Mem'ries

On my way to work yesterday, I listened to Primus' "Tales From the Punchbowl" and I recalled 1995 feeling nostalgic in a bittersweet way. I presented that issue to the WWB and got a few good answers. Here are a few reflections:

Me: I sported long hair with a shaved underneath....I call it a pantera haircut....what are those actually called? and what where y'all doing in 1995?

Jake: Ahhhh 1995... let's see... I had just gotten over a year of heavy hair-dying… ridiculously large pants were still the style, as were chain wallets…KMFDM was in my brand-new CD player and I was on my way to several unfulfilling high-school love affairs...Later, I would purchase my first piece-of-shit car.

Me: I was already 16, so the year was spent driving friends around. Some girl wanted me because I occasionally drove my parent's benz around town...then we went on a date and I picked her up in the family van..to which the rumors say she was pissed about that....then I cracked a joke about it to her in 2000 at a party and she got pretty pissed at me. Killer instinct was a rage at the arcade's and the SNES version came out later that summer (but it just wasn't the same). I played volleyball at the Y three times a week and listened to Primus all the time. I was the consummate band nerd, NHS (dead last ranking member, too), Key club, class vice president senior year, hated my class with a passion...but hung out with mostly burn-outs from a neighboring suburban school....the key for me in high school was to not hang out with anyone at the school, but be in good terms with everybody...somehow you're not an outcast because no one knows who you hang out with (and they didn't seem to care anyway).

TJ: For most of 1995 I was catching rides from everyone else as I was the very last person to get my license. I took lots of "walks through the forest" and listened to all manner of 60's and 70's stoner-rock. I also eventually got my first car in 1995 (the very end of 95) which was a beautiful mustard/gold Chevrolet Celebrity with a Rock The Vote sticker in the back window.

Sleeve: 1995: Sounds like I had the same haircut as Ed. I got my drivers' license after three attempts. I had recently discovered [*] and got drunk for the very first time ... off Zima. While drunk, I told everyone in the room another funny story from that same year: a cop busted me doin' it in a car at a "scenic overpass." This same cop would later be a regular customer at the gas station I worked at. I "lettered" in cross country, track, math team and academics. Actually, a lot of people were on the math team, as it scored you extra credit points in math class. Still: nerd-o-riffic. I was also in the NHS, which was a total joke at my high school. The manager at the gas station wrote my recommendation, and I think that's about all the work I did to get in.

Nat: i was part of the nerd herd. i did go to that great america thing (that was in spring of '96 tho) too; discovered ska, which i will not talk about further; got license and car ('89 ford tempo) also. this is also probably my most nihilistic period. Also, i played tennis and badminton. yes. and i was on the scholastic bowl team and constitution team (which was really just a free trip to D.C. for a week). nerdier than all of you.

Simpson: Aw Shit, 1995. I got my license and rolled around town in the Cox's Truck. (FYI, There's been only a total of a year and a half of my driving life that I wasn't driving a vehicle with Cox's plastered on the side.) I also had a English class in one of the Home Ed classes because the high school addition wasn't complete and Will Adams used to steal the filters out of the sinks. I included many things on my college application that I actually didn't do a lot of participating. These included German Club, The Incressent, as the only other things I did was DECA and Soccer. This is was because I was too dumb to be in National Honor Society, and too unpopular to be in Student Senate

Matty: I was busy making my way out of "the cool group" as I was clearly a nerd and thought I should get out before someone found out about me. So I spent a lot of the year playing tennis, playing video games and being a part of DECA. Boy, that was dumb. Oh, and I was just becoming a hippie. My hippie phase lasted a couple years after this, but I was probably most hippie in 1995.

