By Fetidbeaver on Wednesday, March 27, 2002 - 05:46 am:
my motto: "fuck it, they can't boil and eat me"

wow,...interesting.

disconnected.

disconnected.

terribly sick

As the priest got up to speak
The assembly craved relief
But he himself had given up
So instead he offered them this bitter cup:

"You're gonna die

"We're all gonna die
Could be twenty years, could be tonight

"And lately I have been wondering why
We go to so much trouble
To postpone the unavoidable
And prolong the pain of being alive"

excited about Dogtown and Zboys.

Listening to Stacey Peralta talk on the radio.


He makes some awesome points about skateboarding, of which im so grateful i got into.


Its purely American, moreover Californian, born in a time when people thought Californians were culturally empty, being being sandwiched between the desert and the sea. The wash-out of the hippy era.

Learning that there were two of the biggest droughts in 100 years in the 70s, in CA, which led to dry drains, and empty pools.

Realizing how liberating of a sport it is. The movement. Requiring very little...just some concrete, brick or asphalt. Surfing and snowboarding require snow and water.

The ingenuity involved at how skaters look at architecture.Redefining.

The influence on surfing and snowboarding in terms of tricks.

The culture. The hair and clothing styles. Most of all, the music.

Reminiscing. I skated for about 7 years. the only thing that expedited my stopping was moving to a house in the woods with no concrete within a 1/4 to 1/2 mile.

Remembering the distances I covered, the freedom I felt...the bruises, scrapes and breaks i suffered.

Looking at my barely visable scars.

Most of all, recalling my resiliancy. In particular one incident in which I was flying down a hill, on my belly, head first. Hitting a small pothole and sliding 15-20 feet. Ripped clothes and mnore blood than ive ever seen spill from me. Road rash. Skating home to get bandaged up and go at it again.

Fracturing my ankle, only because i didn't let a sprain heal long enough.

Remembering the certain spots I would skate constantly, daily. Being chased by cops, mall security and authority figures in general.

Remembering the people I came across and the instant bond.

Yeah Im looking forward to this movie, even though I came to skating 10+ years after the official birth, i still know them all, even skated on some of their boards.

stoked about the weekend. Tonight, churascaria and sex. Tomorrow, company softball tournament where I'll do my best to emulate Mark McGuire and Derek Jeter at the same time, then sushi for dinner and poker all night, then Sunday, boat's in the water -- first cruise of the year, and then boss is having a party for me & my fiancee's engagment around 5:00. Phew

in the middle of one of the most transcendent days i've ever had in my life.

gotta check my horrorscope or buy a lottery ticket or something.

listening to Varttina.
Absolutely some of the
most beautiful music
I've ever heard. They
are a Finnish vocal
group, and if I were
Peter Jackson, I would
have hired them along
with Enya to sing in the
Lord of the Rings. It
would be highly
appropriate as Tolkien
based Elvish on
Finnish.

Finishing painting for the night. Yep, I finally got started on this place. Decided, since it is rental property to buy cheap paint and went to Wal-Mart. Two of the three paints I needed for my faux finish in the bathrooms and the living room were on sale for $2 per gallon. I very happy.

2 out of 3 walls in the dining room are done, though I might go back for a second coat. I love this green, a little bit brighter than I thought it would be but that's just fine. This place needed some serious color.

I am so excited. I am loving the change this place needed.

I can't wait to finish, but then I don't have anyone to show it off to.

I feel like I am ready to party.

Tomorrow night, some friends are meeting us at the pool for a bbq and night swim. Woohoo adult swim.

gloating.

disliking the vileness of gloating

Im typing this, watching SNL (muted) listening to the sexy sounds of the Flirts R Us! Voice Chatroom on Always FREE PalTalk.com (Under Adult Conversation) after just making myself come 10 times the past hour. After which I ate a Lil Debbies Nutty Bar and a half glass water...
Come say Hiya to me on PalTalk!

http://www.paltalk.com

Mark Thomas is a big fag ass who can't play Scrabble to save his rancid loser self.

prunetastic.

wishing you all a feliz cinco de mayo.

this day commemorates the defeat of french forces (during napoleon's rule) by a rag-tag army of mestizo and zapotec indian mexican forces (during the time of pres. benito juarez) in the 1860's.

fuck the french!

