tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56549922011-12-29T09:37:55.923-06:00Self-deprecation, quiet desperation, societal malapropisms, mild anthropophobia, inhalant-induced hallucinationsPhilliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04150140911006999602noreply@blogger.comBlogger8531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654992.post-51910349250112372102011-12-28T11:30:00.003-06:002011-12-28T11:30:48.730-06:00

Who bawls at the funeral of a lunatic autocrat who derives his people of food?

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On the right:  Sue (after Johnny Cash song), a.k.a. "Su-Sue" or "The Biscuit" Trying to gay-hump him:  Butter (short for Buttinsky, because he like to sit on my keyboard while I'm working)

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Am 33 but in one blink will be 46 and have accomplished nothing, without extraordinary chance.  I've ne'er had a broken bone in my life.  S-h-e-l-t-e-r-d.  Thinking of taking up camping. I will have accepted meaningless, but not only related to myself but to ubiquity.  And perhaps why I didn't get as high as possible as often as possible. I wonder what it's like to kill a man. I wonder

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Favorite Albums 2011 *Note--these are not in order of preference.  I'll amend them  in that regard as  time allows and progresses. Artist Album 1 Foster the People Torches 2 The Drums Portamento 3 Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. It's a Corporate World 4 Kurt Vile Smoke Ring For My Halo

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Woke up, started coffee, popped xanax, smoked pot, tried to conjure up self-pity to be spending xmas alone and fucked up, but I was too fucked up.Certainly a trough in my travails, but they go up and down. The strangely positive aspect of all this shit-wallop is that the litany of things I have to accomplish to get to the top of the Maslow mountain is so long that the ones I was previously

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Why the eff not, may as well imbibe the sequel. Without seeing part 1, I'm estimating that the intrinsic background needed to enjoy part 2 is a leap I can manage without a viewing.  That being: Ass -> Mouth -> Ass -> Mouth... and so forth, yah?Know why the girl at the front wouldn't eat the beans?  Because you can lead a human centipede to water but you can't make it drink. I deduced that

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(Spoiler alert!) But really the whole film is a spoiler in and of itself. Without seeing part 1, I'm estimating that the intrinsic background needed to enjoy part 2 is a leap I can manage without a viewing.  That being: Ass -> Mouth -> Ass -> Mouth... and so forth, yah?Know why the girl at the front wouldn't eat the beans?  Because you can lead a human centipede to water but you can't make

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It's one thing when your birthday is advertised a weekend in advance to all your acquaintances and they subsequently pass along gratuitous well wishes in accordance.  Marking a date on your calendar and setting a reminder means you actually care.  And I'm gilt of tie too, gut I'm going to strive to do better.  My bday wishes this year dame from Mom, Dada, Nany-Lin and Joseph,but beside them

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I get through the day by pretending most adults are cattle with learning disabilities. In the context of the animal kingdom, human "intelligence" is the rope with which we hang ourselves.  An animal that thinks it knows enough is infinitely more dangerous than one that never questions that it knows nothing. The human capacity for self-awareness is surpassed by its distaste for using it.

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Favorite Ablums 2010 1 Beach House Teen Dream 2 Sleigh Bells Treats 3 Hot Chip One Life Stand 4 Crystal Castles Crystal Castles 5 Holy Fuck Latin 6 Tobacco Maniac Meat 7 The Arcade Fire Suburbs 8 !!! Strange Weather, Isn't It 9 Yeasayer Odd Blood 10 Matthew Dear Black City

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Do we have just cause to be angry with the obese? Because at the end of the day isn’t it a question of shame? I fully understand and empathize with eating emotionally, perhaps having a bigger appetite than other people, and all the other travails that factor into being overweight. Really—FULLY. At some point though when I was at my heaviest even I, with my turbulent bouts of depression,

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Happy September 11th! The 9/11 victims' relatives are being paraded out now (it's like Westminster). They all just seem like opportunists at this point--it's been nine years, do you still need to do this grandiose public form of grieving and recounting of the events of that day? People don't typically do that for deceased relatives.  Suck on this, Moliere. The firemen are beyond reproach.