Kara: And my rights of passage went 1, 3, 2, like the majority of my high school - seemingly prude substance abusers that got excellent grades. Unlike our rival high school where there was a lot more of 1, 2 and 3 going on, but much lower grades. Which leads to the obvious conclusion that having sex makes you dumb. (Adolescent rights of passage being: 1=booze 2=sex 3=drugs)

Charles: In 95 I was playing vampire with some people and wearing a lot of black. I did a lot of theater and was in Choir. I also discovered John Spencer that summer and I became a music devotee ever after. I also recall listening to Sonic Youth and PJ Harvey but now that I think about it my younger brother Gilles stole those from me and sold them to get some money for cigarettes. I felt like a complete outsider who always got strange looks for having different tastes and not being all jocked out. At the same time I had some good friends who felt the same way but overall it sucked ass and there is no way that I would ever think of it as a great time of life. It was a good experience to go through in hindsight but I would never do it again if I had the chance.

JP: I didn't get my license until the summer, and it was only because my mom made me. I rolled through two stop signs during my test, and the dude still let me drive. I was still playing basketball and running cross country, and losing badly. I'm a 1-3-2, thus proving that drugs and alcohol do lead to sex. I was kicked out of NHS for a prank gone bad.

Soup: Have to admit I was also 1-3-2.... actually it was more like 11131111111133311111111...(he goes on with a bunch of 1's and 3's and an occasional 2) Which is why I've historically done nearly anything to get laid, beginning to feel old age set in though, were I'd much rather sleep than drink, drug or sex. Sad really. So this proves, well I'm not sure what it proves except that I was a drunken drug addict that never got laid. Ed: picture this, me with purple hair. Yeah, you should have seen me show up in the weight room for hockey practice with purple hair, got some heads shaken in my direction and some people asking what the hell I was thinking, but whereas I was harassed for many things while I played hockey, the purple hair was the least of them. The best was showing up to pick up my homecoming date with purple hair, she loved it her parents did not, (bet that makes funny stories in their family photo album) I know for a fact that I looked stupid. I also used Manic Panic (man that was all the rage then). If I had to sum up high school I would say this: I could have dated anyone I wanted to; I should have worked less and played more; I was not as fat as I thought I was.

Medman: I too was not as fat as I thought I was in high school, and my self-opinion caused me to be a lot more inhibited than I should've been. I think it still does. 1995 was arguably my dumbest year ever. I was spending most of my time grounded or getting grounded. Being kept home a lot meant that I'd climb trees or drink before high school more often than not, and that I experimented with psychedelics in my parents’ house while they were home. No wonder I was in trouble all the time. I sported long hair (un-dyed) and corduroy overalls. I thought about very little besides Phish, drugs, and Relativity and since my friends only wanted to discuss the first two they got far more attention. 1995 was also the year that, after our yearbook signing/pick-up party at NNHS my friends and I (ex-Freshman) were picked up by a group of female Seniors-to-be gotten drunk on Zima, and I then lost my virginity to one of them. Had I not been a teenage guy whose friends convinced him that this was just what he wanted it probably could've been called rape. I did go to parties at houses of the cool kids, and was welcome because of my rock band Buddy Nuisance who played a lot of Police and Yes covers. However, while at these parties my friends and I mostly made fun of the jocks (including NFL Titans' wide receiver Justin MacCarens) and stole their beer. We thought we were better than them, but in retrospect our pretension wasn't any better than their elitism.

So, there seem to be a few common themes here: We were all nerds, always different, none of us liked high school, music was a big part of our lives, and booze and drugs lead to sex. At the same time, its funny that a bunch of us are good friends and have shared pretty much the same experiences in our respective high schools...but what else do you expect out of a bunch of people who use the internet to keep in touch?

ahh....1995...what a time to be alive.

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They never win...I never win

We're all from Milwaukee. The three of us watched the first Buck's game of the season at a sports bar and they lost. So we thought: "hey, its game one...they'll do better." We've seen several more games this season and the Buck's record with the 3 of us watching is 1-7...we've watched other teams lose as well...so overall, "our teams" are 3-12.....it must be us.

I'm puzzled...but nothing should get messed up, 'eh?