�chinga los franceses!

Ay! Fuck the French.

The iMac blurts it out
when there is a glitch,
astonishing guest
users nearly to death.

flipping out.

making myself eat.

wondering why I can't
spell because on the
first try except when I
talk about how I can't
spell because.
the first one took one
try, the second 3 tries.

semi, what you say?
the first try at what written material?

because, curious.

I keep using the wrong spellings for things lately, like thier and there and not and knot and now and know.

Its very disturbing. Like somewhere a little fuse has blown in my brain.

5:12 am my time.
listening to
gospel music
on the radio
and drinking
my second vodka.

hallelujah.

nameless dread.

Though it's not exactly nameless, is it?


When I was recovering from the flu, I discovered that I was misspelling all kinds of simple words, in strange ways. I would leave letters out of the middle of the words, when writing something by hand. So, for example, "contract" became "contrat." I found this disturbing.

I was referring to what
Jamacian police call a
'john doe.'

(cymbal hit)

I am so lost. What's a John Doe, besides an unclaimed body? How does that related to a nameless dread?

Oh!

If I get it like I think I did, that's clever.

*applauding spider in the most smart assed yet affectionate way*

Well after the supershuttle picking us up at a quarter to 3 a.m.,and listening to the driver telling us about mold in his house causing him to be mentally ill,I should have known we were off to a bad start.I had moms death certificate,obit,all the paper work I needed.My husband was carring her onboard when he got stopped for a random search."that's my mom",I told them,then we were taken back to this room while a man in a stall was doing whatever it was with her,I had to sit across the room and I just started crying,some ladt was hugging me and telling me she was sorry,but they had to do this.Someone had stolen what I had left of my xanax,and my heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to have a stroke.When we finally landed in Charleston,I started crying again,I don't know if it was because I finally got mom home,or because I forgot how beautiful it was there,I was overwhelmed.The dogwoods were in bloom and wildflowers were everywhere,Rainelle W.V. which is southern W.V. was where the cemetary was,well wouldn't you know they day we did it was last thur. and on our way to Rainelle from Beckly it starter raining,rain like I never saw before so bad that even with your windsheild wipers going the fastest they could,you couldn't even see the road,period.I kept telling my husband to pull over,but he didn't.When we eventually made it there we went to the office and the man said we'd probably have to postpone it till Fri.,I told him my brother and his family were coming up and a great-aunt and some of my cousins and I needed to wait there and tell them.Mom's service was supposed to be at 2 p.m.,and don't you know that at about five minutes to 2,the rain stopped competely and we were able to have the service,as soon as we were done,it started raining again,I thought that was kind of divine.There was a bad flood in a county right by us ,people died,it's cause they are cutting all the trees.

listening to Joe Tex.





give it here


don't say nothing...jes give it here.

if not myself, then everyone else in this building.

can't work. giddy.

thank god my boss is
out of town so I can
slack a bit.

gonna go on a trip

listening to Blood
Money.

trying to work with this purple song in my head.

This is how we multiply
Pity that it's not my wife
The friction and skin
The trembling sigh


So distracting...and yet, so catchy.

Terrible, really.

wishing everbody a Happy National Salad Month!

feelin' blah.

[email protected]

laundry. Gotta love doing laundry.

Cooking. Chicken and noodles.

Hell, I'm even barefoot in the kitchen, but not pregnant, so I guess I am only a partial cliche.

listening to henry thomas's 1928 recording of "bulldoze blues", which canned heat turned into "goin' up the country", flute and all, some 40 years later.

Reading Marks lastest story. I laughed out loud at the way he described the cards.

