What do you do when the only thing on the radio is static?
Just go out and buy a new radio right?
But what do you do about all the slow-mutants clawing at your door; just waiting; just sighing as they patiently wait to be let in?
2.27.2009
2.26.2009
it's not a reading impediment
I just don't like to sit still for very long?
That and all this fasting is making it harder for me to write good. I mean well. Or do I mean good? ... (minutes later) a brief survey of writings while fasting does indicate a proclivity to write about sad not-fun times and topics while fasting. Believe it!
That and all this fasting is making it harder for me to write good. I mean well. Or do I mean good? ... (minutes later) a brief survey of writings while fasting does indicate a proclivity to write about sad not-fun times and topics while fasting. Believe it!
2.25.2009
The $700 update
It's only $60.87!
But in other news - Wamu has screwed me once again - SXSW tickets are now $165. Wamu, I still hate you.
Even fresher news - I kind of hate SXSW now and their website. Scratch "kind of" and replace with really, truly, physically, aggressively, aggressively physically. Pinche SXSW you are bleeding me by a thousand $1 cuts.
On the lighter side - Hu really ain't that bad and the constant consternation just seems silly now. I mean, look at this guy! Can't help but smile.
On the darker side - lenten rebirth commencing... some will be happy (or pleased, or at least not angry) to know without any outward physical manifestation marking the initiation (no little red dot on my mind).
Giving and taking ups (in no particular order):
- red meat
- regular push ups & sit ups
- going to every class every day
- enjoying, at least a snippet of, every day
But in other news - Wamu has screwed me once again - SXSW tickets are now $165. Wamu, I still hate you.
Even fresher news - I kind of hate SXSW now and their website. Scratch "kind of" and replace with really, truly, physically, aggressively, aggressively physically. Pinche SXSW you are bleeding me by a thousand $1 cuts.
On the lighter side - Hu really ain't that bad and the constant consternation just seems silly now. I mean, look at this guy! Can't help but smile.
On the darker side - lenten rebirth commencing... some will be happy (or pleased, or at least not angry) to know without any outward physical manifestation marking the initiation (no little red dot on my mind).
Giving and taking ups (in no particular order):
- red meat
- regular push ups & sit ups
- going to every class every day
- enjoying, at least a snippet of, every day
2.24.2009
creativity; bounded only by commercial viability
Sorry for the pause in posting!
Internet at the home-front has been on the goose since Thursday-eve; possibility of Mysterio's birthday shenanigans having something to do with it - high.
In other news, my educational aspirations are drying up? I just don't want to study anymore! But did I ever? I feel like sleeping most of the time (a sign of depression!?).
Anyhow, I can't wait till tomorrow - it's Ash Wednesday and I've got big plans (does anyone know where I can buy one of those little red dots to put on my forehead ala estilo Indio?)
Internet at the home-front has been on the goose since Thursday-eve; possibility of Mysterio's birthday shenanigans having something to do with it - high.
In other news, my educational aspirations are drying up? I just don't want to study anymore! But did I ever? I feel like sleeping most of the time (a sign of depression!?).
Anyhow, I can't wait till tomorrow - it's Ash Wednesday and I've got big plans (does anyone know where I can buy one of those little red dots to put on my forehead ala estilo Indio?)
2.18.2009
welgal wednesdays
Alert, Hobos! They can sue you where you lay.
§ 15.039. Transient Person
A transient person may be sued in any county in which he may be found.
Added by Acts 1985, 69th Leg., ch. 959, § 1, eff. Sept. 1, 1985.
p.s. - law school has ruined my sense of humor, I think.
and a video, why not -
long train runnin'(microsoft songsmith remix edition) - the doobie brothers
§ 15.039. Transient Person
A transient person may be sued in any county in which he may be found.
Added by Acts 1985, 69th Leg., ch. 959, § 1, eff. Sept. 1, 1985.
p.s. - law school has ruined my sense of humor, I think.
and a video, why not -
long train runnin'(microsoft songsmith remix edition) - the doobie brothers
2.17.2009
reading list
“DMT:The Spirt Molecule”, By DR. Richard Strassman
“The Big Book of Near Death Experiences: The Ultimate Guide to What Happens When We Die” by P.M.H. Atwater
“PSI Spies: The True Story of America’s Psychic Warfare Program” by Jim Marrs,
“The Field Updated Ed: The Quest for the Secret Force of the Universe”, by Lynne McTaggart
“The Secret Life of Plants” by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird
“Journey of Souls” & “Destiny of Souls” by DR. Michael Newton
“The Big Book of Near Death Experiences: The Ultimate Guide to What Happens When We Die” by P.M.H. Atwater
“PSI Spies: The True Story of America’s Psychic Warfare Program” by Jim Marrs,
“The Field Updated Ed: The Quest for the Secret Force of the Universe”, by Lynne McTaggart
“The Secret Life of Plants” by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird
“Journey of Souls” & “Destiny of Souls” by DR. Michael Newton
2.16.2009
2.13.2009
friction fiction fridays
A scream, traditionally, is an appropriate response to the brush of an extremely large reptile's scales upon your bare leg. But when you're trying to balance a downed power line on the end of a broomstick you're sloppily hoisting over your head while standing in the middle of a deep, dark, dirty, Texas bayou... well... you can probably get away with just a croak and a hard swallow.
