Bada-Bing.
Yabba-Dabba-Dooo.
Hope we all made it out alive.
what a day this was.
Ooooh, I'm working tonight.

wishing everyone a Happy New Year too! Thanks for the wishes, R.C.! Right back atcha!!!

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home.

Pretty sure it's the cold. I took some freaky herbal medecine my mother has and I don't know if it did anything for me or if the cold just ran it's course, but I feel almost all better. I'm still having a little trouble with deep breathing, but it's a lot better than it was this morning.

I decided to go out. I didn't really want to, but my friend Lisa begged me and I felt guilty. she really wanted to go out, but not alone.

back and tired.

went to a latino house party last night. i felt like a giant among all these 5' tall equadorians.

this middle aged mamacita grabbed me and showed me three or four of the forbidden dances. the couches were covered with the older members of the family. the floor was covered with chicitas in clevage shirts and tight pants, rickymartinos and vatos.

and me, until i lost my pace and the buzz wore down and the house beat started doing battle with a migrane.

and all i can think about is how i used to be able to stay out all night no problem, and how i didn't always have so much hair, and how the belly is threatening again.

but then again, i'm too young to feel old.

and gee: I have some freaky herbal medicine for you, if you're interested. i'll just tell customs it's a magnet.

still laughing from last night.

Palestine, New Years Eve, and they decide in honour of 2000, to release fireworks and doves.
The problem is, they did it at the same time.

its rainin' doves in Palestine!

CNN truly is the comedy network sometimes. And how 'bought that Eiffel tower clock?
*lol*


hope you all survived better than the palestinian birds.

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is reminded of the time the doves were released at the olympic ceremony and they all flew to the giant unlit torch, which was soon lit....poor birdies..

glad to be alive in the year 100!

Thanks Nate, but no thanks. I hate medicine. herbal or freaky or perfectly normal. I felt like I was drinking molassas when I took that stuff and I've no clue if it did any good.

You never know about those customs people, though.

decided to come back a day early. we were on a remote beach on the north shore, without ny form of telecommunication. we had fun speculating about the various stages of armageddon the rest of the world could have been experiencing.

seems as if everything is ok though. no locust plagues. no international terrorism. not even a goddamn power outtage. what a drag, eh?

way more people made the trip than i expected. i guess i wasn't the only one who wanted to get away from fireworks and sulfur dioxide. my friend mike showed up with his buddies visiting from new york. they're all musicians and they played guitar and sang songs for us all night.

after the shock of being hot in the sweatlodge and then freezing my booty off in the ocean, i acquired an intense body buzz. it was just before sunrise, in that altered state, that i found myself blanketed up around the fire with one of the new yorkers. he was drowsy too. he held my hand and shared my pillow. i sang two songs to him before we both fell asleep.

i can't remember his name.

the only y2k meltdown i experienced was being burned on my left temple by an ember that exploded from the campfire some time close to midnight. it left a small figure-eight shaped burn mark, which will probably scar because every burn i've ever had has left a scar on me. but the figure eight is also the symbol for eternity. infinity. so i guess i can glean some sort of bitchin philosophical metaphor from it.

either that or i can say i was abducted by aliens who branded me and then i'll spend the rest of the my life roaming the planet for others who share my scar.

or maybe i'll just go on over to my friend dave's house in a few minutes and play guitar.

glad you all are safe.

all the critics love you in new york.

who said we are all safe?

Looking at a horribly shrunken head that used to be my regional supervisor.

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Back from Detroit.

Sounds like everyone had a satisfactory New Year's.

I had a good time in detroit, although I never hooked up with heather (he one disappointment). We talked on the phone for a bit, tho.

The concert was really good. Even Kid Rock. His music sucks, but He's a hell of a performer. Couldn't understand a damn thing Nugent was singing. He started his set by riding out on stage on a buffalo, and ended it by shooting his guitar with a flaming arrow. Metallica was really good, they played a lot of old stuff. At midnight, they released ballonns and a guy on stilts, bikini babes, and midgets came out and tossed candy to the crowd. Then everyone who played that night, (well, not everyone) came out and jammed on detroit rock city.
My buddy managed to snag 4 passes for the MGD/WRIF VIP party, so we got to drink and eat for free. Pretty cool all out.

