MY LIFE - OCTOBER

Sunday, October 15, 2000

Sunday is the only day of the week where I do the same thing over and over again with any kind of consistency. I don't know whether to be proud or not either. I mean, it's not like there's any kind of expectation for me to do anything on Sunday, but maybe I should make more of an effort or find something to do.

Fuck it. I like being lazy on Sunday. I don't work, nothing needs to get done, and there's football on all day. Since it's the playoffs in baseball, there's a good chance of catching a baseball game as well. I mean, Sunday is the epitome of what's great in a guy's life. In my case, lay on my back in my bed and just watch sports all day.

I know. It doesn't sound very romantic. Anyone interested in me might find it repulsive or uninspiring. I'm sorry if that's the case. But I work all week and like any guy, like to relax when I can. If that means sitting in front of a tv watching oversized guys crash into each other, then so be it, right? I mean, it's not like I'd subject a girlfriend to this. Not at all, unless she was someone who liked that sort of thing.

Actually, Sunday is the day I usually feel like shit on too. I don't know why. I wake up on Sunday and it's almost guaranteed that I'll have a headache at some point. Today was no different. It's probably due to the fact that I typically clean up my room on Sunday, which means that a week's worth of cat hair has piled up on my floor and is affecting my allergies.

I did have a blistering headache until about 6 or 7pm, when it finally wore off and allowed me to go and take care of some things I needed to get done. I washed my white clothes tonight since I need my khakis and pharmacy jacket cleaned, picked up my room a little bit, and ate a little dinner. I still have to do some more cleaning, but that will have to wait for another day since I never got around to it.

Now I don't want anyone to think that I'm overly lazy (even though I probably am). My mom says I'm the cleanest one in the house, and I think that says a lot with me living with my mom and two sisters. When the guy is the cleanest one in the house, that doesn't always say a lot. I don't know about this one. Neither sister is what you'd call neat. Hell, they're both the messiest people I know.

But that's just how it goes in this house. You go downstairs and you'll find almost no evidence of me living in the house. I keep everything up here, and it's usually pretty clean up here. My desk can get cluttered as can some other areas of my room. My dishes aren't always washed right away and my stove could use a cleaning. However, aside from the litter and loose hair from me, my bathroom is in good shape and my closet is very clean.

I'm just not a messy person. I can't stand it at all. It's why I'm usually very organized in what I do. I can't stand looking for things that should be easily found. It drives me nuts.

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Last night was a very interesting night. It seems that a police helicopter was flying over the same area over and over again with its searchlight on. This is just one of the many things that I'm seeing for the first time since moving up here. I've seen the chopper before, but very rarely with its searchlight looking around. It seemed to be focused on the same area as the chopper circled, indicating to me that it had in its sights its target, but it was maybe only a quarter mile from my house.

That's a little unsettling for most people, including me. I don't like seeing the chopper flying around with a light shining down. That tells me they're looking for something or someone. I don't like seeing that at all because of what it implies: someone's running around and they're trying to find whoever it is.

I half-expected to see someone hopping fences in my neighborhood while running from the cops. That would qualify as something interesting. I also kept expecting the light to go right into our neighborhood and shine right in our yard with me watching it. That would be an interesting experience. Maybe I'd get to see whatever it was they were looking for. All of a sudden, I've had a change of heart.

Living in Cleveland has been a very interesting experience for me. I hope it doesn't get any more interesting than it's been. I'll pass on that opportunity.

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Our dog is ver queer. I'm sure some of you could guess that, given our track record with animals, but he's very strange. Next door, our neighbors have about two or three larger dogs that are constantly outside. It seems that Anubis has decided he wants to attack these dogs as he goes right about to the part of the fence that you can see through (the chainlink part of the fence) and draws one of the dogs over to investigate.

Once the dog, usually the black one, gets over there, he starts barking at Anubis, who in turn, starts making this sound that's comparable to the sound you here when a dog attacks, but not quite (Anubis is not a vocally strong dog). They go on like this for long periods of time, each one determined to kill the other one in every sense. No matter what you try, they keep at it.

Then they'll run back and forth along the fence, of which most of it is wooden and fairly tall, then resume by the small area between the neighbor's garage and start of the chain link fence. The noises resume before they start running again. It's the same pattern over and over again and neither dog gets tired of it.

I just don't get Anubis though. This is a dog who's been sprayed by a skunk at least twice and who has made malicious attacks on the vacuum cleaner and lawn mower. He feels compelled to attack things that are either inanimate or larger than him, such as other dogs. I remember walking him once when we first got him. He tried to go after every damn dog that he saw, which was a lot in my old neighborhood in Brunswick. It didn't matter what it was or how big it was, he wanted to go after it.

This same dog has a penchant for killing small animals. He's killed at least two birds, nearly killed two of our domesticated birds, has killed a possum, and other small animals as well. He just can't get enough. We can't bring him inside too often because he can get so wild. He'd try to kill the cats if they didn't have claws and swat at him. My own cat once sliced his ear open for getting too close. He hasn't bothered her since.

But I guess that's what you get for owning an African hunting dog. Of course, it's hard for me to believe that these damn things would survive that long, given their penchant for attacking larger objects.

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I'm going to be stupid and give America Online another try. This is for no real reason at all at this point, though I'll probably find a validating reason down the road. Or not, I don't really know. I do know that I visited this site via AOL's browser and noticed a few things in it that I found noteworthy.

First of all, the font size on all the fonts in this site are larger when viewed in AOL than with normal web browsers. This is 12-font, but it looks like it's about 14-font with AOL. I don't know what others might think, but I didn't really like how large it was. It seemed almost too big, but when I went to some other sites, the fonts were normal sized. I'm not really sure what that may mean though.

The other thing I noticed is that the larger fonts make it seem like I've written more than I actually have. It also distorted the screen a little bit and it just didn't look quite right from my perspective. I don't intend on trying to find a way to fix it since no one's complained, but it did bother me.

My picture also didn't look right, but that's from AOL compressing the picture. All you AOL users out there, if the image is fuzzy, it's not because it's a bad picture, but rather from the image being compressed. You can turn that option off if you'd like, since it makes me look like one of those victims on "Cops" or something where their faces are fuzzed out.

AOL itself doesn't seem like it's changed much since I last saw it. I have to get myself used to it again, but that shouldn't take too long. I guess the main part I'll be using is the chat room feature since I was a pretty big user of that last time. I'm not going to change my primary e-mail address and my AOL user name is the same as my instant messenger screen name, wservo9a. My e-mail with AOL is wservo9a@aol.com, but most e-mail should be sent to wservo9@netscape.net.

How long will I stay with AOL this time? I don't really know. I might drop it right away, but I'm not sure yet. I do know I have 700 hours of free time to use, so I'll probably use it slowly so that I don't have to pay anything initially.

I might keep it too. Like I said, I don't know. I guess I was just bored for a while there.