Month: 27 Adar 5764 (March 2004)

Well, it’s been a little over a week since my last post, and from what I’ve seen, a lot’s happened. Jerry left for Michigan last Friday, and I’m enjoying the jerrylessness. I’m not, however, enjoying the new, record-setting length of time that has passed since I’ve talked to Steve. I’m not blaming him, because, no matter what, he makes it a point to tell me he loves me at the end of every conversation, no matter now long or short it is. For that, I am very grateful. And, from what I understand, the work load is supposed to lessen in a little while, so that’s good. I just looked at Jamminjerry’s journal, and it looks like someone’s posted a nice little He’s apparently pissed someone off. He should be careful of that, because if you don’t know who your enemies are, you don’t know who your friends are, and thus you don’t know who’s pissed at you at any given time. Anyway, enough with the philosophical rambling. I watched Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me, with description this week. I’m not sure which was funnier: The actual movie, or the description. To all who have commented on previous entries, notable Satanicharisma, I haven’t forgotten about your comments, and do plan to respond. I’ve just been spending the last week or so by myself, taking some much-needed me-time. I plan to post more often, but we’ll see what happens.

OK, for some reason, I can’t edit my info on the livejournal site. It’s being a royal bitch. I’ve tried deleting the cookie associated with the site, but that doesn’t help.

I didn’t sleep well last night. I’ve been up since about 9 something last night, and will probably stay up today, so I can put away the rest of my laundry, do some more laundry, and some other stuff. I went to Walmart yesterday, and got some new jeans, and a new shirt. I needed the clothes, since it’s been a long time since I’ve actually went out and bought some clothes, with the exception of some kippot, and some kerchiefs. Well, I did get some clothes for work a few months ago, but I didn’t buy those, so, as far as this discussion is concerned, they don’t count. I also went out to eat at a place called K&W Cafeteria. The food left a lot to be desired. I ate what was supposed to be steak and gravy over rice, black-eyed peas, (which tasted as though they hadn’t even been washed, just shucked and thrown in the pot with G-d knows what), a roll (which was actually good), and a piece of lemon pie, (which was really runny, and had very little crust). Note to self: Don’t go there on a Sunday, or probably any other day. Someone commented annonymously to one of my recent entries, asking if the Steve I mentioned is Steve Wolf of WolfFM. To answer the question: No. My Steve’s last name is ze’evi. I just happen to like WolfFM. I would like to know who it was who asked, just out of curiosity. I don’t mind annonymous comments, except that I don’t get to see a name associated with some of them. Some, though, sign their names at the end of their posts, and I like that. It puts a name with a comment.

It’s almost midnight, and I’m still up because I don’t feel tired, and see no point in going to bed just yet. I’m getting some laundry done, and will probably make sure to put it away immediately. I have to take a cab to the store tomorrow, because I forgot to pick up some much-needed household items yesterday while I was out. I hate that. The bandwidth’s really dodgy tonight, so I’ll probably read a book while I do my laundry.

Shalom all:
It’s been a little while since I’ve posted something that originates in my own cranium, and I think I could come up with enough worthy happenings for an entry. Where to start …
Last night, I ate better than i have in a while. Ray and I went to Ryan’s, which, for those of you who read my journal from overseas, is a local steak house, and we ate from their buffet. We went with Bob, (otherwise known as Homer, as in Homer Simpson). Bob is useful to a degree, but he has this really annoyingly huge problem when it comes to the business of others. He, being a Seventh-Day Adventist, likes to tell me, a Jewess, how to practice Judaism. Rich. In case you’re wondering how this is relevant to your life: If you belong to any other Christian group than the Seventh-Day Adventist Collective, (otherwise known as the Seventh-Day Adventist Church), you’re automatically evil, associated with Rome, (Rome=”The Great Whore of Babylon mentioned in Revelation 17), thus making your beliefs and practices inferior to his own. This applies especially to those of us who are J-Witnesses. If you’re disabled in anyway, this automatically implies that you had a bad childhood, and that you are not nearly as capable as the average, everyday individual. Once again, rich. But, here’s the clincher: According to Bob, people like myself, who happen to have what in most cases proves to be a very insignificant problem of blindness, have an obligation to work for free in order to establish a favorable reputation, due to the fact that “blind people don’t have a good reputation”, thus I must do my part to fix that agregious problem. Right. He’s also been known to make comments to the effect that persons who undergo any sort of abuse bring it on themselves, and that anyone who advocates the death penalty for crimes like rape is sick, and that the Oklahoma City bombing was a good thing. If it weren’t for the fact that the man has his uses, namely free food, I’d have nothing to do with him. But enough about him. On to better things. The meal was great, and I thought I was going to have to ask for carry-out service: The kind where they carry me out of the restaurant because I’ve eaten too much, thus making walking out a near impossibility.
And now, on to the subject of this entry. Lately, I find that a lot of completely simple solutions to problems that prove themselves to be at least mildly annoying occur to me a lot slower than they used to. Here’s an example: When I visit Ray at his apartment, I use a dial-up connection to access the ‘Net. For anyone interested, the fastest connection I’ve gotten is 33, and the slowest 21.6. Anyway, I’ve been moving the craptop (craptop is the affectionate name I’ve given to my laptop) back and forth from the room where I’m sleeping to his living room. I just bought a new battery for the craptop recently, but I don’t keep in in the machine in order to keep it from getting fubarred, thus rendering it useless. Consequently, every time I’ve moved the craptop, i’ve been disconnectiong its power supply from the electrical outlet. And then, this morning, it finally occurred to me to simply put the pattery in during the transfer, thus avoiding the loss of power, having to restart the machine, and having to reconnect to the ‘Net. What a novel concept! I intend to find out the source of the common-sense leak, and repair the situation.
Given that I’ve just spent the last thirty minutes, (give or take some on either side), writing the current treatise, I’ll end it here. Stay tuned, and thanks for reading.
Amanda Jayne Rush
Rachel bat Avraham Avinu v’Sarah Emanu