The Mixed-Up world of Cluskevird

It’s good to see that my luck is still running and keeping an eye out for me.  It’s kinda weird how it works though.  If I want something bad enough, or something expensive jumps out unexpectedly – SOMEHOW things all work out.  I have been called lucky, but if I TRY to be lucky at something – it just doesn’t work.  Probably the best example would have to involve Halloween of 90 give or take a year.  I was wanting a computer SO bad and there was no way I could afford 3,000 dollars back then.  In fact, I was just keeping the bills paid.  My friend and I went running around town all night to keep away from trick-or-treaters (not that I get any anyway).  We first thought that Dracula would have hit theaters that weekend, but were disappointed.  Went to the video rental place and couldn’t find anything worth watching.  We must have hit several places with no success at finding what we were looking for.  Instead we ended up going to check the sports bar at a casino to see how our football team odds were.  Place was PACKED.  We ended up having to sit where the entertainment was going on and checked on our teams from the sports card.  Elvira – Mistress of the Dark came walking by saying "Keno".  I believe we both reached for the keno tickets and started filling out the card.  We were both broke and shouldn’t have played, but we just wanted a closer look at her.  All night long we played (it helped that we kept winning our dollar back) probably cost us around 5 bucks each.  However, we just weren’t doing that well.  So we called it a night and figured it was time to go – but I had just won my dollar back and told her to just play the same card again.  I mean, what the heck….  Imagine hitting 7 of 7 numbers… 8,000 dollars.  I split 50/50 with my friend and we got an escort back to the car by security (yes, we DID tip Elvira with a few 20s).  Needless to say, I was able to get my first computer where I came up with my online name of silverduck… later to be morphed into cluskevird when silverduck was unavailable.  :p

So, what does this have to do with today’s blog entry?  Once again, I’m a little concerned about the money situation about buying the land and needing to get to October when the car is paid off.  Yesterday I got a refund check from the Title company for enough to get me through the first couple of months…  I’m breathing a little easier now and hoping that I never lose this ‘knack’.  I figure as long as I just go with the flow and take the easy going approach – things will turn out okay… at least it’s been working this long   :p

Yep. I’m in trouble.  How much trouble are we talking about here?  Girlfriend is not talking to me.  I must have been at fault, or done some horrendous deed in which I’m paying for now.  It’s over a treadmill.

 

It’s days like this I wonder why I ever thought I needed that significant other in my life and what was truly wrong with being a hermit?  >SIGH<  So she wants a treadmill.  600 bucks plus shipping and  handling.  I really hate to say no, but come on – we just got slammed with a 30 year loan at 1068 dollars a month, sooooo I said can’t we wait awhile.  You would have thought I’d called her some obscene name or something.  Stomping around the house and then pointing the finger at the 360 and said that oh yeah… I can spend money on that, but she can’t get what she wants.  What she doesn’t realize is that I saved money by not spending it on the useless crap I usually do and cut back on those trips to those fast food establishments.  I succeeded in saving this for one simple fact… I did not tell her.  If she knew that I had money saved up it would have been gone before the week was out.  I’m still saving in fact.

 

You may be thinking… oh, just go ahead and get it.  Ah, small problem there.  I’m tired of getting high priced items only to see them sitting around not being used.  I know she won’t use it.  I hate to say it, but she’s too much of a "get someone else to do it" person.  I always hear, oh I’m too tired… my leg hurts… I don’t feel good… etc. . .

She also wants to go visit her family (I HAVE to go of course) 2,000 miles away every year – sometimes twice, and they come out and visit as well, sometimes for a MONTH. . .  I dread these days because she acts like she has no concept of the value of the dollar. 

 

Marvin from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy had it right………   Life,  don’t talk to me about life.

First of all, I’ll say it up front:  I’ve been playing too much on the 360.   No, really.  I know that it sounds like it’s an impossibility but if you had the dream I had last night, you’d probably be saying the same thing.  Dreams and I have this common theme – If I do too much of something my dreams tend to mess with my mind, much the same way the stomach does with too much pizza just before bed.  Even without this effect, I’ve been known to have dreams that wake me up in the middle of the night looking for a weapon of some kind so I can go through the house and make sure no one is there (yeah – forget trying to sleep after THAT one).  Or the time I went on a week long Quantum Leap marathon (starting at #1 and watching non-stop from 7 am to 10pm over the weekend) which provided quite the dreams of me leaping around in time.  But I’m starting to ramble on, let me go back to the dream I had last night.

 

In the game of Oblivion, I have found the 4 books and easily deciphered the cryptic message – plus I know the first key.  In my dream, not only did I find these books, I found 3 separate editions of them (nice illustrated covers and everything by the way).  Yeah, you can tell I’ve been playing a lot of Oblivion with how this one is started.  The curious thing about these books though is they are on metal shelving (the kind you put together with nuts and bolts).  Lo and behold, I find a secret little room that has more books. . . the big thing is that they were dated AFTER the original killer had been appprehended.  Jinkies!  Okay, now I have two other people with me for whatever reason dreams do this to  you.  And they start looking at the other books. . . and then the sound.  OMG  the killer is here!  I back out of the room realizing that I don’t have a weapon, but lucky for me there are some shovels against the wall… some too big, I’d never be able to use that one properly, but a smaller shovel that looks like it’ll handle just fine!  I pick it up and step back in to meet the killer.   Yeah.. stop laughing, it’s a dream after all.

I start swinging that shovel at the Condemned-esque killer and it really doesn’t look like I’m doing much to him.  Then he starts making these strange gestures and. . . . disappears?!  Okay, where did he go?  Luckily there’s a curtain that one of my cohorts grabs and throws it around, revealing where the killer is and we go after him with gusto.

 

These are the dreams I’m blessed with after I’ve been intent at something for too long.  At least I know what games have caused it… I’m just glad I hadn’t been playing Full Auto or PGR3 a lot as well. . . who knows what the dream would have been like then. . .