Spent new year's day watching bowl games with the guys. The house we were at had four tv's all tuned to different games. I had a couple hits off a one-hitter and I was baked from 12 til about 6. Drank beer and ate good food.

My friend Dan got himself a chihuahua, named Beast. t's funny to see them togeher, a tall lanky dude with a limp and this little quivering dog. He was in the Oakland Press for his Boba Fett shrine, which consists of a large amount of Boba Fett related things.

That was my new years in a nutshell. Now I prepare to go to Quebec. Yay, more planes!

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Reading a book I think wd interest Mark. Thinking maybe I'll send him a copy...


Thinking that practically everyone on earth has a website except me. Maybe I'll build one for new New Millennium. But I dunno squat abt code or domain names or how you actually get the thing from yr computer onto the web.

[And asking whomever it was who told me to get NetZero to Pls. Email Me! I've downloaded the damn thing & I have a Dial Up folder now/but NetZero still doesn't connect me to the web. So I still can't access the boards at home...)

Saying fuck building a website -- I'll just keep hanging out here.

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i'd just like everyone to know.....

im not wearing any pants.

Queueing up phone calls.
Thank you for calling ProLaw software, East Team support, how may I direct your call.

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STILL HURTING

new years was all about consumption. I think i consumed more than I ever have before in a 4 day sitting. I won't bother to list all of the drugs, food and drinks and shit. I am sure your guys can guess, and chances are you will be right........i am gonna pay for it one day, fuck it, i am alive now right? Redemption is for the birds.

too much to catch up on, I think. Scanned through the boards,

I am developing a real love for darts. Though the talent seems to lag behind the love. getting there though......

damn, no millenium action, no bombs, no guns, no nothing.

oh wait, the traffic signal at hollywood and orange is out, i think someone hit it with their SUV, cocksuckers!

wondering if sorabji's neutron dance is a new craze. I feel so behind.

as the walls of this cube get ever so close i have fond memories, still wet and fresh of the snow covered wonderland i just left....

happy fucking monday

can't talk coming down

bob hope

yawning.

all that cash in my pockets earlier is gone.

I bought,

digital timer,
1 stirrer
a 2-reel developing tank
thermometer
3 mid size beakers
1 gallon of developer
1 pint of stop bath
half quart of fix
1/2 pink of foto-flo
2 empty quart jugs for disposal of used chems


all that shiyat for $130.

this profession I am pursuing never ceases to amaze and fascinate me.

i need coffee

Thinking of where to take my co-workers for dinner & drinks.

Our boss just came in & announced they're having server problems (news to us -- we've been working away since 4:00pm w.no glitches) & they're taking the system down "for about an hour" at 7:00pm.

(But everyone knows that abt an hour in tech-suport time means 2 hrs. in realtime.)

He told us to "take a vey long diiner break & we'll play it buy ear".

WHO-HOOOO! Two Senoritas, here we come!

secure in the knowledge that whomever posted Jesus Is Bob Hope has read the Book of the Subgenius.

I am listening to PJ Harvey and petting my cat. poor thing doesn't realize I go away for a few more days tomorrow. Such trauma!

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squeezing my buttocks together. See, I'm still here at work sitting in this really uncomfortable swivel chair. I work in a call center selling web hosting accounts. Yes, so many want a website these days. If not that, at least their own domain name. Many domain names are taken, so people are throwing hyphens in and extending the lengths to their unwieldy limit feelinandlookinggood.com). Someone warned me when I started here about getting Computer Butt. It is happening. I can feel it. The spreading of my cheeks, over the entirety of the seat of the chair. No!

my head really hurts. I had such an awful rotten day. So very very very bad. The worst part was when I saw the boy I made out with walking down the hallway and he smiled at me and I just stared at him with what I think was a suspicious look. I didn't mean to. I thought he was smiling at the cute girl in front of me. then he gave me a funny look and I realized he'd smiled at me and I felt bad.

