Ok, so I know we've been through this one before, and it wasn't pretty, but it looks as if we'll revisit it: The bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. You call them "Unnecessary." No. As has been pointed out in the past, the bombing of those two cities with nuclear weapons killed no more people than would have died in the sustained bombings and ground invasion that would have been necessary otherwise. The choice to use atomic bombs saved many lives, both for the Allies and for the Empire of Japan. It brought the war to a close much sooner than would have been possible with conventional techniques.

Bin Laden's "demands" have been more or less the same all along; and in fact they have been the same as all Arab extremists for some time: to end the existence of the Israeli state. Their attacks upon the United States have been because of our continuing support of the Israelis. If you new history or current world events, or were capable of pulling your head out of your ass, you'd have known what the hell is going on around you.

ter·ror·ism
n.
The unlawful use or threatened use of force or violence by a person or an organized group against people or property with the intention of intimidating or coercing societies or governments, often for ideological or political reasons.

Pretty simple.
Their methods of intimidation in this case are designed to make Americans afraid to go about our day-to-day activities. If we let them, they've won half the battle.

Onward.

Hell of a week. Alex Zanardi lost both his legs in a crash yesterday in CART racing. That sucks majorly. But Juan Pablo Montoya got his first F1 win at Monza. That's pretty cool. So a melancholy week altogether. Ok maybe not even as good as melancholy. Pretty shitty all around really. Melancholy for motorsports though.

Later.

well, duke, a couple of things on your post. unlike most everyone on this board i am not totally anti-bush. i don't think he's the greatest president we will ever have but maybe not the worst. anyhow, the speech written after the incident? people are payed at the white house to be able to spout out speeches like that in a small amount of time. and the president awkwardly pausing while making the speech? one who reads a speech for the first time having had it delivered to them moments before taking the podium is bound to make some pauses and errors. not to sound malicious but get over the conspiracy theory. why is it so ubelievable that a known terrorist who claimed he was planning an attack on the US three weeks prior to the WTC incident and was also known to be training his cohorts in the art of jet flight? now understand that i am not a patriot. for the most part what mud said about nationalism and patriotism is true for me as well. i mourn the loss of life as i mourn the loss of life from the unnecessary bombings of nagasaki and hiroshima. i will not change my religious practice and bow my head because of this. i will not change my political stance and sing the national anthem when i get no satisfaction from it. but i give the nation in which i reside and its CEO the benefit of the doubt. who knows? maybe it is a "wag the dog" case taken a bit farther but until i see some hard evidence of that, two planes crashing into the WTC is enough for me to point a finger at terrorism. and about terrorism, where were bin ladin's demands when he bombed the american embassies in africa? terrorism's goal is suggested in its name. to strike terror in its target. now i don't know the exact definition of 'terrorism' but terror is defined as: a state of intense fear. -ism is defined as: act, practice, or process. thusly i assume it to mean the act, practice or process of causing an state of intense fear. which has been accomplished by whomever did this deed. but maybe i'm just simple.

that's it.

curiousity...

To Bonnie and/or Aaron.

If you don't mind me asking, I am curious as to what happened between you two... you used to be so close... ?

Steve, man you took the words right out of my mouth (?keyboard?)
I agree with you mostly, except whether or not the air force shot the fourth plane down.....I don't think they did. I don't know, maybe they did after all.....but either way it doesn't matter. The fact that the only other casualties were a few shrubs and maybe some field mice is beyond good.

Penis, to add my two cents, it is not required to be humble to be intellectual, but if one isn't humble, they look like a dickhead. No, wait, strike that, they are a dickhead. If you say you're smart, you are a fool for letting it be known. The only people who make a point of their intelligence are dipshits, trying to bring to attention that they may have a specific talent or area of strength, when in actuality that is their only talent. Usually. If you can actually discern the difference between your anus and a fence-post hole, you’ll realize that if people know you’re smart, they hold you on a different level and expect more from you than from anyone else. The teacher among us can speak to the truth in that. Not that it’s a bad thing, that’s just the way it is.

Basically:
If you’re confident in yourself and intelligent at the same time; you’re confident in your intelligence, and of yourself. Which is fine, in and of itself. But when you share that confidence, you become a stuck-up, conceited ass. Which is exactly how you came off in that post.


Wow, that was really disjointed. If it wasn’t late, I’d fix it. Right now I just don’t have it in me to make what I just said easily comprehendible. Organizing thoughts isn’t easy when they are going every which way except in the way you want. Yeah.


Jesse-you may want to back up your site, and have your sister do the same....I sense the need for a hard drive init coming on, and I don’t much like it. Things is not right, to say the least. I’m going to be trying some system repair in the coming days (during the week, I left all of my Mac stuff at work for the weekend, oops), but the end result will be a clean install, and I’ll be doing it with an OS I’ve restored only a few times. I’d like to go on record as saying, the classic/OS X dual OS-inside-a-shell thing Apple came up with works extraordinarily well, until it doesn’t. At this point the whole thing is working on being FUBAR. To answer you’re email about perl-no. not yet. But after I get this thing working, we’ll talk. There’s also a possibility it may be down for a while for logic board replacement. The external video doesn’t seem to work, and I may get it fixed before warranty runs out (the part is $800 so I’d rather Apple foot the bill)
Just a warning.

Ugh.

Later.

My dad was just explaining to me about putting my toothbrush and razor in some certain places after using them. Said something about clutter and neatness.
I don't understand this. Isn't it all the same clutter anyway, no matter how you arrange it. Why do it any one particular way, or any way at all ?.. the same things strewn about in some reasonless pattern prefered arrangements are vacuouse. Is it for the illusion that there can be order to things ?..

I alone in mutters of a croud

All summer I have writing been doing.. I have lived only for that. Nothing left to say .... Here is what I have, an incomprehensible clutter of ambiguouse ideas. Complex random and ugly matters of opinion. Words carelessly thrown into a junk heap of bad emotions. Eyes make better doors than windows

I work a 54 hour week. Write it on a napkin if you think it.
Time is nothing.There is none for me. An impersnal croud passers by.
I work a 12 hour day.. Sitting tired not thinking moving making job go done. Why am I doing ?
I get time and escape drinking by thinking .. or was that other way around ?
Not eating, drinking, getting sick and make you sick and
hard cock sucked Mmmm random drunken girl
Touching stranger, sickly ghost, worn out image of human excriment,
and next day waking early
hot tub bathing listening and drinking for escaping life..
Constantly I think of ending me.
I am a parade of images, birrage of lies, and testemony to waste.
I image of regret in countenance of fear for losing my nothing is..
who want to exist in room filled with razorblades that randomly placed cut you for no reason ?
Eat my melencholy appel jacks.
Apathy the icepick of my happiness is not an option.
Join me for roccoco bergose emotion..
Eat my apple jacks..
these are my on the tip of my tounge my what is the word me dreaming bohemian daydreams..
Shadows cast from sun drenched buildings in the light of my dark daymare ...
night exctasy of life in or without time, reason, being stable
I'd scratch the itch if I know where ......................................... ME

humans move randomly, coalesce abitrarily. Learning pattern storage with survival premise. There can be no meaning to chaos, no reason for the way of things. No need to move or change or stay. Nothing is but what I say... awake but tired in a listless croud. We do not choose body or mind. what is an individual ? Institutions, Ideas, styles, arbitrary come together. Vortex in a torrent seathing river. Adult eyes vacant, searching. Children wide eyed wondering. Excitement lingers on dirty fingertips... bifurcation is no I ..

Welcome to me existing. Who can ask for less ? where is my reality playbook?.....humanity a random coalescing of ideas.. Time so fast, can't keep up. Choking on a new resolution. I can't give up. Someone help me. Mother are you there ?.. I recieve a blank and empty stare ......

.................................................. I agree with Duke in one way, and Emo, Bradbury, and Bonnie in another. I'm the middle man ..................................................

I WAS going to start today off with a *BANG* - but thanks to Josie - aint happenin.

anywho...
we will begin with what I listened to in the car enroute to work today,
while ( i must mention ) I drove by cars decorated with american flags.
... three of them, to be exact. and two mortorcycles.

Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
Play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buying all the products that they're selling ya
They say jump
Ya say how high
Ya brain dead
Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a bullet in ya head

a bullet in ya head
a bullet in ya head

a bullet in ya head
a bullet in ya head

a bullet in ya head
a bullet in ya head

a bullet in ya head
a bullet in ya head

a bullet in ya head
Ya got a bullet in ya fuckin' head.

fun fun. I was feeling a bit pestered and "stamped out" by the seemingly newly acquired sense of pride in the country.
did you hear on the radio that MOBY is getting FLAK for insinuating that the FBI and CIA are responsible for the whole "tragedy" - and he might have lost a close friend in the whole ordeal... ordeal -- I prefer that word over " tragedy " --- the coming couple of months will seem like one big long fourth of july. You can hear it on the radios, too. All day I listened to the radio, being that I was on wetlok and had nothing better to do. And guess what. COMMERCIALS are quick to run in. Every other commercial, be it about carpeting, cleaning supplies, LAZE-BOY couches - you name it / had some sort of plug about " American freedom " and so on.

