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Spud and the giving of thanks
Ok, there is a guest speaker here --- oh shit, this journal doesn’t have a name does it? --- on The Box. I’m using the Box as a place to store this. My daughter has been doing the month of thanks...
Separating the wad from the chaff
I’ve half written and wadded up an entry or two over the last few days. You’re not missing much. I have pretty refined tastes when it comes to wadding up. I wad well and with discretion. I wad fo...
WWHDD
I had the sort of evening a gentleman doesn’t talk about. I figure if a gentleman can get away with that shit I probably can too. Oh boys and girls and whatever you are, yeah, I’m talking to you ...
Divining Grace from a Biscuit
I am a good man (the first son and/or daughter of a whore and/or whoremonger who says ‘Methinks he doth protest too much’ will be methinking out the other side of his or her ass). Awww shit, how ...
Everything fleeting, fast flying of us
It’s not like I haven’t been writing entries; I haven’t been posting them. I have things going on, a doctors visit, for instance, this afternoon or, for instance, phone charger trouble. I was sur...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQzn1nn8CZg I’m a bit ashamed that I can’t remember her name. She gave me the album, well, disc, with the above song on it as a gift. She told me I listened to mus...
“My belicosa has a first name, it’s J E S U S …” That’s as far as I got. It’s hard to fit Fuego into the Oscar Meyer song. I had to rearrange my humidor as I bought a divorce celebration of Fuen...
Zagnuts, All Hallows and a flashless Dog
It’s all Hallows eve and I sort of wish I were writing an October Flash. I will. I have another horror flash in me, I’m sure, probably several thousand. I’m not a huge fan of the genre, I don’t r...
Not an October Flash
No October Flash for me today. I paraphrase; Truth is more horrifying than fiction. No, no dead bodies, no small murders, no square block apocalypse. Just a divorce, the long last leg of a sprint...
Ok, so this is a little silly for October Flash. To be fair I am early. To be honest I’m a silly little motherfucker. I’m not ashamed of that, it’s just a phrase. For some reason known only to, w...
A used movie review
So I was watching What the Bleep do we know? Because it has my Portland, my beautiful Portland and quantum mechanics and other cool shit. They have a lot of radical ideas in that movie presented ...
Stuff about things
It’s raining. Michigan rain is different than Oregon rain; at least the rain in the middle of the mitten is different than the North end of the Willamette valley. It’s heavier leaden like the bel...
Draino and the Geneva Convention
I should probably write an entry. I wrote that sentence which, at bare minimum, already speaks to my intent. I’m waiting for a toxic blend of the tail end of a few draino bottles to finish gurgli...
Yeah, I don't know what the fuck this is either
Last night’s rain has washed the last vestige of muggy from the air. The sun is golden this morning and the deep blue sky, earth’s apology for leaving her children in the Midwest, peeks through t...
The Benefit of Lubrication
It’s Columbus Day. I don’t really need to rant about that do I? Even the story they give kids in rudimentary secondary Ed, which is more or less accurate, is rife with misplaced inductive reasoni...
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
I wrote an entry at five something this morning. It was clever. It was bullshit. I realize when I post MyTube videos it dates me as sure as any rant about walking twelve miles uphill in the snow ...
Air Asterisks
I busted out a flash this morning, it’s either good or it sucks, how would I know. There are things that are fun to write, there’s things that are driven to be written, things written from the he...
Don't you hear Jerusalem Moan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0menMGyqcKM
I'm sure this isn't right
I am in the habit of discussing abstract things by the quality of their gluts; e.g. it was a weird ass day. If I thought about it I’d be hard pressed to come up with a concrete definition for a w...
A rant about some damn thing or the other
Monday morning, the sun is shining but it’s very serious, it’s phoning it in. Back in my little damp spot of the NW dew point didn’t mean anything. Here when you go out barefoot to get the mornin...
A brief pause from the mouth of madness *edit* Sense of humor flash
Ok, so I’m watching In The Mouth of Madness, I mean I am presently watching it. I had to pause. I’m a Sam Neil fan, it’s in my queue because I like Sam Neil, I’ve seen it before. There’s this lin...
Inspiration n shit
What is truth? Is truth unchanging law? We both have truths Are mine the same as yours? --- Pontius Pilate song from JC Superstar I got this email this morning offering me free daily inspiration...
State of the dawg
I had left some scrap of fiction up on the screen earlier; someone snuck in and changed it to crap. I tried to type that sentence and discovered. Too, that someone, likely the same one, spilled m...
title is required
I really don’t have more than three gears; soul searching, funny cynical ancedotes and cryptic. Journal wise that is. I have those same three gears in real life too except that cryptic is close l...
where I haven't been
Know that old saw about how life is stranger than fiction? I usually consider myself immune from that, or I have for the past few years. No one says life is more fucked up than fiction because in...
Book Description
Thought I’d change the title. Some of my best friends are white girls. 95 percent of my friends are in cars going fast.
But perhaps For White Girls In Cars Going Fast was offensive. White girls can call each white girls, but I think we’re supposed to refer to them as pigment challenged Americans, which must confuse the hell out of the Brits, Aussies, and other such nationals on this site, e,g, “My pigmentation is fine and I’m a Not American American.”
