4/27/1

well would you look at that! My new (as of 1 month ago) cam actually WORKS..on snib's computer. All I need now is a new computer. Well new insides anyway. I have been putting off upgrading for a couple of years now. Now there is one less reason to hold out. Turns out the 'open host' style USB I have here doesn't put out enough power to work the high quality 3com cam I splurged on last winter, after it had occurred to me that if anyone knew what the best cam you can get is, it would be Nay (and that's her eye up there next to the big BNIB eye above too). So I was like 'My what a nice Cam you have what kind is it?' and she told me: she uses a logitech and a 3com - but the one that took the pic of the nayeye was the 3com. So whoosh I was off to the store to spend my hard-earned money on a damn cam which is causing me to need an upgrade all the more painfully. Damn it why can't ~I~ be a 14-year-old with rich parents???

Other bnib news: I have been VERY sick all this week. Today I feel *almost* healthy. The worst day was Tuesday. I literally thought I was about to die. Funny the thoughts that run thru your head when you are unable to breathe. My throat had closed up to a pinhole and it took no less than 15 seconds to draw each gurgling mucousy breath. I managed to get downstairs in time to mix a huge spoonful of red hot cayenne pepper into some cold water and guzzle the shit down, sending my body into purgative spasms. Soon my head and lungs had somewhat cleared, but I was still in for a couple of days of feeling like shit. 2 more cayenne treatments later I only felt half like shit, and after a nice codeine-induced sleep I was feeling somewhat ok. Today I was actually able to get on my new bike (it's mountain-bike style and it's purple and black!) and go get a chain and lock for it and get Mr Tuffys to line the tires so I can ride over broken glass, rusty beer cans, used needles, and other common debris of the urban wasteland which is my present stomping ground. I have to be careful though. People actually have said 'nice bike' to me as I rode past so I always carry it upstairs and keep it locked up in my place instead of merely downstairs where anybody with a pair of bolt cutters might walk in the door which the stupid sheltered suburbanites who keep moving in here keep leaving unlocked. So far I have never caught anyone red handed leaving the damn door open like a moron. Compared to a 10-speed, which is what I'm used to riding, I notice a lower top speed probably due to smaller wheel radius, and more street resisitance, probably due to the fatter tires. Also the handlebars are a little wide for my liking, as I can't slip neatly between cars as easily as I could on my old bike. It all takes some getting used to, I guess.

Welcome, Jamie, to the THQ camportal! I don't know a whole lot about the guy other than what I gathered from reading his site. He seems to be from Buffalo, yet doesn't know Jessicka, and goes to school at SUNY Potsdam which seems to be located in the far northern end of upstate NY.

4/21/1

well. I'm back. heh.

I went out house sitting -sort of- in Queens. I had other plans too but the first night all I could do was SLEEP. I was soo tired. I did manage to get out to NJ to visit family (who moved there AFTER I left the house - ~I~ am not from New Jersey! feh!) on the second day and that's not as uncomfortable as it used to be, thankfully. Day 3 I returned to NYC and hit Queens to feed the cats/water the plants/yada yada and then it was onward to RUBULAD for the party/show! I had been misinformed that Bardo Pond was going to be on REALLY early so I showed up accordingly. After a bit, I decided to help 'set-up' and wound up not only passing the 2-3 hours before the party started, I never was asked to pay. This was an old, often-used trick of mine before I had money to spend, and it was kind of fun to do it again. There's something a little more fulfilling when you are in on even a small part of the prep work instead of being a mere pay-drone (pay-tron?). The last half hour or so before the party there was kind of nothing left for me to do so I soaked up some ambience before all the people came and ruined everything. I *hate* crowds, and I wasn't in the mood to get wasted enough to put up with hordes of humanity. Bardo Pond was ok. Well they were quite good actually. I was expecting REALLY EXCELLENT so they just *seemed* 'ok'. Whenever I expect REAL EXCELLENCE from anything at any time I am guaranteed to be let down. The first 2 songs were actually REALLY GOOD and the last one was also noteworthy. Everyone else seemed to enjoy them immensely, so I guess it was the bleak mood I found myself in that watered down the situation. What was even more interesting is THEY ARE THE BAND I HEAR PRACTICING SOMETIMES WHEN I GO OUTSIDE!! Yes. They are my neighbors. We live on the same block. Just goes to show what a hermit I am. I won't be seeing much of them soon though since they are all going to Europe on a tour next month. I thought I was going to leave right after they finished but instead I put up with being at a party I didn't feel like being at for over an hour, for reasons unclear. I went back to Candi's apartment in Queens and crashed out at around 3ish. She had come home in the meantime and already was asleep so we didn't get to hang out until today. We went to these botanical gardens at Flushing Corona Park (the one with the big huge globe) and ate yummy delicious Afghani food. umm mmm yum! I had a longish fighting-to-stay-awake type drive home and yes I made it back yet again without a wreck! I need a new front axle though. One of my CV's is making horrible noises whenever I make a hard left turn. OUCH! heh I can get it done for $60 so no prob lem mon. bleh! I MUST sleep. I found my favorite Bardo Pond song from the show online and I intend to make it the mp3 of the moment...tomorrow. **zzzzzzz...

4/18/1

Yesterday was my brother's birthday! He turned 28, just like FemCenobite. They were born on the exact same day as each other. Imagine that! I met someone who was born 1 day before me but never on the exact same day.

I'm going up to New York today! I'm going to be house-sitting and feeding someone's CATS and watering her PLANTS. As an extra added bonus, Bardo Pond is playing at RUBULAD on 4/20! As you probably know, '420' is the Marin Co, CA police code for 'marijuana smoking in progress'. Today I learned a new piece of 4/20 trivia: April 20 was Adolf Hitler's birthday!!! Yikes! Who knew?

I am going to be gone. So gone. Until Saturday (the only day of the week with a 'turd' in it). So don't expect any updates before then. Sorry.

4/14/1

Wow. What a weird mood I must've been in yesterday. Not eating or sleeping enough I guess. Anyway it looks like I'm going to make it to New Jersey after all. later.

4/14/1

Oh my God! Now archu.com is a PAY SITE! Imagine that.

I didn't update here all day on Good Friday the 13th. Must be because I posted here instead. Blame Lisa for turning me on to that place. I also got me one of these. They seem kind of limiting to me, Notepad snob that I am, being used to pure, free-form HTML. I suppose I may integrate them into the rest of the THQ cyber empire eventually...

I've sat home all day surfing the web in between figuring out how to use these preformatted 'live journal' type thingys. Lookee here at (some of) what the cat dragged in:

the Carotene Experiment - Kim decided to see for herself if it was really true that you'll turn ORANGE from eating nothing but carrots for 30 days. Full of very interesting and exciting info, emails, interviews, and GOOD WRITING! yummydelicious! I love.

tx3 - Usually I don't dig e/n sites any more, but this one was a fun read.

the Bizarre Pages - This is what I liked to find when I was first discovering the internet. Some good weird stuff. I'd already seen a lot of it though. But then there's the stuff I HADN'T seen already...

Mused - this is a good site too...HEY! Wait a minute! This is suspiciously like *snifffff* E/N!! *mumble* *grumble* hrmmmm.... well I still like it damnit!

Page of Miscellaneous - My My yes it's true. Amazing isn't it. I've come full circle. I LIKE E/N SITES AGAIN!!! The shit that happens when I quit drinking...

the Stile Project - not that this guy needs (or would even probably NOTICE) a link from me, but I went to his site again today and was pleased enough with its inimitable quality that I really thought I should throw a stile link here.

...and last but certainly not least, Semenex, an amazing product that...well...go see what it does for yourself! ;)

I smoked a lot of cigarettes today. My head hurts. Owch. Game Over.

Not so fast... see, I couldn't sleep. That pesky insomnia again. I read over some more e/n sites after I quit trying to sleep and it's still the same small world of all the 'cool' sites interlinking each other. Sure, they're some new blood, but mostly it's the same-old-same-old, maybe with a few new writers added onto some of the sites. Seems to me what I like about the style is the (mostly) pointless text with links embedded in it like lumps in mashed potatoes. Not so much all the porn (which bores me to tears) and the death (which is *a little* more entertaining) and the just plain weirdness (which is FUN anyoldway, not matter WHAT format it's contained in), but the way somebody is rambling on about nothing in particular with (un)useful links scattered throughout. I really don't know why exactly but I still like it. For now. Just like I did last spring...Still, it'll be good for me to get away from this mess (home and the computer) next week like I'm planning. Even tomorrow (nope. that would be today. It's 5:08 AM and I STILL haven't slept) I am supposed to go away for the day. I only hope I don't ~fail to wake up~ after I finally, at long last, fall asleep.

