Friday, September 30, 2005

click

Sometimes the Ipod shuffle picks the perfect song in the perfect moment. Some half forgotten, strange and beautiful song that just feels right. Tonight just such an occurrence happened. Sophie busted out ‘Cause a rockslide’ by Badly Drawn boy, and it seemed very much the right song for the moment. Of course it goes a bit insane towards the end, but don’t we all?

Today’s blog is dedicated to LMB, and RKR.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Wanting out

I loathe all these dickheads on Survivor. And this bullshit about danger? Whatever Survivor lost credibility when a guy got hurt and the helicopter came to save him. I need to stop watching shows anyway, total waste of time. Some chick on Apprentice looks just like Audrey from last season..wtf?

Is Kylie’s ‘Can’t get you out of my head’ featured in every commercial?


So now that I know matching your socks to your trousers, and your belt to your shoes make rednecks think you’re gay, I realize I’m oft perceived as gay. God forbid you wear a La Coste shirt, forget it.


Oh and by way of an update, the women in my office seem keenly aware of my preference judging from the flirtation level.

I really emotional day, I do all my best cryin’ in the truck. Big changes coming it would seem.

I’m tired of this Employee pricing bullshit, we know better okay so shut it.

Thank God for a new Jamie Cullum album (never thought I’d say that)

‘Nothing I can do’

We were so drunk last night,We had that stupid fight,You called me a useless selfish prick,
So I'm in a fix right now,And we'll measure the truth somehow,
love is a funny thing to me,then you stormed out and grabbed your coat,while slamming shut the door,a ruthless move so cold you left your keys inside the door
Oh...Can Nothing i do make you happy anymore,
nothin' i say put a smile onto your face,can nothing i say bring us back together,
nothing i do put a smile onto your face.

Well Okay..Next day i called you back,and you called me a stupid twat,
and then you were crying on the phone,you sounded so upset,
you said,i wasn't the man you'd met3 years and 7 months agoi pleaded with her take me back,
i'll change my sorry waysso tell me why mysterioulsy im annoyed instead of shamedOhhhCan Nothing i do make you happy anymore,
Can nothin' i say put a smile onto your facenothing i say bring us back togethernothing i say put a smile onto your faceMMmmmm,
YeahhhIm poundering it all after that calli think it is cleari am here, you're from another stratosphere
Oh, now all the things she said they went around my headand come out my ear,and not before long,this stubborn soul thinks his done no wrong.Instrumental
As when the questions flut around my head like butterflies,
my head spins at reflecting on another loves demise,
OhhhhCan
Nothing i do make you happy anymore,nothin' i say put a smile onto your facecan nothing i say bring us back togethernothing i say put a smile onto your face,
Ohhh

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Where soul meets body

‘If the silence takes you then I hope it takes me too’-DCFC


I no longer feel that blogging is an effective way for me to express matters of heart and soul. Besides if I keep real at all, my approval rating would plummet.

I want to make things right, but too often I don’t know how. Right now the wrong thing feels right, and the right thing feels so wrong.

So in other news it turns out my whole office thought I was gay!! Number one reason given ‘he dresses nice’

Since when did knowing shit from shinola equate to homosexuality? I’m not gay, but I’m cool with people who are…for the record.

Memo to all employees;

I’m not gay, so stop asking

R

Sunday, September 25, 2005

I don't want a pickle I just wanna rid on my motorsickle

Once I ordered a case of pickles from Corsicana TX, I liked them, but in truth a case may be too many.

I have a po box, not a regular po box mind, but one of those postal center thingys. This way they can sign for my packages and whatnot. A couple years ago I found out about a service that provides free magazines to business. I have a po box, so why not make up a couple of fake DBA names, and show me the Entertainment Weekly!
So I set up a few companies under the name Championship. (in a nod to author Nick Hornby) Included in the championship family of companies was a video store. Since the type of free magazines you received was in part contingent upon the type of business you had, video store seemed a shrewd move. Well in reality all it brought me was a weekly video store trade mag (which is nice when updated one's Netflix list) and little else. Oh and one other thing...porn...well sort of..these random (and surprisingly un-erotic) porn post cards promoting upcoming releases and toys and stuff.
So the people who work at my postal center must have the wrong idea about me.

I'm not porn guy, I'm fake businesses under false pretense guy!...erm...nevermind.
Sorry if this blog has been too negative latley, it could be the pickles.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

the older you get the less you know

Today's blog is mailbox inspired.


Since some of you are young, here's what I know to b e true. The devil is not red as Wilco sing. Nope the devil is surprisingly corporate looking. He comes in envelopes that say 0 % interest for 6 months (and a right fisting after)

The devil will try to convince you that style and grace are for sale at Nordstrom, and Versace, coach, and Gucci make the man.

The truth is there is no pleasure today that is worth the price you'll pay.

Charge nothing, live free.

