Unwanted Commentary

It has come and now it is almost done. I remember, as a child, all the buildup and excitement that came with Christmas time and it's funny how I don't feel that anymore. Not to sound totally materialistic, but I miss getting all the loot and even giving it out, but I realize that the gifts aren't that important at all. Honestly, I enjoyed the simple pleasure of being with my family, talking to them about simple things and having conversations that don't really add up to much. It's just nice to exist with them and know that they love me and accept me, even though I have long hair and chose to wear shorts with my new boots (not cowboy style) in the cold weather. It's good to be around people who still love you despite your poor fashion sense.

This was a quiet Christmas. My mother did her somewhat traditional brunch, my grandfather on my dad's side and my grandparents on my mom's side were there, my aunt, uncle and cousin also attended, so we had a small, but substantial group. These folks more or less make up the immediately accessible family, there are others, but they tend to be a bit allusive…and well, they're weird so we get on just fine with out them :-)
I didn't get up till about 8:00, received my two presents of The Guinness Book of World Records 2005, which I'm a little puzzled as to why I received, but it was an interesting surprise, and the Star Wars Trilogy on DVD. I admit that I'm quite pleased with that, in fact, I spent all day watching them back-to-back…well, I slept through most of it, but when you know them so well you don't miss much.

We just finished up dinner at my aunt's house, we had non-traditional Tex-Mex food and it was really good! I ate way too much, something I rarely do now-a-days, but enjoyed doing never-the-less. Some may scorn us for not having turkey and what-not, but I personally didn't miss it a bit…besides, we're in Texas, it somehow seems more appropriate to have enchiladas!

So that's it, nothing earth shattering or, really, very interesting. We're leaving tomorrow for our vacation to the Grand Canyon and I won't be back until after the first of the New Year. I've been questioning the wisdom of signing up to go on an extended vacation with my parents and my fifteen-year-old cousin, but I'm committed to it now. They always say you shouldn't make snap decisions when going through a life changing situation, such as divorce, so god help me get through this. I'm mostly joking, it should be a good time and I'll have my wise and ancient Mac laptop, so I'll be able to reach out and blog, check email and just feel civilized during this hiatus; albeit at a stunning 28.8bps pace.

I hope everyone had a great Christmas and got tons of great loot!

Missing Jane

Posted by Jeff at 09:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

You linger in my heart
And I ache without you
I long for your voice
I tremble for your touch
I burn with your memory
You linger on my lips
I feel you inside of me
Feel you moving slowly
Winding through my veins
Your tactile sensuality
Trickling all over my soul
Deep inside my being
You linger about me
With passionate presence
I feel your naked flesh
Inflaming my desire
I long for your lips
For every part of you
I'm starving without you
But you linger
In sweet savory thoughts
So I'll just go on
Until you're back again.

I'm not sure how happy I am with this, but I don't know that I can do any better at the moment.

Posted by Jeff at 01:06 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Great Caesars ghost I woke up in a good mood this morning, it's as if the Army of Christmas had been secretly gathering its forces and at the last moment launched a massive sneak attack. Maybe it was the three, okay four, glasses of wine last night, maybe it was the massive morning wood, could have been the snow or the crisp, clear, cold weather, perhaps the prospect of half a day at work. I just don't know, but I'm sure it was a little of everything. I thusly sprung from the bed in full mirth, turned on some techno Christmas carols and got my jolly on.

I didn't get up till after seven and having showered last night I was able to get ready with minimal delay. I didn't cook any food for today, I was plotting for a breakfast burrito from the cafeteria, but, alas, they were serving those goddamned omelets…I don't want no stinkin' omelet. So I was good and got my two scrambled eggs and a bowl of yummy grapefruit slices, god I love those. I've even done work, setup a scanner, healed an ailing wireless mouse and I'm still feelin' good.

Fuck happy holidays, Merry Christmas!

