19 Aug 03 Dead things Mikey, dead things…

I just finished watching the first three episodes of Six Feet Under and I've gotta say that it sure does live up to the hype. However, here lies my problem. You ever watch a movie or television show long after it is already popular and everyone has already talked about it and discussed the finer points of said show? Well, that is my pickle here. Six Feet Under is already in it's third season and I am just now checking it out. Now I can't go and talk about the show with people or whatever, I'll be mister “johnny -come-lately.” Don't you just hate that, it happened to Kate and I with the Sopranos too.

My brother moved in today, so hopefully that will go well. I'm sort of extending a brotherly hand and helping along during a time of, well let's just say crappy circumstances. How come whenever you move there is always some part of it that doesn't go according to plan or something happens to make the move all hectic. Todays circumstance: The bottom dropped out of the sky and dropped rain on us like the amazon. Not to mention my brother had to drive a giant truck with bad wipers whilst toting a 25' trailer behind it. He managed though, he's better at that stuff than I.

I started to watch a movie last night that I just couldn't sit through for fear of being permanently scared or at least creeped out.

It starts out with this weird thing (which is supposed to be some sort of deity) disemboweling herself and then some chick is reborn from the guts. There is no dialogue and it is filmed in this weird grainy style. Well I turned it off after about 20 minutes because I couldn't deal with that kind of movie at the moment. Suffice it to say the movie is on its way back to NetFlix. But if anyone is in for a good mind-fuck, check out Begotten today.

In an unrelated story the RIAA has released a statement saying that they are not really going after small time music downloaders, but only those with extremely large sharing files. Well that's great news! Except, where do you think all of the music that us “small-timers” have trickle down from. Duh, those with large sharing files assholes! Why is it a big deal? Aren't Britney, Justin, Christina, and Nelly still millionaires (not that I download any of their music, *cough*)? Why is it that bands at the local level seem to be most affected by this, and the mega-stars aren't really losing any money? Hmmm, quite the thing eh?

Anyway, that's enough out of me.

BPOD!!!

“Mr. President, could you please repeat that last word? I'm sorry, exactly how many T's are there in stregic? Stregik? Ohhh, you mean strategic. You were close Mr. Bush, maybe next time.”

RED MEAT

Until next time…..PEACE!

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18 Aug 03 Weekender….

The weekend wasn't bad I suppose. I made some (but never enough) money at work and hung out with mom's on Saturday. Sunday was pop's B-Day so we all sat around eating Thai food and b-s'ing about what-not's and what have you's. My plan was to just go home and get a good nights rest but at the last minute some friends called and wanted to go to Independent Bar for 50 cent drink night. So away I went to drink cheap booze and cavort with a bunch of idiots. We drank, we laughed, we cried, and then we all went to our respective homes.

I think I'll stay in tonight though, not only becasue of monetary issues but just because. I got some movies on deck that I need to watch (Begotten, Less Than Zero, and the first Disc of Six Feet Under: Season 1 if you must know.) So it is off to school, later fools.

-S.M.M

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15 Aug 03 Ripe with the smell of justice….

So surely you've all heard of the blackouts in and around the Northeast by now, so I won't spend too much with the petty details. In short, a power plant in Niagra supposedly got struck by lightning which screwed up the entire power grid of huge portions of the U.S and Canada. Over 2 million people in Michigan alone were out of power. Now while this sucks and all, wouldn't it be kind of cool if all of the power somehow got turned off around the entire country, like at the end of Escape from LA. Think about how strange life would be with all of our technology and fancy gizmos suddenly rendered useless. How soon would our civilization fall? Just think, no more TV, no more Internet, no more double shot low fat caramel macchiato's from Starbucks. Oh the humanity, oh the horror. Actually I think it would be pretty cool. We are such slaves to our technology and our luxuries, but hey, I'm as guilty as the next. I'd be lost without a computer and the Internet, I'm a junkie.

