nah, i didn't go to work at all today.
got sick of it. my ankle has
been bitten by the new doc marten shoe bug and was throbbing last night
so i blew work off completely. fuck it, i'm tired of it. tomorrow
could be a shear hell since what will have most likely happened is
instead of anyone picking up my slacker attitude, the secretary will
just have scheduled everything for tomorrow, so i'll most likely have
to do in one day what even I do in one, which is usually more than most
people do in 4 hours, so i'll be squarely fucked. but it's friday.
so
i'm doubtin' you'll hear a pip-squeek out of me, dear.
the lazer has bit the dust. now it's
your hit music station. i don't
believe it. here they are touting all their b.s. about how they're
the
sole survivor of the alternative scene and they're out the door, mixing
top 40 hits with their pseudo-alternative music. i listened the other
day hearing this nasty ass top 40 hip-hop pop song (there is good
hip-hop out there, but this wasn't with it), thinking the dj must have
flipped a lid and decided to play some odd shit while knowing all along
the lazer follows a strict protocol of regimented play lists; so i was
only hoping upon all hope this particular dj had just lost it and
decided they were walking out at the end of their shift to find greener
radio pastures. the prayers ended this morning when i heard an
announcement for the upcoming brandi song, and while brandi is pretty
as hell and can sing with the best of them she just doesn't cut it in
this boy's music world. if i were to have had a car wreck on the
spot
i would have had an alibi for not paying attention. you want
alternative, tune into to kjhk, lawrence, where you never know what the
hell the dj will come up with. 90.7 fm. good luck finding it
out of
lee's scummit. in fact, you may have problems getting into it across
the state line. it's a weak signal that just about covers most of
johnson county. didn't used to travel outside of lawrence but they
got
a boost in power early this year. no commercials, just PSA's and
some
odd as hell music, depending on the mood of the person behind the
booth. true pirate style radio. pizza pizza.
the whore fest encounter returned last
night. things are odd with us.
we haven't spoken to each other in a week, her mom is moving back into
town and probably in with her while they both look for a larger place,
i'm moving further away from her so it won't be so easy to see each
other without an extended drive. she worries we won't survive, but
we've been through all that before. it's just strange because we
sort
of know we won't be seeing much of each other for awhile.
ah, yes, those chiefs supporters (sort of an oxymoron at this point)
out there on the streets of kc today, trying to hand out papers of the
home opener. bleh. i didn't see one car stop to pick one up
(paper
that is). the cheerleaders were getting ready to spread their legs
on
the corner of southwest trafficway and 31st street (strategically
located near the fox 4 broadcast center so they could do some LIVE
coverage). i probably missed a few accidents as numerous not quite
yet
awake in the brain but they sure got enough blood in them to make up a
quick morning wood male drivers strained their necks to get a peek.
vroooommmm, vroooooommmm, baby, get your engines ready. drink a beer,
spit some chew, hoot and hollar like a wildcat, baby. hope you come
visit us in NASCAR country soon, darlin'.
and a NASCAR weekend it shall be.
gentlemen, start your engines. i
may opt for grubby in all respects: appearance, hygiene, habits,
gestures, the spoken word, etc. take my worst clothing. skip
the
shower. shovel some chew in my jaw and spit while i'm talking, between
picking the seeds out of my teeth. talk like a hick. a girl's
gotta
fit in, ya know?
yea, it's red friday. apparently, because two honeys were passing out papers at my very office, though as I locked the jeep and neared the front door, they scurried across the parking lot in their little skirties to greet (a/k/a FLIRT WITH) the suits across the parking lot at the OTHER mama telco building. sooooooooo, i did manage to dodge THOSE chicklings, though i then walked directly under the two workmen who were perched high up on the pole (don't get any funny ideas), sanding the white putty they stuck all over the thing yesterday (ok, it DOES seems so masturbatory in nature, no?? two guys polishing their poles, rubbing away like there's no tomorrow), whilst the white dust fell all over my hair (metaphors crowding my mind.......), and my new jacket and shirt. all this unbeknownst to me, of course, until a co-worker brought it to my attention that my, how my hair was graying. i KNEW something was up, because i have a very, very close relationship with my hairdresser, know what i mean? one look down (at my black sweater and red jacket) and i saw the white powder all over me.
great way to start the day, no? in the bathroom knocking the stuff off the [NEW] outfit and trying to get the stuff out of my [formerly] good hair day.