Posted by Jeff at 09:31 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I've been for a walk
On a winter's day
I'd be safe and warm
If I was in LA
California dreamin'
On such a winter's day

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It would appear the blizzard of aught four is over. We got a nice little dusting though, now I just pray that we'll get more overnight so I don't have to come to work tomorrow.

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I've noticed that during this holiday season that almost no one has said "Merry Christmas" to me. Instead I've gotten mostly "Happy Holidays". The problem with this is that I instinctively say, "Merry Christmas" in response and then I suddenly feel like I'm being insensitive. What if they don't celebrate Christmas? Dear god, what if they're offended? I don't want to offend anyone, no really, I don't…seriously.

Maybe this is one of the reason's Christmas just seems so blah this year, everything is painted so blandly and I get the feeling everyone is being hyper sensitive. Personally, I wouldn't mind someone telling me happy Hanukah or happy whatever else it is people celebrate this time of year. It's as if we're all afraid of what we're celebrating and this on top of all the old cliché shit about the holidays being materialistic and all about consumerism and what-have-you. It just hasn't made for a very spirited season.

This is just what it looks like from where I'm sitting, maybe it's different out there in the real world. I haven't gotten out much this month, so maybe I'm just getting surly or something. At least when people tell me, "happy holidays" they do it with a smile and they seem sincere. I'm still going to say Merry Christmas back though.

Posted by Jeff at 01:06 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sweet Baby Jesus!

It's snowing like a motherfucker out there!

EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

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The walk from the parking garage to the front of the building I work in is, when the atmosphere is in a hurry and the temperature is frigid, a very brutal place to be. The buildings lining the street, more or less, make it a big wind tunnel that allows nature to funnel it's fury down at us meager, scurrying mortals and it was in rare form this morning. Egad it was nasty, blasts of cold air and the sting of little sleet/rain drops on the face. I tell you truly that I was a very sub-comfortable boy.

Now is the time for coffee. Though I would accept the warm cuddles of a good woman...or, hell, a bad woman.

Posted by Jeff at 08:33 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I'm afraid to come out and say it, but I am in no way at all enthused about Christmas. I'm not feeling all humbug or anything. The holiday just isn't registering with me this year. I guess this may be because I'm getting older or it could be because of the circumstances in my life right now, but honestly I can't figure it out. Not having money to buy presents isn't helping I'm sure, I feel pretty rotten about not being able to buy anything for anyone, not that I was ever a good gift buyer anyway.

No decorations or tree are in the apartment and I usually, at least, do that or I did when I was single before. I'm leaving Thursday to go spend Christmas with the family and then we're taking a whirl-wind trip to the Grand Canyon, so it really would be a waste to decorate seeing as I won't be there. At least I'm not bitter, depressed or angry about this holiday spirit, I'm just not particularly moved…so I suppose that leaves room for improvement next year.

Ho Ho…Ho

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It's about to get bollocking, bloody cold. The forecast says the high will be 40 and the low will be 27...yikes! This is the first real blast of coldness to come down this year and it looks like we may get a little snow and wintery mix. Unfortuntely I doubt anything will stick so I'll probably have to come to work tomorrow, but it would be oh so fucking sweet to get a snow day.

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Bought & read:
Ocean #1, #2, #3
Dead@17 Revolution #1
Infantry #1

Borrowed & read:
Ultimates #8 - #13 (I think)

Borrowed & unread:
Powers TPB Vol. 1-4

- Ocean looks like it's going to be a great series. It's another Warren Ellis story, so far it's dealing with billion year old alien coffins under the ice surface of Europa (Moon around Jupiter). Very cool.

- Dead@17: Revolution was interesting, I like the artwork a lot for it's low detail, and bright colors. The story is interesting, though it seems I'm jumping in the middle of a larger story line.

- Infantry I enjoyed a lot, cool superhero types. This was the first issue and it set things up well, so I'll be sure to grab #2

- Ultimates was nothing short of amazing and I enjoyed it immensely. This was my first comic in which the main characters were old mainstays, Capt. America, Hulk, Thor and some others I wasn't very familiar with until reading the first TPB. I wasn't sure how I'd like a straight forward superhero comic, but this didn't disappoint, great artwork and the story felt both fantastic and grounded in our world. Even some of the superheros have domestic problems.