In other news a bunch of stuff happened that I don't feel like talking about. Go read a newspaper or something, I hear they are pretty informative these days.

I'll leave with…..you guessed it. BUSH PIC O' THE DAY!

Workers at the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area in Newbury Park were dismayed to discover that President George Bush, whilst pretending to aid them fill in an eroded gulley, was only shoveling air.

Oh, and a little helping of…RED MEAT!

PEACE!

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14 Aug 03 28313

Your Name: Steve Mullis
Your Date of Birth: 10/29/79
Your Question or Information: Where to next?

Past Uruz - Used to create change, healing, vitality, strength, to boost energy of magickal work.

Present Lagaz - Intuition, imagination, success in studies, creativity, vitality and passion (especially for women).

Future Ing - Fertility, successful conclusion to issue or situation, ending one cycle and beginning another.

Cast the runes here:
Rune Caster

Hmmm.

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14 Aug 03 I.M. Dunderhead

Well, due to an unforseen power outtage my clock was reset this morning thus resulting in me not going to work. That's just fucking dandy isn't it. So now not only am I in debt like crazy, I missed one of my three days at work. Fantastic! Well I am going to make the most out of my day. I have been considering getting another job or an additional job anyway because the drive is starting to get to me (almost a 90 mile round tripper to work.) So I will make the best out of today by running around town and applying for some jobs at computer places. So there you go, catch you fools later.

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13 Aug 03 Yikes, dykes, tikes, and bikes….

You ever watch the movie Fight Club and wonder if it would really be possible to blow up certain financial centers and set everyone's debt record back to zero. Well I do, every time I look and see how up to my eyeballs in debt I am. However, they say the average college grad graduates with more than $30,000 in debt between credit card debt and student loans, if that is true then I've still got some room to spare. Problem is, most of my debt is due now and not later. Only my $7,000 student loan is deferred until next year.

Did you hear? Lake Tanganyika is being choked of all life due to global warming. This the place in central Africa where Henry Stanley delivered his immortal question, “Dr. Livingston, I presume?” Now is is being destroyed because us Americans gotta drive things that get 8 MPG and hog the road (Hummer H2, Ford Excursion/Expedition, Chevy Suburban, etc.) When will we learn? I can't wait until we all have to walk around wearing those little masks like Michael Jackson, or maybe even full radiation suits. The planet is dying, can you hear the cries?

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Looks like the movie poster for, The Wrong Stuff to me.

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I found out the other night that someone I used to “know” has cervical cancer. That makes at least four people that I know that have come down with some form of cancer. Where in the hell did cancer come from? I don't think it was around 150 years ago was it. What toxins have we put into the air and water to have created these terrible afflictions? I'm tellin' ya', mother nature is trying to kill us all off unless we start playing nice with her and one another. Geesh, where's Captain Planet when you need 'em.

The Atkin's Diet is bad. Don't do it, it'll kill you in the long run. Your body needs carbs people. Just eat right and get off your fat-ass once in a while and sweat. Hey, if Subway-Jared can do it, anyone can.

Could Donald Rumsfeld and Dick Cheney please try and look a little more sinister. Oh, and check out that WWF Championship belt Mr. Bush has on, yeeeeehaw.

Ok that is about enough out of me for now. I think I'll go and watch Fight Club for the billionth time while I work on school stuff. Later peoples…..oh wait you didn't think I'd leave the table without giving out a little……
…….RED MEAT!

PEACE!

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12 Aug 03 The world is an oyster….

So here I sit, drinking some Beck's, eating a PB&H sandwich, and watching Lord of the Rings for about the hundredth time. It's a strange ability I have to be able to watch the same movie over and over (if I really like it) and get the same satisfaction out of it each time I watch it. I suppose if there really were mutants in this world (X-men style mutants) that would be my mutant ability; to be able to watch great movies over and over and still enjoy them. Man, I got the shaft I guess, as far as mutant abilities go.

