I told you to remember Sloat's really just to show you this video. Some of you may have seen it already but it's still good the 2nd (or third, or fourth, or fifth...) time around.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Happy Friday (the 13th...)...
Headed to Boston for a meet in an hour or so and decided to get a (wait for it...) WORKOUT!! in before I hit the road. Should be settled into my lovely Hampton Inn queen-sized bed by around 9:30 so if I don't fall directly asleep I'll try to throw up some words that have been complied over the last 10 days or so. But sticking with the high school theme from earlier in the week here's a corny-ass song that starts off really strong but then gets rather awkward when he throws in some homosexual innuendo. But, listen to the first minute and remember Sloat's house and all the good times.
I told you to remember Sloat's really just to show you this video. Some of you may have seen it already but it's still good the 2nd (or third, or fourth, or fifth...) time around.
Some people have way too much time on their hands, and I appreciate their decisions to put it to good use. Cheers.
I told you to remember Sloat's really just to show you this video. Some of you may have seen it already but it's still good the 2nd (or third, or fourth, or fifth...) time around.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
On Phelps and Barkley
[Editor's Note:This is old news, I suppose, but I'm just getting around to writing about it right now. My apologies for my tardiness in addressing such an "important" "internet" saga]
Nobody's perfect. Nobody should be expected to be perfect. Nobody is predestined to be perfect. No one likes everyone, no one can forgive everyone who wrongs them, nothing is true 100% of the time. Call me negative, call me a cynic but the world would not be nearly as interesting a place if this was the case. Biggie said it best: "mo money mo problems." "With great power comes great responsibility," says spiderman's uncle. They are both true, but that doesn't stop the rich and famous from doing anything they damn well please. And that is GREAT. Honestly. Why should these folks change the way they live because some assholes are going to follow them around 24/7 and sell their pictures to US and People and other shitty magazines and sites on the "internet" that cater to sad, unhappy American women so they will have something to talk about.
In high school we had Butch coming around, prowling at parties to break up our shindigs and embarrass us all (but most especially his baby boy). But did that stop us? No, of course not. Why? Because people do what they want to do. Phelps had been training for years and now had a shitload of gold and a pocket full of dough, so why not hit the pipe and flaunt it. He's a tool bag and this is the only way he'll seem cool (And take it from an "actor" who made a blog to get people to talk about him...). So why the hell not go back and do all the fun shit he would have been doing had he not been in a pool for 8 hours a day without money to buy friends. It's just common sense. Parents who lived through the 60's and now shit on this guy as classless should take a long look in the mirror and start doing their own damn job, not looking to celebrities and athletes to guide the way for their helpless and weak-minded children.
Everyone loves Charles because he'll tell it like it is and that he doesn't give a rat's ass what other people think about him, but why does this only apply to Sir Charles? The guy has made terrible decisions, is a degenerate gambler and (probable) alcoholic but the reason he gets shuffled off of TNT is because he gets a DUI looking for a blowjob on a Saturday night. DUI's are bad but the guy blew a 1.2 or something? Which is worse, driving with a 1.2 BAC or BLOWING $2MILLION ON A BAD NIGHT IN VEGAS?! Are you kidding me?
For the record I approve of neither indiscretion, but come on people. Let's just quit holding actors and models and tv personalities and athletes to higher standards and just accept the fact that if you had millions of dollars to blow...you would do the same damn things as these people. And at least you would have been smiling when you hit the pipe.
"When it came to this stuff, I could just play," - Will Hunting. That's all these actors and athletes do. Cheers.
In high school we had Butch coming around, prowling at parties to break up our shindigs and embarrass us all (but most especially his baby boy). But did that stop us? No, of course not. Why? Because people do what they want to do. Phelps had been training for years and now had a shitload of gold and a pocket full of dough, so why not hit the pipe and flaunt it. He's a tool bag and this is the only way he'll seem cool (And take it from an "actor" who made a blog to get people to talk about him...). So why the hell not go back and do all the fun shit he would have been doing had he not been in a pool for 8 hours a day without money to buy friends. It's just common sense. Parents who lived through the 60's and now shit on this guy as classless should take a long look in the mirror and start doing their own damn job, not looking to celebrities and athletes to guide the way for their helpless and weak-minded children.