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Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?A Place to Bury Strangers - A Place to Bury Strangers Emma Pollock -- Watch the Fireworks The Shins - Wincing the Night Away Blonde Redhead – 23M.I.A. – Kala Dinosaur Jr. – BeyondBlitzen Trapper – Wild Mountain Nation LCD Soundsystem - Sound of Silver Radiohead – In Rainbows The Editors – An End Has A Start Klaxons - Myths of the Near Future The

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Negative stereotypes of the Creole-Cajun-Acadian heritage outweigh the positive for me . For the first 25ish years living in Lafayette I felt embittered by the culture -- having waited tables and witnessing first-hand the bottom of the etiquette/class barrel. Then, in college, enduring the incessant party subculture that wears a previous night of intoxication as a badge And I wondered, am I the

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I wrote and saved this in November of last year and just read it today. Then I think about what a difference six months makes:This will come across as incredibly cynical, perhaps rightfully so, but there isn't a modecum of self-pity involved. I have no dreams. I don't aspire to be a rockstar or an author or to have fame or glory or anything (anymore).For the longest time I've struggled

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How rad* would it be if dyslexia were actually called drawkcab? Or Backwords? I've always felt uncomfortable capitalizing "God" or even using the word "God" so I always just use "dog" in lieu. Somehow citing the concept dyslexically** seems ambivalent with regard to religious denomination. Organized religion confounds everything. EVERY thing. I don't remember who came up with the metaphor of

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Yesterday I sold my gargantuan television and actually managed to get it down the stairs thanks in large part to Tiffany's boyfriend Mike. Many, many thanks senor. Also, and this may be a moot point in today's age of flat-panel everythings, but I will NEVER acquire another CRT television or monitor in my life. I have my small 13" bedside set, but that's the limit.I'm having Goodwill pickup my

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Contrary to popular opinion about her I do not believe Ann Coulter is a man. Definitely mannish, but not a man. She called John Edwards a faggot, perhaps because she's more of a man than he, and most males on the planet, in which case there are just tons of faggots in Ann Coulter's world.Is "faggot" the "nigger" of the gay world? It always struck me as a pejorative in popular culture, which I

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Valentine's Day is starting to become my favorite time of year. I realized that I actually enjoy being embittered by the whole charade of showing someone you love them on just one day of the year by buying sugar and flowers that die within a week. Maybe I'd feel different if I ever get "in love" and get that trippy dopamine flowing. Not that I'm being a total negative Nancy , it's just not really

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Superbowl commercials are attractions in and of themselves, usually better and more creative and entertaining than run-of-the-mill commercials. Does that mean advertisers don't bring their A game the rest of the year? They just try harder for the Superbowl? It doesn't add up. It smells of bunk.Regardless, I didn't watch. X-Men 2 was on Fox. I still cry when they off Famke Janssen, even though I

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I am a comptuer dentist with regard to customers, suppliers and co-workers -- always, ALWAYS pulling teeth. Funny since most of our clients are actually dentist offices. The idea of randomly picking a (blue, northern/coastal) city and relocating there is so appealing. Manifest destiny.Although I'm chronically manic to the point of having these delusions of mediocrity several times in a single day

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I'm going to try to include more pictures in every post I write, just to make it more an appealing reading endeavor.If rollover minutes are any indication of lifelessness, then color me king. I now have over 3,000 rollover minutes stemming from months of not meeting my 450-minute allotment. I should be happy but that's just not my modus operandi. I'm more Eeyore.Just through my own nature I'm

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Lately my vices have been steering me towards an Adam Ant inclination to not drink or smoke at all because I have very little self-control once I start the liquid intake. Thusly my social relationships suffer, my bank account REALLY suffers, and my diet regiment suffers.I can successfully give up all of the above, but the rub arises in that I don't socialize hardly as much if I'm not planning on