I would really like to be his friend.

wet from moving band equipment around in the snow.

I kicked serious ass in my interview this morning. It was as if they wrote the questions specifically for me. I was the first interviewee. I'll get an answer late Wednesday or early Thursday. There are eight other candidates. But unless one of them happens to be Jesus Christ himself, this one's mine. I can taste it.

good luck simon.

today i faxed my resume in for two different writing jobs that were advertised in the paper.

nate?

Wishing Sarah luck.

Assuming Simon won't need any.

Going to bed.


Happy Tuesday, Sorabjians.

wondering where R.C. took her co-workers and what they had.

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realizing I just sent a 7 page (VERY personal) email to the office lazer printer.....in Hamilton. I am not in Hamilton.

factoid you won't see on CNN

Can you imagine working at the following Company? It has a little over 500 employees with the following statistics:

*29 have been accused of spousal abuse
*7 have been arrested for fraud
*19 have been accused of writing bad checks
*117 have bankrupted at least two businesses
*3 have been arrested for assault
*71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
*14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
*8 have been arrested for shoplifting
*21 are current defendants in lawsuits
*In 1998 alone, 84 were stopped for drunk driving











these fine statistics belong to the assholes in Congress. Your elected officials at work passing laws to keep US in line.

Got home and realized I would miss the early bus to madison. So i will spend the next4 hours at home, fucking off when I should be cleaing. I should get into madison tonight around 8, check into a hotel, get a wake-up call for 5-fucking-30 Am, whereupon I shall call a cab to come pick me up at 6:15 to take me to the airport. My flight leaves at 7:30 to Chicago (45 min) thence to toronto (1 hr 30 mi), then to Quebec (1 hr 30 min). wherupon I take a nother cab to the Quebec hilton(about 20 min). i shall then take a shower and perhaps a nap, if I don't manage to squeeze a few zzz's in on the plane.


I think I will be very glad when this month is over.

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recalling seeing Glenn Danzig at the grocery store last night. Man that guy is short. He is like only 5'7" or something, buff as ever but man, what a surprise.

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http://www.snopes.com/spoons/faxlore/congress.htm

Just getting home from Ft. Lauderdale...went and spent the New Year with the in-laws...went quite well to my suprise....got lots of nice, expensive gifts so I guess it was worht the trip.
Glad to see that R.C. included me in her Happy New Year shout out deal....back at ya babe.
Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday..I did.

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I can't keep quite, I tried and I can't do it.

the url I posted goes to the Urban Legends website I've listed several times. it has to do with the stuff Waffle posted about congress.

You people should check that website out. I love going there. I read every new legend included.

oh, that reminds me of something...

thinking that this Glenn Danzig person is very scary looking.

Oh, and Danipoo... expensive gifts from the in-laws eh? Didja have to see the husband?

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Listening to Edith Piaf with Amelia.

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making notes:

1. jesus is our bob. sem is our doktor of detection.

2. wisper MAD SEXY BORED

3. resume'd a pair of pro-audio companies on the nice side of the hill. e-mu/ensoniq, and a research company held by creative labs. both jobs involve developing embedded software for pro-audio equipment. yes, multiple my loves. yes, fingers cross.

4. ill. flu. evil.

5. finally dropped my simon & nate idaho wilds film off to be developed.

6. there is no six.

7. currently up $6.45 on my penny-stock investment. i bought stock as a joke. for a laugh. i am sick. where am i.

flipping out. The book i shot the cover for is being requested for review copies by Cosmo-girl and I think Leslea Newman is gonna do a blurb for it, which in the end game means PUBLICITY, which means my photos could be in print not only in Cosmo but various other mags as well. WAHOOO!!!!!

exposure! exposure! exposure!