Everyone loves Charles because he'll tell it like it is and that he doesn't give a rat's ass what other people think about him, but why does this only apply to Sir Charles? The guy has made terrible decisions, is a degenerate gambler and (probable) alcoholic but the reason he gets shuffled off of TNT is because he gets a DUI looking for a blowjob on a Saturday night. DUI's are bad but the guy blew a 1.2 or something? Which is worse, driving with a 1.2 BAC or BLOWING $2MILLION ON A BAD NIGHT IN VEGAS?! Are you kidding me?
For the record I approve of neither indiscretion, but come on people. Let's just quit holding actors and models and tv personalities and athletes to higher standards and just accept the fact that if you had millions of dollars to blow...you would do the same damn things as these people. And at least you would have been smiling when you hit the pipe.
"When it came to this stuff, I could just play," - Will Hunting. That's all these actors and athletes do. Cheers.
Get a good laugh
To add another laugh to some recent internet buzz, I'd like to shoot a memory back to early high school. Those who know may fall on the floor laughing. Those who don't will never understand. But don't worry, it's not your fault. Some things just cannot be quantified...
Cheers.
Cheers.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
New Kicks
Sunday was a beautiful morning which made me hopeful spring will be on the way soon; it was a great morning to be out on a walk. I fell asleep at Shawn's the night before so it would have been no big deal to walk home; however, my car was well across town heading away from my efficiency (this will catch on with everyone who is currently living with their parents, trust me) so I had Mommy pick me up and give me a lift to the Angel after a bit of walking. It was the silver anniversary of her 29th birthday so I waited until I got home and brushed my teeth before a birthday kiss was given. Anyway I told you that story for no other reason than to say my Mom and I went to Freeport and LL Bean on Sunday afternoon.
I had some camping items which I was interested in taking a look at, and I ended up getting a Thermarest sleep pad and a camel bag for my backpack. The pad is legit, I slept on it last night because I am a loser. But that's neither here nor there and the real purpose of this is coming now...made an impulse buy and picked up a new pair of kicks:
Found a pretty sweet pair of suede Sperry Topsiders. Note the Sperry logo and the patented wave outsole. I don't plan to be slipping on any poop decks this season, my friends. Anyways I had wanted a pair of Clarks for awhile now, and while these are not Clarks, they are suede and (in my opinion) stylish. And everybody has a pair (or 3) of Clarks these days...I guess I missed that wave. Still I'm a huge fan of the desert trek but I guess when the time is right I can go with brown leather and just not get suede). The Sperry name almost kept me from buying them...Sperry's are not my style. But they're certainly not your traditional Nantucket donkey Sperry's. Believe me, those will never find their way on my feet. You wouldn't know by looking at them they're Sperry, and I like this fact.
I actually wore them to work today. I was going to wear them with a white polo but then I got it dirty moving some things around in my basement so I had to change. That really pissed me off I had kept that polo clean for damn near 6 months. So what do I do at lunch today? I dribble some yogurt on my button down that hadn't been washed in 7 months. I kept a level head though and quickly removed said spill with a deft slip of the tongue and a dab of water and we're good to go another 7. But to get back to my attire I looked good, trust me.
Anyways I think the folks at Bean's were lying when they said they retailed for $100. But they were marked down to $50 on the tag and with Mommy's clever discount I picked them up for a cool thirty five junior bacon cheeseburgers. Not a bad pick-up. So get ready because I promise you these things are never going to see socks and come summer they will be HOT. Cheers.
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P.S. This Bonnaroo plan is growing legs and you'd better get on or you will be left behind. It's already become a reunion of the sketchy kid and the kid no one likes; still looking for two other brave souls. Getcha popcorn ready...
I had some camping items which I was interested in taking a look at, and I ended up getting a Thermarest sleep pad and a camel bag for my backpack. The pad is legit, I slept on it last night because I am a loser. But that's neither here nor there and the real purpose of this is coming now...made an impulse buy and picked up a new pair of kicks:
Found a pretty sweet pair of suede Sperry Topsiders. Note the Sperry logo and the patented wave outsole. I don't plan to be slipping on any poop decks this season, my friends. Anyways I had wanted a pair of Clarks for awhile now, and while these are not Clarks, they are suede and (in my opinion) stylish. And everybody has a pair (or 3) of Clarks these days...I guess I missed that wave. Still I'm a huge fan of the desert trek but I guess when the time is right I can go with brown leather and just not get suede). The Sperry name almost kept me from buying them...Sperry's are not my style. But they're certainly not your traditional Nantucket donkey Sperry's. Believe me, those will never find their way on my feet. You wouldn't know by looking at them they're Sperry, and I like this fact.
