saw a good episode of cow & chicken this week, it was called.....um......cow's horse. did you catch it? funnier that shit, cow got herself a horsie-do-fine. i never laughed so hard. i can still hear her sweet voice........
howdy ho, neighbor. sorry i haven't
written, but work's been a real
bear, as opposed to a barney bear, up until just about today or right
about now whichever you prefer. not much is up.
the house hasn't blown down or caught on fire yet so that's good news.
oh, the new brendan perry release is FINALLY out so i ordered that.
i'll have to keep you updated and perhaps send you a blank cd-r with
nothink on it so the secret police can't detect location. of course,
he's probably updated his computers, has fingerprint i.d. ability, dna
type testing and retinal scan imagery set ups, so i shouldn't count my
blessings.
i was thinking about the ol' PAN story and for a glimmer of a moment i
thought about rejoining the fight to work on that narrative. i think
it'd make a neat black comedy short film for someone, but god knows
who. the ending i could never figure out and i had this idea not
to
end it but state something or other about his mother's illness (lord
knows i've had enough of that in the family lately), work in some
potential y2k problem the human race must be having with the world, and
the fact that shampoo manufacturer's are deliberately marketing and
selling product to propagate male pattern baldness, since they, in
turn, supply the same companies that market and sell the product to
allegedly fix the problem, thus creating a vicious cycle of profit and
more profit; but then i thought it generally didn't have much to do
with the storyline so i threw that idea out the window for general lack
of interest.
check it out now. i've been a bad,
bad email companion of late, no? you talk of reviving your PAN.
no response. no response. yea, i've been a little wrapped up in self
lately, what with all the training and what-not that telco bestoweth upon
my very sole. soul. seoul. selling my horsie-do-fines and taking
care of personal business. keeping the creditors off my very back
(which means no more than i've been paying bills, no hidden meaning there)
and
managing the safe deposit police force.
it's been crazy, man. and i do support your resurrecting the
PAN. i'll get my copy out and peruse again, see if any "ending" comes
to mind, though the hair-thing was pretty darned clever.
caught the caffeine episode of cow & chicken late last night. never laughed so hard (AGAIN) in my life. i like the part where cow rescues chicken and sprays warm milk in his mouth, he fills up, falls off, and wakes up bloated in his bed the next day. oh siggie, if that's not the best then i don't know what is.
ground control to major siglo. siglo, can ya hear me? send me a sign, baby. tell me that you--and yours--and doing well.
yeah, i'm fine da'link. hell you'll
have to send me the hair idea
back, i can barely remember it. are you out there? is there
anybody
out there? you talkin' to me? all is fine and dandy.
work has slowed
long enough for me to play catch up, ketchup, and play with it all at
the same time, woo-hoo. wish i could have seen the cow and chicken
episode again. you should have rang the bat phone but then the safety
deposit police you manage soooo well would have been on your ass or
your ass would have been forced upon him first, whichever you prefer.
haven't seen, talked to, or did much of kate lately as she's busy as a
one-armed, two profession co-worker, slash shopping bandit, whoring
herself to the green instead of the man; so i like gotta ask myself
'what's up with that?' but then i recognize there are bills to pay,
debts to clear and the man understands that one quite well so i'm fine
with that. i'm down with that, i can dig. unfortunately the
last
couple of times we coupled she hasn't felt like coupling at the docking
station but that must have something to do with alien visitors upon her
body, the x-files and mulder being locked
away in a cacophony of
thought and insanity, it's all a conspiracy linked to the hair follicle.
the new brendan perry release rules, and he's in SF with kristin hersh,
the bastard brother of a friend i have out there can enjoy it and i
can't. bleh. i've watched 'swoon', 'jackie brown' (again),
and a host
of other great films on IFC, how i love the digital age, and i'm
enjoying letting the leaves pile up in my postage stamp sized front
yard, but other than that i'm not doing much. your name comes up,
up
pops your wounderment, i laugh, i think of the great fun we share if
for no other reason than our chemicals must be aligned to the magnetic
force of the sun, the moon, the stars, oh, yes, it's the stars, baby,
and i'm 3 minutes to countdown...2...1...i'm outta here for the early
retirement plan, love. you behave.
i'd rather be anywhere but here. at least i get to leave early. me and my little bundle of joy have eye doctor appointments today. he'll probably give me bifocals, as i've not been able to read my computer screen for at least the last 3 months without the assistance of my glasses (for distance). make sense? NO. the screen is affecting my eyes in a bad way, and something will be done. probably a granny bifocal, with my luck. i guess i'm both near AND far sighted, now. ack. hack, hack. ARGH.
i guess i'm stuck in a rut right now. hope you're doing better than me, though i'll pull myself out of it. i always do.
well, i for one don't like ruts.
