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Friday, May 31, 2002 8:18 PM now... ...the rain is coming down quite hard now. i'm going to stand in it and think of you... 7:14 PM crazy lady She walks into the pharmacy, cuts all those who are waiting patiently on line, those techs who are in the know run. I hide over by the sink, from there I can see when she leaves, I can also appear busy, I sit back to watch the show. One pharmacist, who has never "helped" her walks up to the counter, we'll call this pharmacist J. She immediately starts out on the attack, her goal is to get what she wants and to get it fast, of course she has no idea what she wants, or that that may be a problem. "Give me my medications. Now!" J. kindly asks for her name, and it is given. It is then repeated and repeated again while J. goes to look for the meds. She keeps repeating the name, it is her mantra, I don't even know if she knows that she is repeating it. J. finds no medications. As always she has not called any in. She is under the assumption, we think and there has been much discussion on this subject among us techs, that she believes that we are following her every move, that we can read her mind, that we know what she needs but are unwilling to give it to her. J. asks her what she needs so that he can fill it. She says that she wants all of her pills. She wants them now. She'll be back tomorrow and they better be ready. She leaves, as always, with a threat. "You better give me my pills or I'm going to come back with my pal Gladys and she will rip off your scrotum and shove it down your throat." She then storms out. The customers behind her make way. The rest of us come out of hiding. Life goes on. We console J. and tell him of her other exploits. She returns 4 hours later. She now has a list of the medications she needs. She must have taken some of her others as she is now more subdued. Once again we all hide, and another pharmacist, who will be A. helps her so that J. will not be emasculated. She hands A. a note and then leaves. "Rx# 15XXXXX6 30 Medication(X) 100 mg Rx# 15XXXXX3 #90 Medication(Y) 1mg. Fill it no buts or buts about it. ------------ Rx# 15XXXXX4 #60 Artan To cut it Short ask the Newton District Court and the Judge of that court and State Police Officer Lt. Kelly. Pronto!" * We fill these prescriptions and all read the note. We all scratch our heads and fill the scripts. Then she calls, I unfortunately have answered the phone. She wants her scripts transferred to Stop and Shop. "Now! and you best be quick about it or ...." "Ma'am, could you please call that Pharmacy and have them call us, thank you." So I lied, I got away from her cheap. When Walgreens calls, (yes Wallgreens) their Pharmacist states that he has been demanded to get these scripts and fill them, or god willing. We offered condolences and gleefully transferred her away. * medication data has been altered so that I can keep my job Thursday, May 30, 2002 11:24 PM ah giulio... "...I knew him well horatio, a man of infinite jest..." This is your brain with a PHD in Physics. from giulio's archive of his head 4:51 PM on the clipboard 1) Bike ride tonight, at least if not more then 10 miles. Hopefully to be done at a quick and rewarding pace. The pain in my legs will not try to talk me out of it. I will feel better when I have finished. My bike will enjoy the ride and beg me to take it on another. If I do not it will threaten to throw me under a bus at the first opportunity. 2) I will not sit on my ass in front of the computer after 5:15 pm. The computer holds me under no power. 3) A PS2 is a very good thing to buy. 4) A story will rip itself out of my head and magically appear on the paper in front of me. 5) I must call my godfather's friend. 9:59 AM phone Disconnected yet again this morning. I put up a sign. Hopefully it will never happen again. Wednesday, May 29, 2002 10:04 PM better Feeling a little bit better. Still slightly pissed. NYC Bloggers. Cool, entered Keith's site at 7th Avenue on the F. Wish there was a Boston Bloggers site. UPDATE There is a boston bloggers site. Thanks to Jeff for the link. Wish it had a cool map though, pout :( 10:34 AM memorial Dear "Friends of Bill Cutillo" We are pleased to announce the 5th Annual Bill Cutillo Memorial Golf Tournament. The Tournament will raise money for the Cutillo Family to defray the cost of their yearly Health Insurance. This is a great way to keep Bill's memory alive and bring us all