For some reason I've always hated the diamond suit. I thought they were trampy slappers.

Wierd.

thinking of Spider cause they are playing Pedro The Lion on the radio right now.

reiterating the fact that patrick is thinking of Spider cause they are playing Pedro The Lion on the radio right now.

Well, he WAS thinking of Spider, and they WERE playing Pedro The Lion on the radio. Probably not now though. Although you never know -- the radio station COULD have it on an endless loop and Patrick could STILL be lost in reverie, thinking of Spider at this very moment. Just trying to keep the moment alive for them both. Ok, I'll stop now.

thinking of Dave now listening to Jesus Lizard...don't know the name of the song but its the first song on Liar...which is album I like a lot...this song in particular.

wait.



Now Jawbox is on the radio. Thinking of spider again simply because they are/were a Dischord band and spidey lives near them.

thinking about the cool refreshing taste of orange juice.

Yeah, Liar is a pretty good Jesus Lizard album. I like Down better, though.

They really are obnoxious, aren't they? God, I love them.



Can you describe the Pedro the Lion song?




I'm trying to compose an email to a woman to whom I have given the same instructions four times and she *still* keeps doing the wrong thing. Not only that, she is going to the wrong website. What is her problem?

Ok, now, after I just told this woman what to do if a particular error occurs, she sends an email to our general inbox saying she's gotten the error...what should she do?

I wonder what the Gaelic word for swallowed irritation is?

starting to freak out because now someone is using my checking account...on hold with BofA. Wife filing a police report. Ok, the rental car was amusing, no harm done right away...the Spring PCS bullshit aggravating.

Now I want someone's ass in a sling. They deposited 3 grand into my account and are now trying to access it. Cocksuckers. Good thing I went to the ATM this morning. Im hoping to stop them in their tracks.

Patrick, read my earlier question and respond!

can i describe this song?


uhhh


seeing as how some asshole (looks at everyone here suspiciously) is ruining my life...no...at the moment my mind is not really recalling vague indie rock song i heard on a college radio station in which it sounds so similar to every other song played.


sorry its not a good time right now as i have access to $0.

staring at the handwriting of this asshole using our name and our account. im looking at a counter deposit slip. He doesnt spell our street name right, doesnt use the the apartment number yet bank of america is telling me that ANYONE can deposit, EVEN if they use the incorrect street address and no signature.

im fuming.

Waiting for a stoopid client to call me back because the audios that I sent her were not right.

Waiting for a stoopid client to call me back because the audios that I sent her were not right.

Sounds like a pretty stoopid client there Bob. How dare she receive the wrong audios you sent her!

starting to calm down.

went out and rented my potrait lense and bought film for tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the big Rob Halford video shoot.

Despite my finances being in complete disarray, I have some back ups in place, so Im not totally stranded. I tend to freak when uncontrollable outside forces starting messing with my fiduciary mojo.

I still want my 10 digits firmly placed around this person's throat but im a little calmer about it. Especially as we roll into the weekend. There's not much I can do...so I might as well relax.

*sigh*

Yeah...rockstar photoshoot. This is probably the biggest gig I've done ever.

downloading redhat 7.3. There's smoke coming out of my DSL modem. Should I be concerned, or is this a normal occurence when downloading large files?

listening to etta james.

i'm a hog for ya, baby
gonna root all around your door
i'm a dirty hog for ya, baby
gonna keep rootin' all round your door
and i'm gonna keep on rootin'
till i can't root no more

so, as long as they can't get anything out- why is the idea of someone depositing money into your account a bad thing?

listening to the tumbleweeds blowing through here.

relaxing after an afternoon getting Spunky's car out of the shop, shopping for a new swimsuit (what a drama there) and then swimming and lounging by the pool. Hung out with one of the other guys who live there, his ex lives in the building right by us. His little boy loves to play with Hayley. He wanted to ask us to hang with him and the kids more often but was so shy about it, it was almost funny.

Happy Mother's Day !!!!

