while i was in border's i also thumbed through probably 5 similar books....and not one has an ounce of content that i find interesting. truly, the books out there on k.c. are merely PHOTOGRAPHS without any documentation, history, story, etc.
thereby......leading me to believe that there is a true need of a RESEARCHED book on this great city. something that, of course, provides ENOUGH visual to explain the points that WE make in a researched, factual story about k.c., but exploring the city at a deeper level to understand its roots, its history, how it got to where it is today.
you notice the reference to we, above?
we....yes baby....we need to write it. i'm thinking probably a 3-5 year project. deciding how far back we want to go....where to focus.....how deep (deeper, deeper, pizza, pizza) we want it to be, and how deep we feel we can go without alienating the audience.
we can do this, siglo. we can do it well, and better than it has been done before. i know it.
so. do ya wanna co-author this beast? it would be fun. you KNOW it would be fun. and we stand to make a buck or two doing it.
interested?
well, the k.c. book is great. also
there are a couple of books
on old kc history that are good too, which i have, which you don't,
which cannot be found at any bookstore if you were the last man or
woman on earth. so i'll have to MEET you again some time (it would
be
just like starting over) and show them to you. but you're somewhat
correct. there aren't many good books on kc history, probably because
there ain't much history. know what i mean?
it all started in 1870 something and a bunch of fur-bearin' traders
workin' their goods in the ol' westport flea-baggin' area. then
there's that river thing, god, yes, the river, ma. and how those
ol'
cowpokes liked to use it to haul goods west from the mississippi up the
missouri and on to the western frontier. well, funny thing happened
down there yonder about the river market area and they figured they'd
get to settlin' and a shiftin', so they carved a big ass chunk o' land
out of the market area; and this was a MIGHTY big bluff, mind you; and
started forgin' and minin' the streets. damn thing is they were
crooked to the north south axis, so lo and behold some government dude
got the idea of this township, range section thingumajig and
straightened all that out, thank goodness.
you must watch cow and chicken, ONLY on cartoon network. excellent
ren
and stimpy style show, only funnier. it's a crack. moves like
lightning, the way a cartoon should.
great. you'll do it. i'm pleased as punch. when shall we start?
and meet? dare we meet? me
thinks not. what...you would change all this? and for what?
we'll meet at the first signing party. you know, that wounderful
day when our publisher arranges wines, cheeses, photos, CUSTOMERS, and
autograph session at our favorite
bookstore/coffee house. everything else
can be done by email and telephone. dig? just the way you like
it. ANO - NYM - ITY.
and just for the record, i believe you sell this city short. oh, we may not have had a tea party (boston) or be the political capitol of the world (d.c.) or the murder capital of the world (l.a.) but there is plenty of HIStory in k.c. think alcohol. prohibition. gambling. sex. MAFIOSO. battles. it's all been here, baby.
mo money....much of the ward parkway money....comes straight from boozin' & mobbin. dig?
the story is out there. it's our job to find it. why waste another day translating isms when we could instead do THIS.
hey. i saw the general's daughter with john travolta this weekend. it's pretty intense. he's a hell of an actor, and it's a psychological thriller.
you want to see a thriller of sorts go see 'enemy of the state', now on
video at a blockbuster near you. promotional spot paid for by time-
warner.
oh, yeah, the days of concrete, booze and money. i know the story
well. the pendergast era, but that was all later. nichols bought
land,
developed the parks and boulevard system from farmland, made billions
off the housing he planted along ze boulevard, no?, and away we go.
movin' right up to the cowtown in the sky. problem is kc is a sprawl.
it's not a real city in any sense of the word. its infrastructure
is
falling apart, it's SLOWLY being redeveloped into office parks,
suburban wastelands and downtown lofts; it lacks a police force worth
its weight in slush funds; and is headed on a hot ticket to NOWHERE
fast (stay tuned for the sequel). THAT i would like to write about
(as
many have of late, re: the pitch of the last couple of weeks). kevin
klinkenberg, a reasonably inept and oh, so intolerant of a young
would-be architect/writer, wrote an article on why kc is lacking in
luster (jerri-curl style). he made many good points, but missed the
boat on a host of other reasons why kc is starving for charm. he
missed the concept of zoning entirely, talking about how zoning here
segregates use, or promotes same. well, sort of, but not really.
