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Poor spelling and the hypo-mania (epic)

I misspelled the title on the last post. I truly feel like an ass. It's embarrassing, anyway. it's fixeed now.

the last three days have been truly wonderful:

• Sunday - dinner with the folks; the deadeye show with the jenn (and, thinking back on it, she really looked hot);
  
  
• Monday - painful because of the sleep deprivation. But, thanks to modern chemistry, sleep is now optional. I did two days of two person labor in 12 hours, and I didn't fuck up; efficiency man rides;
  
  
• Tuesday - since I finished up a day early, I went to the evil office, much to some people's amazement, looking tan as fuck. Looks like I've got an audition with American Relay, who are requiring a thunderbroom slinger, thus y'all's phone calls if I have your number and think that you might give a shit. My officemate accused me of losing weight because I'm "looking hot" (she's gay, too!) and my pants are ill-fitting. Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about, pickin' up the gay girls and shit. The truth is, though, that I've been "too busy to eat" and, not too into it, really. I think that the folks was my last meal. It's not like I'm wasting away or something. Too excited to slow down to eat at the moment, though.
  

My scale was freaking out, so I jettisoned it. I ought to get a new one, and a DVD player. (number 2) bit the dust a week ago while I was trying to get through the devil's rejects disc 2. I really have a jones to watch my favorite western. Thus, I need to purchase a new player, perhaps a Samsung, since they really haven't let me down yet, or, work with an inferior sony product.

i refuse to work with the sony for liberty reasons. they are evil.

(introspective bit)
this is the hilarious part about having the type ii bipolar disorder. If I'm actually a functional, active person, it's huge. Otherwise, I'm adequate (or sufficient to get by), thanks to my ability to recognize a downer and talk myself out. hypo-mania just means that I feel like a normal, functional, productive member of society. (/introspective bit)

hell yes. If they could just bottle this feeling, right?

tomorrow is blood test time. fun stuff with a bunch of octogenarians.

I have some songs to learn, kids.

Another success

The show was great. jenn had a good time too. I wasn't sure that she would, but the bender's was right up her alley. and...she got to meet several of my pals.

tom Murphy and jenn interacting was one of several highlights of the evening.

I feel good now.

my superpower

is the ability to "fuck with people" via "complete bullshit" it seems:

on smoking:

menthol cigarettes are actually good for you. you should smoke lots of them.

on "what the hell is a chern character?"

if i remember correctly, the chern is a player character class in the dungeons and dragons gaming system. it's been years since i've played, but isn't the isomorphism spell somehow related to the 4th level magic user's spell polymorph self ?

on weird bone growths on the shoulder:

dude, that's osteo-sarcoma and you should have that looked at.

on the color yellow:

that's actually known as "butthole."

i can't think of any others tonight. maybe other people can think of some.

a superior record, really

i've long been a fan of disintegration, but i think that the head on the door is indeed a better album. it's really good, man.

i'm totally behind the times, i'm sure.

sunday chicken update

the parents are alright, although mostly crazy.

over dinner, mahoney went into graphic detail about how their old dog, amanda, died in the dining room, and how they covered her with a blanket and left her there, dead in the dining room for a couple of days. my mother tried to convince him that this wasn't polite dinner conversation, and he kept carrying on about what a good dog she was.

according to him, mahoney's epitaph is to read:

"he was a mean sonofabitch and he hated republicans, and then rigor mortis set in."

i stopped at the office on the way back from lyons to do some important paperwork that i had forgotten to do, and ran into several employees, which was incredible since i'm usually the only one there on the weekend.

tonight is the reverend at benders, with boots accompanying me. should be fun. i think that the last time i was at benders was 9-3-2004, when we played with munly and the lee lewis harlots and the rev.

a successful Saturday

I recovered the Cameron-cool mobile; finally did dishes (got water?); talked to the Dr., Erich (x2), my mother, and Mahoney. a call from jenn was a pleasant surprise and got me out of a rather scary conversation about work stuff with Katherine.

it seems that the project manager for the gnarly Utah hazwaste facility is indeed in love, and moving to Portland for a girl.

so lame lame lame.