you and the kate will be fine, just maybe a little less whoring for a time. which you're both very accustomed to. oh, you just wait. maybe you'll even see MORE of each other after you move, and after mama moves in with her. she'll be DYING for an escape, and lo and behold is a onsite, built in, ready to go BABYSITTER.
a whoring you shall go. a whoring you shall go. hi, ho the cherry OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH, a whoring you shall go.
why why why must i go a trashin' tomorrow????
my weekend was great really, but this morning
at work turned into the
usual pile of what everyone else didn't
do while i was gone, and this
woman who PRETENDS to work here (not our
secretary) tried to schedule
an 8 a.m. vacation on my return.
uh, NO. i'm not doing it (or doink
it for that matter). uh. so
the guy comes in (he didn't pull out
obviously) at 8:45 asking where we are
and how he TRIED to get us to
schedule it a month ago (way too far ahead
in MY crystal ball, baby)
and he TRIED to this and that and he's
CLEAR over on the other side of
town and i didn't CALL him on the mobile
number he left for the very
same woman who couldn't write it down
properly; yes, the very same one
who thought (or DIDN'T think) it would
be a bright idea to piss me off
with an early morning inspection and a
schedule that only a WORKER
could love on the day AFTER a four day
weekend; and how he woes and
whines and aches in his tired old belly
because i can't do it right
now as i point at the schedule previously
referred to as hell and
state that it ain't gonna happen this
morning, but i'll get to it
sometime today, hand me your keys, i'll
mail you the check, now get
your butt on outta here, thank you very
much.
i'd say italy, but i'd probably feel bomb
tremors, so cancel that.
ITALY IS COOL. WINE. PASTA. SONG. BUT
NO, BOMB TREMORS SCARE THE DOO
DOO OUT OF ME TOO TOO)
i'd be on a tropical island with 80 (OR
90) degree weather, 20%
humidity (SCRATCH THE HUMIDITY), a pina
colada in my hand (poured into
freshly cut coconut, of course) (MAKE
MINE A STRAWBERRY MARGARITA, WITH
A LITTLE UMBRELLA IN A BIG ASS GREEN MARGARITA
GLASS), a blue-green,
crystal clear sea in front of me, (NO
WAVES, YEP YEP) a few small boats
with white sails (AND OUR PRIVATE YACHT
NAMED "HORSIE DOO"), two or
three beautifully tanned babes (AND DUDES)
snorkeling with their butts
(PENISES) raised above the calm
water and no one else on the island,
not a hint of civilization (NOBODY BUT
ME, YOU, THOSE BUTTS AND
PENISES, YUMMY YUM YUM).
at the touch of a button, the island would
turn into an art deco
paradise, complete with suave hotels,
bars; a house (10,000 SQUARE FEET
MINUMUM) with a swimming pool (INDOOR,
OUTDOOR, SWIM UP TO BAR), hot
tub (THAT SEATS 20), limousines, movie
stars (BRENDAN FRASIER, WHO
TENDS TO ME AND THE BAR), texas tea (YOUR
NEW CAPPUCINO MACHINE, I
ASSUME??), black gold and the beverly
hillbillies (UH, NO, NOT THOSE
GUYS).
so i guess i'd really rather be in the
holo-deck, captain. HOW 'BOUT
ANTIGUA INSTEAD, BABY? MEET YA THERE.
how 'bout you? UH. LIKE COUNT ME IN, AND STUFF.
i can see you worrying and scurrying about
your pants, your blouse,
your hair, in the middle of a midtown
that doesn't exist, lost
somewhere beyond a desert highway, cool
wind in your hair. rising up
in the distance you saw a shimmering light
and the alien ship invaded
your brain taking your vision along for
the ride.
breaker one nine, NASCAR mama here, yea i got my ears on, bandit, you little rascal you.
oh, the weekend wasn't HALF as bad as i made it out to be. i now know how to dust & wax a race car, pack the parachute, clean the windows, tow the thing with a 4-wheeler, disassemble the hood, hood scoop, and set the valves.
reminds me of an "artist formerly known as prince" song......
she's got skills. (oh yea, baby's got skills)
she's go the potion and the motion
to ___ my emotion
she's got SKILLS.
that's me, baby. SKILLS. oh, there was an ABUNDANCE of white trash, you would have DIED at the spectators. next time i'll know to:
1. show up a day early and prepare a "camp sight" to be able to see the race, and invite all my family that is inbred;
2. NOT to forget my 1963 rusted out ford flatbed truck, with old couch and chairs to substitute for bleachers.
3. boycott brushing my teeth, dress worse.