zoning tends to build on itself. what is permitted in residential
districts is ALSO permitted in most commercial districts (though
perhaps not all), so it's not a cookie cutter, rubber stamp sort of
thing. he just doesn't get that, or so his article might lead one
to
believe. he also doesn't get the fact that many people have left
the
urban core because of rotting infrastructure, poor police protection,
bad services, etc., etc.; although there seems to be a raging lunacy
toward loft living downtown, for what reason i cannot decipher; after
all we're NOT denver, seattle, chicago, nyc, san fran or anything
remotely resembling coolness. you could practically buy a house of
your own for the prices they charge those sick people. yeah, it's
cool
in the sense that you can live in a bit of history and feel urbane, but
think of reality here. try not to forget it.
oh, i'll go there. another dream. it's like THIS. i'm living somewhere in midtown and working closeby (within walking distance). nothing about the place even remotely resembles our midtown, but that's where the little dream takes place. so i call you, and you say you'll meet me at my place for lunch. so i'm walking, get to my place, and you meet me there. it gets a little fuzzy here.......don't remember much......just saying goodbye to you, and looking at myself in the mirror and that being SCARY. my hair was all messed up, my clothes all wrinkled and untucked, you know the look. it was just odd. anyway.....that's what happened. the whole truth. and nothing but the truth. so help me....
then i went blind.
ok. so i still have the vision problem, but i'm hopeful that i am just not getting old and that's it's more than that. an aneurysm maybe. yes. that would suck just getting old. glasses and bifocals. anyway, if this persists i'll call my eye doctor and get checked out. vision is something i COMPLETELY take for granted.....and when it gets blurry, it gets scary. i still totally can not see the words on the screen without my specs. it's just nasty.
took off work last Thursday and Friday.
pretty much woke up, rejected work, and opted for vacation days.
plan to do the same this thursday and friday. i'm somewhat between
projects, so the pace will allow it. we're leaving friday for vegas.
my sis, her boyfriend, hubby and i.
should be interesting. always is.
although i hear it's 112 in the shade there now, and my sis (a/k/a the
goddess of SUN WORSHIP) wants to spend her days begging for skin cancer,
and i'd prefer instead to explore. find the roller coaster at the
top of the high rise and RIDE,
that type of thing. so we'll see.
also, i plan to win the big jackpot and quit my job and veg for a while.
i did a great deal of riding this weekend.
oh, get your mind out of the gutter....horsie do's of course......and i'm
a little sore near my end-oh, you know that special place between the upper
thighs, just south of paradise (ooooooohhhhhh YES YES YES). yesterday
was hysterical. i have this GORGEOUS quarter horse that is this INCREDIBLE
shade of
copper red, but very dark with near black
mane & tail. i call her BIG RED or GINGER SPICE. anyway,
she hasn't been ridden in months so i'm trying to get her to do something....ANYTHING...and
my hot shot brother-in-law (who has ZERO experience riding, but fears nothing)
comes to save the day. he's like let me get on that horse, i'll make
her mind. so i hop down, he gets
up, and off they go. after about 10 minutes of him she decides to
get rid of him. it was HYSTERICAL. she puts her head down and
takes off. dead run across the pasture, and he's holding on for dear
life, and she starts bucking and off he goes. he's walking with a
limp today, and i felt real bad that she did this, but he knew better.
so i rode her for another hour or so and worked it out of her. training
takes so much time and some people are so impatient. and horses have
a sense of who is on them and what they know (i.e., what they can get by
with). couple that with lack of knowledge about how to control or
stop a horse and you have an accident in the making. which is precisely
what happened. anyway, rode her a lot yesterday, and two others over
the weekend. it was really a lot of fun.