it's a possibility that I have been groomed for this, unbeknownst to me. I am running his sampling event until the usepa regulator (who is a little German guy that intimidates me, although he understands the silliness of my last name) shows up. Certainly it would mean a rather large increase in responsibility, with an appropriate increase in salary. It's not like single man requires more money.

as I discussed with jenn tonight, I really don't like the idea of burying hazardous waste. One of the things that I love about jenn is that she's one of the most logical, even people that I know, even if she would deny it. Her take is that it has to go somewhere, and if I'm not enabling the companies, someone else will. At least I know that I'm doing my job right with the groundwater protection monitoring at these facilities. I don't think that she knows it, but she made me feel a great deal better about the job-o-rama tonight.

(thinking out loud about emotional weirdness)
I adore her, but I've come off as all stand-offish (i'm certain that there's a hyphen in there somewhere) lately, and that isn't my intention. I think that my behavior goes back to the night when I was convinced to travel to the Memphis (she can be persuasive, indeed). I turned over in my mind (in animo volvo, or would it be volvit? damn the ablative absolute, but i wish that there was a comparable construction in english often) what she told me after two beers, and I now think that I was completely inappropriate later that evening. maybe i'm wrong.
(/thinking out loud about emotional weirdness)

I don't think that I did a very good job convincing her to accompany me to the show of the reverend tomorrow night. we will see....

re-organization and projectile mixers

my computer is still recovering from its lime perrier shower, but i managed to reorganize the sidebar since the e-vile archives were looking rather unsightly.

if i can figure out how to open a warm perrier without spraying everything in sight, i will have fufilled my mission on earth.

Environmental Releases

just for fun, i googled for information about these facilities where i work, and i found an activist site that has some really cool graphs (from the TRI data). i only picked the two where i spend the most time. it's those air releases that concern me slightly.

the scarey graphs are here and here.

for some reason, i'm not in the top tier of medical monitoring at our company, and i spend more time out there than anyone else. this is why i have been issued the gas mask, right?

i require a different job.

statistically, what's with the keno?

my latest project is to optimize my expected value for keno. i think that i can win.

this is an imperative project for my trip to utah/nevada. i'd die to fuck a casino just once.

the sample-o-rama

you really get to know a lot about someone when you're stuck sampling with them for 12 hours.

it turns out that katherine is actually a pretty cool chick, and i was totally wrong about the hair. that was all because of the bad hat on wednesday. i think that i have a new ally in the office. and...she has no problem lifting 80 pound coolers full of groundwater samples. what's supercool is that we're the same age, so there's similar crap we can talk about as far as the rock goes.

i totally need to pick her brain about the NMH, since they're from georgia and stuff. indeed, katherine is one of those georgia girls that make wonderful sounds when they speak. although NMH is georgian via denver and really from louisiana, she might be down, right? it's not unreasonable. i still kick myself for not going to those shows.

she would've gone to the devo/english beat/flock of seagulls show with me, which is badass. and, get this....she digs the poison as well as the cure and stuff.

the best part of the day's work is that we're totally on schedule with the sampling, so i'll be alone on monday, but not working this weekend, and, obviously chilled enough to get home and play web-weirdo.

i got sunburnt today (as much as i ever do). i'll look ethnic tomorrow. it will rock.

you could almost set a watch

for the past couple of weeks, i am awakened with anxiety (sweating, heart pounding, etc.) by overtly sexual dreams. this happens at three a.m. without fail.

super un-cool.

Networking man rides again? and, additional musical musings.

i should have realized that a text from chris would result in this...

The Dr. called me with a networking conundrum. Apparently, I had a weird economic man logical fix that he didn't see while I was talking dirty to his girlfriend.

the Dr. s. And the Rachel rock, really.

