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          <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEirApRSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jgsZ97Zo1h8/s1600-h/Tess%20Obit%5B6%5D.jpg">
            <img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Tess Obit" border="0" alt="Tess Obit" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEjMwr93I/AAAAAAAAAO8/rKHwEuKejeg/Tess%20Obit_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="244" />
          </a> I’ve
been struggling the past couple of weeks. On Tuesday, March 30th, my grandmother Margaret
Tess Brown / Markham / Fullerton passed away. We called her “Memaw”.
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        <p>
Memaw was a unique figure in my life. She may very well have been the nicest person
I’ve ever known. She was genuinly joyful all the time. Whether she realized it or
not, I think her example gives us alot to go on.
</p>
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            <img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Bruce turns 10" border="0" alt="Bruce turns 10" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEkA4j-GI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Y3ax6KcCaAg/Bruce%20turns%2010_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="172" height="244" />
          </a> To
be honest, Memaw was probably so pleasant mainly for two reasons. She never held a
grudge against anyone for anything, and she had selective hearing. Whether you were
telling her for the third time that she didn’t need to re-wash and re-fold your clean
laundry while she’s visiting, or that you burnt a house down, she would just faintly
smile, nod, and keep going. She made a conscious effort every day of her life to focus
on the positive, and to show compassion to all those around her. 
</p>
        <p>
Memaw only thought of other people.
</p>
        <p>
          <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEktwqKsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/g94cJa9i7KM/s1600-h/085%5B3%5D.jpg">
            <img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="085" border="0" alt="085" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EElHtLj_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/VdTDhkqTQv0/085_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="165" />
          </a> One
thing that stood out about Memaw was that she would reliably send cards on every major
holiday. Up until she started getting particularly sick, there were plenty of times
that I had forgotton St. Patrick’s Day or Halloween were coming up, until I received
a card from Memaw in the mail. I’m sure any of her other grandchildren could probably
say the same thing.
</p>
        <p>
          <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EElqsDgsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FKs9oaXcZd4/s1600-h/Tess%20and%20Bruce%20012%5B4%5D.jpg">
            <img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Tess and Bruce 012" border="0" alt="Tess and Bruce 012" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEmXT0-AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OiPmEX0Mcn4/Tess%20and%20Bruce%20012_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" />
          </a> Another
thing that stood out about Memaw, at least when I talked to her, was her penchant
to ask about people she knew I cared about, despite the fact that she had only met
them once or twice, just so she could know how they were doing. Sometimes she would
ask how my half-sister Megan was doing (though she had only met Megan a couple of
times and it had literally been 12 or 15 years since she had), or Memaw would ask
me if I still talked to some random high school friend of mine she had met at one
of my birthday parties years prior. And sometimes she would call me out of the blue,
just to say ‘hi’, and ask me how my job was going.
</p>
        <p>
Memaw was mindful of all of us.
</p>
        <p>
          <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEm1y1yZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/OAWJ1H0vklg/s1600-h/SCAN0217%5B3%5D.jpg">
            <img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="SCAN0217" border="0" alt="SCAN0217" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEnEpDEzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/pOnT3Ezzvpw/SCAN0217_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="222" height="244" />
          </a> For
the last week and a half since Memaw’s passing, I knew I needed to come up with something
to say here this afternoon. And sadly, I had trouble narrowing down one or two specific
memory to exemplify my relationship with her. Most of the time I’ve spent with her
was during my earlier childhood – when she lived up here, later when she didn’t, when
she visited often – but it was still my early childhood. And honestly, who remembers
much about their early childhood? But as I sat down to write, having thoroughly procrastinated,
two memories came to mind.
</p>
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          <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEnn6LkWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EQNf485-u9k/s1600-h/Tess%20and%20Daniel%5B3%5D.jpg">
            <img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Tess and Daniel" border="0" alt="Tess and Daniel" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEoBYSxOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_w-pBThSflA/Tess%20and%20Daniel_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="177" />
          </a> The
first, is from my mid-teens, when she was in town one winter to be helpful around
the house when Melissa was on bed rest. I had managed to talk Memaw into pouring some
coffee for me to take with me to the bus stop. And I kid you not, when I got up to
that bus stop and took a sip, that coffee tasted soapy. It’s not something you miss.
Annnnd I was bold enough to tell Memaw about it later. Naturally I wasn’t sure she
believed me, but I let it slide. I mean, c’mon, I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
But she drew entertainment from the notion, and for the last 8 years, every time coffee
has been mentioned when her and I were both around, she made sure to chortle that
it had better not be soapy. She thought it was hilarious. And I guess it was.
</p>
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          <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEobok62I/AAAAAAAAAPo/q4bcgKa_Rlw/s1600-h/SCAN0222%5B3%5D.jpg">
            <img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="SCAN0222" border="0" alt="SCAN0222" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEo6d40cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PwYj6Z3elbg/SCAN0222_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" />
          </a> My
other memory, one more distant, is from when I was a wee lad. It was on a particular
night that Memaw was babysitting me, and some sort of program, I think that involved
music, was on TV. I can’t tell you what it was, maybe it was a Sonny and Cher re-run,
I honestly don’t know, but I remember one of the people on the TV saying something
to the effect of “just you and me, babe”. And I turned around and said it to Memaw
“just you and me, babe”. And Memaw repeated it back to me for years, with a warmness
that was unique to her.
</p>
        <p>
My only regret is that we didn’t get her any great-grandchildren before she passed.
But I’d say she got good mileage out of the family she had.
</p>
        <p>
We love you Memaw, and we’ll keep you with us always.
