Jumping out

It's been, waste.

I

Split into itself.

Time Like Darius Rucker and Puffer Fish

When is there ever a need ?

One feels less a stranger when one returns to oneself, even in dreams.

Sue called

Some people think that because they don’t do anything after they put in their hours at
their job, everyone else likewise has nothing to do after they clock out. If you want your
cds or photos or crappy art projects, you’ll have to wait till I get a little vay-kay on
docket.

I have been to the rim of civilization in greater Dane County these last few days giving
people their consequences. You can’t hit someone with your car in a parking lot and then
expect the person to not file a claim with your insurance company. Don’t be so grumpy
about it either. It’s one of the resposibilities of driving.

Which brings me to the topic of tailgaiting. I’ve been seeing more and more of it and it’s
really starting to get under my skin. Every time I move into the open left lane to let some
jackass pass me in the right lane, I can’t help but say a prayer that they die horribly under
the back wheels of a semi that they will inevitably tailgate in a few minutes. Now, I can’t
get on the soapbox because I used to drive in such a manner in my youth, but the next
time you get on my tail (lady in the red Escort) pay close attention to as I downshift from
fourth to second.

There’s a new case we got in yesterday in which someone is suing a company because a
product of theirs, being used in its intended capacity, injured someone. The case is about
a tiki torch oil lamp. A child was burned. The manufacturer is on the hook for liability
regarding the saftey of the product. I would not be surprised if the company that
produced the match, or lighter, or bolt of lightning that started the fire on the oil lamp was
also involved in some manner as well. Hell, let’s just sue the atoms that were releasing
too much energy. Sue the damn universe for being unsafe. The great american lottery.

Releasing too much energy.

I read something about that... hmm...

Gateway to Cranberry Country

We had a meeting on Tuesday night on State Street.

I had an idea for the band name.

"Where the I Divides"

It's a working title that may change.

Nein, too much today already.

Here's something that I was reading today.

"In the States, so much of what we call daily life, human life, is concerned with death in a fashion that's very peculiar. For instance, we have all kinds of "wars" declared against this or that aspect of death. We have a war on poverty, a war on cancer, a war on heart disease. There's even a war on war. These aspects of death around us, within us, are always conceived of as the great enemy which must be overcome so that we can get beyond disease, war, poverty--into what they like to think of as the good life, the real life, the life which has no death within it. And this dream continues. But it's always a kind of troubled and violent dream because it implies (and sometimes says openly) that, in order to make that leap, we have to make war on something or on somebody. To attain anything like the truth of life, or a life with others, somthing is always in our way; and must be done away with, must be overcome.

Of course the fact is that the culture is almost totally bankrupt of a vision of what a good life might be. We're ridden by comsumerism, fear, violence, racism--all these terrible mythologies which forever put off any real vision. I find it interesting in the light of scripture that, while the dream of the good life is forever delayed, death is always magnified: omnipresent, omnivorous, the shadowy other, the enemy. So we never really pay tribute to life at all, and never arrive at life. What we're really doing all the time is paying tribute to death. The eventuality of life is put off and put off and put off, because the obstacles and enemies multiply like piranhas, forever.

Until the end of history we'll be waging a shadow war. The shadows are created by our owh psyche in the image of death. In this itch for beautitude, which has nothing to do with God or our neighbor--in order to get nearer to that, we must kill all the time. In the pursuit of life, we are always dealing out death. War becomes the continual occupation and preoccupation in the minds of people who are purportedly trying to get a better life."

I'll post the rest tomorrow.

Tickets Please

I got this this this thing. It's not what you think. Put that nose to the stone and flip the switch.

Goodness Gracious descends in a cloud of witnesses. See and believe. Ain't no other way to do it.

Cut my finger good today. Watched some squirrels get it on. Drove around. Made copies.

Just want to sleep. Can't. Saint Patrick's day.

It's more appropriate to wear orange than green today. The colors of Ireland are green, orange and black. Green is Protestant. Orange is Catholic. Black is for something else. (Bruises from drunken brawls? Nah... to cliche) I just sleep when I drive home and that's it. Gotta get things organized into nice packages.