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On MSNBC right now I'm watching coverage of the induction of the 110th Congress and I'm getting misty. Honest-to-dog misty! Nancy Pelosi is now third in line from the presidency, so the very real possibilty exists that she could become the first female president should congressional investigations go where they likely will and definitely should.John Boeher (outgoing majority leader) just passed

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So Saddam Hussein is no more. He wasn't devoured by a pack of wild dogs, merely hanged. I'm against the death penalty outright but what troubles me additionally about Hussein's situation is that it seems ultimately that we traded almost 3,000 of our soldiers for what, so far, seems to be one man. At present I don't see any other supposed fruit of this endeavor, nor a rationale for it.What has

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Paint me blue -- Blockbuster has shipped disc 1 of The Tick, which means disc 2 will follow shortly thereafter. I'd like to spend New Year's Eve watcing episodes. Spoooooooon! I read a quote from George Jean Nathan (drama critic in the early 20th century). It goes "A life spent in constant labor is a life wasted, save a man be such a fool as to regard a fulsome obituary notice as ample reward."

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An automated dialer calls our number saying "I have a very important message concerning your business account..." I love paradoxes, such as a message so important it's delivered via robot.And now here's something we hope you'll really like. I omitted some questions because they were none's the cool.2006 recapJANUARY1. Where did you spend New Years Eve?In bed with the flu. Best. NY's Eve. Ever.2.

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Scattered thoughts about the music year 2006:My infatuations of the year and future polygamous brides: Lily Allen and Chan Marshall. Congratulations ladies! Hey Cat Power, fetch me my TV tray and put it on my tummy!The Rapture: you disappointed me but luckily The Infadels kinda put out the album you should have, so ne'er mind.Why don't more people like Persephone's Bees? Because they're all too

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Since I rarely see movies at the theater my list is limited to what I've been able to rent on DVD, but end-of-year lists are fun! So here:Thank You For SmokingLittle Miss SunshineBoratAn Inconvenient TruthThat list is lame. I need to get out more.

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The CEO of the Goldman Sachs investment bank was given a $53.4 million bonus this year, $27 million in cash. Say it with me: holy freaking god. And I was feeling so good today because our boss was kind enough to dole out bonuses for us. Not a huge amount by any means, just a little xmas cheer. Then I read about the Goldman Sachs bonus, and all I can think of is getting home to drink a case of

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For Xmas George Bush has decided to send more troops to Iraq. Yes, more. If you didn't previously believe that this man is membrane insane, how's about now?Over sixty percent of the country wants a drawdown in the number of soldiers in Iraq, Democrats won a majority in congress largely by opposing the war and calling for withdrawal, the (largely Republican) Iraq Survey Group recommended some form

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Last night I watched a DVD called Sick: The Life & Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist. Guess what it was about!This guy lived with cystic fibrosis for over 40 years -- most people with the disease die in their early childhood. In one scene he nails his dick to a wooden board, hammering a nail right through the head. I knew it was coming and instinctively thought of fast-forwarding, but I

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To myself I was thinking, "Phillip, your coffee is good," but it's not my coffee. All I do is put grounds and water in a machine and turn it on. It's tantamount to "hey I make great toast." Master an exorbitantly simple machine and you're golden, as is your bread. Although in the day of K-Feds and rich celebrity sluts (mmmm... redundancy) maybe that's not such a given. Cookies are too easily

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What's the appeal of Jagermeister? It's like drinking green death NyQuil with Everclear. Of course I'm a fan of many-a heady elixir, but I loathe syrupy alcoholic shots (Buttery this… Sex on the that.. any shot whose ingredients are not blatantly apparent by their names. Give me tequila – I know exactly what that is). It's like Gatorade with its "Mountain Rush" and "Arctic Chill" flavors. What

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This will come across as incredibly cynical, which perhaps it is, but there isn't a modecum of self-pity involved. I have no dreams. I don't aspire to be a rockstar or an author or to have fame or glory or anything anymore. More and more I feel like a walking shell.I've struggled vehemently with what it is I want to do with my life. But I recently arrived at the realization that maybe you don't