4/12/1

ah what a week. What a weak week it is being. I overate last night in a BIG way. I don't think I've eaten that much at one aitting since..I dunno..maybe 3 or 4 Thanksgivings ago. It was all crap food too. A whole box of macncheese. An entire can of peas. And a can of tuna thrown in for good measure. Plus that whole stick of butter and the milk yada yada yada. I did chop up 3 cloves of fresh garlic and throw it in to offset the deadness of the 'meal'. Thought it would last me 2 or even 3 eatings, but NOOOO! I ate the whole damn concoction all at once. Soon, I was fast asleep, only to be awakened 2-3 hours later by some shit that was being forcibly ejected from within me by the sheer p ressure of all that food! I staggered down to the toilet amidst poisonous-looking hallucinations (from that weird orange cheese powder no doubt) and crapped out what looked like a cubic foot of soil into the toilet, which promptly clogged when I tried to flush it. The next 5 minutes were spent doing plunger battle with the sewer gods. I finally got the stuff to pass on into the netherworld and climbed my weary way back upstairs, where I proceeded to sleep a nonstop marathon 11 hours! I thought for sure I would look noticeably bloated, even fat, but today I was looking my usual semi-to-middling-trim if not svelte self. I guess it really is the alcohol that has the horrid bloating effect on me. For the last 2-3 days I keep haing this urge to go out and get beer or even harder stuff, but when I get to the bar or liquor store or beer store (yesterday) or even BEFORE I LEAVE (today) I realize I'm just not 'in the mood' so I make use of my time food shopping or feeding my newly recurrant tobacco addiction. Either way, I wind up not drinking, and my body has become a bulemic's dream of apparent weight loss. It's lovely. I am not going out much since I dislike people to the point where I can only stand to be in their presence while drinking, and since I'm never 'in the mood' as stated above any more, I wind up entertaining myself in such ways as making stuff like this and posting it here or else looking at this goofy thing too many times so that the song gets stuck in my head and I whistle it to myself in my car on my non-beer runs and as I walk through the aisles wondering why the hell I am there since I already have enough food and cigarettes left over from yesterday! Then I go and buy live crickets for the resident snapping turtle Puti (don't look at me I didn't name the poor thing) or "C" batteries for the last appliance on Earth which takes them, namely our kitchen clock. Well this sure has been most utterly boring post here in a while, but I just thought I'd let you know what's up, if you care, and I wish I could go to sleep right now, but alas, I cannot.

4/9/1

I had to look at my watch to learn what date it is. I am so alcohol poisoned I don't know whether I should shit or puke! Maybe I should just finish this beer and go to sleep...I can still write HTML though! Maybe that's what makes a true professional. Given a choice (on the NJ turnpike), I always pick the 'Trucks/Buses/Cars' side instead of the 'Cars Only' side. I figure the people who are afraid to drive alongside 18 wheelers are SCARED, and NOTHING is scarier than a SCARED driver. At least when you're on the truck side, you're dealing with PROFESSIONALS, people who can fall asleep at the wheel and STILL drive 2½ more hours...people who know so well what they're doing that even in a state of semi consciousness they can still ARRIVE ALIVE, as they used to say. More later, maybe...

4/7//1

It's Jessicka's birthday today! Go email her and wish her a happy one!

Last night the Snib and I went out to eat at a disapponting restaurant known as Zocalo, located at 36th and Lancaster in West Philly. First off, they really should change their name to Zapatas, since their food tastes kind of like what I expect SHOES would taste like. I haven't tasted shoes ever, but I bet they wouldn't taste like much. I have never had more flavorless mexican food anywhere. Taco Bell's food might taste nasty, but at least it tastes like SOMETHING! I have tasted more flavorful matza crackers. I had no idea that mexican food could be made to have so little flavor. I had the spinach enchiladas. They must have started with canned spinach and then boiled it for about 2 days to rid it of all the flavor. Popeye would have cried in his plate over this shit. Then it might have tasted *a little* better. Conversation inspired by this *cough* "meal" ranged from which restaurants in Philly were even worse than this one (believe it or not there are -a couple- but they aren't NEARLY as expensive) to what was the worst food poisoning we ever had (hers was when a couple of old hippes went 'dumpster diving' and didn't tell her til after; mine was when some guy with an ileostomy bag had been careless -or maybe malicious- while preparing the food). There were these weird 'seeds' in the food which looked remarkably like oversize mouse turds. Maybe they were Rat turds? I didn't eat any. Maybe I should have. The food may have wound up tasting better. The obviously embarrassed waitress was nice so I gave her a fat tip (as a cab driver, gotta keep that tip karma flowin' :) ) but all in all it was a very bad experience which I will never never ever in my entire life repeat. The best Mexican food in the area -hands down- in in Willow Grove at a place called Tortilla's on Rte 263 just north of the Willow Grove Mall. It's in the frikkin SUBURBS and is 1/3 the price and has infinitely better food. I guess the proprietors of Zocalos are cashing in on the fears of the nearby Penn and Drexel students, who are always in search of eats that are nearby and 'safe' The university media are always playing up on how 'dangerous' the surrounding areas are, no doubt to stir up business for the subpar restaurants nearby. Just so you know, a taxi driver was SHOT IN THE FACE right in front of the UPenn campus police station last month and THEY NEVER FOUND OUT WHO DID IT!!! Just goes to show you how 'safe' they are keepng their shitty little plastic bubble. And to think those rent-a-cops have just been given the right to hand out TRAFFIC TICKETS (their wet dream come true). The bastards. They should all be incinerated alive. And I should get to watch!

3/29/1

grrrgrrrgrrr

I went and bought the webcam and it doesn't work. Either BOTH my USB ports are shot even though the computer finds them or else something is fundamentally wrong with my motherboard (it IS kind of old and there's that pesky DMA controller driver not being found error that WILL NOT DIE no matter how many times I try and install the drivers off the disk that came with the mb). I was kind of hoping I wouldn't have to buy a new motherboard (and while I'm at it new RAM and a new CPU) just to have the webcam work but now that I've already sunk $139 into a really hyper-slick 3com webcam endorsed by none other than her ultrawebcamness Nay I feel it's about time for a long-overdue upgrade. Maybe I'll hook my old box up with one of those woooweee 1 Gigahertz CPUs but I doubt if I'll want to spend that much - I'll go for an 800 Mhz or something instead cause I'm a cheap bastard.

oh yeah I almost forgot today was the very first day I didn't have to work AND it was a nice day on the same day and guess what - SOMEBODY STOLE MY BIKE BEFORE I EVEN WOKE UP so I didn't even get to go for a bike ride. How horrid! And the worst part is there's only 15 hrs 52 mins to go til I have to work again I really really wish I could sleep but somehow I can't even though I am dead tired.. It feels like I'm being raked over the coals endlessly - no end in sight - I'm almost ready for that bottle of whiskey and sixpack of heroin bags ride into a beautiful unending sleep but I can't shake the idea that death will be even WORSE than life so I hold back. Sorry but I had to tell someone.

On a better note, I wound up hanging out with Jessicka on AIM and then we even TALKED ON THE PHONE for a little bit and I felt soooo much better as if my broken spirit had been healed by hearng her voice. Her accent didn't sound like I expected at all but then again I never heard a Buffalo NY accent before that I know of. Still all the nervousness I felt while the phone rang instantly disappeared when she answered and I felt like I knew her already. It was weird - in a good way! Jessicka you rock!!!

As for shaving my head - I probably won't. Lisa, whose site is radically changed nearly EVERY TIME I go there, asked me 'why not just let it grow'? And I thought 'hmmm why not indeed'? I haven't had long hair since 1998 so I might as well have it again this summer. Besides it stopped itching after I washed it. Being so removed from human existance as I have become, it's easy to forget such simple things. Really I should get back in the habit of such things as taking showers, eating, sleeping, and all those other things my body wants to do that I tend to forget about in my preoccupation. Heh - maybe I'll even get GOOD SEX out of the deal, you know, the kind like I used to have back in the day, where you're not both drunk off your asses, and you actually are able to COME, and you even stay in touch with each other after the following day. Sex has become such a distasteful thing in the forms it has taken of late, when it happens at all. No wonder I had to be drunk or fucked up otherwise to get myself into it. I hope I make enough money in the next few weeks to quit my job for a while. It's killing me. Truly it is. 15 hrs 31 mins to go til I have to be back *sigh*

3/25/1

I'm thinking of shaving my head again. I'm sick of having hair. It makes my head itch. I keep having to WASH it. It's getting too long. It's annoying. The last time I shaved my head (2/15/96) people kept making dumb jokes like 'what did you JOIN??' or else 'what'd you do, lose a bet?'. This guy has a shaved head. He's going to get a better job than I ever will. He tries harder. I suffer from acute failure to give a shit, so I drive a cab. If I shaved my head, people might think I'm a nazi. Do they still have Nazi skinheads on this planet? I never see any any more. Maybe I should have 'OI VEY' tattooed on the back of my head so that no one will mistake me for a Nazi.

I was once diagnosed with 'schizophrenia'. No I don't have multiple personalities. Read the DSM-IV dumbass. Although they were only up to the IIIr back then. I've been in 'remission' for a while. It feels like it's coming back. I like it though. I am quite removed from the human race thankyouverymuch. I truly feel I am not one of you any more. It's like I am watching you from behind a screen that lets me somehat into the show, like you're all part of my dream, a hologram. While it's not exactly fun, it's usually quite nice.

Last night I was flashed by a WOMAN. That was quite nice. She was on Lombard St around 8th or 9th. I had a fare in the cab so I didn't stop. I was like 'all right!!' but didn't take it any further than that. She saw me smiling and smiled back. The guy in back probably liked that I didn't waste his time being a dog so he tipped me ok in the end.

My feet stink. There's weird shit growing in between my toes.

Yesterday I was thinking if I ever commit suicide a good way to do it would be with a nuclear device. That way I could take out an entire city when I go. Given a choice, I would destroy L.A. Of all the places I have been, that one is the biggest shit hole of all. It would be very satisfying to wipe it from the face of the earth.

Today, I feel quite nice. Quite nice. I feel quite nice.