lessons learned. glad you thought of me. more glad that you were enjoying a good booze & whore, spontaneous style. that stuff just doesn't happen often enough, no?
caught an episode of cow & chicken recently, where cow wins a contest and gets to ride a rocket to the moon. of course the other astronauts forgot to fuel the engine, so cow is stuck in outer space, when chicken sling shots himself into orbit to save her, though she saves him first.
ze baby is fine, but ze yahoo is not, no?
damn thing keeps flakin' on
me. gotta force feed this mule the data before it runs into a brick
wall. i'll betcha i just try to send this thing a flyin' and i get
no
data, or better yet, an illegal mail box state. call the cia, the
nsa,
the fbi, get 'em down here to waco, yahoo quick.
did the full moon whore last night.
that's sort of like a full monty
but much more fun. my body and mind doth reject work in a major way.
wednesday i'm bored out of my mind, sitting around doing nothink and i
leave 3 hours early. thursday i leave 5 hours early and take today
off
with permission from my boss. of course, today everyone wants a piece
of this meal, but i'm nowhere to be found. i'm sucking down a
quadruple espresso latee, iced of course, and getting ready to enjoy
the weekend. i've been scurrying around from here to there, selling
books, mailing videos, talking to dealers in high end audio equipment,
etc. my life is a changin'. times, they are a changin' (you
can hear
the strained voice of bob dylan in the background, can't you?). how's
my dear? still got that telco heat on?
no full moon whoring here. glad you did, tho.
i'm giving more than enough to mama telco these days. no time for much else. i'm a home today, working for mama. went to crawford's this morning to replace the motors in the driver AND passenger windows that stopped working 2+ months ago. now the moon roof is threatening to do the same. and the transmission is clunking like it will fall out of the jeep at any given moment. i've had that looked at, and the big intimidating guy tells me it's my imagination. fucker. hubby even called up about it....he has contacts there....and lo and behold, a new "alert" comes out this week on the 99s about this very problem. so he assures the hubster it will be fixed whilst i am there and do you think that happened? oh no. and maybe, just maybe, if one of these fuckers could POSSIBLY find it in their heart to communicate with MUWAH, then maybe that could have happened too, but no. no no no. talk is cheap, it seems. and my time (4 hours today, and 4 visits to the dealer prior.....3 hours each) is for nuthink.
so what be shaking with yo fine self today, my sweet? who owns your
ass today?
hmmm, is this a lease from hell or what?
sorry to hear it. i hate
leases. i like having cars paid off when they're done. mine
won't be
soon enough, i'll tell you that. bleh, i just want to snooze all
day.
snooze and whore, snooze and whore. ah, such is life. i'll
get killed
with work monday, i'll place bets on it. for now i care not.
i'll be
screaming later. hope you have a grand weekend, free from nascar
races. you'll be locked into another one soon, so beware.
mama telco and mci a problem? don't think so. look what happened
with
chrysler/benz. no problems there and i don't see a difference really.
besides, there are all kinds of smaller companies popping up, which
opens the can for the big guys to get together. hell, why not att
join
the lot? no problem. still got smaller companies at their heels and
if
those big boys don't watch it the residential business will leave their
asses with the larger companies right behind them (time warner will
take you all for what you're worth). now THAT i can see being a
problem, when t/w steps up and wants to buy two or three large telecom
companies. we've got anti-trust here, but reno has it if the wind
blows up her skirt the wrong direction.
yea, it's a lease. thought i'd try
it on for size. i've purchased everything in the past. though,
with new car prices going so high, and me keeping cars for only 2-3 years,
i wasn't building any equity anyway. i just screwed up with i picked
this particular suv. i'm putting off reading the fine print on the
lease....the section that speaks about how to get out of the thing.
probably something like getting out of a 401-K. they take 40% or
more for penalty. but it's
not THAT bad, it just pisses me off that
i get the FIRST new car i've ever had, and already i've been to the shop
with it more than my last 2 cars together.
you should be outside perfecting your tan. uh. or something. btw, telco/mci is NOTHINK like benz/chrysler. all this will do, provided it ever gets anywhere and i'm counting on the fact that it WILL NOT, is create another mega company for the justice department to knock back down.
yeah, it's much like chrysler/benz.
you should jump ship. i wouldn't
want to work for the company man. i'd hate it. the pay and
benes
would be great, but the bullshit would tire me to no end. all this
will do is slow down the long distance price wars a bit, and create
higher prices for end-user fees (in-your-end-oh fees) because the big
boys will charge the small fry more to use their lines and the consumer
will pay out the ass for it, hence the end-user fee terminology, which
fits like a glove. now i wouldn't doubt that reno will try to file some
frivolous action against them, but she can't really because the deal
would have to be cleared by them first to begin with, or the fcc, or
somebody and you can't have one government entity saying okay and the
other entity saying 'whoa, horsey' without a major lawsuit on your
hands, now can we?
