self historic memories are for the used-to-be's and the tired

room for wait

The thing about waiting rooms is that really there are only three types of news you get in there, either good news, bad news or news that there will be more waiting. Waiting for one of the first two kinds of news.

Prognosis

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See ya in the new year.

Thanks for reading me because there really are more enjoyable things you could be doing. I owe you one.

Hello, my little friend

So, I've been missing my x-acto, the one at the second office, the one at home and the one at the other office have known locations. I've been missing it for about two months which has made cutting stuff a pain in the ass. Anyway, today I reach for a pencil from the mug where I keep my pencils and there is my x-acto, point up. I don't know it you have every been poked or cut by an x-acto but it ain't much fun. Fortunatly, I got neither poked nor cut.

The cleaning lady must have put it there one day when I left it on my desk. Cleaning ladys should not touch stuff on top of the desk is what I think.

Anyway, I'm glad to have it back in the know.

And if I end the year on this post. I should be shot.

Er, maybe just dope slapped.

Boot Cut Jeans

It’s tough to change your core

You can change your job

your friends

your residence

your family - maybe even - to some extent - with marriage, I guess

you can insulate yourself from the world

you can live inside a pumpkin shell and from inside there, try to live very well


There have been times when I thought my past was catching up to me but it was just myself seeping through


Anyway, I appreciate you

Another slow news day. Well, here at least

I’m hanging around this guy’s house for business reasons, the guy is probably in his early eighties. He asks if he knows me. I let him know I am not familiar with him, even though I grew up six blocks from his house, as a kid I rarely went farther than a block or two other than for school.

He asks for my last name. I tell him.

He asks “Do you know a Sy?”

I answer “I don’t.”

But he insists he knows me. I tell him I grew up around here but he indicates that’s not it. I tell him the name of my father but that’s not it either. I start to get a little annoyed because the guy is so convinced that he knows me and I’m certain that he doesn’t. So the memory searching continues.

I tell him the name of my grandfather, who died before I was born. My grandfather’s name was Lyman. He says “Hmm, that’s Sy.”

How the heck was I supposed to know?

I asked my dad about it and he said they did called his dad Sy, although he didn’t know why.

My grandfather used to carry heat. He used to make bank deposits for a liquor store so the cops let him get a permit to carry. So, he carried.

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My last day of work this year is today.

I left one of my four personal days unused. I feel like some rookie for doing that.

Another year, I haven't called in sick, nine years in a row. I'll get a week's pay for that by trading unused sick days. I've earned 105 hours this year which brings my total to 487.7

I worked 15.5 hours worth of overtime. I could have worked much more.

I used 56 hours of vacation time of the 126 I had available.

I've spent 528 dollars on public transportation.

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Lady G is taking the train to New York today. She'll take the 6PM train back.

trouble

the trouble with having the reputation of being able to get shit done is that folks expect you to be able to get shit done.

Come on now, can't you go bother the nose picker with this request?

If you can

He comes over and starts with current events and picks Iraq.

I’m bored so I play along.

He thinks he is good at debating the issues. I think he is not.

The bullshit that ensued from henceforth is not important but I did make mention that people need to be ready for liberty and some people aren’t ready for it.

People have to be taught to speak up, taught to think, taught to be free.


...I think the US might need a refresher course.

How I blog

I don’t even know if what I do is blogging or not.

The thing of it is – I don’t really care.

I’ve read there is a difference between things and such - blogs, journals, diaries.

I don’t really care about that either.

How I blog – I write whatever the heck I want, however I want but I do have a couple things I keep in mind.

I try to post almost every day just so folks know that I’m alive. I usually don’t post on Saturdays, it’s just the luck of the draw. I’m usually only near a dialup connection on Saturdays, so I forego the posting.

I try to keep things short. This is because I have little entertainment value. Also, I don’t want to have to read a bunch of my own stuff when on the rare occasion I reread myself.

My type is kinda small so it don’t look like a lot of words (sometimes I use poor English). I figure folks say “I can trudge through that, it’s short.” That’s why I over comma and over paragraph, too – break things up into small portions, it’s easier to choke down.

When I do think I have a decent post going, I keep things vague. I think when things are vague, the reader gets to fill in some blanks on their own, they personalize it. I, in effect, have the reader write some of the story. I’ve read vague stuff and wondered ‘what the heck does that mean,’ then go away think about what it means, come back, see if my thoughts could be correct and wonder ‘is that what that really means’ usually it some profound stuff I’ve thought up about it but who really knows. So, if you think anything on this site is interesting it’s probably your own fault. And thanks.

Sometimes I don’t know where I’m going with a story or end up at a different place than what I was thinking but I’ll post it anyway. I’ve gotten comments on posts I was going to throw away, so I really don’t know what is good and what is not. I’ve posted stuff I thought was crap just because I spent a couple moments typing it and didn’t want all the searching and pecking to go down the drain.

I’m contrary to some of the advice I’ve read about blogging, but then my agenda most likely differs from theirs. I blog with the advice I heard Jack LaLanne say once in an interview when someone told him “I want to be just like you” Jack said, almost like a plea, “No! You be you.” So that’s what whoever reads this site gets stuck with, me being me. Well, for the most part.

I actually have no other choice because my fiction sucks.

Oh Yeah? Bleat This!

So, I’m at the second job. I strolled in at six fifty or so and find the owner sitting at her desk looking over the numbers.

I said “Hi.” She said “Oh, hi Tim.” Then I went to my upstairs office to start my work like I usually do which is running by blogs.