</p>
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      <title>You And Me, Babe</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEirApRSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jgsZ97Zo1h8/s1600-h/Tess%20Obit%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Tess Obit" border="0" alt="Tess Obit" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEjMwr93I/AAAAAAAAAO8/rKHwEuKejeg/Tess%20Obit_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’ve
been struggling the past couple of weeks. On Tuesday, March 30th, my grandmother Margaret
Tess Brown / Markham / Fullerton passed away. We called her “Memaw”.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Memaw was a unique figure in my life. She may very well have been the nicest person
I’ve ever known. She was genuinly joyful all the time. Whether she realized it or
not, I think her example gives us alot to go on.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEjjqmz-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/lT67R91NSIk/s1600-h/Bruce%20turns%2010%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Bruce turns 10" border="0" alt="Bruce turns 10" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEkA4j-GI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Y3ax6KcCaAg/Bruce%20turns%2010_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="172" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To
be honest, Memaw was probably so pleasant mainly for two reasons. She never held a
grudge against anyone for anything, and she had selective hearing. Whether you were
telling her for the third time that she didn’t need to re-wash and re-fold your clean
laundry while she’s visiting, or that you burnt a house down, she would just faintly
smile, nod, and keep going. She made a conscious effort every day of her life to focus
on the positive, and to show compassion to all those around her. 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Memaw only thought of other people.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEktwqKsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/g94cJa9i7KM/s1600-h/085%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="085" border="0" alt="085" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EElHtLj_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/VdTDhkqTQv0/085_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One
thing that stood out about Memaw was that she would reliably send cards on every major
holiday. Up until she started getting particularly sick, there were plenty of times
that I had forgotton St. Patrick’s Day or Halloween were coming up, until I received
a card from Memaw in the mail. I’m sure any of her other grandchildren could probably
say the same thing.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EElqsDgsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FKs9oaXcZd4/s1600-h/Tess%20and%20Bruce%20012%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Tess and Bruce 012" border="0" alt="Tess and Bruce 012" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEmXT0-AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OiPmEX0Mcn4/Tess%20and%20Bruce%20012_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another
thing that stood out about Memaw, at least when I talked to her, was her penchant
to ask about people she knew I cared about, despite the fact that she had only met
them once or twice, just so she could know how they were doing. Sometimes she would
ask how my half-sister Megan was doing (though she had only met Megan a couple of
times and it had literally been 12 or 15 years since she had), or Memaw would ask
me if I still talked to some random high school friend of mine she had met at one
of my birthday parties years prior. And sometimes she would call me out of the blue,
just to say ‘hi’, and ask me how my job was going.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Memaw was mindful of all of us.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEm1y1yZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/OAWJ1H0vklg/s1600-h/SCAN0217%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="SCAN0217" border="0" alt="SCAN0217" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEnEpDEzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/pOnT3Ezzvpw/SCAN0217_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="222" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For
the last week and a half since Memaw’s passing, I knew I needed to come up with something
to say here this afternoon. And sadly, I had trouble narrowing down one or two specific
memory to exemplify my relationship with her. Most of the time I’ve spent with her
was during my earlier childhood – when she lived up here, later when she didn’t, when
she visited often – but it was still my early childhood. And honestly, who remembers
much about their early childhood? But as I sat down to write, having thoroughly procrastinated,
two memories came to mind.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEnn6LkWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EQNf485-u9k/s1600-h/Tess%20and%20Daniel%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Tess and Daniel" border="0" alt="Tess and Daniel" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEoBYSxOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_w-pBThSflA/Tess%20and%20Daniel_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The
first, is from my mid-teens, when she was in town one winter to be helpful around
the house when Melissa was on bed rest. I had managed to talk Memaw into pouring some
coffee for me to take with me to the bus stop. And I kid you not, when I got up to
that bus stop and took a sip, that coffee tasted soapy. It’s not something you miss.
Annnnd I was bold enough to tell Memaw about it later. Naturally I wasn’t sure she
believed me, but I let it slide. I mean, c’mon, I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
But she drew entertainment from the notion, and for the last 8 years, every time coffee
has been mentioned when her and I were both around, she made sure to chortle that
it had better not be soapy. She thought it was hilarious. And I guess it was.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEobok62I/AAAAAAAAAPo/q4bcgKa_Rlw/s1600-h/SCAN0222%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="SCAN0222" border="0" alt="SCAN0222" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bSl86KFxodY/S8EEo6d40cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PwYj6Z3elbg/SCAN0222_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My
other memory, one more distant, is from when I was a wee lad. It was on a particular
night that Memaw was babysitting me, and some sort of program, I think that involved
music, was on TV. I can’t tell you what it was, maybe it was a Sonny and Cher re-run,
I honestly don’t know, but I remember one of the people on the TV saying something
to the effect of “just you and me, babe”. And I turned around and said it to Memaw
“just you and me, babe”. And Memaw repeated it back to me for years, with a warmness
that was unique to her.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
My only regret is that we didn’t get her any great-grandchildren before she passed.
But I’d say she got good mileage out of the family she had.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
We love you Memaw, and we’ll keep you with us always.
&lt;/p&gt;
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Well, the end of April is here, and surprise – I haven't blogged since Christmas!
(And I was late <a href="http://illuminus86.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-happy-new-year.html">on
that one</a>, too.) It's been an interesting four months.<br /></p>
          <p>
As I mentioned in my last blog article, I got a new job at the beginning of the year,
working for a local startup company called Interactive Achievement. Our product is
web-based SOL benchmarking software. That is, we do online testing (and reporting)
for the public school system. We have a number of clients, and that list is growing
constantly.<br /></p>
          <p>
A few weeks after my last blog entry, I managed to reach the point where I had saved
enough money to purchase car insurance (a pre-requisite to getting my license back).
It was expensive. And then I had the pay the DMV a ton of money to get my license
back, too. And I didn't even have a car yet!<br /></p>
          <p>
So over the next couple of months, I saved up my paychecks, working at both Interactive
Achievement and WSLS. And, in the middle of March, I was starting to get frustrated.
I had about $1500 in the bank, with another paycheck around the corner. I remember
my first car, a '87 Plymouth Reliant, was 17 years old when I got it, and was only
$800. But when I was car shopping in March, I quickly picked up on the fact that the
only things under $2500 were the gas guzzlers people were trying to get rid of. The
closest I could find was $3500 vehicles and up.<br /></p>
          <p>
And I got lucky! Ryan's friend Aaron, who plays D&amp;D with us, was selling his old
'94 Oldsmobile Regency. I got lucky that I was one of the first people to hear about
it from him, and all he wanted was $750. (A steal!!) It has some quirks – passenger
side door lock and [power] window don't want to work all the time, but they are manageable.
And the car has a lot of perks! Power *everything*. Power seats, power lumbar support,
power gas tank cover, power trunk release – even controls for the AC and the radio
on the steering wheel! And this is a 14-year-old car!<br /></p>
          <p>
And since I spent so little money on all that, I went ahead and upgraded my computer.
I went from 1gb RAM on a 1.4ghz machine, with 500gb hard drive space – to a 64-bit
Quad Core AMD Phenom processor at 2.4ghz – with 8gb of RAM and a new 1tb hard drive
to boot! Combined with a new Radeon HD 8700 gpu and the 21" LCD widescreen monitor
that Ryan got me for Christmas – and my computer is smokin'! (Running 64-bit Windows
Vista Ultimate, with HD animated wallpapers – and I get to turn games like Eve Online
and Unreal Tournament 3 all the way up and not experience any lag.) If you were keeping
track of the numbers I mentioned in my car hunt, you'll realize I used some extra
money somewhere – voila, 2007 Tax Returns. I filed them early, electronically, and
got my money in soon. (I also mailed in my 2005 and 2006 taxes, which are obviously
way past due, but I might see some money from them eventually.)<br /></p>
          <p>
Meanwhile, Ryan and I briefly looked at moving into a for-rent townhouse. And with
only a couple days of searching we narrowed down to 1 candidate, and began the applications
process. We've since been approved, and our move-in date is the beginning of June.