So walking on the streets after work, the atmosphere is just like getting out of school...people everywhere...happy the day is over. Except this time around we get to play in traffic if we'd like. Anyway, this car got hung up in an intersection and the light changed to red. Then, people started to cross the street. For some reason, she let everybody pass by...of course the cars blocked by this car had a green light so they decided to honk. At this point, she had more space to pass through, yet sat back and waited so more people could cross (including me)...then another person tried to cross behind me and it was a case where both the car and the pedestrian started to go, then stop, then wait. The cars waiting at a green light stopped honking at this point. They must have just given up on this lady. At this point I started to crack up...then a guy started screaming at her and she had to roll down her window to say something back...

What an ass....he interrupted her cel-phone conversation...stupidity is everywhere.

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My Cooking has a New Best Friend...and other rants

My dishes always seem to lack something when I stir-fry. In hoping to make a tastier skillet dish, I discovered that chicken broth adds quite a bit of flavor to the pork, green pepper, onion and mushroom dish...yeah....I cook.

I attended what seemed like a pep-rally for the aforementioned corporate swallowing. They made the glass seem half-full, but I realized that is what they're suppposed to do. They won't bring in 150 employees and say: "There will be massive lay-offs due to this mess"...that wouldn't be good for sales at all.

I'm currently studying for a license. The practice questions for the "lessons" they use to determine whether or not I "pass" are currently more thorough than the book. The book is poorly written. Frustration!!!!

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Cruisin' Along with More Bullshit

More lessons from the past weekend:
- I have a lot of white t-shirts.
- I compiled a lot of laundry in 8 days time.
- Fat Pants + Gold necklace = Thug.

The previous post today was meant to be yesterday's post. However, Blogger was down for a few hours last night, so I saved my thoughts for this morning. In an unusually focused morning, I awoke at the time I should be getting out of bed and typed the post. I'm not sure why I am posting again today, but I felt the need to take a break from studying to get some sort of license.

Still no update on my corporate future...but I still report to work every day as a loyal employee.

As I was trying to enjoy my lunch today, a group of people sat behind me and the lunch table discussion was as followed: Jay Leno, Jay's All-stars, David Letterman, David Letterman versus Dr. Phil - at that point I couldn't take it anymore...There has to be something more interesting to talk about than late night talk TV. I know its an honest topic, but for some reason it got on my nerves. I think it was just me being annoyed by the uninteresting lives of other corporate folks. Then again, I could just be scared that I will turn into them in about ten years. Its probably the latter...

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No matter how useless the information may be, you learn something new everyday

Everyday you learn something new...whether it be about yourself, about others, about nothing...here are a few lessons I learned this past weekend:

- Thai people think I'm Thai.
- Although corny...rooftop balconies are choice places to take that first step.
- Being kept off-balance in an ongoing-conversation intrigues me.
- Total Recall is totally flawed.
- Jellyfish are freakishly amazing.
- You can't take pictures of moving fish without a flash and/or bright light.


- Cold wind is painful, no matter how "warm" it is.
- My mother will call me and ask me for phone numbers...then have me call those numbers for her (???)
- It takes a while to figure out if something said is sarcasm or serious...I'm not quite able to instantaneously discern the two...especially when fried calimari is on the line.
- Just one dart...that's all I need.
- Unless the bumpers are touching between cars...there exists no such thing as being "parked-in."
- Its nice to have people around.
- Weekends can be pretty happy.

Apply these lessons to your own life...they may save you and/or create some form of happiness.

...and so a new week begins.

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Still Creepin' North

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Same time...two weeks later. That sun is starting to revolve around the Earth...I mean, its getting ligher each evening just before 6. If I can keep this going every 2 weeks for a month or so, the progression will look pretty cool, 'eh?

Big ass Buck's trade today. They're shooting to win now, raise the value of the franchise, and get a higher price for it. I applaud them for today's trade...however, this may have mortgaged the future and they might suck for the next few years because the veterans aren't getting any younger. Lets hope this isn't a repeat of the '89-'96 progression...die hard buck's fans will know what I'm talking about.

Same old story...

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This Week's Annoyance: Uncertainty

This will be your only glimpse into what I do during the day. This will be vague, but if you do your homework, I bet you'll figure out what side of the equation I'm On.