I actually wore them to work today. I was going to wear them with a white polo but then I got it dirty moving some things around in my basement so I had to change. That really pissed me off I had kept that polo clean for damn near 6 months. So what do I do at lunch today? I dribble some yogurt on my button down that hadn't been washed in 7 months. I kept a level head though and quickly removed said spill with a deft slip of the tongue and a dab of water and we're good to go another 7. But to get back to my attire I looked good, trust me.
Anyways I think the folks at Bean's were lying when they said they retailed for $100. But they were marked down to $50 on the tag and with Mommy's clever discount I picked them up for a cool thirty five junior bacon cheeseburgers. Not a bad pick-up. So get ready because I promise you these things are never going to see socks and come summer they will be HOT. Cheers.
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P.S. This Bonnaroo plan is growing legs and you'd better get on or you will be left behind. It's already become a reunion of the sketchy kid and the kid no one likes; still looking for two other brave souls. Getcha popcorn ready...
Bonnar-(who's with me)?!
Last year I made a late, last-ditch effort to coordinate a road trip of those close to me to make the short trip to Tennessee to attend the Bonnaroo music and arts festival. This years dates are June 11-14 (That's a Thursday-Sunday as I know few of us have calendars handy). I know these are once again convenient for me because my current employer will no longer be paying me then. Unfortunate as it is this should free me up to let the wind blow in my (slowly-but-steadily-growing) flow and set the Blue Angel on a southern course. It's a 4 day event and tickets are $250 [Editor's note: they were cheaper to start but Phish has signed on to play so everyone is freaking out and buying them faster than things that move really fast...if if I miss the boat this year because of those jokers then I'm going to freak out]. I'm not saying it's dead-set in my mind but if I'm able to secure a crew of 2 or (preferably) 3 more people let's get after it and make a week out of it. The acts are always off the charts. I was on the Bonnaroo website last week and the musical features had not yet been announced; however, I know since then they've got them up. I am not writing this from the luxury of a computer which possesses the "internet" so I am not at this time able to name the headliners and the other groups.[Editor's Note: Here you go, be impressed with the talent. These are just some of the highlights...Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, Phish (2 shows), Beastie Boys, Nine Inch Nails, Wilco, *Snoop Dogg,* *Ben Harper and Relentless7,* *Gov't Mule,* *Merle Haggard,* MGMT, moe., The Decemberists, The Del McCoury band, Lucinda Williams, *Citizen Cope,* *Grace Potter and the Nocturnals,* and about 30 others I just don't care quite as much about...*-* are acts I am especially interested in viewing...]There are a shitload of acts and music and fun is going all day long. Just give me a shout any way you know how to contact me. While (I believe, anyway) I've mellowed in my old age I'm still confident enough to go old-school and GUARANTEE a good time for anyone who chooses to sign on for these schenanigans. I think this could only lead to good things. Cheers.
P.S. If I'm late again it's my own fault because I had been meaning to get some feelers out last month...but if you're serious and not yanking my crank let's make it happen it will be nothing but the best.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Monday (and every other...) Morning
Most of you know I have a pretty relaxed daily schedule [Editors Note: the fact this is going up after 10:30am upon my immediate arrival to the office should illustrate that I have a rather fluid schedule...]. I get to work when I get to work. I leave work whenever it is that I decide I'm finished for the day. It's not half bad when I phrase it this way. But if there's one time of the day I enjoy most it is in the mornings before I go to work. I conveniently sleep in until at least 7:30am (read: usually 8:30) before I rise and start my day.
For the past three and a half weeks or so I've been sleeping in a sleeping bag rather than under my covers. I don't really know how this started other than I got a new bag 2ish months ago and never got around to trying it out until the middle of January. Since then I guess I just haven't bothered to stuff it back in its sack. I can't say it's overly comfortable but it does have a handy little zipper at the bottom so I can unzip a crack and keep my feet from sweating. I don't like hot feet when I'm recharging by battery. I think I like the bag because I feel "safe" inside. Safe, with a side of suffocating claustrophobia. It's really a treat.
The place where my head rests is also my (cluttered) workstation for many of my masterpieces I need to write in notepad so the format doesn't get messed up as I cut and paste text into the lovely form you're staring at right...now. I call it my efficiency, because living with your parents just isn't that cool.