me thinks you don't have an aneurysm (or any other variable of the ism
category) or you'd be dead on the floor, DOA, a door mat, hostage for
an illegitimate life, daughter of the devil, taken to the holy land and
possessed like a stranger. 911 real life emergency would be on the
scene. you'd know if you had an aneurysm. hopefully just a
vision
problem, grandma.
but i'd love you anyway, i'd love you REAL good (as in 'me love you
long time').
oh, me love you long time too, siggie pie. speaking of pie, there's a new blockbuster movie out, american pie. heard of it? anyway....big scene is where a teen is caught by his father making whoopie to mom's home made apple pie. yup. daddy caught sonny boy with his weenie in the pie. bye, bye, american pie! we must see this movie.
welcome to the hotel california. got a message about california today, apparently a new virus which makes melissa seem sweet. if you get it, don't open it. uh.
okay, so maybe i'm not going to die of an aneurysm (as you so correctly spelled it, i'm assuming) but it sucks being visually challenged. and it's not getting better. oh, i'll call the eye doctor tomorrow if i still have this problem, but don't you think it is too soon to call him immediately? folks might think mesa a whimp.
so the big buzz of late is the new telco campus employee dress code. newspaper, television, radio, and every telco employee is talking about it. and dig this, my little ditch witcher. my friend jane (the technical writer) ...... are you sitting down???? sends me this email today. seems she is EDITING the freaking DRESS CODE prior to publishing it on the company INTRANET. with any luck, she'll leak me an early version, though we're told it's quite formal, which REALLY REALLY sucks. nothing like purchasing a brand new wardrobe AGAIN. anyway, in typical telco fashion (pun intended) we've formed focus groups to study the problem and come up with a recommendation that will immediately be shot down by management, so's the execs. can make us all formal again. life will REALLY suck then, let me tell you. our technical staff will QUIT before they wear ties. i guarantee it. panty hose every day for the ladies. no cotton slacks (men or women). all men must wear ties. ladies must wear suits or pant suits (no cotton, or anything remotely close to that fabric). so basically, i have 4 things in my closet that pass, and the rest do not. yep. sucks to be me.
haven't heard of the 'american pie' thing,
though i'm GOINK to go see
'eyes wide shut', not for cruise or kidman (they're both damned to hell
and back anyway), but for the love of kubrick, aka GOD to you and me.
what a fucking freak of a person. anyone who demands complete and
total control of the film genre and gets it is god in my book.
flirt (pepe voice).
i've heard of california, but haven't got it yet. not sure if it's
kalifornia or not, there's a lot of b.s. about it. with a c or k,
makes no difference to me. halt computer action (gettin' on down
with
computer action). it's nasty.
this guy at work, who was not at work today (working 4 10's, doing more
in 4 what most people do in 8) speed dials my ass starting at 4:23 and
wouldn't give up until 4:27, so fuck no i'm not answering the phone.
no calls after 4:15, lest i be stuck with some jaw monger from HELL who
wants to talk about nothing.
i thought the big red momma made you guys dress to the hilt to begin
with. now they're threatening black tie action? those bastards.
i'm
sure they want everyone looking prim and proper for the new complex,
before it's built so as to get everyone up to speed. can't have a
spot
of cotton in the new building. that must be it. shit, i'm surprised
the dope doesn't have the place hermetically sealed just for shits and
grins.
didja see 'enemy of the state' yet, didja didja? i get no reports
on
this from the likes of you, the techno-mondo wife from hell who LOVES
the secret police story, and i don't get jack? come now, dear (well,
not NOW, i'm not ready), you can do me better than that, hun.
puuuuuhhhllllllllleeeeeeezzzzezeeeeeee crack out 2.5 hours of your
evening and watch. set it up perfect movie mode style, crank the
sound, run the surround, dim the lights just right, crank out your
popcorn, WATCH and LISTEN. the siggy man (aka huggy bear) is givin'
you the slip, babes. you best be takin' this man up for his action,
momma. it's your destiny.