oh, this is the best news ever, speaking of mergers, nation's bank is
getting their ass sued by a legal team for overcharging and
overassessing fees to consumers (as if we don't know what put that arm
of the company under). class action netting each consumer
approximately $50. i love it. BEFORE those assholes nickel
and dimed
me to death i bailed.
you are stubborn as a mule. it is NOT, i repeat, NOT like chrysler benz. in THAT example, one company was global, and one domestic. one high price, one affordable. they had assets that each other needed and thus a merger was born. they merged to cover the spectrum of price and quality. bottom to top.
mci and telco on the other hand are very much alike. both domestic, both with [basically] the same assets, with some noted exceptions such as pcs (which will NOT be part of the deal). the only thing the merger will create is (1) a company to rival the giant at&t in size, (2) less jobs and more layoffs, and (3) more for janet reno to bitch about which i support.
deutsche and telco, on the other hand, have a REASON to merge. they have assets that the other desperately needs. in joining, they can provide things together in the market that each could not do alone. value.
can you GET IT NOW??? anyway, i guess
i don't really care what happens. the future is wireless anyway.
you think time warner is the way. i BOLDLY disagree, and tell you
that unless they make a wireless play, all they have is cable and internet
that slows as more users
subscribe. end of story. they
don't have fat enough pipes to do better. they would be better with
a telco, and try to get all three markets: cable, internet and long distance.
much of this won't matter anyway. but if i were a betting woman, i'd put my money in the wireless carriers. long distance is going away, dalink. as soon as voice of ip is here and it reliable (and it ain't that far away) you'll see a big change.
i agree, wireless will be our way for long
distance and total phone
service, but the net will not be able to cope with wireless for quite
some time. that's where the full service shit with cable will kick
in
and take over. the home will be connected with cable connections
for
phone, television, appliances (yes all of them), internet service, on
line digital video, music, etc. sisco predicts this and i agree with
their prediction. consumers will opt for that choice, or (most likely
AND) local and long distance wireless phone service. the price of
the
package for the cable thing may just price the wireless thing out of
the market, or people will need and opt for both options since they're
so mobile to begin with. think about sitting at your
television/computer and conferencing it all up via cable speaker phone
while laying down in that leather couch, margarita in hand, and tell me
the casual in home user will go wireless for their in house
conversations. i'll bet against that any day of the year. i
think the
casual consumer will use both systems in the end. they like it in
the
end, baby. and i believe time warner will set up shop with a wireless
provider soon and they control much more media than
telco/mci/deutschland ever thought about controlling. does this
conversation mean a damn thing anyway? it's fascinating, darling,
but
you know, my mind is going and in the end (there's that topic of love
again) none of this means shit. just something for miss reno to get
her panties out of kilter for.
i don't disagree with what you're saying. but look at the new pcs phone with display and internet. it's sexy, babe and it WORKS. it's out there, too.
maybe a better point (since we seem to be going tit for tat) is that the companies are surely morphing. cable companies morphing into something with value (for a change). long distance companies morphing into isp's. cellular companies morphine into isp's and content providers.
'tis truly the advent of the merger. but merging just to be the biggest, baddest company on the block (telco & mci) is not a good strategy. telco with a german company, we get global, they get domestic. we got wireless. all we lack is cable. we tried cable (had 3 partners and spun them off) because they didn't know how to (or more appropriately, nobody knew how to) play nice nice together, so we split. agree, the telco/cable partnership is healthy & strong. but it lacks wireless. both are gaining internet. technology works in both places, but cable is slow (when add more subscribers) and wireless is small (hard to see on the screen size, which btw is growing).
i don't like small screens, baby.
i like the wide-open field, the more
push for my end-oh. i'm small, i want large. give it to me,
baby,
uh-huh, uh-huh. and if wireless and the small boy toy are the wave
of
the future i'll laugh my ass off. it'll be a flash in the pan,
neato-gimmicko-gotta-have-for-the-geek-in-the-office sort of toy and
then it'll die just like the little nintendo machines did. the wave
of
the future is, and always will be, the couch potato bring me everything
to one place, let me control all functions from the chair and a mobile
unit in my car and that will be the way to go. you got three places
you hang at the most: the car, the couch, the office. supply
services
and merge them to THOSE prime-time locations, and i mean every
available form of communication and control, and you're the ONE, the
right one, baby, and don't you forget it. you can tap into that shit
with the little mobile units that create fun in the sun, fly off the
wall, cheap, diversionary entertainment, but those, in my world, will
be ACCESSORIES and not the big boy i want so much. you know i love
ya,
baby. now bring me some cow and chicken a la mode, honey. jus'
one
touch of your button, and you'll be feelin' better. youser.