- I've received a lot of positive buzz about Powers, I've only read a little bit of it, but so far it appears that it will live up to the hype.

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As the steam from the tea evaporates, I see many interesting events in your future! There are some squares at the rim of your cup. Diligence is needed most now. Be careful!

Closest to the outer edge I see a piece of fruit. You may soon receive a joyous windfall. Happiness is yours! I also see wings. A powerful message is being sent to you. Read between the lines and rejoice!

At the base of the cup I see an eye to protect you this moment. Go forth with confidence and you may gain happiness. I also see a pair of scissors. Though you may feel stuck, there is plenty you can still learn in the moment. The opportunity to move on or up will come at another time.

All the shapes reveal themselves spread randomly around the cup. Look for your fortune to change over the course of both a few moons and many moons. The letter Q is apparent in the cup. Someone with this initial may bring you good news. Rejoice!

Nifty, eh? I wonder who the mysterious Q could be? Wooooo.
I'm not sure if trying it with different teas and pots changes things, I'll play around with it and report back...maybe. Or do it yourself here.

Idea stolen from e

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I started the day off feeling pretty good, despite going to bed too late last night I woke up feeling refreshed and rested. I managed to get showered and prepare my meals for the day, get everything ready and as I'm about to walk out the door on time I realize that my keys are missing. So I stalk around the house in a confused haze searching for them, to no avail, until I'm way past due to leave...ugh! Fortunately I have a spare car key, so I was able to somehow get to work only a few minutes late.

Right off the bat, I get an early morning call from the gal who's computer I fixed last Thursday. Seems she's getting the same error again. Now I was proud of having fixed her computer without having to rebuild it and the news did not make me happy. In point of fact it put me in a really fowl mood. I'm taking care of it though, I've since backed up the system and thrown the hammer down. I've formated and began rebuilding it, that'll teach it to fuck me over.

Fortunately Trin allowed me to bitch and moan at her until I got it out of my system and then Mary popped in, just a bit ago, for a brief, but nice chat and so my outlook is much improved. It's good to have friends.

I had expected this to be a slow week, but it isn't going to be one. I don't mind being busy, god knows my job is easy as it is, but I'm really not looking forward to this little project looming before us. We have to install the new Oracle 9i client on all of our Axium workstation, most of which are no longer the best performers. It's not a difficult task, but it is monotonous and I'm not looking forward to it. Ah well, I'll bring a book.

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Hahroo, survived another weekend, a weekend with my mother no less. I shouldn't say that, my mother and I get along really well, but it was a tad difficult to have her staying in the apartment. She usually gets a hotel room when she comes up, as opposed to sleeping on my couch, but due to budgetary concerns she decided to opt for the couch. I've been very anti-social ever since the wife left, and I felt quite annoyed at having another human in my habitat. I did, however, come through it just fine and we did have a good time.

I reneged on my pledge to not smoke on the weekend, but I did make the compromise of buying only one pack instead of two. I also made the rule that I would smoke only outside. This was a two-fold plan, one I would smoke less if I forced myself to go outside and two, it would keep the place from smelling like smoke when mother arrived. Eventually though, as I drank more, I decided that I didn't care if my mother knew I smoked and moved my activities inside. I believe my thought process was, "Fuck this, I'm 30 and I don't care what mom thinks, she'll just have to deal with it." Uh huh.