Movies I can Watch All the Time

• Fight Club
• Lord of the Rings
• Boondock Saints
• Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
• The Big Lebowski
• Blow
• Clerks
• Ocean's Eleven
• High Fidelity

So I'm not sure if any of you heard but Gregory Hines died the other day. It's strange that I have always thought of him as an actor, yet he is more well known in the broadway/tapdance world. I didn't even know the guy was a tap dancer, I just remember him from such hit films as Deal of the Century, and Running Scared. Well, God bless then man, and I hope he finds peace in the afterlife. He was only in his fifties though, that's young by my reckoning.

So that's all I got for now. I'll post again in the morning, but for now…..it's movie and video game time!!

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12 Aug 03 American Dream

Here is a short story I wrotea while ago. It's not great, but I'm just fooling with the LJ cut. Read it if you want, comment it if you do. BTW this is an unedited version, so be gentle.

Life was routine for Jacob Abrams. In the morning he woke up, ate breakfast, put on the same Mormon-like clothes, took the train to work, and eight hours later he was coming home to his overpriced one bedroom apartment. Having grown up neither rich, nor poor, he led a very typical life. High school, then college, a steady job ensued and he was off into the endless void of the blue-collar worker. Three squares a day and a roof over his head, the American dream.
On this particular day, Jacob woke up with a strange feeling about him. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondered if he wanted to get out of bed today. Yelling and screaming was coming through the paper-thin walls; it must be time for breakfast at the Gonzalez residence. On the street far below cars honked and people cursed at one another. In the city, it was always the same day, playing over and over again. Jacob wanted to roll over and never get up again, but he knew that would be giving up.
A shower and a shave later sent him out the door of his home. Home was an apartment building in a less than desirable neighborhood of the city. The smell of the city was always the same too. Concrete, mixed with dirty air, and a dash of urine; this was the smell of civilization. Jacob had to take a train eight blocks into the heart of the city to get to work. He took his usual route with all of the other urban zombies to the nearest subway station.
Upon arriving at the steps to the 5th street station, Jacob realized that he had left an hour early. Being a routine type of person Jacob found this out of place. Out of the door by 8:15 AM, coffee from the vendor in the subway, stopped by Harry the derelict for spare change, on the train by 8:25 and off to work he would go. Jacob’s CD’s and DVD’s sat arranged in alphabetical order, his pantry categorized, and his clothes hung in the closet according to color. Therefore, to him, leaving an hour early might just upset the balance of the world.
To compensate for this Jacob decided to walk the eight blocks to work. Quickly calculating in his head for foot traffic and distance, he figured he would get there just in time. Then balance will restore and everything will be back to normal. Jacob took a deep breath, looked at the mob ahead of him, and set out for the unknown chaos that was the city.
The city was always daunting to Jacob. Good old dad had set him up with a job working for a computer firm. One of those jobs that you never really knew what you were doing, someone just told you to do it. Update a report, copy that, collate these documents, and get ready to die. Every minute of his job was torture, but it kept the rain off his head. Even if Jacob had the choice of any job in the world, he had no idea what he wanted to do. Ever since mom picked out his first set of school clothes and after school clothes, this was all he knew. The endless routine that masqueraded as a life is all Jacob ever knew. Sometimes when he stopped to think about it, he would begin to grow a bit depressed. Quickly re-alphabetizing his CD‘s would bring him to back to stability, and keep his sanity in check for just another day.