vrrooommm, vrrooomooom, honey, can you change my gears for the big
daddy? swing me some grit, baby (spit, spit). now fetch me
a beer.
does this mean everything is approved, and you officially have the barney lair? when does he move? when do you [officially] move? did you give notice on your apartment? is your pussy nervous yet? those kitties can get SOOOOOOO upset with the smallest of moves, like moving a chair from one side of the room to another, or god forbid you move their litter box. you're bound to have wads of furballs and assorted vomit over a REAL move of this magnitude. note: purchase disinfectant. quickly.
chris rock gets away with MURDER. i love him. amazing that he has any friends at all, as nothink is off limits with him. he defines RAW, no?
i love the old snl, which is what was showcased. gilda radner, eddie murphy, martin short, steve martin, lorraine newman, dennis miller. that's when it was REALLY funny.
i had the weirdest dream last night.
i dreamed the jeep would not steer properly, and it was raining hard (wonder
where i got THAT idea), and i ran off the highway and landed on the roof
of an applebee's restaurant. did a lot of damage and i was physically
beaten about the
car. so hubby (who is following
me, and witnesses the entire event) suggests we go inside and grab a table,
order some food, and discuss the disaster rationally with the manager.
the ultimate in frustrating dreams. like i just got in a wreck and
i'm hurting and bleeding all
over, and you want some freaking chicken
wings and beer? i could have killed him. but no.
you talk about a fucking nightmare.
swb says i'm with worldcom, then i
say i'm with atn, then i call 'atn' and they say i'm not with them at
all but with america's telenetwork, which also uses the atn name, which
is in fact supposed to be a reseller of mci/worldcom's system, which
has me as their provider BUT i'm with this atn company that resells
their shit so i have a carrier blah blah blah and i'm fucking calling 3
dozen people to figure out whom, in fact, i have as my long distance
provider so that i can assure myself that the company gets transferred
along with my phone service even though swb says they'd do it they
won't guarantee shit so i'd better call them and i'm finally on the
right track but i'm hung up on by the automated system because
apparently they're too busy to take calls right now, thank you very
much. all of this bullshit because mci/worldcom can't seem to provide
long distance to anyone for 9 cents a minute WITHOUT monthly fees of
$4.95 and up. if the bastards would just offer the shit at the right
price to begin with people wouldn't be jumping from one company to
another every two weeks to get the best rates. so now i call the
'other' atn and they say they're associate with telco and not with
worldcom and i should call their asses back to see who my provider is
(as i've done before so many times). i have no idea who my provider
is. now mci says no, we don't have an active account. atn says
no
way, even though i signed up with them two months ago. apparently
no
one has me as their provider. i'm about ten seconds away from
canceling all of my long distance accounts and never making a long
distance call again. why isn't there a way to tell who the hell your
LD carrier is by pinging the phone? that's ridiculous as well.
all
this modern technology for nothing.
i don't like today, but when i have i really?
i go home for a quick
lunch and my electricity's out. god knows if it'll be there when
i get
back. i'll hate life if it isn't. i'm way too busy most of
the day
and now i'm bored, have things to do but can't do them because i'm
waiting on other people to do what they have to do so i can do what i
do so well. ever have that problem? you can't get your work
done
because you're relying on the input of others and you've got a half
dozen odds and ends scraps of paper staring at you asking you why they
can't be removed from your various desks.
this bozo i had planned on making a sale to (expensive stereo gear
auctioned at ebay) has taken over 6 weeks to attempt to finalize the
purchase of the item. i told him i sold it and warned him not less
than two weeks ago to follow through with an agreed upon portion of the
transaction or i will back out of the deal. so today (over 2 weeks
later) he e-mails me and says he's shipping me another box for the
other unit (which should have been done around 4 weeks ago at best) and
the rest of the funds (which were supposed to be done COD only).
what
the fuck's up with that shit? i told him i sold them, and gave him
plenty of warning before doing so as in 'if i don't receive the other
box by the end of this week (some two weeks ago) i'm backing out of the
sale'. i hear nothing from him at all until today. oh, i did hear
something. it was 'i'll get the box to you asap'. yeah, right.