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The crux of my days at work are now spent on CarrerBuilder and Monster seraching and applying for jobs in Minneapolis, Portland, San Fran, NYC, and Seattle. Something about the idea of using the company's fax machine to apply for other jobs makes me smile internally. Anyway, if anyone has connections in any of the aforementioned places that may prove useful to me I'd be willing to plant my seed

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You scored as Suicide. Your death will be suicide. What more can I say? Fact: Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. If you want to know hwo you will commit suicide, take a look at your second highest percentage on the bar graphs.Suicide100%Bomb73%Disappear73%Suffocated67%Posion60%Natural Causes60%Gunshot40%Eaten40%Stabbed40%Accident20%Drowning13%Disease7%Cut Throat0%How Will You

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One sperm says to another, "how far is it to the ovareis?" The other sperm responds, "Relax, man. We've only just passed the tonsils."Thanks Tiff.

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This will come across as incredibly cynical, which perhaps it is, but there isn't a modecum of self-pity involved. I have no dreams. I don't aspire to be a rockstar or an author or to have fame or glory or anything (anymore). For the longest time I've struggled vehemently with what it is I want to do with my life. But I recently arrived at the realization that you don't always have to have dreams

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There's been a very gradual and very real annoyance cultivating in me regarding pictures of bands in magazines and on album covers The members TRY to look ALOOF (irony never ceases to boggle me). It's like the South Park episode where Cartman forms a Christian rock band and tells Butters and Token to look away from the camera because rock bands are supposed to look like they don't give a cock

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FDA Ends Ban on Silicone Implantsfrom the Washington PostDavid Brown and Christopher LeeWashington Post Staff WritersSaturday, November 18, 2006; Page A01 The Food and Drug Administration ended its 14-year ban on the cosmetic use of silicone breast implants yesterday, despite lingering safety concerns from some health advocates.The FDA is requiring that manufacturers tell women that the implants

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Pop-culture savants eagaerly await the release of the PlayStation 3. What smells do you suppose eminate from this group of social climbers after sitting outside in an alley all day? I'm sure the thoughts of another Super Marios game keeps them warm and sated during the 2+ days they've been anxiously awaiting the gaming system's release. Wow, a whole two days just laying there idle. Can you

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My psychiatrist decided to swtich me from xanax to valium. My thoughts thus far: valium sucks. I've taken about 100 mg today and all I feel is really tired. This is bogus man. And I really could have used the x-nax today after getting my ass eaten out by my boss for something that was COMPLETELY not my fault, and in fact my involvement in the matter was only voluntary and pre-emptive, trying to

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It's been almost a week since the Democrats gained control of congress, and I'd like to take a poll. How many people have seen terrorists on their streets? Where's all the increased sodomy and dead fetuses?Dick Cheney averred that the recent violence in Iraq was some didactic attempt by the "evil-doers" to influence the U.S. elections. Over the weekend some 100 Iraqis were killed, already 35

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I went with a friend to Burger King thsi morning -- he wanted breakfast, I would have preferred not being in the parking lot much less eating -- and bought a medium coffee. Here's my interpretation of BK coffee: brew coffee in a pot as you normally would, fill 1/3 of a mug with it, then add water until the cup is full. It was hot water with a hint of coffee. Or maybe I just make mine so

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What better way to encapsulate the past week than with a little Simon & Garfunkel, and one of the best songs ever.

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WOOT with a capital WOO. The House is ours, the Senate is ours. Rumsfeld is gone! Santorum is now irrelevant, as are DeWine, Kenneth Blackwell, Katherine Harris, Conrad Burns, George Alllen... and who knows, perhaps Bush and Cheney in the not-so-distant future. Oh happy day!I heard a columnist on the radio a while back discussing how the Democrats would probably not pursue impeachment

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from The Independent: IRAQ AND AFGHANISTAN VETS GIVE CHARLES BOUSTANY A 'D'Non-profit, non-partisan organization Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America just issued the results of its comprehensive study into legislators' records on voting for or against measures that would support U.S. troops and veterans. It assigned each legislator a letter grade from A+ (best) to F (worst).William Jefferson,