(Which is me and Ryan's two-year anniversary together.)<br /></p>
          <p>
And, in all the excitement, at the same time, I have been dealing with knowing I need
to quit WSLS. I was literally going crazy. Four months, with no time off, is a lot.
And I've done longer and more, before – but it is no excuse. So I put in two week's
notice at WSLS, two weeks ago. It's sad leaving a job – especially on good terms,
as it is not something I am used to. Working in the limelight has been a lot of fun.
And there is no place I would have rather has been during events like April 16<sup>th</sup> at
VT.<br /></p>
          <p>
But I guess I am blogging all this because one of my newest friends, Crystal, who
I've worked at WSLS with for almost 2 years, is moving away. She has made a mutually
beneficial arrangement with her mother in northern Virginia – and she will finish
moving on Sunday, which is only 4 days away. I've gone out to bars with her, and gone
to The Park with her. I've farted in her edit bay, loaned her cigarettes, and together
laughed at the expense of many-a-subject in the news room at WSLS.<br /></p>
          <p>
I've been making big steps, since I started working at WSLS. And whilst I owe the
success to a little hard work, and my boyfriend Ryan's connections – I have been proud
to have Crystal as a good friend. She is making big steps too! And I wish her the
best of luck.<br /></p>
          <p>
Go get'em, C Munkey!<br /></p>
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&lt;p&gt;
Well, the end of April is here, and surprise – I haven't blogged since Christmas!
(And I was late &lt;a href='http://illuminus86.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-happy-new-year.html'&gt;on
that one&lt;/a&gt;, too.) It's been an interesting four months.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
As I mentioned in my last blog article, I got a new job at the beginning of the year,
working for a local startup company called Interactive Achievement. Our product is
web-based SOL benchmarking software. That is, we do online testing (and reporting)
for the public school system. We have a number of clients, and that list is growing
constantly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
A few weeks after my last blog entry, I managed to reach the point where I had saved
enough money to purchase car insurance (a pre-requisite to getting my license back).
It was expensive. And then I had the pay the DMV a ton of money to get my license
back, too. And I didn't even have a car yet!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
So over the next couple of months, I saved up my paychecks, working at both Interactive
Achievement and WSLS. And, in the middle of March, I was starting to get frustrated.
I had about $1500 in the bank, with another paycheck around the corner. I remember
my first car, a '87 Plymouth Reliant, was 17 years old when I got it, and was only
$800. But when I was car shopping in March, I quickly picked up on the fact that the
only things under $2500 were the gas guzzlers people were trying to get rid of. The
closest I could find was $3500 vehicles and up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
And I got lucky! Ryan's friend Aaron, who plays D&amp;amp;D with us, was selling his old
'94 Oldsmobile Regency. I got lucky that I was one of the first people to hear about
it from him, and all he wanted was $750. (A steal!!) It has some quirks – passenger
side door lock and [power] window don't want to work all the time, but they are manageable.
And the car has a lot of perks! Power *everything*. Power seats, power lumbar support,
power gas tank cover, power trunk release – even controls for the AC and the radio
on the steering wheel! And this is a 14-year-old car!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
And since I spent so little money on all that, I went ahead and upgraded my computer.
I went from 1gb RAM on a 1.4ghz machine, with 500gb hard drive space – to a 64-bit
Quad Core AMD Phenom processor at 2.4ghz – with 8gb of RAM and a new 1tb hard drive
to boot! Combined with a new Radeon HD 8700 gpu and the 21" LCD widescreen monitor
that Ryan got me for Christmas – and my computer is smokin'! (Running 64-bit Windows
Vista Ultimate, with HD animated wallpapers – and I get to turn games like Eve Online
and Unreal Tournament 3 all the way up and not experience any lag.) If you were keeping
track of the numbers I mentioned in my car hunt, you'll realize I used some extra
money somewhere – voila, 2007 Tax Returns. I filed them early, electronically, and
got my money in soon. (I also mailed in my 2005 and 2006 taxes, which are obviously
way past due, but I might see some money from them eventually.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Meanwhile, Ryan and I briefly looked at moving into a for-rent townhouse. And with
only a couple days of searching we narrowed down to 1 candidate, and began the applications
process. We've since been approved, and our move-in date is the beginning of June.
(Which is me and Ryan's two-year anniversary together.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
And, in all the excitement, at the same time, I have been dealing with knowing I need
to quit WSLS. I was literally going crazy. Four months, with no time off, is a lot.
And I've done longer and more, before – but it is no excuse. So I put in two week's
notice at WSLS, two weeks ago. It's sad leaving a job – especially on good terms,
as it is not something I am used to. Working in the limelight has been a lot of fun.
