Hobos are the Eighth Deadly Sin

The last four days have been pretty hellish. Saturday and Sunday really took it out of me, due to sleeping poorly, having 5:30AM shifts, and allergies. Monday was the day to top all days, however. If you're easily grossed out, you're probably better off skipping further down. It's fine, I won't be offended. Okay, still here? I hate hobos. Okay, most aren't to bad; in fact, many of the homeless people that come in to to the grocery story are the friendliest, most polite people that come in, like Andy, or David (even though I suspect he's a serial killer, because of how he looks, and acts sometimes). However, I have a particular vendetta against the terrible hobos, exemplified by the crazy bugger who decided that he couldn't wait to walk to the bathroom down the hall, and thus deposited his... fecal matter... in my garbage can. I was told after the event that the bottle return room smelled terrible, and would I please find the source of the stench and remove it? Que sense of overwhelming dread. Finally, after clearing out the room, I found the offending garbage container. And it stunk. Really badly. And it leaked when I pulled the bag, covering the floor in more foul smelling liquid. After containing the leaking bag, I "spilled" some citrus smelling cleaner, rather than our normal unscented stuff, all over the floor, and spent 30 minutes power washing the whole room, and then another 10 putting it all back together. So yeah, after 45 minutes cleaning... crap... I've declared war against whoever did this. If I ever find him, so help me, I will stab him with a broken bottle, and then cram bottle caps down his throat, and bury his body under a load of crushed glass. Only then will I forgive him.

Okay, moving on! For those of those who skipped down, think of something cute and funny... in fact, go visit http://cuteoverload.com/. Feel better? I hope so. In other news, I'm exhausted, and have no business staying up to wrote this, or watching Rurouni Kenshin, or chating with friends. I'll need to nap tomorrow. That's one thing I've learned in college, is that sleep isn't always bad. You sleep when there's nothing else going on, because then you can run on 2 or 3 hours of sleep for months at a time. ;) See, I'm torn between "sleep is for the weak" and "sleep is divine (Caleb and James's views, respectively, if you're interested. Is that another warning sign, that I consider diferent ideas to belong to differnt people that live inside the same body? Crazy?? I was crazy once..)

So yeah, that's been like 90% of what I've done over the last few days. I went to the dentist today... did yard work on Monday, and got to repair and use several chainsaws! :D That was a lot of fun, and I decided that I need to have one at my house, if only for zombie and burgler defense. I'm looking forward to having my own house, mainly because I'll have fun planning how to defend it, and preparing against that possiblity.

Anyway, I think I'm gonna call it a night now, cause I'm getting to the point where I'm erasing more than I actually post. So, g'night ya'll. I appreciate your reading.

Oh! Quotes and Questions!

- How strictly should the law be obied?
- Should it bother me that I've learned that my knife counts as a concealed weapon, raising my felony count from about 5 to about 5000?
- Does a hero have to save someone/something to be a hero, or is it sacrifice that is the key?

"You see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push! "

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Beginnings

So, this is at least the third blog I've started in my internet career. Frankly, I'd rather not look back at previous attempts; I tend to be hypercritical of my work. I doubt there'll be much to post before I ship out to basic in March, but we'll see. I know I won't be able to blog in basic, but hope to really start when I get out in... May, I believe. Still, I'll try to be as consistent as I can be.

At the moment, my life consists of lazy mornings, most memorable for their distinct lack of coffee (mostly), doing odd jobs around the house until I leave for work around 2, and then closing the store (a local grocery store.) I'll get online and chat with friends until I get tired and head to bed. Unless a few things work out for me, that's my schedule for the next 9 months, aside from this morning and tomorrow morning, where I was unlawfully and unwillingly dragged from my warm, soft, comfortable bed at 0400 to go to work. I hate when people ask for time off. I should be the only one with that privilege! It wouldn't be half bad, actually, if I was working that shift regularly. It's actually nice to have a day to get stuff done in. But shifting from a 0100 bedtime to a 2200 bedtime isn't easy.

Due to my redonkulous amount of free time, I have lots of opportunities to think, which is a double edged sword, which has led to a lot of examination of my own philosophy. Other popular topics include: heroes; justice; chivalry; gender; revenge; the nature of man; & adventure (or rather my thirst for it).

I guess I'll wrap this up with a few of the questions that have been bothering me for a while, as well as a quote.

- What is a hero?
- Does chivalry recognize self?
- How much weight should epicness hold in my decision making process?
- Is Rorschach Lawful Good or Lawful Evil? Or maybe, What alignment is Rorschach?
- If a man with photographic memory walks into a bookstore and memorizes a book, did he do anything wrong?
- What would G.K. Chesterton do?

"No one doubts an ordinary man can get on with this world; but we demand not strength enough to get on with it, but strength enough to get it on. Can he hate it enough to change it, and yet love it enough to think it worth changing? Can he look at its colossal good without once feeling acquiescence? Can he look up at its colossal evil without once feeling despair? Can he, in short, be at once not only a pessimist and an optimist, but a fanatical pessimist and a fanatical optimist? Is he enough of a pagan to die for the world, and enough of a Christian to die to it?" G.K.C., Orthodoxy

Anyway, that's it for tonight.
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