together..... ------ I just love my dad's old friends. This is the best thing that happens to me and mine every summer. Monday, July 15, 2002. If you'd like to play, or just want to go to the dinner email me. Tuesday, May 28, 2002 11:21 PM blue couch, home needed for I ventured to the big apple this memorial day weekend. I had a lot of fun. Pics to follow. Promise. I travelled back to Boston by train today. Arrival was at 11:20pm at South Station. I had to go straight to work. Got to work at 12:30. I worked. I got home at 7:40pm. I just have to ask, why is it that whenever I go away something has been done to the house that just pisses me off? My cordless phone was disconnected from the wall. Someone moved the base unit and it took me 20 minutes to find the damn thing. The living room is a mess. But the thing that really pissed me off was the fact that my new futon frame was assembled. I was looking forward to assembling it. I wanted to assembly it. God fucking damn it, it's my futon. Of course there were parts and screws sitting on the table. After using the directions I was able to put them in their correct place. I am sure that whoever put it together thought he was doing a favor. BUT FOR CHRIST'S SAKE ITS MY FUTON FRAME. I spent over $200 on the damn thing. Now I'll never know if it was correctly put together, especially since the directions were in my room, and those missing parts were on the table. I may be acting a tad bit childish, but fuck. Oh and the blue couch was put on the front lawn and is soaking wet. This is the same spot that the desk occupied for 4 months when someone moved it out of the house. Please come and give it a home, it has a pull out mattress. Thursday, May 23, 2002 6:02 PM You are called by the state.... It first happened in 1992, I had registered to vote the previous year in my home town. My mother never even told me to much much later. I was called to serve jury duty in Suffolk County, NY, but my mom told them that I would be away at school in Boston and so could not serve. That September I registered to vote in Boston so that I could vote in the presidential elections. This led to me being called in 1993 to serve in Suffolk County, Massachusetts for the summer of '93. But I was to be on Long Island at the time and so once again I was excused. This is when my mother told me of the previous summoning. I felt lucky that I had bucked the system twice. Massachusetts must have notified New York, because I was called in Suffolk County, NY. AGAIN. For the third time I was going to be in another state at the time of the request and so was excused. Now I was getting cocky but scared. I was beginning to think that the computers that "randomly" pick out names were out to get me. I was called in Massachusetts again, Suffolk County, Mass. I was able to get out of it again because my dorm was in Brookline, which is Norfolk County, which meant I couldn't serve on a Suffolk County District Court. When the computers got around to calling me in Norfolk in 1995 I was living and working in Connecticut at my co-op. Woo-hoo: Mike 5, Jury Duty zip. At this time the computers bided their time. They laid in wait till I was back in Mass and then hit me when I least expected it and when I believed that I had hidden my tracks and they lost the trail. I was called in Suffolk County, Mass. I lived in Suffolk County. I wasn't moving any time soon. I had to go to West Roxbury District Court. I was not happy, but at least I had a full time job that had to pay me. It was 1998. I spent the whole day in an overheated room where they played crappy movie after crappy movie making it impossible to read. I got a headache. We were only once called in to court. I was not even close to being impaneled. We left the courtroom feeling sorry for those with low numbers and nervous that they might call us back. They never did. But the crappy movies continued to be played. My first time of civil obligations and I was forced to watch bad '80's and '70's movies with actors I had vague memories of being on The Love Boat. I spent the rest of the day at the Arboretum which was right next door just trying to recover a sense of balance. I was hoping for a similar day Tuesday. It started out exactly the same but just in a newer courthouse and, THANKGOD, no endless stream of movies. But my slip said I was on Panel 1, that I was Juror 8. I just hoped there were allot of pleas and dug into my book. At 12:30, the court officer