Getting ready to lounge by the pool and work on my tan (need to blend the tanlines cuz new suit is lower cut in the back).

hating the happy mother's day comments.

does everyone need to remind me that i don't have anyone to call? does HE have to call me and say, 'how are you doing? don't want you swallowing another bottle of aspirin ..ha... ha..'

fuck mother's day.

heather....because its not your money, and if its a forged check from someone else, by 'keeping' the money, you can be become a theif too...its like buying a bicyleeven though its stolen, you can be guilty of theft.

the problem is...he made a bogus deposit, than made a withdrawl against that deposit. this is the problem.

how often do i need to have others , besides my wife and I depositing.

Strict safe guards shoud be instilled for desposit as they are withdraw. Clearly though the bank failed on several fronts...to recognize the 'check' he cashed to get money out was a check number that cleared some 3 years ago. Red FLag #1...the signature was clearly not either one of ours... Red Flag #2 the address on the deposit slip was wrong, and should have been verified. All easy things for a teller to double check, instead the bank could be at a loss here. Im going to stick it to them for the tellers that missed these things.

Jumping up and down!
Local H and Jimmy Eat
World will be playing
concerts in my barren
stretch of the wood this
summer. Houghton
gets big and cool
bands? Holy Shit!

learnign that now, who ever is committing fraud in our name has rented a car from Avis on 5/4 and hasn't bothered to return it.

This is good, because now there is stolen vehicle out there, prompting more immediate attention to the matter.

I admit it. Its me. I'm trying to wreck havoc on Patricks life.

Kiwi's are badasses like that.

The ocean doesn't want me today.

Back from Chicago.
Had a great time.
Friday night we went to
a Rumanian bar called
Hot Shots. They had a
weird act there,
consisting of two
Rumanian guys, one
on keys and one with
an accordian, and two
Rumanian girls, who
switched off on vocal
duties. For $20, you
could have the
pleasure of one of hte
Rumanian girls sing
directly to you. Then we
went to a Croatian bar
and had homemade
Slivowitc (sp?). Good
lord was I drunk. The
next day we went and
had mexican food for
breakfast and
recovered. We watched
Black Cat, White Cat
(highly recommend
that) and Tank Girl. My
friend Kiko is in love
with Tank Girl.
That night was the
party. We had a keg of
Leinenkugel and
bottles of vodka which
had black licorice
soaking in it, and this
sugar cane liquor from
Brazil pronounced ka-
cha-sa. Some guy from
Palestine brought
Night Train. Old Style
was present as well.
U. S. citizens were a
minority at this party,
with folks from Peru,
Bolivia, Brazil, Poland,
Palestine, India,
Rumania, Bulgaria,
Finland and Ukraine.
We didn't go to be unto
four am, when the
Finns finally stopped
singing and playing
accordions.
We went to see the
Cubs play the next day,
but left after a Brewers'
grand slam in the 7th.

that was a great
weekend.

last night, I made a sitr
fry for Elizabeth, with
potatoes, yams, tofu,
roasted garlic, snow
peas, green and red
peppers, and curry. It
was good. After dinner
was better for a large
number of reasons.

Today

Today the training wheels came off of
my unicycle.

My life scraped against a cheese grater

in reverse,

shreddings re-solidifying to slab.

Mind spinning, roulette wheel ticking,

I cry out from the edge

for the little, damn ball to stop,

any slot will do.

Polaroid blur steadily disclosed

the definition of my face.

I realized I am not being witnessed

by giggling clusters of 2nd graders

clenching cold bars,

which comprise my small cage

at the city zoo.

Not alone either though,

like an old, forgotten widow,

who was left with the estate.

But the sudden company of another

no longer hardens my organs,

or dangles like little anchors

from my porous skin.

