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Got passed up for trade school. This is not a bad thing. Have better work on the horizon, might be getting into politics! 

You know, it gets really old when people assume you're a homosexual. I mean, really, I know that I kinda put off the air because I dress
 up rather nicely for no other reason than I want to, I'm clean shaven, smell good, neat and don't hit on every free bit of leg in sight. Sure maybe I can't dance worth a crap but I can hold a lengthy conversation over a multitude of subjects ranging from classical music to science fiction, to the aesthetic qualities of so called "modern art" with some pimply faced steam-punk wannabe who honestly wouldn't know what nouveau was if it walked up and smacked her in the face. Get some fucking culture you rednecks!

I guess being something of a gentleman these days automatically makes you a chicken choker here in the good old south. Christ I need to move to the west coast or at least get a job in a higher class environment where I won't get shit for thinking that monogamy should be a popular pastime instead of frequenting dive bars to pick up women with low self esteem.


Then again I've always felt that men in leather who like playing in the dirt may be on to something.

Sometimes I worry that I am seen as a far to serious individual who is incapable of having 'fun'

I would like to think that I'm fun but now that I think about it, I've never actually been told that I am a fun individual. Only that I'm a good man because I do the dishes and take out the trash in houses that don't belong to me. I am beginning to worry that I was born into the role of a housewife.

Happy Birthday me. Time to go get hammered on really expensive beer.

awesome song titles. Here they are, in all their glory!


From, "Behold the Fuck Thunder" their last album with a total track time of roughly  9 minutes and 18 seconds...

Track Listing:
1. Whoa, Frankenstein! I didn’t program you to make out with boys!
2. Let’s fall in love over AIM so we can fuck when we meet at Cornerstone.
3. It sure does get lonely out here in the boondocks. Thank god for cock.
4. Call me old-fashioned, but I think trains are kick-ass.
5. Girl, are you pregnant? It’s not my fault! You seduced me!
6. Did you ever notice that “stat” is “tats” backward? Dude, that’s so tribal.
7. Cheeseburger Karma 2004: A Jam Odyssey.
8. Pssst! Hey, the lord is awesome. Pass it on.
9. My other car is a centaur.
10. Killing the wheelchair-bound as they exit church with missiles fired from helicopters is my milieu.
11. Are you there, God? Please help me stop masturbating.


Another very focused album from way back in 2003, "Splosion!"  this 13 minute brutality is simply that: brutal.

Track Listing:
1. Hey, Goth Girl, Isn’t It a Little Hot to be Wearing Pants?
2. A Rhetorical Question: What Do Christian Kids Talk About?  (Ex: “God is Awesome!”  “Totally!”)
3. I Don’t Lift Weights to Impress the Bitches.  I Lift Weights to Knock a Sucka’s Teeth Out.
4. Three East Steps to Digging Up and Reanimating Your Ass, Only to Rock It Into the Ground Once Again.
5. You’re Fired, You’re Fired, You’re Fired.  Goddman It, I’m Spike Lee.
6. Hey, Girl, Are You Down With Bacteria?  And If So, Would You Like to See the Inside of Our Van?
7. Oh, My God.  Omigod.  Ohhhhh my god.  I Thought Nail Guns Had a Safety.
8. I’m Pretty Sure I Got My Cat Pregnant.
9. They Say the People Elect the Government They Deserve, But I Don’t Remember Knife-Raping Any Retarded Nuns.

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My housemate seemingly had an appointment with a guy for a swimming pool. He drove all the way from dallas (174 miles exactly) to spend 3 minutes looking at the backyard because Roger missed the appointment. I tried to give him gas money but he wouldn't take it. I could see the defeat and anger in his eyes and wish that I could actually have done something to help the guy.

I feel bad now.

I just went outside and stood in a rather large thunderstorm for a while. It was rather nice. 

I just got a bill from CTMC for the injury I suffered while working at the Inn, a bill which was supposed to be covered by them. I shall make copies, pay the bill then demand some variety of compensation as that is what I was told would happen.

On today, the last day of my vacation I will be reading a book and doing pricing to build a new computer as Mom's has decided to have epileptic fits every 15 minutes or so.