A few blocks down the road Jacob began to grow a bit apprehensive. Large crowds, especially one’s outside of his usual schedule, never made him feel comfortable. In fact, people in the city never really made him feel at ease. Subway travel took Jacob almost six months to grow relaxed with, and sometimes he still has to run to the bathroom and vomit when he gets to work. People began bumping into him, brushing up against his shoulders. Jacob rushed over to the nearest building and steadied himself, leaning his back against the wall. Human traffic blurred in front of him as he took a few deep breaths.
Jacob started to feel a bit queasy so he placed his briefcase on the ground and perched himself on the edge to catch his breath. Staring at the sea of humans passing him by he wondered how many people saw him sitting there. People always fascinated Jacob; he loved and hated them at the same time. Busy with their conference calls, mergers, buying, selling, and all together important lives. Did anyone notice this oxford cloth yogi sitting on the sidelines? Deep breaths calmed his nerves as he watched the menagerie of homo-sapiens pass by. Watching the endless race before him made Jacob happy for some reason. A soothing calmness came over him, a feeling of relaxing on the shores of a nameless beach. For the first time in ages, Jacob mustered a smile and a small chuckle to himself. Something about this scene brought a sensation of elation about him, but he could not figure out what it was. Suddenly his briefcase slipped out from under him and he fell on the ground in heap.
Jacob shook off his thoughts and his embarrassment realizing that he needed to get to work. He picked up his briefcase, dusted himself off, and signaled to make his return onto the freeway of modern living. Rushing through the scores of stockbrokers, advertising consultants, and other assorted young republicans Jacob felt invisible. No eye contact, no pardons, and no humanity showed itself on the streets of the city. He was walking through a colony of automatons, set forth to run the world by an unseen creator.
Jacob arrived at work a few minutes late and he cursed himself for stopping on the street for so long. The balance of his world was off and now he was late. Fumbling through the front doors, he noticed the elevator doors closing. He made the universal signal for, “Hold the elevator” but it met with no response. The doors closed and his lateness was continuing to grow longer. Pressing the up elevator button with frantic abandon, he waited for it to arrive again so he could sit in his eight-hour hell.
The elevator arrived and Jacob dove in and pressed the button for his floor. Other passengers trickled into the lift as a businessman type held the door for the latecomers. Jacob’s impatience grew as he could feel himself getting later. What if his boss fired him? What if he failed to get his work done? What would his dad think of him if he knew that his son was irresponsible worker? Showing up whenever he wants in blatant disregard of the rules of the company. Finally, the doors closed and the lift was on its way up to oblivion.
Sweat beads began to form on Jacob’s forehead. Time felt like it was slowing down as the elevator stopped on every other floor to release passengers into the wild. Jacob shifted from side to side with the anxiety of a child waiting for the restroom. At last the door slid open at his appointed destination.
Jacob stumbled through the lobby and burst into the main office area. The click clacking of keyboards, the ringing of office phones and the stench of bad coffee permeated the immense room. Jacob wound his way through the rat maze of cubicles until he reached his own cell. Slamming down into his ergonomic rolling chair, he checked his watch, 9:10 AM. A head peeked over his cubicle wall.
“Jake, good morning,” it was Mr. Morrowitz. Harry Morrowitz was every boos that you wish you had had. He was the funny uncle that let you have a sip of his beer when you were eight. Nice, funny, and understanding; he definitely did not belong here. “Is everything all right this morning Jake? You seem a bit tense.”
“Sir I’m late I know and I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again,” Jacob kept his head aimed at his keyboard.
Mr. Morrowitz checked his watch. “Jake, it’s only nine-ten. I don’t think the company is going to come to a grinding halt because, most likely, you got caught in some unexpected traffic.”