Granola would be nice. Marshmallows too. There are people in the world who don't know what to do with Marshmallows. That's a shame. Like some Americans and Tofu.

A.C.C.E.D. came up with that today too. It was an acronym for something. Don't remember. The D was for Dependence I think. C.E.D. can't eliminate dependence? Whatever.

The Train is Leaving

(Enters with soapbox)
The computer at work is officially diagnosed as sick, offically.

With that out of the way.

Went out and purchased the series of Mission Hill on Sunday and watched a few episodes. Last night I watched the Real World episode. Quite the classy show, I'll say. "You're Andy's uncle? Shut Up! My mom's brother is my uncle!!!"

That's such a great line. It's the new version of, "My cat's breath smells like cat food."

Moving to more seriousness.

I think that spring in Madison makes me want to be a Buddhist. It seems like it happens every time I'm here. Perhaps it's more closely related to the fading feelings of being from somewhere else and not wanting to be in Madison.

Although, it does put a profound perspective on sitting in the opulent lobbies of national law offices, waiting for some attorney to get his papers. Does this world need legal documents? Does this office need teak furniture and a glass waterfall? Do I need to be here? The answer is always, know.

But Patience is virtuous in the manner that all permenence can be given up to a life of freedom. I was reading this last night and it made me think that if I ever ended up like that man, I would not deserve to live. My self is not defined by the mountains that I perceive to be my own. The self is and always will be the element that can continue on without, or rather, the self is that which is necessary and the rest is only "junk."

(stepping down off of soapbox)

Step Onto the Platform, Sir

I have not really had a chance to catch up from the weekend. I have a few pictures that I'll try to put up. I need to figure out a better way of getting pictures off of my cheap digital camera. (besides going to Walgreens and having a CD made.) I have one that I want to use for the profile picture so all five of my readers (Yeah, my circ. stats. are shrinking) (Thirteen going on Thirty is not worth losing sleep over. Sure, I stayed up late one Monday night watching Crossroads, but I was young, it was only a dollar and it had to be back the next day and I can say that it was totally worth it. But, I can't not watch bad movies instead of sleeping, it's just too hard.) Yeah... and then there's this. Oh God! I'm such a loser!

Now, I'm not saying that I have spent any time studying script writing but watching the deleted scenes and such made Kristin and me laugh. The story is so flimsy and there were things that just had to be there to move the story, that weren't there. Um... Yeah... I liked Jennifer Garner in Electra better.

When I saw that movie I decided that I wanted to become a Sexy Assassin.

(Long Pause)

Okay. That last link is like a time portal to a magical world that exists only in dreams (or that dude's head. )

Just a thought

"I think the we're learning that the West is in the last days of a system which has already proven itself anithuman and bankrupt, and this includes the last days of the church as we know it. The church has entirely meshed its destiny and method with that of capitalism and the military...
"Whereas, as I understand it, the Buddhists have grasped the future. By being faithful to simple things now, Buddhism hasn't become part of something that must die or that must be ended, the way the church in the West has."
-Daniel Berrigan

I've been busy as hell already this week. I got to go on a Quest yesterday. "It's a concept album about a wizard on a quest," kept running through my mind when I was driving around from donation center to donation center looking for old computers. All I needed was a 486 or better with a case and a motherboard but instead I ended up with two pairs of jeans for $5.50. Good deal? No. Great Deal!!!

I've not had time to work on the post I mentioned a while back. I'll get to it some day.

More computer meyhem tonight with Dr. Dre. Off to Patch O' the Ass and then maybe work on another song with my sister tonight. No time for the gym I guess. Ill squeeze that in while I'm sleeping.

I'll get to it some day.

Also, I did come up with some more potential band names.

