Freakin advertisers...

Ya know... I don't watch TV a whole lot. I watch the news in the mornings. Sometimes if there's something going on in the national news I'll keep the TV on in the background as I write or I go about my business. Then, as I'm trying to get tired enough to go to bed, I'll watch some of the late shows. Cool.

Now, I understand that in order for me to get the high quality (hack hack... cough) programming that I demand, they need advertisers. I've never been delusional about that sort of thing. It's always been a careful balance between programs and advertisers. I like that... it's capitalism at work. God bless America.

But I HAAAATE some of the advertisements that they put up there. Most really don't bother me. If the ad's bad, I'm not paying attention anyway. If the ad's good, maybe something will stick subconsciously in my mind as I'm shopping. The biggest problem are the ad's I find so insulting that I FEEL THE NEED TO POST HERE ABOUT THEM!!!

So my plan is to make a list on this site of all the ad's that grind my gears for some reason or another. I hate these commercials and as a result I refuse to buy anything they advertise. And my mom, when I was in first grade, told me to never use the word hate, but I feel it justifies itself here.

Here's the beginning of my shikaka list.
Head On - I hate them. I despise every little spinoff of them. Their product sure as shikaka won't work for me... cause I will never, ever buy their product.
Comcast Fake Headline News - This is soooo irritating because I fall for their absurd line every time!! YOUR AD IS NOT BREAKING NEWS!!!

Well, okay, I feel better. If nothing else, it's nice to rant about what someone else is doing.

And, of course, there's absolutely nothing with regards to my health to report. That's particularly nice.

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Partaaay!

Congratulations to all who came to the fundraiser/posttest/free beer thing for Katie's Run. You raised exactly $481.60 for The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. Rounded up to $500, you can see your contribution here. Thank you so much, both Katie and I really appreciate it. Furthermore, Katie has decided to run a full marathon rather than a half marathon!

Good job Katie.

weird and philosophical

Beware of all the things I post at night... they tend to be weird and philosophical... at least in my opinion.

baby I need you more than ever...

Honest to God, I don't know what the title to this blog is supposed to mean. Either way, I'm not going to change it and you can take it as though I'm speaking to you. Because I am speaking to you.

Speaking of God, I think it's an opportune time to let you know how I feel about Him, this being the day we celebrate His resurrection and all. My relationship with Him is still a little strange. It's sort of like I'm looking at Him across the room, He's looking at me, and neither of us know what to say. It's very middle-school-esque. I don't blame Him for what's happened to me, I don't pretend to know what He's thinking, but I just don't know do with what I have and the turns my life has taken. What do I do?

Before this diagnosis, everything was so clear. You do the best you can, you be as morally righteous as you can, you even make every effort to help those in need. Bad things happen to good people, but you try your damn best to do right by them. If you're good at something, do that something. If you're not, don't do it. Living life was as easy as pie.

But life is different now. I can't do what I thought I was supposed to do. I'm writing but it really doesn't seem as I'm going anywhere. I produce these pages but I don't know what they're supposed to say. Writing, reading, pages, words, the tapping of the keyboard: it doesn't make sense, at least no sense that I can make of it.

Do you ever feel like you're being pulled in a direction but you don't know what the end is? It doesn't frighten you. You should be watching the road but you're pulled away by the scenic view. I feel like I'm pulled away by the view. I feel like God is pulling me. I'm not afraid but I have no idea what I'm doing, where I'm going, or what the point is.

I think I'll go over to the punch bowl.

bluaaaaahhhhhhhh...

So, this week is my period, meaning it’s the week that I take the chemo. I really have no idea how I’ll feel during this time. Sometimes I feel like vomiting all over the place, sometimes I feel depressed, and sometimes I feel totally okay. There hasn’t been any rhyme nor reason to my disposition or my comfort level from one moment to the next.

After sleeping about 11 hours last night, I thought it would be an excellent idea to get up and try to jog a bit this morning. I felt pretty good. I had to go pick up a book from the bookstore that I’d ordered. It was a decent morning to jog and I was looking forward to it.

Boy was that a mistake. I took off north and did well for about four blocks then I thought… man… I don’t feel all that well. I slowed to a walk as I approached Chicago Avenue and decided I’d turn around early. Walking along back to the bookstore I felt nauseous and light-headed. I can’t imagine what the bookstore lady though when she saw a guy in jogging clothes, ready to barf right in front of her, and buying a book called “Your Money or Your Life.” I made it home without barfing, but the moral of the story is… well… there is no moral to this story.

That’s all I’ve got.