On two things I do not like

By Sygma6 July 11th, 2009, under Random

There are really two kinds of people that I do not like in this world. I can deal with mean, spacey, weird, ugly, tall, foreign, and the like. The two types that I can not are clowns and dentists.

Sure, deep down inside they are alright people I guess. Maybe. The problem I have is their profession.

Clowns, for example, are hidden under baggy clothes and an excess of makeup. It makes one wonder if they are trying to hide something. The over exaggerated features, huge mouth, and lack of or too crazy hair is just weird. Creepy even. They almost bring out a fight-or-flight reflex in me.

Dentists, while working, seem to me to be sadists. The un-naturalness of sharp, pointy and pokey objects in my mouth and the varieties of torture they are used to inflict makes one uncomfortable to a very large degree. Mr. or Mrs. Dentist doesn’t seem to notice let alone mind the watering eyes, clenched fists, and other such signs of distress in the victim patient. The just continue along their not so merry way until they feel they are finished with you. Then, to make the situation worse, one usually has to give the Dentist or his assistants money for the opportunity to be tortured.

On changes

By Sygma6 June 8th, 2008, under Random, Technology

Changes, changes, changes!

Regular visitors to my site (Hi Mom!) may notice a new theme and a few new things floating about. You see, the reason behind this, well, change is that change is in the air. Summer has finally arrived, I have a new car, and I have decided that I need to actually get around to doing things that are useful to me personally as well as financially.

So, onward with change for the better. One of the changes is that I will actually post useful things on this here site and maybe someone, somewhere, over the rainbow will find the information I post useful. I’ve been told by my friend Krazy Keri that I should share the information that I have and another friend Paulina asserts that I should write a book or some other publication for the sole reason of financial gain. I figure posting in a blog is a nice compromise as long as I see something from my friends at Google.

So, here we go. More posts to come.

On sleeping at night. Not during the day.

By Sygma6 October 16th, 2007, under Random

I am a night person. I have been since I was sixteen. That means I have eleven years of reinforcing habits that say I like to sleep during the day and be awake when the sun is not in the sky.

I have not been so bad that I can not keep a job with normal people hours it is just that a third part of me is asleep during that time. That third part of me wakes up around six at night and likes to keep me awake, alert, and creative until all hours of the night.

On advice from an esteemed colleague I went out for a brisk stroll hoping that the expenditure of energy might convince my brain that sleeping, and soon, would be in our best interests.


While taking that stroll the most interesting things caught my attention. First was an early nineties civic wagon for $1,800. Except for a small dent it seemed in ok condition. It even was a stick shift. Next was a bar within stumbling distance of my house. That got me to thinking who I might take to said bar if I had the opportunity and what kind of drinks they might serve there. An adventure for another night I am sure. My walking took me to darker parts of town where the street lights were farther and farther apart or not even there to begin with. Slow moving large cars started me thinking about gang activity and the possibility of violence.

The imagined bar going partner was then transformed in to a tipsy lady ready for the evening out to end but only after a short walk back to my abode. The surroundings got my imagination going; wondering “What ifs” and “What thens”. A few scenarios played out in my mind as I walked. The first borrowed the dark figure on the corner a few blocks up the street who, luckily for me, passed to the other side of the street as I came closer. The dark figure accosted me and my date as we walked back from the bar demanding money and swearing profusely. My date exclaimed, “What the fuck?” as I stepped in between her and the would be assailant while pushing her back a few steps. Upon my loud denial to do anything of the sort because I spent all my money at the bar a shiny metal weapon was pointed in my direction. In the ensuing grappling to disarm the thug the gun goes off and my date is grazed on the arm. The hooligan flees while I assess the wound and comment on how much of a pussy it takes to shoot the girl and not the guy.

Just imagining this gets my heart going. Even remembering it now as I write I can feel my pulse quicken and my heart pound in my chest.

With still a ways to walk home I imagine darker scenarios but with the same players.

This time I am the one who is shot. Left shoulder. Just below the collar bone. Enraged to the point of irresistible urges the gun spins away in to the dark and clatters to a stop in the street. Despite the shadow created by the muggers hoodie my right hand finds his neck and uses it as a handle to slam the man to the ground. Supine, the man is held down by my right foot on his neck. As the blue shirt I am wearing changes to red I stare in to the very wide and white eyes of the would be mugger and tell him in a conversational tone, “You’ve got two choices. You can either go to prison a cripple or die here in the street.

That is as far as I get with that one as I started feeling very hyped up and I realize that my imagination is getting the better of me. A fight or flight response was not what I wanted to get from this late night constitutional.

I guess I will try reading a book.