(Note the minesweeper scores. I'm legit...)
Once I finally rise I spend the remainder of my morning listening to music and showering and eating breakfast. The paper is usually out but I generally don't read it. This particular morning I was listening to some new old Warren Zevon. New in the sense the album was just released last year, old in the sense the songs for the album were recorded pre-1976. Warren's prime, in my humble opinion. It's got some demo versions and some unreleased stuff. It is (appropriately) named "Preludes." I give it a 7 out of 7 Hershey Kisses.
My breakfasts are almost exclusively oatmeal. Usually Quaker because mommy buys Quaker. When we start to run low I replenish our cabinets with store-brand because that's how I roll. It is a tasty morning treat, either way. Usually I shower before breakfast and then compliment my oatmeal with a glass of water and a cup of coffee, but some days I mix it up. I also make my lunch during this time. Well-played mornings when I'm on top of things I'll shower, then eat, then make my lunch, but mornings when I refuse to get out of bed until after 95% of you folks are already working I need to eat while I'm making my sandwich and gathering my fruit and vegetables. So it goes. Early-rising mornings also allow me to quickly check my email, throw up the occasional post and play a few games of solitaire and minesweeper. Each of these tasks contribute to me going into the office relaxed...if I miss one of these (usually not enough minesweeper) my day continues rockily.
Since it's the winter time I need to usually preheat the Blue Angel while I'm brushing and flossing my teeth so she's all purring and ready to go for the long drive to the office. Thinking of this reminds me I need to take her to get washed on my way to work one of these days. She's a mess. Cheers.
(Note the minesweeper scores. I'm legit...)
Once I finally rise I spend the remainder of my morning listening to music and showering and eating breakfast. The paper is usually out but I generally don't read it. This particular morning I was listening to some new old Warren Zevon. New in the sense the album was just released last year, old in the sense the songs for the album were recorded pre-1976. Warren's prime, in my humble opinion. It's got some demo versions and some unreleased stuff. It is (appropriately) named "Preludes." I give it a 7 out of 7 Hershey Kisses.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Old Age
So we hosted a meet last night and we're hosting a meet tonight so I've been right out straight all week. Once more week until I get a little relief as we go on break in 6 days (remember we are Bates High School, after all...) Anyways I haven't had a whole lot of time to get fingers to keys on this fine instrument of communication. But I found this to be of particular importance. I distinctly remember Joe Monatana's last two seasons, which were with Kansas City. Those were the 1993 and 1994 seasons. Are you kidding me? That was 14 seasons, aka YEARS, ago. Bill Russell said famously, "You know you're getting old when you start talking about what you've done instead of what you're going to do." I'm no where near there yet, but, JEESH?! 14 years ago?
I have a Joe Montana autographed picture, though. With the Chiefs. Ah, memories.
I have a Joe Montana autographed picture, though. With the Chiefs. Ah, memories.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Scholarly Research: Finally Revealed...
When I got home Monday night I realized a lot of what I spill on here is just biased, unfounded bullshit, and I began wondering if anyone actually takes me seriously. That is, if anyone actually considers me to be a legitimate writer. It took me until Wednesday but I've decided to demonstrate my intellectual side in the only way I know how: by presenting you all with my undergraduate thesis. This was the product of 8 months of non-stop hard work and dedication that few have matched in the history of the college. I can actually sum up the structure of it in one word: concise. I am confident I dd not waste a single word in the forty-three hundred which covered fifteen and one half pages of my experimental design. Added to my fifteen pages of cover sheets, abstract, references and appendicies I was able to produce a lean, mean 31 page work of art which will remain a timeless relic on the campus of Bates College. It was only turned in 17 days late and during the 2nd week of short term, but I promise you this thing is a gem.
Obviously I've submitted this baby to countless scholarly review boards in an effort to be published, but right now it has only been contained as the lead article in Bates' annual Psychology Review (This actually is the truth and is not a joke, I promise you that much...I've got the hard copy to prove it). So if you've got 5 minutes to kill take a look at it, and if you can tell me what I was able to correlate then you are a better person than I. For you current college students out there set your goals high and if you need any advice on your theses after reading this then you just let me know.
Seriously though, the preparation of a thesis is what you make of it, and I made it a fun and exciting time and made a lifelong friend in Kathy Low. Us A-towners need to stick together. She's legit. And I had a blast throwing together a poster in powerpoint in one night. It came out looking much better than the thesis did, which in my opinion was all that mattered. That, and I got to put pictures of myself and other close friends in it, unlike the thesis. Go Bobcats! Cheers.