“No sir it’s not ok. It is our dedication to the company that defines us sir. Lateness is next to,well next to something bad anyway.” Jacob began looking through the latest stack of memos piled in his inbox.
“Jake slow down buddy, you are going to give yourself a heart attack,” Harry took a sip of his coffee. “If it makes you feel better I’ll tell you that if you are late again we will be forced to let you go.”
“I won’t happen again sir.” Jacob began typing away at some code his memos told him to update. With a confused look, Harry turned and walked away. Jacob stopped typing when Mr. Morrowitz rounded the corner to the next set of cubicles.
Jacob thought to himself, who did this guy think he was? He’s not my buddy, not my pal. Just because he took the place of the old boss, Mr. Fenton, a few weeks ago he thinks he just waltz in here and be everyone’s pal. Mr. Fenton was stern, bold, and rigid. Essentially, he was a Nazi, and we were his blonde army. Jacob loved to hate him, but this new guy he couldn’t hate. Jacob couldn’t find anything about him to dislike, nothing to despise. Where did this guy come from? What made Harry J. Morrowitz such a nice person? What was he hiding beneath that Brooks Brother’s shirt and tie?
Jacob quickly dismissed these thoughts and returned to his work. After all, work was not a place for thinking it was a place for working. The day came and went with the usual blandness. Jacob loved that about his job, there were no surprises. He could predict everything, all things telegraphed and expected. All things except this new guy whom pretended to be his boss. This actor playing the part of the perfect supervisor in some primetime sitcom.
Jacob finished his work for the day, returned his desk to perfection, and made his way to the swipe room to clock out. Back he went, to the elevator with the other robots returning home to this excuse for a life. Modern man’s existence a perpetual motion of non-living.
On the return trip home, something compelled Jacob to walk again instead of ride the train. The L train would jettison him across town and away from the atrocities of the surface world, but for some reason a stroll down the street seamed more reasonable. Racing along in the human conveyor belt he almost did not have to walk to maintain a forward motion. The river of bodies floated him along like a lost bottle at sea. Jacob enjoyed the ride until an elbow and a shove beached him onto the sidewalk. He stopped at the same spot as before, only now the traffic flowed in the opposite direction.
Feelings of nausea crept over him so Jacob decided a seat once again. Placing his briefcase under him, Jacob faced the spectacle of city life splayed before him. Faster and faster they moved, ebbing too and fro with a hypnotic rhythm. Looking at the masses of hopefuls struggling for a life in such a lifeless void began to make Jacob feel sick. Who were these people? Was this is it? Eat, work, sleep, mate, and die? Was this the only life that we had to look forward too? Is this what people go to college for four years for? To wear monochromatic clothing and go to a job that has us punching away like robots in some cheesy sci-fi flick. This was life, this was the American dream taught to us in grade school.
“Bullshit!” Jacob yelled at no one. Movement stopped for a brief second as if the DVD of this perpetual movie of life suddenly skipped, and then everyone resumed. Jacob cracked a smile again, something that did not happen often on his face. His outburst made them stop, if only for a moment, but it made them stop. Warm comfort rushed over him at this feeling of some kind of control over a chaotic world.
Therefore, that is where Jacob sat for the rest of his days. Growing old on the causeway of American society, Jacob sat perched on his briefcase. He sat on that sidewalk until the leather of his briefcase cracked and peeled. Jacob sat until his back grew stiff and his legs atrophied, all the while exerting his control over the world. Power to stop the world, if only for a moment, was here in front of him. Never wanting to abandon this feeling of control, he sat. Jacob owned the world, one pause at a time until the end of his days.