3/16/1

Nothing like your computer turning into a pumpkin after a night of binge drinking! I had to reinstall windows TWICE; now everything seems to be working except the camera. That 'Blithering Idiot' picture down there might be the very last picture it took (sound of 'Taps' playing). It was a GOOD camera...Hey wait a minute! NO IT WASN'T! (sound of needle ripping across record) Look at how GRAINY the pictures it took are! And they were always like that - right from the get - go! Not like this picture here:

MY WHAT A NICE CAM YOU HAVE! I mean Lookit that! You can see the PORES on her EYELID! *swoons*

Yah I collect eyes. I have quite an extensive collection. Ever uploaded an image of your eye (just your eye) onto the internet? Maybe I have it. Yes, I do. It's right here. (digs thru a smooshy bag and pulls out something...BLOODY....AND GROSS...AAAAAAAAA!!!) btw that pic below wasn't really taken when I had only had 6 oz of Blithering Idiot. I mean - how could I possibly look that drunk under those circumstances? I must have pulled the empty bottle out further into the night and snapped a picture. I don't remember really well. Such is a night of binge drinking. One thing to remember: Never Binge Drink and Go Online: you might break your cam. That said. Good-bye for today.

3/14/1

Blithering Idiot! I mean the beer, not the human, wise guy!

yay another yummy beer has been found. As a cab driver, you meet upon all kinds of random information. It's kind of like web surfing, only more real. ANYWAY -- I had an ENTIRE STYLE of beer recommended to me. Barley Wine style Ale. On this, a night off, I went "in search of". Enter "BLITHERING IDIOT". Recommended to me at my favorite local rare beer store as one that's really good if you already like barleywine, and being not at all faint of heart (especially when it comes to beer), I grabbed it and another barleywine that I haven't started yet. mmm yummy! tastes like bark and a little bit of sugar (and that's good in case you don't know). GOD DAMN it must have the alcohol content from hell cause half way thru the mere 12 oz bottle I already felt the buzz. And my alcohol tolerance is no joke! To quote an email I sent someone from earlier this week, All this while I was all logy with hangover (from this yummmeeee banana lambic, some Sri Lankan stout, a big ol' bottle of Chimay, ½ a 5th of Jim Beam[guess that's a 10th], and 2 pints of Guiness for dessert! Told you I'd be wasting my time in other ways...). I was just too beat get pissed off about the situation, so they magically got real nice to me. Maybe I should call verizon 'customer care' with an extreme hangover more often! so as you can see I'm quite the drinker so it's really saying something when 6 oz of ANYTHING gets the buzz on. Over the last week, I've been added to 2 cam portals, and actually had someone come wanting to be on mine! Now I don't believe in astrology. Like Jim Morrison, I'm a Sagittarius, the most philosophical of all the signs. But, frankly, I think it's all a bunch of bullshit, myself. That said, when the sun is in Pisces it's a really great time to get wasted, especially if you have Saturn retrograde in Pisces (like me). It's almost as if you get rewarded for how fucked up you get! Now I want to move 2 edits I did to 'index.html' to here just cause they really don't belong there now do they? Here goes!

Well well what a thing to wake up to! After a COMPLETELY BADASS fuggin night of driving a cab, making more money than I did on New Years Eve (well that's not saying much as it was the very worst new years eve EVER), I went to sleep and woke to find I'm on yet ANOTHER cam portal. This one is the violeteyes cam portal, and Jessicka even has a little 31 x 88 mecha exchange size banner to use for it. It looks kinda like this:

I already put a link (complete with 88x31banner) to her domain, violeteyes.org, below in my bunch of links I like to keep down there. And I'm on portal #2 this time. Check it out - I'm completely surrounded by hot women! It's downright orgiastic! Jessicka says I should grow a goatee or something. Well -- I used to have one. A couple of years ago I got rid it. It was kind of long too. Damn! If only I could find the pictures of it you would be able to see them! I'm sure they will turn up soon.

Sinnocence was so kind as to add me to her cam portals recently. I'm on portal #9 in case you care. Go check her site out. Also she is 'Cattitude' of the Catty Goths (Reality Check) which is a must-see. I usually bust up laughing when I go there and read their shreds of peoples' sites. I love things that make me laugh.
On a related note, I added Kitty (Sinnocence) to my own recently reworked 'camarama' area too. It's nowhere near as extensive as her 90-ish cam extravanganza but go and have a look-see. I was actually proud of myself (and that's rare) after I spruced it up, so look, damnit!. I'm thinking I should add more damn camns to it, so if you want yours to be in there, you should email me.
I'm still accepting other people's dreams for my other people's dreams page so send some in if you want.

3/6/1

I never thought I would be glad to be on DIALUP. Actually after 2 days my internet jones had subsided to the point where I didn't feel my heart sinking thru the floor every morning when I woke and realized that it was really true for real that my DSL connection was shot and that I couldn't even reinstall my old dialup modem since the drivers had somehow walked since I had installed the damn thing the first time. Finally I found the damn things on a CD when I was looking for something else. Normally this would have straight up solved the problem but noooooo my CD drive is shot and thinks it has no CD in it even when it does! So I wound up borrowing a friend's CD drive and installed my modem only to find that my version of NetZero is too old and it won't work after November 20 2000 or some other long-past day. FUCK!!! fuckfuckfuck het those keys are all handily close together so that even 4 fingered typists like me can easily type it! fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck hahahahaha!! ok where was I? oh yeah. Then I realized I had downloaded a newer netzero install file and split it with this prog known as splitf.exe ito 4 parts to fit it onto 4 floppy disks for someone and I STLL HAD THEM so I installed the new joint and yayyy it worked so here I am on dialup but still here nonetheless. I'm just sslloowweerrrrrrrr. Mid month I should be up to speed (eh a pun) if those lying bastards at Verizon are being out of character and not feeding me bullshit to humor me into not calling them up and bitching at their uninformed, incompetent, robotic employees. Actually I'm suer they don't ever get told what's really up so I can't totally hold it against them. But something smells like rotten fish shit when you find that the reason you won't have DSL for 9-10 days (or 1-2 weeks, to quote another source) is because we have to wait for the PAPERWORK to go through! ooooo paperwork! make way for the paper! the world stops turning for paper. Who do these knuckleheads think they are anyway? the GOVERNMENT?? The glacier-like bureaucratic wheels grind on in the ax-war against the evil trees who hoard up all the paper inside their bark so the bureaucrats can't get at it! Since the fall of the USSR, SOMEBODY has to pick up the slack and give the lumberjacks something to do! And -speaking of the USSR- Does anybody here know how many time zones there were in the Soviet Union?

3/2/1

hmmm. it's 3...2...1....

I'm always mildly surprised any more when I wake up and the world is still there. My lack of trust has finally succeeded in reaching beyond the bounds of merely losing faith in humanity and extended to loss of faith in the very fabric of reality. The last few days, I half expected to find a swirling, misty oblivion outside instead of the bleak tragedy that is north philadelphia. Honestly, it's kind of a letdown when the world is still there. I have been thinking of extending my workweek to be 5-6 or even 7 days a week since over the last few weeks of 2 days work and nearly endless free time in between I have realized I just don't enjoy people, parties, drinking, and live music as much as I remembered. Life makes much more sense when it's a surreal expanse of dark streets and random passengers. Soon I will be be dead and rid of the lot of you! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Tomorrow night I'm going to a benefit for radio volta to be around a lot of old ex-friends and ex-enemies who have surprised me by being somewhat friendly to me the last few times I saw them. Could be it's only because I have been unsocial for so long that I am unfamiliar. I'm not even sure what they are 'protesting' any more. Here are blind anarchos trying to hold onto some perceived notion of a 'scene' that I was only very marginally a part of (if at all) 5-10 years ago. Even then they were taking themselves way too seriously while I was happily getting fucked up on whatever drugs were available, fully wanting and believing that I would be long dead by now. But somehow I'm still alive. And... here they are, too! Still clinging onto...what? Can't they see that 'the man' is them and they are 'the man' and that if they bring down 'the government' (AS IF they could) SOMETHING EVEN WORSE would surely take over in its place. Sure things are always changing...for the worse. When's the last time you saw anything get better? The last time I saw anything get better was 11 12 years ago when I started doing acid, and that was probably only a hallucination. Soon we will all be dead and much less miserable. Soon I will be dead and finally, FINALLY be RID OF THE LOT OF YOU!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

3....2....1....ahhhhhhhhhh yesssss! peace.

2/20/1

I got my Residents 'Icky Flix' DVD in the mail today! All I need now is a DVD player...and a better video card. Damn that image looks like shit! Maybe I should get a better camera while I'm at it. Funny how DVDs look exactly like CDs. I always imagined they'd be thicker.

For some reason I am going to New Jersey. Must have been that dream I had the other night. Actually I have an appointment to keep with the scruffy skinny guy to get that 3-eyed snake piece done on my scalp. I'm going to have to get my head shaved again; my hair sure grew back awful fast! No really it was my father's birthday yesterday and I was going to go up there and visit. Then maybe I'd visit some friends who just moved to Roselle Park, wherever THAT is. One interesting coincidence: My father and Meenk have the same birthday! WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN??? It means Meenk is 59 right? Perhaps not but sources say it was also raindog151 of IAHB's birthday. Now that's a good site I should go to more. Whenever I go there I enjoy myself but then I forget about it and don't go again for a month. Damn that site is so good I should link it! there. I did! god damnit! anyway look for more IAHB links soon on my pages of links 'cuz I'm gonna stick 'em on there too.

Speaking of going somewhere and not knowing where it is yet, has anyone else noticed how Yahoo Maps is all screwy any more? Here's an old story I never told you here before to illustrate the point: On one weirdly warm December night, the Snib and I were going to see this movie called 'Dungeons and Dragons' and since we were a couple of late-night stoners we needed a very LATE showing to cater to our extreme lateness. So what did I do? I went to philly.com or something and found out the only feasible showing was in Pensauken NJ. So I visited good ole Yahoo Maps and got some directions. Now I already knew how to get to Pennsauken (its over the Tacony Palmyra Bridge and down Rte 73 a piece damnit!) but I didn't know where this theater was and thought maybe Yahoo Maps was going to turn me on to a new amazing 'short way' when I saw that their directions were NOTHING AT ALL like the route I would have chosen aka 'the right way'. We hopped into my car and zipped over the Ben Franklin bridge (the big-ass blue one) and did a mini tour of that wretched little piece of shit across the river known as Camden.

