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Sinking feeling in stomach today. Maybe I'll get rid of that with a quick trip to the WC and a little, Brugh! Blegh!

Anyway.

If I could make my own movie, I would make one called Snakes on a Plane...

Someone already did? Damn.

Nothing new happened today.

Nothing new will happen tomorrow.

Waiting is.

Fullness is not yet reached.

And Dean, If I ever manage to drum up the finances I'm going to take a road trip to the school you're going to be working at and plaster the halls with your blog address.

I'll never drum up the finanaces though.

The Long Sleep

I have nothing to talk about. Time creeps by slowly.

I forced myself to go to the gym for the first time in over two weeks.

The Packers lost in poor form to the Bengals. In their defense, they will be lucky to finish at .500 this year. The Bengals will not make it to the Superbowl only if they implode sometime this coming season. Like watching JV play Varsity.

Lots of people are going to be in town this weekend. Too many for my taste. Grandparents, sister, adopted family, friends. I didn't realize that I had Monday off until Saturday when I was American Players Theater for the steamy (humid) matinee of Julius Ceaser. I've seen it before, but had forgotten it, for the most part. During the intermission, I was talking Shakespear talk with, "What pray you think of this spectical thus far?" and so forth... I really have to be immersed in it to switch my brain into that mode.

The best part was when I caught a banished and banish-shed. It wasn't the word banish but it was the past tense form of the verb and they said it both ways. I laughed on the inside remembering (I believe Senior year) when Cori kept correcting the actors with the opposite pronouncement of the word. Well, that and "How now brown cow?" Classic.

To the readers who aren't checking here as often (not that anyone ever really did) I appologize for the lull in productions of nothings. Rocking for Jesus on Sunday took some time last week. Cleaning the house for weekend guests will take some time this week, along with finishing those damn stilts I'm making for children of a friend of a friend. They actually are friends with friends of a friend completely unrelated to the first friend of a friend. Kinda weird (out of state weird).

I also found Phil's blog, or Phil's brother's blog, I can't tell what the hell's going on over there. Phil was my next door neighbor in Arkansassy. I don't really remember if he had a brother. I don't remember his name actually being Harold. I'm pretty sure there was a Maude though. And she was F-U-N-!-!-!

I would put up a link but ya'll would get angry about stuff and post a bunch of comments about Satan and.... Shit Lutheranians, it's really late. I come downtown to throw a monitor into a dumpster and get caught on this crap. (More of getting the clutter out of my life. I've been driving around with that monitor in my truck for the last few weeks and I finally decided that I didn't really want to take it to St. Vinnie's. Ergo, Dumpster! (Bart's room, Bart's room, Bart's room, Dumpster!) Okay, enough.)

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Cry when things don't go the way you want them. Time alive don't indicate age.
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Reading that's worse than McDonald's tastes.

Right on Cue

as if on cue with my "issues" yesterday, I received a rejection letter about the job. "We'll keep you resume on file." Don't bother. Or did you mean the circular file? Probably.

I'm not let down. I played guitar with the Jesus Jamz group last night right after I found out about the job. It was so much fun, regardless of the content of the lyrics, and it took my mind off of it. I was reminded of what my B. Fuster told me when I was taking percussion lessons at MSU. If you're having a shitty day and you're a musician, pick up your damn sticks (in this case guitar) and learn something new. Take your mind off of the other shit.

It works.

I realized that I do know how to play an A minor with a major 7th in it. I do know how to play a C, Fmaj7, Em7, Dm7 chord run. It's pretty easy to play but it's not in my everyday musical vocabulary. (Most Major 7th chords aren't. They're not really the "sound" I'm after.)

So roll with the punches.

I'm rereading Stranger in a Strange Land. I read it a while ago and I don't remember finishing it. I think I may have but the second half of the book goes so quickly (and it's not as engaging for me) that I don't remember how it ends. Well. It all ends with "the end." But... It's that Dancer in the Dark syndrome. The one where you walk out before the show is over so it never ends. (Kurt Cobain?)

Anyway.

Again, with the long pauses

I think what may be at hand is a personal existential crisis. I'm feel like I'm sitting at a cusp and rather than act, I'm just waiting. Waiting for what? I have no idea.

