revery's random thought of the day.

[reverie]

So anyway I woke up and remembered I had to go to Fort Meade... Why? Well I had to go to buy stuff for an upcoming school... One requirement requires that you bring everything with you that's on their list... I didn't have everything, so I figure what the heck, I'll drive the hour and half to Meade to get it... Note: my home base is only 20 mins away but alas, they don't have jack there. Well unless you count west nile and anthrax... but that another story... So anyway, I'm on my way to Fort Meade... Oh let me back up... First thing, I do after I remember I'm got to go somewhere is eat breakfast... Looking in the fridge, I relize that I have all this buffla-loaf... Buffla loaf? Well it's kinda like meatloaf only it's made out of bison... the wyoming variat... Anyway, I throw it in the oven for an hour while I shower, brush teeth and do other such things... Okay so when I'm done with the other such things, I realize that someone left the living room in utter chaos, and I myself still had a lot of other clutter everywhere else to attend too... Thus my obsessive compulsive demon takes over and starts to put away everything that in the way... and trust me, at this point, everything is in the WAY! Shoes, McDonald's monopoly game, landry, very very old mail, coupons, pizza box, chinese food menus... all of which belong to my room-mate... So anyway after depositing everything that I can't in good concious throw-away in front of his door at the end of the hall(he's still asleep of course) I make a mad dash to throw out all the boxes and trash bags before my buffla-loaf is done. Let's see 3 mins left on the timer and the dumbsters is a down three flights of stairs and 8th of mile away... I can make that, not really... So I return to my apartment, wash hands and proceed to scrap off the burnt stuff encasing my now somewhat smaller buffla-loaf loaf. Despite the slight charring it's still pretty good. Oh note: you should never over-cook bison... due to it lower fat content, it cooks way way faster than beef... So usually if in you over-cook it, it wiil taste like, like...well pretty much you might as well just throw it away... But this time it came out decent enough... beside I was hungry... Dang upcoming military school...have to go all healthy to make weight... Sooo, like I said, i'm eating loaf while channel suffering, or surfing rather... No wait it is like suffering? ya know that brings up a good point, all that channel surfing can really turn stressful...Think about it. When you watch TV your brain is operating on Beta-waves or is it alpha waves. Well it's a wave; the same kind you do when dreaming... but instead sleeping your zoning while watching TV... So your body get's all stress out because it like "hey what the heck, we should be asleep rebuilding your muscles and doing important stuff like building hair, not just lying here tensing up with each click of the channel...) So as I was saying, I was channel surfering in front of my other roomies TV( he went off to jersey for the weekend, so it's kewl) and I pass by the Sundance channel: I love the Sundance channel... and briefly pause my surfing to take in a very well done adaptation of Chekov's 'The Bear' a.k.a 'Speed for Thespians' done on a Bus. Pretty much I'm floored, so all thoughts of Fort Meade have left me by this point... So I clean up, do the dishes, contemplate doing landray but stop when I realize my still sleeping room-mate still has two loads in. Ya know, I absolutely hate it when someone does that. Ya know it's one thing to leave clothes in say the Washer, or even the Dryer... But to leave them in BOTH is just plain rude... See if you leave the clothes in the Washer: it's a simple fix, cause all you have to do is move the offending stuff over to the Dryer... Put in a dryer sheet(fabric softener) and all is right in the world. Likewise, if someone has left stuff in the Dryer all you have to do is put it in a landry bag or basket and deposit in front of his door at the end of the hall... if you even have to do that, because with the Dryer only occupied you are free to use the washer: If the washer engages usually one your/my whatever room-mates will hear it and decide: hey sean's washing stuff, maybe I should move my stuff out of the Dryer now, so he can use it when his stuff gets done washing" See Simple. However, when both the Dryer and the Washer are taking up your like: well hell, what am I supposed to do. Sure I could bag up his stuff and his move his other stuff over, thus leaving room for my stuff... But heck, you're just going to have to do it again once your stuff get done washing... Not too difficult huh? Well not really... See now instead of having one bag/basket of done landry at your room-mate's door, now you have two... Two loads which more than likely won't fit in the one basket you have... So the issue becomes that you now have two overflowing loads of landry stacked outside your roomies door...When he wake he find this along with all the clutter from the living room and decides: "hmm, I guess sean's gone into annoyed-passive-agressive mode again, well now, the only course of action is to go into annoyed-passive-agressive mode myself." This then starts an unholy room-mate war, where words get said, feelings get hurt, and before you know it your have to bring up why he was late on the rent again and where is that sixty bucks he's own ya from last month... And ultimately you end up having to call room-mate number three into the mix to break up...I mean...mediate the whole thing. So you see it's not worth all the fuss of moving the two loads... At this point Fort Meade is really really forgotten, so I go online to check my game, check the out the Pen *waves, and transfer some funds inorder to make sure all the bills get paid... Funny, i'm the youngest and lest experience in this sorta thing yet I handle all the bills... Actually that's probably a good thing. if you ever lived through getting your house reprossessed as a kid, you tend to be very money concious... So anyway, I start channel suffering again. And I pass by Baron Munchausen... the latest version done up by Terry Gilliam... Great guy, takes on way too much, but a visionary none-the-less... um, anyway, I realise that i've never seen the beginning of this movie... Sure I seen the middle and ending... about 10 times...funny how that works(suffering remember), but never the beginning... Well, I didn't get to the see the beginning this time either, well the very beginning anyway. I got in it about 10 mins into it... Good enough for me though... So i'm watching this thing, and the old Baron's being entertained by the kings of the turks( king? ...shouldn't it be an emperor or sultan... hmm, not sure, will research later....) So the king offers the Baron some wine, remarking on it's great quality; where as the Baron replies, "not bad." Well the king's kinda of put off by this and insists that it is far superior to anyother like it... The baron replys, "humbug." 'Humbug.' ...well the word seems to stir something in me, but I let it go and continue watching... About this time, I realize that I still have over an hour and half to drive to fort mead to get my list done along with some uniform alterations...so I go into mad dash 'basic training' mode, grab whatever I think I'm going to need and bolt for the door.

