Couple Grammes of Soma

The importance of being earnest struck me in a most unusual way yesterday afternoon. While holding onto one of my ears, (which I didn’t mind since they are quite large and handle like) CAW reminded me of my offering to offer him a mint. He’s got social engineering skills to boot. His relentless pursuit of mints well illustrated to me the need for earnest endeavor. Shallow perhaps. But He did get a mint. More than once. Results are hard to argue with. On the other hand, people are quite easy to argue with. Far less productive though. Than results that is. Hmm, although, oh never mind.

Last night, I had a most disquieting dream. I even woke up, well, became conscious of the fact that it was a dream, numerous times and still continued to be deeply disturbed by it. It presented me with a situation so eternally frightening that I would repeatedly get caught up in the terrible possibility that it was actually happening. I did eventually wake up, make coffee and go to work. Yet I was deeply disturbed. I cannot imagine how it must be to have dreams that are disturbing on a regular basis. Normally my dreams consist of things much like this blog, things which in themselves have little to no merit in life. I often find them rather pleasant, dreams that is. Needless to say I did not sleep soundly and my heart goes out (I wonder if I actually know what that means) to those that are disturbed by their dreams. How very very perplexing.

The above is likely far to personal to be an appropriate thing to share in such a public way. Yet I hope it will not permanently damage my standing with anyone.

I’m a fan of powder blue. I own numerous things that are that color. I wonder if some intellectual could twist such a liking into a deep explanation of my attitude and personality. The dare is there if anyone considers themselves intellectual enough. Likely not though.

In the past few weeks, (when I say few, I mean three) I have made two mp3 cd’s for playback in my car. They average 140 tracks. However, my cd player, seems to be fixated on only recognizing 66 to 64 tracks and not playing any others. That is very much not what I like. I am considering replacing said cd player. Or should I call it the cd track picker and chooser and maker of frustration for KM. You tell me.

Simple minded people are still people. Even if I do state the obvious.

“I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular…

…When you say it’s gonna happen “now”
well, when exactly do you mean?
see I’ve already waited too long
and all my hope is gone”

On monday, I learned an important lesson. Extreme gargling can make you pukin’ sick. In the not good way. CAW as I like to call him found that out after some really hardcore gargling. Thankfully, he had recently only had water. So it was pretty clean puke. Long days in service teach things thought unteachable. I feel a 12 hour day comin on.

Today I started amassing material for a work related gallery or project. It will probably just be lots of pictures of CJ. But I did get some high quality video of the old broomstick himself acting the fool. Laughs are to be expected. Followed by deep concern for his potential to reproduce.

Can “super” Target really have any legitimate hold on the term “super” if it closes at 10:00 pm? Even Albertsons is open 24-hours. Why do I ask? I was in search of a bright green bed sheet one evening. Wal-Mart did not have the flavor I needed. So I was turning to Target. It was closed though. All it’s “superness” must have been used up by 10:00 pm. Why do I, one who doesn’t even own a bed need a bed sheet you ask? To use as a makeshift green screen I reply in a charming and isn’t it obvious even though I know it’s not tone. I left out much that would of been helpful in that last sentence. CHROMA KEY GREEN. It makes the background synthetic.

“I walked through the city limits
Attracted by some force within it
Around the corner where a puppet lay
A wire fence
where the children play
And I was looking for a friend of mine
Yeah, looking for a friend of mine

The car screeched
in the sand and dust
Metallic blue turned red with rust
Still defied all by guiding you
Turned on to a night with you
And I was looking for a friend of mine
Yeah, looking for a friend of mine”

I was finally able to get gallery running again. I’ve been using flickr and it was working alright. But I really like Gallery better. It seems to load everything faster and not be as much of an advertising mougle.

However I seem to have lost pretty much my entire picture collection. I have some remnants of it. I am working on getting an older back up working again but for some reason right now it isn’t cooperating.