I arrive into this evening

the first day of kindergarten,

my parents drive the car,

drop me at the curb,

instruct me towards the red door

to enter

the quiet education of the self.

back from a trip

volcanic sand is spiffy

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tired. didn't sleep at all last night.

had to go commit a little bit of insurance fraud to get a new cushion for my chair.

now i'm going to have a sandwich and take a nap.

taking her last vitamin...
only just realising she ate her whole lunch with chopsticks backward...and that realising isn't spell with a z and that her dad is not superman and meat is not necessary and the air conditioner is broken again.

[email protected]

being 48 years old and enjoying my music. i am finally making a living from music and only music and it feels great. hey mark, why not take a chance and do what you really love? you are an intelligent guy. you could make a living from music if you wanted. go for it. you won't have any regrets.

not wanting to go to work. i have 10 minutes to get over this.

wondering about the lack of action with Mr. Foo Foo. Come back, I promise to be more attentive.

maybe flickering the lights like that in the rec room will wake everyone up.

being pleased that sorabji.com is still the same as it ever was

[email protected]
home.earthlink.net/~mariamcg/ianmcg/

wondering if its just me and those around me who have noticed there seems to be an increased occurance of failed email, missing email, email never being received, sending errors etc. as of late. Not just hotmail, but yahoo, earthlink, AOL etc.


is the internet breaking down?

no, patrick

just a change in the matrix

what?

30 years old.

So far, this is the best
birthday I've ever had
and I have a big smile
plastered on my face
after getting an ecard
from Elizabeth.

i'm so lucky. How did
that happen?

Wishing Sem a Happy Birthday.

[email protected]

Happy birthday, Sem!


Last night I got a call from a strange man.

After several rounds of

me: Hello?
him: Hello?
me: um, hello?
him: hello?

he asks: Is Ms. [Spider] there?

me: No, she's not. Can I take a message?

him: Is Mr. Spider there?

me: There is no Mr. Spider.

him: Are you sure?

me: Uh, yes.

him: When will he be back?

me: Who? There is no Mr. [Spider].

him: Really?

me: Really. Good bye.

him: GOD BLESS YOU, MA'AM!

*click*


Weird.

alrighty sem!!!! have a good one!

im eager to get to Sunday. We head off to \link{http://www.dhsspa.com/,Desert Hot Springs} for 24 hours of r&r.

The 5 pools, 8 different hot springs.....the possibility of mad monkey hotel sex. bring it on.

Heppy birfday!

I meant to spell it that way.

It's so nice that you're happy, Semillama. Bring your girlfriend to Toronto so I can look at her.

Happy Bday Sem.

BTW, I downloaded a few Varttina mp3s which you mention above and I loved it. Really cool stuff. I'm going to buy it.

Patrick, don't you mean "the possibility of mad purple monkey dishwasher hotel sex"?

sitting in dark..feeling unattached to anything except the tv

some things never change!

why did i, oh i don't know, it was the passion behind it

http://www.i-mockery.com/minimocks/Death-Overdue/default.asp

happy birthday, semi.
for some reason i thought you were a little older than 30. i guess i thought that you sounded more experienced, mature, what have you.
No offense meant.

well I am sitting here deciding if I am going to work or not.

Happy B'Day Sem

listening to a Brandenberg concerto being played on mandolins. if i had to do it over, i might take up mandolin next time.

waiting until 2:00 to go in to work and see if the upgrading is as easy as I hope it will be.

debating whether to nap or waste time on that horrible pogo site. bout the same thing. pure chewing pleazure

little fingers of happiness this day.

my sap is still running. cause for happiness or dismay, not sure, but there it is.

also belatedly wishing Sem a happy birthday.

belatedness is sometimes blessedness. unless it's a reprieve from a death sentence, or the house payment, belated is just as good as non-belated. better even, because the person cares enough to risk censure by calling attention to their belatedness, in order to carry through with the thing anyway

it's never too late to pick up mandolin, miss nelly. i knew a fella in boston who took up cello in his 70's. liked to play mozart, as i remember. he was also interested in ghosts.

sometimes i like to play "paranoid" in 3/4 time. (if you play guitar, try it. i play it in D.) i always thought a mandolin is just what the tune needed. there's actually something very shakespearean about black sabbath.

i can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. more, i prithee, more.
-"as you like it."

brandenberg concerto no. 6 gives me happy feelings. it's funky.

wishing Sem a happy birthday.