Obviously I've submitted this baby to countless scholarly review boards in an effort to be published, but right now it has only been contained as the lead article in Bates' annual Psychology Review (This actually is the truth and is not a joke, I promise you that much...I've got the hard copy to prove it). So if you've got 5 minutes to kill take a look at it, and if you can tell me what I was able to correlate then you are a better person than I. For you current college students out there set your goals high and if you need any advice on your theses after reading this then you just let me know.
Seriously though, the preparation of a thesis is what you make of it, and I made it a fun and exciting time and made a lifelong friend in Kathy Low. Us A-towners need to stick together. She's legit. And I had a blast throwing together a poster in powerpoint in one night. It came out looking much better than the thesis did, which in my opinion was all that mattered. That, and I got to put pictures of myself and other close friends in it, unlike the thesis. Go Bobcats! Cheers.
Why I love Lewiston, and a question for you...
On my way in to the office today I passed a young man walking down the road. It was pretty cold out, so he had one of those masks on that cover your nose and face, not the legit bankrobber hats but just the ones that have neoprene and some fleece and you velcro them in place at the back. Well these don't have the big hole for your mouth, they just have a bunch of little holes so you can breathe but not let a lot of cold air on your face. And through one of these holes the guy had jammed a cigarette. That is L/A in a snapshot. We adapt to the situation at hand and just get it done. And if it means finding a way to get a nicotine fix on a cold February morning you know the real folks from L/A are going to have a plan on lock down (For those of you who think I'm being ironical and I'm actually making fun of this guy go piss up a rope. You don't know me well enough. I love these towns; always have, always will).
Now onto a question which I cannot answer. Data suggests (I can't find the specific study but I KNOW I've read this before) that in a public restroom, stalls nearest the entrance are more clean because they are actually used less. For this reason I always try to pick the one right near the door as long as someone didn't just murder it, or for other obvious reasons which I will not delve into more deeply here. Anyways that being said, here is the set-up:
Now onto a question which I cannot answer. Data suggests (I can't find the specific study but I KNOW I've read this before) that in a public restroom, stalls nearest the entrance are more clean because they are actually used less. For this reason I always try to pick the one right near the door as long as someone didn't just murder it, or for other obvious reasons which I will not delve into more deeply here. Anyways that being said, here is the set-up:
There is a public bathroom, but this is no ordinary restroom. It is on a corner so it has two entrances/exits. there are three stalls and these stalls are placed in between the doors. Which stall do you use? See, you don't know which entrance is used more frequently so you don't know which should be the more clean end stall. At the same time, men's bathroom etiquette says you don't take a middle pisser or stall in a three unit set-up because then there is the potential for the random "come-up-to-take-a-piss-but-there's-a-guy-at-the-middle-pisser-so-there's-some-hesitation-to-approach-but-I-really-don't-want-to-piss-in-a-stall -so-I go-to-a-urinal-but-it's-just-awkward-for-both-of-us" situation. And the cardinal rule of "you don't double-barrel unless your friend is in the next stall so you can talk about sports and women" applies to central seating on the cans...So my question to you is the following: In this scenario do you think the middle stall would actually be the most clean? Thank about it...Cheers.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Brandeis Closing their Art Museum
Editor's Note: I wrote this last week and it still pisses me off. Just a lame-ass decision made by donkeys. Needed to get this up...
I don’t know how many you have heard this but on Monday Brandeis University announced they were shutting down their art museum and selling off their entire collection to add funds to their endowment due to the economic climate which the nation is currently in. It disgusts me that an institution with a reputation like Brandeis (pretty solid, gets well-off students, has a nice campus, produces a population of decent people) would produce such a small-minded and shortsighted “solution.” Their collection is valued upwards of $350million (which isn’t bad starting pay), but, seriously. It’s just extremely troubling that a school would consider shutting down a substantial gallery just to make a few dollars. Clearly they’ve lost a substantial chunk of their endowment and I’ve heard a significant number of their usual donors were caught up in the Bernie Madoff scandal, but still. It is a terrible market to be selling art. But I guess what I find most troubling is they are viewing art as just $$. No cultural or historical significance, no educational significance, these works are just assets. Needless to say the museum director is furious and many of the folks who donated works are planning to head to court to fight the sales but I will be very interested to see how this all plays out. I really hope this is not the start of a trend. If some colleges purchased their galleries just for investment pieces then that’s very, very scary to me. Art should mean more than that. This response was prompted by Batesie Nichole who is quite an art buff and who showed me the article and also “Ms.” Melissa Perkins whose art class I hung out in throughout high school. I had more to say on Tuesday but this is all I have now...I'm running out of steam it's been a long week all around. Cheers.