no
deal. he gave me a deposit and as far as i'm concerned it's
non-refundable. if he begs me for it and threatens to sue, i'll give
him only part of that deposit back, minus what ebay charged me for
commission, baby. i can't get that back after 60 days, so he can
kiss
my hiney. it's funny how ebay has this statement that if you agree
to
sell something you're legally obligated and they have no contract
whatsoever. i guess it would be dependent upon local state contract
but how do two persons across the country every legally hammer out
anything with state law varying from state to state? an interesting
problem, no?
hellfino, how that is when i don't even
know what it is, let alone what
is is.
don't forget the little NSA in bed with the telecom companies as well,
baby.
yahoo is scorin' and whorin' this evening. damn.
the gas company cut gas tonight when they were supposed to cut it next
month on the 29th. fucking morons. i knew this move wouldn't
be
smooth. i knew one of those dumbshit utilities would fuck up a wet
dream. at least i don't rely on it for heat. that's the landlord's
baby, not that he's turned it on yet, the asshole.
yah, the hoo is whoring and i wish i was.
work today is busy, but good
because it's friday, otherwise i'd have to kill someone. got a meeting
real quick, donuts and such. so i gotta go. glad you are easing
up.
let's all move to memphis, darling. nascar abounds. chew me.
well, i dunno, i had an okay weekend.
kind of boring really. how
'bout you? i'm sure things will get much more interesting in the
coming weeks. i'm taking the 18th through the 22nd off for a pre
move
or post move fiesta, who knows which? i should start to move in more
heavily (le pant, le pant) after this weekend, so we'll see how things
go. work is boring me to tears already, i'll have loads to do when
i
get back. bleh. no nascar racing this weekend? no 'let's
move on
down to memphis' calls this weekend? hubby would LOVE that, i'm sure.
be right down there with the locals and the buddies.
INSTRUCTIONS FOR LIFE
0. Eat much brown rice.
1. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
2. Memorize your favorite poem.
3. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have, or sleep
all you
want.
4. When you say, "I love you", mean it.
5. When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye.
6. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
7. Believe in love at first sight.
8. Never laugh at anyone's dreams.
9. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's
the
only
way to live life completely.
10. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
11. Don't judge people by their relatives.
12. Talk slowly but think quickly.
13. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer
smile
and ask,"Why do you want to know?"
14. Remember that great love and great achievements involve
great risk.
15. Call your mum.
16. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.
17. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
18. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for
others;
Responsibility for all your actions.
19. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
20. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate
steps to
correct it.
21. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it
in
your
voice.
22. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older,
their
conversational skills will be as important as any other.
23. Spend some time alone.
24. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
25. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
26. Read more books and watch less TV.
27. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and
think
back, you'll get to enjoy it a second time.
28. Trust in God but lock your car.
29. A loving atmosphere in your home is so important, so do
all you
can to create a tranquil harmonious home.
30. In disagreements with loved ones, deal with the current
situation. Don't bring up the past.
31. Read between the lines.
32. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
33. Be gentle with the earth.
34. Pray. There's immeasurable power in it.
35. Never interrupt when you are being flattered.
36. Mind your own business.
37. Don't trust a man/woman who doesn't close his/her eyes
when you
kiss.
38. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.
39. If you make a lot of money, put it to use helping others
while
you are living. That is wealth's greatest satisfaction.
40. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a
stroke
of
luck.
41. Learn the rules then break some.
42. Remember that the best relationship is one where your love
for
each other is greater than your need for each other.
43. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to
get
it.
44. Remember that your character is your destiny.
45. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.
baby doll, let's all go down to memphis,
let's all go down to memphis.
good that only mci took telco. the CEO's and owner must be smiling
all the way to the bank. hope everything stays calm for you and the
city and they don't make any wild decisions. mci should move here.
period. i vote for that.
just taking a break in my day to tell ya i miss you and love you.
you're the best. don't you forget it. you make a chicken proud.
cow and chicken yesterday was hilarious
with chicken eating the frosted
coffee flakes and being wired for three days. hope you saw it, you
could probably use some humor. hope things don't change too
drastically for you.
oh yes. i did manage to catch cow & chicken yesterday. did you see SOW and chicken too? HYSTERICAL, i must say. love that show.
i'm just being thoughtful. i'm okay,
you're okay. sounds like the
makings for a good book already written some years ago. yeah, i've
seen the sow and chicken episode. i never laughed so hard (laghted)
as
i did with the coffee flakes episode. man, that was a screamer.