It would seem that pulling the trigger would be easy but sometimes, the gun may not be in the hand.

No smoking today. Gotta keep my head clear.

I really hate it when...

So I had this great post that I was working on today and then I lost it thanks to a wonderful crash. I'm not to pleased about that. It was something along the lines of 'Dearest On-line Diary. I'm sorry I've been so drunk the last week or so. I'm sorry I didn't drop the charges against you until yesterday but I really felt that even though I was calling you a lying hussy and so on I didn't deserve to have the crap beat out of me, and so publicly I might add. But I've realized that you only did it becasue you love me so much.'

Yeah.

We made up.

The job 'interview' wasn't so much an interview as more of a do you really want this job and confirming the information that I had submitted with my resume on their website.

I went in on Wednesday to take some tests. They were essentially questions from the SAT or ACT to a certain extent. There were some trick questions as well. "If you have two coins that total 55 cents, and one of them is not a nickel, what two coins do you have?"

I used the work "grok" on a response to a question that I didn't understand what they were asking specifically. As a apprentice Philosopher, I need questions to be pretty specific, especially when they are asking for things like, "Which statement is false" and they're refering to both logical statements and mathematical equations, which have different ways of being "false."

I also had to correct grammar. One sentance had the word "lay" as a verb for the pronoun he. (He should lay down until his virtigo passes.) I scribbled it out and wrote, "sit." My device-ical understanding is that "lay is what you do to things and lie is what you do to yourself." It's funny but it keeps me straight on when to use what. This website should clear up you confusion.

Anyway. I'm just sitting tight for now. I hope to hear back from them in the next week. I could use a new job. I could use a change of pace. The band is progressing but not really on account of me. I've been showing up to practice and trying to come up with new ideas but I'm kinda not into it at the moment. I've got a lot on my mind.

If I do get this new job, it means that I'm committing myself to stay in Madison (in a I don't have to stay at this job if I don't want to but I want to because the pay is better than...) even though I had kinda felt like I really need to get out of Madison. Or to put it differently, I want to move back to Montana but my band and the living wage money isn't there, so I have to stay here.

For now.

Phrases I hope to use in my interview today.

"Blank stare."

"The worlds largest middle finger."

"Consisting of eggs and yogurt."

"Don't be afraid to dig around in there like a badger in a trash can."

The Shame

I've been playing on a friend's recreational indoor soccer team at Break Away Sports in Fitchburg. Last night was the last game of the season and boy-howdy was it a rough game. We lost 13 to 2. Now, before you all go on about how terrible a team we were, I was the only person on the team who had actually played soccer before. I was their "ringer" (Ha! I'm so out of practice, I play soccer worse than I play drums at this point.)

I started playing with them four weeks ago on a night when a bunch of their team members were on vacation, so I missed the games when they played teams that were more on their level of competition. I did have 2 assists, which bests my old soccer record of only one in my entire career as a U-14 and J.V. soccer player. My position was left Defender, exclusively, so I didn't really get much action. On this team, I wound up playing more of a mid-fielder position which was a lot more running. I took three shots. Two were blocked and one went wide. Oh well. For $60.00 I can sign up for their fall league as an independant player and they'll put me on a team that's in need of a strong D/power Mid.

Ahhh... recreation.

In other news. Bombs are falling in the mid-East. People are dying. Shakira is performing somewhere to a bunch of people with a very limited taste in music.

I put a new three-way pick-up switch in my guitar last night. I'm kinda amazed that I got the wiring right. After that, I put on some new chrome knobs to replace the one chrome knob and the one plastic, numbered knob and also glued some toothpicks into the holes in the input jack plate. I've got to file the toothpicks off tonight and then I can screw the plate back on and not worry about screws falling out and my input jack falling off.

It's got me thinking that I would like to purchase another cheap guitar, take the finish off and then put my own finish on it. We'll see if I get around to that.

I also got a new cable for my camera. I don't have software at home to download the images but I think I can do it at work. I just need to remember to bring it in with me. Then you all will get to experience the wonders of Madison life as captured by yours truly.