it is hereby ordained.
sign below.
xoxoxoxox
morning, siglo.
i'll see eyes wide shut, too. though
i'm not really sure what the movie is about. it looks pretty wicked.
so i guess you probably have seen http://www.eyeswideshut.com. i'm
trying to view the clips now, but it seems to require the quick time viewer
(mine expired eons ago)
and netscape won't just hand it over.
argh. also, can't seem to view the GIF you send yesterday.
saw it once, but this computer doesn't want to do SHIT and i'm not sure
why. what is just the clown bopping, or more to it?
as if freaking blindness is not bad enough. now i can't seem to download shit. which sense will go next.......TOUCH? SMELL?
yes yes YES YES YES baby, i rented and watched enemy of the state. what a movie......WHAT A MOVIE!!!! here's the scoop. you could have played the gene hackman character. when i saw him, I SAW YOU. that dude is you, no question. you are that dude. i watched it thursday night, i think, and forgot to write and publish my review a dam day long. i totally dig the satellite action, the way they immediately zoom from so far above and can track a person most anywhere. i'm pretty sure these capabilities were exaggerated somewhat to keep it interesting, but they're certainly there, and surely used in this manner. can't you just see we have a satellite pointed straight at sadam and all our terrorist friends? oooooohhhhhhhh, it was so scary to see the nsa have so much power in this movie, seeing the corruption, all to better one man's career path. but doesn't it make you want to slip in the hackman character and live that way? all that equipment, all that security? no identity. no taxes. i also enjoyed seeing lisa bonet again too. such a BEAUTIFUL girl. you know she was married to lenny kravitz, right? man is HE a brilliant musician. anyway, she hasn't been in a movie (that i know of) in a long, long time.
i saw general's daughter. did i mention
that? assuming i did not, it was quite the psychological thrilla
in manilla, and travolta is a perfectly brilliant actor, though i
figured out most of the plot. poor general's daughter.
she had these nude scenes and it took so long to
film them, that they made a likeness of
her naked body to shoot many of the scenes. said it would be
too hard on her to lay there (tied, spread eagle) that way for so
many hours of filming.
me the hackman character? don't i wish. his role in that movie
was
probably a direct result of his role in an earlier less tech type film
entitled 'the conversation', yet another great film on government and
surveillance from the late 60's or early 70's (another superb film,
yes).
the NSA does indeed have that capability today, and has had it at least
since 1996 after the telecommunications act helped launch a few more
'in bed' routines with their comm partners in crime. they can do
every
single thing in that movie if they want to, never mind the legalities
involved. there's a station in canada that is used by the NSA with
direct monitoring capability for EVERY single bit or byte of
communication ever sent, using keyword routines, so this here little
paragraph sent to you is on their list of items to scan for content.
scary, no?
scary? you know what, consider the VOLUME one must sort through to intercept something sensitive, proprietary, confidential, whatever (even if automated). i supposen (ism intended) if somebody wants to go to that much trouble, then they should. think of the thousands of emails between just you and i a dam day long, much less over time. multiply that by the bazillion other people all over the world emailing like crazy, and some computer somewhere is intercepting those very communications and scanning for key words such as what, TERRORISM, TREASON, PRESIDENTIAL ENDEAVORS? there are WAY more of us than of them. (power to the people, baby) and yes, it does piss me off that it CAN happen, and in those instances where it DOES happen that it can be manipulated to ruin a life, a career, whatever. but does that really pose any sort of threat to you or me? yea, probably about the same time we're both struck by lightening thrice and win the lottery once then one little email might be intercepted and a satellite pointed to our humble abode. duh. won't happen. but would we be flattered IF it did happen? who knows. IF and WHEN it happens, you become the Gene Hackman character. plan your death. lose your identity. stop paying taxes. spend your every dime on equipment and secure yourself a place (and an old rusty el camino) in an industrial warehouse district, and get busy doing i'm not sure what. monitoring, intercepting i suppose.
