yep I had a good time in DC.
I think I can interpolate that people had a good time at the Linwood house too.


I've been having really weird dreams. People have been speaking in geometric patterns and shit.

Its like dreams that are MENSA tests.

I had this one dream this morning that there was a breakthrough in technology that allowed cotton to be used in clothing & textiles.
It was the 1990's and people had access to non-synthetic and affordable clothing for the first time.

It was like a History Channel modern marvels.


That doesn't make any damn sense
You ever have fucked up dreams like that?

On monday me and some friends did some Urban Exploring in rochester.

We checked out the old American Laundry Machine Factory.



An old shop or parts room:
There was a newspaper in there with the headline "First non-Italian Pope in 450 Years" so thats around 1978.


The bathroom was almost like a crypt. The stalls were narrow.




safety first



We were in there at night so we could only see as far as a flashlight beam. I think we might have missed some cool parts of the complex as we only checked out a few buildings.

This site has more pictures.



This jerk peed on my sneakers.

this is the middle of the day for me. 4:02AM is the middle of the day on this stupid schedule



FUCK THE WORLD I don't want to work on this schedule any more or work at juice factories at all. What a fucked up concept: the juice factory is paying me to listen to pandora.com and sit on the internet and type this crap. They used to pay me less to do a job that was actually worthwhile.
Were is the cosmic justice (juicestice?)

I'm gonna milk this cocksucker (sweet, benevolent cocksucker which offers crappy dental and medical, and all the juice you can stuff down your pants) for some vacation time and some US$


I haven't engaged myself in anything cool lately: I haven't played music or run around in circles or gotten decently drunk in too long.

However I plan on doing all these things, perhaps more, starting this weekend.

I mean HEY DUDES



This whole night schedule has me fucked up. The first week of it I hardly slept at all and the 2nd week all I did was sleep. I have to think, all cerebral like, what time to sleep, how long, etc.



This time of year is usually an inflection point for me. As per usual I've pulled myself inside out 'taking inventory' etc. I think I might be in good shape.
My biggest criterion is: If I was in an episode of The Twilight Zone (original series), would I be a good, salt-of-the-earth type or would I be one of those rotten, deadly sin human types.
Although I don't have a particular problem with the pedestrian vices: (booze, etc ,etc ,etc), I don't dig the character vices.

Anyways that reminds me of my favorite religious observance of the year, namely the New Years Twilight Zone Marathon on SciFi. Which also reminds me that I'll be in DC for this New Years.
Last year we had a perfect record in Georgetown: 0 arrests, 0 stitches, and 0 broken bones. Lets hope we can push that streak though 2007.


2006 was a fucking awesome year and I can't wait for 2007.
I could totally go for another year, actually sign me up for 40 more.
(I used be uncomfortable with the though of quantizing someones mortality, especially my own. I kinda find peace now though and death is only a big YOU ARE HERE sign in the mall kiosk of life.)

The only things I regret are sins of ommision. Full speed ahead

As you all know I'm really big into fences and fence related technologies.

The Mexico Border Fence is one of the most exciting fence events in decades.


I find it fucking delicious that the Border Fence Firm Snared for Hiring Illegal Workers


Roll that around in your mind like a fine wine

Why talk about work on the weekend?


My boss moved me to a supervisor position. On nights, weekend nights.
6PM to 6AM

Holy fuck, could it get any better? My prediction: yes. My prediction is that I bank some US$ and stink outta there in a couple months. That will be much better.


I've been listening to a lot of Pandora.com at work for a while now. Sometimes its awesome and sometimes the picks are way off.

Most of the time theres a song in my head and it fits with my mood, etc, but lately the picks have been way off.

The other day I was tinkinering with something and someone dropped an incompetency bomb on me and really pissed me off.
But the wrong song got in my head!
You know that Hair song, "Age of Aquarius"


this is the daaawning of the aaaaage of UH-KWAAARIIUUUUUSSSS!!!


I probably should start listening to angrier music like I did as a teen-ager. I've been lounging it out for too long now.


