It's been a few days, I'm not drunk.

The response to my drunk post was overwhelming. Six whole people who all appeared very excited. More than a few appeared to hope I would post naked pics. This sort of fervor warrants greater detail, in all fairness.

What happened in 57 weeks? I started working at Domino's. Six months later I quit when the manager decided to take out his emotional problems (mainly not recognizing that he has emotions, when his father is dying no less) out on me with verbal abuse. I said "see ya!" because I firmly refuse to abide any of that shit.

Started working at Cumby's. That went pretty well for six months until I was just about the only person on the night crew who was bothering to show up, not having a heart attack, and not without means to get to work. Then I was there like every fucking night for two months, through sickness and sleep deprivation. One saturday the manager tried to lie and manipulate me into coming to work.

The full story: It's saturday, about 4:30pm, I'm happily lounging about on what had been of late one of very few days off. The phone rings. Manager asks why I'm not at work. I say "because I'm not scheduled today." Manager says "I rescheduled in the middle of the week." I say, "that's bullshit. Wednesday and Thursday I worked with YOU. Why didn't you say a single thing about it? I'm not in the habit of checking the schedule every effing day." Manager says "well, but, so-and-so is there by herself and she's only nineteen (which means she can't sell beer, OH SHIT DROP EVERYTHING, IT'S AN EMERGENCY)." I say "you know, this seems an awful lot like lying and manipulating. I've been putting in 110 percent over there and I'm sick of it. See ya!"

Been decompressing for the past few months. Doing lots of writing. I canceled my radio show for the time being because it honestly has not been living up to my expectations and it will not until I save up some bank to finance the thing re: fliers. And also not having a decent computer to do the sort of graphic design to keep a decent website. So, the thing is on hiatus for now. Writing on the other hand is simple and requires nothing financial. Well, until I get into local distribution and shit, but that can wait, too.

I'm coming out of my exile, though. I have some good job prospects. Honestly, I got way too into being intoxicated, under sedation so to speak. Those who should know will know what I have been up to. At a later date this may all be revealed but right now I lack any clout at all to be spouting off about things which are frankly illegal, if only in the barest sense. Victimless crime! Victimless crime! Someone find a state prosecutor! Nobody real actually cares! Shit!

Robyn's been doin alright working at a sandwich shop. She has aims on getting into the popular field of massage therapy. That would be nice, eh??

That's it for now. I have other things to do then babble at people who are probably all like "TL;DR, baka." fucking furries! the lot of you! hahaha (good natured laugh).


damn, the headphone jack in this computer is all fucked up. Aenima sounds really goddamn weird. Wish I could record this, it's truly bizarre.

just been workin lately, trying to get more hours at this place. and we watch a lot of movies. Robyn seems to have missed a lot of movies, so Carl and I are catching her up. I've been reading "Shade's Children" by Garth Nix, which Robyn recommended to me. It's pretty good, but at the same time I feel... guilty or something. Bad in some way, because I haven't been reading the serious stuff I always buy but rarely get around to. Especially lately.

It's kind of unavoidable, frankly everything has been a bit upheaved. I knew it was going to happen. See I used to keep all my books in very specific places, pretty well segmented. This box here is all the really good books I've read, this set of books here is the really good books I am reading, and this set of books are really good ones I need to start soon... yeah? Well I used to keep all the books I was reading next to my bed, but now the bed is a lot wider, and I only get one side of it... it's just a change. Plus with all the boxes and just stuff we have cluttering the room. I don't know whether we should bother to try to figure something out to do with it, or if it would be better to just leave it until we move.

I'm not super obsessive clean and orderly guy or anything, but I need to know where things are, and there were a couple days when I could never find my clothes, things like that. One day there was something we needed to bring to DHS and I thought we'd lost it and shit.

And I'm not sure whether I should be talking about this whole thing or not. It's not like I would trade back to how my room was before, that's ridiculous. change is pretty messy sometimes.

I need to stop eating so much leftovers from my job, too. It's not even that I am eating a lot more food or too much food, period. But too much of that stuff, eck. And I know I'm not getting the right diet.

steam burns really hurt.

The new stuff on Adult Swim is all pretty good. the Squidbillies premiere was great and Full Metal Alchemist is spiff. I never really get to watch Adult Swim anymore. It's not that I don't have tons of free time, but I don't want to spend three hours every single night, eh? Especially since a third of that is all commercials, practically. I'd rather just get a DVD.

Picked up the Waking Life DVD the other day on the cheap. What's to say about that? Either you liked it or you didn't. There's been a lot of bullshit said about the movie, by people trying to make themselves look more academic than it is, acting like it's sophomoric or something. My personal opinion is that, most of the time, what that is is someone being too wrapped up in their own little theories or favorite conceptual period to be able to view the movie for what it is and what it is presenting, on its own terms. Fucking Post-Modernists. People get too caught up in, say, Nietzsche, and then they don't know what to say about a movie like this, because you can't relate it at all to anything he did, except to denounce it, so they do.

What I really like about that movie, is at the end of it, Carl said "I don't know what to think about that movie." And I said "maybe you're supposed to think about it." And he got really quiet. As if to say "damn, I shall think now."

Does anyone know if homestarrunner.com is officially never making anymore Strong Bad emails? I'd heard rumors that the guy was tired of it, and the broken computer seems to indicate that. Also the last one he did was very much like a climax. Pretty over the top. Anyone else Stromg Bad fans? What's your favorite email?

I was putting off waking up for a long time today, and then a housefly was banging its head on the ceiling, and that little tap... tap-tap-tap... tap-buzz... that shit always wakes me up more than anything. I hate those fuckers. I got up and blasted him out of existance.

check out this guy, he has some pretty slick links. My favorites are Subvertise, Illegal Art, and Propeganda Remix Project