After going to bed at 3:30 or so, I catapult out of bed at 7:30ish and proceed to panic as the atmosphere of the apartment does its best impersonation of a seedy bar. I open all the windows, turn the ceiling fan on high and do a rabid search for Lysol; which, of course I didn't find until Sunday evening. Feeling desperation constrict its icy fingers around my throat I made an extreme decision. The cats were flung into the bed room and the door secured by a chair (side note: I live in a renovated apartment built circa 1960 and there isn't a right angle in the place, hence no doors close properly), I then flung open the doors to the outside world and even put the box fan in a window. Revelation finally hit me, and in the absence of air freshener I lit up some left over scented candles. Fortunately by the time mother arrived the place had cleared up. So much for my cutting the umbilical cord at this point. *sigh*

We braved the madness of North Park Mall, for what reason I'm still not sure, as we'd already done the shopping we'd intended to do. We went, we saw, we endured and I felt terribly uneasy amongst all those people. It was far too crowded, and there was far too much hustle and bustle. Admittedly North Park is quite enchanting at Christmas time and it was fun, I guess, to get out and experience the holiday madness. I was glad when we left though.

As a capper to the day we navigated the evening highways of the metroplex and braved the traffic to arrive at North Richland Hills in the mid cities. The goal of our endeavor was to watch the titanic clash of the undefeated Crawford Pirates and the 14-1 Troup Tigers as they wrangled for the State 2A Championship. Crawford prevailed 28-14, they were just a little bit better, a bit bigger and had a larger team than Troup, but the Tigers played a good game. Both teams ran the ball the majority of the time, so the game was over pretty fast, under two hours I believe. It was fun to watch them, I remember when Lorena won state when I was in 8th grade and that's one of my favorite memories from back then. It was nice to get to see others enjoy the excitement. I felt bad for Troup, I'd been silently rooting for them, but there was no shame in their defeat.

Sunday I was forced into going to church, which I've not wanted to do since the breakup, just too many memories there. It went alright though, but I was very ready to leave when the service ended. I did a little post-service greeting, but it was all while trying to move towards the exit. After lunch mom went home and I spent the rest of the day trying to get back into my routine.

Ugh, have to go work, perhaps more later.

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It's hard to have what you want, but not have it at your fingertips.

I couldn't imagine how hard it is to know that it's out there, but you can't have it

You can look at it, you can feel it, you can taste it, you can smell it. You can fantasize about it, but you can't have it.

Not right now you can't.

You can feel the ice, you can feel your blades biting into it. Each stride you take, you feel your muscles strain with every stroke as you glide along that polished surface. It's not there though, not like you'd really want it. You can simulate the tantalizing cold feel of the air as you swoop down the lane, you know it all in your mind, but it's not reality.

I'm only slightly talking about hockey.

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A soft, cold breeze awakens me,
And I see the window open, the curtains stirring,
Then I feel you on top of me
Your nails dig like daggers across my chest
My sleep drenched eyes see your lovely face
The pressure of your body drowns me
And I gaze up at your visage as if a dream
I watch you lean down towards me
Your lips touch mine like flame and I quake
The torturous embers of your lips move down my neck
And I feel you enter me
I gasp as you suck me into you
My soul pouring into you with each draught
You drink me and you drain me
The skin of your body glows as you draw me in
My heart beats hard against your bosom
In slow deadly beats
Life escapes me as I enter into you
And I die a slow sensual death at your lips
Then I'm inside you, making my way through you
From breast to heel
I feel you and I am dead in your embrace
Through your eyes I see my own corpse
Pristine and pale laying in the moonlight
Your dagger slivers across your wrist
And crimson drops fall from you
Deep, erotic drops falling to my lips
Slipping down my throat
My life returns to me and I gasp my first breath
I see you in new light and I hunger
What was my body is now yours
And I'm erect as I take you into my arms
You carry me up into the air
I drink from you
Sucking in our mingled essence as we ascend
Entering you with love and desperate need
Drinking deeply from me inside of you
I'm in love with you and wide awake

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I'm a selfish bastard, but I love it when I get what I want a lot faster than I thought I was going to get it. In this case yesterday, so not a long wait at all, but it still seemed like a long time.

This has nothing to do with Netflix.