I don't particularly enjoy holidays. Most of the time they only serve as a reminder of the hateful holidays of my youth. Later after the first hotdogs are broiled and the first beers consumed I often am drawn back to the fact that my 'family' consists of a geriatric drunkard, a jaded human resource lady, a traveler, one bipolar, one semi-normal person, and a drama queen. Ironically enough, this is what a lot of families look like so I guess mine isn't that special after all.

So I guess instead of going uot and blowing stuff up, getting drunk and cooking hot dogs like every other full blooded american; I'll sit around getting drunk and playing Oblivion until Travis calls or maybe Adrian. I hope everyone doesn't forget me...

Today I woke up late. Had odd dreams about peanut butter coming in 50 pound sacks like flour and cutting it up to feed to machines that make computer chips. I did my satire reading today. It was moderately amusing. The crowd came by and watched me read, it was nice. I've been told repeatedly that I need to go to Poetry night. It seems that "Open Mic Night" is actually only "Open Mic Night" if you're playing music. A piano player gave me a demo Cd which I will listen to and maybe upload to SA if I am feeling charitable.

I got a smile from a bio-chem major. It made me feel appreciated. Maybe it is my Paul Newman haircut.



Happy July 4th everyone. Have joy that you live int he greatest nation on this little dirtball. Now go watch some Hulk Hogan and drink beer till you bust.

Yesterday I paid roughly $4 for a professional massage. It was quite nice. She commented on exactly how screwed up my shoulders are and told me in no uncertain terms that I need to stop carrying the weight of the world around. Spent some time chilling with Kels and Mr. B. I read the satire,  "Barefoot Boy With Cheek" aloud for  few hours because it was entertaining.  I might have to go buy a microphone so I can record this book.

Today I go do computer classes for old folks and return some books. Huzzah.

Edit: Tomorrow I shall be performing the first two chapters of "Barefoot Boy with Cheek," a satire about college life written in 1943, at the Tantra Coffee Shop in San Marcos. If you're in the locality (which I know most of you are not) please feel free to stop by around 8ish and enjoy.

Day 2: I played a lot of Half Life 2 today. Almost halfway finished. Read a good book, ate some eel sushi. It was good.

Day 3: Today I had my interview for the plumber guys. Took about 5 minutes, hopefully they let me in. They said the letters of recommendation submitted by the Porter guys and Burns look very good on my record. A good handshake will take you far in this world. Time to go possibly get beer and visit Travis. I like having some time off. I slept in late today, it was very nice. I had odd dreams about highschool and people I have not seen in a long time. Some part of me wants to go see them and find out how the world has been treating their adventures through life. I wonder how Fraiser is enjoying school in Florida. Hopefully it is everything she had hoped for. She should have gone to UT, but hey I can understand wanting to get away from the overbearing thumb of your parental figures.

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I got pulled over today for going 53 in a 55 zone. Oh the indignity. Luckily I got away with a warning for not changing my address when I moved. I have now done so. What a friendly officer for reminding me to do that. Thanks LEO! :=D 

Ask me about being socially retarded because I lived in the boonies for to long and didn't understand social dynamics until I read about them in books written for men more hopeless than I. 

Thanks to the internet and the coldheartedness of mankind, Mythbusters is canceled and Adam savage is now dead via two self inflicted gunshot wounds to the head. 

I was stumbling on the internet today and came across these rather amusing aphorisms.

Got transfered to Samsung. Whee here I come 40 mile one way trip through the worst of Austin traffic.  I get to start tomorrow, so YAY tackling the worst that Austin drivers have to offer on a friday! I am so excited that I spent the past two hours on the google maps making alternate routes.


Jesus this is going to slaughter my gas budget. Now I will be commuting twice the distance that I was before! Huzzah $400 a month gas bill. I am hoping I get laid off relatively fast so I can get a job in far south Austin again at maybe that solar power plant or the new Saint Edwards wing. Sure it will be hot, but it would be worth the cost savings and, dare I say, having two and a half hours of my life back that would otherwise be lost to shitty austin drivers.

I will be without a job on friday. Maybe now I can go work on my tan. 

I adore a woman who I am completely incompatible with. What the hell human nature, what the hell.