i have more immediate concerns to occupy myself with. such as contemplating what movie i'll rent next? what book should i finish reading? what will i be when i grow up? how long must a gal consistently ride horses before she will no longer be sore in that special place? recall, inside upper thighs, just south of paradise (give it to me baby, uh huh uh huh). siglo, people like you and i will NEVER be monitored by the government. big brother won't come knocking. and we'll all live happily ever after.
so. remember those 2 discs you burned
for me long, long ago? well, you KNOW those are STILL a mystery to
the safe deposit police man. so the other day i'm pouring through
the cd rack (5 foot, 4 sided structure) looking for some new tunes for
the jeeper, when i notice
that those 2 discs are both out, laying
on the carpet next to the rack, and one was opened. like maybe if
he looked deeper he would unravel some great mystery encoded therein, say
maybe a picture, a phone number, a major FREAKING CLUE about the creator?????
damn siglo, you should have buried a clue in there. SNOOP DOGGY DOG IS BACK!!!!!! maybe it's time to set a trap.
and you worry about the government.
Cat Diary
DAY 752
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little
dangling objects.
They
dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat
dry cereal. The
only
thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and
the
mild
satisfaction I
get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat
another houseplant.
DAY 761
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around
their feet while
they
were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top
of the stairs.
In
an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile
oppressors,
I once again
induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair . . .
must try this on
their
bed.
DAY 762
Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with
sleep depriving,
incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body
in attempt to
make
them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to
strike
fear into
their
hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a
good little cat
I
was. Hmmm . . . not working according to plan.
DAY 768
I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no
good reason, I was
chosen for the water torture. This time, however, it
included a
burning
foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could
invent such a
liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb
still
stuck between
my
teeth.
DAY 771
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices.
I was placed in
solitary throughout the event; however, I could hear
the
noise and
smell
the
foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More
importantly, I
overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of
"allergies." Must
learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and
maybe
snitches. The
Dog
is routinely released and seems more than happy to
return; he is
obviously a
half-wit. The Bird, on the other hand, has got to be
an
informant. He
has
mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to
mole-speak) and
converses
with them regularity. I am certain he reports my every
move. Due to
his
current placement in the metal room, his safety is
assured . . . but I
can
wait. It is only a matter of time.
once = ones
the once i used to have are as good as the once i have now, or in
direct quotation:
'The once that show up at
places that I am talking about are just plain once,
kind of like what I
had when I lived on East 43rd.'
you got your plain once on, baby? i like the sexy once myself, lover.
man, what a find.
'ism' duly noted, recorded, cross-referenced and archived. good one. GREAT find. total validation of the existence of the project. you know how HOT HOT HOT i get when you bring me a worthy ism?
saw EYES WIDE SHUT this weekend. TELL ME you saw the flick and that we can discuss it, in great detail? i think stanley would approve of that.
interesting. very interesting. what's more interesting is the reviews. no two are alike, save the ones that are direct copies of the decent reviews (which are few), then taken out of context (summarized) and irreparably botched beyond belief.
i'm still piecing it all together, but i think i have a somewhat decent idea of what old stanley was up to in this one.
let's talk amongst ourselves, shall we, dalink?
cappuccino?
scone?
camel? kool?
i can't talk about kubrick. eyes
are wide shut and have been for some
time. in conferences today and tomorrow. then back to hell
hole
central on wednesday. then maybe if i'm lucky, find a suitor to go
on
a HOTHOTHOT kubrick date, though it won't be kate because she's
working her retail ass off. classified kubrick. i know what
he's
getting at, but i'll have to see it first. would have been much nicer
20 or 30 years ago when he really wanted to do it, but his wife at the
time thought their marriage couldn't support the concepts the movie was
supposed to be dragging out.