I’m still doing this when she comes up the stairs to get a check written for an insurance bill.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“I’m writing the check.”

“Right now?”

“Yeah”

“Oh, let me see how you do it.”

So I reduce my browser window which is usually the case and start running QuickBooks. She sees the numbers for the first time ever, as I see them – on the screen. I explain that the bottom line isn’t the actual bottom line because a check was written early and also she herself took some checks and wrote them by hand and I haven’t entered them yet because I’m punishing them for not being computer generated. They have to wait on me.

I actually only told her “I didn’t enter those checks yet.”

I print out the insurance check. Job well done.

I’ve been keeping the books for the past forever on QuickBooks through several version upgrades, so today was a big day.

yeah, this post blows. Why change now?

Sure beats pulling a loved one’s lifeless body from the mud.



I found this earlier looking for something else.

goat sex

I would tell you how I came across it but I think it's better if you make up your own jokes.

one in a thousand times four

I read a headline today

"11 US citizens killed in tsunamis"

that's one quarter of one tenth of one percent of the 44,000 killed

or 0.025%

or 1 in 4,000

sorry, key key

Next you’ll get a washboard.

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I am sort of m.i.a. it happens from time to time I just go through the motions until something kicks in.

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My niece was running about and sees the cat sitting on one of the kitchen chairs so she puts her face right into the cat’s face and shouts “Hi, Key-Key” (the cat’s name is Tequila but he’s called Key-Key for short) anyway, the cat doesn’t like getting shouted at so he flinches. He flinched the first few time she did this, she would run into the kitchen from the living room and shout “Hi, Key-Key.” I told her that she’s scaring the cat so she continued with the running, the shouting and the repetitiveness but she changed he message to “Sorry, Key-Key.”

The cat wasn’t digging her apology.

I'm unholey

So, I’ve been away from my high speed internet connections and kicking it old school with the dial-up. I remember thinking a couple of time “I’ll post something once I get to one of my high speed machines,” well, here I am and I’ve got nothing to say.

I went to breakfast with Lady G and her family: her mom, stepdad, nieces and kids were there. During one conversation she turns to me and asks “Did you ever get your ears pierced?” I replied “No, I stopped after I got my nipple pierced” which was my attempt to say something surprising but I was out done when she said “Yeah, I’ve only had my clit done.”

(I have no piercings, her - just her ears, by the way)

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My mom got me a squeezebox as a gift

D40 Concertina

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Thanks mom.

100 proof

“What do you want for Christmas?”

“I want you to prove your love for me.”

There was a downward glance before the reply.

“I shouldn’t have to prove my love to you.”

“You’re right and you won’t be, I already know. You’ll be proving it to yourself.”

twenty bucks for what some most dream of

So, I got Anti’s Blook in the mail today, the precise day I was told. I thought I might get it earlier than expected but that didn’t happen. It seemed like forever, the wait, that is, but once you get over the need to have it today it’s a nice surprise in the mail, when it does come - right on the time.

At first I had no interest in getting his blook because why buy what you can get for free and when I first found out about it, I thought I would take a pass and I did but then I got an email which basically said maybe you were waiting for an invite to buy the blook so consider this an invite.

And do you know what, I think I’ve only sent Anti one email so either he saved my email address from that one email or he made an effort to look for it. And he even disagreed with the email I sent him but that didn’t stop him from sending me an invite to buy his blook. And that’s respectable.

Anyway, why buy what I can get for free? Well you have to read it off the computer screen and any reader knows reading off a screen sucks. It’s not the same as feeling the paper between your fingers or that sense of progress with every turn of the page or the permanence of holding an actual bond copy in your hands.

Anti wrote a book free to the world but for most it is as fleeting as static over a telephone line, but me, I got me a hardcopy. And what is best about it is Anti’s just like you or me whether you have a blog or not, true he maybe a better writer and a more popular blogger but dude sat down and wrote and then he set what he wrote to paper and ink which can nearly last forever. His face is on the back of published book! And that is the coolest even if only a few copies exist.

“Some of the entries are fictional and some are based on reality. But all of this is my life, it is my story to tell, and I hope you find it as amusing as I do.” - Anti

smoked

I’m watching the movie The Swimming Pool and someone starts lighting a joint and I say “That’s the best looking joint I have even seen” and the response I get is “You notice the weirdest things.”

I’m just saying if I was the director I would have said I want a joint that looks more like a joint and less like an unfiltered Camel. I would have gone to the prop guy and said “Listen, if you can’t roll a fake joint to make it look like a real joint then have one of the grips do it.”

Because everyone knows all the grips are stoners.

There was also a scene where the main character, an author, got an idea to use a supporting character as a subject for her fiction and she makes a folder on her laptop and called it Julie which was the other character's name. So I stated a real author wouldn't use Julie, a real author would make up a phoney name. I futher said that I would have had her type Julie but then erase it and type something else in just so the viewers would know what's going on. And then I would have had the main character do one of these and I did an 'I am thinking' chin stroke. The person I was talking to just rolled their eyes at me.

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There was this time I had to be discreet, I had to hang around someplace at certain times during the day and take notes. It’s hard to do all three of those at once because a dude hanging around taking notes at set intervals, usually gets noticed. So, I would smoke a cigarette even though I don’t smoke but the cigarette I chose was Camel unfiltered. I figured it I was going to risk lung caner for my craft I was going to do it like a man.

I also had a micro cassette recorder going so I was smoking and talking to myself which in my neck of the woods goes unnoticed day after day.