Now if you live in Philadelphia, and you look out the window and the bleak cityscape that scrapes its way through your eyes squishes your heart you with a horrible suicidal sinking feeling, remember this, friend: at least you don't live in Camden! If this horrible decayed corpse of a town were a person, you mind find him in a leper colony, or maybe you could see pictures on archu.com. Uh? Where was I? Oh yeah, after we traversed Camden with some creepy asshole 3 inches behind us with his brights on who WOULDN'T GO AROUND when we slowed down, we got to this 'warehouse district' which was actually kind of green! Camden might be a deep, festering, knife wound on the earth, but the infection hasn't spread as virulently across the surrounding skin as it has on this side of the river. I noticed our turn at the last minute and swerved out of the way of 'mr. up my ass' (who incidentally didn't follow us) and after another half mile the road dead-ended out at a bunch of dirtpiles and to add insult to injury a fucking RABBIT was hophopping across the confused beams of the headlights. a FUCKING RABBIT!!! and this fine spot was where the Yahoo directions had led us. So where's the movie theater? ummm... Hey, Rabbit! Fortunately I had the presence of mind to know kind of where we were. So we turned around and went back out to the River Road and kept following it up the river past the Betsy Ross bridge and then when we hit Rte 73 we turned east and lo and behold there was the frikking movie theater. We got our tickets and sat down just as the previews were ending! poifect!

Now back to modern times: You know how I mentioned that that Snib and I were 'late night stoners' awhile back? Well I am up to DAY 15 of not smoking pot! Halfway to the fabled 'clean piss day' also known as Day 30! yay for me! Apart from that I am spacey and tired and that must be why my writing style is too. Maybe I should eat. Yes! eat...

2/16/1

eeeiwww! I just woke up from dream filled with cockroaches! They were in my hair. in my car, in my MOUTH! ptooie! ick! ick! ick! I'm still feeling creepy crawly like things are walking on me under my clothes. I don't remember enough of the dream to post it here, though.

2/15/1

After we, we being that Snib and I, waited in the on-and-off drizzle for ½ hour the doors were opened. Since it was Philadelphia, everyone had to get patted down on the way in to make sure no one had any pistols, knives, axe handles, bayonettes, machine guns, hand grenades, or eyeball pokers on them and we got in and after a few tryout spots to sit in we decided to stand right in front of the stage, a little to the left of center. I figured they would be on in an hour (at 8:00) just like in New York 2 years ago but nooooooo they didn't go on til 9. Some drunk asshole came up and started talking WAY TOO LOUD right before they came on. I forgot how much I HATE crowds. Asshole KEPT talking too loud even as an eyeball walked out onto the stage and produced the new Residents DVD, Icky Flix, from indide of his tuxedo jacket, followed up by a remote! He walked into one of the two mottled mesh psychedelic looking booths which were having multicolored light shone on them throughout and slapped the DVD into a DVD player which was cleverly hidden inside. It didn't seem like it was going to work! this 'blue screen' which said DVD in the corner was being stubborn and wouldn't give way to whatever the eyeball wanted us to see! I was waiting for it to change into the infamous 'blue screen of Death', too familiar to all Windows users, but fortunately, the show began and then the eyeball actually TOOK HIS EYEBALL OFF (in case you didn't know, NOBODY KNOWS what the Residents look like even though they've been around since the '70s), as well as the tux jacket, but there was a disguise within a disguise, some kind of moleman suit, all black with white decorative strips sewn in to it and a pair of light yellow goggles with 3 flashlights shining off his head, one from each side and one from the top of his head. His face was of course completely covered with black cloth and then 3 more moleman suited residents appeared, entered the booths (2 residents in each of the 2 booths) and began to play along to the first DVD movie. The 'Skull Guy' (the frontman) made his appearance, in a new cool looking distorted skull with 1 eye socket being much larger than the other and 7 white poofy balls sticking out of its dome. This skull only covered his face down to the mouth and his lower jaw was grease painted black with white teeth painted onto his lower lip with fluoresced amber in the stage light. The She-resident (the frontWOman) followed shortly after, in a bright day-glo orange wig of long straight hair which matched her bright glowing lipstick and the orange parts of her paisley pants. She was wearing a glittery tube top and her outfit made her look sexy compared to what she was wearing the last time I saw her, even though she was wearing big yellow fisherman boots to complete the ensemble. Also she had on sunglasses which were white and shaped like hands. This tour is basically to promote the DVD which only costs $25 and I might even buy one even though I have no DVD player, to save for the future when I might get one. Or the future when I know someone who has one.

Anyway, the drunk guy... the fucking DRUNK guy.... that ass was yelling even as they were singing and since he was right next to me I leaned over in his ear and went 'shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' which made him calm down for like a minute tops and then he was back to his old shit. Another shhh had the same effect, then another, and then when he started up a 4th time this guy who was right in front of him turned around and was like 'hey will you SHUT THE FUCK UP?? We're TRYING to LISTEN to the fucking MUSIC here and YOU'RE LOUDER than IT is!' Sue Sniblet decided to pretend that we were still a 'couple' on a VD date, since it WAS VD (Valentine's Day) after all, instead of being merely each others' 'exes', maybe so that she would be shielded from the mayhem. Drunk dude is all like 'well I'm strong.. and you're strong. and I don't want to fight but If that's what YOU want then LET'S FIGHT' and then after a bit more lighthearted banter drunk d00d was trying to give the pissed off guy a HUG (of all things) which, needless to say, didn't go over too well, and a fight REALLY DID start to break out. Then this really really BIG crewcutted guy who had been telling us for the hours before showtime about how he has been going to zillions of concerts beginning with Kiss in 1975 separated the 2 from each other until drunk düde's less drunk friend stepped in and escorted his broe back to the bar or wherever and we were left in peace until ANOTHER drunk asshole started yelling 'turn it up! turn it up!' until he got bounced and then it was time to enjoy the show. Why anyone would want to get DRUNK while seeing the Residents is beyond me. They are like fragile fungi or delicate insects, not meant to be trod upon by stomping drunken dumbasses. Some snide shithead from New Jersey or some other suburb was all huffy and whining about 'well you KNOW you're in Philadelphia when nit nit nit...' but I stopped listening...the show was too cool to waste your time getting pissed off at some pussy who posed no threat.

The show was going along great until I started getting cramps. Now I hadn't eaten all day since I have recently quit smoking pot (it's Day 10!) and food kind of fucks with me nowadays, so I thought I was just very hungry. But it kept getting worse and worse; after 45 minutes my sides were in roaringly splitting pain and I was trying to rub them and massage it away until after another 15-30 minutes I lost the ability to BREATHE! I dropped to my knees so that I could stretch my arms over my head without blocking anyone's view and people around got all worried and scared and I made my way over to the wall where 2 bouncers were almost ready to eject me until they figured out I wasn't fucked up on 'drugs'. I laid down on the floor, wondering if I was having a heart attack, wondering if somehow somebody had dosed me with shitty acid, or poisoned me, listening to probably the same dweeb from new jersey commenting on how 'somebody's freaking out...he looks like a crack head' and I would have laughed if I was able cause I don't know if you've ever seen a picture of me but I'm NOT exactly SKINNY! so I chilled out against the wall for a piece and then stood up and reclaimed my spot, which I noticed was enshrouded in a vile cloud of that horrid powdery particulate 'smoke' from those GOD DAMN SMOKE MACHINES! and then when my lungs started to spasm again I knew why I had had that 'attack'. Now I know firsthand what a real live asthma attack feels like. It's not any fun, folx.

So I quickly went back toward the outside to get some air, but there was another nasty cloud of CIGARETTE smoke there which I was in no mood for so I retreated back inside and stood a safe distance away from the stage to watch the rest of the show, which was a straight up show without the DVD being projected behind the band. I noticed some people I knew who I hadn't seen since halloween were there and it was kind of cool to see them again but I suspect I looked kind of freaked out. Somebody thought I was on acid cause my eyes were all big and dilated. But I wasn't. Imagine how shitty it would have been if I WAS! fuck...

I drove that Snib home to West Philly and then one the way to MY home it was getting late and I had to make a choice..beer or food. I chose food and went to Tony Luke's, a yummy classic South Philly kinda place full of cheese steaks etc and since I wanted to go easy on the old bod I picked a sandwich a vegetarian guy once told me about known as an 'Uncle Mike' which is a thick tomato saucy mishmash of both sweet and hot peppers, onions, spinach, garlic, stewed tomatoes, and SHARP PROVOLONE CHEESE dumped on a hoagie roll and it totally KICKED ASS and I made me way home with a nice stomachful of yummy food and went to bed.

2/14/1

Yayyyy! It's Residents' Day!!!!
Oh yeah and it's Valentine's Day too. Happy VD to everyone not lucky enough to be seeing the Residents. *scritch scratch*

On another note: I was poking around good ol' archu.com last night, and what should I find in the gothsluts section but SOMEONE I KNOW! After I finished getting myself to believe my eyes, I smiled in evil pleasure at my good fortune. It's not every day that you find a picture of someone, not just anyone, but someone who pissed off a friend of yours, posted online and called a 'slut' by PEOPLE WHO DON'T EVEN KNOW HER!!! Then I laughed and laughed, laughter echoing malignantly off the walls, descending throughout the building and wafting into the cold night air outside, interrupting blowjobs in cars and ruining crack smokers' highs in its evil splendor. Yep. Somehow the good folks at archu.com found a picture of that Resnail. hehehe. In real life she's a dominatrix, I guess still somewhere in the Philadelphia area. She has a website too. Why is there so much crossover between the 'goth' and 'bdsm' scenes anyway? Must be all the latex.