EXPRESS THAT YOU LOVE AMERICA BY BUYING MORE PRODUCTS
{ cue patriotic music }

I almost cried, really.
On the oldies station I heard the rendition of " America, America, God shed his face ( yes, face ) on thee. "
FIVE TIMES in EIGHT HOURS.

in closing.
this is the best country to be living in, at the moment.
I say again, the best.
but it doesnt mean that there never will be anything better.
or that there is no other possiblity of something being better.
and I dont believe much in patriotism. and nationalism.
go figure.

Yes, I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise
Conformity
Assimiliation
Submission
Ignorance
Hyporicsy
Brutality
The elite
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which
are American dreams

" bang? "

I just got home from my brother's. Everyone's high again. depressing.

However, it did get me first post.

Two things

First - Nostradamus?! Are you kidding? Read his stuff; it is incomprehensible. Look, I am Nostradamus. In the darkness of the deep lough the terrible chicken rises with a mighty roar and smites the field mouse with a patina covered urn.

Second - Any churchies out there? I posed this question to one today and got a less than satisfactory answer. Why should we pray for the injured and dead? Will they not get into heaven if no one prays? Will they get a nicer harp and halo and the best cloud in heaven if we do?

Gotta go. The lightening bolt is going to strike me dead soon for being a blasphemor.

Yes I agree with Bonnie...it's not that people have changed their minds about the gripes they had, only realized that their problems were, all in all, pretty insignificant. Sometimes it takes a nasty thing like this for people to remember that life is better now than it ever has been. The complaints that people are coming up with now are really pathetic. It doesn't amount as much to "fair-weather" (or unfair-weather, if you will) patriotism, it's more "holy crap look what I have, someone wants to take it away" patriotism. It's not as much that people died (which in and of it self sucks), it's that it was caused by an act of war by an outside entity. If 5,000 people died in an earthquake or hurricane, that wouldn’t have the same effect of unity that this is having (wait, didn’t like 7,000 just die in Central America due to a hurricane?).

Every other civilized (if there is such a thing) country in the world is with us in this. They took a moment of silence in Moscow today. They even flew the Russian flag at half-staff. Think about that. 15 years ago, in all of our lifetimes, they would have been suspects. Now they are willing to help us with whatever we do against those that planned this.

The military has already started to call up 50,000 reserves, and there is talk of calling up 1,000,000 total. That’s not for a task of cleanup and defense. That’s an invasion force. A large force at that. Probably won’t happen, but that politicians are discussing it is scary enough. We all better hope that they don’t need to start a draft for whatever they come up with. Well, I don’t need to worry, they won’t take me (so there are advantages to being seven feet tall).

Ugh.

Later.

I think I support Jesse to the fullest!

I am an American, and I am proud of that. I have a unique prospective as compared to most of you-perhaps all, I don't know-in that I was not always considered a citizen of any country due to what amounts to a filing error. So don't go thinking I'm denouncing America or her people.

This whole thing has upset me because of fake patriotism. I see people waving their flags, showing how they love this country,and can't help but think, "Wait a second-On Monday, didn't I hear you talking about the injustice in this country, how you didn't resect its leaders, how you'd rather be somewhere else? Where was this spirit last week? I thought you -supported- burning flags." I can't take "Well, I did last week!" as a good enough answer.

Today, I dropped by Bethel to discuss Jerry Falwell's comments this moring with Miss Devlin. Her husband is acting like the rest of American-when-convient Americans. There is some 'god bless America' or whatever poster hanging up in the hallway-and on the bottom, someone signed 'Fuck the Pakies!'. That's sheer ignorance from someone who I'm sure didn't even know Pakistan existed on Monday evening. That seems to be the general spirit these days.

Or actions will, I'm certain, be swift and devastating to whoever we eventually decide did this. and afterwards, when the drone of war is forgotten and the citizens of New York and Washington DC fade into the background, the same people who are proud to be Americans today will go back to their usual ignorance of the world and disrespect for thier elected officials, military protectors, and educators.

To think I wanted to post about [excitement!!!] how I finally saw Mr.Hitler today.

hmmm.... You have a good point there Mightier. hehe... but I'm not going to get into that right now! :)

I'm thinking that no one ever reads my posts, I don't blame them, in fact I FEEL for them. hehehe... I'm repetitive, childish, and boring to the extreme as far as I've been able to percieve. But I guess that doesn't really matter at all. :D I'm in a very good mood, if anyone cares to know. I didn't do my usual acts that I do to avoic bordom. YES! :)

So yeah... My friends over here are out partying tonight, and I'm stuck here at home on the computer. Oh well, at least I won't have a big hangover like they will in the morning. Always look on the bright side they say, WELL SCREW THAT. hihi... Next weekend I will have fun going along with all of them. I intend to stay sober, that way when everyone is passed out on the floor, I can... (insert whatever). LOL... I am waaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy to hyper right now. I think I will go for a walk. how fun, a walk under the cloudy midnight sky! haha...

I miss pizza, american pizza that is. Over here it's not even half as greasy and they actually make it from scratch. They have a lot more choices then we do, some really odd ones... like banana and so forth, the childrens pizza is the size of a normal medium back home, and it's 40:- at this one plase I went to. That is $4 american money. The big boys pizza is 80:- ($8). The McDonalds and Burger King here make their food so it looks like the commercials on tv, only it's not plastic! Tastes great, though I miss the soggy bun, limp salad, totally mangled hamburgers we have at home. :)

This, from a Canadian newspaper, no less, is worth sharing.

America: The Good Neighbor.

Widespread but only partial news coverage was given recently to a
remarkable editorial broadcast from Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian
television commentator. What follows is the full text of his trenchant
remarks as printed in the Congressional Record:

"This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most
generous and possibly the least appreciated people on all the earth.

Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy were lifted out
of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars
and forgave other billions in debts. None of these countries is today
paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States.

When France was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who
propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the
streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it.

When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries
in to help. This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by
tornadoes. Nobody helped.

The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars into
discouraged countries. Now newspapers in those countries are writing about
the decadent, warmongering Americans.

I'd like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the
erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplane. Does any
other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the
Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC10? If so, why don't they fly them?
Why do all the International lines except Russia fly American Planes?

Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or woman on
the moon? You talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios. You
talk about German technocracy, and you get automobiles. You talk about
American technocracy, and you find men on the moon - not once, but
several times and safely home again.

You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store
window for everybody to look at. Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued
and hounded. They are here on our streets, and most of them, unless they
are breaking Canadian laws, are getting American dollars from ma and pa at
home to spend here.

When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through
age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad
and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose.
Both are still broken.

I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other
people in trouble. Can you name me even one time when someone else raced
to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even
during the San Francisco earthquake.

Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who is damned
tired of hearing them get kicked around. They will come out of this thing
with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their
nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope
Canada is not one of those.

Stand proud, America!"


hehehe... that is all for me. Now for that cloudy night stroll. hej då - Tarwyn

damnit DS.
I was going to say I was just goading you.
but then you used it in your post.
damnit.
so now I'm just going to have to say " pushing your buttons "
or " provoking you " - to what end I dont know.
damnit.
dont use words Im going to use.
whuuuuuuuuuuurgh.

poopies.
bed for me.

Damn it. I hate terrorists! I hate them! You know why? Today I was minding my own business, watching a documentary on the great and wonderful Shannon Hoon when, all of the sudden, the frickin' news station interrupts to tell em that they found a box in the Pentagon. WTF?!? Interrupting my wonderful Shannon-moment! This means war!

Oh, yeah-and I wanted that Wonderful Bradbury's opinion of '72 Cadillacs.

Hmm.....I thought Nostradamus said "city of god" not "city of york"

I don't care if you don't want to know why I yell at fourteen-year-old kids, I will tell you anyway.

A) First, they are not 14. That is not germane as to why I yell at them; it is simply that they are actually 16 and 17.

B) There are "smart" kids in class (no, Aaron, I am not talking about you) who think, "I am going to show the other kids just how smart I am and how dumb the teacher is by saying she is wrong." The "dumb" kids hear the "smart" kid say, "You are wrong, teacher," and they think, "Oh, the teacher is dumber than the kid!"

So, I can let the "smart" kid look smart while I look stupid and the class loses faith in my abilities or better still I can prove that I am indeed correct.

C) Now, this is presupposing that anyone besides the "smart" kid is listening. But what "smart" kids learns is "Don't mess with the bull, mister, 'cause you'll get the horns." (that is from The Breakfast Club, profound isn't it.)

I know, I could blow it off. What do I care if they all hate me and think I am stupid? It is not a popularity contest. But I have this thing where being "right" is super-duper important to me. I probably would not care if they were not so rude about it but I am easily goaded into a fight.

And, not mud, I am sorry that I told you to go forth and sexually gratify yourself. I was wrong. Oh, what's that? An admission of err. See, I can admit I am wrong, if I am indeed wrong.

SEE!!!!! DAMMIT!!!!!!!!

bordom, I love bordom... because that is what I have all day!!! haha... I'm getting sick of hearing about the 'terrorist attack' that occured in USA.. The Swede's are all talking about it, and I understand them... dammit! I learn the language to quickly! :P

You know how I've been passing my time? Collecting weird little figurines, doin highly detailed pictures on wooden boxes, and then going out and painting other weird little figurines... hehehe... me losing my mind at tiems. Living in KUMLA is a pain in the but at times. We have the biggest, and the "meanest" people in sweden in a large yellow prison not to far away.I have only ever heard the sirens of emergency vehicles ONCE!!!!! la le looooppppppttttiiiiieeeeeedddddoooooooooooooo!!! haha - hihihi.... and a one two three. I'd call to my friends back in the states, but they are all in school or at work. :P

Okay, enough raving for now... hej då - Tarwyn

It is becoming depressing that :

I AM LIVING TO WORK
NOT WORKING TO LIVE

...
united we stand.
divided we burn moslem churches to the ground.