And there is no place I would have rather has been during events like April 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; at
VT.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
But I guess I am blogging all this because one of my newest friends, Crystal, who
I've worked at WSLS with for almost 2 years, is moving away. She has made a mutually
beneficial arrangement with her mother in northern Virginia – and she will finish
moving on Sunday, which is only 4 days away. I've gone out to bars with her, and gone
to The Park with her. I've farted in her edit bay, loaned her cigarettes, and together
laughed at the expense of many-a-subject in the news room at WSLS.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
I've been making big steps, since I started working at WSLS. And whilst I owe the
success to a little hard work, and my boyfriend Ryan's connections – I have been proud
to have Crystal as a good friend. She is making big steps too! And I wish her the
best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Go get'em, C Munkey!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">So I have to post it, while its still fresh
enough in my mind.<br /><br />
The last time I was angry enough at a friend to blog about it, was the post 4 months
ago <a href="http://illuminus86.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-friends-and-foes.html">Of
Friends And Foes</a>, describing how miserable I was after hanging out with my friend
Leslie for the first time in a year and a half (and retrospecting on further distant
incidents). Well, it isn't news, but yes, she's still depressed and her life still
has some overwhelmingly negative qualities, at least in the self-esteem department.<br /><br />
She got a job, funny enough. She became a full-time nanny. She got a car, (from her
parents, I believe.) And she and her boyfriend moved in together, into a rented double-wide,
on its own plot of land, for a lump sum of $3300/month. No, thats not a typo.<br /><br />
During this period, I'll say 2 months ago, we hung out again. She was baby-sitting
her siblings (here in Roanoke) for a week or two while their parents were on a cruise
in Greece. Over the course of a couple days, we did a couple lunches, and just general
hanging-out type things. She didn't abuse my hospitality, and least I didn't think
so.<br /><br />
But then a week and a half ago, it all went back to "normal". I was making plans for
my good friend Ben to visit. Best friend of mine, in the whole world, and he hadn't
seen me in 9 months (I turned 21 six months ago, just so you understand). So I was
very excited about all this. And I get a call from Leslie. Guess what? Not only did
she break up with her apparently verbally-abusive boyfriend, she also quit her job
as a nanny, moved in with her parents up here in Roanoke (yes, if you've read my previous
blogs, or you know her, this should shock you - they think she is the scum of the
earth), and she left her car in Evington at her now-ex's place because she got out
of there in a hurry and hasn't been "brave enough" to fetch it yet.<br /><br />
Yes, I know, WTF. I have another female friend, who I shan't name, that Leslie reminds
me of. <span style="font-weight:bold;">If the people you keep dating turn out to be
psycho,</span> (or if a person you are friends-with-benefits with keeps dating psychos), <span style="font-weight:bold;">then
there is something wrong with you!</span> Yes, that means <span style="font-weight:bold;">you</span> are
a psycho!<br /><br />
Okay, so putting all this aside, why am I so angry? Read on.<br /><br />
Because Leslie has a job up here now. At Ruby Tuesday's on Electric Road. Due to its
proximity, Ryan and I (used to) eat there fairly regularly. And Ben's coming into
town. So to be nice to Leslie, and to spice things up, I thought we would have dinner
there during one of Leslie's shifts so we could say hi.<br /><br />
She eventually notices us, because she was busy. She passes by a few times and makes
mini-conversation, and I feel satisfied that we have succeeded in brightening her
day. And then, when we are in the middle of our food, she walks up and sits down with
us. Without asking. Using her jacket to cover her uniform. Holding her purse. <span style="font-style:italic;">Apparently</span>,
she got off early. (Boy, do I now feel stupid for thinking that coming 3 hours before
her scheduled off-time was a good idea.) Okay, so what, a friend joins us for dinner,
right?<br /><br />
Well then, in one breath, she declares herself hungry, but without money. (See where
this is going?) So I offer to buy her dinner, during which she declares she doesn't
want to go home yet. (Its 9:30, her apparent curfew is 11:30, and she doesn't have
transportation.) But she can't drink, because she's living with her parents and has
to keep her "act together". But me and Ben were going to go drinking.<br /><br />
Like, we were literally planning for Ryan to drop the two of us at a bar, and then
to catch a cab home later. But now, we've got a straggler. When we were in the car,
trying to decide what to do, (should I get cash from an ATM to pay for two seperate
cab cars?) (Ryan wants to go home, but Leslie needs a ride...) (I don't think Ben
wants to hang out with Leslie tonight either...) And so we are trying to vocalize
our predicament as politely as possible, at least I am, since I am the unknowing orchestrator
of the mess. Ryan's trying to drive, but doesn't know where we are going. Ben can't
comment, because like me, he was probably holding back negativity. So I ask Leslie,
"Okay, where are we going? Home? Bar? What?" And she stares at me. She didn't say
anything. She could not commit to either willingly hanging out with us, or willingly
going home.<br /><br />
In fact, her next conversation with the group was *after* we got to a bar, (go B-dubs!),
and *after* she got off the phone with her dad, (because it was 10PM, and she "had
better" be home by 11:30PM).<br /><br />
And of course, she ordered a couple virgin drinks that she also, could not pay for.
Never mind that the only reason my beloved boyfriend is there, (because yes, he stayed),
was because he didn't know if we could handle getting Leslie home. (Ryan hates bars.
He hates smoke, and he hates watching people get drunk.)<br /><br />
So eventually Ryan takes Leslie home, whilst Ben and I stay, get drunk, have girl
talk, and be glad that Leslie is gone. And we eventually took a cab home, and enjoyed
the rest of our 36-hour period of "hanging out" together. (IHOP, movies, nothing but
awesomeness...)<br /><br />
Ryan later referred to Leslie as "Debbie Downer". (I know, alliteration is cute, isn't
it?) Debbie Downer is miserable. She makes no major effort for self-improvement, but
insists on overtly dwelling on her problems to the point that it kills any and all
buzz that anyone around her might have.<br /><br />
She has a deleterious effect on the very fabric of happiness within your soul.<br /><br />
And she's a mooch. And I don't know what I'll do the next time she wants to "do something",
because I have a hard time bringing myself to be mean to people I feel sorry for...
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      <description>So I have to post it, while its still fresh enough in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The last time I was angry enough at a friend to blog about it, was the post 4 months
ago &lt;a href="http://illuminus86.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-friends-and-foes.html"&gt;Of
Friends And Foes&lt;/a&gt;, describing how miserable I was after hanging out with my friend
Leslie for the first time in a year and a half (and retrospecting on further distant
incidents). Well, it isn't news, but yes, she's still depressed and her life still
has some overwhelmingly negative qualities, at least in the self-esteem department.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She got a job, funny enough. She became a full-time nanny. She got a car, (from her
parents, I believe.) And she and her boyfriend moved in together, into a rented double-wide,
on its own plot of land, for a lump sum of $3300/month. No, thats not a typo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this period, I'll say 2 months ago, we hung out again. She was baby-sitting
her siblings (here in Roanoke) for a week or two while their parents were on a cruise
in Greece. Over the course of a couple days, we did a couple lunches, and just general
hanging-out type things. She didn't abuse my hospitality, and least I didn't think
so.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then a week and a half ago, it all went back to "normal". I was making plans for
my good friend Ben to visit. Best friend of mine, in the whole world, and he hadn't
seen me in 9 months (I turned 21 six months ago, just so you understand). So I was
very excited about all this. And I get a call from Leslie. Guess what? Not only did
she break up with her apparently verbally-abusive boyfriend, she also quit her job
as a nanny, moved in with her parents up here in Roanoke (yes, if you've read my previous
blogs, or you know her, this should shock you - they think she is the scum of the
