<David> I've been getting the crap scared out of me by a game called System Shock 2. Thanks to Ardith for hooking me up with this pants-messing thriller of a game. </David> <!--9:49 PM-->
<David> Well, I have finally regained sufficient mobility to use my regular computer. It is wonderful to sit in my normal desk at my normal keyboard and normal mouse. Oh, and lets not forget the normal screen and normal really loud noise of my fans. Yep, who'd think I would be so grateful for things being normal. Well, there's a chance I'll be able to get to church tomorrow, that would be nice. I won't be driving until my right leg is a little better, but I feel up to riding now. I would like to thank all of you who have called/e-mailed/posted with encouraging messages. It is wonderful to know I have friends out there who care about me. Well, I have to be doing some stuff for Father's Day now, so until tomorrow, ta-tah! </David> <!--12:45 PM-->
<David> Here are some pictures of the car. As you will see, its pretty banged up. I feel much the same way. Thank God I'm alive!
Pictures Page
For some reason I was unable to display the pics directly, and when I tried making links to individual pics, they ended up going off to never-never land. If you have a strong stomach, feel free to browse all of them. If not, then you should probably stick to the ones of the golf and/or accident site. The other ones of me are pretty nasty. But I'm not dead, so they aren't as bad as they could be! </David> <!--2:21 PM-->
<David> Hello everyone! The first thing I want to say is Hurrah! I am alive. Long story behind that, let me share...
Yesterday (Wednesday) evening I was with my brothers Dan and Joshua on our way to a Bible Study. For those of you who know the area, we were at the corner of County Road 38 and 1. We had a stop sign, so we stopped. Now I was in the front passenger seat, and Josh was driving. Dan was in the rear driver's side seat. We were in an '86 Volkswagen Golf, a small, 2500 lb car. As we started to pull forward (we were on CR 38) a black Camero came fairly fast down CR 3. He had no stop sign, and had Josh looked he probably would have seen him coming. He hit directly over my door, hitting both the A pillar that runs down the side of the windshield and down the side of the door and the B pillar that runs down behind the door. All I remember is stopping at CR 3, and then (vaguely) yelling something at Josh. Then I have a muddled memory of a police officer, some stronger, still muddled memories of an ambulance, and my memory train only really picks up in the hospital were a doctor was preparing to stitch together an artery. They tell me after we were hit I got out my nifty knife and cut away my seat belt. The right hand side of the car was smashed in about eigth inches. At the hospital they did a bunch of x-rays and a cat scan. My brain has two small bruises on it. My head on the right side has a deep gash. I have three internal stitches and 23 external. There was a lot of blood, presumable from my head, on various parts of the car. My right hip is very bruised, so I cannot really walk, but nothing is broken. The let me go home at 11 last night. We were hit about 7. So far I have just been lying or sitting in bed. I had some donuts this morning, mmmmm. If my hip feels better I should be able to walk in a few days. Oh, Josh and Dan are fine, some minor scratches and bruises, but they are walking around and doing normal things. Lucky bums!
The more I think about it, the more I thank God for keeping me safe. If the car had not hit both pillars, I would probably be significantly more squished. I am very happy to be alive and able to eat anything I want! That and the fact that I appear to have no perment injury other than a nifty scar, and I'd say God was really watching over me.
Well, that was my Wednesday. Other stuff, we finally moved grandma into her new addition earlier in the afternoon. She likes it, and it nice to have the house returning a towards semi-normalness. Not that I am exactly normal right now or ever. I've been reading more of "Hackers" as I lie here. I'm kinda wishing I could borrow a buddies Cowboy Bebop dvds. Doing nothing is kinda boring. Nevertheless I am very thankful to God to be here, doing nothing. At least I'm not not here doing nothing. Oh, and there's an ever so slight chance they may fix the car. It would be quite a bit of work. At least it wasn't my favorite dark blue golf or Enoch's beautiful red golf.
Well, that's what happened. Hurrah for being alive. Yipee! I'm hungry... </David> <!--6:59 PM-->
<David> Well, another day of stuff. I slept until 1:30 or so, really tired, combined with my up-late-ness. Playing Battlefield 1942 with brothers (particularly Enoch) is great fun. The addition to the house for grandma is nearly done, should be moving her into it today. We spent several hours getting things ready, curtains, refrigerator cleaning, etc. Then we went to Steak n' Shake! Hurrah for yummy burgers and huge yummy shakes. Hurrah hurrah, its was so so good. Oh Yeah!
