Progression on The Saga of The End of Days continues and she who shalt smite The Great Evil grows more powerful even as The Great Evil sends forth pain and ruin in increasing contempt for Those Who Must be Saved, and with greater disregard for The Wrath. The Lap Dog of Lunacy serves The Great Evil with greater deceit and has summond forth his minion to aid in the destruction of sanity.

Still there is hope, for a shepperd in the East meets with People Who can Change things.

Thor … where have you been?

I got a haircut the other day. I’m sure we are all aware of the exercise in horror haircuts usually work out to be for me … but this one wasn’t bad.

The woman was pretty nice, wasn’t a talker, didn’t need to periodically stop to put on her glasses to confirm she was doing what she thought she was doing, didn’t rob me of 20 dollars, didn’t project her sibling disputes on me, didn’t insist I get a new style when I didn’t want one, didn’t have an assistant with a fake French accent standing next to me holding my cup of water should I require it, didn’t try to hit on me, and didn’t sing along to the lesser known hits of Madonna the entire time …

But still I was waiting for it … I mean something was bound to go horribly horribly wrong after all … I hadn’t had a good hair cut experience since I stopped going to Buex Chevox in West Lafayette Indiana.

Surely I thought - although everything seemed to be going to plan - this was going to end up some really bad cut.

But actually … she did a pretty good job.

… Now … she did tell me that the hairspray I was using was all but killing my hair and I had to stop it if I didn’t want it to all die out completely … like … tomorrow …

She was seriously concerned.

But then I had an eye Dr. tell me I was gonna go blind over what turned out to be an extremely mild and common condition, and a dentist tell me I may have oral cancer over what was apparently nothing more than contusion from an aggressive taco chip incident. I think I’ll not worry too much about my hair falling out over night. (I have however switched to a non-hair-spray product).

All in all … it could have been much worse.

Today we’ve had our first case of a user uploading their photos to the davidmeade.com gallery!

I love this feature … now not only will the galleries be more up to date and more complete… but the site gets updated by the masses not just me, and that’s a good thing!

Be sure to keep an eye on the “Recently added to the scrapbook” box on the main page to see what the masses have been adding to the davidmeade.com photo galleries!

Last night - desperate for diet coke - I visited the small grocery that is right across the street from my apartment.

I don’t usually go here because the selection is extremely limited and it’s over priced… but they have diet coke, and I was in need… and I didn’t want to walk to the walgreens.

Thankfully this small store finally started to carry the “fridge packs” of soda. For those of you who aren’t familiar with them they are 12 packs of cans which fit nicely in a refrigerator. If you turn a can on it’s side, the fridge packs are one can wide and two cans high and 6 cans deep. It’s a large rectangular block of soda (a beautiful thing really). And, after I had a few impulse buys I went in search of the fridge packs.

I finally found them conveniently located near the chips. However…not so conveniently the store employees had stacked them. Three packs side by side to form a square. Three perpendicular stacks side by side stacked on top of them… and the pattern continued to well above eye level.

And whats worse… these were not 1 stack of diet coke, 1 stack of sprite, 1 stack of Regular, etc … these were completely randomly mixed.

So in order to get my Diet Coke (and I WAS going to get my diet coke) I had to take a fridge pack from roughly the middle right side…sliding it out without toppling the whole stack. It was without question the largest game of Jenga I had ever played…and potentially the most devastating.

Now I know what you’re thinking… “David you do not have the sort of luck to be doing this sort of thing” … and I would agree with you. However …. I must have my diet coke.

I managed to get my fridge pack out successfully and even to slide in a nearby Canada Dry into it’s place. So I got my fix and slept through the night.

Which brings us to this morning when I got in a cab driven by none other than Ronnie Milsap. I assure you he’s quite alive … and driving a cab in Chicago.

Now I know what your thinking… “David Ronnie Milsap is blind… you shouldn’t have gotten into the cab” … and I would agree with you… but oddly he was a better driver than some others with perfect vision.

While in the cab I found in my wallet a long lost receipt on which I had written a note to myself to make sure it wasn’t actually charged to my account (there had apparently been some confusion). However… the only ink on this receipt was from my pen… there was no trace of the register ink at all. A total, my signature, and the word “void” on an otherwise completely blank perfectly white piece of register receipt paper. It seems my writing “void” on the receipt had someone erased this meal from ever happening… who knew I could alter the time line!?

….is it Friday yet?

We had a three day weekend last weekend during which Mom and Dad came up to visit. They took the train this time, and I showed them around a bit of Chicago. It was a good time.

And with the long weekend comes a short week … but it couldnt be short enough.

I’m exceptionaly busy lately, extremely frustrated, and more than a little stressed out … so… it’s unlikely I’ll get to blog a really good blog this week Which is a shame since following a 3 day weekend would usually have been many great blogs ….

Maybe I can eventually get things back to some sort of normality here and get the blog back to what it should be. But… not this week.