Of course you need a card for emergencies, air fare and car repairs etc. Otherwise keep it in your pants.

These are the truest words I can offer.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

I love you more than bunnies

My sister's son really looks up to his older cousin (my son) on Saturday he said 'i love you more than bunnies' to him

that was effin' sweet.

no diving

If I get a shirt back without a button it pisses me off. Replace the button, you knocked it off, no biggie there are spares on the tail of the shirt. I don’t like finding one missing on a freshie. It’s posh enough to pay someone to launder you shirts, but to also have to point out the button?..c’mon


Demi looks great in the Versace ads, as did Madge before her.

The 13 point lead in the NFL is the very definition of a false sense of security. You are one play away from trouble, we’ve seen it time and again.

Congratulations, you’ve just read the shallowest blog in history.

Monday, September 19, 2005

it is the night my body's weak

Our parent company plays the same couple of songs on hold

Ride like the wind & Bettie Davis eyes


All the time. WTF? In this day of niche marketing, there must be a reason, there’s always a reason. Nothing is left to chance. People who have their asses whipped by Kim Carnes are 8% more likely to stay on hold, and 3% less likely to shoot up the office (in my case the +/- is actually about 5%) Perhaps these songs reduce the likelihood of leaving leftovers in the fridge for months on end.

‘And I’ve got such a long way to go…

‘She’ll turn the music on you…


All I know is all the boys think she’s a spaz

old days

It’s easy to feel old, when you are..well effin’ old dude.

My teammate Amy is 18, and I literally have lp records older than her. Not old records mind, but records I bought when they came out, and I still think of as current in some way.

The Police Synchronicity
Peter Gabriel So

In truth, there are tons.


I’d say I’m old school, but that’s denial. I wore Chuck Taylor’s before Amy was born. In my day surfing porn meant the back room at Half price books, before they got all corporate and stopped having Playboy in the periodical section.

Okay I’m in danger of sounding like one of those emails your mom would forward, so I’ll shut it.

Anyway, the good news is the kids are alright, I feel good about the next generation. They are smart, and cool, and I adore them.

Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll listen to Bob Dylan and enjoy a plain Hersey bar.

New job blues

Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? here it go...

I go in at 7:30 and get home around 7 or 7:30

I'm sapped of any and all creativity. My muse has suffocated in the hermetically sealed soulless chamber of cubes.

but hey charge it to the game right?

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Waiting for the sun

Thank you ..if you only knew

Can't sleep

I fell asleep while reading at 8 freaking 30, and now it's 4 and I'm wide awake.

Everything I've ever done in life has led me to this moment. This sleepless, worry filled. and pointless moment.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

for you wherever you are

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you’re on my mind so you never know
When I’m broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed itWhere are you tonight, child you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his funAnd much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So I’ll wait for you... and I’ll burnWill I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should’ve come over’cause it’s not too lateLonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughterIt’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe I’m just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you should’ve come over’cause it’s not too late
Well I feel too young to hold onAnd I’m much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I’ve done
Sweet lover, you should’ve come over
Oh, love well I’m waiting for you
Lover, you should’ve come over’cause it’s not too late
Jeff Buckley

Thursday, September 15, 2005

You'll pay

There's a bank commercial on the radio, that in a very self serving way talks about how they have waived all credit card and mortgage payments (for now) of anyone in the region effected by the hurricane. How exactly a person who lost everything including their home& job would make a house payment is beside the point. It sounds nice enough until the very end when the little disclaimer voice says 'interest will continue to accrue during the deferred period'


Nice! We will still be screwing you, even as you sleep in the Astro dome.


Couldn't waive that interest for a few months huh? Sweet. This does not surprise me, but the fact that they would advertise it does.

blame

So the Feds slow response was Bush's fault.

Feel better?

It's certainly refreshing to hear a public figure accept even partial responsibility for anything, I can't help feeling somewhat cynical. What's the angle? Why take responsibility for something that you had little to do with, when you insist on sticking by your Iraq idea.

Probably just a ploy to keep Iraq of the front page for another day. I fear there will never be enough other news to make that one go away.

Grasping is moosey

I like to watch survivor..sorry it's true. This isn't the same thing as thinking it's good, but in the eyes of the network and advertisers it's no matter. In... erm reality, I like to see who I find the most loathsome, and make fun of everyone. This season is off to a good start, we have cute girl who's a big Chiefs fan, and a former NFL QB who's worried about being recognized. It's funny cause the guy was one of the most forgettable NFL players ever. And those are the players I like.

I suppose I'm just happy to be home by 7 tonight.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Greek advice

Back when I worked at Sound Warehouse, I would often get advice from the Greek guys who ran the beer store next door. The best advice they ever gave was simply 'go to work, if you don't work you spend your money, you chase women....it's better to go to work'

This was the best advice ever. It was basically the Greek beer store version of 'the devil will find work for idle hands' but because it had money and women it caught my attention more fully.