I have never read Nostradamus so I have no idea if he even wrote this. A friend forwarded it to me and I thought it was amusing. I am now preparing for an avalanche of criticism from Markus. -Octavia

"In the year of the new century and nine months,
From the sky will come a great King of Terror...
The sky will burn at forty-five degrees.
Fire approaches the great new city..."

"In the city of york there will be a great collapse,
2 twin brothers torn apart by chaos
while the fortress falls the great leader will succumb
third big war will begin when the big city is burning"

- NOSTRADAMUS, Century 6, Quatrain 97

That was some funny shit, emo....

Later.

Someone had a lot of time on their hands with that one... -Oct.

check this out -
tired of going to blogger.com to post?

take all of the following text :

javascript:Q='';if(top.frames.length==0)Q=document.selection.createRange().text;void(btw=window.open('http://www.blogger.com/blog_form_pop-upE.pyra?b=1346163&t='+escape(Q)+'&u='+escape(location.href)+'&n='+escape(document.title),'bloggerForm','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=300,left=75,top=175,status=yes'));btw.focus();


and then copy/paste it into your web-browser address area.
hit enter - a little box will show up.
you might have to even " login " to blogger.
this is what I use to post.

Also - if you're using MIE - in the address bar to the far left there is a little paper with an "e" on it. Click & Drag this onto your "links" tab. then right click the big box that is there, and go to " rename " -- rename it to " quick blog " and then next time you want to post / just click on "quick blog" ... the box will pop up and then all you have to do is hit post/publish right then and there.

of course - you could have all done this by going to blogger.com and clicking on the 'settings' button that is availabe - at at the bottom of the settings page there is a thing called " Browser Shortcuts " which would have done exactly what I just told you to do.

WHEE :)

Blogger is sooooo slooooooooooooow today. I think Chandra Levy was flying one of those planes yesterday. Ok that was a sick joke. But I am a bored house wife. I have tons of time to think of these things. I also think Weird Revolution sucks ass. There, I said my say. Comments? Advice? -Octavia ps- I was actually quite horrified with yesterdays events.

Joy ride carny folk see million absent eyed insect people
walk in droning hords a croud attract a croud
and there overweaight and coated in a film of greese are thousands
devouring frozen butter glutton candy soda sick greasy fried amphibians licking fingers
eyes bulging absently
the empty souls of grotesque misfortunate beings
staring at sugare coated children
Hide the candy under glass they touche it constantly.
Greasy film layer of human residues all sticky on it
shit covered fingers bulg with fat intention smear and slime and slip all over glass covers
each one touching chlidren touching licking obese lips of desireous want leaving shit behind
desease transmitted and I laughing at insect people hords of millions like roaches RAID!
Hating one another for a chance to wait a second.
Hate eachother insect people slipping slimy shit on one another fucking in the bathrooms
sucking at parts of fatty glutton frozen butters.
Fucking in the dark ..
sticking filth in the mouths of children Hard Cock for death of one by poisoning of shit from glass
Sickly obese women raging hunger for calories and death march to glutton music.
Fat pussy juices coated dollar bills exchanged for shit covered candies.
Dead skin falls a soft snowlike drift builds as one hundred thousand fat insects dine on shit and cum and dead skin fallen hair....
God I love the Fair ................................................................Regards Mike

Subsitance has always been enough
Now I want more
I want out of all of this work a day ethic
I want time to get bored again
I loved my life when all the time I had was my own
Now I get $7.00/hr for my time
I stand there for hours at end
Yesterday I stood around for 9hrs
Today I will stand around for 12hrs
doing almost nothing
After the fair I am going to fix my car
I am going to work for UPS $8.00/hr four/five hours a night
I am going to join the union and get good medical/dental
I am going to get another job too
Working in the mornings and afternoons
To save up enough money
Attend community college
Attend college
Get a better Job
By the time I am fifty I will have time again
But I will have forgotten what to do with it
I miss my life
I used to live
I no longer live
Is it worth it ... working for bread and water ??

oh....

Emo, loved your Nostradamus thing. I agree with Mud in the sense that it won't effect me unless it hits home in a big way, and Josephine is right, blood bank only have so much room! hehe... me go now. for good, or maybe not... who knows! LOL... I'm loosing my mind from bordom right now. buh-bye! :)

I got the first post at 8:49 am... that is sad. oh well!!! I WAS FIRST.... MuHaHAhAHAHaHA :)

la la la... How interesting. that you for all those neeto things Emo, Not Mud, Mike, and Bradbury! hehehe... today I got to see some pictures in the newspaper at school. That is pretty much all we talked about. :P

So anyway, life here is sometimes dull, but it's safe! OH YEAH... while all of you get blown to itty bitty pieces, I'll be safe over here in Sweden. YIPPY! :) UH huh... well I don't know what else to say, only that I hope all of you are doing otay, and aren't flipping out emotionally like all of the Rotary exchange students here. But I guess it is understandible, especially for this one from NYC... go figure. He's really out of it, but it's understandible I guess. For me, I accept it, feel a lil bad for the people it happened to and their family, and wish they had gotten Bush. :D hehe... so what has the Hitler guy at school been trying to get all of you to do lately?

I go now... KRAMAR... hej då.

"No just cause can be advanced by terror." - Kofi Annan.

Yes, even as much of a retard as Bush is, I doubt he'll take this lightly. He won't have a choice. If he has any hope of a second go-round in office, it will depend on how well he handles this.

This country, and much of the world, will support slightly more extreme actions on our part then they would have before. No one in their right mind will speak out against whatever we do in retribution, short of starting a full-on nuclear war. Not Russia. Not China. Something tells me every Iraq will keep their collective mouth shut, in fear that we decide they had a part in it and reduce them to a parking lot. This big, even the Taliban won't have the nuts to stand against us. They’ve already come out and said they "feel our pain"

So I guess the media may have it right this time, things won’t ever be quite the same again. Some have called this the darkest day is US history. I don’t know if we should go that far, but it’s by far the darkest in recent history. And it’s probably not over yet, either. But at least they won’t catch us with our pants down again.

Bah. I’m rambling again.
Or was I ranting?

Later.

Hahahaha! I have to laugh at certain *unnamed* slugs who called for directions to the nearest point at which to donate blood.


Hahahahahahahaha

For those of you who want to, but haven't yet, wait. Blood banks only have so much storage space, and many of them are getting filled to max capacity. Nothing like a terrorist attack to make people want cookies, I suppose. . .

a bit more. . .

A lady has recently repromanded me and said : " Dont you even fucking care?!?! "
I didnt reply.
after a bit - then I told her this :

I would care when . . .



and then I put her on invisible.
I was going to insinuate that it was ... planned ... by me to force all you non-posters to post / but yet again / that'd get me flak. So all you god-damned women I put on the board to post better start posting about how you're all emotionally torn and all that sort! ALL OF YOU! Doreen, Pinkos, Heather, Octavia, Sherrie, Natalie, Raechelle, Bonnie, Kimberly, and yes - even Aaron and Jimmoi ( sorry, I couldnt let that go by so easily ) - You'd thought I forgot your names, your feminine names eh? Well NO I DIDNT. GET TO POSTING. NOW.

hee hee hee.

It isn't entirely civilian....they hit a major military target as well...this is terrorism...and they've already won, because the entire country just collectively puckered and closed everything that might be a target...

They haven't diverted all inbound flights to Canada, they are allowing landings only.

The few extremists that did this will cause a whole lot of people who have nothing to do with the attacks to suffer.

Ugh.

Glad I’m not in the military, cause I hate sand.

Later.

I usually don't put much faith in prophecy and all that, sometimes however it's pretty frightning. I found this quote on a gaming message board discussing the attack thing.

In the City of God there will be a great thunder, Two brothers torn
apart by Chaos, while the fortress endures, the great leader will
succumb" , "The third big war will begin when the big city is burning" -
Nostradamus 1654

These things are always read and understood in different ways, but some things here stand out.

Great Thunder - the explosions ?
Two Brothers - the towers maybe ?
Fortress - the country or the enduring Pentagon 'fortress'
Great leader - could be Bush I guess...
Third big war - He's done a good job predicting others so far... The nation is pissed, lots of folks want war. ( I don't blame em )
Big City is burning - NYC ?

Crazy crazy way to wake up. In any case - I'm gonna do something I don't recall ever doing, giving blood.
I got O something rather and O Negative is supposed to be in demand... maybe I gots that.

I'm worried about special loved ones that aren't even on the East coast... yea...

stares blankly at the screen...

all i hear is " much like seen on that independence day movie " and " it's the second pearl harbour " ...

Pearl Harbour was a military strike / this is entirely civilian. "New Warfare" - and people have been ranting and raving about how it will show it's ugly head sometime or another and nobody has been exactly paying attention.

Notice : The Puyallup Fair is NOT closed.

however, with people being in a state of hysteria - I hope that nobody goes / and I will / and I will get on all the rides without waiting in line. Hooo Yeeeaaaah.