...and another thing....

apparently, the patriot act forbids the use of p.o. boxes for tax returns. this is ostensibly "to prevent fraudulant returns."

i've got news for y'all: it caused at least one fraudulant return that i know of.

here's a news flash for y'all (i'm addressing the man): terrorists aren't paying taxes and i'm still using a p.o. box, as i have for many years, mother-fuckers!

the united states postal service has my "real" address. surely the irs/fbi/cia/nsa goons could get their hands on that information if they desired it.

at least i'm not enough of a conspiracy nut to use a mail drop.

or...is mail secure? that would be hilarious. perhaps i've stumbled upon something HUGE.

subversive shit over and out.

damn the man

i have to submit to a criminal background check because i may work at a hazardous waste facility in new jersey?!?

this gets a big ol' fuck 'em.

calling in sick

with a touch of suicidal ideation is something that i have to do when my coping skills are shot and i generally feel like shit. yesterday, i decided that the 12-gauge was the only sure thing.

i felt better after sleeping it off, and i'm back at the job-o-rama today.

LSD: The Geek's Wonder Drug?

i can't count the number of times that i discovered the secret of the universe while tripping, only to forget it afterwards.

it has something to do with the "waves of vision", for sure. no one reading this knows wtf "waves of vision" are, right? it's a (200-hit) high concept like "doors of perception," i suppose. definitely not like"hyper-space dmt elves."

i'm glad that i quit with the hallucinogens. it was fun back in the day, though.

an interesting article anyway.

coder or killer quiz

here

again, with the not sleeping well

it seems like i ought to be doing something productive. the worst part of this scheduling conflict is that i'm not functional for most of the day. then, at 0200, i'm wide awake after some dream.

on nutrition and music and stuff

two words: habanero doritos.

it's a major possibility that my crummy nutrition is a major component of my numerous maladies. love them doritos, though. even when i went vegan last year, to repair the liver, i didn't feel any better. i did fix my liver in two months though, even with some drinking. impressive.

it's a resiliant organ, really.

live hendrix is really the shit for blues rock. good stuff.

the ghost buffalo have become stars of rock. i'm proud to be an "ex-member," like mikey (his drumming on the lp is amazing--he's the greatest rock drummer in denver). if i can ride their coat-tails, i will. the red cloud tails don't get you very far, really.

the ghost buffalo full length is fucking beautiful, really. marie rocks. they finally have captured her vocals. hell, i think that they got everyone's sound down. although--the drums could be louder, tito's bass isn't as dominant as i'm used to, and, again, josh is mostly subliminal. the record is taliored to the median listener, probably. check it out here. the GB media player is over on the right of the page, and somehow, in the middle of the page you can check out the video. marie looks particularly made up in the video. a contrast to my "marie and me" photo in ventura. she's a beautiful girl, for real. "blinding sky" makes me cry, still.

tito starr (a gentle woodland creature) has set a fire with a "band that requires" me. this is entirely up my alley, but i'm a little weird about selling myself. i shouldn't be, should i? i can do stomp-blues. in fact, it gets me off. i shall pester them tonight.

it looks like i am mostly out of town for the month of march. hopefully, that won't fuck up my aspirations for a social life and the rock. this job sucks because i have to plan everything too far in advance. at least i can keep up my mantra.

it's fucking cold, man

when i was a child growing up in south texas, i often wondered what it must be like to experience below zero temperatures. now i know that it sort of sucks. it wouldn't be so bad if i could get over this disease that i've been dealing with for two weeks.

my immune system isn't what it should be, and i should have that checked out, again.

it may be time for the andromeda solution to this illness. i'll have to go pick up supplies for that (although no squeeze), as well as make sure that i don't have to be anywhere.

whack sleep schedule

i've been having too many weird dreams lately--ones that wake me up, and ignite re-evaluation of stuff.

a too-tempting repost for my bass-playing readers

mike? Tito? tom? wull? this would be fucking awesome to participate in. i may have to get time off. Los Angeles is worth the trip (outrageous driving, really).

maybe i'll visit heather? i should if i'm in CA. she rocks.

this could be quite an excursion. anyway, here goes it:

Hi,

Here's the info for the upcoming performance of: "Symphony No.13 (Hallucination City)" for 80 guitars, 20 basses and drums. The original version premiered at the former WTC on June 13, 2001. The revised version, in four movements, premiered at the Kasser Theater at Montclair St. University, NJ. on Feb. 4, 2006.