i know the feeling. i sort of feel
that way myself, though i'm trying to avoid it. work has been a bit
more relaxing lately and i can handle lots more of that. personally
i
feel like my life is pretty damn stagnant and boring and for the most
part lifeless. not sure why i feel that way. i guess i don't
do much
and i enjoy not doing much sometimes and then i get bored doing nothing
a damn day long, wondering what the hell i'm here at all for if all i'm
going to do is nothing. get the picture? i don't like running
my ass
off all over the place to do something though, which is sort of
required in this fair, sprawled out city of ours, so that sucks, but
i'm just bored and i gotta pee and get the hell out of here before i
start getting bombarded with more phone calls as if i were honey and a
swarm of killer bees were on the prowl for grub.
the pee was uneventful and i suppose that's
a good thing. going to be
busier than hell tomorrow and this on a day where i wanted to attend a
presentation so i guess i'll be forced to x that one of the schedule.
how irritating.
hey chicken. leave me alone, man.
i'm launchin FROGGIES.
love, cow.
darling, come here f*ck me up the a**. lords of acid. you know
that
would be pretty hard for you to do though so i guess that's out.
what
the hell is up with you, bad girl? you launchin' froggies still?
i'm
bored and soon to be corrected with a gift of anonymous and blatant
driving around for no reason in the sun. then i'm outta here.
have $$$$$. will pay for answers.
what have i become?
you're the woman who needs a good man,
baby. hahahaha. no whoring and
no answers. what is this world coming to? you have money, need
fun
and answers. sounds like the makings of a good sugar daddy.
ah, the
mind is going. well, do have fun. you know how to do that.
no ideas
on the disco a go-go. it's best spy or dj time.
the captive heart
the old clock is ticking now
marks the space between us
your memory enshrouds my heart
for i am held a captive
sometimes my soul desires
to take leave of this old world
to spread these golden wings and fly
to the city of angels
but then if i close my eyes
i can see you standing there
your face in permanence smiles
your lips a chalice
seems like i've loved you all my life
never thought i'd find you
one day the muse may lend these words wings
so i can touch you
but hey
don't worry if the feelings not strong for you
i have lived my life in accordance
to the windfalls of passion
though i know what it means
to be loved and then forgotten
i have seen too many men
driven insane by their distractions
-- brendan perry
it's going to be a crazy day so i'm in 'do not disturb' mode on the
phone. that means our secretary will no doubt come forth, heels a
clickin', to let me know i've got a call and i just don't know what to
do with it unless you answer it, siggie. bleh.
yea, poe was a maniac. and he DEFINITELY would have killed his true love (the like kind) because they thought many of the same thoughts. instead he killed himself, and people everywhere are devoting their very lives to figuring him out.
i like his stuff. very deep, not as it seems. huge psychological undertones (some of which i STILL can not identify or understand).
tried to drop stats. my advisor (sister fran) talked me into staying a 3rd night, and if i still can't hang after 3, then i can throw in the towel and try again at a later time, 50% refund, big "w" on my transcript, do not pass go, do not take quants the next semester (until and unless the sister can clear it with the instructor). what a coward am i. i had it all worked out that i would drop the thing, then a 15 minutes conversation with a nun (whom i love dearly, and trust) changes my mind. surprise? no surprise. predictable. probabilities. FRUSTRATION.
i can never be a good writer, siglo. not like poe, not like the greats. oh, i could probably cough up a decent novel or two, but nothing that would leave a mark permanently. some of these guys were such geniuses.
but then again, i wonder if we read WAY more into their works (because we analyze it to death) and build much more into the theory than the author ever knew. what do you think? i mean, the author doesn't even ELUDE to a thought (case in point: a main character having an incestual relationship with his sister) though poe critics believe it to be true.
i completely disagree with your point. like kinds kill each other,
and
are bored 10 minutes after they begin a relationship. no chance of
staying together long term, as like kinds do not get along. they
can't. like kinds CRAVE opposite kinds, for the exact reasons you
said, though i would argue that opposite kinds have a higher rate of
achievement (specifically, staying together) than like kinds. imagine
waking up every day with a mirror image of yourself. oh, you'll poke
fun at the comment, but think about it. couldn't work.
check your stats. like minded people stay together longer.
ask any
marriage counselor for the truth and you'll see it. i wouldn't
necessarily be bored with like minded persons lurking about. think
about it. who did you get along with better in the past? like
minded
i should hope. i don't hang around aggressive, extroverted
non-thinking or feeling types, do i? no. i hang around neurotic
(makes you sort of one of us, no?), thinking, feeling, perceptive,
intuitive, sometimes intelligent, humorous, quick-witted, artistic or
creative types who would just as soon be locked up in a padded room if
it weren't for the 90's and our lax perspective on life. are you
and i
like minded? are you and i boring to each other? hardly.