yeah, HMR certainly did kc an injustice
and kcmo bought it hook, line
and sinker, as they usually do (handing out TIF like it were candy to
those would be corporate shysters only to lose jobs in the end = pure
and plain stupidity on the part of government nitwits). of course
they
had to lay people off and relocate after MMD just got done blowing lots
of money (TIF included) on an addition they couldn't use (hence their
trying to sell that to other persons at a later date).
if telco is bought, no doubt kc will lose half of the jobs associated
with the sale as they move them overseas, overland and on down to
me-he-co, just south of the border.
now with the stock market flagellating wildly, like a stuffed pig, the
economy will start to squeeze a bit tighter and everyone will be
selling their SUV's like hotcakes. i can't wait to start the
laughter.
flagellating stuffed pig? ONE OF YOUR BEST, YET. soooooo descriptive.
could this weather be HOTTER? 102 today. and mama telco just made an announcement on the p.a. [which NEVER happens save when a SUV parks improperly on the roof and blocks others from leaving because our garage is TOO FREAKING CROWDED], to close the blinds, turn off unnecessary lighting, turn off equipment, and help mama with her cooling efforts.
uh. how 'bout just send us all home to our cool homesteads, and turn off ALL the k.c. telco buildings, thereby drastically reducing the strain on the city's power and allowing us to keep our houses cooler and everybody is happy?
it pisses me off to no end that at times like these (1) the power company is SURPRISED that we're experiencing a heat wave; (2) there is such a strain on their resources and they have to dip into unplanned (planned) budget to cover their costs (which they in turn bill straight back to the consumer, directly via our end-ohs), and (3) oh and by the way, turn your thermos up to 78 degrees (AS IF) and don't water your yard.
i hate those fuckers. plan for more power. this happens EVERY YEAR IN JULY. and don't whine about using your extra budget. we pay for the air, not you, now hand it over.
politics. bureaucracy. heat wave. drought. german parent.
what's TIF?
TIF is tax increment financing, the financial
wasteland whereby dumbass
politicians rape the coffers of the tax base to pay for part of some
corporations fancy development plan in an effort to promote jobs (as if
those fucking people are going to live in kcmo to begin with, please);
thereby refinancing the 'loan' (aka gift) by taxing those persons who
live in kansas city or work within that facility (as if the
corporations needed the extra money to begin with, yeah right...'but we
can't make it work in kc and we could make it work in some other city,
say overland park (lie lie, whine, whine), and you wouldn't want to see
us take your jobs to another city now would you (lie, cheat, steal, use
the job smokescreen in front of bribe-hungry politicians searching for
re-election when the ante is how much they've supported the local
economy through an increase in jobs while at the same time eroding an
already dwindling tax base to the marrow of the bone while the rest of
their constituents complain about the lack of city services, DUH)?'
and, yes, i agree with you completely. kcpl can fucking bite me.
they
should know better, they've got enough power, and they'll raise the KWh
rate to 50% beyond the going rate during these 'times of heat stress'
to make up for the costs to begin with, so we're paying for it, now
give it to us. mama telco's either trying to save a buck or playing
the
politics game.
day two of corporate darkness. heat continues to rise. thermostats set at 90 degrees, voluntarily turning them to OFF 15 minutes per hour to avoid the threatened BROWN-OUT, to conserve the very energy the kcpl claims we consume the lion's share of, and they don't have enough of.
fuckers. there are only how many thousand of us that share this very building? cramming us together like sardines then taking away the very air that keeps us from stinking.
no network. no printers. only power SURGE, SURGE, SURGE. no work. i'm LEAVING at high noon and NOBODY can stop me.
set my home thermos to exactly 55 degrees just to piss them off. watered my dying flowers, and parched trees.
rebel, rebel.
have you heard of the blair witch project? one of my buddies saw it this week and said it is THE scariest thing. real footage of the real documentary. did you know that? not sure how they worked around that (copy cat look-alike actors?) anyway, comes HIGHLY recommended so i may just have to see it.
how's my boy? you and pussy keeping cool?
well, kcpl is supposed to be randomly shutting
areas of the city down
to conserve energy now, so stay tuned for complete madness. i really
don't have much time to peck away a note today. busier than the
proverbial one armed paper hanger. your 55 will get you 20, baby.
lots of love and pleasant weekend.
