Saturday, May 27, 2006
OK, been trying to figure out some pearls to post here, and have actually typed out several different scenarios... all of them leave me feeling less than literary... Lets just say, that the next week has me all atwitter... got a couple things coming up that are exciting me very much... some of it will be made public (hopefully soon) and some of it will never see the light of day... it is a deep dark secret... So I have the most fantastic breakfast sitting here... big ol' cup of coffee... a bag of chili cheese Fritos, and the glory of glories, cooked salami sticks out of the vending machine... talk about the breakfast of champions... I bet I am gonna be one foul breathed mf'er today... So lets couple that with a glass of Airborne and a daily multivitamin... my body is so confused right now... On another topic, I have almost finished reading "Wicked"... In case you are not familiar with this, it is the story of the Wicked Witch of the West from the wizard of OZ... Basically it is her back story and explains how things came to be the way they are (were?) in Oz... I will never be able to watch that movie again without hissing at the screen... I am loving it... just the kind of twist on reality that I love... the consideration of alternative concepts and thought patterns that falls right into my certain something special... I recommend reading it... I need a vacation, a real type of vacation, wanna go someplace with the word "devil" in the name... someplace where the expectations are low and the good times take care of themselves... someplace not too far or long to get to, but far enough away that I wouldn't consider going there on a day trip... uhh, parachutes? no, no parachutes... I want to go to one of those places that, when you get there, you start thinking about ways to stay there, like move there for good and open a little fish and chips shack, where you make the french fries from whole potatoes every morning... or you can sell crap to people from somewhere else and you live in a trailer out back... Somehow this sounds like Oregon or BC... nothing like that around here... SAY... who's with me? We can start our own little community or "compound" and take turns being in charge, although that would probably not work because I would not listen to the other leaders, but still... we could develop our own new set of morals and each and every one of you would probably see me walking around naked at one point or another... but it would be ok, cause that is the type of freedom we would have... the freedom to see me walk around naked... hell, you could too... we could stand around pretending not to notice each others private bits while we are weeding the garden or pumping water from the well... Dude, we could, like, do the bio diesel thing, you know, make our own... or maybe roast organic coffee and milk goats and things to make cheese... and eat the goats, with some olive oil and rosemary and garlic with some little potatoes... yeah... what am I missing... oh, there must be a million things... oh, the Sabbath would be on Mondays... so we would have the whole weekend to do our thing then Monday off cause nobody rolls on the Sabbath... Yeah... Posted 1/30/2006 at 1:29 PM |
There are few things worse, in my opinion, than walking into the mensroom here at work. If it ain't some naked dude standing there then it is someone trying to pinch off a loaf. The grunting and groaning just really freaks me out... much less hearing a big 'ole plop or spatter... but enough of that. Today I am wishing I had skills... not sure what skills... just skills... Feel like I am lacking in something... like I should be whipping this computer around like a yo-yo... or doing something skillful, like training dolphins to carry explosives or something... you know what I mean? Did I ever mention that I had considered joining the peace corps after I got out of highschool? For real... had this romantic notion of going someplace and helping the heathens with their plumbing or something... it escapes me now, but I do remember finding out that you couldn't just join without having something to offer... there's that skills thing again... Should have taken that offer of cooking school when it was offered... eh, not really... well maybe... Well, maybe I gots some sort of skills, just got another Starbucks card... but it would have been nice if I got this card for kicking ass with a guitar solo or something... or like as the prize for winning a Thai Boxing match... Sigh... there was something something about something, and I was gonna be all witty and shit all over it... but then I forgot, or decided it wasn't funny after all, forget which... Went to the Great Wall Shopping Mall on Saturday with Noner... it was PACKED... something about Chinese New Year... anyhow, I picked up some supplies... like 5 bottles of this hot saucy stuff, 2 different brands... got a couple other things that make me smelly and stuff (from the inside out... ask DNA)... so we stood in line for quite a while and I am like the tallest dude in there... anyhow, the cashiers always freak me out there. They are always shouting to each other and waving things about and stuff. While I was getting checked out the cashier hollered at the cashier next line over in Korean or Chinese, not sure... For some reason I am imagining that she was telling the other cashier to "check it out, this guy is buying 5 bottles of Ketchup." Like the special sauce I was so happy to find and purchase was some super typical household staple in Asia. Isn't that a HOOT... Whew... could you imagine??? Heheh, funny... damn... Posted 1/23/2006 at 3:32 PM |
Ughghg... Ok, so check this out... started out my day (and it continues) with some gastrointestinal distress of some sort, either brought on my lots of sausage and cheese pizza (hhmnnn, Stellar Pizza) or from drinking out of my dirty water glass... I ran some hot water in the glass to clean it out, damn... Then, leaving for work, had to hit the ground running. Get to the street and see the bus coming up the hill... So I had to RUN!!! Uphill, against a strong headwind, with a 50 pound pack on my back... wearing a down coat, a hoodie underneath that, my official Pabst delivery driver shirt and a long sleeve thermal shirt beneath that... I made it, and the bus was like 1000 degrees celcius (thats right, 1832 F)... Poor sweaty me... So I listened to my music, enjoyed this song, You're pretty when I'm drunk by the Bloodhound Gang... it's a fun song, but now it is stuck in my head... keep hearing this human beat box huffin and puffin... random lines popping into my brain... over and over and over... Get to work and check my personal email and find an email from my old lady, chastising me (rightly so) for something I had done (I am taking care of it baby)... which is fine... except for the fact that I am in the process of quiting smoking... got kind of a strange buzz going on, even with a patch on, and reality does not present itself as especially realistic at the moment... everything is uncomfortable and cluttered and confusing yet kinda fun... I am enjoying this... feel like I am catching myself from falling, it is a strange feeling... and then, and then... And then these wild howling monkies flew out my ass, all angry and throwing shit everywhere... This ain't no pity party, I am just talkin'... just noticing things and talkin' about it... Mr. Pibb + Red Vines = Crazy Delicious Posted 1/17/2006 at 11:41 AM |
...I remember when I was young, I had myself convinced that I could walk between the raindrops. Well, not so much convinved as I wasn't that messed up, but I told myself I could. And damn if it didn't seem like I stayed dryer... I had to walk a little funny, kinda swaying back and forth to avoid the drops or something... but when you think about it, there really is a lot of space between the drops... It ain't like one solid sheet of water... bunch of little individual drops, here and there... they don't HAVE to be right where you are standing... Posted 1/13/2006 at 10:25 AM |
OK, so I was on the bug yesterday, as it my want, and I had to sit near the Sausage again. He was sleeping. He is growing out his hair (still) and looks quite like a Chia Pet...
Posted 1/10/2006 at 10:34 AM |
Do NOT click on THIS LINK!!! Although, and I mean this completely seriously, the image on the other end is one of the most fabulous things I have ever seen. Completely safe for work... but muy peligroso!!! OK, click on THIS ONE... not nearly as good, but this is what the lo-fi version looks like. Posted 1/6/2006 at 5:7 PM |
First off... check this out: http://www.websters-online-dictionary.org/. Type your last name in and it gives you all sorts of funky data...
Posted 1/6/2006 at 2:36 PM |