The venue will be Walt Disney Concert Hall, 111 South Grand Avenue, LA. The show is part of Minimalist Jukebox, aseries being programed by John Adams and sponsored by the LA Philharmonic. For more info go to: http://wdch.laphil.com/minimalism/

The dates are March 27th and 28th, with the performance on the 29th. The rehearsals will be the 27th and 28th, 11am to 9pm on both days. They are tentatively scheduled at Center Staging in Burbank, 3407 Winona Avenue. Musicians will be reimbursed for parking. On the day of the concert at Disney Hall the rehearsal/sound check will be 3-6:30pm with the performance at 8pm. Food and drink will be provided on all days. Each musician will need to know his/her part (but you don't need to memorize it).

You'll need to bring a guitar and amp (a medium sized amp would be best). It will also be necessary to restring your guitar for the tuning. Basses will not need to be restrung OR retuned. And I will have a serious quantity of replacement strings on hand.

The parts are in staff notation and the ability to follow a part measure by measure is essential. The playing technique includes plenty of double-strumming and downstroke chording. Complete detailed instructions will come with the parts which will be sent before the end of Feb. I will answer any questions you have about the parts when you get them. The show will be conducted by John Myers.

If you want to do the gig you must e-mail your postal mailing address and telephone number (please note whether you play BASS or GUITAR).

If you played in the Montclair performance you will still need to confirm and get some new parts. In the 1st movement there will be minor changes in the bass parts only. The 2nd movement will have a number of changes for all. The 3rd will have no changes and the 4th will be extended at the end but otherwise no changes. You will still play in the same section with the same tuning.

It is not possible to pay this number of people. So you'll have to do the gig for free.

Also, if you know anyone else who you think might want to do the gig I still need some more players.
[email reg]

Thank You,
Glenn Branca
http://glennbranca.com

agonizing

pain. i feel like hell.

really, it has been an agonizing couple of days with the auditor asking lame questions every couple of minutes. he cruised today around lunch time (government employees eat lunch). apparently, we're some of the best groundwater samplers he's ever seen, or at least that's what he said. this is really sad, because you have to be on your best behavior for the regulators. actually, we didn't follow all the rules. for example, what sense does it make to put a piece of plastic on the ground in wyoming? sure, it's supposed to keep water from getting on the ground, but a large sheet of plastic is really an insane concept in wyoming. he completely understood my "it's the wind, stupid" explanation.

my favorite part of the auditor's visit was when i busted out the federal railroad administration track safety stuff, 49 CFR 214.

however, i don't like the audit-o-rama. i won't have to utilize the insurance to cover fines, so this is a huge rush to defeat the man at his own game of regs and guidance and crap.

sometimes, i don't feel like an idiot, and i start to believe what people have said about me all of my life.

apparently, my partner in crime had to spend the night with his wife (whipped), so we came home tonight. single awareness night with my cat ought to be a band name. tomorrow is supposed to be really crappy because of the weather. today was pretty crummy, though. i have lots of aches and a sunburn. the sunburn isn't a big deal. i'll look ethnic in a couple of days. the aches, however, seem to be getting worse and worse. if this is what aging is like, i want no part of it.

and, it seems, i'm still somewhat ill. i have a pretty gnarly cough. it might be time to quit smoking. since i've smoked for 20 years, i've actually been seriously considering it lately. every time i try, though, i can't even think straight. i require a new stimulant.

newports saved my life, though. they go right along with my "you're hard core" lifestyle.

it is bed-time.

put on your surprised face

i really couldn't resist this tom (pullin' tubes) murphy challenge. it is sort of funny because i don't even listen to much DK anymore. i did, however, trade a pack of smokes for a DK live vhs in high school. yeah, those were the days....

Dead Kennedy's This is where you belong in the annals of punk history!

