Top 10 Signs an Astronaut is Attempting to Kill You

10. She keeps stabbing you with a pen that writes upside down
9. Been getting threatening emails from Connie@InternationalSpaceStation.com
8. Says she looks forward to being the first to walk on your lifeless corpse
7. She poisons your Tang
6. Her previous attempts to kill you have been postponed due to high winds
5. You were on the "Maury" episode: "I Had A Booty Call And Now An Astronaut Is Trying To Kill Me"
4. It sounds crazy, but you could swear Mars is following you
3. She promises to "Take you out like Pluto"
2. You turn on CNN and see the Hubble Telescope focusing on your house
1. Says, "This is a giant leap for mankind" as she tosses you off a bridge

-Letterman

Groundhog Day

Saw the movie Groundhog Day with Bill Murray. This is my life. Wake up, go to work, have lunch, come home, go to bed, rinse+repeat. 7 days a week. See the same people you know, see the same sample of the population you don't, read the same newspaper with slightly different current events and a slightly reconfigured Japanese number puzzle, have the same conversations that slowly paint a picture of someone's life, make a joke here, a cute observation there all to add to a bank account so you can buy shit you don't need.

All the days blend into one another and are indistunguishible from one to the next. At the end of everyday, I count down to 5 o'clock like it's New Year's Eve, and for a few seconds there's happyness in knowing the next few hours will be different from the preceding 8. But instead of celebration, a funeral dirge plays in my mind, a happy one as far as funeral dirges go.

It doesn't really bother me, but I sense that my subconscious is planning something because it is bothering it. Actually nothing really bothers me and nothing really matters. I live in a world of indifference. Anyway, if I don't do something, like Bill Murray, then "someone else" will and what began as Groundhog Day will instead end up as the commonly themed Fight Club.

Who Designed this Place?

The poor people travel from the inner city to the suburbs to make a living while the better off do the exact opposite. What a mess, what a waste.

A Lesson

It's more important to trust your friends than your own eyes. Even if they are wrong. Sometimes, especially if they are wrong. You gotta stand by them, unequivocally and that's the way it's gotta be.
I know this, but can I remember to be this?

What a Day

Nearly got run over twice, almost got into a fight in a store and when I paid $5 for a poppy(a fake poppy at that) the charming old lady said "Your generosity is only exceeded by your good looks". Ha!
I also finished a book I had been trying to get through for 6 months that was supposed to have an Earth shattering shock ending, and I didn't even understand it. How anti-climactic.
Lowest point might've been when an attractive sales girl guessed my height to be 5'8" and when I said "no!" she said "oh, 5'7?". Ouch. I think the reason she was so underestimating my height was because she was almost the exact same height as me and she said that it was often a disadvantage to be that tall for her so she had low-balled her own height, thereby bringing me down with her.
Current events were pretty bizarre too with a 65 yr old widow dying next her own grave and a Rent-a-Pilgrim story that I cannot justify but you can read here: http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNews&storyid=2006-11-01T143017Z_01_N31225815_RTRUKOC_0_US-LIFE-PILGRIM.xml&src=rss

Usually my days are pretty even, steady. But this day had treacherous lows and dizzying highs! I likes it. And there's still the evening to go...

The Revolution of 1956

This past October 23rd was the 50th anniversary of the Hungarian revolt against the Communist regime. Anniversary seems like a positive term but in this case the word "remembrance" may be more appropriate because the uprising was only briefly successful as it eventually cost Hungary more than 200,000 of its citizens.

The brief rundown of the 1956 revolution is this: The USSR had continued to occupy Hungary(and the other nations of the Warsaw Pact; East Germany, Poland, Bulgaria, Romania, Czechoslovakia) even after peace had been declared and World War II was over.
Some 10 years later in 1956, peaceful protests had begun by mainly university students but soon their synergy led them to into a revolt that was spontaneous.
They were actually successful as the government was overthrown but only a week later the USSR returned with an army, devastating Hungary, it's capital and it's peoples.
Many fled, many died and some were even adolescents who were caught, brought back to the Soviet Union and executed on their 18th birthday.

Historians say it was an important event in the Cold War because Hungary was the first occupied nation in the Soviet Bloc to rise against its Russian oppressors and it showed the world that Communism wasn't invincible. So, it only took 45 years but the USSR eventually withdrew and very soon after the Soviet Union collapsed altogether.

But now the Socialists are back in power after rigging elections(free elections my ass)! They failed in serving their country(but succeeded in serving themselves, natch) but remained in power through lies. Those lies were tapped and released publicly, enraging citizens(both home and abroad) and now, during a time when Hungarians should be remembering the 50th anniversary of the Revolt, are now instead reenacting it!

It very much seems as though this latest uprising is utterly justified, so my question is: What happened to the good old days of assasinations? I suppose we Hungarians love to romanticise and be righteous, be the hero, the martyr, the sacrifice, the survivor. But to do the dirty work? To take the road where only the end justifies the means? It doesn't seem so, unfortunately.

Begins now the winter of our discontent

irks

The 2 ways of pronouncing the word 'drama' irks me. There's the normal way, then the other way in which drama rhymes with Alabama(assuming there's only one way to pronounce Alabama. Let's pretend there is). Recently heard an old acquiantance pronounce it the Alabama way and now I'm less inclined to continue our acquaintanceship. I'm thinking of trying to form an outright friendship with her!
Another thing that irks me is my own masochistic tendencies.