2.12.2009
video addendum
Pretty much how I feel all of the time. And sometimes it's expressed in written form (see 2.05.2009).
p.s. - I hate you guy that works at Lava Java. I am and kind and considerate b/c that's my way, but I feel hate and pity for you. booyah.
2.11.2009
bark bark bark
bubblicious - rex the dog
consolidated reflection - continuing with the dog theme... and i need to eat some vegetables... and chewing men's one a day multivitamins is a horrible way to start your day.
2.10.2009
misadventures with my roommate mysterio - adventures in the shrubs
Note, the following description of the past 48 hours are but a taste; a mere taste! of the everyday adventures of your fair author. unfortunately?
So let's get this party started chronologically.
Misadventure #1 - the curious case of the lost zapato
During the course of helping me move my junk from the truck to the apartment, mysterio's dog, who up to this point had been engaged in general supervision, freaks out on some dog. Mysterio, in his haste, pitches what he's holding to take care of the situation. Situation taken care of, he gathers up said pitched goods.
Fast forward 3 hours; return from dinner. Mysterio mentions that he thinks he may have left something outside; I confirm. I am missing a black soccer zapato. It is in the shrubs. And darkness has settled quite in. le sigh.
Misadventure #2 - missing keys and poop
The shoe found, but the adventures just won't quit. Mysterio has left his keys in another city so he borrows the office's copy - a nice little copy with our apt number inscribed. Mysterio, intent on a just-before-closing Radio Shack run, opens the door wildly and stinky darts out - he's halfway down the stairs when Mysterio pitches the key at him. The key bounces off of stinky and into the night. I am mostly unaware of the situation. I hear the key jangle and optimistically assume, because I was not enlisted to look for it, the key must be have been found. Stinky comes back to sit on the couch at stare at me; Mysterio makes way to the shack.
I was wrong. A couple hours later we're back in the night looking for a house key in the shrubs. dammit.
Oh, and the poop-part. Earlier that day, during their run, stinky rolled around in poop which Mysterio initially assumed was mud. This assumption did not last long.
Also of note, Mysterio says stinky won't look people in the eyes. This is only half-way true; stinky does not look people in the eye when Mysterio is around. Stinky stares at me when we're alone. And it scares me.
And then I saw a roach run by. I'm glad I'm not sleeping on the floor anymore.
So let's get this party started chronologically.
Misadventure #1 - the curious case of the lost zapato
During the course of helping me move my junk from the truck to the apartment, mysterio's dog, who up to this point had been engaged in general supervision, freaks out on some dog. Mysterio, in his haste, pitches what he's holding to take care of the situation. Situation taken care of, he gathers up said pitched goods.
Fast forward 3 hours; return from dinner. Mysterio mentions that he thinks he may have left something outside; I confirm. I am missing a black soccer zapato. It is in the shrubs. And darkness has settled quite in. le sigh.
Misadventure #2 - missing keys and poop
The shoe found, but the adventures just won't quit. Mysterio has left his keys in another city so he borrows the office's copy - a nice little copy with our apt number inscribed. Mysterio, intent on a just-before-closing Radio Shack run, opens the door wildly and stinky darts out - he's halfway down the stairs when Mysterio pitches the key at him. The key bounces off of stinky and into the night. I am mostly unaware of the situation. I hear the key jangle and optimistically assume, because I was not enlisted to look for it, the key must be have been found. Stinky comes back to sit on the couch at stare at me; Mysterio makes way to the shack.
I was wrong. A couple hours later we're back in the night looking for a house key in the shrubs. dammit.
Oh, and the poop-part. Earlier that day, during their run, stinky rolled around in poop which Mysterio initially assumed was mud. This assumption did not last long.
Also of note, Mysterio says stinky won't look people in the eyes. This is only half-way true; stinky does not look people in the eye when Mysterio is around. Stinky stares at me when we're alone. And it scares me.
And then I saw a roach run by. I'm glad I'm not sleeping on the floor anymore.
2.09.2009
cry cry cry
la llorona - beirut
how this video makes me feel about things - it makes me like dogs; sometimes?
2.06.2009
friction fiction fridays
With every click, another cut. "Is that an ulcer forming?," I wonder to no one in particular. Or is it a chop? Hacking away at any semblance of a relaxing farewell semester in my adopted city. The old inhibitions came whispering back now. "They're all going to find out you're really an idiot." (Little did you know that proof was already on its way; already around, actually). It was turning into a horrid swan song of a thing, really, this spring.
Click. Click. Click. Chop. Chop. Chop.
"Let me send you this and this, too."
You're writing him a speech; he says let's make it an hour long.
The day drags and gallops on. Aforementioned proof arrives.
Consolation comes in the form of sitting at home determined to write a fairytale revolving around the sultry macerations of the world's greatest Oreo eating tomato. Instead the words that want to come out are the words wrapped around your day.