i'm not
saying we'd work in any sort of relationship, don't even try to make
that point, i'm just saying we seem like minded and we get along.
i
shudder to think of how that could possibly work if your theory weren't
so illogical.
do you not find it sad that possibly, maybe neither you nor i might make some mark (any mark) on this earth? that our very existence might just be for nuthink?
i'm BOTHERED by that. i want to do better. that statistical mother fucker has taught me that i know WAY less than i would like to admit. and i want to know more. even statistics. i want to conquer. if only it were that easy.
as for like minds. maybe my theory is illogical, maybe it is not. i don't even feel the need to argue the point, as i value to many different types of people in my life, you know? it takes all types to keep it spicy. this....coming from a borderline introvert/extrovert with a very small circle of close friends. of which you are definitely included, by the way. i guess i don't identify myself with any type, per se. what type am i, anyway? what type are you? is it so easy to merely place a label on it and file it away in the pantry of life? what does it take to change a type, after it is labeled? what if i don't agree with the label you label me? what if others would label me different?
see the problem with types? labels?
so don't quote me any statistics baby, cause i'm a statistical retard. this i stand behind. this i know. but DO NOT label me as such, kate?
i'm quite content to leave my mark on life
in the little ways, in
getting to know and understand the few people i tend to associate with
or call my friends. if i somehow manage to make a good impression
great, if not so be it. i don't worry about whether i'll make some
landmark discovery or creation. i'd like to influence something or
someone, but i'm not going to make it a point or a topic of need.
if
it happens it happens. i won't sweat the details.
as for labels, i'm an introvert. this i know. i'm not extremely
outgoing to those i don't know very well. that label is stuck and
permanently affixed hereto. yeah, we can all slip in and out (oh,
baby) of our labels, wearing masks here and there, but my belief is our
core has a stamp on it and it's the real deal. you can cover the
stamp, hide the stamp, alter the stamp, but when the investigation is
made in full your stamp gives the true you away.
so you've got your own singular self-label. INTROVERT. that said.....what is mine? label me. i demand it.
and about making a mark on the world. i'm not talking about inventing the equivalent of electricity, an automobile, or a cappuccino maker (mmmmmmm). nothing like that. more about the things we COULD do, with what we DO do (no, not doo-doo). make sense? for me it's writing. it's a passion. i do it all the time, really. it's what i want to do for a living. i don't want to work in an office every day, please. but when i read the greats (poe, twain, even the authors of tomorrow) i'm overwhelmed by their very talent and my lack thereof. what i do seems so small, comparatively.
do you think poe knew he was great? or do you think he thought of himself as a slave to his alcohol and drugs, never really comprehending his true talent. did he know?
think about how harshly we judge our friends with alcohol and drug problems. think about it. are they the next poe's to be? some of my friends that are the most messed up are the most talented.
i'm cornfused.
some of our drugged out friends are truly
genius in their own right.
bauhaus is in some ways and in others he falls flat on his face.
aside
from that he's ADD (not fully digital, ha). i'd say you're ENTP as
a
guess, or extroverted, intuitive, thinking, perceptive type, whereas
i'm in INFP. i never think. never.
i get your drift but i don't. add confusion + chaos = makes a man
and
woman want to booze and whore. not sure if poe knew he was great.
probably knew he was a maniac and whacked, in addition to not fitting
in with the norms of society, beyond the pale and well beyond his time;
but some of those greats just don't realize they're great, ya know?
some probably do. take mozart, i think he knew he was great, and
he
knew he was a nut. i suppose it depends on the person and what sort
of
feedback they get from society. mozart got plenty. poe probably
did
not. it would have to depend on the person though, in that some people
can hear that they're great a dam day long and they never believe it,
or take it to heart. others relish in that sort of limelight.
i care
not for that sort of thing myself. i think shakespeare fell along
the
same lines as poe in many respects. he was trite, but poetic and
mesmerizing in an alcoholic
sort of way; but i don't believe he was
truly appreciated until much later in time. poe, on the other hand,
was not trite, at least not in my mind. shakespeare was fanciful
and
playful, with a touch of darkness, whereas poe was pretty much just
plain bleak with a touch of romance and passion.
blah blah blah. you could write if you wanted to, if you had the
energy for the passion to well up inside you (aka boredom). i know i
had the passion and feeling in college, wrote a bunch of
non-structured, non-sensical, dark and bleak ridiculousness (and still
fly off on those daily tangents every now and then); without structure,
without merit, too abstract for comprehension and i was pretty damned
proud of it because i understood it but could not convey it to the
masses (though a few friends latched onto it like candy). i didn't
really care to make anything of it. it was therapy for me.
i suppose
writing today is still therapy. i enjoy it. i have nothing
tangible
to say except i can rant and rave with the best of them. a story
or
poet this makes me not, so hear i lay before you, naked, child-like,
innocent and stupid all in one breath.