Right now I’m working on a design for some stickers. SKU CLOTHING.

Caller ID feeds my suspicions. Just because I’m paranoid, does not mean “they” aren’t out to get me.

One head came around the corner, I knew what it looked like. Not what I wanted it to. Not a situation I was looking forward to. I could only imagine the conclusions that were being drawn. On all sides of the situation. Would I be given the benefit of the doubt? What exactly was the benefit of the doubt. As things stood, there was no doubt. There were six eyes that took in the facts. Three brains that drew conclusions. If I were to confront a situation that only existed in my head, would I solve the problem or create it. I can’t keep up with everyone, they all have their own motives. The more it happens the more I worry, and at the same rate, am amused by my own arrogant notions that I am actually keeping abreast of the reality. When the fact is, I also, am along for the ride. I can’t stop what I’m not sure is happening. At least not without sacrifice. There is only one thing left to do, or one thing left to do that I will mention. Wait and see. Then do the kindest thing I can think of. (That is actually three things.)

Reads like I’ve got a lot on my mind. My computer is finally closer to being set up in a way that will be conducive to lots of time wasting. What will be the fruitage? You’ll see. But will you remember?

“Friends don’t waste wine when there’s words to sell.”

-77-

Learning is quite a process. All those stages. Then factor in perspective. WHOA! Learning the same lesson from a different perspective. That is huge. But in a few years I may have a different perspective.

“I’ll never be your beast of burden…”

Georgia, in a word, was many many many words. Encouraging to say the least. Good things. Good things. Pictures are up in a special gallery. You can find them under links on your right, my right also for those of you that are myself. If you want a picture in a higher quality file, ask.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl…”

If you see my dog double running around ask to see it’s passport. It’s important.

On a lighter note, I gained no weight this past week. But ate plenty. Went to my first meeting in LM, it was nice. I liked it quite nicely.

If you answer a question that wasn’t asked, can you blame people for not caring? Synthetically speaking of course.

What happened in GA stays in GA. 8 of us will never be the same.

“…Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be”

A bond of trust
Has been abused
Something of value
May be lost
Give up your job
Squander your cash - be rash
Just hold on to your friends

There are more than enough
To fight and oppose
Why waste good time
Fighting the people you like
Who will fall defending your name
Oh, don’t feel so ashamed
To have friends

But now you only call me
When you’re feeling depressed
When you feel happy i’m
So far from your mind
My patience is stretched
My loyalty vexed
Oh, you’re losing all of your friends

Hold on to your friends
Hold on to your friends
Resist - or move on
Be mad, be rash
Smoke and explode
Sell all of your clothes
Just bear in mind :
Oh, there just might come a time
When you need some friends
-Steven Morrissey

What is to follow? I can’t see around the corner. Neither can anyone else. I may not be the best son. Truly a sad realization. Not new, but noteworthy nonetheless.

Have you check out the New York Public Library’s Digital Library? It’s incredible. Huge. Exhaustive. Symantics matter most when you are trying to prove someone else wrong. Have you ever noticed how easy it is to pick apart a written statement? Once you put it down in writing, or perhaps record it in audio, thats it. You have just loaded a gun and handed it to all of your enemys. I guess that’s why many spend a lot of time tweaking what they record and write. Logical. Perhaps I have the whole thing upside down.

Interestingly the definition of platonic was much more percise than I had once imagined.

Pla·ton·ic (plə-tŏn’ĭk, plā-) pronunciation
adj.

1. Of, relating to, or characteristic of Plato or his philosophy: Platonic dialogues; Platonic ontology.
2. often platonic Transcending physical desire and tending toward the purely spiritual or ideal: platonic love.
3. often platonic Speculative or theoretical.

I can’t decide if it ment what I thought or not. I’m just to fickle for that kind of a decision.

Packing is what I should be doing now. I have washed some things. Sleep soundly, worry not. Farewell. Tomarrow,….WE RIDE!!!!