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
it's friday. yippee!!! cake
and eat you too? uh, can i have some money? not till next week,
eh? i'm hungry hungry hippo.
eat your cake. you can't have any money. me have money.
creditors oh
so happy. need stamps. me
have way less money.
need sushi. will work for sushi and
cake. will eat it, too. put up yo sign, babe. u gots to have
the su-she. i'm sure some broken
(down) hearted old man will he'p ya out,
awrigh'?
taffy man and i enjoyed some sushi for lunch. yummy, yummy, yummy, i've got sushi in my tummy.
3 more hours until they loosen the shackles and i officially re-enter the free world.
wanna break outta this joint, baby?
i'm in, i'm IN the lazer clubhouse.
hell yeah i wanna break. give it
to me baby, uh-huh uh-huh. i'm bored to the hilt, but i gots to go
stir me up some tender vittles in the ci-tay.
let's hope you have no projektiles a la sushi.
oh now THAT is a nice picture.
sushi trots.
blowing raw fish out my ass. pizza, pizza?
i can't love ya back a dam day long right
now. my a dam day a long a
ding dong is busy with this here thing we call 'work'. ya know?
i
loves ya, you gots to know i loves ya.
my mind is going, i'm emptying my mind.
i have nothing. i have a
lunch meeting till the rest of the dam day long in the afternoon hours
and lord knows what the a..m will bring. b.m.? sorry to be
so short.
i'm just busy and dog-gone-tired. so i'z not in the tender, lovin'
mood i guess. blah, hot, crankified, dismayed sans much to say.
VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE!!
Virus Warning
********************************
This virus warning is genuine.
There is a new virus going around, called “work.” If you receive
any
sort of “work” at all, whether via email, internet or simply handed to
you by a colleague...DO NOT OPEN IT.
This has been circulating around our building for months and those who
have been tempted to open “work” or even look at “work” have found that
their social life is deleted and their brain ceases to function
properly.
If you do encounter “work” via email or are faced with any “work” at
all, then to purge the virus, send an email to your boss with the words
“I’ve had enough of your crap... I’m off to the pub.” The “work”
should automatically be forgotten by your brain. If you receive “work”
in paper-document form, simply lift the document and drag the “work” to
your garbage can. Put on your hat and coat and skip to the nearest
bar
with two friends and order three pints of beer (or rum punch). After
repeating this action 14 times, you will find that “work” will no
longer be of any relevance to you and that “Scooby Doo” was the
greatest cartoon ever. Send this message to everyone in your address
book. If you do NOT have anyone in your address book, then I’m afraid
the “work” virus has already corrupted your life.
hum along. think new pearl jam tune.
oh where oh where can my baaaaaaaaby be?
his work took him awaaaaaay from meeeeeeee.
he's gone inspectin', now he's got to
be goooooooood.
so he can buy a house in a new neigh-bor-hood.
you know, it's soooooo funny i was thinking
about that stupid song and
how many times the LAZER plays that pile of shit song an hour and how i
fucking hate that song to DEATH because it's not even a freakin' pearl
jam song and if it were i'd hate it even more. and i was thinking,
i
was really thinking that i ought to take the time, what LITTLE time i
have, dear, to write you and tell all about it, baby.
so you liked the song? groovy, baby.
now it will be in your head for
another day (a dam day long). glad to help.
how's my boy?
your boy is busier than hell. i hate
it. tomorrow may possibly slow
down long enough for me to breathe. at least i can hope. i
hate the
song, oh where oh where can my baby be? shit, she ran the fuck away
from your ass singing like a hound dog the way you do. burned on
that
song like no other, and this is the same pearl jam that banned
corporate america and ticketmaster only to come crying to them later
and bed themselves down with the record execs like some carrier pigeon
returning to the nest. i have no respect. how's the baby doll,
dalink?
