Greetings to all of you fine folks again, Mr. Revell reporting.
Perhaps you on wondering why on earth one would want to take a break from Heaven, since it is indeed after all perfect and the fulfillment of everything I could possibly want in this world. Really, I would normally agree with you, but when one has a five dolla footlong waiting all alone in the refrigerator, sometimes Heaven just has to wait.
My lunch hour is rather short, especially when compared to the 8 hours of the day spent behind the counter.
Until next time
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Ah, the wonders of Blogging
Greetings everyone, I am Mr. Revell, otherwise known to my friends simply as Revell, or perhaps Josh, depending on when they met me. I am from the little town of Millsboro in glorious Lower Sussex County Delaware. Incidentally, I like to refer to this little wonder of ground as God's Own Country (GoC), where there are high tides and green grass forever into the horizon.
Though I hearken from GoC, and live and work there during non school periods of the year, I must make the immigration to the north for the winter, to Newark, Delaware, where I attend the University of Delaware (see any patterns here?). I am, regrettably, a Business Management major at the present time (more on this later).
I work at a lumber yard in GoC, Sussex Lumber (original, I know), or as some tend to refer to it, simply Heaven. It is indeed glorious, with its splendor well hidden behind dusty floors and several very un-straight Salt Treated boards sitting in the yard, to which many complaints have been leveled as of late. Sussex Lumber (Heaven from here on out) is really summed up in the attitudes swirling in the revered isles, as opposed to the variety of odds and ends that settle there. I have had many life view changing expiriences in this hallowed place, some rather positive and others not so much. My seven years there have indeed perhaps had a little dabbling in how I have turned out, which is why this place deserves a paragraph in my first come back blog.
In my spare time I like to waste my own time on a little game called World of Warcraft, where I possess several characters (for specifics, drop me a line). Otherwise, I am rather dull. I don't tend to go out to parties, since I have had run ins with the police at such, and I don't tend to hang out with folks a whole lot (perhaps due to having to report to Heaven the next day, or a particularly gripping night of WoW).
But back to the question at hand, Why are you doing this Mr. Revell? To answer such a question, which no doubt is dancing around in the lovely little ballroom between your ears, I feel as if the period of time which I have survived to requires me to write. I feel the need to write, almost like I have a sworn duty to inform the uninformed of my issues in life (which I have many), and perhaps shed a different light on other issues that the other sources of information you may have attempt to persuade you a different way. Perhaps I am just writing this out of a megalomaniac sense in my own delusions of power, and putting my ideas out there, but bear with me. I have been confined to page after page of preset answers to preset and precise questions all year, and those at the lumber yard at which I work do not want me to ramble on in their ears.
With that, I leave you fine folks, to enjoy the rest of your day. More fun to be had later, no doubt, when I have more time to think and compose my thoughts on what I would like to lecture my audiences with.
Though I hearken from GoC, and live and work there during non school periods of the year, I must make the immigration to the north for the winter, to Newark, Delaware, where I attend the University of Delaware (see any patterns here?). I am, regrettably, a Business Management major at the present time (more on this later).
I work at a lumber yard in GoC, Sussex Lumber (original, I know), or as some tend to refer to it, simply Heaven. It is indeed glorious, with its splendor well hidden behind dusty floors and several very un-straight Salt Treated boards sitting in the yard, to which many complaints have been leveled as of late. Sussex Lumber (Heaven from here on out) is really summed up in the attitudes swirling in the revered isles, as opposed to the variety of odds and ends that settle there. I have had many life view changing expiriences in this hallowed place, some rather positive and others not so much. My seven years there have indeed perhaps had a little dabbling in how I have turned out, which is why this place deserves a paragraph in my first come back blog.
In my spare time I like to waste my own time on a little game called World of Warcraft, where I possess several characters (for specifics, drop me a line). Otherwise, I am rather dull. I don't tend to go out to parties, since I have had run ins with the police at such, and I don't tend to hang out with folks a whole lot (perhaps due to having to report to Heaven the next day, or a particularly gripping night of WoW).
But back to the question at hand, Why are you doing this Mr. Revell? To answer such a question, which no doubt is dancing around in the lovely little ballroom between your ears, I feel as if the period of time which I have survived to requires me to write. I feel the need to write, almost like I have a sworn duty to inform the uninformed of my issues in life (which I have many), and perhaps shed a different light on other issues that the other sources of information you may have attempt to persuade you a different way. Perhaps I am just writing this out of a megalomaniac sense in my own delusions of power, and putting my ideas out there, but bear with me. I have been confined to page after page of preset answers to preset and precise questions all year, and those at the lumber yard at which I work do not want me to ramble on in their ears.
With that, I leave you fine folks, to enjoy the rest of your day. More fun to be had later, no doubt, when I have more time to think and compose my thoughts on what I would like to lecture my audiences with.
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