not worry about being prim and proper, about keeping consistency in writing techniques or HTML formatting over a period of days. Basically not caring about the possible existance of an audience. Eminem is helping me get that. Adrien wrenched my heart as they left today. He opened the back window of their van and was all, "Rob? Um, can you um, come over and play sometime?" How the fuck can I tell this little kitten that I might not see him in multiple years, so long that he'll probably forget my name, forget everything about today except the lump in his stomach that his simple query was left unfulfilled. Same heart wrenching as leaving Sarah in West Virginia. Sigh. permalink |