Constitutional appeasement

It's still,"the people, right, ", let's read it... "in order to form a more perfect union of confederate states". It's got liberty, peace, and finite powers to each branch. I know and believe in the checks and balances of the system making no branch superior. There is, however, no disclosure clause nor an abatement to branches unionizing through understood camaraderie for the purposes of power usurpation and retention.

part deux, Durden

I am waiting to find the wall of people I have "killed" or saved by re-instilling a will to live and excel, forcing them to live in fear of reprisal if they do not fulfill their lifelong dream of becoming ... physicist or business owner, or what have you. My Tyler, not selling fat, certainly has a lot better "other life" than me, perhaps the drunkard me, adept at playing at the frailties of women who fall for my wiles is him -- Tyler, a bastard creation of my half-conscious self. Be it male proclivity or mere, over-sexed male tendencies, I hope the insidious me is limited to consensual sex, not expanding to desperate measures linked to my semi-revolutionary and socialist ideologies.+

not a communist, but rather a socialist reformer, international growth with domestic ownership, far apart from 3% conglomerate of the whole nation. I favor competitive nationalism over elitism through corporate dominion and offshore protection (security) as we have now.

In my vanity, I hope I have inadvertently or overtly saved people, whether they ever knew me or not. Not every Superman wears an "S" on his chest.

yes, yes ... we all know what I said

There was the years of "Why, that's my penis" jokes. That was followed by, "I know what [name] is thinking ..."

Before that, my friends, we had, "lonely [rude term for female anatomy] in your face."
Later, in the 90s, you got, "This is the end--- of your mama's tits"
In review of my life ... it may not have been so acute, but rather chronic (puff, puff, pass) in progression; my madness, and my in situ Tyler Durden, never apart from me in entirety.

So you can start shopping

This is my wish list. Thanks for thinking about each item. Any would be just fine, I don't really need them all. Oh, here's Izzy's wish list if you missed it.

I'll admit, mine is a longer list, but you'll no doubt admire my lofty goals, Don Quixote's "dream an impossible dream", Man of la Mancha holds no candle to this --my perversion.

forecast for snow

Snow? That stinks. I don't want that now! It's too early.

My mom made it through

My mom made it through 2 surgeries. 1 more on wednesday. then I can sleep.

Knife throwing & ...

Tom Cruise...
Well, Scientology didn't prepare you for that one, did it now?

Venting

Notice ... "Rampage"

stressful days

I was at my wits end ... couldn't vent, turned it inward and grew despondent. Now, I just want to vent ... so, I'm going to find a violent online game and play it for venting.

Mum's in hospital, moved to another room, won't leave for another day or two. No visit she has made has ever been short. She's in no danger, thankfully, but there is a chance of heavy bleeding from an outpatient surgery. There are other stressors, but work doesn't alleviate the stress.

give me something to break
or
just shoot me

please

V-Day, remembered

I listened to audiobook, "Vagina Monologues". Due to its content, it is not for everyone. From a man's perspective, it was interesting, especially if you through in the psychological perspective. It is not as "helpful" as I would have thought, though it is theraputic many. Any woman who has "issues", especially in self-doubt, expression, or has suffered a smashing of herself at the force or corruption from others, ought to listen to this presentation.

-- the sickness and depravity of FGM (female genital mutilation) is not made as crystal clear as it should be. Especially true is the cold, hard fact that often the facilitators in the non-surgical butchery are often female family members. Talk about a mind **ck! Your mom holding you down to suffer pain and misery and to deny you sexual pleasure, and likely infection and premature malignancies and death. Great!

From the series, I'm rather like Bob, though I doubt that I'd stare for a whole hour, but would rather invite her to accept that she is beautiful and that she, a whole, cannot but "separated" as it were from her vagina.

If there were the corollary, I'd note that my member would wear spelunking gear (perhaps casual jeans and sweatshirt) and would (in two words) declare,
"back again" or "you're supercalafragalisticexpialladocious"

save the humor, he's just plain jerk

guy at work ... unfailing jerk. His abilities are like Superman's, far beyond those of mere human mortals. He is the Jerk, some putz in command, or rather with title, only wishing he had real command. Imagine, if you will, a 14-year old with adolescent lust, yet virginal. Picture a chronological adult with such stupidity, limitations and "passions", and you have this putz. He's all that without the humor. This person makes work much more intolerable. What's worse, this plucky duck holds a higher position.

Learning the trade

I am continually adding to the manual for work. While I wasn't given one, I thought the next people might like to know how to do things, therefore, I'm making one. I have it just about finished for one "position" as it were. I'm now on to the next "level". If only I were given one, but, then that absence gave me an opportunity to shine.

say, blah!

not much of a look for me, really.

clever carvers, not me

Death Star

Firefox

Snoopy

this week

Monday 11-5
Tuesday off
Wednesday 3-10
Thursday 4 -10
Friday 5 - 11
Sat 12 - 8
Sun 5 - close
Mon 9:30 - 5

I'm a geek, I know what this is

you'll have to chill for now, but maybe later, you'll get your chance

Halloween 2007, group shots

I'll have other pictures later, but now you have these.

This Ghostbuster wasn't fast enough on the draw

The thing erupted from the Diet Coke bottle and sadly, Egon was later consumed by the ectoplasmic poltergeist. MR shows chemical sense with Diet Coke + Mentos.

no gangsters

no laces ... loose shoes, right fitting clothes, black, proud

RUN DMC

if rap wants to imitate some group, why not these early front-runners, eh?

in their shoes ... walk this way

no running, no driveby, no drug buy

what do you get when you mix acid, middle school and markers

Oh, Tom Tom Cllub's "Genius of Love" ... that's right. I remember seeing this video and then being left with wondering who directed the video ... Chutney from Curtis? Youth, aspiration, dreaming, denial. Actually, I'd venture some petty middle-schooler might latch on well to this song.