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Sunday, June 11th, 2006
6:09 am
Downtime Post
(OOC: Apologize for the late/shortness of this, completely forgot about this until last night, so I'm doing this before I run to work this morning. It's the short version!)

Joey spends most of his downtime, of course, split between a few different things. Work, of course, is one of them, as he does need to get Yet Another Vehicle. He actually thinks ahead for a change and gets a small car with very high crash test ratings and safety scores, mainly because of how often their vehicles seem to end up getting broken up thanks to supernatural badness.

He'll go on regular dates (presumably!) with Kirstin and do his best to not botch up a good thing, going so far as to not talk too much about the whole demon hunter thing unless she brings it up.

Joey will continue research on technomancy and the occult, trying to find ways to improve upon his skills. When it comes to patroling, Joey will certainly come along a decent amount, as his job is one of the more flexible ones, thanks to him being able to work from home when necessary. Of course, he gets one of those monitor filters so that people taking a sideways glance don't see anything but a black screen, mostly out of politeness, if he's got to work from home. He'd lend a hand to Jack with the fixing up of the Slayer House, but he isn't very good at putting things back together. But he'd be a pair of arms to direct, when he wasn't just getting in the way. Generally he'd try and lend a hand where he was needed at the House, though he's pretty neutral to Simon. He'll help, but there's a bit less of that friendly chatter, stemming from the fact that Joey is still a bit annoyed with him for the whole demanding he be gone thing.

Current Mood: rushed
Sunday, January 15th, 2006
9:55 pm
What do I do?

Current Mood: contemplative
Thursday, October 27th, 2005
12:01 am
Memories (OOC: Again, ICly it's Friend's Locked)
You know, it's times like these that you wonder what could have been, you know?

I remember back in, hell, what was it, 2000? Walking down High Street in Columbus. You've got the German Village, Brewery District, downtown...that street had it all. Dinah and I used to walk down there all the time when we were dating. She liked it when it was winter. Hadn't really seen snow all that much, being from Arizona and all. It was kind of fun to sometimes casually ball up a wad of snow and toss it lightly at her. She hadn't grown up in the north, so the idea of someone balling up snow to toss at you didn't click for a few months. You know, like most of us northerners can pick up on someone getting ready to toss a snowball? She didn't have that.

It occurs to me I've never really written about her. Well, let me think a bit. She was smart. Smarter than I was, and a whole lot of a better talker. Communications major, after all. Only way I can really communicate well is through writing, and even that's just passable. She was about my height or so. Like I said awhile ago, no supermodel or anything, but she didn't make mirrors break either, you know? She wasn't ever real big into sports and could never understand why I liked playing baseball (aside from the fact that it paid for my tuition). She was a lot more bookish. Didn't care for computers at all. She also loved horses and riding, which I could get into, though I've never been all that great at it. I can ride so long as the horse doesn't get too fancy, I suppose. She was much more the outdoors-woman, frankly. And yeah, I know. You're probably wondering what the hell we saw in each other at this point.

I think it was our differences. Sort of an 'opposites attract' type of thing. I mean, computers and baseball, they're fun, but they're also a job to me. Something I do in order to sustain myself in this world. The game is different when you do it to put food on your plate or a roof over your head. It's the same with anything, really. Once it becomes 'work', it quits being 'fun'.

No, what we liked were the little things, and we tried not to mix our work too much. A well-executed squeeze play bored her as much as the methods of giving public speeches terrified me. We liked walking together, and chatting about news around the world. That we shared. We were both news junkies back then. You know how college is. Liberation of the mind and all that stuff. Politics and news and all that stuff. We'd sit and argue that for hours, switching sides just for the hell of it. Though I couldn't get into those philosophy books she liked to carry around and quote from. It wasn't that I didn't understand them. They just bored me to tears.

But, things didn't work out. She couldn't support my dream, and didn't really give me a chance to get out of it. She said she knew I'd always have that sporting bug. My body language said it, she said. So, she was breaking it off when I got that offer. Guess that whole thing didn't work out so well. Knowing her, she's probably already heard about the news, if she still keeps up with the stories. Probably shaking her head right now in some sort of 'I knew this would happen' manner.

Anyway, yeah. That winter walk, freshman year? Good way to describe her. She was dressed in The Ohio State colors, classic red and white jacket with a blue scarf and red stocking cap, white mittons, and boots. Overdressed for the winter elements and supporting your new school? Screaming out freshman. Meanwhile, I was just wearing a jeans, a black leather jacket, and a ball cap. She spent a good portion of the walk teasing me about how she was going to get all the 'Go team!' comments while I looked like some out-of-towner visiting his girlfriend. Always bubbly and perky. We walked into the German Village to grab some food. The owner said, "Here you go, miss. And one for your father, too". Apparently I look old. Scarred maybe? I'm not sure. But, most people would just politely smile and let the guy think it and have a quiet chuckle over in the background. Her? She was the one who said that we were dating and went to school together.

This entry has gotten a lot more angsty than I intended. Makes me sound all sulky and down. Really, I'm over that stuff. Have been for awhile. Guess with all the crap that's going down with everyone these days, this seemed the best way to get a bit of it out is to think about "the old days". It's probably better for her, anyway. If she'd still been with me and we hit that reunion, she might have gotten killed or something. So, suppose that it's better for her this way. Still got a few keepsakes from that time though, I guess. Nothing real big, but eh. Things got to get a bit better. Shit, not like things can actually get worse, right?

Current Mood: thoughtful
Friday, October 14th, 2005
11:12 pm
(OOC: Friend's Locked ICly)

Life would be so much better if you didn't lose time in your reality if you go to an alternate reality.

Can't say I didn't see it coming though.

