I saw a shootin star last night and it made me think about a firefly I hit with my truck in July.

At first it was a little streak of light in the dark but then it hit the windshield and the little dot got a little bigger.

Even though the firefly was at point a gummy mess, it was still glowing. As the glow faded away it occurred to me that it was probably a bad thing to hit a firefly with your truck, maybe like killing a mockingbird or something similar.

So I kind of felt bad and I"ll tell you what firefly, if we ever get reincarnated as the same species I"ll make it up to you. Like say we both are earthworms, one morning I can be the early earthworm (who would invariably get screwed by the early bird.)

I hope you got laid a lot and made lots of other fireflies.

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I found this MP3 from our band. It was a rough cut I encoded wrong and forgot I still had it.
It sounds better fast but I wish it had vocals.

Being forgetful and then finding stuff is like winning the stupid lottery, whereas the actual lottery is like paying a stupid tax.

Wow I still like this place (estrip). I mean I don't post much anymore but coming around here and reading everybody else's stuff kindof makes me happy.

If nothing else you are all interesting and dare I say even Good People.


Rochester sure has a lot of festivals and crap.
Buffalo did too, but its like Crotch is making up for lost festival time.
There was a lot of music festivalage going on at the beginning of the summer, and it was pretty sweet.
We saw Toots & the Maytals, among others.
I wish the beer was as cheep as it was at Thursday in the Square.
Boy, those white people sure love their beer eh?

And now its in the August round of the Park Ave/ East End festival.
Its a festivity where people celebrate knick-knacks, brickabrack, and anything that has seashells glued on, and also beer - which is what the white people are all about.

I live in the Park ave/ east end area in a lousy apartment that was hastily carved out of a nice little house.
My apartment doesn't actually fit in the house and juts half into the attic. The lease doesn't actually include the attic, but they should've bolted that shit down if they didn't want me making a fort up there.


Anyways, I hope this note finds you all in good sprits, and I look fondly towards see everyone again at some point. Also Mighty Taco.

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I was going to write something about "America," maybe political or cultural but I just realized how feeble that would be.


Instead: Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick.

hey guess what just listen to my usersound


ESPN Classic has been playing American Gladiator lately.
HOLYSHIT this is the best show. Why did I not understand this 17 years ago?
The goddamn amazingness of it all flips my lid.
The concept of the show is that people, wearing spandex and teeth guards, are pitted against a stable of professional Gladiators.
The professional Gladiators' job is to lift weights and shoot nerf guns and water hoses and run around in giant steel cages.

If I had a Tivo it would be set to record Jeopardy and American Gladiators and thats the only TV I would watch.


In closing, this this is a partial list of American Gladiator names

I think I can never live in a suburb again.
Once I lived in Amherst for 1 year andI think that will be it.

I like where I lived in Buffalo. Right there by Childrens Hospital. There was this music school two doors up the street and you could hear kids squeak out Freire Jaque on the clarinet at night when you had the windows open and were eating dinner.
I could have easily, and happily even, worked myself into a predictable little rut there.


I love this fucking area that I'm living/working in now. Country? do you call it? What is the opposite of city.

Rural. I've seen shitty rural places, but This is it. This is the real shit. I get such a boner thinking about buying a house out here. Not yet though.

I like the city and the country but not in between.

HA! who would have thought that f uelcel l R&D would be so sweet?



Thats all I have to say. That my job is really cool and I'm happy with it and everything else. I wish I didn't have to move out of this neighborhood/ctiy, but easycome, easygo.


Also, I have some stuff that I want to give away (what with moving, etc)

1) tuba case. Its a tuba case, tuba not included. Very large. Use it to store tubas, or other brickabrack. Smells funny, sprayed lysol to rectify. Picked up one night coming home drunk.
2) large engineering drawings. Really big, 3+ ft @ 100 pages. Detailing the sprinkler system in the Elicott dorm complex at UB. Picked up one night coming home drunk.
3) oldy school stereo. An oldy school, vintage even, stereo w/ tape deck. Nice condition. Ebay purchase, possibly while drunk.

I had a dream last night instead of having a cat named Jack, my parents had a bulldog and a chimpanzee named Chester.


And oh, the fun we had.

Flight attendants are important. They have to deal with people, which is euphanism to say they have to deal with retarded assholes. (This is ironic because retarded people pretty much can not be assholes.)


But most of what they do is distract you from the reality that you are stuck in a little aluminum tube with a lot of people who either breathe through their mouth too loud, or have sweaty hands, or don't realize how many people they are sharing their personal space with.

They distract you by handing out bags of pretzels, or animal crackers, etc. And its not about the pretzels, you can tell this because they only give you (3) pretzels. Its about waiting for the pretzels, then opening the bag, then using the little napkin to wipe of the pretzel dust. Then waiting for the garbage bag to come through.
Eating (3) pretzels only makes you a little thirsty, so you get a little can of pop. Sometimes, if you are a big enough roller, you get the entire can of HOT WET AMERICAN SODA POP.

Another tactic is the Warm Towel. You hand out a Warm Towel with a warm towel Tong.
I don't get that shit. I don't think I want a warm towel, even if it is lemon scented or something.
What I could really go for, actually right now, is a warm Q-tip.
Sometimes there is an itch only that Q-tip can scratch.
And the best would be if they made a little contest with it. They can weigh the Q-tip before and after.
"Congratulations Mr. City2000, you are all man at 35 grams! You may chose from the prize list: small liquor bottles or another Q-tip."

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My last day at the juice factory was Friday. It was really nice.
I was hoping to burn bridges, maybe be a dick about it but everyone was a gent about it.

Tomorrow I start working as a Fu el Ce ll T est En Gineer and I'm a little par anoid that google will lead people to estrip among other places.
Finally a halfway decent job, with halfway decent bank.

The job is in the Rochester area, so I'll be moving out there in a month or so.

- I read this article (wish I could find it to link to) about kids' attention spans. The article was mostly about entertainment, especially TV shows. It was saying that what with all the internets nowadays, with the youtubes and google videos people are and will be getting used to shorter and shorter entertainment.
The article also speculated that TV ratings will dip because people won't even have the attention span to watch a 30 minute show.
I sat back and tried to cluck my tongue at the fickle and fly-brained Youth of Today when it occurred to me that that shit applies to me too. I mean with firefox I have like 10 tabs open and to spend 2 minutes on a page is probably above average.
To disprove this theory, I tried to think of the longest time I had recently devoted my undivided attention to something. I thought for like 10 seconds then gave up, and reloaded digg.com.

-Did anyone see those wind generators down on the lake in Lackawanna? Across from that Mittal place, by the CN warehouse.
This writer encourages those motherfuckers to fly their renewable freak flags high.

-The other day I looking through a calendar and trying to remember what I was doing a year ago this week.
I kept on going back until my memory finally got fuzzy around 1999. Then I can only remember seasons, like what I was doing in Spring 97 (the art of stealing from liquor cabinets) or Spring 95 (masturbation, masturbation, masturbation).
How far back can you remember before things start to blur?


[usersound is from a basement boombox tape I found. Its a me and some dudes playing 7 Seconds' 'young til I die' circa 98 or so. ]

You know how people, people who need people, are the luckiest people?

I think people, people who fart in crowded public spaces deserve an express escalator to hell.
Wherein for every honest soul they've befouled with their swamp gas, a thousand demons shall pass wind while they are entombed in a veal cage.

And those that may cry "I can't help it" shall be smoted from upon the heavens, and they become anethma, and they banished to desert island colonies of farters, and they spend the rest of their days wallowing in stink.

This is the Gospel of Kook