A Brief Catastrophic Demonstration
Just Matter
Sentient Beings
to Have a Plan
No Reason
Replicating Machinery
Less Competent
The Abrupt Fall
Self-Organizing
Darwinin Selection
Ilya
Dependency on Reality
Valid Proof
Effect of Karma
The Orbits
Path of Spheres
Concrete Slab Slave
Industrial Revolution Society (IRS)
Children In Arbitration (CIA)
Localized
No Stones Left Unturned
Similar on the Outside
Area By Area
Perceptual Experience of Color
Color w/o Shape
Characteristically Confined
Familiar's Traverse
Familiar Traverse
Familiar Descent
Galvanic Response
Calvinist Glory Train
Calvanist Glory Hole
Evoke the Memoranda
Lower Level
Busted Cookies
Integrative Mechanisms

Yeah... not enough ideas yet.

Name that Band/Weekend bizzarities

So the computer at work decided today would be a good day to call in sick. I have no idea why it wouldn't boot but I really wanted to fix it with a sledgehammer. The other one that I've been avoiding because it needs a network card installed finally had the card put in but it doesn't recognize the CD drive in it so I couldn't install the drivers for the card.

Put my head in the oven on that one... took to long just messing around with them.

On Saturday we had practice late. It was an okay rehearsal but we called it early. The energy just wasn't there. I called a band meeting at the pub right after practice and we sat and talked about our concerns. The main one still is finding a drummer. Other than that, a name is also high on the list of things to accomplish.

I was thinking about asking the six people who read my blog what they thought a good band name was... I have lots of ideas that I want to veto... the only band I've ever been in that had a name I liked was "Signals of the Local Romans." Shisler has lots of good ones though. Col. Glove and the Revolving Door Identity. Help Bingo! Fresh! Beast Opera. Vulture Safari. Joe suggested some good ones too. Fuzz. The Napkins. You. V3. Sometimes I think that we just should be, "Let's get the Hell out of here." So... GO ahead and leave your suggestions in the comments.

On Saturday as well, I had this guy ask me to deliver a package for him. It was in the morning and I was stopping at an ATM to get food coupons for breakfast at Mickey's Diner. This guy in a mini van got my attention and so I walked over and he handed me this heart-shaped box and an envelope. "Can you go over to Kinko's and give this to a girl that works there? I'll give you a dollar for it." I complied and as I was walking over to the Kinko's I was thinking to myself. "A Dollar! I usually get $15 for serving stuff." Anyway, inside the store, I asked if the girl was working and the nice woman behind the counter said that she wasn't but that she would be in on Sunday. I was on my way out the door and then remembered that I didn't need to serve this girl personally and even if I did, it wouldn't have been for just a dollar. I turned around and then gave the box of whatever and the letter to the woman and said, "Some weird guy in the parking lot asked me to give this to this girl. I'll leave it with you and you can give it to her if you want or just throw it away. I don't know who he is or anything. Thanks." and then I just left.

Now, I don't know if this was some sort of box of anthrax or some kind of stalker thing or if this girl has a restraining order against this guy or what so I probably did something I shouldn't have. Or I just made a dollar of some jackass who doesn't have the guts to talk to some girl except through a letter. (Roll eyes and groan) I know that would win me over.

The ATM I was going to get cash from was out of order so I drove down the street to the Open Pant'ry and went in to use their ATM which was also out of order. I went up to the counter with a MD Live Wire and noticed this guy buying something. He looked like a college student but he also was in his late 30's or early 40's. Strange, but I didn't think anything else about it. I decided I would just go to Mickey's and get food and borrow money from my friend but then there was a bank across the street that I didn't know was there. Cash in hand, I went and got my food. The guy that I noticed at the Open Pant'ry was sitting at the counter and I ended up sitting next to him and during the time that I was sitting there, he turned to me and asked me if I was a wrestler. Now, that's an understandable question but why he thought I was a wrestler or would even ask seemed a bit beyond the normal scope of usual interaction.

Okay... that is all, I guess. For now.

Work things

BW just brought this in.

[Begin feed]

NOTICE FOR PROCESS SERVERS!!!

BEGINNING APRIL 3, 2006 WE WILL ONLY BE ACCEPTING PROCESS EACH BUSINESS DAY (MONDAY-FRIDAY) FROM THE FOLLOWING TIMES:

7:00 A.M. - 12:00 P.M. AND 1:00 P.M. - 2:00 P.M.