You are the thinking man and pranksters punk. You are what the ideal "punk as social rebel" is supposed to be. You see the capability for amazing art that punk contains just beneath the surface. You are America's favorite underground hero and your brains are what really scares the establishment. Just don't become too "more punk than thou," because then you just become the establishment that we've spent all this time fighting against and your rebellion goes up in smoke. You're too smart to let that happen. You're the real deal.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 57% on wild apathy You scored higher than 35% on pissed off You scored higher than 81% on comically evil You scored higher than 40% on socially aware

Link: The What classic punk band are you Test written by DrLebowski on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

oh yeah, i rock (work stuff)

i totally won a battle today with a project manager and the regulator of doom. for some reason, my explanation of when it's appropriate to test dissolved oxygen downhole flew with the man. her's did not. janette would've been so proud of me, speaking with great authority about such nonsense. i didn't get fined today, which totally rocks. the client is going to get busted for having shitty wells, but we (me and the nebraskan) were rock solid.

we didn't even have traffic while working on the mainline track! this is always something that rattles me--two trains hauling ass less than 10 feet from me while i'm trying to pay attention to instruments (work) totally sucks. it's a little un-nerving, anyway. this is how people get killed.

and, oddly, i don't have a deathwish. i love life, and my ad says so.

it looked like i was going to be in chicago next week, but instead i get to go to play in the utah desert next month. i love the hazardous waste, especially facilities that are staffed with "real" rednecks.

tonight is goodbye enemy airship the landlord is dead, and more capitalism and freedom.

wyoming rules apply

everytime i have to do work in wyoming, i am stunned by how much the wind beats me up. it's truly exhausting.

this isn't going to be a fun week, man. i am reading Capitalism and Freedom, though. i can't get enough of the friedman. he rocks. hell, anyone using the term "classical liberalism" rocks.

The treachery of the bath tub, and stuff

I fixed my plumbing problem with a space heater! my hypothesis is that the out-bound pipe had frozen. thus, the bathtub was filling with scuzzy water of the grey variety.

I'm not a hastiest engineer, but I play one at work sometimes. It's a good thing that I worked with Dr. ramaswami on all the waste water treatment plants. He's the guru of shit-science, really.

it was certainly gross. nitwit was upset.

talked to jenn tonight. I really require some jenn time, or my jenn fix, as the case may be. My concerns about the Memphis trip really had me convinced that she learned that I make her crazy. I'm over-thinking everything, aren't I?

I've rediscovered a bunch of really good music the last couple of days. it's like post-punk british stuff that the cool kids always listened to, and i never got into for some reason. that, and siouxsie and the banshees, which only reminds me of that one really weird party i attended when i was 17.

Frozen pipes don't work well

Something has gone horribly wrong, and I am without water. It's a good thing that the broadband connection is on. a minor inconvenience, really. I require a shower in a bad way, though. There's nothing as wretched as missing a shower.

maybe i'll spend the night somewhere else.

back at work

eeek! two days off was two too many. i'm completely behind on my presentation to a client on tuesday, which i won't have to actually present since i'll be sampling the audit-o-rama in cheyenne. there's nothing like having a regulator under foot to make sure that you're doing it right.

one of my previous environmental site assessments is in crisis. it's a greenhouse with asbestos. instead of paying for the proper clean-up and air monitoring, the property owner is going to "have some mexicans demo it." this ought to be criminal. he's really opening himself up for a lawsuit if someone gets sick. a haz com plan isn't even an issue, but it should be. just because someone is an undocumented worker shouldn't make it okay to expose them to that shit. the good news is that the soil and groundwater is pretty clean. there's some hydrocarbons, but nothing nasty like ddt or some other persistant bioaccumulative toxins (the pbts).

i'm done venting now.

Through the gates of delirium

I thought that I was getting sick, or having a serious breakdown. I felt that the breakdown was quite unlikely since there haven't been any serious triggers. Everything is going pretty well.

Tuesday, I awakened at noon to gnomes playing in the kitchen. This was entirely unacceptable. A temperature reading revealed that I was indeed experiencing a fever (102.5). Thus, I went back to bed, and only got up for a couple of telephone incidents. At some point, I attempted to watch TV, but the most compelling program was Martha Stewart and Roseanne Barr making fondue. WTF? This was as bizarre as the gnomes.

This afternoon, I actually started to feel better after getting loaded on cold drugs.

Captain K called. Apparently I left a cassette at the acid lab. It needs to be retrieved.