If anyone gives a rats ass, the book comes out in May, it's called The Silk Road, by Jane Summer it's a coming of age road book ala Kerouac about a young girl and who runs from a broken home and meets this older woman in a Buick Skylark.....it's set in the 70s, and its supposed to be damn good.......

thinking the Grammys are the biggest farce in American pop culture. I can't believe they are rewarding such lame fucks like Kid Rock, that lame boy band and Christine Agulagablackablacka...whatever,........people truly have no taste what so ever.

butt tickler

Working.

5 weeks of vacation from school is just too much. Being able to work full time is nice.

I like money.

What happened to the fun floaty-window I could have on my desktop that would update WAYD every 2 minutes?

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Still working. Found the 2 minute thing.

Also, a co-worker just got back. It was strange... Yesterday a police officer came to our department and asked to see him. We didn't see or hear from him until late this afternoon. He spent the night in jail over an unpaid traffic ticket.

He said it was boring.

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hoping i just fixed the Year 100 thing, bringing us back to modern times..

/

mark is God. I know that now.

inert.

stayed home with da flu from work today, and coincidentally The Chair was delivered.

at about 1:00 p.m. EST they hauled it in. they had to peel the bubblewrap and the styrofoam off it so they could *recline* it horizontally to get it through the door.

i tried to help. the lead guy had my chair by the head, and they had some trouble getting it through the front door.

seeing the situation i said "dude, the doorknob's in the way" and i grabbed that chair by the head and fluffed it away from the doorknob of the closet which is next to the front door.

all i could say was "man, that's nice leather."

and the delivery dude agreed. and the other delivery dude agreed. and there was much rejoicing.

they got The Chair through the front door, then they got it through the bedroom door, and they got it onto This Spot on which i Sit right now.

this spot was formerly occupied by a bucket full of change. i used that mountain of change to buy this chair.

it is hard to explain why i am so happy right now.

so forget it.

(that was a nod to Charles Schulz, for those of you keeping track. in a 1980s strip Snoopy is on the doghouse at his typewriter and he writes [paraphrasing, because i don't have the original strips at hand]: "Dearest Darling/You asked me if I love you/And I didn't know what to say/So forget it." Actually, I don't think that was right. I think the strip was "Dearest darling/You asked me if I loved you/And I have an answer:/ Yeah.")

So i got my chair. Today, whilst sitting in this chair, i ordered a new souped-up computer for delivery next week. it is cold outside but this room is warm. i've got clean sheets. for the first time since i've lived in New York, i trust my neighbors.

life is good.

at my previous job "The Chair" was kind of a joke. that was where you sat when the balls of the company were in your hand, so whoever got "The Chair" for the night was expected to be at the top of their form and they could not fuck up.

the chair. i am in the chair in my home.

good grief.

/

thinkin' that I wish I had a butt tickler.

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Avalable to do all your butt tickling for a small fee. Where do you live?

ever wake up with the compulsion to pick somebody up by the neck, shake 'em around a bit, then bounce their skull against a brick wall until their eyes roll back into their head?

no?

huh.

must be just me then.

saying....

hey Sorabji,

lets see a BIG PICTURE of the chair, eh?

saying....

hey Sorabji,

lets see a BIG PICTURE of the chair, eh?

12/99
DRIVING HOME BY WAY OF BE-BOP MEXICO.

This afternoon I'm a drunk lizard. My eyes act independent of each other while watching t.v.'s hung at opposite ends of the bar. Staring straight ahead, I flick my long reptile tongue at the green reflection of myself in a wall length mirror. I'm in an old L.A. bar hidden on Western between stucco fingernail shops and generic convenience stores. My strong claws grip a full glass and a cigarette. Burn, sip, gulp, smoooth.
Know what I mean? Power to the people and I am their King. Dinosaur horns run down my back. Jazz pounds the juke box. Drums warm my blood with a 4/4 beat. Piano keys sweeten a dead man's sax. New York sweat and brick basement yells. The beat drivesme toward life. Do you know how many animals I've loved for less?