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You know why republicans claim that the economy is gang-busters these days? Because if you make $250,000+ a year, it is. When a company posts it's fiscal profits for a year or quarter the indication that employee wage costs have gone down causes their stocks to go up. Swear to dog. And now, ask yourself why the minimum wage hasn't been raised in almost a decade. Feed the rich, who feed

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Beginning of the end of Americaby Keith OlbermannWe have lived as if in a trance.We have lived as people in fear.And now—our rights and our freedoms in peril—we slowly awaken to learn that we have been afraid of the wrong thing.Therefore, tonight have we truly become the inheritors of our American legacy.For, on this first full day that the Military Commissions Act is in force, we now face what

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From now on I'm going to start posting Keith Olbermann's special commentaries. He's the Edward R. Murrow of our generation, and ostensibly the only rational voice that exists in the mainstream media.This story from the Washington Post pertains to his most recent rant concerning the President's assertion that Democrats, not terrorists, are the real threat to the country.I tried to embed the video

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I've decided to get on the wagon for a while (on the wagon or off? Whichever one means not drinking). I'm starting to develop a beer gut on top of the fried stuff/cheese/po-boys gut I already had. Plus the initial layer of baby fat. If you were in Helena, Montana, and you bought a handbasket you would have a Helena handbasket. I hate myself. A republican congressman, Mark Foley, has been having

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The United States debating torture. A self-proclaimed God-fearing man, assumed leader of the nation, rallying for inhumane treatment of people who may or may not be guilty of a crime. I wonder how his god would feel about that.He says this is a war for civilization, a war against evil and evil-doers. What sort of generalized anodyne is this? How can the American people be placated by such

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Have you ever noticed the day after you smoke pot you get agitated easily? That's how I felt today, only I didn't get high yesterday. Not on the sabbath, no sir. All I could dwell upon was how uninspiring and useless my job is. How many people are passionate about their jobs? Surely not janitors, or Hollywood types. Most people? It's a comfoting thought -- that everyone's miserable and I'm not

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Jessica Simpson and Dane Cook in the same movie. Phillip brain bleed. Not just from all the substance abuse and usual life woes either. Tomorrow starts the 2006 ACL fest, yet another year I'm unable to go. I foresee a weekend of encapsulated, insulated reality escapism. Someone find me a republican so I can ask them the best way to go about this.Ann Richards, the only good thing ever to come out

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Yesterday I would have written a seven-eleven post but was working out of the office all day (7 a.m. to 6 p.m.) and frankly forgot that it even was seven-eleven. I should state outright that I don't give a fuck -- it's just another day on the calendar, made special by our own calendar year. Why is the 1,825th day after the event so much more significant than the 1,826th? Or the 1,000th? Or

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You can watch Keith read this commentary at the Countdown page, which is actually more stirring than just reading it. But I had to post his words.Feeling morally, intellectually confused?The man who sees absolutes, where all other men see nuances and shades of meaning, is either a prophet, or a quack.Donald H. Rumsfeld is not a prophet.Mr. Rumsfeld’s remarkable speech to the American Legion

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My bookie is going to knee-cap me. Lindsay Lohan does NOT, in fact, have a freckled firecrotch, with carpet matching curtains. DAMNATION! For me that was her one last possible redeeming quality. You can see the pictures on that link. Plain as tall Sarah. Currently Listening to:The ThermalsThe Body, The Blood, The Machine (2006)

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A British documentary (mockumentary, docudrama, whatever) depicts the fictional assassination of President Bush while on a trip to Chicago in 2007 by a supposed Syrian sniper. As much as I loathe Bush and his administration I still gotta frown upon the premise since I don't believe in murder in any circumstance. Occasionally I entertain the thought of murder in utilitarian terms, and consider

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This is an excerpt from The West Wing episode where Jimmy Smits, the Democratic presidential nominee, debates Alan Alda, the Republican nominee. It's spectacular."Some of our older airlines are having trouble meeting their huge pension obligations at the very same time when they're facing intense competition from low-cost airlines that are so new they don't yet have pensions to pay. Now, an

