Confounded Accusations

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Ocelot. I rode my bike around Spring Lake today. Took about an hour. It was fun but alas I got a flat. It was the slow kind so i made it home all right but fuck dude. I mean, i'm gonna have to take it to the shop or at least go there and buy an inner tube or some shit. What a drag. I'm on this streak of just breaking shit. I prolly shouldn't be here now typing this cause my computer is more then likely gonna follow trend and implode and suck my scrote in along with it or something.
I drank two beers in the last couple of minutes and am more then likely have one more. That's not too much really. Not compared to some points in recent memory. I'm tired though from the ride and some other work i did in the back yard. I vacuumed the deck. It worked good. I am dumb.

I dyed my hair black. I don't like it. Think i'm fixing to get Maritza to give me a haircut when i get off. I don't think that i want to look faggy anymore. I kind of feel active and sort of go-getter-ish. I should try and look the part. Maybe i could start wearing top hats and carry a cane and stuff. Like a coat with tails or something. Ya, i'm gonna shave my head.
I've started sleepwalking again. I find myself asleep on the couch. It's odd. I get a blanket out of the closet and roll up on the couch. I never recall doing this and feel all confused when i wake up. Does anyone elde do that? I'd really like to hear about it if you do.
I'm working at Rincon Valley liberry today. It's really, really slow. On account of the fair i think. The fair is fun. I think we're fixing to go to that later. I like to look at the animals and that big pavillion full of useless crap. Word. I'm gonna get my handwriting analyzed. I'll post the results. I reckon it's gonna be way informative.
Sara Bir says there is a picture of her in the PD but i can't find it. I did find some photos from the fair and one of them was of an ocelot. It kind of looked like sara.
Are you down with O.P.P? Is there anything wrong with that? Is it up to you to defend other people's relationships? I don't think that it is but i am a bit of a womanizer so i don't know if my opinion counts.
We've got tickets to see Nikka Costa in the city in a couple of weeks. Do you have someone like Nikka? Someone who's music isn't really that good but despite that you still like the person? I want to see her. I'm curious what she looks like in real life. I think she's short. Like 5'2, short.
What else? Nada Mucho. Watch Degrassi on The N, it's so fucking cool. I would love to write for that show. Even more then for the WWF (e). I gotta go.

I'm reading this thing by Howard Zinn. He wrote A People's History Of The United States which is GREAT and you should read it NOW. Ok, he was giving advice to the youth of today and i feel that most of it was really usefull so here goes:...

Look for independent sources of information beyond the official pronouncments, the mass media, the formal education system. Go to the library. Understand that money and weapons are fragile forms of power, that human beings, when united in a cause, can make money worthless and weapons futile, that powerless people can create power by unity, sacrifice, risk, commitment. Do not think that nonviolence brings about change if it remains passive; it must be linked to direct action. Assume that all governments lie. Do not accept the idea that the violence of war can be justified by claiming to prevent a larger violence. Understand that all war is a war against children, and therefore cannot be justified. Whatever the reason. Do not hesitate to speak your mind, even if you are alone in a threatening crowd-you may find suprising allies who are too timid to speak out. Listen carefully to th arguments of your opponents, and search for the core of truth in their errors, so you can seperate it from what is dangerous. Do not give up on anyone. People are infinitley changeable. Live in such a way that your children and grandchildren will be proud of you.


smart guy. Try and take something from that. It's good advice.... Have a nice weekend..

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey. I'm not too sure who this cat is. He's crazy though so ya, whatever. Take this if you are so obliged...