oh would you PUH-LEASE stop rushing me. i won't sacrifice quality for meaningless speed. before the thing is posted it must be edited, formatted (though with the intention to preserve the beloved ART) and that will take some time on both our parts.
you just concentrate on procuring the necessary real estate and establishing that joint mail account, and i'll focus on the edit.
did i mention i'm being forced to work today?
did you see the latest alec baldwin movie? i didn't but i do remember a specific scene from the previews. alec is a fat, lazy (divorced) beer drinking dad complete with thick bronx accent, giving his kid some advice on dating. he says something like.....son, makin love is a lot like chinese food, it aint ovah until ya both get'cha cookies. alright? capice? now go on, get outta he'yah.
you can get that free-mail account if you like. but i'm wondering (i wounder a dam day long) if there's a way to send the responses to SEPARATE email accounts. meaning, somebody responds to the banter and the message goes to YOUR hoo and MY hoo at the same time. if not, we can split the new account and both of us can check it each day, yadda yadda BOOM. to HOOmail or to HOTmail. that is the question.
maybe you should investigate real estate for the doc.dot. or is it dot.doc? now i'm cornfused.
maybe establish residence at geocities? i'm assuming that real estate is still free there. we need to start decorating.
http://www.oocities.org/SoHo/Easel/7645/
wow, you've been a busy, busy boy!! you so groovy, me love you long long time.
i did some additional editing and removing of a few paragraphs, so if
you haven't done anything to dot let me know and i'll send it your way
so you can start from that point.
i'll fill you in on site stuff. mail will hopefully be
dot_doc@yahoo.com if i gots anything to say about it.
man we have some serious spelling problems,
even with the purposeful
once. hehe. you want anything other than this on the real estate
you'd better stake your claim quick, baby. get your flags a hoppin'
and get it to me at (censored) before i gets to work on gettin'
some real estate up and a new mail account for feedback. one we can
both share, i supposen. no deletions of those files.
all right, i ain't got no rhythm on the
ism file so you's gonna have to
send it my way, cow. or better yet, i'll let you add it to the
beginning in place of the 'ex-squeeze me' line.
ah, shit, i forgot the most important part.
i needs to find that
explanation we made about the isms to add that to the beginning of dot
and then we'll see what happens. were it to actually make sense.
allrighty then, ya headless hoo whore,
where's my bitches? okay, uh,
i'll have to regurgitate this bad boy up to ya again, deary. i added
a
line, you can add later. ya see if we go on addin' here and there
without keeping the document stable we might just have a nuclear
implosion and then where would we be but far off in tha motherland of
another continent, aye.
i can't stand the work. bleh.
be sure to add some today funnies to
the doc. i haven't but thought about it. i thunk i could, i
thunk i
could. duh. we ain't got nothin' to lose on the loose. turn
me loose,
turn me loose, i gotta have it my way, or no way at all.
yeah, geo-shitties is free but they have
these new java boxes that pop
up and REALLY piss me off, though their servers are still faster than
the crap that those OTHER sites pawn off for peanuts. i'd like to
get
it set up as a domain, but we're not ready for that i guess. doc.com,
or dot.doc.com, yeah, that's it. for now about all we could use is
a
redirector but that throws another banner up. bleh. i guess
i can
start the masquerade once (not to be confused with ones or pants =
pance) i get home.
you know, half the fun with the dot.doc messages was the SUBJECT LINES that we had. unfortunately there is no way to retrieve or otherwise recreate THOSE, so i'll drop the idea like searing hot tar from the parking garage directly into my friend kenn's ear. great story there, primarily because it is true. i believe that incident to be a great metaphor in kenn's life. he has other ideas.....
a-o-HELL had me offline all morning a dam day long. don't even ask. so i just not got the computer up & running to get all four of your messages. you're excited like a little kid. i can tell. NEVER do i get 4 messages from you all at once, before i'm able to respond. cracks me up. fun to see you like this. see what a good project can do????
many thanks for the editing. i'll work on the new doc some, hopefully in the next few hours. unfortunately, mama telco is requiring me to work some....the nerve.....
okay, i've paired this puppy down to 70
pages instead of 80. there
were a lot of items added twice, so that took care of a great deal and
there were two page inserts a la an exceptional bill gates office
product, so here ya'z go. you'll need to help in the editing as well.
not sure i'd like to include information about the K (charcter is fine,
but specifics about what we do or whatever isn't) or rick's mom, but
other than that anything goes. it's your life. as of yet i
haven't
removed that type of stuff but it's stuff that may be problematic in
the event that the wrong person finds out who they are. k is referred
to as kate, so perhaps i could just change it to k instead at those
locations and that would be fine. attached hereto is the voice of
world control. yahoo is a flatulating stuffed pig. oink.
