Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Chaos ensued....

Here I sit, 6 am... not happy. Look at me, writing a real blog journal entry. Look at me, bleeding academic blood. The monitor, in its wonders, now begins to morph. Really, I can see gentle waves of white. The Nyquil takes effect I assume. Reneage plays on my radio. I think about how I could format it. I didn't wake up at 6 am keep in mind. I have eaten but a half a piece of chicken and some pizza in the last 24 hours. I haven't slept and don't think I can. I don't want to - or do I? Let's make it clear that I'm not writing this for purpose of appearing to be busy. I cherish the times when I can think about the true symbolism of Alex P. Keaton's love of Ron Reagan. My vision is blurred as they say, both lierally and symbolically of course. Let's just get to the point:

1) What are the conditions for quitting?
2) What are the feelings on failure these days?
3) What are the overall options?

I'm in a real fucking bind here....

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Nailed to the Shark-Cross

From the New Scientist article detailing "Shark pup result of virgin birth": 'Sadly, the remarkable specimen later died, apparently killed by another fish in the aquarium.'

Typical... kill the miraculous, support the status quo. In any event, might it not be true, that the Age of Aquarius will start in actual aquariums?

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Realistic Eye Damage

Of course, it's much more horrific than the falsified variety. However, neither is funny.

I realize that a good portion of you have counted my ticker out... left me for dead near the vulture's nest. I do wish that I had a smarmy, "oh, but don't you count Fiestawizard out just yet," type comment, but indeed I do lie by the nest of the bloody toothen vulture, with his combed over feather-top head and his sad eyes; so sad they are to be lusting over my body. To the vulture's later disgust, I am only there studying his nest and his ways. I seek to assault him with my investigations, and to steal his wisdom in devouring souls and finger roots, which are a special delicacy among his friends.

Soon, more postings will be available. To kick things off I'd like everyone to have a good old southern type internets search for "Jim Bob Druggar." He's the subject of a show on the Learning Channel about gigantic families - he's got 17 kids - all with names that begin with 'J'. Now, to be sure, it's not the "keepin' your wife pumpin' out baby matter," thing that gets me, or the fact that one poor girl had to be named Jinger. It's the fact that I've browsed past two of these shows in the same number of weeks - that is, people that create cult-like kiddy posses. It's not the focus of these documentaries, but as a sidenote, all families home school their children and follow a particular fundamentalist creed. The creed is an old one, that I independently ran across recenlty, that essentially states that any good woman should be pregnant as soon as possible, and should stay that way until it's no longer possible. You know, to produce soldiers of the cross and such. I don't care to provide links that further explain or prove this because
a) nobody that reads this will challenge it and
b) I don't care to link to certain sites that promote children birthing and
c) I don't really care
Also it's common Christian knowledge you blasphemous non-believing a-holes.

But, I do have a source for a lesser known Fundamentalist creed that I hope everyone can follow, if nothing else, for my own sake when I stop by your house later tomorrow evening.

The John Birch Society Evening Home Activities:

g)refreshments - served at the conclusion of the Home Evening, are especially appropriate if they are of the homemade variety (such as cookies, popcorn, ice cream, fudge or taffy) as the can be popped, baked, churned, cooked or pulled as a family.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Apologies to Ballister, Dean



Dean L. Ballister, M CIW D said...
To whom this may concern:

Please remove this treads immediately! At no time did I give anyone permission to use my property this way. I doubt Assistant Chief Burke would allow this also. I know the Provost at UW-Madison would never allow this!

Regards,

Dean
Dean L. Ballister, M CIW D
RPCV JM 81-83




Sorry Dean - In all honesty I thought this was all some sort of prank... wow. Any good provost would never allow it, and my dad certainly wouldn't. The post has been removed for the convenience of any sort of incombinant recursiveness; recombinations as well.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Irreversible Exchange

...pi...pi...pi... monotone electronic hum... low frequency pulses. Everyone's done it, some just don't look back. Justification. Soul crushing, but not bone splitting, thank you. Mental scarring. No perspective, knee deep in non-scented, sterile sludge. Emperor no more. Action required. No further questions.

This was the story I told you about... in the paper... the Sunday paper.