Archive for June 2005
Reading is fun, reading is serious…. sometimes.
More reading, so you know I’m still dancing the night away.
An interesting take on the reasons for the Iraq war
Aye, and Bill Frist should no longer be allowed the title of “doctor”
It’s called “getting what’s coming to you,” you greedy old bastard.
Now THAT’s what I’m talking about
I’d have picked Depeche Mode’s Violator, but that’s just me.
Where has my head gone? Well, I felt it slip away…..
blow winds, and crack your cheeks!
I think my favorite scene in any of the plays I’ve read has to be King Lear Act 3 Scene 2. It’s a pissed-off old man ranting, raving and screaming in a rather violent storm. It is a wonderful embodiment of chaos, disorder, rage and pain; and all the more wonderful from the way Lear is coddled by one he has rejected in ignorance.
I bring up the concept of a storm because we need one right now. All around us it has poured cats and fucking dogs, but nothing significant here. I’d love a good storm. It’s good sleeping weather, too.
It’s enjoyable to just say something off-the-wall during a conversation and see how things go. Sometimes, it’s met with quizzical looks from everyone else. Other times, it’s met by laughter. I remember being asked once where I come up with half the stuff. Quite honestly, I replied that it came off the top of my head. Random shit generator. Tie nouns and verbs together for fun! Like setting a television on fire and tossing it into the street at an oncoming tanker truck loaded with napalm and cheese whiz. Wham.
this just in.
we’ve got…. stuff? hell, i got nothing.
Yeah, opportunities. Time to gather information and make decisions. Hopefully, i’ll be able to help out. Vague? Meh, insider information.
On a completely different note, have you ever been in a situation where you know some punk S.O.B. is trying to intimidate you (and completely bluffing) and you just backed down from punching his fucking face in because you knew it was the “better” thing to do? Like you might as well take what the asshole is willing to give you even though you’d feel so much better telling him to step in front of a bus? It’s like eating your own shit. No, I’ve never been one to digest my own waste, so sit down and stay quiet. Goddamn customers.
It really needs to cool down. Seriously, this shit isn’t funny anymore. You meteorologists are sick bastards, every single one of you. Hitler’s sitting in hell licking an ice cream cone right now, saying “damn, this is hot! But at least I’m not in Buffalo right now. Sie werdest einen krankenschwester brauchen!”
The Tragically Hip had it right. “Summer’s killing us.”
Actually, I do have something. Reading!
The “weak” party needs to see the Wiz for some courage
This needed to be said
Hm. No wonder the ‘niners are flailing.
Fun fun fun.
Rain!
Holyfuckingshit! RAAAAAAIN! FINALLY! YESYESYESYESYES!
*goes outside and dances*
*comes back in with pneumonia*
Whooooo! Celebration, bitches!
Okay. Now I’m shutting down, so as to protect the $2000+ pc. Peace, homes.