I must now silence myself lest I say something which would offend you all and possibly anger you. I'm sure mike will get some sort of flak.

And Tarwyn - this isn't just the US - Britian has shut down all airport activity and governmenta buildings and tall/large areas of population. Isereal (?) I also hear is doing the same.

Buckle up for war.
glad I didnt join the military.

Man crash plane into world trade centers.. fire and smoke and building collaps and falling with smokes firing out of it..Man crash plane into Pentagone ..
Fires shooting smokes at people screaming and running away. Buzzz Buzzz the people buzz about a tragedy talking long and boring frames of reference.
I forced to stop looked at it for time and listen to the buzzing of people and the smokes shooting out at them.
Million people babble, hundred thousand die, each one of them is talking. Million hundred thousand voices, million hundred thousands sounds.
The buzzing murmer of a country don't know why.. each one asking who, what, when, where, how, why ? and I stand there shrug and ohh well and guffaw and walk away
say "shit looked better in the movies.."


Regards Mike

Okej, being as I am far far away, and my family doesn't really watch TV right where I am at, I don't have a clue as to what has happened in "both world trade centers and the fucken pentagon". So will someone please tell me? Either email me, or post it. I would reallly appreciate knowing at least a little bit of the news on the outside world!

hehehe... :)

My country falls apart the year I'm gone cause' we have a retarded child for a president! ha!! LOL... and I've got a Hitler guy at my old school... :P What will happen next?

Hej då... Tarwyn

Hey-remember that one time when you all made fun of James for getting drunk off of nothing? Man, this is worse! I've been sitting around my house high all damn day from a Benydril. One of them. Damn, that's some kind of shit. Granted it was on top of my normal meds, but still, Damn.. I am a wussy girl.

I am a bad associate. I have not been posting. My good friend Mah-kus (say with a distictive upper crust voice, accent on the first syllable) got on my case for not posting. Sorry, Dude, I have been busy. Out of town guests, banjo lessons, dental surgery, etc... Did anyone get to administer birthday spankings for Markus this year? I was not around for the honor. If anyone has any pictures, please post them! Markus, you are a doll. Love, Octavia

"Springtime, for Hilter, and Germany"[BHS]

Later.

Heh. Hitler.
He is rather Hitler-ish around the edges, isn't he?
Very controlling of the whole school.
I'm glad I don't spend much (any) time there. I have heard the other techs' accounts of their involvement with him...sounds like W Brown has a buddy....but none of you heard me say that. (hah!)
Ugh.

Later.

Mmmmm... used paper towels. Tastey.
Welcome to :
If the machines I worked with were women-machines.

something funny I came up with while being worked to death yesterday.

1. when something is wrong, instead of the machine obstinately shutting down it would continue to produce shitty boxes - now WHY would a machine do that? You forget - IT IS A WOMAN MACHINE. It will continue to produce shitty boxes and you know - it'd probably start messing up the feeding to where my job would be more hard than it already is. WHY AGAIN? Because it would expect me to know that *SOMETHING* is wrong. And until I took the time ( which would probably be never because I'm too busy feeding the bloody machine ) to actually notice something is wrong - it will sit there and continue to fuck up. But no. When we recieve bad stock / and I start feeding it / instead of it being a little whore of a woman and not saying a damn thing - it chokes up. it's a machine. Thank God.

2. Imagine me working. I'm doing good. Then lunch break comes along. So I stop feeding the machine and leave for 20minutes. I come back - and guess what? The machine is GONE - you wanna know why? Because while I was gone it figured that I would be out feeding another machine and it went out and left me. Because I had to take a 20min break out of the 8 god-damn hours I have to work with it. There is no " me " time with a machine-woman. All time must be spent with the machine. Any time spent away from the machine means that you believe the machine is substandard or " not as good as other machines. " Guh.

3. Our machine would then be concerned with " how it looked. " ... We would have a special pressure hose connected to a barrel of spray-on lipstick/makeup. periodically, ever two hours, when the makeup is running off of the machine / someone will have to spray it all on. this will only serve one purpose - that when you touch the machine lipstick and makeup will smear onto you, creating a mess. There will be no other use for the spray-on lipstick/makeup. The only people who will actually care for the "machine looking good" would be the people who come by on tours who DO NOT FEED and DO NOT WORK at the factory. They come by / they look at things / smile a lot / and maybe when nobody is looking they pull down their pants and give the machine a good time for one night / then they're gone. ...

Fuck.

anywho - I got to listen to zach-o's band last night through the wonderous technology of mankind. It was LIVE - it sounded pretty good / so good some dumb women out there would probably fuck them for making squeeky noises. I told them to tell those women specifically that I was part of the band / so that in the event they want to fuck someone - I'm readily availiable. Of course - they'd probably take the hot ones for themselves and leave me with Becky Pierce.

*shudders*

Im on the third Dune book. I havent gotten dressed yet. The Run Lola Run DVD is broke, so I have to wait for another one to come in the mail. MD Geist sucks ass. I have no DVDs to watch. bloody hell.

ok, enough from me.

Metaphore of my body

Decaying wolf in cold night

Black and things there moving

Decaying wolf like zombie

Clumps of hair falling

Reveal the grotesque putrid

Fleshs all squirming spongy

Fleshs dead, of a body

Wolf's body falling, always apart

The thing there having moving bodies

Wolf body predator, eat moving body

Eat flesh, more falling away

Parts of a decaying wolf in the cold

It squirm and
It move and
It falling apart and
It fleshs all need fixing and
It sense body squirming in the dark

Eat body for make to new parts and it wolf eat like decaying predator............Me leaving parts behind....

Regards Mike

Alright, I am feeling the heat. My post earlier about high school drop-outs and lack of an education was easily misinterpretted. By no means would I ever say that someone with a high school diploma is necessarily educated. By that I mean, education comes from what the individual puts into learning. In most cases, I believe high school only really trains you to behave in a Pavlovian manner to ringing bells and to do the least amount of work for a passing grade. Some of the smartest people I know never finished high school. I am married to a high school drop-out. However, we live in a society where a diploma means more than it should. It is a symbol of "commitment." It says, "Yes, I will put up with any amount of bullshit for at least three years." Employers like to know that.

So, I will try again. not mud, cave into the pressure that the man is putting on you to conform with your education so you can get a good job and a nice car and have all the material possessions that you want.

I feel badly that you are surrounded by ignorami at your present job. But it will probably not change no matter where you go. It is difficult to find a job where most of the people are like you. I quit my college job at Pizza Hut because they liked to beat up "fags" and tell me about it. When I got a job at Round Table Pizza, I met one of the smartest and most interesting people I have ever met. You will find interesting, stupid, intelligent, facist, etc. people everywhere. But if you train for a profession for which you hold esteem you can find people with more in common with you.

Remember though, we learn the most about ourselves from the discontent we experience in our lives.

damnable martin.
daaaaaammmmnaabblllleeeeee.

whurgh.

Man, it rules to be back at school!!! I am just sad that it is Saturday and I have to stay home. The odd thing about this is that I am serious. I don't even hate any of my students yet. My second period TA is starting to bug me though. HA! This is going to be a great year.

not mud, I miss you. Come back to school and graduate. I worry that you end up working at some stupid job that you hate for lack of an education. Get your Good Enough Diploma and go to college. Sign up for Job Corps where they will give you room and board and pay for your first two years of college.

Steve-was that Douglas's class? He was a dick, and didn't know jack shit.

Dude, if Alec is still teaching lit, take him-that class ruled. Hicks is cool too....
Ah, the weekend....

Later.

Hey I actually knew someone from Orebro once...damned if I can remember his name now...oh well....

Mike, I'm going to argue with you again (don't take it personal, I'm just in the mood to....
True, there isn't a meaning we can see, but that doesn't mean there isn't meaning. There is.....meaning through existance, that is, things have meaning because they exist, their existance is meaning-their meaning existance..
Or something.
Bleh.

Later.

Okay time to enter the point... For quite some time I have been attempting to enunciate the idea that there is no universal, objective, real, meaning to anything... that there is no "divine providence" or anything of that sort.. The main scope is that every action is a human action done for human reasons ... human reasons are abstract reasons often pertaining to non-existent ideas... ideas which are just subjective projection of interpretations of reality.... but isn't that all quite depressing ...Here is the point of all of it... the point that is the meaning of freedome... If there is no meaning in the global sense, no universal truth for all of us, then you have no reason not to act by exactly what you think and nothing else, because whatever anyone tells you about right actions or right reasons is bound to be dubious, a flawed set of human reasons with human origins no more valid than your own..... so you can go and be free and know that you are justified in acting however you want to act.............


Regards.. Mike....

YAY!!!!!!!!! IT works!!!!! hehehe.... I am now happy :)

Okay, this has been going on in my usual boring life...

I've been in school for three complete whole weeks now and am finally starting to get the drift of the language. The school I go to is called Karro and is located in Örebro. This school is well known for it's art groups... photography, theater, all kinds of music, ect. Nothing like the load of crap they try to give you back home. They also have some very good academic groups, but I don't really know many of the people in them.