working on this brings back so much. such fun. we're two peas
in a
pod, thankfully not two pees in a pot. i found a lot of repeated
stuff
so far, but not too much. jus' workin' it, dear. some things
were
misplaced, but that's okay. i left in a lot of misplacements, gettin'
down with the replacements. i already think this is funnier than
anything written along the same lines, but that's jus' cuz i love ya
and you so good to me, baby.
i like your ideas. uh. the
problem with identifying who said what is
that i personally don't care. i think it's funny that you don't know
exactly whether this comes from one person or two. of course, you
catch on to it, but that's the challenge for the uneducated. who's
saying what? don't know. sounds like a personal problem.
i agree
some editing is needed in that perhaps things could be rearranged or
spaced so as to clear a few things up, but i'm not sure about the name
changing or the identification of who's saying what. perhaps you're
right. perhaps not. i don't know. i don't think it's
necessary
personally. i'll get to editing and sent it to you. first i
must
print. oh, the printer will make happy face at me for this.
how about this. you edit, and cut the duplicate text. send the dot.doc back to me. i'll review it and let you know my vote on changing the names to protect the innocent. with that much content, it's tough to remember all that is in there and i trust MUCH of it would offend others.
the more i think about it, the more i like the idea of putting the content out there on a website (new one, which we create), drive some traffic to it, and see if people laugh. POI-FECT market trial, no? post the stuff out there, pimp it to all our buddies (as anonymously as we can, put an ad or two in the pitch to drive more eyeballs, and solicit feedback. if people are rolling reading it and want more, we know we've got something good. if not, then we've still got something good, the world is just too stupid to understand it.
i know you dig the dot.doc in its current
unedited condition. however, it does need SOME editing, as much of
the stuff runs together and it's impossible to know who said what.
to the unfamiliar reader, that is. if we want this thing to fly baby,
we've gotta give it wings. identify
our characters, and make clear who said
what.
maybe we post a daily banter on the site similar to a cartoon strip in a newspaper. then people check the daily banter (updated as often as we can) between BON and SIG. think about it.
perhaps post in on the web? hahahahahaha.
that would be funny as
hell. a test site. launch pad. houston, we have countdown.
feedback
required, of course.
okay, so here's the deal. you tell
me if you want to change the user
names to protect the innocent. i could care less. who are bon
and
siglo anyway? if so, do it, and i'll send the doc to my friend in
chic-a-go and we'll see if she digs it. she's got the same ill sense
of humor we both do. that could be a test of the emergent broadcast
network (our on line radio show). she'll probably go through the
roof
if she knows i have anything to do with it. we'll, of course, need
to
bury a copyright and rights reserved statement into the text. let
me
know what you think of them apples, darlink.
you know something? i belive dot.doc
should not be formatted or edited
at all. i think that's part of the charm. perhaps correct the
spelling mistakes we both made, but that's it. i love it just the
way
it is. it's funny, but then i think some people might be lost.
well,
most actually. i like the beginning cut and pastes of the college
class jokes. forgot about those. good introduction the the
madness?
i dunno. i think it would be cool to print it just the way it is
and
tell the book company to screw their formatting. it's art.
i like
art. is there a reason for it being fucked up? yeah, it's a
cut and
paste from an e-mail client to an incompatible microshaft product
(imagine the controversy there, oh, bestill my bleeding heart) and that
speaks of technology, puts a signature on it, dates it, scripts it like
the portable underwood (uh, he said 'wood') typewriter it is, baby.
you got me? you spin me right round, baby right round, like a record
baby, round, round, round, round. so give me your love. yeah,
i saw
the wedding singer last night. taped it. not a great film in
any
sense of the imagination, but the 80's music and spoofs were to die
for. i must have been bored. oh, lord, won't you buy me a mercedes
benz.
okay. you asked for it, you got it, toyota.
attached is the dot.doc. i perused
through it quickly, and there's the obvious overlap with your cut &
paste in part efforts (and some other overlap which i can not explain),
and my cut & paste in toto efforts. capice? we're not in
kansas anymore, toto. i'm sure sonic is in there
somewhere. rain, shine, sleet &
snow, ya gots ta tip da bitches at sonic.
do with it what you will. have your way with it. whore, whore away four score and a dam day long ago. we'll copyright it, t-mark it, publish & sell it INcogNITO to protect the innocent and otherwise unaware from harm's way.
or not.
wanna play a game? it's not like you're WORKING, you know? name THE most important thing you learned from talking to me in 1999.
i'll do the same (from talking to you, of course). here's mine.....