I don’t know how many you have heard this but on Monday Brandeis University announced they were shutting down their art museum and selling off their entire collection to add funds to their endowment due to the economic climate which the nation is currently in. It disgusts me that an institution with a reputation like Brandeis (pretty solid, gets well-off students, has a nice campus, produces a population of decent people) would produce such a small-minded and shortsighted “solution.” Their collection is valued upwards of $350million (which isn’t bad starting pay), but, seriously. It’s just extremely troubling that a school would consider shutting down a substantial gallery just to make a few dollars. Clearly they’ve lost a substantial chunk of their endowment and I’ve heard a significant number of their usual donors were caught up in the Bernie Madoff scandal, but still. It is a terrible market to be selling art. But I guess what I find most troubling is they are viewing art as just $$. No cultural or historical significance, no educational significance, these works are just assets. Needless to say the museum director is furious and many of the folks who donated works are planning to head to court to fight the sales but I will be very interested to see how this all plays out. I really hope this is not the start of a trend. If some colleges purchased their galleries just for investment pieces then that’s very, very scary to me. Art should mean more than that. This response was prompted by Batesie Nichole who is quite an art buff and who showed me the article and also “Ms.” Melissa Perkins whose art class I hung out in throughout high school. I had more to say on Tuesday but this is all I have now...I'm running out of steam it's been a long week all around. Cheers.
Good Morning, Vietnam
I like tepid coffee in the morning. Black. This way it's strong but you don't have to worry about burning your tongue or waste time blowing on it. Let's you hustle a little more than fresh brew.
Anyways, where the hell did January go? Holy hell. If months keep moving this quickly then I'm going to be unemployed before I know it.
That being said until I am actually unemployed I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to keep up my rapid January blogging schedule. I know this is not the best thing to come right out and tell your (one or two) readers, but that's the way it's got to be. Think of it as more of a two posts every three days minimum. If I have to wax off on something then don't worry, I'll get the word out. But don't get up my ass if I miss a day or two because apathy, laziness and/or work commitments strike my motivation during my peak quiet hours.
And as usual no promises on my keeping with current events or getting my work up in a timely manner. I have some words from last week that I didn't get up yet which will be forthcoming. Basically 99% of the crap I spew is produced in my 100sq ft "efficiency" in the Capone house and it contains no internet. Which is actually nice, just take my word on that I'm really being serious. So for the most part I get things up from my workshop in the a.m. prior to work or I bring my jumpdrive to work and post from there. So when I'm posting garbage at 1:37pm it's because that's when I had 5 minutes to kill, not because I decided to put together a human interest story for the preceding 90 minutes. I don't like the man, but I respect the man. Enjoy your Monday, I probably won't. The week, however, should be swell; I've got some interesting things in the works - stay tuned. Cheers.
Anyways, where the hell did January go? Holy hell. If months keep moving this quickly then I'm going to be unemployed before I know it.
That being said until I am actually unemployed I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to keep up my rapid January blogging schedule. I know this is not the best thing to come right out and tell your (one or two) readers, but that's the way it's got to be. Think of it as more of a two posts every three days minimum. If I have to wax off on something then don't worry, I'll get the word out. But don't get up my ass if I miss a day or two because apathy, laziness and/or work commitments strike my motivation during my peak quiet hours.
And as usual no promises on my keeping with current events or getting my work up in a timely manner. I have some words from last week that I didn't get up yet which will be forthcoming. Basically 99% of the crap I spew is produced in my 100sq ft "efficiency" in the Capone house and it contains no internet. Which is actually nice, just take my word on that I'm really being serious. So for the most part I get things up from my workshop in the a.m. prior to work or I bring my jumpdrive to work and post from there. So when I'm posting garbage at 1:37pm it's because that's when I had 5 minutes to kill, not because I decided to put together a human interest story for the preceding 90 minutes. I don't like the man, but I respect the man. Enjoy your Monday, I probably won't. The week, however, should be swell; I've got some interesting things in the works - stay tuned. Cheers.
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