Wishing Sem a late happy birthday.

Wishing I knew what to bring to Sarah's party in June (weekend after Hayley's birthday party).

Wishing there was a screen door at our sliding glass door, so that I could open the place up better and get some of that beautiful weather in here.

Also hating potty training the two year old. I think this is the absolute worst part of early childhood. The worst possible thing to go through. Worse than the "terrible two's" or not being able to communicate with them, or talking back, or drawing on the walls. Worse than apnea monitors, or homework in Kindergarten, or teaching their ABC's. Potty training is early childhood hell, and here's wishing it will be over before I completely lose my sanity.

... Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors, so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

listening to the radio
play "Fell in Love With
a Girl" for the third time
today.

It bears repeating now,
I suppose.

ISN'T IT OBVIOUS THAT KEEPING THE COUNTRY IN FEAR IS THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS PEOPLE FROM LAUGHING AT BUSH (WHEN IT'S TIME FOR RE-ELECTION)
AND BLAMING HIM FOR BEING FOREWARNED AND KEEPING IT SECRET? HE IS ACTUALLY DENYING THAT HE HAD ANY WARNINGS ABOUT THE MIDDLE-EASTERN SWARTHY TYPES TAKING FLIGHT LESSONS NOT WANTING TO LEARN HOW TO TAKE-OFF OR LAND.

THE TIME FOR THE POLICE STATE WOULD HAVE BEEN _BEFORE_ THE ATTACK ON THE WORLD TRADE CENTER, NOT AFTER.
BUSH SENT CHENEY OUT ON TALK SHOWS TO SAY B.S. LIKE SUICIDE BOMBERS WILL BE WALKING AROUND HERE LIKE THEY ARE IN ISRAEL. ALSO THINGS LIKE "IT'S NOT A MATTER OF _IF_ . . BUT WHEN TERRORISTS WILL ATTACK. AND CHEENEY (AS HE IS CALLING HIMSELF NOW) IS SPREADING THE BULL CRAP THAT IT IS NOW.

I'm out of here for about two weeks - i'm off on a cruise. see you when i come back! ~m

eating a turkey sandwich and typing one-handed.

grumbling.

they cancelled my jewelry shoot for this weekend, once again.

next time im charging ridiculous cancellation fees.

ARGHHHH!!!! Don't do this to me!! My mind was ready to shoot your stupid prom-date jewelry catalog, god dammit!!!

Im also grumbling about a certain band manager thats giving me a hard time about buying my god damn photos.

GOD DAMMIT, don't you realize once these are on the web they can be copied, snatched, printed, made into tee shirts etc....??? Fucknuts I need to protect myself and as long as you are claiming the imagery (i.e. i can do nothing but put them in my portfolio and show them to friends) then fucking pay me to take the god damn risk to put them on the fucking internet.

In my limited experience, band managers are just as the stereotype paints them out to be. Weasily, dorks with pot bellys and loafers with no real life of their own scamming on chicks in hotel bars.

bottom feeders

Can't you watermark them or digitally sign them with Photoshop or some such program?

i have no such programs. I give them prints. They scan themselves. Watermarks in the corner of the image are ok, but easily photoshopped out and watermarks across the entire image are jsut pointless, as you fuck up the image. To be honest its not something im too terribly worried about, its just my argument to get fucking paid.

removing the previous message.

addressing a few fears and insecurities.

Cleaning out my 8 year old's bedroom and thinking WTF!!!! What a disaster, but it looks clean, just don't look any deeper. This is going to take me all fucking day, and then maybe part of the night. Everything is stuffed in bags and drawers all over the place and scattered everywhere. I am going beserk. Like it wasn't organized for her. I don't get what is so hard about putting the beads in the box or the barbie dolls in the toy box, the pencils in the top drawer of the desk, etc. Not rocket science, but I will spend all day chasing things back into their place and piling up trash bags full of unneccesary shit. Boy is she going to be shocked.

talking to my girlfriend
on Yahoo IM all day.

