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so yesterday i found a job.
it is fantastic seeing as half the places i applied to three weeks ago still have their now hiring signs up.
so what am i doing? i am working, like a man should be, in a hardware store. the home depot to be specific, in the rugged and ever so manly lawn & garden, ok so it isn't in the indoor lumber yard or selling power tools, but it is still a discount on chain saws and i will be selling power riding mowers and bbq grills- which means propane and propane accessories. and i am starting at 9 bucks an hour which is almost a dollor more than what i was making as assistant manager at the wherehouse. of course i do miss being the snooty record store guy and ofcourse the promo's and discount, but oh well now i work in a hardware store. which reminds me, i need to go out and buy myself a couple new flannel shirts.
so you know, those of you who might of been jealous friday of my announcment of skiing can feel better because i didn't go saturday. terrence and i while shopping in preperation heard a store was moving in up around donner and was supposed to be there untill sunday evening. and not wanting to get snowed in we just played video games all saturday... and went mudding (again)... and bowling (again).
so no skiing saturday, we decided monday would be a much better time, and it was with 12 to 14 inches of freash powder. and it was a glorious day. the only problem was on the way up the passenger window imploded onto terrence, we still don't know what happend one minute we are driving to the mountains the next t is covered in glass. but aside from driving home without a window it wasn't all that bad, besides we told danny we pissed off a hobo in traffic and now he thinks that a hobo smashed it in with a bat. ...danny is great like that.
in all my free time of not having a job or solid computer access i've been reading, a lot. in the last three weeks i finished Golopogas by Kurt Vonnogut read Contact by Carl Sagan and i am now almost half way threw rereading american gods. untill i get paid and can buy new books i think i am going to reread all my neil stuff so after this neverwhere for the i think fourth time then stardust then seeing as i reread good omens before i moved i am kind of out of luck untill ashley can get that box sent out to me and i can finish rereading all my camus books, she has my happy death. anyway, i appologies for dragging on and on but i feel since i am not making as frequent updates i should do a little more when i can so i am going to leave with a bit from amaerican gods, i was wanting to put something up from contact when i was in the middle of it but now i am done and i can not remember what i wanted to post from it so here is something i read last night and thought i am going to put that on my diary. so here it is, if all this is a bit too much reading for one day then come back later, if i can't update daily then read this entry in parts, personal message one day then story time the next five.
The dead fawn lay in the glade in the shadow of a hill, and a black bird the size of a small dog was picking at its side with a large, wicked beak, rending and tearing gobbets of red meat from the corpse. The animal's eyes were gone, but it's head was untouched, and white fawn spots were visible on it's rump. Shadow wondered how it had died.
The black bird cocked it's head onto one side, and then said, in a voice like stones being struck, "You shadow man."
"I'm Shadow," said Shadow. The bird hopped up onto the fawn's rump, raised it's head, ruffled its crown and neck feathers. It was enourmous and its eyes were black beads. There was something intimidating about a bird that size, this close.
"Says he will see you in Kay-ro," tokked the raven. Shadow wondered which of Odin's ravens this was: Huginn or Muninn, Memory or Thought.
"Kay-ro?" he asked.
"In Egypt."
"How am I going to go to Egypt?"
"Follow Mississippi. Go south. Find Jackal."
"Look," said Shadow, "I don't want to seem like I'm- ...look..." he paused. Regrouped. He was cold, standing in a wood, talking to a big black bird who was currently brunching on bambi. "okay. What I'm trying to say is I don't want mysteries."
"Mysteries," agreed the bird, helpfully.
"What I want is explanations. Jackal in Kay-ro. That does not help me. It's a line from a bad spy thriller."
"Jackal. Freind. Tok. Kay-ro."
"So you said. I'd like a little more information than that."
The bird half turned, and pulled another strip of raw venison from the fawn's ribs.
"Hey! Can you at least get me back to a real road?" called Shadow.
The raven flew up and away. Shadow looked at the corpse of the baby deer. he decided that if he were a real woodsman, he would slice off a steak and grill it over a wood fire. Instead, he sat on a fallen tree and ate a Snickers bar and knew he really wasn't a real woodsman.
The raven cawed from the edge of the clearing.
"You want me to follow you?" asked Shadow. "Or has Timmy fallen down another well?" The bird cawed again, impatiently. Shadow started walking toward it. It waited until he was close, then flapped heavily into another tree, heading somewhat to the left of the way Shadow had originally been going.
"Hey," said Shadow. "Huninn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven.
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