earth), and she left her car in Evington at her now-ex's place because she got out
of there in a hurry and hasn't been "brave enough" to fetch it yet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, I know, WTF. I have another female friend, who I shan't name, that Leslie reminds
me of. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If the people you keep dating turn out to be
psycho,&lt;/span&gt; (or if a person you are friends-with-benefits with keeps dating psychos), &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;then
there is something wrong with you!&lt;/span&gt; Yes, that means &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are
a psycho!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Okay, so putting all this aside, why am I so angry? Read on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because Leslie has a job up here now. At Ruby Tuesday's on Electric Road. Due to its
proximity, Ryan and I (used to) eat there fairly regularly. And Ben's coming into
town. So to be nice to Leslie, and to spice things up, I thought we would have dinner
there during one of Leslie's shifts so we could say hi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She eventually notices us, because she was busy. She passes by a few times and makes
mini-conversation, and I feel satisfied that we have succeeded in brightening her
day. And then, when we are in the middle of our food, she walks up and sits down with
us. Without asking. Using her jacket to cover her uniform. Holding her purse. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt;,
she got off early. (Boy, do I now feel stupid for thinking that coming 3 hours before
her scheduled off-time was a good idea.) Okay, so what, a friend joins us for dinner,
right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well then, in one breath, she declares herself hungry, but without money. (See where
this is going?) So I offer to buy her dinner, during which she declares she doesn't
want to go home yet. (Its 9:30, her apparent curfew is 11:30, and she doesn't have
transportation.) But she can't drink, because she's living with her parents and has
to keep her "act together". But me and Ben were going to go drinking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like, we were literally planning for Ryan to drop the two of us at a bar, and then
to catch a cab home later. But now, we've got a straggler. When we were in the car,
trying to decide what to do, (should I get cash from an ATM to pay for two seperate
cab cars?) (Ryan wants to go home, but Leslie needs a ride...) (I don't think Ben
wants to hang out with Leslie tonight either...) And so we are trying to vocalize
our predicament as politely as possible, at least I am, since I am the unknowing orchestrator
of the mess. Ryan's trying to drive, but doesn't know where we are going. Ben can't
comment, because like me, he was probably holding back negativity. So I ask Leslie,
"Okay, where are we going? Home? Bar? What?" And she stares at me. She didn't say
anything. She could not commit to either willingly hanging out with us, or willingly
going home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In fact, her next conversation with the group was *after* we got to a bar, (go B-dubs!),
and *after* she got off the phone with her dad, (because it was 10PM, and she "had
better" be home by 11:30PM).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And of course, she ordered a couple virgin drinks that she also, could not pay for.
Never mind that the only reason my beloved boyfriend is there, (because yes, he stayed),
was because he didn't know if we could handle getting Leslie home. (Ryan hates bars.
He hates smoke, and he hates watching people get drunk.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So eventually Ryan takes Leslie home, whilst Ben and I stay, get drunk, have girl
talk, and be glad that Leslie is gone. And we eventually took a cab home, and enjoyed
the rest of our 36-hour period of "hanging out" together. (IHOP, movies, nothing but
awesomeness...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ryan later referred to Leslie as "Debbie Downer". (I know, alliteration is cute, isn't
it?) Debbie Downer is miserable. She makes no major effort for self-improvement, but
insists on overtly dwelling on her problems to the point that it kills any and all
buzz that anyone around her might have.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She has a deleterious effect on the very fabric of happiness within your soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And she's a mooch. And I don't know what I'll do the next time she wants to "do something",
because I have a hard time bringing myself to be mean to people I feel sorry for...
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">I haven't blogged for a while, so I thought
I would. I turn 21 in 9 days. So it has had me thinking, what does it mean? Legally,
being 18 makes you an adult - heck you can die for your country, you can even start
getting lung cancer. (But hey, its fun!) But seriously - at 21, now you can legally
get drunk. (Except in public, or behind the wheel of a car.) But are you really an
adult at 21?<br /><br />
I mean, surely, 9 days from now, I'm not going to be more grownup than I am now, or
even a couple months ago. What makes the difference?<br /><br />
I guess it is the slow progression of memories and experience. It has already been
3 years since I graduated from highschool. I am currently on my 6th job since high
school (which I've had for about 9 months). I'm making $7 an hour more than I was
3 years ago. But that doesn't amount to very much. I don't exactly have a career.
$10/hr is not going to last forever. But part of having been through 5 other jobs
makes me a better person, one would think. I've taught myself the patience to deal
with annoying supervisors, and I'm still learning other skills, like prioritizing
cigarette breaks.<br /><br />
I feel like I've come a long way. And then I look at people my age I know, that are
entering their senior year of college. In a way, I feel a little inferior. I had only
1 semester of community college. When I was college-entering age, I didn't have the
means to go to college, and I hadn't been motivated enough in high school to make
anything great of myself. But then I remember my journey. I lived on my own for almost
a year and a half. I lived with my mother for a year. And now I've been living with
my wonderful boyfriend Ryan for the last 8 months.<br /><br />
I buy groceries, I pay bills. I water plants, and feed pets. I wash dishes, I do laundry.
I socialize with my family on *my* time, and I enjoy it.<br /><br />
And I am occasionally nostalgic about past adventures. Climbing around in tunnels
under a Wal-Mart parking lot with Jason and Ben, chugging Jaeger bombs while watching
movies with Jason and Leslie, trading brags about software development pursuits with
Ben's brother Billy, going to a Lynchburg Area Gamers LAN party and staying up for
48 hours, partying at Holly's house and picking on David's homophobia by making sexual
comments at him, having that free employee meal off of the buffet at KFC, having a
ProxCard with my picture on it at Nationwide, chasing the cats I had around my old
apartment, having $6 to your name so you hit the McDonald's drive through and then
spend the rest of your night at the dollar theater.<br /><br />
So many memories. And still, so much time to make more. I'm not any less boisterous
or any more of an "adult" than I was 3 years ago. But I am less stressed, more secure,
and more directed. I do what I can when I can, but it would take alot for anything
to really get me off track. I have stability that I never thought I would, not even
a year ago, when I met Ryan.<br /><br />
I owe alot to Ryan. And I love him dearly. And sometimes we argue, but most of the
time, I just look it him, and smile, and realize how lucky I am. He may be 4 years
older, and a bit less boisterous than I am, but we compromise. And I most definitely
want to be with him as long as possible. And if this kind of transition doesn't make
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      <title>Growing Up</title>
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      <description>I haven't blogged for a while, so I thought I would. I turn 21 in 9 days. So it has had me thinking, what does it mean? Legally, being 18 makes you an adult - heck you can die for your country, you can even start getting lung cancer. (But hey, its fun!) But seriously - at 21, now you can legally get drunk. (Except in public, or behind the wheel of a car.) But are you really an adult at 21?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I mean, surely, 9 days from now, I'm not going to be more grownup than I am now, or
even a couple months ago. What makes the difference?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess it is the slow progression of memories and experience. It has already been
3 years since I graduated from highschool. I am currently on my 6th job since high
school (which I've had for about 9 months). I'm making $7 an hour more than I was
3 years ago. But that doesn't amount to very much. I don't exactly have a career.