Being disgusted at Prezident Bush closing bridges after the fact. Why didn't he put armed guards on the planes BEFORE the World Trade Center attack when he had been forewarned. . ?
Why is he lying about it now. Because he is an idiot.

Synergy baby:

So I go to espn.com to check some scores, and usually the URL is redirected to espn.go.com (Remember go.com -- Disney/ABC took that over) but now, I see it's redirected to msn.espn.go.com. Microsoft in the mix? I thought they partnered with NBC? WTF?

"it wasn't syzygy"

just got home from upstate new york where i played a concert for the local theatre organ group. it feels great. i just love doing what i was meant to do.

he did it, he did it! or he had it done, no need of him getting his own hands bloody. him and oj must have conferred. what is it with young dumb women getting into affairs with men 30 years their senior? yuck! old dirty geezers just can't keep their zippers tamed. for pete's sake, even if he would've left his wife and married her, by the time she'd be his age now, he'd be dead. even in 10 years he'd be a retired wrinkled up old raisin and she'd be in her prime eyeing the young, smooth masseur at the spa. old hands, old body, old..yecchhh!

I renamed my pussies from Matthew and James to Chuck and Buck. Chuck's ok with it, but Buck's not so sure. My fiancee's horrified. But she's been grumpy since I renamed her Lulu a couple weeks ago.

Bored. Look out, pink
boys.

well, some young women like older men. that's just the way it is.

maybe they like their money ala Anna Nicole Smith and a certain already half-dead billionaire she married. I'd say she was duly compensated for her sacrifices. and here she is swimming in dough and free as a bird, betcha her next husband won't be a shruken up old coot. anyway, if she liked older men, she surely could've gone for one who wasn't married.i mean i'm sorry for what happened to her, but mr. married and in the public eye should've never touched his "friends" daughter. wonder how her father feels about that.

god, i'm bored.

hearing spider loud and clear.

as of this afternoon, only $10 poorer instead of $75 poorer. not a bad way to start a weekend.

watching the clouds and the moon...

lovely night out

although...there's a ring around the moon...isn't that supposed to mean something bad is going to happen?

going to sleep. have a wedding to play at church tomorrow. working with a super trumpeter and an operatic soprano. life is good. think about it, mark. you could be doing this, too.

but, before i go to bed, regarding your "looking for the towers" story, mark, people will not forget. very much unlike you, i watched those buildings go up while i was in high school. i climbed up to the top of #2 before it was finished because i was negotiating with the management to allow columbia university's fm station to locate its transmitter there. i spent two years working on the 102nd floor of #2. when i was in nyc two weeks ago to attend my 30th high school reunion, i found myself in several locations where the towers were obviously absent from view. i will never forget the world trade center or its impact upon the daily life of new york city. nor will anyone i know. how dare you imply that anyone would.

wondering what joe's problem is and wishing it would leave him in peace

wondering what these 'towers' are?

some sort of sword and sorcery fantasy?

trying very hard not to blame Joe because he lives by the dim light of only a few flickering brain cells.

I must be kind to the blind.

I must be kind to the blind.

I must be kind to the blind.

on the floor, curling myself around cat's legs and purring.

scratching Droopy behind the ears.

Listening to my dog snore and deciding if I want to crawl in bed and cuddle with my girlfriend.

working.


what ass is that?

heather, nate, cat. always there, always faithful,...

cat is great. eat poop.

I am the only one
working today.

I am working so I can
take a paid day off in
the future.

funny the things we do
to be with those that
are important to us

done moving the computer up the stairs.

put a second nic in this box so the house can share the net.

moved the stereotvdvd from where the computer is now to over there.

see? over there.

if someone came up to me and pointed to something and said "can i have this?" odds are i'd say yes.

that's where i am.

dreaming of setting fires.

and drinking vietnamese drinks.

the kinds with beans.

suddenly realizing
there are only two
weeks left before my
girlfriend moves.

