I think it’s funny that now that I look back on the things I’ve done in the past, I can see (kind of) how stupid, childish, and in general kinda skeevy these things were. I can see my actions in my sister also. She get’s upset about small little things, and is incredibly embarassed by The Parents. I remember wanting my parents not even to talk to me if there was a chance a friend could overhear the conversation. Why though? Insecurities while growing up. How crappy huh?

I visited my parents and sister for a short time, to see my sister’s grade school graduation. Flying down there made me think of a lot of different things that I kind of avoided over a time. I couldn’t get to sleep very easily because of a few reasons. One, I don’t sleep or eat well before or after flights. I just can’t. Two, I remember being around the world and calling them, and it made me miss where I was, and what I did, and the experiences I had.

Another reason I didn’t really want to go down there was because I don’t especially like graduations in general. Those who know me really well know why. Heh, I think it’s understandable that I wouldn’t.

Anyway, it was nice to be able to see them, because I haven’t seen them for about a year or so? Rode bikes with my sister on the beach, played golf and ate with the family, brought up old memories of stupidity. In the end, when it was time to come back to Boston, I almost thought about extending my flight. Almost.

Stupid People: On the flight down there, this enormous lady (picture a whale) was trying to shove an equally large suitcase into the overhead compartment. She was taking about 10 minutes. I stood there quietly not saying anything. She then turned to me and said “go ahead,” like I could get around her and was being stupid for not trying. I wanted to tell her “I’m sorry miss, but you are enormous. There isn’t any way in this world or the next that I’ll be able to get past you.” I didn’t. Instead I tried to make myself as small as possible and squeezed by her. It’s lucky she spilled over onto the poor guy in the seat next to her or I would’ve been squished. Little asian squish.

About these pictures: 1. Me on the beach, 2. Plane shot, 3. Chairs near the beach, 4. Okay, it was a windy day…okay?, 5. Back in Boston, 6. You have to wonder why they need this warning on a Jet Engine…, 7. And this warning also …

Anyway, back to the regular nothingness, how are you?

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I watched the series finale of Everybody Loves Raymond tonight, and it reminded me of the years that I’ve watched the show. It’s strange, the impact that little “life” things can have on your … life. Throughout years good and bad, schools, countries, and locations, there are some things that seem like Constants. You know, the things that are always there after a long day. The things you can rely on to be there when other things aren’t.

It just seems as though, each week, a new episode comes on, and you can relax with make believe friends and laugh as you see them grow with new seasons. It is because of that that makes “finale’s” so final. Comedy is difficult, even more so when writing for a large audience like this tv show. Being able to consistently find new and funny ideas and situations is a rare talent, but with a great cast of characters, it must make the job a little easier.

I guess now I’ll have to watch Family Guy (season 4), but there’s just something that Family Guy won’t be able to offer. A tv show like Everybody Loves Raymond makes you get that feeling inside that you can’t quite describe. Warm, but anxious, happy, sad, and glad.

So, I’ll be going to visit my parents for a few days, and seeing my sister’s grade school graduation. Flying makes me anxious. Safe flight to me.

(working on a new layout)

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As though I needed something else to put on the “List of Weird Things I Do.” Sometimes I sleep with the television on, and here’s why. It’s interesting to do that half-wake-up thing where you aren’t sure if you are awake or still sleeping, and hear random things from the channel you left the tv on. Each night it’s different, and each night does weird things to dreams.

For example, the other night I slept with HBO on, and I half-woke up to a war movie, then fell asleep again. When I woke up, the dream I remembered had such great imagery and burred dialogue. It may seem unimaginative to seemingly have to keep the tv on to be able to remember dreams, but I would have to say, umm … no you’re wrong.

If you leave the tv on even a relatively safe channel, let’s say CNN, you wake up being able to remember something. Chances are you won’t be too sure if what you remembered actually happened or if it was a result of this stupid activity. However, it’s like getting an assignment, and then completing it. The tv gives you the assignment, and you take and mold it with curiosity and creativity.

I think you might remember them more because your brain is just getting into awake mode. They, and by they I mean monkeys, say that it’s best to review your studies before you sleep. Thereby increasing your memory of that subject. Would it then stand that when your brain takes the first days input, it would remember it more also?

Try it out, tell me what crazy dreams you have. If you have dirty dirty sex channels, you don’t need to comment. Just email me.

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