$10/hr is not going to last forever. But part of having been through 5 other jobs
makes me a better person, one would think. I've taught myself the patience to deal
with annoying supervisors, and I'm still learning other skills, like prioritizing
cigarette breaks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like I've come a long way. And then I look at people my age I know, that are
entering their senior year of college. In a way, I feel a little inferior. I had only
1 semester of community college. When I was college-entering age, I didn't have the
means to go to college, and I hadn't been motivated enough in high school to make
anything great of myself. But then I remember my journey. I lived on my own for almost
a year and a half. I lived with my mother for a year. And now I've been living with
my wonderful boyfriend Ryan for the last 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I buy groceries, I pay bills. I water plants, and feed pets. I wash dishes, I do laundry.
I socialize with my family on *my* time, and I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I am occasionally nostalgic about past adventures. Climbing around in tunnels
under a Wal-Mart parking lot with Jason and Ben, chugging Jaeger bombs while watching
movies with Jason and Leslie, trading brags about software development pursuits with
Ben's brother Billy, going to a Lynchburg Area Gamers LAN party and staying up for
48 hours, partying at Holly's house and picking on David's homophobia by making sexual
comments at him, having that free employee meal off of the buffet at KFC, having a
ProxCard with my picture on it at Nationwide, chasing the cats I had around my old
apartment, having $6 to your name so you hit the McDonald's drive through and then
spend the rest of your night at the dollar theater.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many memories. And still, so much time to make more. I'm not any less boisterous
or any more of an "adult" than I was 3 years ago. But I am less stressed, more secure,
and more directed. I do what I can when I can, but it would take alot for anything
to really get me off track. I have stability that I never thought I would, not even
a year ago, when I met Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I owe alot to Ryan. And I love him dearly. And sometimes we argue, but most of the
time, I just look it him, and smile, and realize how lucky I am. He may be 4 years
older, and a bit less boisterous than I am, but we compromise. And I most definitely
want to be with him as long as possible. And if this kind of transition doesn't make
you a little more "grown up", then I don't know what does.&lt;img width="0" height="0" src="http://i.llumin.us/illuminating-oneself/aggbug.ashx?id=90a04bf8-eb64-4f5c-bebd-bae13341e117" /&gt;</description>
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">So I went to Code Camp yesterday, (well,
day before yesterday, now). I posted a <a href="http://tuzworld.com/sharpmud/devblog/2007/03/code-camp-sadly-no-campfires.html">blog
entry</a> on the <a href="http://tuzworld.com/sharpmud/devblog/index.html">SharpMUD
Development Blog</a> about the different technologies, and possible ways to apply
them to SharpMUD. This entry here, is on the more human aspect of what was going on.<br /><br />
So yea, its called Code Camp. It was basically an all-day seminar on computer programming.
Breakfast (Panerra Bread products), was provided by <a href="http://www.breakellconstruction.com/">Breakell
Construction</a>, who apparently has an IT consulting division. (I know, how weird
is that??) Lunch, (Papa John's pizza), was provided by Microsoft. There was about
100 people there, including 15 speakers, including my father.<br /><br />
I was, I fear, the only male there with at least 90% hair coverage on my head. I kid
you not, it was all middle-aged men, (and the women that were there were weird), so
there wasn't much of a social aspect to going. I did, however, get to meet a few of
my father's coworkers, who seemed like genuinly nice people. And I did get to learn
about some nifty computer programming technologies. And I felt very proud of myself,
getting involved in discussions about abstract computer programming concepts, with
people twice my age that make 10 times what I do, and I held my water quite well.
It had a very good effect on my self esteem, I must say.<br /><br />
They gave out a few small prizes in each "lesson". I managed to get a book valued
at $40 on progamming in ASP.NET.<br /><br />
Its funny, because my dad almost didn't get a chance to register for the grand prizes
at the end of the day. I reminded him to register, and he ended up winning the top
prize! An Xbox 360 Premium bundle kit, including a rechargeable battery pack for the
wireless controller, and a copy of Gears of War. How awesome is that? I told him,
in not so many words, that I couldn't wait to kick his ass on Xbox Live. His response,
more or less, was something to the affect that he didn't know when he would have the
time to hook the console up, much less play with it. I gaped with horror. Especially
after how he used to remind me about how responsible he felt he was, when I played
and enjoyed Halo on <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> Xbox, that he wanted
one of his own, and he decided not to waist the money. I know, I know. Some people.<br /><br />
All in all, it was a great experience. I got to get my feet wet in the professional
world of computer programmers. It amazes me, from the office gossip that was passing
around between coincidental coworkers, that the biggest problem in any job, isn't
the skillset, its how (and how well) the people work together. It was true at McDonald's
and KFC, it is true where I work now, at WSLS News Channel 10, and it is definitely
true about the higher paying, more professional vocations. People just need to learn
to get along, and that would solve a bunch of problems.<br /><br />
If only life were that simple.<img width="0" height="0" src="http://i.llumin.us/illuminating-oneself/aggbug.ashx?id=585b371b-aebf-4172-9575-4dc3d2ff9a58" /></body>
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      <description>So I went to Code Camp yesterday, (well, day before yesterday, now). I posted a &lt;a href="http://tuzworld.com/sharpmud/devblog/2007/03/code-camp-sadly-no-campfires.html"&gt;blog
entry&lt;/a&gt; on the &lt;a href="http://tuzworld.com/sharpmud/devblog/index.html"&gt;SharpMUD
Development Blog&lt;/a&gt; about the different technologies, and possible ways to apply
them to SharpMUD. This entry here, is on the more human aspect of what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So yea, its called Code Camp. It was basically an all-day seminar on computer programming.
Breakfast (Panerra Bread products), was provided by &lt;a href="http://www.breakellconstruction.com/"&gt;Breakell
Construction&lt;/a&gt;, who apparently has an IT consulting division. (I know, how weird
is that??) Lunch, (Papa John's pizza), was provided by Microsoft. There was about
100 people there, including 15 speakers, including my father.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was, I fear, the only male there with at least 90% hair coverage on my head. I kid
you not, it was all middle-aged men, (and the women that were there were weird), so
there wasn't much of a social aspect to going. I did, however, get to meet a few of
my father's coworkers, who seemed like genuinly nice people. And I did get to learn
about some nifty computer programming technologies. And I felt very proud of myself,
getting involved in discussions about abstract computer programming concepts, with
people twice my age that make 10 times what I do, and I held my water quite well.