returned, we all were hoping that he was about to let us go to lunch. No. We entered Session 5 of Dorchester District Court. I was called. I was not challenged. I was not asked a single question. I now had to judge a man's life. It was a domestic abuse case. Assault and Battery. A and B with a deadly weapon (aka Door). B and E at night. Intimidation of witnesses. Threats of bodily harm. Breaking a Restraining Order. After opening statements, we though the defense would have a hard time. As it was, the Defense Attorney should have just sat down after the assistant DA rested. She brought up 3 witnesses. The alleged victim and 2 police officers. Her story was full of holes and contradicted her statements to the cops and in her written complaint. But still we thought that she might be telling the truth. We just needed evidence, collaborating evidence. We thought we'd get it. The cops did not submit it. The sergeant told us that he had received the complaint. He told us that he filed a complaint. He told us he saw no signs of the door being kicked in. He said that the alleged victim did not seek medical attention and that she appeared to have no marks on her. He said he never spoke to the defendant. He said nothing to help the State's case. The detective told us that he had received the complaint. That he had sought a restraining order. That he never spoke to the victim or the defendant. That the cop that did is on medical leave. He said nothing that helped the State's case. The State rested. The defense put up 4 witnesses, including the defendant, 3 of which were present. They all said the same thing. They all said the same thing. They all contradicted the alleged victims testimony. 3 against 1. We weren't totally sure that they were all telling the truth, but we weren't going to convict on he said/ she said testimony. We knew that defendant had gone to pick up his daughter with witnesses. We knew that the alleged victim had refused to hand over child. We didn't know if this happened at 9:30 PM (State) or 6:30 PM (defense). We knew that the defendant left and went home. We did not know if the defendant called the alleged victim. We knew that a complaint was entered at the court and a restraining order issued. All else was up in the air. In 15 minutes of deliberations we all voted Not Guilty to all counts. None of us understood why this case made it to court. The judge, when we talked with him afterwards, gave us the impression that he didn't understand how this got to his court. We know there had to be other evidence that we did not hear. There were tons of things that we thought would have helped the State's case. Phone records being the big one. The written evidence submitted and the testimony given by the State contradicted each other. I just hope that when the custody hearings go to Probate that no more outbreaks happen. Please. Tuesday, May 21, 2002 5:35 PM nope I did not spend my whole time reading. Nor will I tomorrow. Monday, May 20, 2002 11:41 PM Jury Duty I have that civil responsibility tomorrow. At 8:30 on the other side of the city. No idea how long the trip by train will be, and then I have to walk a mile. Oh well, I'll get paid for a whole day of reading. Hopefully. I would rather spend the day reading then actually having to serve. That is what I did last time, lets hope it repeats. Also: A year ago I graduated college. Where has that gotten me lately? Huh? And Happy birthday to my sister Jenny, who is 19 today. Sunday, May 19, 2002 9:17 PM spring stupidity I am still going at it. I have done allot, my desk is set up and clean, I've moved some things around, but there is still a ton to do. Of course while I am doing all of this, there is a little party going on downstairs. Alex, one of my housemates is throwing a bbq. An eastern European bbq. I went down when it started ate some food and then came back up here to work. I'm shy what can I say. So at 7:30 I turn on the TV and watch the Simpsons as a break. A girl waiting in line for the bathroom comes over and asks if I am one of the housemates. Now if you know me, then you may know how I think. I could have just said "yep, I'm Mike." She was cute. But as I am me, and have absolutely no idea what the hell I am doing half the time, I say something a tad bit cruel. "I am sitting in the room aren't I? Watching TV." Then give that stupid little shrug like she was an idiot for asking that question. I felt like kicking myself. 