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I can't say that I'm pleased. This is the second time, in as many weeks, that it's taken an unusually long time for my DVD's to return to Netflix. I had become accustomed to quick turn around of my movies, but the afore mentioned rapidity seems to have vanished. I'm not in the habit of jumping to conclusions or quickly pointing blame most of the time, and in this case I'm starting to ponder where the problem lies. Could it be our stalwart U.S. Postal Service? Could it be Netflix not processing the returned discs in a timely manner? *sigh* I just don't know, but I do know that I'm not getting my Buffy and Angle DVD's at an acceptable rate. When I watch four episodes the same night I get the disc and then send it out that next morning, damnit I want expediency!

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I forgot to mention it, I think, but I finished the TransMetropolitan series, all sixty issues. I can't recommend these books enough, Warren Ellis did an amazing job with the writing and Darick Robertson's artwork was astounding, these guys made an excellent team and they put together a great set of stories. Even if you've never seriously considered comic books before, then I say put down your prejudice and try these books! Expand your horizons and worship at the church of Jerusalem.

If you're a comic noob like me, then I will tell you that this series is rough and, more oft than not, very disturbing, both artistically and graphically. But if you're a little twisted and not easily offended, then I imagine that you'd enjoy the stories a great deal.

What I read influences how I write, like most of you I'm sure, and TransMet certainly twisted my brain around and bid me to write in ways I never had before. Now, whether this was good or bad I don't know, I guess you can be the judge of that. I don't like to judge my own work or rate it in categories, because I'm not confident in what I put down and so I always think, "Wow, this is a great bit of writing, well, for me anyway." I will say though that Mr. Ellis' writing has made me try to write more intensely, more sharply, though admittedly, it's easier to do with the aid of booze and smokes. I've enjoyed the influence that TransMet had on me and thankfully Ellis has a pretty large volume of work, so I can continue to be warped by his influence.

Now I worry more about overdoing it too much, but like everything I seem to run in cycles, so I invariably will switch to a different gear. Of course, as I move on to a new read my influences will change and hopefully that will help me continue to improve. I make the assumption that what I've been doing lately is an improvement, but it feels like it has been.

Posted by Jeff at 08:28 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I'm sure it's happened to you. You get excited because someone leaves comments on your blog and you think, "Hey I should be polite and check out their site and see what they have going on." So you do it and it's groovy and you're thinkin' their site is quite the cat's pajamas, and then you find they have this quiz thing, and you're all like, "I hate these quiz things...but...ummm…fuck, I gotta do it." So I did.

Here it is: *sigh*

eXpressive: 7/10
Practical: 7/10
Physical: 4/10
Giver: 8/10
You are a XPIG--Expressive Practical Intellectual Giver. This makes you a Catch.

You are a magazine-cover, matinee idol dreamboat. Parents love you and want to set you up with their kids. However, first dates are tough because it takes time for your qualities to come out.

You are generous and kind. You think first and act later. You are cool in a conflict, but your practical side means if your partner throws out emotional appeals ("why can't we do what I want for a change?") they will grate on your nerves, even when the conflict is resolved.

You're a romantic. You enjoy the thrill of the hunt, and you don't just fall into bed with anyone. You pay close attention to your significant other's needs, and this makes you an excellent lover and partner. The problem is that your friends and lovers may find it so easy to express things to *you* that they lose sight of whether you feel as comfortable with *them*! This doesn't necessarily make you feel under-appreciated -- you're too well-adjusted and self-aware for that -- but you may feel restless. Thus you seek adventure in your life outside the relationship to prove and actualize yourself.

Of all the types, you would make the best parent.

You are coiffed.

Didja see "Big Fish"? 'Cause you're like Ewan MacGregor in "Big Fish."

Of the 166468 people who have taken this quiz, 9.3 % are this type.

So right off I see I'm an XPIG, that sounds manly, then I read the rest and my penis disappeared as the full weight of what I'd done descended upon me. I'm not manly or macho, I like to think of myself as a kind of an open minded, well rounded type, but I think all that really means is I'm a pansy. Ah well, if I hadn't already accepted it and resigned myself to my fate...I would do it at this point.