"tip the bitches at sonic"
hahaha, yeah, tip the bitches at sonic.
that whole rant needs to be
included in the dot.doc work. it's a must. ah, the most important
thing from YOU this year. sheit, negro, that's all you had to say.
uh, specific or general? i'll go general. never return to school,
unless you first haven't finished your degree. finish your degrees
children. i'll add a few more tid-bits here. sell all horsey
do fines
and invest in tech stocks. easy trade off really. never lease
a
vehicle. oh, damn, i'm supposed to be speaking of things i learnt
from
you, not you learning from yourself, or did i get that all wrong?
and
best of all the mostest important thing i learnt from you is that
you're a wonderful, loving, sweetheart of a woman. got questions?
get
milk.
are you workingk today, baby dalink? left you a voice mail, after i dialed twice since YOU work on the wrong side of the state line. are you hating the new area code rule as much as i? it's REALLY a pain with cell phones, in that it's more difficult to tell which area code it was purchased in, etc. more freaking rules shoved down our very necks. what's next?
i'm here all week, without a thing to do. literally. so i'm filling my day with admin. things like balancing my check book, cleaning my brief case, hard drive, desk drawers, catching up on emails and the like. speaking of the hoo whore, what IS the deal with the unsolicited SPAM? i've got my filters set and today i get 19 new spam in my box. why is this happening to me? i register for NOTHING, really, but these spammers still find their way to my box. freaks.
how's my boy? you survive the holidays? mine were stressful as usual, but accounting wound up last tuesday, and things got better. i finished one book, am half way through another, and i've been writing some, so this is a good thing. it's been months since i had a moment of free time and i really am enjoying it. oh, and i've been a SLAVE to my television, which is a horrible thing to admit, since there's so little good programming or anything of value to watch at all. nevertheless, i've tuned in and look forward to tuning back out.
oh, i knew that if anybody did 100% of their christmas shopping on line, it would be you. i just remembered, LOVED the rant on the barking dog-from-hell. should probably add that to the document, though who knows why? our own amusement, i suppose.
good for kate, that she may get some poetry published. i am green with envy, and hope that someday you say the same about me. maybe when mama telecom lays me off i'll be forced to do what i love.
you should plan a vacation. somewhere warm. caribbean. you know, that place we describe in email and never visit. what are you waiting for?
you ARE tuned out. you're
mad. survived the holidaze and got my arse
back to work. unfortunately. though it's a very slow and easy
work
week as they go, so i can't complain. nothing but tapping away at
the
keys, stroking a few others and staring off into space. a lot is
changing around here soon, with 3 code enforcement officers going over
to the police department by way of city council approval. that ought
to scare some people very soon. so i'm cleaning files out, thinning
away the paperwork ad nauseum. ah, good weekend, good christmas,
simple, short, sweet. all the good stuff. you like? i
like.
Strange infatuation seems to
grace the evening tide. I'll
take it by your side. Such
imagination seems to help
the feeling slide. I'll take it by
your side. Instant correlation
sucks and breeds a pack of
lies. I'll take it by your side.
Oversaturation curls the skin
and tans the hide. I'll take it
by your side. tick - tock x3
tick - tick - tick - tick - tick -
tock I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your
spleen, I seem to lose the
power of speech, Your
slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an
evergreen, You never see
the lonely me at all I... Take
the plan, spin it sideways. I...
Fall. Without you, I'm Nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Take the plan, spin it
sideways. Without you, I'm
nothing at all.
-- Placebo
today was hideous. not enough work
to fill 4, but stretched to 8. what work there IS isn't great work.
otherwise, i worked on my accounting test that is due tonight. have
noticed that you can find just about ANYTHING online except answers to
accounting homework? i've
searched EVERYWHERE and i find NOTHINK.
just some checkpoints would work, so i could tell if i was on the right
track. but no.
any christmas plans? new years? i'm staying in for new years for sure. i'm sure the media and half the citizens will be busy looking for trouble, and if my cable holds out, i'll watch it from the comfort of my warm & cozy living room sofa.
no new years plans and i don't intend to
get into the middle of it. i
doubt i'll even be up. that would be a miracle in and of itself.
i
called the vet, they'll 'take care of the problem'. since sotto
appears normal and never had a fever i wouldn't have suggested
antibiotics to begin with if i were a vet, so i blew off her suggestion
and i mildly resent the fact that they billed me for something i never
took delivery on. no whoring in at least 2 months. kate and
i barely
see each other and when we have she seems to have lost a lot of
interest. fine with me really. they're always great whores
but we've
just sort of drifted apart, partially because we're both further apart
and partially because we both bought houses. simple really.
i plan on
staying single. can be lonely at times but also not confining to
another person's decisions or problems. doth this bark have to yap all
a dam day long? shit, my neighbors dog hasn't shut up since 3 and
it's
now past 5. two solid hours of ranting. me thinks he does it when
his
mummy and daddy aren't home. the bastard. so when you going to send
me
a cut and paste story. oh, kate said some friend of hers is going
to
help her copyright and publish some of her poetry. good news, eh?