It had a very good effect on my self esteem, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They gave out a few small prizes in each "lesson". I managed to get a book valued
at $40 on progamming in ASP.NET.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its funny, because my dad almost didn't get a chance to register for the grand prizes
at the end of the day. I reminded him to register, and he ended up winning the top
prize! An Xbox 360 Premium bundle kit, including a rechargeable battery pack for the
wireless controller, and a copy of Gears of War. How awesome is that? I told him,
in not so many words, that I couldn't wait to kick his ass on Xbox Live. His response,
more or less, was something to the affect that he didn't know when he would have the
time to hook the console up, much less play with it. I gaped with horror. Especially
after how he used to remind me about how responsible he felt he was, when I played
and enjoyed Halo on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; Xbox, that he wanted
one of his own, and he decided not to waist the money. I know, I know. Some people.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All in all, it was a great experience. I got to get my feet wet in the professional
world of computer programmers. It amazes me, from the office gossip that was passing
around between coincidental coworkers, that the biggest problem in any job, isn't
the skillset, its how (and how well) the people work together. It was true at McDonald's
and KFC, it is true where I work now, at WSLS News Channel 10, and it is definitely
true about the higher paying, more professional vocations. People just need to learn
to get along, and that would solve a bunch of problems.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If only life were that simple.&lt;img width="0" height="0" src="http://i.llumin.us/illuminating-oneself/aggbug.ashx?id=585b371b-aebf-4172-9575-4dc3d2ff9a58" /&gt;</description>
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Its been an interesting week, to say the
least.<br /><br />
Sunday and Monday were unusually hectic days at work (especially considering I don't
normally work Monday's), but it turned around when I found out a friend of mine (the
wife of another friend) is pregnant! Me and Ryan are going to be the gay uncles. ;-)<br /><br />
I finally sat down and beat Twilight Princess. Its a fantastic game. It was done so
well, and so much in tune to the original (to me) story of Link To The Past, that
it almost felt like a remake. And only in the best of ways. The mythos was very enriching,
the graphics, I feel, rival Oblivion, and the Wii-mote enabled controls were innovative.
Now that Ocarina of Time is on Virtual Console, I think I am going to talk Ryan into
getting it, as he has never played it.<br /><br />
I am quite excited about Saturday. I'm going to Roanoke Code Camp, which is a Microsoft
event, (sort of like a seminar), at VWCC. Its from 7:30am to 5:00pm, with provided
breakfast, and provided lunch (by Microsoft), with 4 tracks, each with 5 lectures.
(You can see all of one track, or you can mix and match.) And its free!! And my dad
is one of the speakers. Plus, at the end of the day, they give out door prizes of
a sort. Among the list, Xbox 360s, iPods, and copies of Windows Vista. I am really
excited about being able to mingle with code jockies from the area.<br /><br />
I'm disappointed, we didn't get to play DnD last night. Shannon had to work, and Neil
is too afraid that he got mono from Julie, so he played it safe and stayed home. Leaving
Ken and me, and Ryan, (the DM), it was a no-go. I was up till 5am the night before
last working on my character sheet, which is actually a PDF file. (You can fill in
values and it auto-calculates other values for you.) My character recently contracted
lycanthropy, so I have alot of changes to make. Some are cool, like the added feats
and physical ability increases - but the +2 level modifier sucks. All of our characters
are at level 5, with 9200 XP, with 10000 needed for level 6. But because of my +2
level modifier, its like my character is at level 7, so I need 28000 XP to hit level
6 (technically 8). Its all well and good, but for a Gnome Necromancer, it wasn't exactly
part of my character's game-plan for life.<br /><br />
I'm having some exciting ideas for SharpMUD, and I'll talk about them at some point
on the SharpMUD Development Blog, but for now, I'm going to keep hush-hush. I don't
want to get lost in more pipe dreams when I still need to hammer out my scripting
system.<br /><br />
Thats all for now, folks.<img width="0" height="0" src="http://i.llumin.us/illuminating-oneself/aggbug.ashx?id=ae8694d8-8f1d-40f9-9688-2c01b26ebf19" /></body>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2007 02:43:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Its been an interesting week, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sunday and Monday were unusually hectic days at work (especially considering I don't
normally work Monday's), but it turned around when I found out a friend of mine (the
wife of another friend) is pregnant! Me and Ryan are going to be the gay uncles. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally sat down and beat Twilight Princess. Its a fantastic game. It was done so
well, and so much in tune to the original (to me) story of Link To The Past, that
it almost felt like a remake. And only in the best of ways. The mythos was very enriching,
the graphics, I feel, rival Oblivion, and the Wii-mote enabled controls were innovative.
Now that Ocarina of Time is on Virtual Console, I think I am going to talk Ryan into
getting it, as he has never played it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am quite excited about Saturday. I'm going to Roanoke Code Camp, which is a Microsoft
event, (sort of like a seminar), at VWCC. Its from 7:30am to 5:00pm, with provided
breakfast, and provided lunch (by Microsoft), with 4 tracks, each with 5 lectures.
(You can see all of one track, or you can mix and match.) And its free!! And my dad
is one of the speakers. Plus, at the end of the day, they give out door prizes of
a sort. Among the list, Xbox 360s, iPods, and copies of Windows Vista. I am really
excited about being able to mingle with code jockies from the area.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm disappointed, we didn't get to play DnD last night. Shannon had to work, and Neil
is too afraid that he got mono from Julie, so he played it safe and stayed home. Leaving
Ken and me, and Ryan, (the DM), it was a no-go. I was up till 5am the night before
last working on my character sheet, which is actually a PDF file. (You can fill in
values and it auto-calculates other values for you.) My character recently contracted
lycanthropy, so I have alot of changes to make. Some are cool, like the added feats
and physical ability increases - but the +2 level modifier sucks. All of our characters
are at level 5, with 9200 XP, with 10000 needed for level 6. But because of my +2
level modifier, its like my character is at level 7, so I need 28000 XP to hit level
6 (technically 8). Its all well and good, but for a Gnome Necromancer, it wasn't exactly
part of my character's game-plan for life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm having some exciting ideas for SharpMUD, and I'll talk about them at some point
on the SharpMUD Development Blog, but for now, I'm going to keep hush-hush. I don't
want to get lost in more pipe dreams when I still need to hammer out my scripting
system.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Since I now have a new blog location, I
thought I'd spend a moment going into some detail about the current status of my personal
life.<br /><br />
I'm still living with my wonderful boyfriend Ryan. We play alot of video games together,
including WoW, and even some Wii. (No jokes please, they're too easy.) Since I don't
have a license right now, I am relying on Ryan to get me to and from work, (except
on weekdays, when I ride the city bus to work.)<br /><br />
I am working at WSLS News Channel 10. I started working there in August. It actually
has to do with me losing my license - I got in a wreck and totaled my car on my way
to my frist day at work. Not having car insurance, even though in and of itself is
not illegal in Virginia, can still get you into trouble. I owe the DMV a $500 uninsured
motorist fee, plus an $85 license reinstatement fee, and proof of insurance. Without
meeting those 3 prerequisites, I cannot drive, and I cannot register (that is, put
tags on) a vehicle. I did manage to get a car, which the title is in my name, but
I'm having to keep it in Huddleston, since the city will tow your car away if it is
not legally tagged and stickered. I am looking at using my tax returns from this year
and last year to pay off the DMV and put money down on liability insurance. But I
digress.<br /><br />
I'm working at the news station. As a video editor. Basically, the producers write
scripts and select video sources, and then I get to chop the video up so that it matches
the script of what the anchor is going to say on-air. Occasionally, I even have to
work with special effects. But nothing like explosions or anything. Just blurs here
and spotlights there. Anywho, it pays the bills. And a whole lot better than KFC did.<br /><br />
I'm still working on <a href="http://sharpmud.sourceforge.net/">my C# MUD server project</a>.