So on Monday when I worked over 11 hours and today when I worked nearly 12, I take heart in the knowledge that I didn't have time to spend or chase.

Forgive me blogging community, I know it's not much.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Nuthin'

I worked 11 hours today, and none of it was noteworthy. I'm gonna be pretty busy the next week or so.

Some people are taking their teams too seriously.

Some bitch got in my teammates face on Friday, WTF? we are in a low level coed league, and this bitch is talking all animated and ghetto like it's the Springer show. People are silly.

There was lots of drama this weekend..I blame myself.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Are you ready for some asswhip

Are we really going to have to hear that same Tim McGraw song every week? It doesn't help that it will have different NFL themed lyrics each time.

'I like Favre I love Favre I want some more of Favre'

Tim's a bit slick for my tastes, and I have heard some of his songs that I didn't hate, but that one is brutal. Who are these people sitting in focus groups and telling ABC that we like bad country songs with special NFL lyrics? WTF?

All my rowdy friends can suck it.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

One

I hate the morbidity (possible word invention there) of the body count. If you lose someone you care about, it doesn't matter what the count was, one was enough.

I refuse to lose sight of the real human cost (perhaps on a more personal level) of this modern day Pompeii.

If it had been your grandfather in the nursing home, there's really only one of those 25,000 body bags that matters.

I regret making a joke or two in the first days of the hurricane, but honestly we had no idea.

Be good to each other, cause we are guaranteed nothing.

Bombs away

I just had a bomb dropped on me.

I took this job in part because I liked my would be boss, and since he'd been there for 4 years (stability by modern corporate standards) I liked coming into an established setting.

So today on my 8th day with the company, he announces his resignation as he's accepted a job in Austin. I have two weeks to learn it all, not only my job, but his as well...go!

This could very easily be good news as I will have an inside track at a serious promotion in record time, but the downside is this will be nuts for a while.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Crash

I liked the movie crash, you have to suspend disbelief pretty hard, but it's good. Nowadays so many movies are predictable, or based on a crappy TV show, that it's refreshing to not know where you are going with a film.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Note to self

they are called Snackwells, not eat-them-all-in-one-sittingwells.


ass


I may have stated the Stones should give it up, but the first track on their new album has given me pause. It's a dirty rocker, that's reminiscent of 'When the whip comes down' and it ain't bad at all. A full review will follow.

It can't be a bad weekend when OU, A& M , and Miami all lose..can it?

USA spanked Mexico to qualify for World cup 2006

FC Dallas continued it's free fall, and there seems to be no end in sight. We were reduced to chanting 'we haven't won in two months'

Isn't there a Nostradamus quatrain about the maritime city?...aw screw it, N just threw a bunch of stuff up against the wall to see what stuck, and then had the rest of time to find a match. I'm gonna try it;

One day the redbird of the desert will be crowned NFC champs

Okay it may take some time.

Monday, September 05, 2005

ronco

Remember that glass cutting set that was supposed to make drinking glasses out of beer bottles?

'Say those Micheloeb bottles make for a stylish set of glasses'

Drinking glasses were a big player in the 70's, every fast food restaurant would give away a series of glasses.

Why were so impressed with the drinking glass?

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Rise like an ember in your name

If you are able to stay in bed for hours listening to Van Morrison and making love...do it! You'll look back on those precious hours with such fondness, trust me on this one. It doesn't last forever, so cherish your time well wasted.

Those days are over for me.

Friday, September 02, 2005

looting is just alright with me

I take back my earlier comments about looting, the situation is so dire I will no longer judge. It does seem odd to focus on electronics when people are dying, but people are in survival mode so who's to say.

The shoot to kill thing is disturbing. Looting in an effort to survive shouldn't be a capital offence in my opinion.

I think it's harsh to blame Bush for our lack of preparedness, but I don't think he should get a pass either. A lot of bad stuff has gone down on his watch..a lot, and he's got us busy looking for WMD's (nope, I'll never let go of that detail, cause that was the reason cited for going)

$3.00 a gallon of gas
wars we can't win, with ill-equipped troops
crappy healthcare
poverty

Ah bless your heart don't you worry about it, just put on your Toby Keith cd, and polish your magnetic ribbon. Oh and go shopping, remeber that was the answer after 911..buying stuff.

These are dark times

weekend grab bag

I'm going to write the following possibilities on a small slips of paper, and then pull one out of a hat. The winning slip will dictate my weekend plan.

Buy sports car

get radical haircut

go on a tri-state killing spree

Half baked experimentations with eastern religion

Surf the net for weird porn

And the winner is......whew! what a relief 'surf the net for weird porn wins again.

on my own

I'm in a weird place right now. I haven't bonded with anyone at work, and I eat alone at home during lunch...

This will take some getting used to.....