New Domain

www.theworldisawake.com

Finally, my own little presence on the web. =)

my new girlfriend…

is cuter than yours.

 

Jasmine

and there’s nothing you can do about it. (although she doesn’t like being picked up, as you can tell by her facial expression)

computer (in)conveniences

About two months ago, my roommates and I moved.  Not far, mind you; just about 15 10 miles south of where we used to live. This doesn’t sound all that out of the ordinary- mainly because it isn’t. In fact, I had totally forgotten about our older abode. 

So imagine my surprise when I went to check the shipping status of a product that I purchased online, only to see that it shipped to my old apartment. The item was already signed for and everything. The item was signed for and I have nothing to show for it.

I quickly went and checked all of the order details and my “bill-to” address was correct. It was that pesky “ship-to” address that caused the problems. Normally when you purchase something online, you fill out the “bill-to” address, and the “ship-to” address can be left blank, unless of course it’s different.  Well my trusty lil’ Macbook decided it wanted to do me a favor and fill in that “ship-to” address for me. Unfortunately, Mr. Macbook didn’t get the “we’ve moved” memo.  I don’t know how i didn’t see it before I finished up the order.

So after this realization, I freaked out and sent a “I know it’s not your fault, but do you have any ideas?” email to the shipper. About three seconds after I hit send, it occurred to me that shipments usually went to the front office at that old apartment. And they don’t release the shipments to the tenants without ID.

I called the office today during my lunch break and the woman answering the phone informed me that, yes it was there, and that I could pick it up. So sometime tomorrow between 10 a.m. and 5 p.m., I need to go back to the place I had been happily forgetting for the past two months. I suppose things could be worse.

Dreamlessly – Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

“they feel no terror
at loving
or at not
being loved”

It’s amazing how this man managed to sum up all of my inner most feelings towards humanity in a mere 11 words. I was at the bookstore in Jupiter when I read this particular poem and I remember looking up and around me wanting to just run up to anyone and exclaim “someone figured it out!” But I didn’t think they would understand.

Click below for the rest of the poem

*yawn* Really, Chuck?

I’ll be honest.  Snuff was disappointing.  I realize that Palahniuk has built his reputation on the inherent edgyness (I make up words frequently) and shockingness (see?) of his stories and books. I’m not really squeemish and I can handle all of the little details that he likes to throw in. (His description of anal beeds in Choke, anyone?) But in this book, he tries too hard. The trivia and nasty little details seem forced and don’t really add anything to the story. It seems like he threw them in just for the sake of throwing them in.

By the end of the book, every “my life was just one big money shot” or “600 dudes fluffing themselves” reference was old and tired. Given the subject matter, I expected some of those references, but after you figure out what the book is all about, the parts that are supposed to shock you are just lame.

I would go into more detail, but I don’t want to spoil the book for anyone who still wants to read it.  It is relatively short and was a quick read at least.  The other two of Palahniuk’s books that I have read (Fight Club and Choke) were great, and I would recommend them to anyone.  This one- not so much.