Confounded Accusations

I started a compost pile this morning. I actually started it the other day. I saved up some old veggies and other garbage and chucked it into our (Zelly's) kiddie pool. Today I layered a bunch of dirt onto the ground in the sideyard. Then i took the garbage and threw it on top. Later, after i get something to drink and shit i'm gonna throw some more dirt on top of it, slosh it around and let it rot. It's kind of fun. I hope the stink doesn't get in the house.
What else? Uhm, i'm listening to Ender's Game on BOC, well mp3 but whatev' . I like it. I've never read Orson Scott Card. I know who he is. Dude's got his own little section in the YA area. Also he started writing Ultimate Iron Man for Marvel. I'm sort of getting to know who he is before i dig into the comics.
I like the book. It's about this kid named Ender who, because he's so dope is forced to join the military. They think he's got the goods to save Earth from these wicked alien bugs so he gets put into advanced officer training. Oh ya, he's six. Everyone hates him, he has conflict blah blah blah.
It's hot. Memorial Day is important. Take some time to think about the people forced into duty by something much bigger then they are. Some gave all. Remember that. It's not propaganda or rightwing shit. It's as true as shit gets.

I want to thank maritza for coming up on this vacum. Look down below. It's awesome. 12 horsepower motor. It can pick up a watermelon. Word, i'm serious. Those that know me well-ish know that i have this problem with vacuming. I HATE shit on the floor. i must do it 3-4 times a day. This one has so much juice that i cut my time in half. It picks up so well that i totally don't have to do it in the evening.
It's bagless. The pic right below is the stuff i picked up in ONE day. That's gross right. Stay on top of your vacuming kids. I think you can cut allergie attacks in half jist by getting all the dirt and whatever out of the nooks and crannies around your house. That's my medical advice for the day.
Comics: I was at the shop yesterday. This is not news to anyone who reads funny books but pick up The Ultimates. It's soooooo good. I really think if they can keep up the quality of work that they, they being Mark Millar and Brian Hitch, are doing now, this book is gonna go down as one of the bes of all time. I mean that in complete seriousness. I think it's that good. The deal is that it's a modern retelling of The Avengers. Not the Brit TV show, the marvel superteam. I don't think that my little description is doing the book justice. I can say this though, not one person that i've hipped this to has told me that they didn't like it. A couple even buy it monthly. I'm not saying that you will, shit i don't even think that most of you who don't read superhero shit already will have any interest but whatever. I gotta go.

this is a day worth of shit off my floor. Vacum often people!

my new thing

This is my din-din from, uhm thursday. Maritza had to work late so i was on my lonesome. I mad a stir-fry. It was yum.

Sara gave me this at a sushi place. The one next to the comic shoppe.

Kane is crying, sad

I was bummed today. I bumped into that girl Courtney, the homeless chick and she was dressed really nice. She had a cute plaid skirt and this funny stripey shirt. It was orange and red. She even had on makeup, foundation, lipstick the whole kit. So i was liking it, she looked cute. Oh and she was standing up, usually i see her seated and ya, she's way tall. Like an inch taller then me in flip-flops. She had on flip-flops, not me.
So i saw her on my break and she came and sat with me, we smoked and she was all talky and happy and stuff. It was a nice convo, but she noticed my wedding ring and asked if i was really married. I told her that i was and she started talking about all these boys that she likes, all frantic and nervous like. I think she's into me.
I felt bad, really i wasn't trying to lead her on. I like that she's cute but I'm more interested in how she's a vagrant. That's what she says: vagrant. She's vagrant. I wanna know what that shit is like. Like what does she do all day? Collect cans? Bum change? Weird. I wanna know this stuff. Like where does she shower and where did she get makeup and a cute skirt? prolly Goodwill. They have lots of cute skirts. Maritza buys like, all her's there.
I just feel bad. I hope that she wasn't embarassed. I do like her. I think she's interesting but ya, she's vagrant.

T.R.O.Y

Today was good. In that nothing bad happened. Nada, that's so rare and so awesome. No crying jigs from Zelly, no griping from the wife who was totally happy and suprised by all the lawn work me and Z got through (she's a good helper. She swept up the grass after i mowed) it was great. I read some of Chuck's new book, which aint all that bad and i watched wrestling while eating chips. HA-ZA. I am someone special today, and on top of all this i pooped out some awesome KAK pages. I like them alot.
I've realized that when i'm writing i love the parts with dialogue and can't get to them soon enough. I need to focus more on the other parts. I feel like maybe i should try and direct the shot a little bit more then i do at the, uhm present juncture. Maybe i could storyboard the books. Right now i tell Greg the mood of the characters and what's going on. Sometimes i suggest shit but overall i leave it to him.
Way I see it is that he has to find a way to fit in all my jibba-jabba and still make the pages flow so anything i tell him is just gonna get in the way. I think though that i might try and take a bigger part in setting the tone for shit. Not that i didn't like issue one but there were some parts that i thought could have been darker and maybe a little more realistic, but it's a comic so what the fuck? What's real? Solomon Grundy or The Mirror Master. Both characters i don't dig BTW, well that's not true. When i was younger I had a doll that i pretended was Grundy and he used to wreck shop on my joes bayou style. That earns you a special place in my heart.