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Buzzing about in Cameron Parish -- a 2-hour trip to and fro. Wednesday was a 12-hour day, including a 4-foot fall off a loading dock while holding a 17-inch CRT (not flat-panel, i.e. heavy) computer monitor. I decided I'm not particularly fond of falling from loading docks. My pants ripped, I'm having a hard time writing -- half of my left hand is blue and swollen (masturbation... difficult. I'm

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Sporadically I am a big dumb animal of simian status, with little control of addictions, subsequent actions, and restraint of thought thuswhile. I could be glad that these situations are only chemically-induced phenomena (not at all phenomenal), and not ballast of my everyday sober existence. But we rarely focus on the positive do we? Still, I reverently wash xanax down with beer for fear of not

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I also wanted to write a blog about how Dane Cook sucks, but my time is better spent doing... anything but pondering Dane Cook.Last night I bore witness to nothing but happy couples. Doing couple-y things. Historically this would send me into a spiral of self-pity and bitter loathing, but this morning I strangely find myself unbothered. I credit Mel Gibson and blame 9/11.Also last night I found

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From David Letterman:10. "101 Ways I've Misspelled 'Condoleezza'"9. "Why Mom And Dad Voted For Kerry"8. "The Best Memos I've Never Read"7. "The War In Iraq, A 6-Foot Sandwich, And Other Things I Started But Couldn't Finish"6. "How To Lose An Election And Still Become President"5. "Good News, America - Just 923 More Days"4. "1962-1964: The Cheerleader Years"3. "Huh?"2. "Bubba Was Right - - Monica

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The past few days I've been incessantly regailed with tails of suffering and remaining questions from people victimized by the hurricanes, and the inadequate responses that were begrudgingly offered. It's disheartening.On one side you have the self-empowered righteous well-to-do's who blame the misfortunes of the relocated on their unwillingness to work and over-breeding, or that they decided to

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This weekend I had a serious yen for a hamburger, and pepperoni on my pizza. I remained stalwart, begrudgingly. Last night I had a dream that I was on my uncle's ranch and bore witness to the process by which cattle go from aloof pasture-grazers to saran-wrapped ground beef (and also strangely horses, even though I have never knowingly eaten or desired horse meat, aside from having metaphorically

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What else is self-esteem besides an objective attempt at comparison? One says "I like myself" because they live up to their own parameters of worth, but how are said parameters developed? Inevitably doesn't a person hone standards of what they deem meritous by taking examples from other people? So if we don't base our self-esteem on what others think, or of who others are, what is it then based

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I want to drill a hole in my cranium to alleviate the pressure that is causing this headache. Also I'm pretty positive I have a fever and, possibly, the flu. Me need cortisone shot, right in the buttock. Never before have I longed to have my ass pierced and violated -- that's how rotten I feel. I'm not going to work today and depending on what the doc tells me I may not tomorrow. Fuck work. I

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"Where there is the possibility of pain there is no love The questioner wants to know how he can act freely and without self-repression when he knows his action must hurt those he loves. You know, to love is to be free; both parties are free. Where there is the possibility of pain, where there is the possibility of suffering in love, it is not love, it is merely a subtle form of possession, of

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This is an excerpt from the essay Self Reliance by Emerson:But the man is, as it were, clapped into jail by his consciousness. As soon as he has once acted or spoken with eclat, he is a committed person, watched by the sympathy or the hatred of hundreds, whose affections must now enter into his account. There is no Lethe for this. Ah, that he could pass again into his neutrality! Who can thus

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Hello all (both of you). I am still alive and blogging, I just mainly do it on my Myspace blog now:http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=18410551It's just more convenient to get blog updates via mail than to have to repeatedly check people's blogs every day to see if they've posted something new.I'm deliberating coming back to blogger, but for the time-being if you

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Just an arbitrary anachronistic post so that the month of June 2006 realizes that I was alive, AND in New York City for a time. Hoo-rah.

