I am thinking about you. And me. But not us together, ah, now i am thinking about my own insanity...Are you insane? Do you know someone who might be insane? Chances are you probably do, and there is an asylum waiting to fit you into the cotton with the long sleeves for growing. You know the one, and then you will match the room that they put you in, and when you wonder why, they will remind you that you are sick, and when you get frustrated, they will call the doctors all to watch, and then you are proof that you are sick. Then when the doctors all nod in agreement and write their notes down, looking at you through their glasses and white coats (everything matches), they will administer you some drugs, and this is fine because anyone who can administer something must know what they are doing. Which is good at this point, because you are insane, and as you are calming down and contemplating a silent death, a relaxed pathetic suicide, the doctors remind you that you are sick, and that you will get better. But you need to stop telling people that they are ignorant, and you need to stop being anti-social, hearing voices, and seeing things. It means that there is something wrong with you, you are not in working order, like the rest of society, and you need to spend some time alone. So the doors shut, for 30 days straight, only a slot opens once a day with some sustenance. The bench, which only pretends to be padded, because you heard someone in the cell next to yours say once that when he was put in this room, it was not padding in the bench. It was clumps of hair that other inmates had ripped out of their heads in the room, and they keep stuffing the walls and floor and everything will the hair. This is why it is not solitary anymore, you can still be confined, but you have to deal with all the screams of other patients as they tear the hair off their heads. It is a good thing that you are so sick that you're fitted into the nice jacket- or else your hair would be on the floor, waiting to be stuffing, too.
I guess that is what i am doing. Just thinking about you. And me. Take care, write me mark.

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IGNORANCE IS BLISS: How happy are you?

i am having my period. shit.

Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
Gray

hi mark- enjoying site... will be back.

Is it your own narrow-mindedness,
Or the Result of Efficient Use of Propaganda?

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in love
god help me




ignorance is ignorance

you poor thing.

good luck.

Sitting here with hardcore photophobia and trying not to get ill because we were going to get Punjab for dinner and I still WANT TO DAMNIT.

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Sitting at work. I told you I would continue to do this, and I wasn't lying.. I just haven't worked for a bit.

Projects were due Saturday. Profs kinda told me I was redundant, which I will admit is true, at least for this quarter. Hopefully I can remedy that next time.

End-of-quarter party at my friends house. Hopefully I won't drink too many white russians. Don't count on it.

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rooting for truffles. watch out for that treeeee....

I'm studying binary multiplication and division algorythms with so much caffeine in my system that I'll probably explode but I don't care because I finally understand it all perfectly and I'll do awsome on my test tomorrow and I'll be dancing in the streets laughing and sneering at the poor bastards walking away from the test shaking their heads because they couldn't understand.

Or maybe I need to settle down before I have another heart attack.

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celebrating the fifteenth anniversary of the evil empire's unsuccessful attempt to remove me from the planet.

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Still heart broken about my dog,have spent alot of money trying to find her.........,I miss her more than Amee,she never gave me any greif except the occasional shit on the carpet

i am alone at my hovel, frittering away our defense budget on useless things like paperclips and nukes. i plan to disarm the bombs and sell parts to homeless people for shelter.

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planting spring bulbs. glads and callas and pink ladies. tiger lilies.

i'm leaving a trail of documentation vis a vis the brain aneurism thing. if i'm not able to say I Told You So, at least i want them to read it somewhere.

very sleepy. got home from the concert at two, was at work at 7 in the morning. Piling brush.

The Ani DiFranceo/Greg Brwon/Gillian Welch concert was excellent. If you have a chance to see this tour, go. Instead of each playing a set, all three played songs together, with two sidemen. It was probably one of the best concerts I've been to.

WAHOOOO!

the wifey doesn't have to go to HK........

missed my flight back to honolulu this morning, for all the right reasons of course.

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amused.

resigned.

it was great.

accepted an offer from another place.

taking a paycut. back to the fives.

god damn.

but hopefully, step back and jump forward.

i want the sevens.

bless me.

confused - trying to figure out Fireworks - I can see a picture and some code - what the hell am I doing?

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congratulating everyone

wow

Did Sarah get laid?
Cause about the only right reason for missing anything is sex.

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even more amused.

it has been decided that my services are not required for the next week.

what will i ever do?

still confused - but hey, it dosen't take much!