I never start school before 8 a.m. here and I begin at 9:30 on Mondays! hehe... I have a different schedule everyday of the week, which is great. Never the same ol boring classes day after day. Some of the classes are pretty challenging, like college courses back home (oh yay), but I don't know swedish that well, so I have vertually no work and I still get credit for the class. Lucky me. The classes I take are Art group ESBD2, mathematic course B, Social Studies, History/Culture, English, PE(only once a week!), an advance Swedish course as well as a special Swedish class for exchange students, (small class, just me and the teacher), and Astronamy. Sometimes I have breaks up to an hour or more before my next class, and sometimes I'll suddenly find myself with no class to go to because they've canceled it. You can leave campus whenever you want, if your sick or whatever and your goin´g home, you just tell Reception and your free to go, no questions asked. They are so honest and trusting here. They don't lie very often, they say what they will do. At Karro, the weirder a person dresses, the nicer they are. There are no real social groups like back home either. There's no preppies, jocks, gothic..blah blah blah. Sure there are people who dress totally opposite like gothics and preppies, but they all hang out together. They judge you on your personality, not by the way you look.

JAG ÄLSKAR HER!! (I love it here) lalala... anyway, the majority of my time is spent in school, or with friends. I'll have been here six weeks come next Tuesday. hippy...

The family I was originally supposed to be with, the Årvestahl's, told me that the other family, the Thörners, wanted to have me first. They told me this two days after I had been here and all settled in. So come that Sunday, I repacked and moved over to the Thörners. They have to very wonderful daughters that live here at home. Anna-Korin, 18, and Elin who is 16. THey are both very sweet and about 5'9'', very thin, but in a healthy way, tan, and VERY LONG legs... (lol, that was for lil old mud) A lot of the women over here are beauties, and many are like from back home, though no one is overweight like back home!!! I eat three full home-cooked meals a day. I say I'm not hungry and they try to get me to eat more. The legal drinking, driving age(basically an adult) is at the age of 18 here. Most teens do drink, some do drugs, but it's like that in many countries over here. Whatever you put on your plate here, you eat. So I've had to learn not to grab how much my eyes say to eat, and how much my stomach can handle.

I admit that I do miss some things from back home, mainly my friends and and familurarity of it all, but it is a lot nicer over here in many ways. I've had some of my friends over here ask me what I think of Sweden compared to the states as a while, and I say I like Sweden better. I mean, look who are president is. Enough said.

So anywho, I miss all of you. I hope your having a good time, or at least passing the time without too much bordom! hehe... :) If you have any questions, just ask and I'll answer the best that I can. Well I must be going now, so god natt (good night). I'm nine hours ahead of you, and I have a birthday party I'm going to early tomorrow that is lasting till sometime Sunday evening, so I need to sleep while I can.

With a drowzy hej då, I bid you god natt.

Will this work, that is the ultimate question. We finally updated this fucking ancient system, though I still don't know if this old ass swedish computer is compatible with this system. So as the saying goes... this is a test.

Believe it or not ... there was philosophy before Jesus was born.. Socrates Died 399 years before Jesus was born...

I will begin by first stating that I damn well hate people who do nothing and get paid for it. In order to accept money from a company / I must work. It is a bad habit of mine. I cant just slack off and expect money to come from somewhere. No - I must know that I sweat for the money I earn. With this in mind / Take my operator for instance - he's an old man / he smells like rotten milk / he yells a lot when you do something wrong merely because his instructions weren't good enough / sure ... and when he does this weird thing with his bottom lip he looks like the " bitter beer face " guy EXACTLY - but you know what? Everyday for about 20-30minutes he shuts down the machine. Yesterday it was for 20... and he told me to clean up. I clean in about 5min max / and had to *act* like I was cleaning for 10min. Today, at 10.30pm / right after our line gets cleared out and we can start running again / he stands there - doing nothing. I asked Eve why we werent running, thinking something wrong with the Post... she didnt know why we werent running. I asked Jakob. He didnt know either. I looked at Kamarov. He stood there with his old-man eyes. I hated it. I stood around for four minutes with a broom acting like I was sweeping / but while our line was down I had extensively cleaned the area and there was nothing left to clean / I got pissed off / I went over to the transline and found they had just got through with a Brawny order and had dirty templates. I offered to clean them / I did. Cassidy asked why I was doing work over here. I told him I was pissed because we could be running but we werent. That fucking pissed me off. Then Jimmoi showed up. I damn well yelled a lot about what happened to him.

anywho - about my first day of school ( ha ha ) I first stopped by to see Geri / who wasnt in ( and the office was swamped, as usual during hectic situations like the first day ) - so then I went to the nurses office / they were happy to see me / I got to tell the nurse all about my job and so on / then to the library / the blonde, and mrs. k were happy to see me / they both shook my hand congratulating me on my acquisition of a job. In fact, the blonde talked about how she knew a friend of hers who worked on day shift and supported his wife and child with just that job. She was rather surprised that I was working at the same place, and reiterated that " it made bank " - which it will. soon.

I kindly held back the urge to tell her that anyone who worked my job was a damn moron with little-to-no education. heh. So then off to Colovos' class, otherwise known as my brother's 4th period. But colovos, being the stickler he is / wouldnt have let his class out at 1.58 -- so I went to beaty's room to say hi. He made a joke about his mouse ( computer mouse ) pooping everywhere ( there were mouse turds on his desk ) - I laughed - Mr. Beaty ( buckets of fun ) always had such a great sense of humor. He told me that Mike had stopped by with a woman. " Stephanie? " I inquired - he didnt know. I wonder who it was. I told him that I might bring Mike by one day. He was glad that I got a job. I watched michael's class walk by / then saw him / then went to colovos. He turned around to see me and was surprised. I laughed. He told me that my sibling had told him of our connection. He said that he wanted to talk to my boss so that he can tell him to make me work later / so that I wouldnt be on the road the same time in which that he was. Me. On the road. With a job. He was flabbergasted. He shook my hand. He read a book called " Generations " which compelled him to come back to school ( without the computers ) and try to " get past " all the stupid people who conflicted with him. EXACTLY as I tried to convince him of just a year or two earlier. That you had to wade through them. Take their assaults with a grain of salt and move on. Hum. Maybe I should write a book sometime and maybe he'll listen to me then. But then / he wouldnt be Alec. I laughed, saw Paula through the window ( I was in portable 3 / the shitty portable that got "shut down" / condemed last year ) - and told Colovos I had to go. I ran out ... and right when I turned the corner I passed by Brown. I told her to get to class. She did a *double take* and smiled at me. She told me that Heather had stopped by earlier. I told her I was in a hurry, and had a job. She said something / I cannot recall what it was. Down the hall I ran past squirmy little runts and piglets which represented that which was the new blood of highschool. Man oh man, if I were a pedophile. I jumped into Devlins class with one thought in my head : Residual knowledge. I told her that the people here were smarter than the people I work with merely because I overheard a group of kids bemoaning that they had to read Hemmingway - but what I found was that they were READING it still. Bemoaning / but having input of a good quality. Then they'll get out of highschool and instead of beamoaning - they'll just not do it. hence, Residual. It'll go away, given time. I danced around in front of DS. Then Bonnie came in. There was chatter about her dissassociation with / of Aaron, which reminded me that he wasnt there. Damnit. ( Note to Aaron / stay after school sometime to meet me ) -- I showed DS my check-account card thinger. And then the writing I found at work one day : " Throw away hole stock" --- and then whizzed away. Stopped by the counseling office again / saw Geri / Northington / ... the counselor lady who had a baby who's name I cannot remember ... has an " S " in it ... ah well - they all said hi, smiled a lot. Northington said when I'm making the big money / not to forget the little guys. I told them all I'm going to stockpile money and then go to college. They were glad I wasnt making a career out of making boxes and menial labour. Then off to sawatzki. I remembered he didnt reply with the email I sent him about hemmingway ( i was reminded earlier ) and when I got there he double taked too. He told me that the new principal was Hammond. I laughed. I ran into him the first time at the counselors office and he said " Hi james " when what he should have done was " you need a visitor pass " - oh wait, our school doesnt allow outside visitors, so he should have called security. He asked if I wanted my list. I looked confused. He said " or was that the other one? " - I said " Mike, yes, him. " - he said " Yes, Mike. " - we were interrupted by some stupid lady ranting on about something. He came back to me and showed me what she was ranting about - on the board was W. W. Mr. R. D. - and said " Get it? It's funny! " ... I looked once, didnt get it, then understood " W - W - M - R - R -D What ... Would ... Mr. . ... .... Do .... ? " " Mister rogers " he replied " " Oh " and I smiled. It really wasnt all that funny / no wonder why the stupid girl was ranting and raving about it. I guess it was a "joke fundraiser" he came up with. Of course the stupid girl would latch onto it. I asked him for any good books because my Dune book was stolen. He said he read all three books. Im going to stop by tomorrow and tell him that there were actually seven Dune books. He said that he'd give me the list he was going to give mike, went into his office, and we walked out into the hallway. Who was there but the cute little smart blonde I had the hots for. She had the most sweetest voice / and such demanding do things right quality about her ( Aaron told me that I hadnt a chance with her because she was Uber-christian ... I wonder . . . . ) - Sawatzki laughed a lot. Something something, I tried to avoid looking at the lady. I really did have the hots for her. Like a lot. Their conversation ended, we walked down the hallway - to the office. I told sawatzki that I was running out of time, and that I had wasted the most of it on him so he better hurry up. He laughed and said " You have to consider whether or not I care what you want " - I scoffed - It was funny however. He stopped twice to talk to two people. One was some guy I didnt know, the other was Mr. Brown. I went into the back / the teachers lounge, the place I had never been before. It looked nice. Go figure that a lot of " talking about me " was done there. I laughed. I had seen all of the school now. neat. he scanned copies, two / one for me one for mike. I said I had to go to work / we shook hands, I ran out and ran into Nate. He yelled at me to go away / graduate / get out of school / I told him I had work in an hour and walked on / I went to Devlins class again, jumped in / and a thought had struck me. I work from 3-11pm. I woke up when michael was getting ready for school. Theoretically / I could reenroll in school / because part of the reason I dropped out was that there werent any fun teachers ( be it DS or Colovos ) - now they're both there. . . hum. I told her that. She said " what is with your ex wife ( i believe she said ex, i repromander her for saing wife wherein we werent together ) she said she joined a health club and I asked how that was going and she yelled at me asking " You think Im fat? " " - DS gave me a funny look / I told her " dot dot dot " - as I told her before when she hinted towards Heather. then I closed the door and walked down the hallway. I passed the old drama teacher's room, I thought she was quitting, and believed I saw her in the window... I looked at the name and it was a different name, but it strikingly looked like the old lady. I backtracked and walked in / it was her all right / I said " got married? " she said " yup " I said " congratulations " she said " thank you " I said " Hey do me a favor and make a list of all the local acting and theatre connections. You know, just names places and all that " - she was confused at first / I explained further / she nodded, began talking to herself, and I said thanks / ran out the room. I waded my way through the rabble that was left over from the maggots running around. A girl wearing boots, a medium sized skirt with a long slit, and dark hair walked by. A brief flash of her on a bed legs spread everywhich way and moaning in ecstacy crossed my mind. I shook it out and continued to walk. I passed the gym. Ladies were playing volleyball. Near the bathroom were fat ladies. I was reminded of my maggot analogy, began talking to myself, and walked out to my car. A lady on the brick-corner saw me and asked " Hey werent you here last year? " - " No " I said, not looking at her, nor stopping to talk. I got in my car, and drove away. I made it to work with five minutes to spare.