Lucky I'm alone except for an ancient barmaid playing solitaire scratch off games. Without moving my head, I watch the daily freeway car chase develop on the t.v. screens. Some unlucky son of a bitch stole a Toyota pick up and is heading south accompanied by a squad of cop cars. Fluid lane changes and staccato brake pedals. The cruisers shadow the driver's every move. Go baby, go! Talk about a jazz rift driven by pure adrenaline. Man, you can't help thinking faster, faster, you fool, you fool! Take me to where there is no rule. Speed further than the law, and finish for freedom. The guts, the balls, the desperation to wake up and decide that today is the day. Invent a passage that has never had play. Fuck the helicopter lighting your way. Twist and turn, bop and pop to your own chorus. You've made it to prime time so let's milk your last dime. Just like Thelonius discovering new chords from thin air, this fugitive's going to where nobody will dare. I'm excited, I'm tense, I'm hoppin' a mile a minute. God! Doesn't anyone else hear the tempo of the engine's tune? Run for all you're worth cause in the end you're gonna get caught. Skid row marks and rubber smokes the bass player's fingers. The juke box hops right to Miles creating sidewalk heel prints on the top of his
instrument. He knows the pain of a male's fruitless attempts at creation. The indignation of lonely joy rides. He plays, wails and cries that he is alive despite knowing the song must one day die. I'm always sad at the end of beauty.

I need another drink and quick. Head can't stop nodding and heart can't stop pumping. Do you understand the thrill of jazz, of stealing a car, of out running the cops? Even if it's for a brief moment? Because in the whole show we pray we aren't only the warm up act. Just like I sit here pretending to be a lizard, just like that driver pretends his gas tank's gonna stay full, we both know we're simply stupid guys looking for an instant of recognition. To have one person say that we're special and that everyone else should
shut the fuck up and listen.

The last song ends and the bar is painfully quiet. I'm out of money and the cops have cornered my hero. Guns replace horns. Arms raised high allow the curtain to drop. A moment of smiles and Miles before the final pop. Slumped and bleeding I look into the mirror. The lizard is gone. Before me is a reflection of the reality of who I am. A man who is tired, spent and returned from his dream. A man who creates because he has no choice. A man who prays of finding his voice. A man who would go, a man�who�would�go�to...be-bop... Mex�i�co.

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Help

8 hours of boredom to go.

email
me
something
amusing

please


help...

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burning media like an arsonist in a pyroshop.

got 8 burners going at a time and stacks of jacks in waiting. pretty soon i'll have the complete works of coltrane, miles, sun ra, fela, and countless other bad-asses whose catalog i've wanted to complete.

the 150k cd library has made my day.

sorry about the royalties.

can't talk now. it's burnin' time.

I bought a Spirit of the West songbook. If I knew how to read musical notes I could play their songs.

I am sitting at work reading yours and Craig Mitchell's website (www.myboot.com) and enjoying all of it. You both have the best sites I have seen so far.

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I just got done posting the last one and realized that my link got screwed up. God I'm bored, the power went out about ten minuits ago and it was chaos in the office, I was rather ammused but now I'm bored again.

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ayee ayie yaly h

i'm going to e-mail random people odd piktures

thx to moonit and YOU

Att: Agatha

Pls. report to the
"I Am Not Mark Thomas Board" immediately. We have new questions for you.

officially a bona-fide certi-fide natural resource management professional motherfucker.

AIEEEEEEEEE!!

nate and sarah take heed: the barrier has been breached. leap in after me!

I'm at home trying to get rid of the flu. I can't stand just sitting around so I thought I'd update my really tedious web site. I found this site linking to the linked links of a link page and was amused by the payphone section. DAMN!
I've wanted to do that for years. Well, I'll show you! I'm going to link to you! HAH! That'll
teach YOU to steal my killer IPO concept!

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a little depressed, too much to tell you, well not too much, rather too personal, AHAHA, i have stepped up to the line.....

feeling and wanting to commit some sort of violent action. Not wanting to hurt anyeone, but rather thrust my body in a whirling swirling motion, causing some sort of destruction, force, exhertion.... some sort of breakdown, RESULTS BABY! Here inlies the break down in the male species in the 90s.....we need results......stripped of purpose, usefulness and handiness. no REALLY, I WANT to change your tire, i WANT to fix your toilet.........so i see myself, arms flailing,,,,vocals wailing.....knocking bricks like Mario........minus the cute sound effects and a Yoshi to hop on and ride away with........