I apologize for the formatting. For some reason it doesn't carry over into LJ.

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12 Aug 03 Over the river and through the woods…

Breaking News, Bush Discovers he has Opposible Thumbs

In a miraculous revelation by President George “Yosemite” Bush, he discovered while wandring through the White House that he did, in fact, have thumbs. For years the confused 'Leader of the Free World' thought that those extra digits on his hands were some form of horrible deformity. Secret service caught him in the presidential kitchen about to chop them off with a meat cleaver on Thursday. This is when it was revealed to Bush that, “Sir, those are your thumbs. You need those to give the thumbs up for bombings and to approve usettling acts of war.” Bush was elated at the fact that he was not deformed as he previously thought and soon ran off to show his buddies Dick Cheney and Paul Wolfowitz.

Wildfires are still burning in Glacier Park. So far the fires have burned more the 34,000 acres and about 50 homes. Man, where are the superheroes when you need them. This fire has been going on for weeks now with no signs of slowing down. We need the Avengers, or the Fantastic Four, or maybe even Superman on something like this. If only people played with radiation like they used too, we might just have more superheroes. Or we'd just have a lot of people dying slow, agonizing deaths from radiation poisoning. Either or.

Last night I hung out with old friends. Rehashing old times whilst consuming the obligatory alcohol. Buds and booze, that's what it's all about. Well, not really. If that were true I might need to check myself into some sort of rehab center or something. It's wierd talking about who's doing what, and who's doing who these days. The people I knew in and a bit after high school have spread so far around the country, and world for that matter. I guess that six degrees of separation stuff is probably quite accurate.

Get this, Fox news is filing a copyright infringement lawsuit against Al Franken and Penguin books for using the words “Fair and Accurate…” in the title of Franken's new book. Can you believe that? I didn't think Fox news could any lower, way to prove me wrong. Apparently they feel that they copyrighted the “Fair and Accurate” tagline in like 1996 or something and that the use of it by Franken is a clear parody of Fox News. Please. Doesn't the Fox Network have something better to do like promote their latest awful reality show, Temptation Island 3, Joe Millionaire 2, or whatever crap they are offloading on the American people these days.

Ok, who thinks it is kinda cool the Arnold Schwarzenegger is running for Governor of Cali. Regardless of his political background, I think it would be cool to the “Terminator” as the governor of your state. Hey, if an actor with Alzheimer's can be president and an ex-wrestler can be governor of Minnesota, why not have a Mr. Universe as a governor. So….vote for Schwarzenegger. Wow, I don't think that will fit on a placard.

Ok, enough for now. I'll end it with some…Red Meat

Later all.

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11 Aug 03 Weekend Update…

Work wasn't bad over the weekend, I made some money, which is already spent on bills of course. The party Saturday night was cool. I saw old friends that I haven't seen in quite some time, despite the fact that some of them live in the same area. Some people who said they were going to be there weren't however, and some people that I never expected to see again did show up. It was cool to catch up with so many people, of course the conversations turned to blurs as everyone got increasingly drunk. But that's that.

On Saturday I unknowingly helped ESPN sportscaster Stuart Scott and his family on board the boat. I knew the guy looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. Then later someone told me who he was.

He and his family were really nice people and didn't act like snotty celebrities or anything. His wife even shook my hand and thanked me for helping them and for basically not acting like an idiot. Anyway, that's my interesting story for the day.

Stay tuned to this channel later for news and weather.

Later.

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08 Aug 03 Bling blings and stranger things…

Had lunch with Kate today and got to hang out with Newman for a bit. That was nice. On the way to school I noticed a strange thing. It seems that the majority of people these days aren't making use of a crucial piece of safety equipment that comes with virtually every car. Now, it is usully located around the 9 0'clock position on the steering column and is fairly accessible to most drivers, save those with say thalydomide or something. Now I'm assuming most cars made in the last 50 years all have these built right in, so user neglect is the most obvious reason for this problem. I am of course talking about USING YOUR FUCKING TURN SIGNALS YOU IDIOTS! How hard is it to flick a little switch with your left hand to indicate to the rest of the drivers on the road that you are about to attempt a Kenievel-esque, four lane lane change, thus cutting off some already pissed off drivers. At least give us some warning you assholes.

Oh, and road problem number two. It appears that when clouds grow too heavy with water vapor and need to release that excess water upon the earth in the form of rain, the IQ's of the majority of drivers on the road just plummet. They all of sudden revert back to infants, not knowing how to change lanes, drive straight, or use that pedal on the right that makes you go forward.

Anyway, that's my bitch session for the evening. Happy thoughts for the rest of the night.

NEWS

This BUSH headline just seems a little too positive considering we are talking about a war. So I guess Bush is upbeat at the fact that 55 American soldiers have been killed for reasons that are still in question. I think the headline should read, “Bush beat up on Iraq.” Hopefully some good will come out of this ridiculous farce we called a war.