That was my day at school... fun - more detailed than I figured it would be / and it took me like 45min to type it all.

last thing :
I recently joined up with netflix.com
and tomorrow I will be buying a DVD player.
you know what that means?

it means ill be able to watch movies.
so if you have any movies you believe are good / or I should see /
please post ( suggest ) them.
and what is this? THE PIANO - ?
har. like I said - when something is suggested to me / I check it out.

I expect the lot of you at Shari's tonight at 11.30pm.
Andy said that he'll pick Jeff up and he'll be there.
hopefully more of you join the bandwagon, ill be able to pay for myself!
BE THERE TO SEE THE HOT SEXY ACTION!

I can't sleep, I really can't fucking sleep. I read some more of "Temple of the Winds" - It got my mind of the crap I keep thinking about when I close my eyes. Sword of Truth novels are pretty good books, I love em. Glad I chose to read them when I was ask / told to.

I'm still cold. The space heater is on, the window closed, sweaters on me. I'm fucking cold, I'm shaking and I don't know WHY!! Feel like throwing up. I haven't done that in quite some time, I hate it. Just makes me more sick.

I'm drinking juice, trying to calm myself down - I'm healthy as hell... why am I jittering and shaking ?
Juice is good, although it's that damn Raspberry Kiwi stuff which I had a gripe about some time ago. Good stuff though.

I'm nervous. I have a job interview tomorrow at 4:30 - I'd really like to have this job, but over the past two days I've had a bad feeling. Thinking back on some things made me a bit depressed, hope that doesn't show on the interview. I haven't been able to find my herbal meds, can't stop thinking about those things. Things I don't want to happen just wont stop buzzing around inside my head. I also have to meet that damn woman from my academy for job placement - I hate her.

I have to come properly dressed ( my suit and all that ), after thinking about it awhile I thought - I would be already dressed for a funeral, probably mine. Don't know why it would be mine, just have a really bad feeling which keeps me down. I usually pay attention to my 'gut feelings' or instincts, I guess I'm just that kinda guy. If I don't go to this interview I lose the job placement which the academy helps provide, the interviews they help set up. That feeling just wont go away, it's more than being nervous.

I've tried sleeping, to 'fast forward', just to see the new day, to get things started. I can't sleep. Music doesn't soothe me, the warm milk with honey which usually helps me sleep fails to do its work, fresh air wont let me sleep - I'm freezing. I have sweaters on, two of them and I'm fucking freezing. I'm getting a migraine now too, those things hurt like hell - right above my eyes, pressing down as if squeezin the eyeball itself. I want to sleep and I can't, I can't stop picturing the things which I dread - things I wish never to be true. My thoughts always drift to those things as I close my eyes.

I spent an hour or so today staring at my phone. It didn't ring, it never does. I wasn't on the phone at the time either. I just layed there, staring at my phone. I stared at the numbers, the little speed dial buttons, the color, the cord... I didn't find it entertaining, I just couldn't draw my attention away from it, no idea why.

I wish it was raining, maybe the rain could help me sleep - stare at my phone and listen to the rain drops.
I couldn't sleep two hours ago, guess I should try again eh ?

I just got out of the shower. My hair is all smelly now, like rose hips and vitamin e and jojoba. Not that I know what a jojoba is. I just thought I'd post something frivolous and empty headed for which to give the board a more-what was that James said-a more 'estrogenny' feel. So there.

Damn. Long winded are we today?
Okay well first off-
You argue that nothing we do has meaning.....and in the larger sense, it doesn't. That's a big part of why we still have religion-so that people can feel important (but we won't go into that again).
SO nothing we do has meaning. So fucking what?
When you look at the smaller picture, that is, everything that surrounds us on a day-to-day basis, and all that has direct effect on what happens to us and what we become, we can control it. Create meaning. Make it fucking matter. Seriously-if you feel life has no meaning, it won't. That's not to say that I believe you can actually find meaning, or that it really can matter. We don't really count for anything, all that mankind is-well it ain't much. I suppose I'm saying, and this is profound-

DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY

sort of.
I guess.
maybe not.
Fuke.

Hey Jimbo-Washington Mutual gives me all that shit for free-not to mention you can always call their free telephone banking and find out.....the only thing that costs you is the online bill pay thing (which doesn't work for shit anyway) In fact that looked like a screen shot from their site.....

Arg.

PAINtball.

We need to go soon..........
But it seems the weekend after next isn't going to work....maybe.....little rafting thing I might go on.....hopefully it won't end Deliverance style.......
"Squeal like a pig, boy!!!"
heh.

Later.

I am very sick. A virus to be sure. We haven't got any pain killers, or much food either. I can feel my stomach and intestine, distended with gases, my body growns autonimously. With every shift there comes a gurgle. My head is hot and my body is cold. My eyes can hardly stand the light. So here I lay, my body sick, shivering, gurgling and aching in the dark. My mind is stretched all thin and dumbly aches. If I lay with my eyes closed, I can make out some busy, noisy moitions in the peripheral of my vision. It is much like standing in a crouded busy hallway looking at the floor. Colors pass and change and there is a dull human sound that I can not make words from. It feels like it's outside of me in some closed space. All this randomeness is sensless, ugly. THe world is stretched and dumbly aches.

With the beating of my heart I feel the incessant dialations and contractions of my vessels. They pulsate through me sending trhobbing rhythmic tingles through my cells. this pen, the color of things, sounds and shapes of automobiles, my location in time and in space, everything around me and those that I call family or friend. Is it all not as Its like being high on Marijuana. I wonder if this sickness might kill me. I am perfectly comfortable with the thought of it. I have no regrets because I have no expectations. I smile in my death bed, haveing once lived and admittedly achieved and understood absolutely nothing. I wonder, could it all be random ?

This place is just a jumble of things, no more meaningfully, no.. no more carefully placed than a scrap of paper flung from an automobile. This house I am in, the shape of this pen, the colors of things, sound and shape of an automobile, my location in space and time, everything around me, the people I call family or friend. Is this not
arbitrary as the characters of an alphabet ? Existence is an unexpected situation, and isn't the idea that we are actually doing something just centimentality ? Does the idea that there can be progress, that there is some place to progress to, does it really make sense? Is where we go as arbitrary as where we started ? In the end It doesn't even matter............

When I think about humanity the best analogy I know is popcorn. All those kernels poping out and pouring into the bowl. There is no intention for one to be at bottom and another to be at the top. They simply end up some place and which ones get the butter poured on them, is really quite irrelivent. They willl all get eaten in the end anyway.
Humanity is a flesh supernova coalescing randomly into unspeakable patterns. Someone has to get the butter, does it really matter who ?
Is this reality chaos where everything is random and therefore all things are equal ? If so, then there is no need for expectation. It amounts to some kind of delusion. Expectations lead to suffering. Why want when nothing will change the fact that existence is a bleak emptyness searching, like all voids, to be filled ? Pride and Power are the obsurd projections of meaning where there is none. The dismal search for some state of things, as though, they are some way...It is as pointless to search from meaning in a random bunch of letters than it is to pretend there is some reason for any of this.

You are goin to die, that much is well known. On top of all of that, you are free to let go of care. Does it make sense to suffer in expectation, when, where you go is just as arbitrary as where you started ?.. appreciate, do not expect...

