• Positivity***

It is a good thing that the Violent Femmes are playing in August at the Square.

Work is fun now that I don't hate my boss. We all laugh a lot more during the day now.

Band is forming. Writing stuff is power awesome. (incognito name = The CandyCane Stripers. Don't tell!)

Weekends for the summer are allready filling up with fun shit.

• Dumbness***

I am super fucking stupid.
Eg: Last week I needed to get more TP as I was on the reserve roll.
Fucking TP: its a very basic staple. Rather necessary, and when you get low you really shan't dawdle.
So I trucked down to the store, jamming out, thinking about stuff, and talking to people on the phone.
This was enough distraction for me to forget my original intention.

I came back to my place with Cool Whip (among other things) but no TP!
Fuck! I certainly did not require Cool Whip, nor anyother kind of Whip yet the one thing I did in fact require was not purchased! ERROR! If I was a goldfish I would be flushed down a toilet allready.


I am a dumb bastard with no concept of time. Not unlike a lobotomized cocker spaniel, I have no concept of 'tomorrow'.
Its always today in my balsa wood brain, and taxes, bills, laundry, etc can always be put of till 'tomorrow'.



Hit me with a bat.

holy shit I am so happy with the schedule for the Square this summer.



More at 11

Fuuuck, my boss finally got fired. He made it 3 months.

He was probably the perfect bad boss. He had no redeeming values.

Not only did he talk about his sexual shit, he went on in great detail. For hours. About the girl in HR he was fucking. In front of other HR people.

Dude had no technical knack. But he wouldn't admit it. (as a maintenance manager, you should know the difference between a Phillips screwdriver, and an allen wrench)

Also its not cool to make 'homo jokes' infront of the lesbian supervisor. Or poking the parts clerk in meetings. (The doodles you drew on her notepad though, you know, the ones that look like a Babysitter Club Monet - I'm probably going to laminate that and hang it on our fridge in the office)

So S

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, ( I don't want to say his name! How about we say it started in St and ended in eve. This guy was my *starts in P, ends in et Peeve*), you are the most powerfully stupid mutherfucker I have ever worked for, and that puts you somewhere in a hall of fame (or at least a freakshow), because that is a group of brain surgeons that no mother could love.


In closing fuckface, I'll never forget this phonecall:

Shithead: HR heard your grandma died. They want to send you what you are.

me: huh?

Shithead: A FRUITBASKET!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA!!!

me:

Shithead: Laugh!!

me: what do you want?




Ah but what I wanted was for you to fall off a cliff, but this will have to do.

Stink you later Shithead.

I took some days off last week on bereavement.
And this was good, and I traveled some.

Went to Cornell to see my sister.
Stayed at my folks house for a couple nights and took care of some stuff there (Grandma arrangements, etc).

Played the last show with the band last night, and it ended appropriatley in oblivion. No further comment.


Anyways, this is the cool part: Across the road from my parents house is a corn field.
But in the middle of the field is the old farm house and barn that burned down 20 or 25 years ago.
It burned down, but it was just left the way it was. So its been decaying back to nature, but there is stuff that is just a snapshot of the way the house was when it burned.

I used to go over there as a little kid, until someone told me there were rattlesnakes over there.
Then I would hang out over there as a teenager, half out of my mind and angst-y.
The silos were where I was going to put my antenna for my pirate radio station that (a) had no transmitter and (b) had no content.


So here are the good ones:







And the silos:

I found an old tape (cassette) today. I made it in high school, maybe 9th or 10th grade.

It was Descendents Milo Goes to College on on side and Angry Samoans Back From Samoa on the other.

Dude that took me back. It was awesome to listen to the Descedents again, haven't listened to that album in years.
But I also thought about what I was doing as I made that tape, and in the subsequent years.
At the time I had a pocketful of greasy dollar bills from my under the table dishwashing gig. I used to watch the sunset all the time and I always had time to think.

When I'm old I hope I don't make the mistake of thinking the 1990's were a special time. They were just as shitty as any decade, the only difference was I was a young kid.



(e:Robin) had an innaresting post.
Dude was a creep though, she wasn't wrong thinking that.

(oh, also I changed my user sound to a Screeching Weasel song: Going Home. Lyrics are related to the discussion at hand.)
[edit: I just listened to it and it sounds like shit. Sounds like a CD that wasn't tracking right. darn]

Once, last summer, I was cruising to work through the city. It was a damn hot day, and I had the AC cranking. I noticed this girl walking out in the beating sun.

I wanted to give her a ride, because damn, it seemed right. But as I thought about how it would be considered creepy, I kept driving.
And that sucks. I guess I should have at least offered and let her say no.


Right. At any rate, annihilate all weeks kids.