I ought to be fully functional tomorrow.

the out of body experience continues

i was mostly okay on sunday. i didn't do a damn thing, but i didn't have this severe fogginess (maybe i did). i am experiencing something like a platonic dialog, except for real. I can't remember which one ponders the body and being. clearly, though, this body is not co-operating.

i don't think that i'm depressed. probably sick. or, having a stroke. whatever is wrong with me, it's like everything else is hyper-reality, and in here, i'm out of it.

i'm definitely not on the drugs.

weak

Jagger censors himself for halftime show

my mother called me during the halftime show to ask me if he was gay. she also said that she was hoping for a wardrobe malfunction because she heard (back in 1965, no doubt), that mick jagger "pulls his dick out on stage."

my mother rocks.

still hemorrhaging

it must have been a slow news day for me.

i cut myself with a very sharp (apparently) steak knife while washing dishes. normally, this would be a non-event. however, i have been taking aspirin for the lower back pain (and it seems to work, even if it's probably a placebo effect). thus, i'm lacking the platlets of doom and not clotting. this little cut ruined one good hand towel, and has been bleeding off and on for six hours.

completely hilarious.

the room was full

and i felt completely empty.

i proceeded to the cocaine blues for the ghost buffalo cd release show. lots of old friends. lots of hugs. the concensus seems to be that i'm looking good. that's just filler, right? i think that some people were actually surprised to see me. how could i not attend? shit, this is the band that i played with for one night and was on two tours with. the only problem with going was that i was going to endure the red cloud sans jeremy experience. i decided that since it's been a year, i ought to get tough.

matt was sort of right--it's kind of like watching your girlfriend fuck someone else, but not really. that feels like rage, and i know all about how that feels. this was like someone dropped a piano on top of me, and then emptiness.

the night got really surreal at that point. i'm still sort of out there. i require some sleep.

a strange listen worth picking up

Thai Elephant Orchestra

and a video.

obscured by blood

more ungood dreams last night. that cunt has infested my sub-conscious. i am usually unable to step back from a dream and realize that it is, indeed, a dream.

last night, i did.

i completely lost my mind. it felt good.

Rediscoverythe technoHendrix I am not

I was recently re-reading an issue of tapeop and some dude said that some Jesus and Mary chain record was the last decent rock record. I doubt that, but I decided that I ought to re-discover them. Still, it appears that Kim mittan was the shit when it came to music. That girl definitely was down with it. I'll never get into anyone as musically aware, I'm sure. Nymphomania was only a bonus, really. That girl changed my tastes for the better.

it seems that the Jesus and Mary chain (I won't try to abbreviate) are really pretty groovy, even if they have a distinctively "Jeremy can't play drums" sound. I dig it. This is almost like 1991 all over again. it seems that they have a sort of "big black meets joy division in scotland" sound. i dig it a lot.

thank god for the drummers.

tonight I fucked around with some really abrasive synth stuff. Basically, it's the evil techno, with lots of distortion. Sort of mean, but definitely not the dance hit of 2006. I really need to get my levels just how I like 'em.

don't fuck wit' my levels.

tonight, I also strapped on the candyred stratocaster. I think that Ross was the last person to play it. Not really. I'm certain that I've noodled a little bit. I wish that picks were not alien creations. I've lost most of my guitar-playing prowess. Like the documentary says, "the guitar player gets the chicks." this is true, but it's really not a manly instrument. That's hairy-bass-playing guy typing, I'm sure.

I've become a shitty guitar player as a result of my bass tenure.

Depressed or sickungood dreamscongratulations

I am having some sort of malady. I think that it's mostly a work burn-out deal. I require the therapy so, tonight, I'm re-wiring everything (integration). I've been really slacking, but have some tunes to work on of my very own. Hilarious.