Current Mood: crushed
Thursday, May 26th, 2005
6:45 pm
Code Monkey, Activate!
Whatever today's date is. I can't be arsed to looked at the system clock. Well, that and I think I rewrote it to a Caffeine Injection Countdown Timer. Need to automate this stuff, you know.

Anyway, multitasking here while there's some compiling going on. Know I've been locked up in my room. Coding is going well. Computer is rather used to being cussed at. Think I've worked up some mental and social subroutines into this app. Need to do some more alpha testing, then I'll move into beta. If beta goes well, I'll load it up for production.

I'll probably need some politicing from you talking types. Until then, I'll host a site on mine, but getting stuff up on something like an official website would be better.

Oh, Fritzie, Ally, and Sabrina? If you feel some spikey, electric discharges in the next couple of days coming from my room, don't worry. That's actually normal for this stuff. Heck, I don't know if you can tell if that mojo juice is being discharged or not. I'm pretty sure the box can handle the juice. I did some modifications to the cooling system. Looks like a computer on a few dozen IVs though.

Can you tell it's taken me like an hour to write this short-ass entry? Multi-tasking does slow down journaling.

Current Mood: busy
Friday, March 4th, 2005
10:18 pm
December 16, 2004
(OOC: Assume it's friends-locked)

So, yeah. I suck at updating this thing. What do you expect me to do, write out every detail of everything we do?

Though I have been thinking this sort of stuff comes in cycle's. Inspired to think about this stuff from Jack's post. I mean, think about it. Crisis hits, we deal with it. Sometimes it takes awhile. That's how it goes. But, then we get a breather. It just doesn't feel like it since we're both on-edge worrying when the next crisis will hit or it's just quite dull and not all that memorable. Who remembers the boring parts of life?

I am concerned, however. Spring training is starting up. And games start in March. A wonderful difference between the majors and minors. We start earlier. I'm not going to be helping much when I'm in Indianapolis, Seattle, or somewhere else.

Current Mood: worried
Wednesday, January 12th, 2005
4:50 am
Uhh...Hell of a Night
(OOC: This journal entry is ICly friends-locked.)

Hmm. Forgot to post this earlier. Uhh, to follow up with my phone.

Holy. Shit. Sweet Mother of Shit.

I think I get it. Now, I just have to figure out what I got.

Huh. Didn't know they were equiping phones with flame barrels.

Damn. I liked that lamp.

This is definately not normal. There's a lot of advanced programming in here. Flexible shit, too. Damn. I could do a lot with this.

What the hell happened to my phone?

So. That didn't go so well. Not going to go into details here, but we need to learn to research better.

On the positive side, the tatics worked well. Now, if we can just figure out what the hell these things are. Maybe they're sort of like the pirates. You know, like unknowing minions? With one big ringleader?

Wait. Shit. The whole Peter Pan thing. It was one created story. What if this is a story...the story of Halo 2, given what this lot does in their spare time? The lame 1337 names make it fit. But instead of taking on the Master Chief (since there can be only one of him in the story), they're taking on their screen names?

Okay, maybe I'm wrong, but it's a thought, at least. We need to find the leader.

In other news...my cell phone is acting up with a bunch of crazy shit. I mean, I was tinkering with it, trying to fix it up a little...and it seemed to take on a life of it's own. Seriously. It's got these girly ring tones, girly background...all sorts of weird crap that it won't let me change with the interface. I'm going to hook it up to my computer and try to fix it via the programming.

Current Mood: curious
Monday, January 3rd, 2005
2:47 am
30 Months
I hate this month.

Oh, don't get me wrong, nothing terrible has ever happened this month, really. In high school, it was wrestling season. In college, well, it was nearing break, which was really just an excuse for the coaches to kick our asses harder.

I'll always remember freshman year. I couldn't head home for Christmas and New Year's. The coaches at The Ohio State University are hard-asses on new players. Even if I was pretty good for a freshman, it's a team thing, you know? Anyway, most of the guys were Juniors and Seniors, and given we hadn't played a game yet that season, we hadn't formed those teammate bonds. Thus, I was pretty much resigned to spending the holidays training and playing Playstation, waiting for shipped presents to arrive. I suppose there was some schoolwork in there, but it was mostly easy crap.

December 20th. It was the first week of break, and I decided to go for a bit of a walk. Nothing out of the ordinary. High Street is always an interesting walk, at any rate. Ended up at the park, and I noticed another freshman from my first term English class. Dinah Rosel. She was a Communications major, I remembered. Didn't know a whole heck of a lot beyond that.

She glanced up and happened to notice me as I continued walking. A couple minutes later, she was walking beside me, speaking. She asked me why I was still here and all that stuff. Frankly, I was surprised she had two words to say to me. She wasn't a supermodel or anything, but she wasn't bad looking, either. And let's face it. I'm not exactly setting the world on fire. So, yeah, it was a bit surprising to me. Anyway, I told her that it was part of the sport and all that. Turned out she was from Arizona and her folks couldn't afford a plane ticket for her to come home, and most her friends had already gone home.

So, we got to know each other a fair bit over that time. No, we didn't fall into the Freshman Sex Trap or anything like that. But, that walk was our first date, so to speak, though you could say that whole vacation was. And we stayed together through my Sophmore year, when I got drafted.

The best and worst day of my life. But damnit, I don't want to get that introspective at this point tonight.

Current Mood: indescribable
Tuesday, December 21st, 2004
7:57 am
First Post
I've fallen to peer pressure and now have an LJ. Hey, I sit at my computer enough as it is, right? Maybe I can actually sound more intelligent in writing than I do speaking. I should really just keep my trap shut. Ah well.

Current Mood: calm
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