Life is good. I find a gothslut Resnail one night, and the very next night I get to see the Residents! And I'm right smack in between the 2 nights right now! Who needs a 'valentine' to be happy on VD? Bah Humbug! Love is a score of zero in tennis!!!

2/11/1

You know there's a Bush in office when they're pushing 'ready rocks' the way they are today. This morning I did a bike trip to the store since it was nice (above freezing even) out and the corner dealers were raising quite a ruckus trying to get me to try their wares. I hadn't seen that intense a level of crack salesmanship in YEARS! Coinciding with this, mj is of decreased quality and increased price. This is one of the reasons I'm quitting (day 6 already!). As an extra added bonus, there's fresh graffiti (the ugly scribbly kind, unfortunately) on my building! Things have taken a definite downturn around these here parts. Yay Republicans! Too bad 'crack' isn't my cup of tea. I'm just behind the times, I guess.

Is anyone here old enough to remember when children's stories were creepy, even scary? I remember children's books and even children's TV having a creepy element to them. In the tiny amount of exposure I have to children's media fodder now, I notice this fear element is missing! THAT'S scary, if you think about it. It's part of the dumbing-down of (american, anyway) people. The new generation of kids, sheltered from the concept of fear and creepiness, will waddle to their deaths like dodo birds instead of having a sense of wariness instilled in them from an early age. Just a thought. Maybe I'm completely wrong. I should go read a 'Harry Potter' book or something to see if anything creepy happens in there...

2/10/99 (oops)

Sometimes I like to think my heart is still nice and cold. Sometimes it is! But today I was listening to this song and I very nearly started to cry... what's happening to me??????

One the other hand, increased moodyness can be fun! I giggle a little harder every time I watch this video. Maybe this would clear up exactly what it's all about, if I could read the language...but, ignorant 'ugly american' that I am, I'm shit out of luck.

One more thing: The linked video requires the Shockwave Flash plugin, so if you don't have it, hämta här.

Another more thing: I listened to that same song (above) again a couple of hours later and I started laughing. hoho hehe haha boom boom boy it's great to be crazy ..uh.. yeah.

2/10/1

WHEN CD-ROM DRIVES ATTACK

yeah I know that sounds awkward and clunky, but I am feeling quite awkward and clunky this morning -er, afternoon. I hate how my body turns on me when I quit smoking mj. Yesterday I ate 3 pretzels and had to spend 2 hours sleeping them off after which I woke with a splitting headache and was in a twisted and impatient mood for an additional 3-4 hours. What the hell? It's not anywhere near as bad as last time I tried quitting though. I usually don't crave or even think about getting stoned at this point, and I'm only up to day 5! One theory of mine is that pot numbs my allergies to certain foods. Another theory which I like better is that it's my body withdrawing from mj and after a month or two I'll be able to eat normally (hell, I might even be able to drink COFFEE again someday without my heart feeling 'tired' out of the bargain!). Last night I decided to do a little drinking. Hey, that really worked to numb me out, enough that I smoked half a pack of cigarettes! Now I feel like my body has been burnt from the inside out. What a lightweight I've become! Why, back in the day I used to... well, maybe it'd be better if I didn't tell THOSE stories right now.

Oh yeah CDROMs.. my CD player (not a CDR but one of those old-fashioned read-only ones) has decided to start causing me trouble. It would spit out its tray and then my computer would promptly crash. It was like my computer was sticking out its tongue at me! nyah nyah! All that was missing was the phththphhh!!! This morning I finally got fed up and physically removed the fucker from my computer. It hasn't crashed yet since then... (insert sound of knocking on wood here). Maybe I will bother to get a CDR now after all. I'm supposedly getting a fat refund from the IRS this year! If there's ever a good time to be poor as shit, it's tax time.

I was just saying to someone today that I hadn't heard a peep about what GW Bush was doing as president other than the anti-abortion-funding-across-the-world act he effected to make the religious right tightasses think he's a badass after all. It's not like I've been paying close attention, but you'd think I would've heard about SOMETHING, right? Then, within a half hour, I was surfing around reading peoples' sites I like to read, and on electronic whore (yeah I like to read that site) Jacquie says a bill is being pushed that will enable Bush to legally take a contract out on a foreign leader if he considers them a 'threat' (kind of like ol' Ayatollah Khomeini no?). So he really is up to something. Up to no good, I'd say! It IS kind of funny, pathetic even, that important news (assuming this 'news' is true) sometimes filters down to me through such roundabout routes, but I digress. I wonder how bad things will get before he gets shuffled away in up to 8 years...for once I actually feel threatened by an asshole in office. Where's my bomb proof umbrella??? I still can't find the damn thing!

Speaking of Jacquie, she was actually in a dream of mine last night. No not THAT kind of dream! -or maybe it was. It was a very strange dream. We're talking WEIRD! Have you ever wondered if parameciums get it on? I heard they kind of do, unlike most protozoans. It might seem like I'm digressing yet again, but I'm not -- that's how weird it was. And no I wasn't a paramecium in the dream, I just felt kind of like one. Also featured was lots of brown murkyness, not being able to see or hear but being somewhat telepathic instead, a craggy cliff overlooking the ocean, lines of cystal meth which I was going to do but then I got distracted and forgot about them...very cloudy memory of the dream, all I know is it was no less than a 9 out of 10 on the weird dream scale.

I don't usually dream of 'web' people either. I can recall only one other dream with 'online people' in it, last summer. That was only a 5 or 6 on the aforementioned scale, but it was a fun, exciting dream. We stole a SEPTA regional rail train and went joyriding, and then had to wade through polluted water to escape from the cops in a 'mirror image' Philadelphia where the Delaware river was to the west and west philly was to the east, in a bleak and forbidding toxic dead-earth future. I told her about it back then right after I had the dream so if she reads this she might remember, but I doubt if she will.

2/5/1

To hell with putting the "0" in the "01" to denote the year! Why should I bother? I have over 8 years to continue blowing off that 0 and NO ONE CAN STOP ME HAAAAAA! To make a long story short the tubing hill was tooootally Tubular! It was awesome dude. Rad, even. I took a bunch of pictures but there is still film left in the camera. I now have 3 disposacams with varying amounts of film left within. Since my scanner is actually working again these days, I really ought to finish the damn things up and scan the pictures. There are a bunch of pics I really want to see of an oil refinery at dawn. It was fun taking them. I was spectacularly drunk and after I got home from the party I noticed the sun was creeping up and I felt I MUST drive up 95 a piece and snap me a few shots of that funkyfresh multi colored refinery I always see which always has clouds of chemicaly steam wafting up from it. Also I grabbed a shot or two of a dusty old public school which had been closed down across the expressway. Pretty tough looking place I must say. I have some of the funny signs from around here up already but wait there's MORE which will also go up when I finish the rolls of film.

Oh yeah the long story that was going to be made short: My car really didn't enjoy the trip. I had to stop in a dinky little town known as Mount Airy, Maryland on the way home to get the timing belts (the contraption I drive has TWO of 'em) and another cracky old belt replaced. 60% of the teeth were sheared off of the one belt. No wonder the damn car stopped dead on ol' I-70. Fortunately, the valves did not get dinged up so I was able to drive back after an 8 hour hiatus! I have to do mad work on the front end. One of the CV joints likes to go nooknooknooknooknook every now and then and this is maddening. Plus the front wheels need aligning since they are pigeon toed and the outside edge of the front tires wears down to a silvery metal belt quite quickly if I get out on the open road. Blech! It's still good for short jaunts around town though. I have to start working again to pay for this shit. My old cab driving job is still waiting for me. I want to only work part time for them. 2 or 3 days a week not 5 or 6 like I was. Also someone wants me to do a website for them and they will pay me which makes me feel all warm and tingly inside, but not as much as sex. Soon you will see the tubing pics. If it weren't RAINING LIKE A MOTHERFUCK outside I would take a nice ride up to West Oak Lane and snap me a shot of the Church of Broken Pieces (yes there really is one of those here) to finish out one of my cameras with only one picture left on it. My my I am so dehydrated although not as sluggish as I was the last 4 or 5 days so I should rise and shine. It's nice to not have been drinking yesterday as I have no hangover whatsoever. All I need to do now is quit smoking pot. I have this tiny little crumb of really good weed left and after I smoke it I won't get any more...for a while anyway. Just so you know, the 2nd-to-the-last time I quit I lasted for a year and a half so :P!!! I think I'll save the crumb for tonight and go all day highless. on that note ta ta!

1/27/01

Just thought I'd include this picture Gjen sent of the slope I will slide down tomorrow: it kind of looks like Wickham Park from when I was a kid. hehehe it'll be fuuuun! wheeeee I can't wait! 24 hours from now, there I'll be. I'll try and remember to bring a camera and take a picture from the bottom. I have a feeling it'll look even higher and steeper from that angle. We shall see! Also it looks like the snow on this slope is especially laid out for tubing, and NOT skiing. Not that any of that matters one bit to me.

