Listening to: Pacific Street by Hem

Reading: The Civilization of the Middle Ages by Norman F. Cantor


Looking to Move.

I need to be tested. I live a comfortable life, comparably (to those in poverty town). The biggest stress in my life right now is the fact that I lost the key to the mailbox. Of course, given my worry-wort tendencies, this is a big deal in my life at the moment. I was telling a co-worker today that the biggest lie that your parents tell you is in fact not told, but a lie of omission. They give you the impression that life takes care of itself. It does not. It is one crisis, or trouble, after another. If it's not finding the money to make the rent it's finding the money to pay the locksmith, buy a toothbrush, replace your broken ass car, or pay for your kid's braces. It could be that I am always preoccupied with minor crisis of my own making, but I suspect it's the same for everyone. ah adulthood. fuck it.

On to the testing
As I was saying, I need to be tested. not for HIV or herpes (I was and I am all clear - doc called last week), but to really see how capable I am. If I weren't such a pacifist I'd join the army or something. Or become a monk, if I wasn't so anti-religion. I think that's why I considered the Peace Corps. My job tests my patience, not my skill level or intelligence. c'est la vie.


Looking forward to: New Years in Vegas.

The National had it right: "it went the dull and wicked ordinary way."

I wanted to listen to some music and escape,
but everything I have
reminds me of me.

I've had it with Sarah Palin. She is being used in a cynical campaign, she is unfit for the vice presidency, and a complete joke. She is barely qualified to run a state that is less populous or diverse than an average gated community in Southern California. She should be ashamed of herself - or at least she would be, but she's not that smart.

HOLY CHRISTMAS, WE'RE FUCKED

On a wondering trip I came across a tired fellow traveler who pointed me in the direction of a famed waffle house. He said to me: "Ho, hungry wanderer, lift your spirits, lay down your burdens and sate your butter desires." I asked him why he had not satisfied himself at this spot of syrupy heaven and he said, "oh but i did, and it left me in such a state. I writhed in pain, my limbs convulsed and i did wreck my head against the wall. you see sir, a gypsy once cursed me. I may never enjoy carbohydrates."

Robin fights the power the only way she knows how.

So I thought, "Why not? Let's do this bitch, mmkay?"

And I promise that by the end of my first 90 days in office I will have doubled, that’s right - doubled, the flavors of ice cream available to American consumers. This is my promise to you.

HO, TO THE BRASSY FUTURE!

HOPE IS THE AD!




THE FUTURE IS THE PRODUCT!




RESIST - THE FUTURE IS FREE AND IN THE SKIES!

IN THE FUTURE, EVERYONE WILL LOOK LIKE ANTS!

DON'T WORRY, THE FUTURE IS EASY TO UNDERSTAND!

WOOSH!




THE FUTURE IS ALMOST HERE


AND IT SHINES!!!