SHUT
YOUR PIE HOLE. amazing that woman does her voice and ma's voice too.
of course, all the rest are done by one person. how to get into
character, geez.
i'm bored to tears, riding out the rest
of the day and week. saturday
i move the rest of the big stuff with a work buddy. won't take but
a
few hours is my best guess. borrowed his van last week and moved
a
bunch of small chairs and what not. didn't take long. the van
is a
wreck though. the brakes barely worked the entire time. i thought
i'd
die and go straight to hell along i-35, the path to hell, but i got
lucky i guess. he's since had the brakes fixed and will be driving
this weekend as far as i'm concerned. 'nah, i'll follow ya'.
images
of fireballs abound. whatcha been doin', cow? you know, most
women
don't like to be called 'cow', so it is with great affection that i use
this name. i jus' wanna goooo hoommmmmmmeeeee. moooooooooooo.
chicken,
cow in training today. back of room.
internet connection. nobody can see screen.
cool, huh? let's play..............cow
going CWAZY.
HUNGWY, too.
chicken leg?
cow DYINK......
vewy vewy slow death............
no chicken contact......................
you no eat a my chicken leg, cow. you so horngry, you love me long time. me love you LONG, LONG time.
if me were alive.............
please revive. big lunch at yaya's. need a snappy.
i got your snappy. i'm getting ready
to head out the front door to the
white mister 2, which is at my shop getting herself lubed up and ready
for some more action. i got the baja winter wheels and tires on it
so
i can sit around and wait for it to snow in the next three months.
probably won't happen. wish i could chat but the day is short and
my
time is modified. besides for the last couple of days the office
has
been a bit crowded. no private land line time to gab.
what's new, chicken? told anybody to SHUT YER PIEHOLE today? it wouldn't be monday if you didn't.
i bet you're whirling around like a texas dust storm in july. doin' more in 4 than ordinary folks in 8. leaving nothing but wreckage in your path-o-fury.
how's my boy this hot summer day?
silly wabbit, i'm not doin' nuthin' but
loungin'. i gots to lounge. i
can't believe they removed us from cartoon cartoon fridays. man,
the
nerve.
dalink,
it's time to write the book, my friend.
THE book. i suppose the "merger" has pushed me to pursue something
different. and since i work in business development (most new business
being on HOLD for the next year until the regulators bless this mess and
the powers that be
receive permission to collectively
fire our asses), i have the time to (1) better myself professionally,
and (2) write more (i.e., FINISH something, in preparation for the
big career change which may or may not ever arrive, but which WILL
at least be pursued on a part time basis).
are you in?
here's the plan. the book will be in diary form, with excerpts of email chats between you and me. we start anew. we meet again, perhaps in the exact same way, and the banter begins. all BOOK emails will bear the subject line "chat" .... all others (normal, every day, non-book stuff) can say whatever. for book stuff, i need to distinguish which folder to file in, for future reference. we will, in essence, pursue two parallel paths. both friendships (current & proposed), though one more mature than the other. dig?
moo. this has been a cow production. over & out.
sounds great, but uh, i, like, threw the
safety deposit box out the
door, my fairy princess friend. i don't get it. i mean, i do,
but
then we have that cut and paste document that's so fun and such a good
beginning, don't we? or is it just me? are you faking again?
that
pretty much sums up our ability to banter with the best of them, no?
otherwise we ain't got much limb to stand on. so we he have this
chat
line in the subject and what the hell does it mean, other than we write
about our lives in typical fashion for the world to see and we go back
to edit it later. i'm IN the clubhouse. character names are
good. we
could call the book 'why don't we do this thing?' or 'let's do this
thing', hell, i dunno. don't much care. i mentioned some other
nonsensical b.s. earlier and it fell into the abyss of silence. get
me
started, give me a jump start and a quickie to get the balls rollin'.
rollin', rollin', rollin' RAWHIDE. oohhh, baby.
baby doll, don't you know you're supposed
to get a drop of 40 degrees
and potential rain on saturday? planning weddings in october is
dangerous. they're coming inside, trust me. no one's getting married
on a 40 degree day with clouds and no sun in the outdoors. looks
like
you're going to be spared possibly. accuweather says 58 and a shower
in the morning. cloudy though. not much sun. better have
those 3
piece suits on, the girls with full underlings, etc. they were talking
possible snow on sunday as of yesterday. weather channel is down
for
the count. usually their forecasts differ from each other slightly but
show a pretty good average, unlike our local clowns who glamorize
forecast swings on the order of 10 degrees as if they were used car
dealers.
