Raining again

Tried to go out tonight. Went out, came back really early. Was sitting in the park passing time and realized chances we're good I'd get rained on and be robbed by 50-year old hicks outside a sleazy bar while their saggy titted 3rd wife called me a fag. Figured I come home, abuse the net, and get wasted on Listerine.

Women go to places besides bars to meet people. I'll find that place too someday. Maybe they won't all be blond, even. Wouldn't that be something?

Why they hell are my hands twitching?

Like little cashews

Yesterday, as a joke, I was sent a video of a guy roping off his nuts and castrating himself with a hatchet, then squeezing his nuts out.

I wonder why one would tape themselves doing that. Or that it would catch on. What an odd shock video. That needed a dose of rye to deal with the aftermath.

I'm not sending Lemon Party to anyone else anymore.

That's Why He Kills 'Em

Some of the cogs slipped today, little loose, little whiny, same as always. clocks never fucking work right, not enough grease in the parts, parts not made right. Need some fresh varnish, need to a mirror, can't tell them, can't tell them, they'll cut me up if I do, I need to be in one piece.

Self knowledge is precious as it is fragile, like all beautiful things. Why does it rot and go? I need it to stay, the maracas are too loud already, why are they laughing at fucking commercials? The people around them step back and laugh at the laughers, and I'm sick of hearing hyenas in the background looking for scraps.

Did you know hyenas are a matriarchy? Evil little dogs. You can go too far, but you better do it all out and with style. No rewards for treading a worn deer path. Through the bush with you.

The future shall be marked with submerged heads in the once-dust.

Too Much Grease

God I had to go for a walk today and the sewers we're filled with garbage so I picked some up which won't help but will make me feel better took the bike down to the store to get some chicken and some assholes were poking it and we looked at each other through the glass and then I came outside and said what and they said nothing and i said okay and then we parted why do they have to bother me while the vietnamese make fried chicken to order while their child sits next to the deep fryer why is everything so weird what benevolent god would make a world like this the blood and gristle and screaming is backing up everything and i can almost taste the copper on my lips and the rye isn't clearing it up and its starting to

get to me.

Breeze

No reason to say much, not much going on. Spring has mostly sprung, I have money again, I get get alcohol, food and horrible energy drinks, things are alright.

I get a lot of those weird little jobs that go undone until a minion of lower stature is around, and now that I am, are finally being dealt with after years. I don't mind, just glad to put things in order. Hell, I used to do chores on a farm, I'm just glad isn't covered in rust and animal shit.

I'm happy to be in a shop where the tools are organized and functioning, and proper materials are available. That's the thing I hated about farming, slapdash repairs done at minimum cost and time with the wrong materials. I know their busy and need money elsewhere, but after taking apart a combine head that had 6 types of bolts, nails, chicken wire, and four types of wood, my empathy is a little thin.

Relaxing

Got some fireworks recently. Damn I love those things. Don't last long, but plenty of light. Let off one on the weekend to calm down. It's nice to know something pretty can be made by setting it on fire in a field and running before it explodes.

Misanthropy, the real stuff, is one hell of a thing. Everyone thinks they hate people, but until you can laugh at Electric Retard, you ain't there yet. Now to crank some MSI.

THERE ARE TOO MANY ANTS HERE.

I'm afraid, for the visions have come. I'm afraid the Asian catastrophe is a glimpse into this century, millions dying for want of food after the Earth takes a swing at them. Little or blunted response. Overpopulation is solved by reducing numbers, shall it be done with the smell of rot permeating everything? Is there another way? At all? One that isn't opposed to thousands of years of tradition, or millions of instinct?

Murphy's Rules of Order

I think it's written down somewhere that if a large job is imminent, it must be delayed until the last possible moment available to the people doing it. That's the only explanation for getting several hundred pounds of electronics a half hour before I go home.

Even better, leave a bit out and mix the rest together so it all has to be reassembled.

Doldrum

Things have gone quiet for a little while now, and I like it. I had some things I needed or wanted to do, and I did them. Do need to read a bit more though. Seems like I get books and then ignore now. I used to be voracious. Pretty normal, I suppose, but I would like to go through a few more before I completely lose any interest in recreational reading, if that happens.

I like gathering new information. It feels nice. I even started getting useful stuff again, which has it's uses. Even more so in that I find it interesting.

I've got to do something about my social networks. People I thought long gone finding me and wanting to include me in their circle. My last encounters could be best described as conflicting, or "high school". It blew my mind to find out some people actually enjoy that hellhole.
please don't come to mourn but to celebrate

Note.

And know it smells like Caesar dressing, or a bad pasta sauce.

I need a better ceiling.

Mystery Drama Theatre

Why do people bother to read any of these damn things? I know why their written, it gives the effect of blowing of steam without breaking the social rules or being dragged off for public urination, but why read them? What is it about other people's lives or their opinions that interests other people?

Simple curiosity seems a bit of an understatement. Is it the comparison to others, in idealogical, material, or other ways? some people seek to have their world view shared, for sure, but even then....

Whatever. We're a social animal, why wouldn't social traits leak into our tools?

*scratch*

You ever meet someone with a compulsive fear of the news? It's odd.
I know one person with it and they just can't stand it, it goes off as soon as they can find the remote. Does it disturb them? I get depressed about the world as much as anyone, but I still keep informed.

Should get some Chinese food once I get the paycheck. Get a real feast packed up in pie plates and take it home where it can be reflected one over a beer and some music.

It's odd to think that only a decade ago, most of the Internet was used by people on dial-up, and now it's mostly cable. They think that going back would break them, but honestly, unless you're a video hound, it can be done. Stuff like loband helps though.
Also, a ready collection of porn helps. It's remarkable the amount of bandwidth I've dedicated to naked ladies.

I've got to learn some goofing off strategies.