So i'm on my way and I realize... Hey, I don't have my packing list...or even remember how to get to fort meade... Realizing it would be too much of a kill-joy to turn around, I decide to held directly to fort detrick, my home base...go to my office, pick up my other copy of my list, and then use mapquest... plus I can check up on the shift workers(that's always fun...)

 

So 20 or so mins later I'm nearing fort detrick... and i start listening to the oldies station... Oldies circa vietnam errror(have to specify with the advent of popular radio over the last century, you can never be too sure who's oldiers station you are listening too now-a-days) I mean some people consider 80's music ancient... and come to think of it, it is... However, it doesn't lessen the shock of hearing it classified that way. Anyway, I start singing along to 'i'll be there' by the four tops...(shut up, you have your weaknesses, I have mine.) ...and I then it hits me again. See, I have almost the exact same voice a my other brother... He's gone now. Anyway, my voice is my own, so I never really notice it, except when I'm singing...(or trying to sing, trust me we can't...) So I hear his voice in mine and I start to get all choked up... So after some much needed venting at the world with a few generall !@#$!% and some GD @#%!@#%$ for good measure, I pull myself out of it as I arrive at my office...

 

Seeing the blue-station wagon in the NCO/Soldier of the year spot, perks me up a little... cause that mean's my protege is working today...we share the spot respectively... So I go in, get my list, print out my directions, and then check with my protege to see if anyone on the shift floor needs anything from Fort meade... Nope? okay... so I roll the one hour to fort mead... Note: I am very time concious at this point... but can't remember the details. So anyway, on the way down, I'm listening / auto-scanning through the radio... and something 19th century sounding starts playing on npr... This makes my mind wonder...and again my thoughts turn to Baron Munchausen. 'Humbug,' who says humbug? and without the dicken-esk prerequisite 'bah.' So I stop, well not literally, i'm still driving in the rain... did I mention it was raining... Well it was, absolutely miserable stuff... But anyway back to my point... The point really, for this is the only reason i'm really writing all this:

 

Have you ever stopped to consider the word 'humbug.' I mean really. What a strange word it is... So I think about it and decide well it must be kind of a dismissive type reply. Under closer inspection, I conclude that you are in fact calling someone a 'bug.' But not just any bug...a humming bug. Humming, not unlike buzzing... um, like unto a fly... so pretty much you calling the offender a buzzing bug, not worthy of being listened too... Now I haven't quite decided if you are also saying "shu fly shu" or are you merely stating that "sir, what you have just said is on par with the utterance of an insect, and thus I shall dismiss it." hmm, those two are actions are actually quite similar, now that I think about it. Maybe you are just personifying the statement as a bug not the speaker... and are telling the bug to begone.. Get thy behind me bug! Hmm, this occupied my mind so much that I just had to call my friend tony... haven't called in months... he replied, that "no, he had never thought to thinks so so deep on that word, but was glad to hear from me..." oh comparing notes we realized we be in the same city over -thanksgiving, so decided to make an event of it... Cool...finally get to meet jess's (his wife's) family, that i've heard sooooooo much about... but that's another story... And this one's about through... Sure, I could tell you about the confusion over finding the Clothing and Sales in Fort Meade... And more of the Rain, and The Traffic... Oh! Oui vey... the traffic with all the mess and wrecks... or how I finally managed to wake up my room-mate long enough to decide to go to a movie, which was later cancelled on the account of the traffic... or how I went nutz, and bought 6 cases of fake soda...but no cheese... yep, royal cola's diet rite... All the carbonation of soda and not much else... No sugar, No Caffiene, No Sodium...Powered by Splenda... the no calorie sweetener that you can bake with! I guess that would be good a good thing, if I baked, but I don't... so i will end this my tale... of the mightly word "humbug..."

 

later penites...

 

revery

the dreamlost

"there, but for the grace of god go I..."(i have no clue who said this...)

the dream continues...

Edited November 13, 2004 by reverie

[Peredhil]

Too cool...

 

You know, when I consider it, it saddens me that you and I (and Ozy and Wyvern) live so closely but haven't gotten together...

[Venefyxatu]

Wow

 

That reminded me of this exercise we once did in school where you had to write down what was crossing your mind for a few minutes.

 

It's a kind of writing that's still easier to read than a runon, but it's a close call

I don't know why, but I like reading things written like this... although too much wouldn't be good either

Edited November 13, 2004 by Venefyxatu

[Gryphon]

 

Loved it, this actually reminds me of a Weird Al Yankovic song that I love called Albuquerque.

 

A stream of consious or uncosious thought that tells a tale in an amusing way.

 

B E A Utiful

[Appy]

Thanks for using paragraphs afterall (didn't think there would be any since the first one's sooo long), allowed me to continue reading the next day. As this hints at, I stumbled ove this late and night and yes, continued reading the next day. You had me quite curious as to where this would lead in the end.

I liked how you gave a minute to minute account mingled with a stream of thoughts, leading to the conclusion.

 

It's a funny ol' world where a single word can bring something like this around

 

*raises her glass to the word 'humbug' and reverie* Here's to you and your wonderful work together!