Here's the rundown. A typical day. I got up at 9:00. Zelly got up a little bit earlier and played Polly Pockets at the kitchen table while i woke up. I'm never as tired as when i just wake up ( paraphrased from LCD Sound System) Anyhow, then i read my two stupid papers and drank coffee. After that was finished i got dressed, got Zelly dressed and went to the garage and put these 8 ball air hole cover things on my bike. That took like 35 seconds. Me and the z then made some buttons from things we cut out of magazines.. UGH! this sucks. If i hadn't already written it i'd totally delete it and be on about my business but i took the time to do it so it seems silly to just up and destroy it but i don't think that i want to write anymore today. I just don't have the goods at this juncture but i am typing very well and that always makes me feel good about myself.

i talked to a homeless girl a few minutes ago. It was weird. I think that i've mentioned her before. She's really pretty. Like, 5'10 or so with a really cute little upturned nose. It was strange. She was working on this cut and paste thing near where i was shelf reading and i was really curious about it so i turbened up and asked her if i could take a look. She said cool and sadly it was pretty cliche and shit, some real like "against the media" type shit. I thought that i was gonna be flabergasted but instead i was disapointed. I did talk to her for a few minutes though. She said that she hitch-hiked up here from Seattle. Weird. Why stop here. I'd keep on going. I should have asked her about that. She was nice though. Kind of loopy but nice. I think that she should prolly try and get her shit together. I don't see any reason that she couldn't be working or at least living in a house as opposed to under a bridge, which is where she said she was staying.
It must be really hard to be totally cute and still wind up on the streets. That's bucking some odds. I mean think about it, when was the last time that you saw a tall, thin cute blonde with an upturned nose walking around with a cup begging for change? I mean, i'm 31 and this is a first for me and i work at homeless central. She might be one of a kind, plus she smelled like lemons. I didn't expect that. I'd totally make out with her. If she took a bath that is. Who knows where she's been? I guess i do. She's been under a bridge. I am such an asshole for making jokes but hey, that's how i roll.

Once again I am at the liberry. I'm totally basement dude today. There is nothing to do. I'm under orders to look busy but to not do much. Does posting to your blog count as looking busy? I would think not.. Dude, Reno was a drag. I have a sensitive stomach and as you can imagine casinos have jack shit for me to eat. We went to this one joint that had NO items on the menu that didn't have some sort of beef, chicken or pork. That only includes entrees. I had a real shitty salad and a slice of bread. I got all grouchy and shit over this. Like psycho grumpy. I think I'm hypo-glocemic or whatever it's called. Prolly i'm just a dick who likes to blame his dick headedness on various ailments. Face the facts kid, you're just a dick. I don't know what Travis sees in you.
Ugh and ucka. For the record, no i'm not gonna. I was fixing to rant about how i hate firemen but i don't wanna do it. I do hate them though, no i hate the credit they get for just doing their job. Gloryhound ex-jocks prolly. The guy sitting next to me just farted. I have to move. It smells.
I hope my house doesn't get on fire cause i'd have to chase away the fire dudes as to not be a hypocrite and it'd suck having all my shit and maybe my family and pets burnt up just so i could prove a point but sometime you gotta do what you gotta.
I wanted Jen to win Survivor. Tom is cool though but that kid Ian is such a fag. My favorite part of the show was watching that Angie chick's ass bounce around during challenges. Gotta love a punk rock chick with a big ass and small underwears. I liked the reunion show and how she was all bitter and vampired out and shit. I want to marry her. Oh, so she's girlfriend of the week. Seems like the right thing to do considering the love i just showed her... this is off her bio..


Angie Jakusz was born and raised in Waukesha, Wisconsin

sn't that where The Fonz was threatening to go to on the very special Happy Days x-mas episode? I'm pretty sure it was... That's so cool

Check this crazy shit out, it's the hit stats, broken down by country for the blog here. I don't know, i thought that it was kind of interesting. If your from Belgium or like, Singapore drop me a line or something. Well, don't it doesn't really matter.

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i'm at work. Have been for awhile now. Since 9:00. Since nine shelving books. I have this pain right between my shoulder blades. It's ok though cause it'll soon be over and when i get home me and the old lady are fixing to bbq up some tuna steaks and these fat shrimps we picked up from Oliver's Market. I think i might stop on the way home and get a beer. Like two beers and some vodka and some OJ and uhm, chips. Gotta have chips. I don't think that i'm gonna pick up anything. Truth be told. I'm lazy and just wanna get there and lay about.
I think I might start instituting GIRLFRIEND OF THE WEEK again. It's been awhile. I think the last one was Zia from the Dandy's. Sara doesn't like her. I think she wouldn't like Sara right back. So there. Who should it be? Lately i'm totally in love with Evangeline Lilly from Lost. Which is a super cool show. She has a really silly face and she always looks sad. I love sad girls. To me the greatest image my mind can conjure is a girl in a prom dress with mascara tears running down her cheeks. That really does something for me.. Something nice. So i guess It's Evangeline this week. good for her. It's a prestigous award. Like an ACE.
Well, that's it. I'll be back soon with tales of my Reno trip. Reno is like, Atlantic City's ugly little cousin. I think that says it all.