Feeling bad for Semi, after all the hell he went through to find this girl that seems almost perfect for him

if she makes you happy semmy hold on to her! marry her and have babies. don't let yourself be alone too long, you can get too used to it. phone calls, e-mails, move your blonde butt to wherever she is when it can be done or vice versa. I hate to see anybody alone now.

Sem's got blonde butt hair? Who woulda thunk. Mine's brown -- partly from genetics, partly from poor grooming habits.

I am blonde, so
logically my butt hairs
are blond.

not all of my hair is
blond though

in london, sipping on coffee which looks french but is actually owned by phillip morris

http://kim.nyclondon.com

wondering what this website has to do with a torture chamber

[email protected]

Wondering why anlia is looking for a torture chamber.

how about them Sacramento Kings???!!!

no shit, dougie. and to think the rest of the world is getting all worked up over dull, boring world cup soccer.

this place is mental torture, anlia. trust me. we're all just masochists.

we had the pleasure of annoying some dopey Laker fans last night at the bar. we went and watched the Hurricanes win the eastern conference and on to the Stanley Cup.

They mooks wanted every TV in the bar, we fought for our tv and were ready to start cross checking their dopey asses if they even thought of touching the dial.

thinking my last WAYD post was really retarded.

listening a really sad song and remembering a really good friend

[email protected]

Pissed.
They found me out. Damn it, snoopy ass people. can't they just leave someone alone?
Oh no, not if this person ruffles thier feathers.
FUCKOS
WARNING! WARNING! THEY CHECK YOUR IP ADDRESSES IF THEY DO NOT LIKE WHAT YOU POST!!!

Wishing Bob Hope a belated Happy 99th Birthday. Thank you!

yes, thank you, bob, for your genious. here's hoping the media lets you live out the rest of your life in peace.

just noting the final ceremony today in NYC.

it sounds thoughtful.

its caused me yet another pause.

its been a while since i've stopped and paused for a moment.

all those people...


sad sad sad

a good waxing will get rid of those hairs for ya; a "brazillian" leaves no pore unturned.

thinking that the brazilian wax job i know leaves plenty of fuzz, its just the location of the fuzz thats important.


im also thinking how fucking surreal my workplace is.

so i go to get a bite to eat. 1/2 block down the Blvd.

On the way down in the elevator, who gets on but Ron Jeremy and this cute gal, most like ready and willing to dive in porn headfirst.

He's not the guy i want to see before eating.

Then im hit up by an Australian Krishna who is hitting me up for money when he gives me this book called Search for Liberation. Converstaions between A.C. Bhaktivedanta, Swami Prabhupada, John Lennon and George Harrison. Cool I think. Subway reading.

Then absent-mindedly walking in front of the Egyptian theater i realize im walking through a set of a "movie premier" being shot for the "opening" of "The Country Bears".

The set of a movie shooting a movie premier.

wtf?

this makes no sense. I want to go home and dream.

Your pre-lunch
experience was
stranger than most of
my dreams, patrick.

LA is the strangest
place on the planet.

I was trying to find a page of some guys who think this world is populated with fakes, just like The Matrix. Couldn't find thier page, but found this instead, and all sorts of wierd interesting stuff. And lots of communists too. Its taken me 3 days just to get through all the "big pictures" on this site. And that's time I should have spent studying dammit. Summer school sucks.

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so psyched for the basketball games tonight, I can't tell you. Anticipation, like the taste of Heinz ketchup on homemade fries hot from the oil, is a beautiful thingy.

totally anticipating the Red Wings/'Lanche game.

I have to go work in my studio but im taping it, and look forward to coming home and drink some beer and watching this, sans commericals.

mark, just wanted to say thank you for wsbj radio. it's great to listen to good piano music at any time, day or night.