1:47 PM cds For gods sake never allow me to enter a record store again. 5/17/02 - Best Buy - Watertown Moby- 18 5/17/02 - Tower Records - Harvard Square New Order - Brotherhood Joy Division - Les Bains Douches 18 December 1979 Moby - Animal Rights/Little Idiot 5/18/02 - Newbury Comics - Newbury Street New Order - 60 Miles an Hour Tour EP New Order - Here to Stay CD 1 Depeche Mode - Goodnight Lovers CDBONG 33 5/18/02 - Virgin Megastore - Newbury Street Joy Division - Heart and Soul (Boxed Set) Rough Trade Shops - electronic 01 (compilation) * * Not everyday you can buy an album with the Dr. Who theme song. Hmmm, looks like a shopping list. Seriously, no more cds for a month. 1:41 PM spring messing Today I start cleaning my room. Oh, wait I started that last week. Wait correction last month. Nope last year. Hmmm, maybe I'll just go outside and read instead. Saturday, May 18, 2002 11:53 PM love will tear us apart 22 years ago today, Ian Curtis committed suicide. This isn't a fact that I normally carry around in my head. I actually stumbled upon it on the 12th when searching for New Order and Joy Division websites. But I forgot it. Today while wandering the city, I stumbled across Heart and Soul, and decided to buy it. It is only now that I remember. 10:28 PM update Books section is now up to date. Added some links: Textism and Open Brackets cause I like them allot. Also my cousin Matt is in a new band in Hamburg called No Life Lost. 9:20 PM Peter Porker, The Amazing Spider-Ham Saw it today. Loved it. Fulfilled the geeky 12 year old dreams. Friday, May 17, 2002 11:11 PM sound escaping from a vacuum cleaner Migraines tend to make me try to think less. I start running without conscious thought. I move by instinct and herd impulse. I start popping Excedrin like I need them to breathe, which I do, breathing makes my head move, ever so slightly, which causes my brain to jar, which causes a splitting piercing pain to tear my head straight open. This is not good. Music, ironically loud music, helps me to calm down, which helps my head to stop splitting. My glasses just get in the way. The TV and computer add threefold to the pain. Books betray me, my beloved books. I can just sit, still. But I can't sit still. It's a small problem. I can't fall asleep, but sleep will rectify the problem and give me peace in the morning/afternoon or whenever I wake. I can write, but only by hand, and not for long, unless I am drinking tea, hopefully iced, with some lemon and a lot of sugar. Coke, my friend and companion, does not help me at all. Aimless walking, though it includes moving which is bad, which is just a repetitive thoughtless activity, also helps. I may find myself across town, or in the middle of a park at a late hour, and therefore bad times. But my headache will recede, so the danger is worth it. When I write with a migraine I never know what the end product will be. Usually there are just sparks of coherence. But then no matter my mental state that is the outcome. My migraine is gone, for the this moment. Thursday, May 16, 2002 9:45 PM Histronomictivity I still find it comforting that the more I read, the more I realize the less I know. Every once in awhile I get those blasts of ego, where my superiority id succeeds in reducing the common man to just an ant. Its always good to get the smack of reality at these moments. To remind me that there is no common man. There are just the bunch of us. Monday, May 13, 2002 12:02 PM bridge visions I walked across a bridge that I will never cross again by foot. Yesterday I was one of the 200,000 or so of the masses that decided to brave the rain and see the most visual creation of a very big dig. I wanted, while I thought about the crossing, to be able to take pictures, to film and run and go all the places that were cordoned off from us. Instead I was like a deer in the headlights. Staring at the peaks and the structure of our new bridge. I did take some memories away with me, but they are mine, and I will store them and treasure them a little while by myself. While walking and viewing the things that my brethren have built I was thinking about over some thoughts and ideas and dreams. I was happy and not just for the fact that the line that I was on was just a 20 minute wait. Sunday, May 12, 2002 8:36 PM divisible Sometimes I forget just how much I love Joy Division. Saturday, May 11, 2002 10:43 PM Summons/Handbook Supplement Reminder Notice Dear Perspective Juror: You are reminded that you must