THIS IS NOT INCLUDING HOLIDAYS OR DAYS THAT WE ARE CLOSED!

THANK YOU.

CT CORPORATION SYSTEM

[End feed]

While most people couldn't care less, this is just the type of corporate crap that makes me angry. Wisconsin law says that they have to have reasonable business hours for service acceptance. Is six hours a day reasonable? My guess is that it is, but that's because I'm lazy and six hours a day is waaaay too looong. And since I'm lazy, I'm not going to stroll down to the law library on the UW campus and research case precident on reasonable hours. This is the result of poor turnaround time over at CT and the corporate fucks want their business up. Nevermind humanity.

I also thought it was funny that they had to note that those hours do not apply on days that they are closed.

Then "Eddie Haskel" comes storming over to my stack of billings and starts rifling through them for something. Comes back and plops it on the stack. They were in numerical order, Ass!

Is there such a thing as SUPER RUSH!!! ? Well, they're paying a buck extra for each letter. That'll teach 'em.

The Boss is over at his desk playing spider solitare day in/day out. It's his business so I'm not complaining, rather, I'm observing and reporting. But, he sometimes messes up my filing. Maybe I should teach him what I'm doing.... nah.

Still need to find new software. Really just want to get an internship at a recording studio. Wohoo!!! another job that doesn't pay me for my time. (isn't that just life?)

"Whatever and Ever, Amen"

Bored and hungover

I discovered this crappy website called blogthings and they have all these stupid quizes. Sometimes, it's really fun to be a thirteen year-old and put things like this on my website and the spell everything with abreviations. The first quiz I took was this one.

You Should Get a PhD in Liberal Arts (like political science, literature, or philosophy)

You're a great thinker and a true philosopher. You'd make a talented professor or writer.

The after that, I saw this next one and just HAD to take it. Gawd! It was so dead on!!!

Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking

You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal. You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk. You should major in: Philosophy Music Theology Art History Foreign language

What Should You Major In?

Then, there was this one... and it's kinda where I started to see the pattern emerging...

Your 1920's Name is:

Johnathan Phaedrus Dewey

Alright then, I put my name in the hat for this one and I got, OF COURSE, ...

You Are The Devil

You don't represent evil, but you do represent the animalistic side of humans. You demonstrate what happens when we listen to our first instincts. At times you tend to be materialistic and hedonistic, giving in to temptation. Admit it, you're guilty of acting first - and forgetting to think later! Your fortune: Right now, you may be having a difficult time as a result of choices you have made. You need to think about what's important in your life, and discover what chains you down. It is the time to acknowledge your faults and take steps to overcome them. It's also the time to let go of any fears or inhibitions that are holding you back.

Yes, it is time to let go of any fears and inhibitions. Uh...I'm going to ask Tyler Pinskie to ask me to the dance on Friday. OMG I hope his mom drives us.

More than that mind could handhold

This is not a post. I'm just done for the day but it ain't over for a while. Still have to help Dave move out and then go to patch o' the ass later.

I've got an idea that I'm working on... I swear that it'll be good, sort of. That's a rule of comedy. Don't tell them you're telling a joke, just tell the damn joke.

An ugly brunette walks up to the bar and tells the bartender she wants a 'B &C'. The bartender looks at her and says, "WHAT DO YOU WANT!!?" She replies, "a Bacardi and Coke, duh." Then, her ugly red-head friend next to her says, "Can I get a 'G & T'?" The bartender looks at her and says, "What the hell is wrong with you people? What's a 'G & T'? A gin and tonic?" "Yeah," says the annoying friend. Then, this buxom blond, who had been waiting impatiently behind the ugly brunett and her annoying red-headed friend said in a whiney voice, "Excuse Me! Can I get a 15? Now!" At this point, the bartender just glares at her and says, "give me a blowjob and I'll not throw you out." The blond, aghast, then says,"I just want a Seven and Seven."

Groan.