Needing to get my rocks off.

Perhaps the narcotics and the alcohol have made me selfish, yeah thats it, play play play and the conflict of work work work seems to have been taking it's toll........I am somewhere in between the narcotic numbness our good buddy J embraces and the neurotic stresses our sweet Spider suffers from time to time.........god it sucks.......

logical inconsistency is the Mr. Bubble I bathe in each and every evening, except for yesterday evening when I went down to the masonic temple and played pinochle with pope Jean Paul I. I really had to choice in the matter.

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oh yesssss! easy enough to blame it all on narcotics and alcohol. why, if those were good excuses, would i be the miserable, bitter, olden, spiteful person i am? of course not, i would be just another vapid pretentious ass rationalizing my capacity to sit here and read, and write, for most of the precious unbearable hours i have left on planet earth, knowing full well it really means i have nothing else to do, and knowing that everyone else knows it, too.

yay, this is really fine flu medication. and i love sorabjiland.

being a good wombat and getting my way

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shaking.

too much coffee today.
For some reason I didn't
think that 2 Gigante
double iced mochas were
enough. I do now, as my
hands are shaking as I'm
typing on the keyboard.

Enjoyable day today
working out of the
office. Sitting in a
coffeeshop, watching the
people go by.

My uncle was telling me
how when people scuba
dive the people most
eager to hurry around and
see things end up seeing
the least. They scurry
from here to there moving
as fast as they can, but
the few fish they don't
scare off by there
frenetic intrusive pace
are hard to see because
of all the sand they've
stirred up from all that
kicking about.

The trick to seeing
things, I'm told, is to
just stay in one place
for a while, staying very
still and keeping your
eyes open without getting
in anything's way. The
entire universe will pass
your way eventually.

Well, that's what I did
at the coffeeshop today.
It was nice, but next
time I may have to hold
back on t

on the gigante double
iced mochas..

scratchin' parts.

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one day it will all make sense.

stand firm.

yawning. My nana had a stroke today so i've spent all day in hospital.

Fuck i hate hospitals. The smell. The squeaky shoe noise. She did have a cute doctor tho.

Shes okay now. Can speak clearly again and has the motion back in her arm but they want to keep her for observation.

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Hoping Mooni's Nana continues to make a speedy recovery.

And our Sheila as well.
(Am I the only person in America who didn't get the flu this season?)

Trying to find an online source for pure shea butter.

And wishing Mark wd post a picture of his new chair!

qoute of the day:

"i don't have a drinkin *problem*.

i got a drinkin' *solution*!"



thanks, jimmy.

I never get the flu. Not since they prepared me to go overseas back in '84. Know how they say cops got all the best dope? Well it's also true that uncle sam's got all the best shots. Unfortunately the shots usually aren't FDA approved. Nor are they voluntary.

jesus herbie christ. and i have to eat gobs of peanut butter just to keep the weight on. involuntarily.

evil.

as it turns out, last night i sorta hooked up with that adorable new yorker musican boy i met new years eve. the hooking up thing can be fun. that first kiss is so nice. it fills you up at the time, but later it just leaves you hungrier than you were before. and i'll tell you what. this whole deal is getting real old, real fast.

so i'm about to go out for the night... meeting up with some friends. but feeling incredibly lonely.

making a bracelet. My hand is cramping up...

FUCK

DA

POLICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

waiting for sheila to come back to chat with me.

listening to a slew of mp3s on my dad's computer at home realizing that they must have come from some mp3.com cd. Most of them are bad, so most of them get deleted. This one I'm listening to right now is some pretty simple techno called "Horus2". Sounds like something you could do on a keyboard at Circuit City while waiting for you parents to buy a dishwasher. Mark, don't you think the reason for you new chair happiness stemmed from the fact that you were getting new things? Just the thought of getting new things makes me happy and disgust me at the same time.