report for juror service on: Date: May 21,2002 At: XXXXXXXX District Courthouse 2nd Floor XXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXX, MA XXXXX --STANDBY JUROR INFORMATION-- You are to consider yourself on "Standby Status." STANDBY PHONE NUMBER=617-XXX-XXXX PANEL NUMBER=01 You must call this standby phone number after 3PM on the business day before your assigned date to determine if you must report as scheduled. A recorded message will tell you whether your panel must appear. A map, directions, and parking availability information are provided below for your convenience. On the reverse side of this notice is a Confidential Juror Questionnaire that you must fill out and have with you when you report. Failure to appear for juror service is a crime which is, upon conviction, punishable by a fine of not more than $2000. For questions unrelated to your standby status, you may call 1-800-THE-JURY. Please be very patient. We receive as many as 3000 phone calls per day. Respectfully, Jury Commissioner for the Commonwealth Friday, May 10, 2002 11:30 PM updates I finally loaded up the content, books and me pages. Also my very, in need of update and repair and all that jazz, resume is posted. I am pretty pooped, but also, there is a home page, which I like but don't see a point of, but which I think looks cool, and the geocities index page has changed too. Toodles. Thursday, May 09, 2002 5:51 PM weekend planning I want to do something this weekend. I want to be more then a bump on the couch. I was planning on maybe playing golf, but J. had some surgery this week, and as he is the only friend I know that plays that's off. I might go for a walk/hike. I would like to hit the Blue Hills or even just the arboretum. But the weather looks iffy. I want to go for a ride. But I really need to rebuild the bike before that happens. I will definitely be walking across the bridge on Sunday though. Anyone care to join me? Wednesday, May 08, 2002 6:00 PM hangover Today I have weighed twice my own. Today my limbs dragged at the same speed as my befuddled thoughts. Today all I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep under the blue sky in a hammock or on a blanket in a wide field of grass. Today I moved just slightly slower then the living dead. Chanting, "Sleep. Sleep. Brains Sleep." Under my breath as a mantra to try and suppress the various songs that wished to attain control of all my thought processes. "Maybe I'm just like my mother. She's never, never, never satisfied. Why do we scream at each other, this is what it sounds like when doves cry." Every once in awhile they breakthrough and careen out of control until they run out of steam or words. Or until the phone rings and pierces through my skull. "Thats when I reach for my revolver." Now I sit here as minutes act like hours and muscle turns into green slime and gravity exponentially increases its pull. Once again, I wonder why I stayed out in the smoke until unknown time. I ache for sleep and release. Today I wondered again. Today the days began. - - - - To top it all off when I get home there is an email: "Your cars suck." Now as I know this libeler, and I know his situation I can say that 2 cars broken down in my driveway are worth more than a metrocard in your pocket. Tuesday, May 07, 2002 6:18 PM Einstein Files FBI Agent: "Hmmm, I'm bored today, lets read some of Einstein's mail." Hoover: "Good Idea. By the way how do I look in this dress?" The FBI Files. Sunday, May 05, 2002 12:11 AM The Curse of 1981 My 1981 Honda Accord. My 1981 Dodge Aires K. Every car I have ever owned has been a 1981 model. My first car was a Chevy Chevette. I know, pretty bad. Saturday, May 04, 2002 9:09 PM Orphaned comments "...Those shoes are evil, they tried to take over the world, and telephone wires are their prisons. ....Your brother wants a nickel, should I give him my beer can?" 8:50 PM teeeny tiny turtle I am much larger then this of course. link from evhead 6:13 PM update Something was wrong with the May archive. It wasn't there. Fixed, so permanent links work again. (Permalinks are the turtles.) Today is laundry and dead mouse cleanup day. 11:27 AM bomb Verisign Friday, May 03, 2002 11:36 PM duckies Wednesday, May 01, 2002 3:08 AM oh my god. Telescope Opens Window on Dawn of the Universe Hubble's stunning new vision Hubble’s New View New Hubble peers deep into cosmic past, future NASA news release.

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