she
said most of the inspiration came from me and the no doubt good whore
fests. isn't that sweet? so she asked me how much of her blood
and
money i wanted in the take. i said i couldn't handle all the fame
she
might receive so i'll bow out of the wings and let the spotlight shine
on her. she's actually quite a decent little poet if you know it
and a
good writer. perhaps that may open up a future book deal for her.
could prove interesting. film at eleven. today was very slow
and it
needed to be. i had two or three permits to issue, two very big
projects, one meeting from nine to noon, a few simple phone calls
and a partridge in a pair tree. all the party favors started arriving
today. we were beginning to worry that we pissed too many companies
off and we weren't getting fudge, popcorn, fruit baskets, cookies, etc.
makes the merriam santa mighty hungry without all the goodies. gotta
keep my little belly peeking out beyond the belt line for the holidays.
who loves your sweet and silly way? you know who. now go get
some
work done and some accounting too. smooch.
of course, the hoo is a whoring negro a
dam day long, taking 8 hours to
send mail what MOST send in less than 15 seconds. what's up with
that
shit lately? no more parties, bon. you're too much the giver.
gotta
get it now and then. so quit it already.
why would your vet bill you for antibiotics you did not pick up? were you SUPPOSEN to pick them up? did you change your mind? there must be more to the story than you're telling me. but i trust you'll fire off your rant letter anyway.
oh, and do me this ONE little favor, would you?? the next time you hear me considering a party (even mentioning it), just take my checkbook and EUTHANIZE it, would you?
oh now i've given you the impression that it was not any fun, and it was. we disco'd the night away, really. it was just somewhat under attended, that's all, and i suppose i've earned the right to pout, no?
but still......shoot me if i ever.......
well you can euthanize your checkbook but
i'm going to euthanize my
would-be vet. those assholes have the nerve to send me a bill for
medication i never picked up (aka antibiotics). check before you
bill
me. they still have them. i don't appreciate it. and
i'm writing
them a nastygram regarding such practices.
Slightly bemused by his lack
of direction Hey You, Hey
You Came to this world by
caesarean section Hey You,
Hey You Chooses his clothes
to match his pallid complexion
Hey You, Hey You Now it
takes him all day just to get
an erection Hey You, Things
aren't what they seem. Makes
no sense at all Things aren't
what they seem. Makes no
sense at all Goes out to
cruise and to meet his
connection Hey You, Hey You
He never scores he just gets
an infection Hey You, Hey
You Dreams of a place with a
better selection Hey You, Hey
You Still it takes him all day
just to get an erection Hey
You, Things aren't what they
seem Makes no sense at all,
Things aren't what they seem
Makes no sense at all,
Things aren't what they seem
Makes no sense at all,
Things aren't what they seem
Makes no sense at all,
Luxemburger Queen, He's a
Burger Queen. Slightly
bemused by the total
rejection, Hey You, Hey You,
Came to this world by
caesarean section, Hey You,
Hey You, Dreams of a place
with a better selection, Hey
You, Hey You, Dreams of a
face that is pure as
perfection, Hey you, Things
aren't what they seem,
Luxemburger Queen,
Luxemburger Queen,
Luxemburger Queen, He's a
Burger Queen
-- Placebo
me kool? i wish. hope you enjoyed
your camel time. what do you mean
when you say a life change is in order?
if you're thinking what i
think you're thinkingk, then i'd argue
that life is the one thing i
needn't worry about or attempt to change.
my life is very good, i just
need to focus on being more comfortable
in my own skin at times. dig?
my business life is what needs to change.
it's like treading water
here. poifect analogy. you're
working hard to stay afloat, and you're
not dead (which is a good thing, i supposen)
but you really never make
it anywhere, you don't move any direction,
but you're working. i've
been in this condition a dam year long
(due to 1 merger and 3 reorgs),
i can change it, i need to change it,
i want to change it, i will
change it. somehow, somewhere, somewhy.
something's got to happen,
because i'm bored. and when i'm
bored, i'm not good and i'm certainly
not moving forward, which is very important,
i mean we all do work for
money & recognition, no? i'm
afraid that once i lose the momentum then
i'll forever tread the same water and
become that thing i hate the
most. and furthermore, it's balance
that i lack. professionally i'm
growing. intellectually, i'm growing.
physically, i hope i'm not
growing. i take all these classes
at night, and by day, i had 4 weeks
of training (by day) in 1999, 24 hours
by night, yet i (and the others
around me) can't get a good project to
save myself. mid year, the good
stuff all went away, and will not be pursued
pre-merger. it's just
awful. workin for the man.
show up, gather the paycheck, go home.
one last thing. i acknowledge, regret
and accept ALL typographical and
grammatical errors in the last message.