World Beard and Moustache Championships

Went to Tube Town again. Didn't really have fun this time. The kids were all being dickish and rohi was in a bad, no wierd mood. It's her b-day. I always get all pissy on mine. I hate to be the center of attention. She does too. Rohi told me that she wishes that nothing would happen and that no one would give her a cake or come over.
I gave her a plastic rings with little bitty sea shells inside of it. I bought it at a thrift store maybe a year ago. It's really neat. Also gave her the mix-disc i mentioned earlier. Let's see what's on it? I put a Cat Stevens song on it and James Mercer doing an acoustic version of Caring is Creepy off the radio. Uhm and Landed by Ben Folds. It's good. The whole thing. Some White Stripes and On The Verge by Le Tigre. 31-R.
I saw "The Village" The M. Night Shamalan ( I don't know if that's right and don't care enough to go and look it up. ) movie. I liked it. I knew the suprise ending from the start but i don't think that affected the movie in a negative way. The pacing was good. It kept me interested and at points really involved in the going ons. good flick, don't know why the critics panned it. Not bad at all.
Well, i'm working on a rewrite from the days of yesteryear. Want to work on that so i'm gonna get out of here. Take care.

It's weird. I feel like being happy is just around the corner but i can't seem to get there. All the ingredients are in place i just can't finish the recipe. Does that make sense? It does to me. I think that if i keep on plugging along the feelings will come. Or they won't. Gotta keep plugging though.
I gotta jam. I've started riding my recently repaired bike to work. I used to carpool in w/ Maritza and ride home but I reckon i can double my cardio and lose my extra pounds twice as fast if i ride in.
It's Rohi's b-day tomorrow. She will be 31. Congrats to her for not dying before then. I have this tradition of giving my friends special mix-discs for their 31st b-day. I have to make her's tonite. I think it's gonna be tricky. She's a confusing girl.

so dig this list.
1.MP3 player
2.pedometer
3.Bike (two TWO flats)
4.Washing Machine
5.Dish Washer
6.Watch

All of those things. Three of which i use like, daily all broke within the last three THREE days. I have no fucking clue as to what this string of wierdness is about. I don't believe in luck but this seems like some unlikely shit doesn't it? The bike, MP3 player and pedometer are essential to my sanity. I'm not shitting you. I need them to stay level. If i don't ride the bike i freak out and have panic attacks, the MP3 playa' keeps me cool when a panic attack happens and my pedometer reminds me to stay active, which is essential for a bi-polar mo-fo. I'm holding on by a thread here.
I did something dumb. There is this patron that comes in from time to time and i am absolutley in love with how she looks. She's short and curvy and has this Maggie O'connell hair cut. Oh, she's so cute. Anyway i got her e-mail addy from her account after helping her and wrote her a note, like on the sneak tip telling her i liked her hair. It's really her big ass that i like but whatever. I shouldn't have done that. I hope that she takes kindly to it and doesn't decide to push the issue. I could totally get fired. I am dumb when aroused. Someone, stop me from being an idiot. Well, i'll tell you what happens with all this, prolly nada...

Seanbaby's Pro Wrestling Page I used to go nuts for this game. My brother was Starman. I don't recall who i liked. I can't recall much sometimes.

R.I.P Doohan.
James stormed the beach at Normandy. He was plugged six times by Nazi slugs that day. What have you ever done with your silly ass?

This is Banana. She is Zelly's new cat. Margie (Maritza's sister) gave her to us. She is really cool, Banana and Marge. Zelly took this pic BTW.

NEWSFLASH.

Sorry that i've been absent from this. I know that you have come to count on me to bring some joy to your soul lacking lives but i've started a rewrite on the book i wrote the year before last and it's taking up a big hunk of my time and writing energy. I'm trying to do a thousand words a day on that son of a bitch and between that and watching my seed i don't have any time to spare.
I know, i know it's not fair of me to neglect you and i will do, well i'll try and do a better job of being here.
I remember back to my elementary school days. I went to Harnew: home of the hawks. That's in Oak Lawn Illinois. Nice place. Anyway every wed, if you brought a dollar from home you could buy a hot-dog and a bag of chips. We didn't have a cafeteria so this was a special thing. To have something that your mom didn't make for you.
It was awesome. The teacher would fill out the order slip and give it to one of the kids, some suck ass usually, who would take it to a room at the back of the school where some hot dog lady would fill up your gunney sack with scrumptious franks. We used a bright red laundry bag as i recall.
The smell of these dogs was off the charts. There is no way that i can describe it. Dude, when you'd open up the bag the whole classroom like insantly filled up with the odor of steamed hot dogs. That's how odor-iffic it was. It was heaven. That is something that i'd give a lot to go back and live over again. Hot-Dog Day. Man, it was so great.
I hadn't thought of that in a really long time and have no idea why i did right now. Weird. In a good way.