I am free to choose my actions. If I end up doing something that I don't want to do, then because I am responsible for the choices I have made, I must live with the fact that I am doing what I don't want only because I have made that choice. Am I weak when I give in to rules and regulations that I might not believe in ?.. I would say yes, and it makes as much sense... A highschool dimploma says that I am willing to cooperate with an institution which dances around in the facade of education, when really, it only lets people sleep at night thinking " I am not all that dumb.." I chose not to do that... I live with my choices every day. I am not depressed, rather, I am happy in a fullness of life that one who does not experience it can only but imagine. Being that there is no order, no care to what life is, there is no higher good to strive for. There is nothing universal about existence, the individual is existence as I know it. There is no croud, no reason outside my own. Ethics are a lie, Morals are a lie as well. If I do not like you, I may kill you. This is so because there are no reasons but my own. I am the first and last law. That is my freedome of choice, I exist.
The world in which we live is arbitrary, my looks, my clothes, my words, my voice, etc... Are without care handed where they fall. They are not me. All of me that will ever be known is my choices, for they are the only things over which I have deciding power. I exist, I am free... I feel revolting and beautiful............


Regards...... Mike

with the final arrival of Pinkos on the scene, thats makes for THREE new women. Hoo - rah! However I highly doubt that any of them will maintain a day-to-day posting rate. Bastards.

and BLAST YOU MIKE for posting that conversation.

a note : my internet connection went kapoot, and I didnt feel like attempting to get back online / so I went to sleep. whee.

and speaking of pinkos // what is this about our bent friend looking into ... men?

at the moment I'm looking into online banking. it seems I cannot just LOOK at my account status / I have to order the damn thing and have it come in the mail... hmm.
...
wait ... what is this?
it seems I must sign up for the ability to online banking.
... and what? FIVE DOLLARS A MONTH?!
damnit damnit damnit.

...
and it looks like I just accidentally signed up by clicking on the wrong button / haahahaaha... oh well...

funzo. now I can look at my accounts online without having to wait a day or three for them to send the bloody account information through the mail. whee!

check it out.



hehehehe.
oh hey - last and final note : if anyone wants to figure out exactly what I ( and jimmoi ) do at CBC - contact them and ask about tours of the plant. specifically do it around 3-11pm and you'll be able to SEE ME ACTUALLY WORKING.

zounds


hehehe.

when is it time for a straight man and a straight woman to have sexual relations esp. when the straight women isn't straight hum well i don't know what do you think not mud???love your bestest not straight friend that's right not!

n o t mud: and the results of said experiment?
ExitSymbol: hiyo man
ExitSymbol: well...
ExitSymbol: sex was not the problem
n o t mud: hehehe.
ExitSymbol: Now I find myself at a point where, I let someone's feelings about me have significance.
ExitSymbol: and this particular person, I know does not trust me, suspects a motive...
ExitSymbol: It was a mistake
n o t mud: blasted.
ExitSymbol: you know what I am doing ?
ExitSymbol: collect all my writings... everything from the last year
n o t mud: havent the slightest. but if it involves women - then a " blasted " is well deserved.
ExitSymbol: I want to get it all together... to piece together my philosophy ... I think I can articulate it now
n o t mud: hehehe.
ExitSymbol: Like an apology for thinking differently... for being able to let go
n o t mud: collecting and organizing myself and my idealologies is entirely against my own idealologies and philosophies :-)
ExitSymbol: good for you jim
ExitSymbol: hehe
n o t mud: hey / if you ever need a ride out to the school and get there at 2pm - get a-hold of me.
n o t mud: and watch it with the name.
ExitSymbol: I can't have meaningless sex anymore... it has to mean something. I confronted her about it today.. she said "it wasn't meaningless, it was just there." and laughed... I had to work hard to keep myself from crying.. you were correct.. I have emotions now ... quite an unexpected situation
ExitSymbol: she apologised, said it was the wrong wording....
n o t mud: heh. do you see a delimia with rampant emotions scurrying about and sexual activities?
ExitSymbol: no
ExitSymbol: I like to feel
n o t mud: the two seem to have this ... energy connected / and when a channel to both of them is opened it isnt a great fun thing.
ExitSymbol: there is nothing bad.... it is all relative
n o t mud: :-)
n o t mud: granted. but wherein you enjoy " feeling " - I am entirely uncomfortable with it to extremes.
ExitSymbol: we need to get together over coffee one of these days. Just me and you... we have good talks you and I.. there is no one else that can communicate quite on our level
ExitSymbol: We had good talks, and... I need to talk to someone who can actually understand what I am saying....
n o t mud: heh, maybe it isnt that I understand in-as-much as I'm responsive in manners unexpected.
n o t mud: if you can make it out to shari's sometime at 11.30pm. heheh.
ExitSymbol: hey
n o t mud: maybe ill stop by sometime next week.
ExitSymbol: I can make it there whenever
ExitSymbol: you just swing over and we'll make the trip
n o t mud: well - be there tomorrow :b ( if you read my post )
ExitSymbol: I don't want to go with a bunch of people, esp with Jimmy ... not right now..
ExitSymbol: I can't deal with him lately
n o t mud: ah. thats difficult / I have been forced by my parents to not make " back trips " anymore unless I have gas compensation. It seems grabbing people and driving all over the place just isnt what they figure I should spend money on.
n o t mud: heheheheh.
ExitSymbol: maybe
n o t mud: monkies.
ExitSymbol: here are my latest thoughts
ExitSymbol: the city is a beast that grows in fractal patterns along interstates, consuming everything, we are the agents of change... If there is a meaning to life, then it applies equally everwhere, hence, what one does/believes has nothing to do with the meaning of life. Thus, nothing we do has meaning......
ExitSymbol: also
n o t mud: then what your bothering yourself isnt about "meaning" in-as-much as "the meaning of 'meaning' "
ExitSymbol: hehe
ExitSymbol: I understand meaning... that is why... we do nothing whichg has meaning
ExitSymbol: I.E. meaning outside ourselves
ExitSymbol: there is no "Meaning".. not objectively
n o t mud: hmm.
ExitSymbol: It's the same as the gear/machine story... they thought they were going "somewhere" when there in actuality is no place to "go"
n o t mud:
damn my attacking my own arguments before I make them.
I will let that stand, for now.

what I need to "gather sufficiently" is my theories about how All work should be hated and disliked.
because EVERYONE seems to disagree with me.
ExitSymbol: silopsism is the only route to meaning
n o t mud: now you've lost me / silopsism ( ? )
n o t mud: ??
ExitSymbol: the beliefe that the subjective is all there is.. I.E. disbeliefe in an external reality which exists independantly and without regard to, the self
ExitSymbol: In a world where ones thoughts/beliefs/actions are completely determined by the time/place of ones birth and being such are in no way a sign of the individuality of the person{and are also subjective}, how can any action/thought be considered more meaningful than a random collection of muscle spazms ?}

n o t mud: regret.
n o t mud: guilt.
n o t mud: and introspection.
ExitSymbol: ?
ExitSymbol: I have no regerets, because I have no expectations
n o t mud: touche'
however, what of those with regret?
how can you say things are not subjective when you've got people wanting things undone?
n o t mud: " wishing other things had happened "
n o t mud: considering other possible lines of execution.
n o t mud: if all things were meaningless - regret/introspection and guilt would have no place.
ExitSymbol: today this girl said "You can tell a lot about a person from examining their walet... I handed her mine and on inspection she said "You are a very simple man..." I then retorted "Am I a simple man, or, am I in fact so complex a person that I can not afford a complex life ?"
ExitSymbol: perhaps those things only stem from misbeliefe ?.. you can't believe in two mutually exclusive stories, but, one may lead to despare where the other leads to none...
n o t mud: heh, if all things had no meaning / you'd not make a distinction between one line of execution in comparison to the other. all action would be thus, and any emotional backlash should be cast out.
n o t mud: also - women enjoy rummaging through wallets of men.
ExitSymbol: I am thankful for the blogger .. it lets me keep things I would not
n o t mud: I havent figured out why, they just do.
n o t mud: I toyed with the fact that women have purses, in which they rarely let anyone "into" - and so they figure by getting into a man's wallet it is much the same as if someone were to rummage through her purse / an "invasion of privacy" almost.
ExitSymbol: that is simple dogma James... there is no base for it.. You may make a the distinctino between arrangements, but not decide that one has any meaning different from another...I.E. All things having one meaning is as no thing having meaning...
n o t mud: &^@*)
n o t mud: watch it with the name.
ExitSymbol: sorry
ExitSymbol: habit
n o t mud: and thats what I'm trying to shoot for. *things* do not have meaning, *arrangements* however, do.
n o t mud: it is in the arrangement of things which "meaning" exists.

