Zoe’s Journal

Zoe’s Journal
Ideas are elusive, slippery things. Best to keep a pad of
paper and a pencil at your bedside, so you can stab them
during the night before they get away.
    - Earl Nightingale, 1921 - 1989

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May 30th, 2006

Well, Memorial Day is over and gone, and my level 6 Tauren Hunter has now risen to a smashing level 17 (almost 18). Hey, I don’t think you realize how much effort that takes! We even procrastinated on seeing X-Men! Actually, Dan procrastinated, and I was fine with it because I was already being entertained. :)

Question: Concerning a work holiday…. is the holiday the actual day off, or the fact that the work week is one day shorter? For me, it’s the latter.

I am considering taking a whole week off away from computer outside of work. Excepting email of course. Who doesn’t check their mailbox every day? But… no checking the profile sites… no browsing the news at home… no PC games (note: I leave room for PS2 and XBOX games) and no chatting. That last one might be hard, but those who need me can email me. :) To enforce this, I might just upend a box of tacks on my chair.

My computer class starts today (oh damn, looks like I have to get on the computer anyway)  and though it looks deceivingly simple with questions like “What is the big tv-like screen on your computer called?”, there is also some stuff that I don’t know concerning hardware. It looks like I’ll be learning MS Access as well… hurray! now I can upgrade my resume more! (Not that I need to - my job is quite fun.)

I’m such a nerd… I started a “gamers notebook” with all of my online games and their characters listed. It’s only a matter of time before that expands to include the off-line games as well.

So anyway, it’s finally back to work. I’ll be working over-hours for the next few days to make up for yesterday being a holiday. The Payroll Must Go On.  Eh.

Peace and lollipops be with you. The big lollipops.

 

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160

May 24th, 2006

What a coincidence. As of ‘right now’ there are 160 posts and 160 comments on this site. Of course, with this post, it will be 161, but I’m sure some brave soul will even the numbers up again.

You wanted fiction? You’ve got fiction. Fiction AND prose.

The LotR and I went to see the DaVinci Code last night. It was good! Far from being a ‘17′ on the ‘Rotten Tomato’ rating code, I actually liked it. I actually thought it seemed like more of a 90’s film than anything of today but the producers pulled it off. It is X-Men on Sunday, baby!

I have the strange feeling that I am not ‘needed’ at work. It’s more than a feeling. I was actually told such. Simply put, this is an off week - meaning that the big payroll doesn’t start until Monday, and I must entertain and amuse myself with other duties - meaning I was hired out to another department. However, said department ran out of work to do and said I was not needed. I am waiting on my thumbs for someone else to realize that they have too much work and ‘hey! Zoejane can help!’ except they don’t know that my real name is ZoeJane.

Such a strange mood today. Perhaps it stems from lack of sleep? Hmm. I’ve been fighting the urge to sleep on that wonderful silken carpet. We should have placed it on the bed instead of the floor. Ah well. Replacements can be found.

The LotR seems to think that he is getting a ‘belly’ and I know that I am getting some ’stuffing’ in places. With such items determined, we decided to lay off of the pasta and potatoes…. going for vegetable stir-frys. Yum. Diet Change!

World of Warcraft is going awesome. I have eight total characters, but in order to perserve my non-addictive reputation, I shall refrain from saying more. But I shall say this - “A girl has got to have something to do when her guy is tucked away in his respective computer world.. and at least I’m not flirting with strange guys on the internet!” Or am I? *ponders* My characters do flirt at times. Hmmm. Must think about this more.

Ga Ga Gah… Day be Gone! Night Cometh!

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The Great God Tripture

May 24th, 2006

The tiny island nation had had its fair share of trials. By trials, I mean tribulation. Trials and tribulation. Oh, what a religious way to say it… They had their fair share of problems. And by problems, I mean Problems. With a capital P. Tropical storms had bombarded the country every spring, and earthquakes ran rampant throughout the years. Typoons flooded the villages regularly as results of said earthquakes. Every third year was a drought but once it had rained for 50 days straight.

But the country was doing just fine now. There had been no drought for six years, nor any typhoons - at least not any to speak of. The residents had mostly become wise to the ways of Tripture.

Tripture was the god. Tripture ruled all. Tripture controlled all. Tripture was an ostrich. They had found him wandering the corn fields… his head held high while strutting through the bug-infested weeds.

The first man who tried to capture the bird was now blind - both eyes pecked out and a nasty scar on his neck. He served as warning to the villagers. That same night, the worst earthquake in the island’s history occurred and thirty of the mud shack houses were now just mud. The shaman of the tribe warned against provoking the wrath of this powerful forest god who controlled the wind and waves. And by the wind and waves, I mean everything. The villagers began leaving deposits of fruit and vegetables outside the village every night for this monster god. Every morning, the food had gone.

Four years passed this way, and the island nation never was better. No typhoons hit, only 2 earthquakes (those were determined to be results of rotten bananas) and the only flood was one night after a strong wind blew the food all over the island. Tripture, it seemed, was appeased.

No one had seen the god since the first attempt at capture, but it was evident that he was still in attendace on the island. Legends grew and stories blossomed. Praise toward the mighty Tripture burst out in songs around the village campfire.

Until the night he died.

He stumbled into the square, bloody and akward. Children ran from him and men bowed, but Tripture cared naught. From his long graceful neck streamed a sinuous trail of blood. He collapsed two paces past the fire and never stirred again. Into the firelight stepped a creature that no villager had seen the like of. Of human size, this creature was clothed in strange fur - all white. It carried a smoking stick and walked on two legs like an ape. When it saw the group of huddled villagers in the square, it stopped, lowering its stick. Spreading its hands, for hands they were, it spoke.

What it spoke, no one knows. For the men of the village panickedly rushed the creature, grabbing sticks and stones as they went. Ferocious yells peppered the starry night, disturbed by the killing of the god-slayer.

When it was over, the villagers built a pyre and placed Tripture atop. What else to do with a dead god than place him near the sky? The god-slayer they mounted on a pole, and called him totem. Three nights later, the earth erupted - shivering and shaking. A chasm burst below the pyre and the great god Tripture was received from whence he came.

The story was lost throughout the ages, for the island nation was abandoned by reason of the trials and tribulations they had to bear. Yet for every canoe that paddled its way away, another was swallowed by the angry sea.

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Thunder

May 24th, 2006

tinsel silver flimsy wings

fluttering in the breeze

wafting to and fro she weeps

rocked by windy foam

till at last the tear-storm ends

and the sunshine shines again. 

 

 

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Ha Ha

May 24th, 2006

haha, you think you can outrun us?

the voices mocked inside.

we are a part of you, and you of us.

we can not leave,

nor can you depart.

pounding, pulsing, running

stumbling on the rocky road

reaching t’wards that bloody goal

determined to gain that prize.

when in reality that prize is null

and the race is in your mind.

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