My computer room is really gross and messy. Right now i have a bit of a stomach ache. It's uncomfortable. I ate some eggs and that always does it to me. I juss really wanted them. Maritza scrambled them up with some veggie dogs. It's prolly not a good combo. I just wanted them.
Let's see, what else is going on. Man, it is so nothing. i am questioning my shit in a big way. I might need to move foward in some way. The tough part is deciding the area that needs to improve. It's one of them. I might need to work on the computer hacking skills or on my nun-chuck skills. Some shit. If any of you kids have some advice or whatever i would really appreciate it. Wanna hear a secret? This wrestler, wwf wrestler John Cena put out a rap record on Columbia and i kind of like the first single. It's allright. Listening to music put out by a sports entertainer is a way, way, guilty pleasure. I have a smurf coffee cup on my grody desk.
oh, my pedometer. So far the average day to day walking is around 3 miles. According to sara i want to be up around 4. I make 4 a lot of days. My high has been a smidge under six. This is just day to day walking. I'm trying not to do any additional steps. I want an idea of what i do in just daily operations. It's for my own personal stats. i think that maybe you should try it. I'd be interested in what other occupations do. Library techs average 3 miles or so. This one does anyhow...
maritza hurt her knee and is out of work all week. That's different. It's difficult for me to have her here. I like my space and she's all up in it. It'll be over soon, then this friday my brother graduates from school so we're gonna head down to Reno on a overnighter. That could be fun. i want to hit uo Thrift Town, and Alex D's comic shoppe. Thrift Town is a Target sized thrift store chain that they have in Nevada. It's so great. Last time i was there i picked up a mess of T-shirts and some killer old man sweaters that i loaf around the house in all the time.
That's about it for current events.. that's about it for everything really, I loaned Tom at work some comic books. I never ever loan out my books. It was funny he put them in a big box, well, first he put them in an inflated plastic bag then he put them into a box and then he filled the box with foam peanuts and put it into another box full of peanuts. i prolly overdid the italics there. I don't want to go back. That would take like, effort.

A Phil Collin's song just caused a tear to leak on to my cheek, It's official I have to kill myself. I think if you read my last three posts or so, i just read them back, my bi-polar nature is really obvious. Easy diagnosis. I need to call Dr.Bloom. Oh shit, i just popped on some Katrina And The Waves, if that doesn't save the day then nothing short early Wham!, when the music mattered more then the image, will do...

i am not by nature a tough person. I used to fight a lot, also used to compete in sports jiu-jitsu tournaments which i guess makes me some kind of tough but it isn't the kind of tough that i'd like. I can deal with being sick, to a degree. Physical pain doesn't bother me that much but a few times per year i sink into these really bad depressions. It's hard to explain. I just don't want to do anything. ANYTHING. Breathing is quite the effort. Yesterday i was laying on the couch feeling hollow. Like with no feeling, this is so lame. I hate to bitch about shit like this. Sometimes though i have the hardest time doing anything, it's not like being sad. It's like not being anything. It's like being the ghost of someone that you don't even know. I klifed that from some movie. Rules Of Attraction. That's what it feels like. Like not knowing yourself or knowing what you're supposed to be doing with yourself. Whatev' this isn't really all that important or that big of a suprise to anyone who knows me.
Ugh, i have to go to work soon. The advantage of being a ghost is that it's easy to float around and do the things that have to be done. It's like your body doesn't weigh anymore then a sheet. Movement, though effort laden is easier when one is left with no choice.
UGH, i need to quit this and try and get my shit together. Getting dressed is confusing. Part of this is totally hating myself and hating how i look. Everything i try on is worse then the thing before it. I end up like Maritza with this genormous pile of clothes and hangers outside my closet door (why doesn't she at least hang up the hangers?) While she's decieving me she cuts my security/ she has control of me/ I turn to her and say: Don't switch the blade on a guy in shades.

serious, and this is gay as hell: smiling helps. it does. Go to Genki Sudo's website: www.Genkisudo.com he's a fighter that i really enjoy watching. He hipped me to this and you can read more there in his diary section if you dig positive thinking bullshit. He's sharp for a young dude. (all the young dudes deliver the news) Anyway, try it, smile, say thank you to everyone who deserves. I don't know. I can't wipe your butt for you, just try and be positive in some way. Prolly sounds weird coming from me cause like Vlad i'm hollow and feel nothing. No joy, pain, love, whatever but some of you aren't so lucky so that's my, and Genki's advice to you.
Really it's all up to you. It's all yours and everything you do and everything you cause is your shit and your fault so try and not dick up other cat's crap. They don't need it and you don't need the baggage of being the kind of asshole who gives folks a hard time. Time is hard enough as it is. Like Genki says, We are all one and the sooner everyone gets ahold of that message the sooner shit might start turning from the state it's in today into the Star Trek like shit that we all know that it can.