My plan during these heady times is to not have a step-by-step plan in my world. Motto being: float around, see what happens, enjoy the adventure. However, the adventure is hard to enjoy when you're not sure when a piece of the puzzle get changed. There's a cloud floating over everything while I toil in the corporate world and it's kind of annoying. I'm not worried at all about having to move on...I will land on my feet one way or another for sure. However, I'm slightly concerned about the timing. I won't get off my ass until I'm forced to, but I'd like to know when that will be. The adventure could get interesting...and it seems to be not a matter of if...but when. Someone's trophy wife is getting that new SUV for sure, and I'll be left scratching my ass. That, my friends, is what annoys me these days.

What doesn't annoy me though, is the upcoming happy weekend.

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Man, what a president's day (yesterday)...I'll remember this one for years!

The Sucks play the Kings tonight. This is the beginning of the end of their season. Prove me wrong.

All over the world, this past weekend, there were protests against the impending war. Their message is basically meant for one administration. Unfortunately, their pleas are falling on deaf ears. The president said: "democracy is a beautiful thing and people are allowed to express their opinion." Sure they are, but the principles of democracy also call for those opinions to at least be taken into consideration. When most of the world's general population is against this impending battle, that should say something...or at least a message should be received. My friend Jake received an anti-war e-mail from his grandmother. He said something that I've been thinking for the past few weeks: "You know things are getting crazy when you get anti-war email from your grandma." If one of my best friends from college gets shipped (he joined the Navy to see the world, not fight a war), there's something wrong. Its frustrating as hell...but we'll deal.

I used to wonder what the hell was wrong with people who protested against America. Anti-Americanism seemed evil to me. However, when I was in the Philippines last year around this time, there was a lot of protest against a US presence in the Philippines. Once I actually saw up close why these people felt that way (not that I'm siding with them) I realized that many of the world’s problem's with America are justified. This can be an arrogant country at times...these times are no exception.

I know that I said I'd stay away from issues and focus on the nothings in my world, but this is just too big a deal to not openly ponder.

Back to the nothings: I took a walk around the neighborhood I work in. Everybody seems to have somewhere to go...nobody seems to be walking around with no aim, or leisurely pace. That's the big city for you. If you stand a little higher than the sidewalk and look down the street, you see crowds of people walking around in droves...I bet 60-70% of those people wished they were at home, or at least doing something that didn't involve what they were doing at the time...but ya gotta work to pay the bills so someone's trophy wife can get that new SUV. If people weren't so worried about money to get by, this world would be a happier place.

Well, I promise I'll make you laugh soon...don't worry.

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Buck's Lose...I shall revert to calling them the Sucks again.

New toy for you to feast on: BlogAmp. It automatically lists the last 20 songs off my Winamp playlist. I felt it an easier thing to clue you in on what noise I listen to than listing 5 CD's that are in my rotation. Then again, if I'm not careful, I could wind up posting music on that list that would not be at all representative of my musical tastes. Well, whatever...it should be good fun.

Hopefully I can turn tomorrow into a fairly productive day. I need to work on a few things that may help me out in the near future should I be forced to seek different avenues to pay my bills. Let us hope that I don't have to...yet, preventative maintenance would be a wise thing for me to do.

Beware the Defcon Level...it seems that we're expected to live in fear of something right now. Things are never as they are presented to be. Fairness in Accuracy and Reporting is a very good resource if you are looking for a different angle to what is being to fed to America via network news. I'm not saying that there is nothing to worry about, but I am saying that the same dangers have been hanging over America's head for the past 18 months.

There's a motor running near/above my apartment. I first heard this a few months ago and it really got on my nerves. It is on its way to getting on my nerves shortly. Make it stop.

The Simpsons episodes tonight were damn good. I'm amazed at the quality of writing after all these seasons. Many folks get dissappointed by the new episodes because they don't seem as funny...their expectations are way too high sometimes. What they don't realize is that the show has become one where the episodes tend to be more effective after a few viewings. It's a "re-run show" where one picks up on the subtle humor more and more as they see the same episode over and over again.

