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This special Halloween issue of my blog isn’t going to be about the depression that comes from this day
as an adult. For a great read on that topic, visit the Matthew. This will be about the workplace
environment on this day.

In the corporate world, Halloween is simply an excuse to wear stuff that is normally deemed
inappropriate. Not every day do you see a pimp and a hockey player walking around the main office of
a major dot com corporation. This is health on this holiday. But some people use it as an excuse to
wear other things that do not constitute a costume. My supervisor wore a quit shirt (kinda “retired
hippie”-ish). That’s just weird. Not that it’s a problem. If the dress code weren’t as lax I would use
today as an excuse to wear jeans and a T-shirt. I wear that every day though, so no dice. I should have
at least worn a hat or something, but... nah.

Someone came into our room and wondered why the “creative” department wasn’t dressed up. We all
started wondering why we were called the creative department. It truly makes no sense, but we
couldn’t really come up with better.

I'm not going to get into the deep believes and pseudoscience of the paranormal. That's is a brainache, and I already have one. Sufficed to say, the whole premise has me skeptical. Yeah, I'm analytical. I like evidences to things in order to believe them. This may seem strange as I am pretty religious, but I get around it by using testimony as an evidence (testimony meaning personal belief gained through witness from God). So, when it comes to ghosts, I'm skeptical. I'm not going to bother praying to God to ask if ghosts are real. I don't think he'd answer me, because it really doesn't matter. And if it does, he wouldn't because I think he wouldn't. There's no way around this. I've heard personal witnesses of others and their experiences, and I still remain skeptical.

I finally listened to my first episode of "This American Life" and was pleased with what I found. It began with a ghost story with a completely logical and plausible explanation, which can be used not only for itself, but possibly for other stories of ghostly visitations. Other things included are rabid woodland creatures, loving parents, and (my favorite part) a long experience with forensic pathology.

I would suggest listening to the whole thing, but if nothing else, I would say to listen to the first story, and perhaps the last 16 or so minutes. I wish I could blog more about it, but some people like reading ahead before listening to clips I include.

In the past few weeks I have been more and more involved in politics. I hate politics. I don't know why I've been more involved, other than the fact that at work I have nothing better to do than listen to Bob Lonsberry, and the person sitting next to me is somewhat interested.
All I have to say is that I miss being blissfully ignorant. What do I know that I didn't before?

1- The Democrats are poised to retake congress. (so says the Onion Radio News: http://www.theonion.com/content/node/54409)

2- This means that the next speaker of the house will be crazy nut-bar Nancy Pelosi. This wouldn't have bothered me so much a few weeks ago, as I had never heard of her. Now that I have done some research.. I hate her (out of principle of course). According to a website (http://www.ontheissues.org/CA/Nancy_Pelosi.htm) we disagree about everything. Just listen to her in this interview ( ). She's crazy.

This makes me feel hopeless. I really don't want to have her as the leader of one of the large assemblies of national government. There is nothing I can do about it. I live in Utah. All of our representatives will be republican, it's just a fact. Not only that, but I have neglected to register to vote, and now it is too late.

But it's not so bad. When there is something I am unhappy about, I am compelled to act. If there is nothing I can do about it, all I can do is sulk and go through the mourning process. For those of you unaware of what that is:

• Shock
• Denial
• Bargaining
• Guilt
• Anger
• Depression
• Resignation
• Acceptance and Hope

If the democrats take the house, and Nancy Filoozy is the speaker, I'll go through the process and move on. However, if there are things in my life I am not happy about and action on my part WILL make a difference, then we have a whole other issue. I'll have to either act, or subject myself to the process. The process isn't fun, so I'll act (unless the action is harder than the process... are you getting me?) and if my actions accomplish nothing, the process awaits anyway. Then the whole painful process of acting was just to set me up for the painfull process of... the process. If one would know that acting will fail from the beginning, what's the point of acting? Just move on to the process. Jason, you catching my subtle hints?

Of course, if the potential rewards of acting are oh so worth it, one might act anyway...

I've been trying to figure out what I am working for. The daily grind is not nearly enough fun to do just for the heck of it. So I've been thinking about what I really want in life. How can I achive it? What is my plan of action? I told Jason that I'm currently treading water. I'm not drowning, but I'm not really getting anywhere either. I need to figure out what I want and start swimming. Cool visual, huh?

So I found my direction. Once again, I have been inspired by the Onion Radio News. Please listen to the following link (careful, some language at the end). http://www.theonion.com/content/node/54465


What I need:
- Cool Apartment
- Job I don't hate
- Cute Girlfriend
- Camero (or jeep)

One down, three to go. All I need to do is get all of those things and my life will go into overdrive and stay there. Unless I lose my apartment... or my job... or my girlfriend.. or my Camero...

Today I had the random and unexpected opportunity to have my picture taken at work. At first I was skeptical, but I think it went well. At first it was just me posing but then Shawn had me hold a suitcase. Again, I was skeptical. But now I have a picture of me posing with a suitcase. Why is this good? Now I can steal pictures of far off places from the internet and put myself into them.

An example of the implimentation of this:

This picture is when I traveled to... wherever this is. I assume the flight was either to or from Australia.


Not the best photoshop job, and it looks fake, but this was done fast. You can at least see what I'm getting at. I can also pretend to travel through time as well. This next picture is from when I went to the 1960's to do some traveling.



I was really there, I promise. I can't even tell you what a fun and exciting trip it was. See, you fell for it. Works like a charm.