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thinking: wow, had to edit that last message. forgot to pluralize a bunch o 'you's' and one 'disgust'. I bet ya'll thought I was stupid!

Ryan is:

listening to a slew of mp3s on my dad's computer at home realizing that they must have come from some Mp3.com cd. Most of them are bad, so most of them get deleted. This one I'm listening to right now is some pretty simple techno called "Horus2". Sounds like something you could do on a keyboard at Circuit City while waiting for your parents to buy a dishwasher. Mark, don't you think the reason for your new chair happiness stemmed from the fact that you were getting new things? Just the thought of getting new things makes me happy and disgusts me at the same time.

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Getting ready to go to the hospital again. Nana is lots better - but she has an infection so they want to keep her in. They might operate on her blocked artery thingee but don't know yet.

Is it just me or do people always get sicker in hospitals?

Thanks for thinking of me RC.

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iago's a jerk, desdemona's a priss, othello's a schmuck.

I did laundry and read shakespeare. I dropped the collected works, a high school graduation gift, in the mud by my car. I wiped it off with my dirty sweatpants, which are now clean and dry.

Drinking tea and writing.

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don't you believe the jump is worth the fall?

Stimming.

People DO get sicker in hospitals. You go to a hospital to be sick, so if you're not doing too badly, you feel obligated to come down with something... plus, that's where all the really good microbes live. The kind that have survived the heavily darwinean weeding-out by various tasty chemicals.

mmmm... chemicals.

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eager to start school tonight, back to the grind. taking a studio lightning class......i hope i learn more than how to do product shooting and lame still life.......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Wondering:
is that a prerequisite to Studio Thunder, or vice versa?

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Fuck the French.

I am back from Quebec City, and All I have to show for it is a cold. Thankfully, this cold seems to be the short-lived kind, but still, having to fly a lot and also sit for quite a bit in airports while you are going through the worst bits of your cold sucks.

Quebec is a stunningly out of place city. I kept having to remind myself that I was still in North America and not Europe. It's avery beutiful place, with lots of good restaurants, but cold as fuck. The conference was good, got to hook up with my good pals. We found a good disco and spent two nights there boogying like ther was no tomorrow. A lot of people associate archaeologists as stuffy academics, but a good number of us are rowdy pirates. Quebec has actually softened a bit of my "Fuck the French" attidude, as the folks there were mostly nice, and when you combine beautiful girls with that sexy french accent - wow!

Travel kind of sucked. I got to the bus station last week and wasn't able to get on the bus i wanted, and had to wait 2 1/2 hrs in the McDonalds. This resulted in my arriving in Madison around midnight. The flights out were remarkably smooth. My lugge got delayed, though, and when I got to the Hilton, they had lost y reservation. Apparently I was supposed to have had a confirmation number, which they nver gave me, and they were not able to track down my reservation either by name or credit card no., which I find highly irregular in this day and age. So I went to a few papers, and drank an average of 9 beers each night. The flights back were also smooth, but there was a 2 hour delay at O,hare, which again resulted in arriving at the motel in Madison at about 12:30 am. I got the shakes something fierce that night, whenever I got out from under the covers, which i attribute to my body fighting off the cold bug. I lucked pout this morning, tho, when I went to the bus satation, as I expected to have to wait 3 hrs for the next bus to Tomah, however the one I thought I had missed was late and I snagged a seat on it.

I'm still not fealling all that hot. I may have to call in sick tomorrow. I am a little weak, and the coughing is annoying as hell.

So, what's new?

apologizing to sem for her terrible planning and arranging abilities

will you forgive me?

the day became undone
she called her faith a liar
she lost the lovely one
whose weight was once inside her

Gee, what the fuck is going on here?. two posts and now you suddenly become my subconscious?

This morning the chef served crispy bacon. Usually he serves sort of soggy bacon. I snuck back and stole me some extry pieces.

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explaining, uh, yeah sarah. your previous subconscious retired and gee put in the best bid. i, uh, we, uh, i guess we forgot to inform you.