Michael R. Barrick's blog

It's pointless. If I live for a hundred more years or die tomorrow the only difference will be the amount of misery I'll have to endure.

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Here I am, still refusing to use a debit card...

http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=17834

And to think, people rioted in Paris when they officially named and numbered the streets because it represented too much of an invasion of privacy.

I'm actually doing something interesting today. I'm having fun at work. Whoa.

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See the "New Romantics" sign in the Fleuvog window.

Go in and see brand new pointy shoes.

Love the pointy shoes.

Buy the pointy shoes.

Walk home in the pointy shoes - hey that didn't hurt much!

Consequently decide to walk to work in the pointy shoes.

Show up considerably later than usual and ask the receptionist where the bandages are.

But, damn it, they are pointy Fleuvogs!

Yay! New Shoes! Yay! Pointy 'Vogs!

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...to resize Trish's pictures so I can read my friends page without having to scroll sideways.

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I still can't decide if life sucks or if I am enjoying myself Yesterday as I was walking home I ran into nice Nicole again, as well as Lori and Graeme. Work today alternated between biting ass and being interesting. Ivana's dropped off the face of the earth, not a word from her for over a week - so I'm giving up on her.

Tearing things down, rejecting the past or trying to crawl back into it outright are no way to build anything new. What has happened has happened, you can't change it and you can't ignore it. You can't take something away without offering something better. These just aren't ways to capture people's imaginations en masse, not in any meaningful way. The only way to build something new and better is to found it solidly in what is past, then hide that foundation in brilliant new construction. It doesn't matter about the rest of the crap off to the sides.

A wave of sadness sneaks up and bites me in the ass...

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The one of the girls I work with told me the ickiest thing today.

We were talking about high school and ended up talking about dissecting things. She said that in India they don't use frogs anymore because they are becoming endangered... So they use rats.

OK, fine. No biggie. Lab rats. Nothing surprising.

Up to this point I am remembering the formaldehyded frogs we got in high-school, but then she says that she was so good and careful about her dissections that the rat's heart would still be beating when she finished. They used live rats!!!