SEGUE: the above paragraph reminded me of a tape I recently acquired of my band in high school. It is really sweet and I Might post a song on here, just to show that I had basement cred.

I got an email the other day. I guess I found some time-capsule email deal last year and put something in to get sent this year. this is what it said:

[box]Here is the text of your message:

This note was written 9:30AM on 7 November 2005. You lost your job 4 November.



Its time to get another job.

It seems as though you can only go up.





It takes ten-thousand mosquito bites to kill an elephant.[/box]

Later that day (7 November 2005) I got a call from a dude I knew about the place I'm at now.

I used to have an insult that things were "too dumb to die" but that changed from an insult to my motto after last year.

I stopped by a towel store today (target) to purchase a towel.

A blue towel was lost this summer when me and some friends drank a bottle of vodka and went tubing down a river.
This is the river I think map
I don't know why I brought the towel in the tube with me, in hindsight it would be more strategerous to have left it in the car.

dammit it though it there wasn't 40 different towels to pick from.
I purchased a blue towel and got home and found out it is really a purple towel.


Don't fucking judge me by my towel

man it is crisp outside.


Back during the storm, when I was sleeping on peoples couches/floors, I lost my lucky knife. There is nothing lucky about this jackknife, its just more whimsical to say that it is.
I feel short an appendage without that thing. I have another one but its a leatherman and its too sharp and pointy.

I was thinking about how I got this knife. It was over a year ago. The maintenance tech (I forget the exact classification) used to go out to Home Depot and we would send him around lunch so he could pick Mighty up for us. A lot of times I would decide he needed supervision picking up paintbrushes and that was always nice to get away for at least an hour.
But he brought me back that knife one day and its been super useful since.

He called me up last week. He was one of the last people left at the old factory. It was not really a factory, more like a warehouse. He said the machines had been gone for a long time and the old timers, people who had enough seniority to still be there (15,20 years), just spend their days loading trucks to Mexico with the remaining inventory.



Once again let me rejoice in not being there. Fuck the blood (punching things), sweat, anguish, black boogers, and constant colds that place gave me.

I met up with some friends from college that were in town Sat morning.
My one dude makes about 2x what I make and has a house and a wife and (2) cars and has a closet full of nice shirts.
But sometimes he's bored at work and nobody works under him and he only works with like (5) other people.

I am a mess but I work with a million people and shit is always happening and will alwasy continue to happen. I work with a dozen people in our department and within the plant and with a few dozen mechanics. I deal with vendors and vice presidents and dumbasses.
Its up and down and it sucks and sometimes less-sucks.

We ended up taking different paths.
I bet we both think each other's job sucks, but I sure know that his bank account doesn't suck

I just toasted a 250 gig HDD. The power connecter I was using was this shitty one that is always hard to put in, so I didn't notice that I was putting it in backwards.

Fuck


The smell of the burning hard drive made me think of other smells I smell on a frequent basis.

Here is a [partial] list:
Grapes. It is grape season down in the Chautauqua area. you can smell them from the highway. It is also grape season at the juice factory, and there are lots of trucks of grapes coming through the place. This means there is no place to park.

Dog Food. There is a dog food factory on the way to work. Sometims you can get a big lungful of whatever they make dog food from. It has to suck for the people that live right there by the factory.
They say its all good stuff like rice and chicken but its more likely whatever is left on the floor of a hot dog factory. Which is lower than a chicken nugget factory. Which is lower than manure.


Juice. It can smell really good if they are running a good juice. There is this spiced cider that they are running that is really good latley. I alwasy walk by the line and pretend to inspect a bottle but I'm really just taking it to my juice stash.


Cookies. There is a little cookie factory in Silver Creek. I drive home through there sometimes. You can get a big bag of broken cookies for like $1. I always imagine that all the kids in that town are round faced and bright cheeked and bright copper kettles and brown paper packages tied up with string.


Elmwood. Elmwood alwasy smells good down here. Although the prevailing winds sometimes bring down some reek from Tonawanda