Another FLASH MOB in New York saw gatherers get together in front of a Toys-R-Us and simultaneously roar at a giant dinosaur that is usually roaring at passers-by. I tell, these flash mob things are cool. I want to try and organize one here, it should definitely be Disney related. It would also have to have some hidden meaning or be against a certain cause or something. Or not. Maybe I'll just check them out from afar, and from the safety of my own home.

You know I can't find any other news that is very interesting. It's all corporate scandals, Bush “insert stupid action here”, J.Lo and Ben did this, and other silly happenings. Oh well, maybe something exciting will happen over the weekend. Hmmmm.

Red Meat

PEACE!!

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07 Aug 03 Buzzing…

My head is swimming with multiple forms of allergy medicine. It feels as if I'm recovering from a hard night of recreational drug use. That floaty, bubbly feeling that, while it doesn't feel bad, it makes you very lazy and you don't want to do anything but be a vegetable. So that is me right now, Mr. Vegetable.
I hate when my allergies act up. Hell, I don't even know what I'm allergic to. Just sometimes my nose gets all itchy and runny, my eyes water, and my eyes swell up a bit. It almost looks like I'm all doped up on something. It is an all together pleasant experience. I tell you what though, Benadryl extra-strength allergy medicine shouldn't be sold over the counter. That stuff messes you up, I can hardly drive when that stuff kicks in.

Anyway, enough of that. I'm going to go and flop on the couch until I can breathe again.

Good night to all.

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06 Aug 03 Don't think I'm crazy…

Okay, so I just watched a movie that I think most everyone would think is terrible, but I actually found it quite amusing.
The movie in question is RollerBall starring Chris Klein, LL Cool J, and Rebecca Stamos. Now I know what you might be thinking, “…he's crazy, he likes terrible movies made by idiots…”

Well, here is my point. Rollerball exaggerates how sports teams and franchises cater to the media by fixing games and all that jazz. It also shows how sports franchises buy and sell players like pieces of meat. Now the story and characterization is terribly weak, but the point is made pretty well. All sports are corrupt and need to be taken care of before it is too late.

That is all.

Please don't hate me for liking a crappy movie.

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06 Aug 03 Just wondering…

06 Aug 03 What me Worry…

NEWS

In the news today there is tons of stuff happening that you probably don't care about. I am however going to tell you about some of them anyway so eat it.

The European Heat Wave continues to scorch the people of Eurpope, making them smell worse than they already do no doubt. I'm tellin' ya', this is mother-nature fighting back against those that would do her harm. So far there have been 35 deaths related to the heat wave. We're next people, forget Saddam, the Earth is coming for us.

Now I'm not a very religious person but this Gay Bishop thing is sort of wrong. Now I'm not saying that this Rev. Gene Robinson is wrong for being gay, hell he can fuck squirrels for all I care, but to put him in a position where he teaches a scripture that to my knowledge looks ill upon homosexuality. Now maybe he is reading Bible V2.0 or something, but as far as I know gay = bad according to the good book. I think that if this guy wants to be openly gay, he might want to think about a different profession. If he doesn't he will never be able to live a happy and comfortable life, people will always be after him, trying to oust him as bishop. Until this country is no longer run by fundamentalist christians, no preogressive thinking will ever take place.

For all of you tech nerds out there (of which I am slowly becoming) there is some good news from Sun and Novell systems. Apparently both companies are both announcing new support for the Linux OS and denying that it was dropping development of its flagship NetWare operating system. Those Linux+ and SCSA certs are sounding like a better idea day by day. Hmmmm, most interesting captain.

You know what I just realized, I haven't put any colorful or funny pictures in this post yet. I'm so sorry, I mean, what have all you illiterate people been doing for the past five minutes? Just staring angrily at all these words probably. Well I apologize and…..on with the funnies!

RED MEAT

Who says evolution is wrong.

Ok, that's enough comics you fiends. I'll probably post again later once the liquor and pills kick in.

Good day…..

Ok one more piece of meat…

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