1/27/01

I have taken a nice long break from updating this page. First, I was working crazy mad hours, we're talking 72 hour weeks here. After a while I opted to take a break from all this and recuperate when what should I be offered just in the nick of time but a chance to do a demo site for a TV show someone is going to pitch to Nickelodeon this spring. I was going to quit smoking pot very soon to prepare for a possible medical study in the spring, but that'll have to wait another lil bit since I got invited to a super splendiferous party at which it would not do not to smoke pot. Did that make sense? This will: It's a 'super bowl party with no tv' in West Virginia which I will go to partly 'cuz there's ski slopes with no skiers on them nearby which we can ride truck inner tubes down and take the ski lift back up the hill and do it all again and take the ski lift up and etc etc and fuck it sounds like a good time huh? No one is going with me though since they would've had to be able to leave for early sun-late mon and all 4 people that I could tolerate to come along are unable to free up their busy schedules on such short notice. Not that I mind terribly; I prefer to act alone. Alone is better for ^almost^ everything. Especially drinking. I came across this page by someone else who prefers to drink alone the other night. It's called How to Forget Life Sucks. As with many cool pages, it's part of a whole cool site, so you might as well check it out while you're there.

A somewhat short of stellar turnout doesn't seem to faze these turnips at a wet-blanket rally celebrating the coronation of king Dubya and the resumption of the patented New World Order Process.

Someone suggested that I should include guinea pig stories from medical studies I have done before. This is a good idea. I just haven't gotten to it because I haven't felt like it and come to think of it I have been kind of busy with this new project and with various other things which come up the way things do. I am going to do this later, but for now I am going to put up this prototype gp story page which contains a few stories cut and pasted from email I sent to the very same person who suggested I should make such a page. As I feel I am making less and less sense, without further ado I will end this transmission.

12/23/00

yea! christmas eve eve eve rocked! It more than paid for the smashed windshield of my car (That's one of the things I didn't tell you about last time...) and was the best night of this season of cabdriving yet! Now I have 3 nights off in a row (!!!!!!!!) since in order to get christmas off I had to take christmas eve eve off too (I was going to take christmas eve off anyway since I don't work on sundays. This means I won't work new years eve either. But I don't mind. Philly is a huge pain in the ass to drive around in on NYeve. If you want to go downtown on NYeve, you're best off taking SEPTA (yes that's what they call mass transit here! And in Latin 'septa' means 'barriers' [plural of 'septum' ey?] which is interesting) and in particular the "subway-surface" and subways so as to avoid the severe to the point of being utterly completely totally moronic traffic jam that encompasses the entire downtown area of Center City. If I were to drive that night , I would suggest to all my fares that were trying to enter the fray to take SEPTA from some not-too-far-from-downtown point and not only save them some money but save me some time (and more money) for myself. You make more money from distance than from time you know. Last year I took NYeve off at the request of the same snib who requested I take christmas off this year and I didn't feel like I missed out on anything. NYeve is a crapshoot. One NYeve I made over $350 and another I got pulled over by some asshole cop for over 3 hrs and didn't make more than $70-80. New Years really means the most to me of all the holidays any more. The whole beginning/ending theme is something that appeals to my nature these last few years. But I digress. Not that I minded of course. My time means a lot more to me now that I'm getting older. Sometimes I wonder how much of my life is wasted waiting at traffic lights. Now that I typed that I see how ridiculous it is. It's a waste of time to wonder how much time you wasted waiting for something you're not even waiting for! You see I am getting really drunk now. I have all this Bacardi 151 left over from last sunday's small party of us drinking egg nogs and I still had egg nog left over even. So now I am drinking it. But my oh .. my hehe I have digressed yet again! But I was merely remembering a time earlier tonight while I was waiting at such a light I was pondering the idea. Is that a waste of time too? I ponder this awhile and then move on to

. THE BIG JUICY PART!!!

You see, last night (12/22) at about 10:15 pm, I dropped off a quite attractive youngish black woman with a very heavy bag of laundry (which I of course carried for her being the really nice guy that I am). After I was paid and had got back in the cab, I noticed a bright orange glow from around the other side of the laundromat. How fortunate, was my first thought, to not be blinded by the first nuclear bomb strike! I would get to keep my vision until I was destroyed! 0.9 seconds later I realized it was not bright enough to be a nuclear bomb and proceeded to pull forward toward the rear of the laundromat to get a look at the show around the behind of the building and sure enough there was a bright orange amazing very bright impressive OIL REFINERY FIRE which had just begun to erupt! I got out of the cab and put on a couple more layers since it was like 10ºF (That's -12.2ºC to all you 'ferners' out there in all those unamerican countries like zimbabwe and canada that still use the metric system) to go explore the scenario without the confines of traffic laws. The orange glow was reflected by a large cloud of vapor which rose immediately from the flame. The flame itself was orange and flared sometimes Very Brightly but never with any blue or other colors further spectrumwise than orange-yellow. There was a steady roar coming from the blast, and solar-flare like eruptions would sometimes shoot up into the sky. Occasionally it would get so bright as to make me almost squint.. The skeletal framewwork of one of those oil refinery tanks with the movable top which they build the sides up around (you will know what this is if you have ever visited an oil refinery or even an abandoned oil refinery) Quickly it became noticeable that there were a large enough number of cops immediately deployed on the scene that it would be impossible to get a really more interesting visual perspective than what I had, and as mentioned briefly above, it was GOD DAMN COLD!!! On the way back there was this scared old lady hanging out of her doorway in a blanket. She was a little scared of me until I started talking to her. She was not dressed to be outside, and her house was angled away from the fire, but she could see that something was up cause of all the people coming by and their expressions. I told her the refinery was on fire and she was like 'oh.. the gasoline is on fire? I hope it won't spread here' and I was like 'I doubt it. In fact, I think it won't spread anywhere near here. There are already a whole lot of cops although I haven't seen any fire engines yet. But I'm sure they are coming. Anyway I have to get back to work! see ya!' and I left. As I expected, I saw many fire engines going the other way by me. Later I found out my guess was correct; the fire didn't spread beyond the confines of the refinery and as I was turning in the cab word was all the roads were open around there except for the Passyunk Avenue Bridge. Signing off ~BB

p.s. I just finished the last of the 151 in eggnog and had in mind to go drive and get food *mmm and some cigarettes I'm all out of cigarettes! I even threw away the butts! ad I'm not enough of a smoker to want to dig thru the trash for butts yet)* and then more 151 and more egg nog after I took a piss - and - instead I fell back onto a metal box which (luckily) was positioned so as to have my ass sit right on top of it at which time I was aware enough to roll to the side of the metal cormers of the box Still I took this as to be an omen of driving being a bad idea although I still consider a foot expedition thru the 5ºF (-15ºC) arctic freeze down the block to get cigarettes! I love the convenince of city life!

Now that it's 12 hours later I must say I did not go get any cigarettes, the fire was not in a refinery but in the storage tanks for the gas company and was burning right near a storage tank full of liquefied natural gas! The whole neighborhood (probably including the old lady) was evacuated and as far as I know they are back home now that the fire is out. I went to bed at 9:15 in the morning and slept til 4:30 pm when I woke with a splitting headache and incredible thirst. After water and more sleep, I felt good enough to go eat at the Country Bulemic Buffet where I stuffed myself with all kinds of food. I made the mistake of taking chitlings one trip! They looked like lightly breaded chicken but they tasted like liver. Blech! Very nasty. Other food there was ok. They had this good turkey a la king kind of stuff which was probably the best hangover food there, so I thought. I love sleep. I will now drink some more water and go to sleep again. Probably I will wake at some bizarre hour of the night but that will be ok.

12/21/00

CAB STORY
Yes. Finally an event worthy of noting here occurred last night. Actually, there were others, but they weren't funny like this one and I didn't want to sound like I was complaining. So in any event, I was sent to an address on E Passyunk Ave between Christian and Carpenter, with no where to park, so I double-parked and went inside. In the dank recesses of the small, dimly lit bar, my fare-to-be was a 55-year-old drunk motherfucker who kept shouting 'fuck you! fuck you!' at me and a couple of bar workers (bouncers? Nah they were more like stockers or something. maybe off duty bartenders?) as we tried to get him to come out. We pretty much ended up carrying the guy out, and after we splunked him into the cab and the two guys went back inside, the asshole kept sticking his feet out so that I couldn't shut the door! Finally I got the door shut and was trying to get the guy to tell me where he lived. 'Bleerrghererrrghhh' was all he had to say as I began to pull out of the way of the line of cars which had backed up, horns blaring, behind me. Then, to make matters even more complicated, a cop in a car was like 'Don't start the meter! Pull over first!' and after I did they turned on their lights and squeezed up behind me. 2 cops came up to the car demanding my license-insurance-and-registration and I started to give it to them, saying 'Sorry it took so long to get this guy in the cab, but I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I pulled up to this place.' Then they noticed the drunk guy and gave me back my papers wihout even checking first to see if they were in order. 'Put your shit away,' the one cop said, 'we thought you were just being a jerk-off; we didn't know what was going on' and then the other cop is going thru the guy's pockets looking for ID. When the guy started yelling 'hey! hey!' cop 1 shines his flashlight in the guy's face yelling 'This is the Police! This is the Police' at least 2 times until the guy let cop 2 sit him up and sobered up enough to tell him the address, which I heard. Some kid from New Jersey had been goggling at the lurid scene of cops hassling an old guy in a cab and was starting a new traffic jam in the process. As the cops walked away, the one with the light shone it in the kid's face, who winced and grimaced and drove away. Turns out the way he streets are in S Philly I had to go around this big spiralling route to get the guy to his door, which was right around the corner from the bar! I had to walk him to his doorway so he wouldn't fall down on the way, and then the fucker wouldn't pay me, claiming he had no money and saying 'I know what you did!' in a vicious tone. Probably he though _I_ called the cops on him. No matter. I took another, slightly smaller, yet still spiralling route back to the bar where they dumped the fuck on me and made them pay! And you know what? They did. Tipped me kinda nice too! Oh yeah the name of the bar is 'LOW'. What a fun name for a bar! the LOW... Maybe someday when I am really feeling in a bad way I'll hit the LOW, or sink to it, or whatever, and have me a few stiff something-or-anothers and forget that I'm alive for a few hours. I wonder how long until someone opens the 'New LOW'?