I had lots of dreams about hope last night. This means waking up with a panic attack. I thought that I was done with that shit. We were living somewhere weird. She was up to her old tricks.

maia won her exam. I called to congratulate her. it sounds like she's got a full plate right now, but I insisted that I buy her a drink. It'll be awesome to play a little catch-up and chit-chat.

non-functional at 6 a.m.

this is something that's quite out of character. although i'm not a morning person per se, i find myself functioning at these hours, usually.

i do not want to proceed to the site this morning. at least i'll be able to rock and finish the book with no suspense and, of course, the newspaper.

this afternoon's plan is to check out new frames. i got a good lead from someone at the job-o-rama. he appreciates ti as well.

i'm convinced that i must've broken a vertebra or something over the weekend. it's still quite unpleasant. john wayne doesn't go to the doctor, though. as long as i'm not paralyzed or something, everything is pretty cool.

i'm a soft-talker?!?

i had no idea, really.

that is, until i heard myself, being "demanding" on the "replay message" option with a laboratory.

wtf? why didn't anyone tell me this? i sound totally un-call-back-worthy on the VM. i hate that.

i attempted to re-record my message, and, when i listened to my "non-soft-talking" version, it was only marginally better. the godfather is the only other soft-talker that i know, and i love him. maybe this is alright?

please comment on my softness, kids.

Epic: the editorial page of doom ->a career option ->george bush is a moron ->the beatles ->ripping on mom ->much more...

Or, stream of consciousness blogging at its finest, kids. Alternatively, why Jeremy needs to be on the dexedrine(TM), even if he likes to abuse it. (note: third-person weirdness)

LongmontFYI - Opinion

I've gotten in the habit of reading this page, or its hardcopy equivalent (it has the mighty cartoon, which is really the most important thing, right?).

I actually considered doing the meth lab cleanup gig a while back. I've got the certification to do it, as far as the haz-waste goes (I still require my "I love hazardous waste" t-shirt). Unfortunately, the evil company doesn't do much actual remediation work anymore. I try to get on as many of those projects as possible, though. They're much more interesting, or, at least I get to play supervisor to the mighty yellow iron. And, flip out about safety issues. That's the best. At least I don't have to compromise integrity in the field.

Instead, I'm the nuclear (nukular, I suppose) sampling monkey. This is a growth industry, though--especially if one loathes fertility. Basically, it boils down to none of my co-workers being willing to do it. Assholes.

I have a job lead with an economic consulting firm. Apparently they mostly do litigation work, which means that I might not be too into it. It's like the bullshit that I'm doing now, except with dollars instead of benzene parts per billion.

The soundtrack of the evening has been songs with "beautiful" in the title, chambers brothers, and now, something truly beautiful, the magical mystery tour. My mother used to rip on this record when I was a kid.

I was all about this and sergeant pepper and revolver. She would get all weird and start in about the drug connotations and shit. This from a woman that admits to smoking the marijuana while pregnant with me. wtf?

I'm pretty certain that neither marijuana use by pregnant women nor heavy lsd abuse by adolescents lowers IQ. Maybe I have a spurious result from my experiment? It's quite possible that IQ tests are bullshit, and I've gotten better at them after having taken so many.

Cranberry sauce.

From a U.S. Marine:

Q: What's the difference between a good haircut and a bad one?
A: Two days.

Or, until I start playing with my hair. According to the body language books, this is some sort of "preening for the attention of females" behavior. We cannot have that.

At least I haven't started gushing about girls or something, right? Good evening, and GO USA!

my new favorite channel

i have way too many channels on the television. the satellite tv rocks, though.

i recently discovered this.

work sucks

that's a descendents record, right? (no, that's "everything sucks.")

this post's title is so true (tonight).

today i "finessed" disolved benzene plumes to make it look like they really aren't going offsite at a site (even though i think that they are), per a client request. computer interpolation makes it look legitimate if you don't understand the math. one can only hope that the regulators have a satistician or two amoungst them. this is the sort of bullshit that really bothers me about so-called job. plume maps are indeed voodoo, but everyone likes to behold the contamination cartoons.

in other news, the state of colorado might have screwed up (put on your surprised face) and it's a good possibility that i won't have to go back to the deer trail facility until the second quarter event. i read the state's "decision basis report" when it was published in december, and mentioned this to the client and the senior project manager. they blew me off. now, many thousands of dollars later, they are grilling the state regulators about this. this is hilarious.

i hate when people won't listen, dude.

tomorrow, i get to play in traffic at the tri-towns site. at least i won't have to deal with the office. i'd rather fight with pumps and parameters any day.