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guzzling, absolutely guzzling cheap wine, thawing a pork chop but thinking it will be spaghetti for dinner instead, listening to elton john and conlon nancarrow cds, trying to focus on something but not finding anything on which to focus. having a pointless week, a pointless life, a pointless night at home. can't think of anything to say, any reason to say it, anyone who would listen to it. feeling oh so sorry for my pitiful, wretched self. listening now to "Ticking," from elton john's "Caribou" album. the LP had the lyrics included but the CD does not. so forget it.

/

I like your glasses, I'd
like to get a pair like
that mysel

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unwinding, recovering from onions, listening to Hen's Teeth #2, specifically the mekons version of Folsom Prison Blues, recollecting my visit to the Echo Lounge, just hung up from about an hour on the phone with my friend in Scottsboro, (it's always at least that when it's him, he's had dog trouble but nothing worse which is comforting, and we negotiated some art), trying not to think about the discovery i made today that one of the deadbolt locks on the front door just fell off, fortunately one of the furniture men was able to unlock it with a screwdriver, and the other deadbolt isn't really locking, probably never has, due to warpage of the door, and all that is protecting me right now is a chain and the hope that somebody on the other side of the door doesn't have a screwdriver, and i'd better call a locksmith tomorrow, and realizing tomorrow i will be torn between playing with flour and paint, dealing with the house, testing version 99.4, OR JUST TAKING OFF. I WAS WORKING AT THE BAR WHERE WERE YOU?

Feeling that things are somehow not right.

The universe is alway playing tricks on me.

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enjoying the luck of the Irish, emancipating the spirit, finding matching socks, wondering in awe at the loss of another inche around my waist, clenching my tickets outta here, and reading Lear outloud to the crows on the lawn. Gonna be a great day!

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being an office slave
while dreaming of surfing chest high waves.
tomorrow morning, early, work will have no meaning.

dominique_rand

praying my car title arrives in this afternoon's mail. I'm back home at my mom's house. Got to sleep in until 11, which felt great. Got a month extension on my report - Yippeee!

Not going out drinking to celebrate St Patrick's Day.

introducing.

Bored?

See what I created in a matter of a couple hours.

http://members.nerve.com/waffleboy/index2.html

So, William...

Are you celebrating by not drinking, or are you not drinking, and therefore not celebrating?

Or are you drinking but not going out to do it, and therefore celebrating or not celebrating?

This is what Logic for philosophy majors will do to a computer science major.

Ow.

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roasting quail. i've got a pilaf cooking and i'll put the vegetables on to steam when things are close to done.

I am drinking bushmills. lots of it.

my paternal grandparents came to this country from ireland (and extreme poverty) as small children. my grandmother - a particularly bad cook from a culture of bad cooks - would cook horrendous boiled dinners for us. i think i owe it to them to have good food on st. patricks day.

not celebrating st. patrick's day by drinking is just plain wrong. of course, i believe that letting ANY friday go by without drinking is wrong.

they made me an offer.


i laughed.


i said, add 10 grand and then we'll talk.


fuckers.


wow. before i could click the little grey button, they called back with another offer.


still not good enough though.


god damn this is fun!

well, nate. i'm only hours behind you.

it's a done deal, my sorabji family. y'all can call me Director of Internet Development.


word.

i am posting first.

drunkeness my only true friend.

i wish someone would call me.

going to go to bed and sleep off all the bad alcohol in my system.

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the boogie woogie king from the mountaintop. That's what I am.

nate & Sarah, I told you once I broke the barrier, your turn would come. Vis a vis the job thing.

The X went and cried in front of a California judge and he waved his magic wand and said that she does not have to pay me the $5K in unpaid back child support that she owes me. Her current support (a brutal $75 a month) will go up to $169.

If she were a man, she'd be paying $1200 a month.

Many years ago an attorney told me a murder defense is cheaper than a divorce. It's too bad I didn't take his advice, I'd be up for parole about now.

watching images of western men burn in effigy in the east.

and feeling my pulse.

saturday morning big ugly headache hungover cough up phlegm choke back blood piss in the wind and so i think i wanna smoke a joint.

st. patrick's day booze abuse.

my sick bad thing.

my cheeseburger is almost ready.

i was just walking across the living room and thinking of something to say here, but now that i am sitting here and trying to do it i forget what i thought i intended to say.

listening to the busoni piano concerto. polishing off the bottle of cheap wine.

remembering the last time i was happy enough with myself such that i did not feel compelled to spend the weekend afternoon wandering around manhattan doing absolutely nothing except wandering.

remarking to myself about how nice it feels to take a pen to paper before going out on those wandering rounds.

today i practiced 4 hours. schubert, rachmaninoff, and liszt.

my bed is covered with pants. mostly unironed pants.

PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS PANTS !!!!!!!!!!

i like ironing. i spend long hours on sundays watching 60 minutes and ironing my shirts and PANTS. between ironing and sleeping with my PANTS, sundays have started to balance themselves out.

/

how come people don't say SLACKS anymore?

enjoying another late night after-gig feast. Playing makes me hungry as hell.

Usually when I get home, I have to decide whether I'm too tired to eat or too hungry to sleep.

Appetite usually wins.

went to see the Muldoons last night. The Muldoons are now a two-man band. Both play acoustic guitars and a bass, while one operates a bass drum. The other plays what he calls the Stupid Machine. This is a kick drum pedal that strikes a snare drum, and a hi-hat stand that has a tambourine attached to it.

They made a glorious racket.

Going to hang out at a reggae band practice today. leaving to go back to Wisconsin tomorrow afternoon after the mail comes. If my title still hasen't arrived, i need to see if my mom can act as my agent and do the paperwork for me when it arrives. My weekends for the next three weeks are all booked.

i'm working on it, i'm working on it...
i'm hungry, i'm thirsty, i'm bleeding
going back to work. no i'm not. going to eat.
i love Dioxazene Purple.

Searching online for a set of classic martini glases in simple elegant crystal. At least 8 oz. cap. With long stems.

But everything I find is in colored glasss or full of engravings or w/crooked stems or monkeys. I hate it when I have $$ to spend & can't find the thing I want.

But Publix had a Hagen Dazs sale this weekend --$2 a pint! So I took the chance on getting BGH poisoning so I cd stock up.

My freezer had never had 3 pints of H.G. in it's possession at one time.

Such a happy little freezer.

I am avoiding the shitload of iroing I need to do. The only downside to doing laundry.


Hey Mark, are ya busy?

We had a strange semi-family reunion at my house today. Got to see my great-uncle Frank, the man with the false voice box. I love Uncle Frank. We found out a few years ago that he used to be a big cheese in the CIA.

Three cousins or something asked me what grade I was in. I'm not in any grade, I told them, smiling. What's wrong with people? I don't look that young.

I ate dinner with a distant cousin of mine. I still can't figure out how he's related. I think he's my grandfather's brother's grandson, which would make him (generationally) on the same level as me, except he must be in his 50s or 60s, so that can't be right. Except that my grandfather is the second-youngest of his siblings, so maybe his oldest brother was like 20 years older than he was and had kids really young.

Anyway, I spent the entire dinner trying to figure out why he looked so familiar. It wasn't because he was family, either. He looks like someone I've seen recently, in a movie or something. I can't place his face, and it's frustrating me.

That's what I'm doing right now...trying to remember.

working on a project that i long ago lost the momentum for- or really i never built it up

wondering if it's ok for it to be 'nice looking'- wondering if it would be better for it to offend in some way but i never seem to be able to bring myself to do it

happy lately, listening to myself

going to new orleans in a week.....warm....yeah

I am painting myfinger nails Peggy Bundy Pink while hoping that the flames make the playoffs this season.
( I am realizing fully that my super hero inclinations are not at all normal. )

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sipping a Guinness, trying to make the transition back from weekend-night-person mode to monday-day-person mode.

amazed at finally accessing this place - my last ten-fifteen tries resulted in this message on a blank screen:

Hi Digiweb Staff. Guess what? There is no entry in Apache for the Account you are looking for. Make sure that it is in the apache conf file and then restart apache. Wasn't that easy?? Any questions...ask Paul or Phi or Sean or Huy or Kwang or Khamisi or James, etc. Ask Ryan last, if no one else can help you.


WTF?

Had a good time at the band practice yesterday. I felt a bit frustrated, though, as I knew the correct riffs to a couple Marley tunes they played, but I consider it bad etiquette to tell someone in a band you're not in that they don't quite have the song right. Still, since I don't have a band of any sort right now, who am I to nitpick?