12/2/00

25 minutes! I don't have to leave for work for 25 minutes! I didn't think I was going to have this much free time today but I had MORE! 25 minutes plus a little more of not having to be anywhere! Life is better than I remembered.

Whenever you pay a bill it is like a cylinder firing in an internal combustion engine. Each firing turns the machine a little more. Is this good or bad? Like it or not, most everyone if not everyone is part of the machine. Probably you are. If the machine were to fail, you would have to restructure yourself to adapt to the new situation in order to survive. Could do this? Also be aware that no matter how adaptable you are, surely SOMETHING will eventually do you in.

I was listening to WPRB as usual last night in the cab. There was this one DJ who was playing 2 or 3 tracks at a time, usually one talking and one music. Stuff like the rock the vote commercial from 1992 over a long droning one-note 'song' and maybe an endless loop of ducks quacking for good measure. Much better than the usual crap on Philly radio. There was one woman really didn't like it and actually asked me to change the staion to 103.9. So, what the hell, I did. All the way from one side of South Philly to the other this station played 8 commercials back to back. 8! It was really funny! Made me remember the real reason I like to listen to college radio. I left the station on for the whole ride just to see if it was going to play commercials all the way til the end. It did! hehehe. She didn't tip me much, but I was way too amused to care. As she was leaving the cab, I threw in a 'Heh. I forgot how much I hate commercials' before my usual farewell of 'Hey, have a good night!' and just as I was pulling away the station started playing music again. Perfect! Unfortunately. it was typically shitty philly radio. Ick. At least the commercials were funny. OK hehe back to WPRB! quack quack quack quack...

11/27/00

2 days ago on my birthday someone gave me a bumper sticker she got on a road trip for the World's Only Corn Palace which just happens to be in Mitchell, SD. Today or yesterday somebody emailed me 3 identical emails asking me to put a link to his site up. It's actually a really cool site, full of gorey movies. www.ogrish.com would be the place. This is a vast collection of gory death and accident videos. Animal maulings, castration, all that kind of fun stuff. I put a link to it here and another one here. On a less gnasty note, I just re-found the ULTIMATE South Park episode download site: KENNY EMPIRE!!! It's fuckin' Rökken like Dökken! Pretty much every episode seems to be here. I moved some real heavy shit around yesterday and now my back is way sore. Even ibuprophen hasn't put a dent in the pain, so I decided it was worth a Tylenol 3 back from when I burnt myself last summer. Yes I still have almost ALL of those. I ate one almost an hour ago and my back is still killing me. ow ow ow. Tomorrow night it's back to work; back to the old Grind.

Those guys who had hot linked an image, which I subsequently changed, caught on real quick. Currently there is no image at all. This is a litle upsetting. I am almost sorry. Almost. I wonder what they sound like. I used to like punk rock bands back in the day. I still do in fact. If I had an mpg of these guys I might put it up, or at least hot link it...

11/26/00

Yesterday I decided to spend my birthday winterizing my space. As I was driving back from getting supplies, I couldn't help but notice an enormous cloud of black smoke emanating from right around my neighborhood! Due to differences between the map in my head and the reality of the layout the source moved back and forth, once as far away as New Jersey. Petty's Island, anyway. Soon I noticed it really WAS coming from my neighborhood. After I made sure it wasn't my building, I decided to go sightsee the fire. It was in another big old abandoned factory. Flames were soaring 50' + up over the roof as firemen with pressure hoses blasted the ceiling up the top floor away to get at the underside of the roof's structure. Cops were making everyone move farther and farther back, and this became a bother so I pressed onward to get gas at a certain cheap gas staion as planned. I am now within 1 day's work of winterizing and soon I will be able to relax in heat before this glowing screen without wearing so much as a sweat jacket and without my fingers ever numbing.

Today I noticed someone was hot linking an image from my space. Now I did not create the image, so I don't care about it that way, and they do not get a lot of traffic, so it's not a bandwidth problem either, but it did kind of irk me that they didn't even ask me if I minded when they could just have easily have copied it into THEIR server and used it from there. However, linking an image on your site from someone else's opens you up to a world of potential mischief. Whoever this is has unwittingly given me access to edit a facet of his site! In this case, the background image within a table. Go look what I did! It's kind of funny. I might change it again after this at some point though. Let's see how long it takes for the guy to figure out what's up. hehehe...

11/22/00

I'm leaving today for a couple of days. Last night as I was dozing I thought I would have more to say but for some reason nothing seems worth saying.... I do want to mention the alleyway/entrance to the taxi garage though. It's very picturesque. It looks like it should be the entrance to some kind of Batcave type place. It's paved all in old rickety cobblestone, with large crisscrossing ruts where there are still (usused) trolley tracks. Day by day, abandoned cars often appear and disappear randomly along its twisted course. A dark brick wall with a few big delivery truck doors and a smattering of fading graffiti lines the left side of the route, while the other is bordered by a briar-overgrown chainlink fence around what looks like some kind of junk yard. The briars are dark, almost black, against the winter cold. Occasionally a dog used to run out to greet / growl at / chase your car as you drove in, but last week somebody may have hit the dog as his eye was badly bruised and bleeding a little, and I never saw him chase cars again after that. Around the last bend, shortly before the right side becomes a wall and the left side is open space, the garage comes into view as do several cabs and shells thereof along a small, weed-overgrown earthen berm which marks the boundary of the taxi parking lot along a rather large public parking lot that I have never seen get much use. I suppose they do an ok business when the nearby clubs are open. In any event I must start packing for a quick couple of days in a colder place. I'll return in about 50 hours. Farewell til then!

11/10/00

phwhewew!!!
Wow. What a house of cards Windows is! The only reason I still use the shit is that I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep all my mp3s, movies, etc and access them in Linux. I really ought to switch to that, but this will come later when I get a different physical hard drive. I can't change the partitions on my present one since the whole thing is on giant partion in FAT32 (pretty sneaky MS trick ey?) and I would have to blow the partition and destroy everything on the entire drive in order to create multiple partitions. Anyway what brought all this up is that fact that I've been fighting with my computer for over 24 hours and now just a couple of hours ago I've got everything pretty much normal again. I had a nasty Windows crash which left me only able to use DOS booted from a floppy(!) in which I finally found the registry was as completely corrupt as a 3rd-world style CIA-rigged Florida election and I had to delete the whole windows directory and then reinstall the motherfuck. Of course then I had/have to reinstall everything ELSE so that it shows up in the windows registry. So far so good except for one undisclosed for security reasons thing. Did that make sense? No? Good. Anyway I finally got hold of the right video driver for my video card online. The correct driver was not included on the cheesy disk that came packaged with the video card I purchased at a computer show a couple of years ago (yes my comp is that old) so I had to do what I did once before and seek out the correct driver online. Funny how the old driver was not where I thought I had saved it, or anywhere else findable, for that matter. Now I am no longer stuck in 640x480 16 colors land! And how the taxi thing going? Well let me tell you driving a cab in this stupid town on the weeknights with no (CB) radio sucks a big fat sweaty dick! I will not drive another weeknight without a radio. I told them this and they were actually going to hook me up with a radio last night but I was already all psyched up to take the night off and take care of my baby and get the fucking piece of shit up and running again! So I told them something had come up that I really ought to attend to and they were cool with that and I am going back to work tonight probably still with no radio but who cares? It'll be Friday! I have done weekend nights without even using the radio in the summer no less and still made over $100 a night. So radio or no radio the next 2 nights should be quite lucrative. After that I may not be driving for a while since I am possibly getting a temp computer job and additionally I might hook up with a better car courying company than the garbage outfit I was working for last month. Hey I get paid for my last 2 days there today! Swell! Keep the money coming! Yea! well toodles all since it's now past 4am and I haven't slept yet all last night.

11/5/00

Well. I suppose if I felt the emotion 'pride' any more I would feel inordinately proud of myself. I actually hit on somebody who's my age...In real life, not online... Today, I was doing laundry in a different laundromat than usual when I noticed a beautiful Latina woman was there doing laundry right near where I was. Then I noticed she had 2 kids. Now normally, I don't 'do' kids. I don't even wany any of my own kids, let alone get stuck taking care of somebody else's! But she was just so absolutely gorgeous that I decided to strike up a conversation anyway. She was cool to talk to, and then I noticed she was washing blue uniform type stuff and I figured her for a security guard cause of the lighter blue stripes down the legs of the pants, but she turned out to be a Cop! I hadn't ever noticed the light blue stripe on cops' legs before, but seeing a Philly cop outside of a police car is kind of a rarity (unless you frequent donut establishments). Not that I have anything really against cops, especially after meeting this one. Now what an unrepentant stoner like me would do if he were to find himself involved with a cop is beyond me, but I found the whole idea intriguing nevertheless. We have the same mad too-many-hours 6 days a week work schedule as each other (even with the same day off!) but then she decided to let me in on the fact (or is it a fact?) that she's MARRIED. Fuck! She might have been just trying to get rid of me since she wasn't wearing any ring but it's still belivable what with the kids and the fact that she's just too gorgeous to not be 'taken'. That must be why I usually am attracted to younger women - less of them are already snatched up by some dude. Anyway it was a fun and exciting experience to talk to Marisol and I don't regret anything about it. Except that she turned out to be married. Or at least she said she was. I don't really knw what to believe any more. Not that it matters. I am going to be working 72 hour weeks all winter long so I might as well face the fact that I am going to be little more than a worker bee or a machine and although when I burn out several months from now when I _just_ _can't_ _make_ _myself_ _DO_ _it_ _any_ _more_, theoretically I'll have a nice chunk of money that I didn't have 1 free minute in which to spend, I'll be that much older and harder and more cynical and hateful, as cab driving does to me. I used to have hope that I could break into a more techy line of work but no one seems to want to hire an old tough hard-boiled ex cabdriver to work in their prissy little office world. Makes me hate people all the more already that I am forced to go back to the only work any of you people seem to let me do, something I despise. Something that makes my hate grow ever stronger. I am trying not to think about how horrifyingly dreadful the coming months will be, only that it never seems as bad while I am actually doing it than before when I am anticipating. And it pays a fuck of a lot better than the car courier job I was doing last month too. I may not be posting here or anywhere else as much, but I still will once in a while. Maybe I'll tell some good cab stories when they happen. Maybe I'll get shot in the face and you'll get to see the new 'difigured bnib' cam if I live. Either way, may your life be more enjoyable than mine, for if it isn't, then YOUR LIFE SUCKS!!!