Still haven't gotten any info on when or if I will be getting that job. I know they are madly busy (to quote myself) but I am kinda in suspense. I'm still sore from running yesterday, more input from my body that I'm not in shape. Oh, I've been reading "Hackers" by Steven Levy. Its a great book about the origins of home computers. People who have probably read it... I'd put money on Ardith and maybe Scholl. Hmmm, but Scholl would only do it if it was really good, too much effort. Well it is good enough to warrant that effort, because they guys in it were very much his type. Especially the ones who kept getting put in jail for "just having a little fun." Did you know there was a time when you could "hack" the phone lines and call anywhere for free? One guy did, and was placing calls to the Vatican. I'm sure his Eminence would have been thrilled to talk to a young, energetic, long-haired computer freak. I've got to work on the long-haired part. So read it. Its a great piece of history.
A parting thought. Is it ok to kill spiders to save flies?
Yeah, you all know where its from. Your friend and mine, the stoic, peace-loving gunman. </David> <!--3:36 AM-->
<David> Oh, my!
Well what do you know!
I'll be!
Palabra mia!
Don't you just hate it when people use common expressions of suprise like those? Me too. I think we should ban all of them. Them and the little gnat that keeps landing on my screen. It just bothers me, but I'm too busy to put an end to it. Its the same way with those phrases. They bother me, but is it really worth the trouble to make a big deal over their incessant use. The constant nagging that grates like the voice of Dr. B.....eautiful.
Ha! Just killed the gnat. Now all I have to take care of is the people. Thankfully, due to my connections, that will be easy as well. Hahahahaha, I am unstoppable.
Wait. What's this? There's another gnat! I can't take this. Every time I kill one, another just pops up in its place. As Stephen Lawhead wrote (and he IS a brilliant author) "You can only kill so many Irish, so many Picti, and their will be more Irish, more Picti." That's what I always say, anyway. Well, for those of you who are in the know, and I am not liberal with this information, I ran into an old friend. Well, ran by and talked with to be precise. Long time no see, y ella va a ir a Cypres luego esto verano. Que puedes hacer cuando alguno de tus amigos cercanos (muy cercanos) es como una amiga nueva? Hasta como seis meses desde la ultima conversacion! Pues, you no se como siento. Es differente y extranjo. Solomente espero que ella esta feliz. Pero... a veces, como la mujer del platano, yo quiero tener una chica mia. Fue una dia cuando ella fue todo de esa para yo. No fue en nombre, pero hicierimos muchas cosas juntas. Pero personas salen, y ella fue a la universidad. Despues, yo. Es posible (yo no se) que ella tiene un novio. Somos extranjeros, y es muy differente de en dias muchas pasadas.
Well, as much as I enjoy my spanish, I should probably refrain from too much. Its never totally safe, cause you can mess up words and say things you never meant to say. My life is a mix of so much I don't understand. How will things work out in the end? I guess if we knew that would take all the fun out of it. Only the certainty of our fate would rule us. As Calvin Miller said "Every cradle swings over a grave." You all should read his trilogy, The Singer, The Song, and The Finale. Amazing stuff, really makes you think about Christ in a fresh way. "The men of Terra fully know, there is no depth he would not go, to Love." It's so easy to forget, but its supposed to be the reason we are here. Heck, its the reason everyone exists on earth. To love. A quick look at our world shows how messed up that has gotten.
Well, can't philosophize forever, so I'll share some quick stuff. My interview went well, but very short. The guys at the store are madly busy. Hoped to get a call or email or something, but I guess I'll be waiting a few days. Also, I have been having a riot with the game Battlefield 1942. Basicly vehicles (ships, planes, ground) and infantry of WWII all running around shooting each other in beautiful scenery. Hurrah for snipers and camping kings. I hate them all. Oh, and I went running again. Five miles in 35:33. I really need to get in shape, there was a time when I was under thirty. Oh the rosy days of my youth...
And yeah, nothing like war to bring out the love in someone's heart. Well, if I try to think deep thoughts any more tonight. I'll die. Goodnight world! </David> <!--3:21 AM-->
The Blogs of Other Musers
(Or should I say Muses)
Fearless Leader
Guiltless Cynic
Singular Human
Randomness Master
Food Maker
PA Extraordinaire
Wench I stole
a Hankerchief from
Brother Enoch,
Alaskan Explorer
Brother Dan,
Argentina Aborigine
Damian The Blessed,
Bringer of Trigun
Vocal Thinker
SuperMan: The Hamster
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