FORD... TOGETHER FORD

FARTY... TOGETHER FARTY

total totalitarian moronitude

the lion's share of the businesses within my cherished community are now displaying the dilbot mantra about going together into the forward. seed i nay more?

how to stretch a hairy dog

tomorrow niu re-opens and i shall be there. i'm curious to see what the mood shall be. let's ask ourselves, how many people get killed daily by suicide bombers or by being part of the military industrial complex? i suspect these figures will lighten the mood for some. much like shit happens, death happens. i still feel a resonating aftertaste of survivor guilt. sorry, susan, but i do. the thousands of amerikans who joined the millatree and came down with deth knew what they were getting into. i doubt that the victims of cole hall knew that they were rolling the dice when they came to dekalb.

who was the dipshit who got paid to create THIS?

the mantra for niu recovery is just daft in extremis. forward together? yeah right? good luck selling that one. death or no death, people are going to hang with the same folk that they did prior to february 14.

does it get any cleaner than this?

today was a kind of impromptu cleaning day about my abode. i vacuumed, switched on the dishwasher, and went out to do laundry. all went well until i came home and walked around my car to unload my laundry basket.

KABOOM! i fell face-first into the ice. for a few moments i could not tell whether i still had all my already crooked teeth in the front of my face. i could taste the blood on my lips as i struggled to get up on solid ice. i took a quick hit of an rx analgesic, washed up and vegged with an iced tea. now there is just swelling and redness. so it goes...

welcome to the late 20th c.

thanks go out to my son for giving me the stuff that i traded in to procure much of the value of a new keyboard and mouse--with speakers thrown in to boot!!

yes, komrades, i now have a wireless keyboard and mouse. i've arrived at the latter days of the clinton administration. ironic part? the last time i clearly recall using a wireless mouse i was subbing in a high school computer class. one student became a hellacious prick and never never ever let me forget that he disliked me. people, if you deal drugs, don't have kids. i am not joking about this AT ALL.

i'm sorry that people had to die for this, but...

it has been a slow, painfully dragging week thus far. i realise that j peters could not swing the doors open wide at niu without a grieving period. and the weather sucks. AND i keep getting stronger post-surg. but hell's bells! if this had happened in june or even april life would have been so much less drab.

"Communists Are Ruining This Country...

...and other lines of crap I never believed." after a bit of a dry spell, i've begun to listen to music again of late. i've even addressed the issue of songs that held bother for me. atop this list were robert plant's "in the mood" and smashing pumpkins' "luna". after a teary return, i realised that i may be ready to once more return to the dating game. were it not for online entities such as match and y! personals, older folk such as myself would be far out of the loop.

i did have a light bulb revelation recently regarding sticking the right person in the archetypal frame. that is, music should follow la persona perfecta--not vice versa! i recall burning a cd in summer '04 and wondering who it would ever be for. now, i have decided to let person and personality come first and influence the contents of the next album.