The receipt was for thirty eight, over three twenties were left.

I dropped by to catch up only I was alone so I was chatting up one of the other regulars. The bartender wasn’t who I thought it would be, I later learned that they switched shifts. She knows me but not my daytime friends so much, so she carded them all.

Bottle of beers were ordered but we were only charged at the draft beer price. There are some benefits being know as a friend of Tim’s. I think we tipped her 150%.

untitled

So, I guess I’ve run out of things to say. Most likely though, I have just stopped doing things.

I’ve been making my way through some book on Adobe Flash and through some novel I had started eight months ago.

I set up a wireless printer so at least there are two reasons for having that wireless router.

The sparrows are chasing the other smaller birds away, the chickadees and such. When the feeder has feed, there are approximately fifty sparrows that hang around. I wish for other birds and then I question how I value life. Are the prettier, less common birds of more value? The markings on a sparrow are quite nice, a perfect match of shades of brown but I’ve become jaded to their simple beauty.

So, I have a laptop that hooks up to the internet through a wireless connection. I have the latest programs from Adobe and Corel. I have a printer. I can sit at my kitchen table and do whatever I want computer-wise; design-wise. I remember wanting all those things when I didn’t have them. Now that I have them, they mostly just sit, mocking me.

He Does Contempt Very Well

I shaved

blue

card

from the 20th

So

I've got nothing. I'm a pathetic loser with nothing going on and I just want to disappear.

That's actually not true despite that my routine posts do not belie that statement.

Losers don't use words like belie.


Or gainsay.


I've degraded, or so I think. The trouble is: I think that I can always turn it back on. Whatever 'it' was.

...

I was assaulted with holy water today. She came by saying that she was continuing her tradition and wiped her whetted fingers over my forehead, without even asking.

That is not proper. Nor is it Christian. And I don't consider it a blessing. That water is no holier than the stuff that shoots out of my water through the door refrigerator, if I were to pray over that.

so from the 17th

So, the plan was to help out an elderly neighbor a few doors up from me; I was merely going to run the snowthrower over her sidewalk. The first hiccup in the plan was a known problem and that problem was that she lives six houses up from me. I had enough time and I had enough gasoline so I ran the machine from my house to hers. When I got to her house, her neighbor was shoveling him sidewalk, so I did his and then I crossed the street to help out a guy I wave to once in awhile when he's walking his dogs. While I was helping out that guy, someone asked if I would do the driveway for an elder lady in the next house over.

The snow had changed to rain by the time I had crossed to the other side of the street and I was soaked through in a lot of places. I really just wanted to get back home. I wasn't too joyful doing the old lady's drive. She called to me from her window to thank me and I said "No" when she asked if she could pay me. When I was just about done, she came out and shoved something in my gloved hand. I refused again but she insisted and I shoved whatever it was in pocket.

When I got back home I had done fourteen houses and three driveways. The dog walker guy gave me some gasoline and what that elder lady ended up giving me was a fifty dollar bill.

...

I really don't want to be in work today.

...

It's dying now; the arrangement of plants that someone had sent him. It must have cost a bit of dough. I watered it while he was out; but now he's back. He can water his own damn plant.

...

"Was it a cold walk in?" He asked from his desk as I walked by.

"Yeah, a little bit."

"I was going to give you a ride in but I was falling asleep at the wheel. I've been working all night."

Unfortunately, he doesn't know how much of an asshole that same exchange makes him appear.

...

He complains if you do and he complains if you don't.

...

"If it's not at the end of your elbows, you do not give a shit."

also from the 17th

http://www.unitedbingdom.blogspot.com/

I check them every once in awhile, the blogs that have gone silent.

Often there is just that same last post but sometimes, there is something new.

...

I was in one of those arguments that happen inside of my head, sort of like practice for the real thing, which usually never comes. I remember responding "How could you embarrass me like that?" which is an out of character reply. I then stopped the phony discussion and thought about embarrassment and how it is totally up to the individual on whether or not they will be embarrassed.

So from the 13th

Verizon from Boston, that's me sometimes. I hit up sites from other ip's too, but last night I was Verizon from Boston.

I installed the wireless router so I could access the net using my laptop. I have business reasons for waiting internet access but recreation reasons would be utilized as well.

It was hooked up after I dealt with the ten or more inches of snow and I didn't have all my FTP info with me so my business reasons couldn't be realized so I went to my MySpace account where I had a comment waiting for me. It was from a 'friend' so I click the link that said "check out the awesome pictures of all the hot chicks I saw at this great party I was at," or some such bullshit that didn't sound anything like the guy.

Once I click, I was greeted with a message that said "you need to be logged in to do that" so I logged in, even though I had already thought I was logged in. I figured the router and me not using the 'remember password' feature were to blame but every time I hit the link I got that same message. I quit after three tries.

So, this morning I was lying in bed recounting the previous day when I realized I had most likely had just fallen for one of the classic password obtaining scams; the dummy login page. So, I pulled my laptop from it case, put the battery in it and logged on to the internet using my wireless connection and changed my passwords.

And then I looked for porn.

That is actually not true. I checked my email accounts and then looked for porn.

My mother would be upset to know her hair is mussed up

eye shine

Sometimes I shoot from the hip

sam

mouthful almost