What's he building in there?

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Extremely menacing vibrations

Strange feelings on this last Sunday before Thanksgiving. This house feels cold to me, even though the temperature reads 70 degrees. The stereo is playing an old Tom Waits record that I thought I'd lost. Its off keyed harmonies and rough percussion is probably what's causing this brief side trip into bittersweet nostalgia. His music tends to do that. You either feel that way, or you just figure he can't sing worth a damn and crank up the latest Britney Spears track instead.

Dont go to church on sunday
Dont get on my knees to pray
Dont memorize the books of the bible
I got my own special way
Bit I know jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more

I fall on my knees every sunday
At zerelda lees candy store

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied

Well I dont want no anna zabba
Dont want no almond joy
There aint nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well its the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate jesus
Can satisfy my soul

(solo)
When the weather gets rough
And its whiskey in the shade
Its best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But thats ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied

- Tom Waits "Chocolate Jesus"

A lovely evening at Lodge

I had a lovely evening at Quaker City #500 this evening. We took care of business in short order and everyone seemed in good spirits. I enjoy going to Lodge because it lets me forget about whatever else may be going on in my life. I enjoy the sense of camaraderie and support from each other. This is the perfect antidote to the sometimes hostile climate at work.

I'd encourage anyone interested in Freemasonry begin their research at http://www.freemason.com. Also, ask a Mason what its all about. The truth may surprise you.

Austen's trivial situation

I had a good day at work today. This is a notable exception from the last week, considering the numerous foulups and random chaos that has marked my job performance recently. My co-workers and I were motivated to get the job done. We did, and we did it well.

It seems hard to believe that I find myself in a life where I can be typing on this laptop and watching a Jane Austen movie without wanting to wretch violently. It must be the double of straight Kentucky bourbon. Nothing else could make this situation tolerable.

Today a girl practically threw herself at me while I stood in line at Burger King. It was remarkable not because a girl showed interest in me. Rather, it was odd because I didn't recuse myself when I showed no deference to her. The tendency to blame myself for even the most trivial of social lapses is a strong one in me. I can only hope this is a sign that I am easing up on myself.