Beloit was a good time...I must recover. I didn't drink much last night, but was up until 4 am this morning...social drinking can equal good times as well.

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It Smells Like Pine-Sol...it's spring already?

The finishing touches on the construction on the condominium next door may have something to do with that fresh pine-sol scent. That also means I will have a new neighbor soon. I've been the only resident on this side of the floor since October. I hope this new neighbor will be tolerant of my ever revolving mix of Punk, Heavy Metal, and Hip-Hop I tend to have on when I'm home. She owns, I rent...therefore she wins out on any dispute she may take to the association.

I began today chasing dust bunnies out of my apartment. It scary how much floor dust can collect under ones bed in just 2 months. I wonder what kind of stuff composed the dust bunnies...by that, I mean...when skin flakes off me on a certain day, what part of the dust bunny does it become a part of? Its almost as if you can create a biological journal of my life on the last 2 months based on the composition of dust bunnies...I'm thinking way too hard about this, aren't I?

Tonight will feature a visit to Beloit, WI where a friend of mine is throwing a party while his parents are out of town. High School type parties are fun...they're definitely more fun when everyone is in their mid-20's. Also, the party will be mostly members of the WWB. I've barely hung out with a few of these people, but we all know each other pretty well based on what's contributed on a daily basis. Faces will match persona's. The funny thing about the WWB is that this is a network of close friends from different branches of the social tree...we're all connected through people, but not together in one group...worlds will collide tonight and it should be a hell of a time.

Does last night's three hour phone conversation with a previously mentioned lovely lady count as a date? I don't recall ever doing that much talking during an actual date. I was extremely pleasantly surprised that I got the call in the first place...and either way one looks at it, I avoided a repeat of the 2002 V-Day "celebration"...fortune may smile upon me on this.

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Oh yeah...Its Red Day

Lets celebrate this day with a simple retelling of the last five 2/14's in my world:

1998 - No date...I remember a party, but thats it.
1999 - No date...I didn't even bother.
2000 - Date: Late Semi-date with semi-girlfriend. Okay.
2001 - No date...semi-girlfriend closer to semi than girlfriend.
2002 - Date: Bottle of Vodka, Guitar, Grand Funk Railroad CD.

2003? See Above, Vodka may be substituted with something else, and Grand Funk Railroad may be substituted with Heavy Metal....sweeeeeet.... a .250 average is pretty decent in baseball....

Happy Love Day!!!!!!!!

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Feelin' Sadistic

Harmlessly sadistic, of course. Here are a few things I like to do to mess with people's heads while on the street.

1) When making eye-contact with a stranger on the street. Flash them a smirk like you know something that they don't. Puzzled looks guaranteed.
2) Someone walking too close behind you? Walk fast, slow down, walk fast, then slow down again until they pass you.
3) Start laughing out loud when you think of something funny (as in, don't laugh inside to yourself).
4) When getting in someone's way, move aside in the same direction they are a few times (think getting in the way of a running back). Then stop and part your arms as if you're parting a way for them...make sure to flash a big, fake smile.
5) Stop short.
6) Look up, then look around like something is in the air...that always gets at least one person thinking they should be looking for something.

Ahh...its the little things in life that amuse me.

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What Annoys Me: Lethargy

Nothin' but a ____ day. Its horribly cold and my energy levels are down. Matters aren't made any better by the possiblity of a two-front war, rough economy, blah, blah, blah. I'll stop bitching and lighten up a bit.

Bucks are at halftime and are hangin' with the Mavs. If they can beat the best team in the league, they'll do just fine for the rest of the season. I don't think home court advantage is asking too much. I remember the days of Sidney Moncrief, Paul Pressey, and Paul Mokeski...guaranteed playoff berth every year.

I'm working on new sound this week. It should be done sometime next week. On a suggestion from a friend, I've composed lyrics that sound like they're out of an action movie. If you thought I couldn't do worse than the last sound, you were wrong. This is much, much worse. Guaranteed!

I'm still amazed by the amount of stuff I can get done while the TV is off...that eats so much time, is scary.