ExitSymbol: it is in the denotation of arrangements ....
ExitSymbol: but what if, for sake of argument, no arrangement denotes ?
n o t mud: ...
n o t mud: blasted.
n o t mud: ah! it must be, because we have such things as guilt/introspection/regret wherein we could imagine a different set of arrangements, henceforth - a different " meaning "
ExitSymbol: Man O Man four long months with me writing stuff to theeeeee bord
ExitSymbol: but... here lies the cruxt of it... those experiences are unique to the individual ..I.E. Half full/ Half empty .. I.E. the fulness of the glass does not exist... the badness of the experience does not exist, objectively they are null... independant of the badness one percieves... hence... hence... there is no meaning, no denotation ..
n o t mud: back to all things being subjective again.
ExitSymbol: not all things beign subjective... all interpretations are subjective
ExitSymbol: silopsism
ExitSymbol: I adhere to an existence apart from experience... objective reality... independant of what "feelings, meanings" I project onto it... like the computer I project onto the matter I am typing at..... like the image in the "picture" that I see
n o t mud: monkies.
n o t mud: you've worked on this too long / i'll have to think of better ways to shoot you down.
ExitSymbol: there is no "image" but the one that I see... I project that image onto it.... and the same goes for meaning ... if life had meaing,,, it would be found in all lives... independant of subject... independant of beliefes in what is going on ... independant of what projection... I.E. Maybe the notion that we are actually doing "something" is just good old fashioned centementality
ExitSymbol: so that is what I mean
ExitSymbol: existence is what I am talking about, quite an unexpected situation
ExitSymbol: and yeah... I have been thinking about this for at least six months now
n o t mud: blasted.
ExitSymbol: I essence... I believe that we are in a bleak, empty, pointless situation ... existence ... but that is nothing to fret about.. we must expect nothing, as we did not expect existence.. then and only then can we "let go" and instead appreciate being... we are free to choose and choice comes with reason, there must be a reason, for we can not do everything at once.... expectation is suffering, to those who expect, life is suffering... when you realise that you exist, are free, and are going to die... only then can you let go
ExitSymbol: in essence
ExitSymbol: because you are free to let go
ExitSymbol: ohh.. and.... value/qualification...etc... the image in the picture ... that image does not exist.. you project it onto the truth of reality... the bleak, empty, pointless... existence
ExitSymbol: sounds a bit "depressing" doesn't it ?
ExitSymbol: sure as hell not a winners philosophy
ExitSymbol: man is born free, yet everywhere he lives in chains
ExitSymbol: you alive ?... need I call 911 ?
ExitSymbol: Hey !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ExitSymbol: Bring yourself to speeking

So Heather how did the interview go?

Ugh.

So tomorrow the students will be back. Fun. As if the teachers alone don't break enough stuff, now we have the younger, quicker, more diligent ones ariving.....

But it's cool. At least I won't be out of things to do. Far from it.

Later.

two new WOMEN have been added to the board because I've found that the women I already have on the board post few and far between... so I've added these two new ladies to hopefully bring a missing sense of ... estrogen ( ? ) to the board.

you'll notice that their names arent at the bottom of the board yet / ill get to that / i have to go to work in a very short amount of time ( 10-15min ) - so if you want to email them / you can go to our team-registrar and find their email address there. of course / if you're not on the board then you wouldnt be able to email them. so in that event - Just fucking wait god damnit!

hee hee.

another thing :
Walter M. Miller's A Canticle for Liebowitz will be the next book I read after I finish the last two Dune books ( in fact there are three more by Frank Herbert and one more by his son, which is a Prequel about House Atreides - but I dont have those, so not right now ) - in any event.

yeup.
I have my first DVD - because my parents bought it for a birthday present / tomorrow I get paid / then I have to pay insurance / and then off I go to buy a DVD player. funzo. I also got my checking-card in the mail today. So now I will be able to pay for myself at our usual hangout, Sharis. In fact - if anyone isnt busy on thursday night / you wanna meet me at sharis at around 11.30pm? I'd direfully enjoy it. please email me or call ( 2538439325 ) if you'd be interested in running into me then. You know. It'd be nice. Like a birthday present. or something. heh.

shit. off to work!

here now, don't feel bad. i am of the female persuasion, and here i am, posting something. when i do not post anything (which will often occur), i will not give the excuse that it is not because "i dont have anything to post", it will be because i just dont feel like it. better now? yes, feel special, yes you.

Does Markus refer to himself to any of you as "Young Stud" now that he is a man of 20 years? He seemed quite excited about his new status the last time we chatted. He seemed very excited about a few dating prospects at his new job. Ladies, beware. -Octavia

my god its been a while since i have used this damn thing, it took me twenty minutes to figure out what my damn username and password was. well, for those that dont know me, im the infamous slim jayee. ive been on this fucking thing since about the beginning, back when everything was all new and shiny and they didnt have scented potpourri. things are looking up for this site, and i dont know who the hell most of you are. all i remember is that all the messages that were being posted were about either computers, bitching about working on computers, or computer games. it repulsed me, so i left. after several verbal threats, james- the man; the legend- finally convinced me to post. but what the fuck do i really have to say? I could inform you all that i will being going away for good very soon. this boy is going to make himself a man by graduating early and enlisting into the armed forces. the paperwork is already in the mill and its all ready to go. i just gotta get there. to me its almost depressing, but i know i will have a better life than what i have now. but this isnt in true slim jayee style, so lets go with something a little more up my alley, like making fun of the fat. yesterday for those of you lazy fucks that are just uninformed was bumbershoot, as a matter of fact it ran from friday until monday. now bumbershoot is seattle premier magnet for the freaks, weirdos, hippies, and canadians. i must say that, youll see some things at bumbershoot that youll never see anywhere else. there was a very popular store which drew in so many of the surroundings tacky and uncoordinated dressers, it was a store that sold accessories made of common kitchen items, one very popular item was a pair of glasses that was made of two tea strainers welded together, and my god, they were horrid. i dont think ive ever seen more 14 y/o, loser, fat girls packed into one greasy mass in my life. but thats not even the worst part of the festival. the worst part was all the fat, ugly women wearing tight, revealing clothing. more specifically there were belly dancers there.... now when you think of a belly dancer you think of a skinny, sleak, tempting, minx like foreign goddess. but not in seattle.... these women were absolutely disgusting. to start they were incredibly fat, and im not talking the kind of fat that can be tolerated, jiggled about merrily, or hell, even be enjoyed to some certain extent. they were sloppy fat and greasy... and all the belly was exposed, and with each shake and shimmy that i saw a short little spurt of vomit shot up inside my throat. you know, the ones you get, dont you? well if you dont then you can only imagine. and to make it worse, their faces werent even attractive in the slightest way, and you were thanking whatever god would listen that they had tinted black veils over their sick and twisted horse-like faces. i ran far, very quickly. i never went back to that area, nor looked in its direction, unless inside a building without a window in that direction. so my little crackers, my suggestion to you- when at bumbershoot, dont look around, ever. this is slim jayee, once again pleased to be educating the crackers.

it is fitting that I have first post on the date of my birth.
not that it is of any ... ...
well, I'm at a loss of words.

Generally I consist of nothing more than work now. It is the harsh reality that is " life " ...
My social interaction with people comes few and far between.
Merely because when I can do something ( 11pm - 2.30am ) - everyone is asleep.

Bloody monkies.

That was more a general "hah hah" about the whole shitty thing.....
I always knew Oly's sister was trouble....

Jesse it doesn't matter how old you are you're still a doink and no one will ever heed you...seriously though it's hard to heed anyone that like anime.
You know I'm just fuckin with you....

Speaking of Jesse, yeah he works there, but he's just one of the technology department's bitches. (like me but paid less)
I must say though he is one of the dept's more competent bitches....and he doesn't kiss JB Fitzpatrick's ass, but still has his job. That's a plus, JB being Tom's father. I know how many of you don't care for the young Mr. Fitzpatrick. He's exactly what I'm sure his father was 15 to 20 years ago. That's not to say that I dislike either one, it's just you can tell that they'll end up being exactly alike. Speaking of Tom, one of his friends that lives near him named his house after a book my great uncle wrote....strange....
Ugh.

Later.

Bradbury! It wasn't me{regaurdless what the district may think. ..}!!!

So Jesse works for the district, too? Damn it. . .I can't win.

Heh.
Congrats, dude.
That's kinda strange, you're 18, I'm almost 20. Shit....

I like the Fight Club quotes.
Will you still be working at Bethel this year?

Later.
Oh yeah-Heather: Hah-hah! (I'm so mean)

What the hell is wrong with you, Jimmi?

You should know better than to try and explain an abstract concept to a chimpanzee.

Anyone who loved that movie has their head up their ass. It was cool and all, but
A) lacked realism (dump 100 shot of NOS on an engine running that much boost in a half a second and see what really happens. You don't go faster for very long, but do get to see [formerly] internal components of the engine you don't get to under normal operating conditions) and
B) was really just car porn:
{meaningless, poorly written and acted dialogue}
{cars}
{more pathetic talking}
{cars}
{different cars}
{some not-very-heartwarming drama}
{cars}
{the end}
Very similar in composition to your average porn movie, no? Who needs plot?
Think about it, they took cars, built to look like almost nothing you really see, put them in situations nobody would ever actually be in and had them do things real cars don't generally do.
Still see the similarity to porn?
Heh.

Cops can be such dicks....I feel your pain man, I really do.
I got $120 for sliding my old truck into a ditch. Junior year. Oops. Should have been at that assembly. Somehow I missed it. Funny how that happens when you're dealing with a Stater. Or, more to the point, being dealt with by a Stater. At least he was nice. Oh, wait, he wasn't. Ok, so the whole thing generally sucked.

Later.

Just give me a ring (405-0831) some time and we'll work something out.

Later.

I have an interview Monday with Tri-med. I could come rescue you after that.

There were quite a few morons in there....I was speaking of Clowers....I know you didn't like him....Nobody did.

I'm free anytime this extended (three-day) weekend....When would be good?

Later.

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