I've gone through phases of lulls and leaps with SharpMUD. There are still a few more
features I need to implement, but what I have so far, is well, a beast. 40,000+ lines
of code. 99% of which was hand coded, all of which, by me.<br /><br />
I have also been following an interesting project, <a href="http://www.sharpos.org/">SharpOS</a>.
The idea is to write an entire operating system using C#. Which sounds like heresy,
since C# is a Managed language, and compiles only to bytecode, but they have been
making some interesting leaps and strides. I've contributed to the conversations,
but not the code, not yet.<br /><br />
As far as me and friends (and former) go, I've got a long list. Ben and I are still
tight, but he is off at Basic Training for the National Guard. Brian and I had a falling
out after I came out after high school, but we've since made peace with each other.
Jason and I also had a falling out, after he was caught saying hateful things about
me behind my back (and being friendly to my face), and then he denied it, and then
got angry at me for believing it. (Le drama, I know.) I don't talk to Amber anymore,
as she has turned a new leaf - a remarkeably negative yet Christian new leaf. Mike
Hearn still talks in my direction every now and then, which though as mysterious as
he is, is a comfort. (Its nice to know that some friends remain friendly, even though
a friend in common like Jason hasn't.) The same goes for Leigh Rogers.<br /><br />
My family is doing well, and I talk to them occasionally.<br /><br />
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      <pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 04:07:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Since I now have a new blog location, I thought I'd spend a moment going into some detail about the current status of my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm still living with my wonderful boyfriend Ryan. We play alot of video games together,
including WoW, and even some Wii. (No jokes please, they're too easy.) Since I don't
have a license right now, I am relying on Ryan to get me to and from work, (except
on weekdays, when I ride the city bus to work.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am working at WSLS News Channel 10. I started working there in August. It actually
has to do with me losing my license - I got in a wreck and totaled my car on my way
to my frist day at work. Not having car insurance, even though in and of itself is
not illegal in Virginia, can still get you into trouble. I owe the DMV a $500 uninsured
motorist fee, plus an $85 license reinstatement fee, and proof of insurance. Without
meeting those 3 prerequisites, I cannot drive, and I cannot register (that is, put
tags on) a vehicle. I did manage to get a car, which the title is in my name, but
I'm having to keep it in Huddleston, since the city will tow your car away if it is
not legally tagged and stickered. I am looking at using my tax returns from this year
and last year to pay off the DMV and put money down on liability insurance. But I
digress.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm working at the news station. As a video editor. Basically, the producers write
scripts and select video sources, and then I get to chop the video up so that it matches
the script of what the anchor is going to say on-air. Occasionally, I even have to
work with special effects. But nothing like explosions or anything. Just blurs here
and spotlights there. Anywho, it pays the bills. And a whole lot better than KFC did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm still working on &lt;a href="http://sharpmud.sourceforge.net/"&gt;my C# MUD server project&lt;/a&gt;.
I've gone through phases of lulls and leaps with SharpMUD. There are still a few more
features I need to implement, but what I have so far, is well, a beast. 40,000+ lines
of code. 99% of which was hand coded, all of which, by me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have also been following an interesting project, &lt;a href="http://www.sharpos.org/"&gt;SharpOS&lt;/a&gt;.
The idea is to write an entire operating system using C#. Which sounds like heresy,
since C# is a Managed language, and compiles only to bytecode, but they have been
making some interesting leaps and strides. I've contributed to the conversations,
but not the code, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As far as me and friends (and former) go, I've got a long list. Ben and I are still
tight, but he is off at Basic Training for the National Guard. Brian and I had a falling
out after I came out after high school, but we've since made peace with each other.
Jason and I also had a falling out, after he was caught saying hateful things about
me behind my back (and being friendly to my face), and then he denied it, and then
got angry at me for believing it. (Le drama, I know.) I don't talk to Amber anymore,
as she has turned a new leaf - a remarkeably negative yet Christian new leaf. Mike
Hearn still talks in my direction every now and then, which though as mysterious as
he is, is a comfort. (Its nice to know that some friends remain friendly, even though
a friend in common like Jason hasn't.) The same goes for Leigh Rogers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My family is doing well, and I talk to them occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Thats right. This is where I am posting
my new blog entries.<br /><br />
My old personal blog is still publicly viewable at <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/illuminus86">http://blog.myspace.com/illuminus86</a>,
and my SharpMUD Development blog is viewable at <a href="http://tuzworld.com/sharpmud/devblog/index.html">http://tuzworld.com/sharpmud/devblog/index.html</a>.<br /><br />
I'm still tinkering with the layout, and some of the auto-imported 3rd-party content,
but for now, my thoughts and experiences with life, will reside here.<img width="0" height="0" src="http://i.llumin.us/illuminating-oneself/aggbug.ashx?id=0124e890-fcd7-4d8d-8818-127def16dd6e" /></body>
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      <description>Thats right. This is where I am posting my new blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My old personal blog is still publicly viewable at &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/illuminus86"&gt;http://blog.myspace.com/illuminus86&lt;/a&gt;,
and my SharpMUD Development blog is viewable at &lt;a href="http://tuzworld.com/sharpmud/devblog/index.html"&gt;http://tuzworld.com/sharpmud/devblog/index.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm still tinkering with the layout, and some of the auto-imported 3rd-party content,
but for now, my thoughts and experiences with life, will reside here.&lt;img width="0" height="0" src="http://i.llumin.us/illuminating-oneself/aggbug.ashx?id=0124e890-fcd7-4d8d-8818-127def16dd6e" /&gt;</description>
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