my fingers & brain seem to be
working independently of one another.
must having something to do with
body rejecting work today. brain
is boycotting fundamental rules.
fingers have gone astray.....body on work
strike.
so, it's the 3.4 whatever math kinda pi.
si, si. you know how i hate
that kinda math pi. go rent american
pie. you'll NEVER think of apple
pie the same way again. you gotta
be in a cow & chicken beavis &
butthead three stooges kind of mood when
you watch it, but it's got
some hilarious one liners, the obvious
scene with pie, and a lot of
laughs. i get pi. you get
pie. we both shut out pi(e) holes.
not sure if i've ever seen a cake candle, but i do sport a good candle now and then and we're not talking about the stick in my pants. i have about 10 of them in the house, just waiting to be lit up like a dried out christmas tree on a windy day. i never left the flame, it follows me wherever i roam. burn baby burn. just call me pie-ro-maniac. now shut yer pie hole.
peruse and pursue all job possibilities, internal or external. simple plan really. go for the best offer, the most cash, the best benes and keep the home fires burning (speaking of which natural GAS prices have soared through the roof lately, or haven't you noticed, cow?). obsession for the week, duly noted and scribed. mental note, annoy cow with gas issues on a daily basis, or as needed, until completely hostile and udders become incensed with rage, thereby knocking chicken into next century/millennium to prepare for y3k or other media misinformation hypes. added mental note, never perform a house inspection in less than freezing temperatures where the contractor is not planning on attending and the homeowner is an old gray mare, deaf mute who can't hear two doorbell chimes, two knocks or the local partridge in the pear tree. return to warmed vehicle, return to mother ship, invest or waste time tapping out keys as love taps to sister cow, who will no doubt question your motives, your modus operandi, your very being; further exasturbating the dilemma unfolding in your pea sized brain: the humanity of an unwanted chicken in a pressurized baking bag, surrounded by freezing temperatures, ready to be thawed, basted and eaten, ass first, by the likes of your little sister.
sweet and kindest of loveable cows, you are right, churches are loaded; what with all their tax breaks and cash cow contributions they don't need but 60% of what the rest of us meager citizens need to survive. homeless contributions could be good, though i'd prefer the direct, do not attempt to pass liquor store, do not visit your dealer type of contribution myself. and contributing to someone like united way is a pipe dream of infinite proportion. yeah, we both need to win. so we can say wewon damnit. honey, did you not get laid this week? in addition to all your other work related b.s. sorry you're feeling so crazy. i know, i'm fixin' to do the same come this spring and summer during my 'so busy i can't talk' tour of 2000. must be nice to be able to contribute $6k to charity, after the government takes $4k off the top for their greedy asses; and we should fire all of those putzes at the federal level, btw, since they've obviously proven their ignorance and they continue wasting our tax dollars without providing tax breaks for anything other than education (whoopdy-doo, whoo-hoo); which, in part, is a tax break for the rich (once again) since only the rich can afford good education to begin with. there are people who state they'll pay their cars off or pay down their house mortgages. i guess i'd do the same. no brave words of wisdom from me. i supposen i might use a bit of the money to take a trip. that might be nice, but then i'd be blowing it and i won't win a dime anyways, so i'm not even sure why i'm babbling on about it.
DOT.DOC PET PEEVES (listed in no specific
order):
nascar baby, come in nascar baby.
whoooooohhooooo, honey i can feel my
shorts ridin' up my crotch <scratches
his balls>! come on, baby, give
daddy a big fa' keeiiiiss <spit regulation
skoal>. heeeehaaaaaaw,
woman you turn me on FIRE. whoa,
baby <kicks his neck back, tops his
arkansas sillhouette with a bud longneck,
which spills over onto his
wrangler denim shirt>. i luvs ya,
momma <squeeze the proverbial butt>,
shit fire.
you're weird.
i am not "SO weird" ..... i am not weird
at all.
i am not weird on a train.
i am not weird on a plane.
i am not weird at work.
i am not weird in a skirt.
i'm not weird in the hall.
i'm not weird at the mall.
i'm not weird shoveling shit,
i'm not weird with a zit.
can you say mount vesuvius???
i do not like being called weird here, there, or ANYWHERE.
i can be not weird in my house,
i'm not even weird with a mouse.
i'm not weird on the net,
i'm not weird, YOU BET.
so we have a similar sense of humor and we uh, like to roll in it like
a fly on shit or something. does that make me weird? NO.
does that
make you weird? PROBABLY. who am i to judge.
i'm just glad i have you to banter with so's i can avoid this here work
day a dam day long on a ditch witch. capice? watch the sopranos.
get
to know tony's friend "pussy" joey and the boyz. you'll DIE laughing.
i do not like green eggs and ham.
i am not insane......bonn i am.
[to be continued]