But Big Fish was an excellent movie, and Ewan MacGregor is kind of cute...that's good...right?

Thanks e

And if you feel the need to subject yourself to this and you're too fucking lazy to look for the link on e's site. Click
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The Three Laws of Mall-Mart Santas:

1. A Santa may not discourage a sale, or through inaction, allow a sale to be lost.

2. A Santa must obey the orders given it by management except where such orders conflict with the first law.

3. A Santa must maintain that he IS Santa as long as doing so does not conflict with the first or second law.

Thieved from PVP's Christmas Special by Scott Kurtz

If you don't read PVPOnline then you're really missing out. Mr. Kurtz is a very funny man and puts out a superb online comic. Do yourself a favor and check it out.

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Cake...awesome...it was greatness. I can't recall seeing four men groove in the ways we dd. Motions, gyrations and exultations that were totally inappropriate for our ages, our shapes and lack of groove-ability. But we did, oh yes, we did…we got funky.

It's been six years since I last saw Cake and I hope I don't wait that long to see them again. I admit this wasn't the perfect venue for them, the auditorium was too big and they aren't really a big room kind of band. I suspect that they got irritated at the crowd, who had mostly been there for Collective Soul and Flickerstick, and all of their fans were too dispersed amongst the rabble. The first time I saw them was in a little theater, The Arcadia, and it was superb, much more intimate and they could feed from the crowd a lot better.

I still loved their set and they did most of the songs that I wanted to hear, Wheels, Carbon Monoxide and No Phone. They did a lot of songs from their slightly obscure first album, Motorcade of Generosity, and that surprised me. Of course, they did their big songs and some of the more standard ‘hits' from their middle three albums I would have liked to have heard more from Pressure Chief, but I won't complain…much…it was a very solid show.

Unfortunately, and here comes the bitching session, we had to sit through an hour and half of Collective Soul. I apologize if any of you out there are Collective Soul fans, but I just found nothing to appreciate about this band. Their music, while not bad, was inane and repetitive, totally lacking any flavor or substance at all, and it was just so generic. I knew a lot of the songs they played, as in, "these are those filler songs they play in the middle of sets on the radio", so that's what it was like, an hour and a half of radio filler. They weren't bad per say, I would have loved it if they were bad, I've listened to bad bands and enjoyed it, but they were just so standard fare that they elicited no response from me except utter boredom. The lead singer was this bizarre mix of stereotypes. He looked a little like Sammy Hagar, spazzed around like Steven Tyler and behaved like Pauley Shore. Now each of those guys alone are great (except Pauley Shore), but if you mix them together, well it just gave me the jibblies. Unnatural.

My other gripe was with the Nokia center in general. First off, the tickets were $40, I don't know if the venue was a factor in that equation, but it was still pricey. Then they charged $12 for fucking parking, fortunately our group converged in a central location and car pooled, but if I had gone in there by myself I would have been disappointed by the lack of a blow job after paying that. If that wasn't enough they charged $7 for fucking beer and we're not talking about good beer even, we're talking about $7 for gawddamned Miller light and Budweiser. I remember those being strip club prices and I didn't see any boobies! (Note how I skillfully attempt to point out that I haven't been to a strip club in years, specifically four.)

So despite it all it was still worth everything to see Cake live again.

Oh, I almost forgot, I had Indian food in the pre-concert warm up. I love that stuff, I have no idea how to pronounce it and only a vague notion of what's in it, but boy howdy is it yummy.

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Marky got with Sharon,
Sharon got Sharee,
she was sharing Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease,
Mikey had a facial scar,
and Bobby was a racist,
they were all in love with dying,
they were doing it in Texas,
Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain,
Then he lost his leg in Dallas he was dancing with the train...
they were all in love with dying,
they were drinking from a fountain,
that was pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain.

I dont mind the sun sometimes the images it shows,
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies,
You never know just how to look through other peoples eyes

some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes,
some will die in hot pursuits while sifting through my ashes,
some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
that is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain.