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ours is a culture of anti-intellectualism. craven lunacy airs on television Almighty and we fawn hypnotically; the finale of "american idol" garnered 40 million viewers. how so many can invest so much time in something so pointless and mind-numbingly simian is beyond me. i understand the schadenfreude appeal of watching simon cowell lambaste freaks who gladly suffer slings/arrows of national

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bill o'reilly:"I don't have any respect by and large for the Iraqi people at all. I have no respect for them. I think that they're a prehistoric group...""...we cannot intervene in the Muslim world ever again. What we can do is bomb the living daylights out of them, just like we did in the Balkans. Just as we did in the Balkans. Bomb the living daylights out of them. But no more ground troops, no

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last night i dreamt i was colin meloy of the decemberists and we were playing a club. la de da de da de-dadedade-da.has anyone heard the new walkmen album? maybe ive been snorting too much of my own product but it really sucks pole. it made me feel dirty inside.office depot had 100-packs of blank cd's going 2-for-1 so now i have 200 cd-r's that i'll never use. if anyone wants a cd of anything we

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because i love woody allen so much and identify with him in so many ways (i'm a little bit jewish, i'm a little bit rock n' roll...) i am going to name my new kitty: sun yi. also because she's a female i'm living wtih who's about 30 years younger than me. i almost went with "gertrude" in honor of gertrude stein but then remembered i don't particularly like gertrude stein, and was getting her

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the experience of losing a pet is, i've found, remarkably similar to getting broken up with. you're forced to function thereafter with this damp, heavy weight about you that makes every task -- mundane or otherwise -- that much harder. or like working in that office from "being john malkovich" (why don't i own that dvd?) where the ceiling is about four feet high and "normal" activity is a

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1) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.3) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector

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my cat died last night. i took care of a living thing for a little over a year. i let him outside yesterday evening, which i shouldn't have done since he was raised indoors and very domesticated. but he'd constantly cry to go out and it made me feel bad NOT to let him. the vet said he probably got hit by a car. he couldn't breathe and was coughing up blood despite no superficial wounds. so my cat

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here's what i want to write about at present: the internalization of relative principles of human interaction and expectations said and implied therein.it's nothing short of miraculous that anyone has friends, romance, tolerables, acquaintences, pen pals, maids, bosses, jobs, cars, or anything requiring human interaction. our laungauge, moreover our means of communicating, seems so inadequate to

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new yawk! soon you will have my man-stink all over you. i'm apprehensive that it'll be drug that i'll actually get addicted to, having had to suffer in south louisiana and it's frankly LAME music scene the better part of my life. by "better" i mean "majority." my existence here for the most part has been a metaphoric beat-down with a box of tide.which sounds odd coming off of a festival weekend

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no more laissez les blah blah rouler for me. after three days of alcohol (early and often) and trapsing around downtown i am sated with regard to la fetivul internationale.the frigg show friday got me all nostalgic for the old days (daze). and a little weepy. move back chadwick!i'm going to nyc in june -- it's entirely possible i will not return.nap time i guess.

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a supposed coping mechanism for dealing with anger is to write a letter to the source of your ill ease and destroy it. and then all is well? methinks not. the catharsis doesn't come unless you hit that "send" button (or drop it in the box, whatever). would you read the first 3/4 of a james joyce novel? fuck no -- joyce is boring and you wouldn't read word one. the peculiar ducks like me (that's "

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europe is very appealing right now. everything seems so much more efficient, and advanced. americans like everything inordinately BIG. big vehicles, big tits, big guns, big oil, big bombs, big bank accounts, big houses, all to compensate for small penises. europeans, IF they drive, have cars actually called "minis." we name our vehicles after fellatio (the modest "hummer") and abstractions (the

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my headache is massive and i am bored. in truth i think i died, because i've had no communication with anyone today (not you lacey -- you're just dead too) and the internet seems barren.yes i realize it's contrary to complain about too many calls on one day and the lack thereof on another. also it's puzzling that i develop a headache on a day in which i'm not being bothered at all. maybe i need