There's a holiday coming up...I've been very indifferent about this day for the last few years...nothing special ever happens to me on this day...something to do with people...respect...that warm fuzzy feeling...oh yeah, President's Day. I have the day off. I wonder what the hell I'll do that day...

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Dinner: Leftover Chinese

Waiting for the bus with the rest of the kids, I stood in the middle of a flow of people traffic while I faced the street, listened to my commute music, and smirked. It was fun to force people to alter their walk paths. My theory: self-conscious, self-aware people tend to walk behind people in the way. Those oblivious, or those who bask in the bliss of ignorance, walk in front of people in the way. Cell-phone users don't notice someone until they walk right up to you.

Many Blog's can be reached if you type certain search terms into Google. For example, if you type in "24 inch rims west wash", you'll get a search result of the WWB. This weekend, a search managed to hit the blog which read:

+ women you know who i am , steve age 38 a worthless piece of shit, you know you dont want me and im used to it , to all the guys out there , if your having a easier time with women, dont take it for granted, in my case it dosent matter if i dont try at all , in between or try too hard, i get nowhere, the end

How did that search hit the blog?
I know I have the same attitude now-a-days, but shit...not when I'm 38...hell, not when I'm 28, I hope.

Every couple of Monday's, I notice a few people that seem like they're fresh out of college, their frat houses, and their parent's ski lodge. Today looked like first day of the their first job of their post-college careers. Sure, I've been out for only a year, but I can spot those people out of a crowd. They have no idea what they're getting themselves into.

New 446:

Hit Tha Ground

Jagglin & Whastlin

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Whistle Tip Weekend

Skyscraper of the Month


The John Hancock Building. As Shug said today: "I like this the best. It sybolizes strength. Wide at the bottom and thin on top. Just the way Skyscrapers are supposed to be." Although cold, I was lucky to get this shot while still sunny. The clouds are-a-coming.

Good 'ol friends/former roomates came to town to visit. As usual, it is always a fun time. It has been over a year and half since the three of us lived together, but we're not at the point where we force the fun and pretend like we're still close. I don't think that day will come...we're still pretty close/connected...I thank technology for that.

This weekend I performed a song at Rock 'n Roll Karoke. The feature was "Spirit of the Radio" by Rush. I'm not sure if the crowd was feeling it, but I tried my best to get them involved. Rock and Roll Karoke isn't about singing your favorite songs while worrying about sounding decent. To me, its more about seeing what kind of response you can get out of the crowd performing in whatever manner you can. My falsetto was rough and horrible, but I saw more people cracking up than those who shook their heads. I'd like to think I was entertaining to more people than just my friends. As a Rush fan, I'm dissapointed at myself for missing a verse. As a Karoke fan, I rock.

Chinese Buffet: something to do once in a while. I usually get my money's worth...this time was no exception.

Another portion of the weekend was spent in the "lab" working on new sounds for a project I'm a part of: Tha 446. The Stay tuned.

The Theme of the Weekend was the WhistleTip...this provided hours upon hours of enjoyment for us.

Download this Video

Then Download This Song

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Web-cam Shot of the night



Bunge is on the phone....he cannot stand right now. It's just like old times.

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My Impala Driving Friend gets it

I know this is two posts an evening, but I got an e-mail from an old friend from back in the day and he seems marginally excited about this blog. This old friend of mine was just like me in the sense that we were both cynical about pretty much everything in high school. However, he was less cynical than me because back in eighth grade, I was convinced that all the girls hated me and formed a "hate ed club." He tried to convince me that that wasn't the case (even though it was), and I applaud him for keeping my head up. He's good people. It's nice to know I can keep in touch through this with old best friends because they'll probably notice that I'm still the same. At the same time, we're all moving forward and apart from each other and it will never be the same. Oh well, this is my way to keep myself current in their minds....and yours.

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The sun is headed north

The days are getting longer. I can see a tad bit of sunlight when I get home from work. This is what I saw when I walked into the apartment half an hour ago. Eventually, the sun will show up just left of the bell tower and creep to the right day by day. Sun in the evening means my apartment will heat up.

