My work week ends Sunday mornings, and Sunday nights have been strange on the night schedule.
While it would be nice to catch up with people Sunday afternoon and night, I'm not good for much and just fucking sleep, then get up late in the evening.

Then I read and read and eventually watch TV.

This is what was on at like 5:30AM Monday:









If you're slow on the uptake, its exercise for old people.
Low impact so they can do it from a chair without frying their frail frames.

In yesterday's batch of Postsecret, there was a postcard that said "I'm more worried about aging than I am dying."
I'm kind of feeling that right now.

Maybe in a few decades I can die out in the woods somewhere, before I get frail or really forgetful.
Maybe like this guy

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