Click. Click. Click. Chop. Chop. Chop.
"Let me send you this and this, too."
You're writing him a speech; he says let's make it an hour long.
The day drags and gallops on. Aforementioned proof arrives.
Consolation comes in the form of sitting at home determined to write a fairytale revolving around the sultry macerations of the world's greatest Oreo eating tomato. Instead the words that want to come out are the words wrapped around your day.
2.05.2009
contours and colours
"where am I?" I totally wonder sometimes. What is this world, this existence, this reality, this understanding of it; anyway?
and sometimes I don't write good; or perhaps i am too impatient to be particularly precise. If I can't figure it out post-haste, I usually just want to rush past; pretty plain-like.
Anyhow, let's take an example! In that first bit up there, at the end. Upon further reflection I'd rather write it as follows:
"What is this world; this existence; this reality; this understanding of it, anyway?" Because what I'm trying to express is a particular anyway - in regards to our understanding of this world, existence and reality. Not a general and flippant anyway tacked on to the end as some kind of general and lazy transition (which I am often guilty of).
I am also guilty of something else, in regards to communication and conversation. It was pointed out to me earlier this week. Something I say... when asked a question perhaps. It's an evasive-no-answer. But I can't remember what it is... I know I shrug my shoulders a lot. But what I've forgotten is an audible. Umm... perhaps it was that I tend to let out lingering a "well..." when I can't think of what to say or how to answer or I want to avoid answering?
Anyhow, this post has gotten way to personal and trivial. I applaud you if you've made it this far! But no apologies; mr. tusks and I are partial to rolling hard and posting whatever we want. whatevs.
and sometimes I don't write good; or perhaps i am too impatient to be particularly precise. If I can't figure it out post-haste, I usually just want to rush past; pretty plain-like.
Anyhow, let's take an example! In that first bit up there, at the end. Upon further reflection I'd rather write it as follows:
"What is this world; this existence; this reality; this understanding of it, anyway?" Because what I'm trying to express is a particular anyway - in regards to our understanding of this world, existence and reality. Not a general and flippant anyway tacked on to the end as some kind of general and lazy transition (which I am often guilty of).
I am also guilty of something else, in regards to communication and conversation. It was pointed out to me earlier this week. Something I say... when asked a question perhaps. It's an evasive-no-answer. But I can't remember what it is... I know I shrug my shoulders a lot. But what I've forgotten is an audible. Umm... perhaps it was that I tend to let out lingering a "well..." when I can't think of what to say or how to answer or I want to avoid answering?
Anyhow, this post has gotten way to personal and trivial. I applaud you if you've made it this far! But no apologies; mr. tusks and I are partial to rolling hard and posting whatever we want. whatevs.
2.04.2009
under the rain-cote
So mr. tusks elicited at least two comments directed at me; reproduced below:
"That's a small computer. It's cute. This is a big computer."
- followed by a list of the best current reality tv shows.
&
"Wasn't your computer bigger?"
- from a neighbor who asked me a question about Article 9 of the Uniform Commercial Code; specifically section 9-626(b).
And other stuff happened? Hmm... not really?
"That's a small computer. It's cute. This is a big computer."
- followed by a list of the best current reality tv shows.
&
"Wasn't your computer bigger?"
- from a neighbor who asked me a question about Article 9 of the Uniform Commercial Code; specifically section 9-626(b).
And other stuff happened? Hmm... not really?
2.03.2009
meta-sueno
So I thought I was having a pretty pleasant romp around dreamland anoche. no no, say Siskel and Dreambert.
After a rather dramatic dream that included bouts of transience, a radio playing some french music, and a staircase, my dream got a thumbs down? I vaguely remember my dream cutting away as I start to wake up to turn off the alarm. While cutting away I get a sense of two dream reviewers who have generally negative impressions of aforementioned dream.
I think they said it was cliche!
Well fuck those/these guys/subconsciouses! I'ma keep livin' my life and dreamin' my dreams.
After a rather dramatic dream that included bouts of transience, a radio playing some french music, and a staircase, my dream got a thumbs down? I vaguely remember my dream cutting away as I start to wake up to turn off the alarm. While cutting away I get a sense of two dream reviewers who have generally negative impressions of aforementioned dream.
I think they said it was cliche!
Well fuck those/these guys/subconsciouses! I'ma keep livin' my life and dreamin' my dreams.
2.02.2009
holiday weekends
Weekends are for fun and goodtimes; remember it.
Please note that this post is not intended to address the constant beguiling question of whether Sunday is part of the weekend or not. There are excellent arguments for and against, no doubt. But the safest course may be to regard Sunday simply as the sabbath and the let the chips fall where they may. That means no lights on Sunday, and no blessings around naked girls.
Please note that this post is not intended to address the constant beguiling question of whether Sunday is part of the weekend or not. There are excellent arguments for and against, no doubt. But the safest course may be to regard Sunday simply as the sabbath and the let the chips fall where they may. That means no lights on Sunday, and no blessings around naked girls.
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