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Nothing Annoyed Me Today. Something Must Be in the Air.

Random shot of the week:


Something nice might be coming around the bend...I mean, its was a warm summer night and I was on my roof.

Slide Guitar and a break beat? I ponder the possibility of mixing a classic blues style with a uniform, cornball beat…but I’ll probably produce something that sounds like a bad Kid Rock song. If you share the same opinion about Kid Rock’s music as many other people, then you’ll know how to feel about what this new sound could be like.

Pointless story: I forgot about this in yesterday’s post, but when I was on the bus yesterday, I passed by a lady on the sidewalk screaming something intelligible at the top of her lungs. It didn’t seem like she was calling for help, but it didn’t seem like she was yelling at anyone. Everybody ignored her, even those who walked right by her. In a big city like this, I guess people tune out things like that. On the street, it seems like an unwritten code that you don’t really need to interact with anybody unless they stop you in your tracks. I guess when a lady is screaming at no one in particular, nobody needs to interact with her. I probably wouldn’t. In a small town, the cops would show up. Its all relative.

Mmmm…I’ve come to realize that, one of these days, I’ll have to eat some of these words. They’ll taste damn good, I think. Toss some garlic and salt on that, and I’ve got myself an alphabet steak. That’s going to be some ‘A1’ eatin’….heh-heh.

The prospect of being out for the next three nights, forced me to pass up bowling and stay in. Rest is good and I’m not getting bored. Keeping busy and saving money is a good thing.

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So Cold…so, very cold...but it smells like spring....

The wind is basically constantly howling through my windows. It started last night while I was sleeping. It went from a nice 40 degrees last night, to windy and in the 20’s tonight. If you see yesterday’s post, you will notice that I mocked the seasons and implied that it is becoming spring a month early. Today Old Man winter came back in the form of cold. He probably just took off for a second for a rendezvous with Mother Nature out back. He’s back and probably invigorated...he brought the smell of spring with him, too. You can thank me.

I’m hitting the rhythm of the week…everything is on a very comfortable pace (yes, it can get more comfortable than usual) Not having watched TV during prime time hours (the mind rot portion of the schedule) the last few days, I’ve been fairly productive taking care of things in the house…but I’ve been sleeping less as well. A winner is me for productivity. Dare I cancel my cable subscription? Hell no.

I’m setting up the chessboard right now and the pieces are almost in place. What kind of opening to I play? I never look more than 2 moves ahead so, where I start is important. Hmmmm….Fortify the wall in front of my king? Spread out and take angles? What the hell am I talking about?

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Random Thoughts, A New Week, New Sound!!

Yes Folks, it’s the beginning of a new week. Where we forget last week and re-live the same routine for another five days…that is unless you are a food service worker and you work on the weekend. To those, I welcome you all to the weekend for food service workers...don’t spend the tip money all at once. I’m rambling, sorry.

Not much else new in this world, the world keeps spinning and the plot thickens. Around you, around me…around everybody. Just remember to keep it all in perspective…from above, you see a flowing river. Inside the river, the fish finds the flow be nothing more than a breeze.

Well, it’s a new month, which means the March weather is finally here. When its so foggy, you can’t see past 30 stories in the air, it must be almost spring. Expect to see flowers in two to four weeks…wait, it’s February? Oh…

I found myself in a bush Friday night. It was enjoyable. Horsing around at this age is fun because you can get hurt. I can't tell if sarcasm is evident when you read this...perhaps as I toss more content on here you may. I'm only half sarcastic three-fourths of the time.

That empire spokesman is creepy. His voice is dubbed over and the voice does not match the man at all. Catchy jingle, though.

Content, content, content: I'm still trying to figure out what to place on this blog. I'm formulating a scope where I can remain relatively anonymous, yet give you a good idea of how my mind works. I may get into issues, but that would be a rare instance. I don’t plan to reveal too much about myself personally, but at the same time, ponder personal issues by giving you my perspective. In the end….My goal is to entertain you with my strange world.

Alas...sustained creativity for a few hours at a time. I've strung together “New Sound.” Seek and ye shall find.

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