Journal 2014/04/24

  Currently reading Grave Peril, by Jim Butcher, not so bad. I like the story and the mythos used. The way he describe how magic and other mythical thing work, side a bit with my own. Enough so that it has influence my headcannon. Example, the words when casting a spell aren't exactly important. But the words are only important in helping to focus the mind. It's what that word represents when using it. For me this is why one would want to be sure of the right words before speaking. In as such, each letter is significant when you "spell" a word, each word is significant when spell a sentence. This my foundation for supporting Neuro-Linguistic Programming as a form of magic. I still need more study in the science.

  As another grand distraction during my free time, Prison Architect has updated the financial elements. Grants have become actual challenges/achievements to me now. Unfortunately I can't seem to complete the Inmate Nutrition grant. My prison hold more than 200 prisoners now, and every time I attempt to serve one poor meal for the day I get riots. The blood bath that ensues just makes me load the old saved game before changed the meal regimen.

  Mother showed up at work. Mostly to drop off an old VA letter and to catch up. After all the moving around I guess they need to focus and find a plan. I wonder if she works the same way I do? Keep doing what you know and let your environment force you path (path of least resistance).

  In any case, the letter was regarding the VA health Care and the Affordable Care Act dated October 2013.

"Your are enrolled in the VA health care system, which means you have health care coverage that meets the standards under the health care law." US Department of Veterans Affairs

  Not telling me too much I hadn't already assumed. It is the VA after all, why wouldn't they enroll me into a government mandated program? But then again they could have had an addendum that I would have to certify my enrollment by showing up at a local site.

"Let me tell you how it will be.
Here's one for you, nineteen for me.
Should five percent appear too small,
Be thankful I don't take it all."
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Journal 2014/04/22

  I should stay more focused, but I don't get enough free time at home now that I have a boyfriend. I don't have the time for much personal leisure when I'm home, and I really shouldn't neglect work any more than I already have. I unfortunately have introduced solving Sudoku and at least one Crypto-Quote as part of my daily actives. Fortunately each only takes about 5 min of my time. Though that does leave me with a feeling that I could repeat the process with little impact on my work. If I could just push through and get it all done. The problem is, it just never ends and I fear I will never catch up.
  At the very least my Fallout Inspired radio through Pandora gives me a little kick to shrug off the tedium of data entry. And if I was granted my peace to walk to work I would be able to listen to the daily news more often. Nice to listen to the latest news from Nightvale.

  Most of the time I feel hampered in this relationship. I would like to read from my phone in bed, but Ben has professed how much he detest cell phones anywhere near the bed. I don't know how a clock radio is so much better, but I guess I can see how a phone is a UHF omni-direction emitter. But to what extent? A mile at most. You should be more worried about how much radiation is bombarding you during public transportation, or rush hour traffic for that matter. In any case I side with the health concern that there are too many emissions, of so many variations, that are unnatural in our current environment.

Sign reportedly in a restaurant window: Don't stand there and be hungry! Come in and get all fed up. MNQRSUVWXYZPOTABLECDFGHIJK

Journal 2014/04/21

  Connection went down a few days ago. So, we had to preform the dramatic server reset. This involves power cycling using the breaker. This method is only used because no one other than the boss has access to the server room. And that's only because it's in the back room accessible only through his office. Also a new insight on the office server. Apparently, it requires to be physical activated after such a power outage.

  My words are nowhere near as elegant as those my brain feeds from. But as I believe, we are an insanely complicated mesh of atoms, molecules, and chemicals that interact on each other collaborated in this entity. This agglomeration of mass flexes, bends, and breaks against it's environment. So many different chemicals used in an elaborate catalyst with and against itself, as well as it's surroundings. Emotions are results of chemicals reaction feed through a machine that has been modified, worn, and shaped from it's particular environment through years past. Why do two chemicals turn a certain color or do a certain thing when they are mixed? One must understand this fully, then exponentially so, when dealing with the make up of any large growing organism.

  Emotions drive us, they guide us on our course to destiny.

  Also this weekend I happened upon a new web-comic, Camp Weedonwantcha by Katie Rice There seems to be a running gag from the comment section referring to a hidden cat throughout each page. This was most likely developed by the parachuted drop box of feral cats. This particular part of the comic explained how the kids have managed to avoid starvation. Personally the random drop box presents the possibility of some sort of kid society experiment. Though the back story of one of the campers, as well the camp name (Wee/don/want/cha), indicates child abandonment.
  Overall the artwork reminds me of Flapjack and the storytelling is a bit dark and messed up, like old Nickelodeon cartoons. In any case like Flapjack, Chowder, and Adventure Time I simple suspend disbelief and enjoy the story being told.

"Blessings on our friends who leave quite quickly once they've started. Friends who stand in doorways aren't for us, the dear departed unluckily." QSTUVWXYZCHARGEBDFIJKLMNOP