funny how all those pesky long distance
companies are going at it like
sharks. mci is 5 cents with monthly fees, att finally lowered theirs
to 7 cents with a monthly fee, anytime, anywhere. can't wait till
it's
all free and people are fighting for your local and long distance
service at the same time. time warner is going to piss ma bell off
reasonably soon and launch their local phone service. i know, you
don't have to haggle over such things, but it's real annoying when i
get a bill from mci charged to my credit card for long distance service
they didn't provide (since i switched WELL over a month ago) and i have
to call them, wait on hold and have them remove me and credit my card.
just about every company does that nickel and dime you to see if you'll
notice we took your money shit and it's really irritating. why do
we
have to go through these things? you've got all the answers.
give it
to me, baby.
you know your morning's going to be bad
when you get a business phone
call at 8:01, when someone walks in wanting a permit at 8:30 without
any type of scheduled appointment (the norm), when your morning routine
consists of coffee and potato chips; when you can't imagine what it
would feel like to STILL be in bed because you were rudely interrupted
by the morning light, the sound of chirping grade school children on
the corner and the rumble of one of several school bus exhaust pipes
reverberating from within your sleepy head. i'm sure the rest of
this
day will be like the april 15th postal drill as everyone scurries off
to file their taxes on the LAST possible day. just place a target
on
my ass, baby.
barney should find out about the loan today. tomorrow at the
latest. let's hope it's good news. went off to see him and
the house
on saturday. good deal. his potential new house is pretty sweet,
save
the electrical nightmares the previous homeowner's envisioned and
carried out. we were sitting around dreaming about what it would
be
like to live in our respective homes on saturday when the cold front
and rain storm came thundering down the road. the weekend weather
was
going to be wounderful, though it wasn't like i'd get out much to enjoy
it. heard nothing from mark almost the entire weekend after that.
it
was odd. guess he was gettin' some. i thought the man had been
put up
for dead.
see, we got this theory 'round these parts. man was invaded by aliens
millions of years ago and each evolutionary step along the way is
merely another attempt to create the perfect alien-human hybrid; and if
that theory ain't good enough, we're all aliens anyway since most
scientists theorize that life on this planet probably resulted from
some monster truck meteor depositing the necessary chemicals and
bacteria onto this cesspool we call earth. terra firma. pizza
pizza.
what did my baby do this weekend? get some? got some?
milk? did you
see the milk commercial with the cats and the old lady who ran out of
milk and tried to substitute it with powdered milk? man, i was rolling
on that one. saw it for the FIRST time this weekend.
.and happy monday to you too, dear. my day is a little less fire drillish (and a big ditch witch, too) than yours, though personal projects threaten to keep me busy a dam day long.
interesting alien theory. you been reading ray bradbury lately? remember bradbury theatre? i HATED that stuff when i was little, but sort of dig it now. oh, we're studying him in short story lit class a bit. (lit-a-bit) interesting guy, wounder where he pulls all this fiction from? his ass? same as yours, no?
i think i'll drop stats today. no way can i pass that class with 6 more weeks to go, and the schedule that i have, here & there & everywhere. there just aren't enough hours in the day, too many projects goink, and this former night owl can't seem to stay awake past 11 or midnight anymore, without paying the price the next day. so we'll see if the advisor can talk me out of it. if not, then i'm OUTTA that hell.
here's some poe (the edgar allen variety)....studying him too....interesting fellow, it's been - WAY too long since i've read his stuff.
"As your eyes rested appealingly
for one
brief moment upon mine, I felt,
for the
first time in my life, and tremblingly
acknowledged, the existence of spiritual
influences altogether out of the
reach of reason."
what passion.
he never married that chick (he was already married to his cousin.....uh......) but it was a great would-be love of his life.