11/4/00

Well well well look who's back! And with a different purpose no less. There is no apparent pretense at being a 17, 19, or 20-year-old girl by the name of Myssie this time. I just hope they get the old video collection back up there. Now that I have DSL, I have the ability to devour the many rare gems I would have loved to have snapped up but couldn't due to my dialup being God Damn Slow and the connection dropping on me ½ to 3/4 of the way thru EVERY FUCKING MOVIE!!! Argh! Death to dialup! Anyway, welcome back, archu, whatever you are...

11/3/00

Ah the wonders a little (well ok, a lot) of cayenne pepper can do! Shortly after I had vomited up the very last of the contents of my stomach, I put about a teaspoon or so into a glass of (cold) water last night and after a mere 10 minutes my nasty case of the flu seemed more like a cold plus tiredness. I did it again this morning except wih about twice as much cayenne. Now I am still sore, mostly from the coughing, although my limbs are sore too. I am producing a lot less mucus today. I am debating whether to go in to work tonight or not. About an hour ago I was all for the idea, but now I am feeling more like another restful night of sleep like last night turned out to be after I stopped coughing. Maybe the endorphines relesed by the body's reaction to cayenne have a cough-suppressant effect, like opiates. I wouldn't have to show up at work for about 5 hours so perhaps I should sleep and see how I feel closer to then.

Oh yeah here's the main reason I was inspired to get this post up: The Tacky Postcard Archive! Now this is some funny shit. I was almost about to send this out to friends of mine who still get to travel a lot, but then I thought why not put it here on this site? Wow. I must really be sick if my brain is farting out this kind of reasoning, but that site is still damn funny so check it out. Myself, I'm just about ready for a nice long nap.

11/2/00

I feel like I've been shirking my duties here. It's been approximately 4 days since I last 'blogged' here. That's the new improved word for it right? 'BLOGGED'. Somehow I have a feeling by spring this word will be scorned as much as the abbreviation 'e/n' is now. E/N is scorned right? Fuck if I know; I don't talk to anybody any more. Lately I've been bedridden. Yesterday and today I went out when I really shouldn't have. I had to get out and deal with the reality of how I am going to pay to exist in this fascist world. Just to EXIST damn it! There doesn't seem to be any way out of that. The closest you can come is to own your own piece of land, but even THEN you have to pay taxes to whatever organized crime syndicate has set up the process for you to 'own' land in the first place. I suppose I could avoid even that by living under a bridge and catching rats for food, but somehow that seems a little too much trouble now that I am bedridden with THE FLU or whatever it is that I have that gives me coughing fits and dizzy spells and sweats and vomiting. If only I hadn't been hop-hopped around by 'the system' maybe I wouldn't be in such an unhealthy state. I could have gotten some rest. But no! Hop Hop Hop! Hop here! Hop there! Gotta apply for a job! gotta go to some damn appointment! Gotta go out and deal with the bills that I'm falling behind on now even as I sweat and shake and puke. Now my sickness has taken a turn for the VERY WORSE. I was supposed to go to work today. First day on a new job, but I had to CALL IN SICK! On the first day! This is not good. Even my own fucking body is against me! I told them maybe I would feel better next week. The guy I talked to 'said' he passed the info along to the owner of the place who said it was all right, but I really don't trust those people. I have had so many bad experiences with employers recently I can't bring myself to trust any of them any more. Is it like that everywhere? Always having to keep one eye looking over your shoulder cause somebody is always trying to fuck you over, especially when you WORK for them? If I weren't so fucking SICK I would drive someplace warm and live in my car all winter. For some strange reason I am NOT suicidal though. Maybe if I was I would have gone to work...

Hey! 2 new people signed my guestbook today! One was Wooden Thomas (no, no, not the train, stupid) and this guy who turned out to have a pretty funny site. Check it out! God damnit check out Wooden Thomas too! And then when you're done, check it out again!

What ever became of the stile project, anyway? One day it occurred to me as I was looking at my own webcam page that Meenk's webcam image is always a broken link! I left it up on my webcam page for days and days, hoping she would get her shit together and repost a pic. She didn't answer an email I send asking her about it. *sigh* She's another one of my old e penpals who doesn't answer me much or at all any more. I guess people figure as long as they never meet you in 'real life' they can be as flaky as they wanna be. Then I figured if she changed it, if anyone knew, it would be stile. So I went to his site. Tried to anyway, but it was GONE. Later the same day I noticed that The Misanthropic Bitch was gone too! What is up? Is 'the rapture' going on or some shit? But fear not, for The Bitch is Back! Didn't some cheesey ass glam metal band do a song by that name in the 80s? hmm. It really wouldn't be that hard to find out. <checks> Oh shit, was I ever off! It was Elton John! Now you know. Actually, Billy Joel and Tina Turner did it too. but WHO DID IT FIRST? Do you care? I don't.

10/29/00

Disneyland/world: Nexus of Evil

Disneyland

Disneyworld

Well well I am back from New York. Brooklyn, to be more precise. There was a party there at this place caled R U B U L A D which I had heard of from Wooden Thomas a whole mess o' times. I had never been there before Friday night. I had a pretty good time. It would have been better if I still enjoyed parties, but I made the best of the situation and still, like I said, had a pretty good time. I drank absynthe for the first time ever too. It was sweetened with some kind of licorice flavoring to cover the bitterness of Wormwood. It was very burningly alcoholic and I drank 4 3-ounce shots of the stuff. I was already pretty wasted on beer so I didn't really detect a diffence in the alcohol high. I did detect an extrordinarily vicious hangover the next day, but this can't be blamed solely on the absynthe, of course. I had a lack of access to water at night's end - dehydration is the very worst thing about a hangover. I still feel a little hung over today (Sunday)! But it's very manageable. Just a little bit of extra tiredness and a little muscle soreness. I should eat an ibuprophen. and smoke a bowl. Anyway, I'm off to go do just that. And drink hot cocoa too :)

10/25/00

Hello. I can't seem to think of a name I like for this page. I don't like the old name any more. Is this 'The Page That Must Not Be Named'? Does it even need a name? I spose I'll be cheesey and call it 'untitled document' for now... Oh yeah I got my car running! Turns out the real problem was a bad ignition coil, but in the process I fixed a few other problems that needed fixing and my car runs better than it has in MONTHS! One good thing about my car breaking down is I always learn something by fixing it. I usually learn many things, actually. But I'm still glad it's not broken down any more.

To drive, or not to drive: that is the question: Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer Suspension trouble spurned by potholes of outrageous streets, Or to ride bicycles against a sea of automobiles, And by opposing teach them? To tow: to salvage: No more; and by a salvage to say we end The distributor and the thousand natural shocks That gasoline is heir to, 't is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To have an exhaust leak, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub: For in that sleep of carbon monoxide poisoning what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this ignition coil, Must give us pause: there 's the respect That makes calamity of so many miles; For who would bear the rust and torn gaskets of time, The driver's wrong, the impatient man's rushing, The pings of bent rods, the light's delay, The mandatory insurance and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a torn seat cover? who would emission inspections bear, To growl and curse under a weary drive, But that the dread of something after towing, The undiscover'd scrapyard from whose bourn No car returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to other cars with problems that we know not of? Thus conscience does make mechanics of us all; And thus the lazy convenience of dealerships Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of used car dealers, And enterprises of great scum and treachery With this regard their customers turn awry, And go home and fix their damn car. Many apologies to William Shakespeare =P

10/23/00

I don't give a fuck about LSD

GOD = a giant cell and we are all these tiny little ribosomes and what not, all blurping around doing our thing, never knowing what effect we are having. It must have an effect; if it didn't, we would not bother to do it.

10/22/00

I just shlwapped up yet another blog just a bit ago in jonsnews and THQ got jealous so I'm gonna put *almost* the same update here, cause I'm so fuckin' lazy. Also all you hardcore THQ fans who refuse to look at any other sites whatsoever. Ever. will be able to read what I wrote!

mo' shtuff

Yesterday somebody convinced me I should make an 88x31 banner for Twilight Headquarters so he could stick it on his site so I made one. Here it is! Pretty good first try eh? You can use it too if you want...

Here's a few fun thingies I found in my brisk stroll around the 'net this sunday morn...

...some consumer products that'll make you shout halleluiah!!!

...How would you like to have a this kid? At least you wouldn't have to feed him.

For all you Lovecraftians out there: Does the elder god Cthulu have a website? well, hmmm...maybe so. Here's one thing that should not be. Here's another.

Oh yeah and one final 'deep thought' for the day: If a man speaks in the forest and no woman is there to hear him, is he still wrong?

So there you have it. I think I write a little differently there. The font is different too! And I made it a different color so you could still read it