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from the always riotous whitehouse.org:I Support President Bush on CULTURE OF LIFE!Dear Pinko Reporter - President Bush asked me to tell you how DISGUSTED us mainstream ultra-evangelicals are with your SICKENING disrespect for human life! He and the Pope are RIGHT about how condom use is immoral interference with life, but plugging drooling zombies into smoothie machines is A-OK. Because even if

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ahhhh the dobbs. lou, that is. i'm catching up on relevant cnn punditry from this week (oddly enough being aired on some aoc program) and it seems, and maybe this is just foolish optimism, that even the more mainstream of "news" personalities are beginning to smell the stink.right now there's some neo-con chucklefucker on c-span beating the drum for war in iran. lick my balls.in total six retired

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yesterday i bought the movie "happiness" (with the esteemed phillip seymour hoffman) on dvd. it's a great movie dealing with pedophilia, among other things.i wondered how someone would develop a physical attraction to children like one of the characters. just the thought of it, to me, has the same effect as thinking about having sex with my mother (that dreadful oedipal notion that no man EVER

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if and when i am ever on trial for a serious crime i would opt for the insanity defense. if i served time in federal prison i would be incessantly sodomized; i drop the soap in the shower at least once a week as it is. conversely i would do very well in an insane asylum. think of it -- all the meds you would ever want, soft, padded walls, meals and wardrobe pre-planned, no need to get out of bed

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i keep mulling over this stupid, stupid, inspired idea of returning to school to get another degree/grad degree in polsci to be an environmental lobbyist, or something like it. i'm experiencing what i would correlate to baby fever in females, only much more masochistic, to prove to dad i'm not a fool... maybe i just need to change my a.c. filter. things don't feel natural or settled as they

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we're getting uniforms at work and i'm uncertain how i feel in regard. it's sort of like the frosted mini-wheats commercial: the adult in me is acerbic at anything "uniform" that derives people of individuality and forces them to conform. but the kid in me relishes not having to ever worry about what to wear to work again and getting three free shirts, thus the confliction. and the shirts aren't

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it's only recently that i've become a big fan of johnny cash's music, resulting from "walk the line" and its popularity. it's lame to hop on bandwagons, i know, but in this case i'll happily admit to being a johnny-come-lately.me and my incessant puns! do you see what i have to deal with on a regular basis? for fuck's sake.my blog is going through revisions right now. bear with me, bear in mind

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i wanted to get something down about tax day -- is it odd that it fell on good friday? what happened to the seperation of church and state? also some personal info that i guess i don't mind sharing: in 2005 my tax refund was over $350. this year? $66.00 with all things remaining equal.uncle sam ---> hand ----> up shirt ----> tit ----> squeeze ----> purple.

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the level of inquiry in which you are fully engaged with yourself affects the world. by "fully engaged" i mean that you lead an examined life -- you question yourself incessantly in order to hone your beliefs to be based as much on reality as possible."hawks" in government and their disciples (religious inference intended) have no such inner inquiry. there is no use in debating, no negotiation or

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1. When was the last time you had sex?what is this "sex" you speak of2. How do you flush the toilet in public?you mean when using a public toilet? either with my foot or not at all.3. Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?always4. Do you have a crush on someone?my left hand5. Name one thing that you start to get tense about if you are close to running out of it:time, medication6. What famous

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here's a globule of posts from myspace i didn't post here. while watching internet porn last night on a site called "8th street latinas" it occurred to me, what many coporatists have been saying lately may have credence -- mexicans really do take the jobs americans don't want. snap!it's sad and funny to watch racist xenophobes rail against the corporatists who like slave labor, in regard to the

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every time i go to wal-mart i leave with a sore throat. my theory is that i arbitrarily hold my breath around alot of the patrons without noticing. also wal-mart just sucks the life out of everything. pushing a cart up/down aisles made me want to xanax myself into a coma and smoke my way to blacklung.why all the fluorescents? cheaper? it seems most businesses use them -- to stem relaxation in

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