just dropped a small fortune for a stroller and a crib. How the heck can baby stuff be so darn expensive? They're small, the cost of their stuff should be directly proportionate to their size.
Even so, cant wait till October.
October = charquo & jynx + 1

is dead and gone. Such a shock to friends of his. Sad to see such an icon of metal pass into the night.
His passing serves as yet another symbol, and another marker of my musical development removed from being.
Quiet Riot was the third band that I discovered when I first invaded my brother's record collection back in 1987.

It's a dark day for metal to my perspective.

From a Dream Theater song:
"You can take away my heroes
Can you take away my pain"

Or play the game and win!
At work, we recently did the whole shift-bidding war thing. Knowing that I had a snowball's chance in hell of getting the shift I wanted, I decided to put that towards the middle of my list. Of course, being a newb here, that's where the powers that be would look for my assignment, right? I put something that I wouldn't mind but didn't really really want to the top of the priority list. Yeah.

I got my #1 choice. That's so wrong. The scheduling guys need to be re-schooled. You don't give the new guy exactly what he wants, especially when there are people who have been around for a while getting shitty shifts that they didn't want.

Not that I'm really complaining. After all, while I wanted a popular shift, many understand their chances and don't even try for it. Add to that, I actually wanted the shitty days off.

So now, I go from early morning to early afternoon shift to graveyard shift next month.

Who woulda thunk it?

But..
To complicate matters, my Mrs. got the shift I originally wanted. So, she'll be showing up to work just as I'm leaving, and I'll be leaving for work just as she's going to sleep. I can see it now, on the one day off we share (and I suppose I should be thankful for at least that), I'm gonna have to ask for some ID. Just to be sure.

I have come to the realization that I am a very sentimental fooker. I find myself sitting there with a blank expression or stupid grin thinking about times past and reliving them within my mind. Sometimes wishing to go back, other times hella relieved to be over and done with.
Good times and bad, nostalgic all the same. For instance, the high times:
The look on Brixx's face when I got him point blank between the eyes with my borrowed super-soaker 7500000.
When I nearly broke my ankle (okay, exaggeration, but hey!) while bowling with the gang and still pulling a spare.
When carpooling with slavepoet to school, when we decided on a whim, 'nah screw that' and blew our lunch money on Terminator 2 at the arcade.
and the lows:
Telling Harmz that I was quitting the band.
Almost not graduating from high school.
Watching my dad stagger to the plane on his way for a major medical operation on the mainland.

What would I give to relive those years? Name it.

Would I actually go through with it? Probably not.

Eesh, what is wrong with me? "Live in the now" I keep telling people.
Perhaps I should take my own advice?

So this guy accuses me of stealing his cell phone. "Where's my blackberry? You! Stay right where you are! Don't move until I find my blackberry. You took it, didnt you?" Whatever. Like I would even attempt to steal some precious precious cell phone in a place that has 20 camaras pointed in my general direction, in a job where picking up a penny from the ground and putting it in my pocket is seriously grounds for termination. Nevermind that the phone was a nasty shade of green and all crusty and shit. Eww.
Anyway, he tells me he wants to talk to my supervisor. I call him over and the guy tells him that I stole his phone and he only got it back because he saw me do it and caught me in the act! My supervisor's all yes, yes, did he really.. yes, yes, I understand. Then he scored some major points. He said let's review the video while you file a police report. Video shows I never came near that stupid phone. Shows that after he accused me, he searched his stuff and found it in his own pocket. Cops took him away and he missed his flight. Dont know what the charge was, but I bet it had to do with slander and falsly accusing a federal officer. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I'll be waiting for him when he finally gets out of jail and tries to fly out. I'll ask him how his phone's working out for him.