You like that title? I boged it from an episode of Deadwood.

It’s the weekend now, I guess. I’m stuck in a tiny room at work until approx. 5am so I don’t get the fun tonight. . . but hey, I make my own party.

Right now it is exactly 11:33:26 seconds.

Right now it is exactly 11:33:35

You see what I just did there? That’s basically my job.

“I reckon when boys become men nothing really happens . . .they just become bigger, sometimes fatter boys who have set their own bullshit down as law”

–Henry Rollins.

I’ve been on a huge Henry Rollins kick lately. The dude is a bad ass. He’ll kill and eat you and he won’t even be a dick about it.

I’m trying to decide what to do about my job. It pisses me off and it doesn’t, remotely, occupy me. Nor does it pay a lot. Or offer chances for advancement.

It has two good qualities:
It isn’t hard
It has benefits.

I’m pretty put out with it at the moment. I want to do something genius-y instead of this shit.

I’d like to make bionic arms. That would be a super sweet job. Is there a market for that? Do pirates have money? Who else needs arms?

Fuck this album is cool.

The current time is 11:50:04 

No one, no one has a bigger sense of your life slipping away then someone doing this. Everwhere I look about there’s a clock. Every second I work I’m waiting on a timer. It’s not like just waiting for the 8 hours you have to be there to pass – it’s more like some sort of pure, concetrated version of staring at a wall.

I mean, I should be doing something else. I’m seriously wasting quite a bit of capacity here.  

So. There is this show called the boondocks, based on the comic of the same name.

Here is something about the word boondocks.

Boondocks is originally a tagalog word (bunduk) for mountains.

That is how it came to mean “Out in the sticks” – when it was used by philipinos speaking to american soliders to explain where other philipinos were from.

So there.

Tonight’s entry:

Another entry for the Book of Suck:

Why do people zip content on the modern internet when the original document is:

1. Under five megs uncompressed
2. Divx or mp3 content that won’t even compress very much?

That aside, I haven’t really been talking about personal things very much lately.
The snow (or rather, the frost) is here. This place has these awful winters. I would best describe winter in Wyoming as “sharp.” There isn’t a ton of fluffy happy snow, and it isn’t 31 degrees and still the morning after a snowfall. – there’s a quarter inch of snow, a quarter inch of ice, and the temp floats between 25 and -25 – except for the days when it hits 50 or 60 during the day . . . then 15 or 16 degrees at night. The mornings after that, it’s just a full inch of ice.

It’s brittle. Brittle and sharp. It makes lethargy easy. It makes you want to skip your errands, it makes you glad your don’t work outside.

Played poker the other night with some guys I’d never played with before – it was a very nice socialble game. (I am always looking for a nice, socialble game).

It was a relief to play poker with some guys that weren’t wanna-be hard-asses. Usually you can’t play poker in this country for six hours without running into what I call “James Woods syndrome” – the people that are just way too intense for the leauge they play in.

I guess they are the equivilent of 40 year old men on the bball court that own sweatbands, kneepads, safety glasses, and tear-aways.

Man you know who is a person you guys don’t know enough about?

Chuck Norris.

Man that was a shitty blog I made before.

Fuck that blog.

This is a new blog.

Golgol Bordello was just on Conan.

They aren’t right in the head. This is a band that would hurt your feelings. You can see people look at them and go “What the fuck is this? This is not a band. This is an evil thing. These people will fuck my pets and laugh.”

Well I got news for you.

That’s the appeal.

EDIT: Man I don’t really care if my last entry gets read but I did want to repost the title because it was a funny bit of doggerel:

It was “Raindrops on Roses and Broomsticks up Kittens”

Hah! That ain’t real nice.

My fun Day

I got to turn around on the way to work today because I stopped to help someone with something that should have been simple and ended up coated in turkey grease.

Then I got to walk up to a parked train with the lights dimmed and tell them they were over the line and dropping the crossing.

The wind is high and my car has this spongy suspension. A good hard gust rocks my car on its suspension and I can’t hear a damn thing but wind while I drive.

I have been awake for about an hour and I am not OK right now.  

http://www.lewrockwell.com/orig3/monahan1.html

It’s bullshit it’s bullshit it’s bullshit it’s bullshit it’s bullshit.

You don’t want trouble on airplanes? PUT SOME ARMED PEOPLE ON THEM

Equip planes with oxygen venting systems and locking cabin doors.

END THIS SHIT with the fucking dipshit guys making fucking 8 bucks an hour with no degree and a fake tin fucking badge with all the fake authority jammed up their asses.

No more.

God I wish there were more like Penn Jillette out there.

Look

It’s like this:

If you say ‘skurred’

As in, “I was busting out pretty good times and then a guy pulled up in a Skyline and said he could run low 8s and I got ‘skurred'”

You had better be a rapper from the south.

Because otherwise there’s a good chance -I’m talking the sort of lock a good friend passes on to you before you go to the track…a very good chance–  you sound like an asshole.

I’m seriously going to fucking hit the next person that bitches to me about their life.

In other news, I watched saw 2 and I thought it was better then one.

I saw history of violence and I thought it was Cronenburg’s most focused, polished work to date. Up there with the Fly for the Cronenburgophile.

What else is up?

The guy that runs the bar decided to close it. What a douche. Where am I supposed to get thrown out off?

OH! One other thing. I went to this show with my parents and it was pretty good for being ‘of the old school’ – the entertainment had a nice vaudville quality to it.

I would have rather watched “Lost Highway” which is another show by the same guy that is more the darker aspects of the Hank Williams Sr. story, but meh.

That does bring me too a more recent bitch:

People that want to be rockabilly now that it is cool and they are making a movie about Johnny Cash are hereby added to my ever-growing Bitch List.

A quick hatefull thought:

You know what I hate?

Dumbass nicknames for readheads.

Ginger. Firecrotch. That kind of thing.

That is such bullshit to me.

I don’t even know why.

While on the topic, dumbasses that over fetish-ize redheads can ride the fucking boot, too.