Trapped in a basement....

I work in a basement.....there's dust on everything. Everyone once in a great while, I see sunlight....

Monday, November 20, 2006

Dog............


This is my dog. She's crazy! When I come home, she jumps up at me. She gets about four feet of air. If you notice, she has an elogated body. She looks like a noodle, so that's what we call her.... Noodle...


Noodle doesn't scurry or run, she springs like a freaking Gazelle across back yard, she's almost a Ferrett. If you're sitting down, she'll levatate off of the floor and land on your chest with her nose in your face. She'll try to lick your mouth. The first instinct is to turn away, but then she'll go for your ears. She likes to nibble on your ears.
Noodle's dangerous...I have to take karate just to stop her from kicking my ass everyday. Don't let her cute little face fool you......


"You may find yourself....."




"Living in a shot gun shack.. You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile.. You may find yourself... with a beautiful house... with a beautiful wife... And you may say to yourself... Well, How did I get here?" ( "Once in a life time" Talking Heads)




Christ, it's another Monday and I'm so excited, Let me tell you! I really don't feel like working (what else is new?). Slacking in the USA. Maybe it's my diet that makes me this sarcastic, this jaded, this cynical, this tired. November is totally flying by, I mean it's 11/20 already! I still have to Christmas shop. I'm just going to get everybody I Tunes gift cards, even if they don't have an I Pod or a good PC. I'm just going to get them something that they don't want or need. "Here! Merry Christmas!" I'm sure they can find something to do with the card. Re-gift it maybe? Use it as a book mark, perhaps? They can use it to break into people's houses, if they aspire to living a life of crime. The problem is, people just aren't that crafty unless they have to be. People aren't forced to use every little thing they have, regardless of its intended use. Instead we can go to CVS, Home Cheapo, or any other of the countless convenience, department or all-encompassing, sell anything stores. It kinda kills the MacGyver ingenuity that Americans are famous for. Oh well! We'll just wait for the next disaster to happen and look for the man who know's how to make a life raft out of a stapler, a garbage can, a Whistle, a clothes pin and "Tickle Me Elmo" doll. "Same as it ever was....."


Friday, November 03, 2006

Where the hell did October go???

I don't get it. I didn't have time to even come up with a costume. I was invited to three parties and I didn't go to any of them. I'm becoming such an old man! I need to change my ways, otherwise I'm going to be home-body. There is way more to life than work-school and sleep. Lately, I haven't been able to get enough of that last one: Sleep. Once the temperature drops below a certian point, getting out of bed is not an option. I'll look at the clock everytime the alarm goes off and say " There goes another 10 minutes" and then go back to sleep. Why do we have to be to work at a specific time anyway? I need my rest, beauty sleep if you want to call it that. I have very important work to avoid and that takes energy, dammit! All I want to do is get some rest, but NOOOO, I can't because of this arbitrarty "start time" and all this "efficiency" nonsense. What the hell is that? They act like they're paying me or some shit.