our backyard

some planter boxes i built

Our falling apart deck

Zelly in the deck hole

i've been stressed lately. I get back-aches and shit. Kind of like everyone else i suppose. Oh well. Don't pity me. I'll bounce back.

I downloaded the discography of Public Enemy last night. Man, they are so totally great. I knew this already. I hope that you do too but if you don't, better recognize. They sound so futuristic. Even today. no, they sound like the sound of future, past. Does that make sense? They sound like what we thought the future would sound like, years ago. The future does kind of sound like them, not enough like them but sorta.
It's the Bomb Squad, the production is this retarded collage of noise. Unless you've heard it it's hard to describe. Zelly is talking to me. I'm going to have to come back to this later. It's 12:18.
Back to the story. The Shockleys layered sounds over sound and used interesting off the wall parts of older songs to give P.E a familiar yet never before heard sound that set them above other rap acts of that time who seemed to run off of the saying that goes "If it sounds like something you've heard before/That's all the more reason to hit the dance floor .
Instead of relying on James and Funky Drummer, Hank and Eric used sirens, bells, whistles and sometimes even typical stuff like The JB's but in atypical ways. Listen to Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos and it's creepy sample of Isaac Hayes' Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquidalynistic and how eerie it sounds behind Chuck's tale of draft dodging incarceration for an example of how they made the usual sound anything but.
Right now i have on It Takes A Nation Of Millions... listen get it, download it, buy it, just listen to it. I don't fear that P.E is gonna go and disapear or whatev' but with Hip-Hop in the sorry state that it's in today it's crucial to hear something good from that genre every once and again

Sara was here for the weekend. We rode bikes. Went to a bbq at a drug dealer's house and watched Troy. Exciting all around. Read her blog, she already wrote about it. I coulda done better but far be it for me to overshadow her. She's outta work right now and she needs the adulation of the blog to keep her mood up. Matter of fact, why not go over there and tell her how much she means to you. Even if she doesn't.
Filled these planter boxes that i built last weekend up with pre-composted dirt. They look great. This morning Maritza planted some zuchinis in there. I like to grow stuff. It's satisfying. I don't know exactly what to write right now, uhm i have to go and get ready for work. I'll try and think of something later. Check back.

Sara Bir is on her way over to my house. I don't know what we'll end up doing. I'm a little tired. My sinuses was on bug so I took a pill and now feel a little bit to chill. Like disconected and disjointed. I imagine that I'll survive. I wish that we had a little bit more time then i think we do. It'd be fun to ride bikes and show her some Rincon Valley sites. There aren't many but I'd like for her to get the feel of my area of town.
i haven't been depressed or anything, if you've been wondering. I just don't feel much like writing. I think it's the actual physical act of typing. I don't wanna do it. It's bugging me right now to be putting these keystrokes up. Weird. I'm typing well but it seems very annoying.
Hey, go over and check out Evil's blog. He's onto some interesting subject matter lately having initiated a break-up and a stint in therapy to deal with some girlfriend shit. It's golden.
There is this girl with black hair that works over at Sawyer's News. It's right across the street from my work. Anyway, i totally love her. Love how she looks. Today there was a little article about her volunteer work at the needle exchange in the P.D, that's our local paper. I wonder if it'd be weird of me to cut out her picture and stick it up on my fridge. I think it would. i might do it anyway, but only for awhile. I don't think I'd like anyone to see it. What if through some odd set of circumstances she came over. They'd be way odd but, what if? What if she did and saw the picture. That'd be so funny. Like funny ha-ha. To me. To her it'd prolly be scary. That's what makes it funny. To me.