i'm a movin' the movin' up to today.
gonna strike at the big stuff
like a cobra mid day and get it rollin' rollin' rollin'. i don't
feel
like burning tomorrow doing it and it'll be more glum. i need all
the
upbeat i can get to motivate. i'm already sore as hell. my
back doth
protest. maybe enough pain pills and beer would do a body good. mmmmm,
got beer? so i'm outta here no later than noon to get me settled in.
the pussy is just gonna have to freak it tonight. poor thing.
not
sure she even suspects it just yet, but the picture will be clear as
day when i take her spot beside me in bed down and out the door.
day is fine. you stimulate the economy
with those greenbacks. i've
been doing a bit of the same but trying to keep stable on stuff until i
figure out how much bills cost around this place. they shouldn't
be
too bad. the good news is i owe on the house and the car and that's
it. no credit card debt. it's gone. and i got a few pennies
in the
bank, which i'm hoping to hold on to a bit of. unfortunately i've
got
to buy s couple of track lights, etc., and they're not cheap in the
halogen variety. not bad though but after spending $150 on two more
of
them my bank account starts squealin' like a pig. just hanging around
being lazy. contemplating returning the cable box to the nasty cable
people. i do so hate to run errands when i have nothing to do but one
thing on the agenda. makes me ill. i suppose i could run by
the
apartment and get a few last bits of marble and a halogen lamp i
forgot, but i can do that later when i meet my friend so he can pick up
one last art piece. bleh. other than that i'm not doing much
of
anything. i look around at the few boxes i have and don't want to
do
much with them. i guess i'm being about as lazy as i can, more or
less. isn't that what vacations are for?
sounds like you've got the plan, baby. oh, behave. you devil.
i'm
prying my vcr open to tape crash, a cronenberg film, adapted from the
j.g. ballard novel of the same variety (written 25 years previous)
about auto-eroticism (not of the automatic variety but of the vehicular
variety). i remember reading the novel some 10 or so years ago and
enjoying it and rosanne arquette is in it, along with holly hunter and
the spader-man, and i can't resist arquette in a decent movie (and
she's had some stupid ones) for the life of me, so i'm there. yes,
she's another one of my mortal beloveds. i don't know why really.
she's not gorgeous, but her eyes and child-like whimsical flirtations
tickle my bone, baby.
bleh, off this terminal for now. i'm terminated on the terminal.
my
eyes thank me later. beer and dinner time. yum.
it's friday. and i'd like to tell
somebody to "shut yer pie hole" just to do it, but no. i'll refrain.
i'm going riding this weekend. have 3 that need worked out and the
weather should cooperate, so that will be nice. no wedding to plan
for. no where to go. nuthink i must do.
how nice.
holly hunter. funny you should mention
HER. last night whilst i was
avoiding watching the one actually decent
chiefs game, i watched the
last half of a movie called "copy cat"
and holly hunter and sigourney
weaver were the female leads. have
you seen it? about a serial killer
that imitates the (well known, well documented)
crimes of others.
aside from being rather gory and graphic
subject matter, this movie was
so well done. can't wait to catch
the first half. holly was
fantastic.
work is work and it's pissing me off because
i have a shitload of
inspections tomorrow and this absolute dumbass contractor is asking
when i'll be at his pier inspection so i chewed barbara's head off
saying i wasn't doing shit and i have no idea. poor lady. i
abuse her
all the time when i'm in one of my moods. of course, council is so
frantic here i don't know what will come of their agenda to investigate
this department (no one else seems worthy) for salaries, necessity of
personnel, etc. the chief building inspector at gardner resigned
effective immediately and there's a lot of hub-bub about that too.
of
course, gardner didn't pay him jack. i was making almost as much
when
i was with kcmo. now THAT'S pathetic. i don't know how he put
up with
it to begin with. he applied for this job as well and i beat him
out
of it.
this job we issued a permit for did so much shit we told them not to do
and now they're using a paint booth without our approval and shit like
that is really getting to me. you give them an inch and they take
a
mile and that shit isn't going to fly with me. i feel like dragging
their asses to court and shutting their building down. that's how
bad
it irritates me right now because every mom and pop asshole does it to
me.
i can't wait to get out of here and forget about this place. i've
been
coming in at 7 and leaving at 3. that's how much i want to get away
before the end of the day.
i do hope your day and week are more boring than mine. well, not
boring but less busy.
wow, now THAT was a good rant. one
of your best.