I dont mind the sun sometimes the images it shows,
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies,
You never know just how you look through other peoples eyes

Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic,
Flipper died of natural death, he caught a nasty virus.
Then there was an ever present football player-rapist,
they were all in love with dying they were doing it in Texas.
Pauly caught a bullet but it only hit his leg,
Well it should've been a better shot and got him in the head.
there were all in love with dying
they were drinkin from a fountain
that was pouring like an avalanche comin down the mountain.

Butthole Surfers

This is one of those songs that just infect me and I love it...mainly for the chorus I think.

Lyrics yoinked from: www.lyricsbox.com

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I now feel a good deal more pity for the variously addicted people out there. I think I know how they feel when their addiction is taken away. All I can do is sit and think about how I didn't get that last opportunity when it was there and now it's going to be a week before I get the chance again. I'm already starting to shake.

Sympathy for the Author

I haven't had a lot of bright points lately, maybe some mildly glowing ones, but no really bright ones, and I suddenly feel the need for allegory. I sit on my little porch sometimes and look up at the night sky, searching for the stars even though I know it's a quasi-futile endeavor. Living in the City, buried in its bright glare, you only see faint pin pricks, if you're lucky, and this is one of the things I loathe about the City. So one night this one star suddenly popped into the dark sky and it mesmerized me, it was astonishing and totally unexpected. It made the City more tolerable and I've gone out every night looking for it since then, and I'm very happy when it's there and I can gaze and bask in its shimmering, sexy brilliance.

The clouds blew in and now when I look I can't see it anymore and the night is less bright. Sure the clouds will go away eventually and I know it'll be back shinier and prettier than before, but I'm sure going to miss it. . .and I really hope it's okay behind those clouds.

Ok, maybe that's a little much, but it's how I feel right now.

Posted by Jeff at 09:30 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Fuck, this makes so incredibly angry and unabashedly forlorn, and mostly because he speaks the truth. The NHL season, as much as I want to cling to hope, is lost and the most infuriating and heart wrenching thing about it is that no one cares. Well, that's not true…I know of at least two people, me and Trinity, who both care a great deal that the season is slipping away and I'm quite certain that there are others. I'm sure others can ignore hockey by submerging themselves into football, basketball, NASCAR and golf, for us there is just in no consoling, no substitutes. We've had no dekes, no screaming slap shots or five holes collapsing, no hip checks or line changes, no wicked wristers or five minute majors and, so it appears, we shan't get it.

I just felt so bad after reading that article, I can't really describe it. This next one didn't help much either. For those of you who where there, you'll understand, if you weren't then I don't know what I could say to help you understand. Those were magic times, when Carbo, Luds, Beeker, Mo, Newy, Lehts, Langs, Syds, Zubie, Hatch, Hullie, Matty and Eddie, who stood on his head and kept pucks out like a god, brought the Cup to Dallas! After that I was hooked on the stuff.

This article brought that season back and, on top of making Dimebag's death more tragic (at least to me personally), it made me miss hockey even more. I had forgotten the "song" and that Pantera had made that for the Stars that year. I remembered how great it was to watch our boys fight through all the injuries, the pain and agony that is the NHL post-season and watch them win. I remember staying up well past midnight, on multiple occasions as they went through overtime after overtime; including the one where Hullie, with two blown groin muscles, whacked one past a sprawled out Hasek to win the Cup. Woof, fuck me, I'm getting all emotional and I digressed, sorry.

Bottom line is, Mr. article writer, you may be right on some shallow level, but you miss the real picture. Because I know there are a lot us out there who absolutely hate that the NHL isn't playing, and while some may satiate themselves with other sports, I know deep down they aren't satisfied. There is no other sport that compares to Hockey, no other league that has such fan accessible and humble players, no other trophy is as hard to win, and no other sport that combines beauty, grace, with sheer tenacity and violence as this one does.

That, my filthy readers, is my two bits.

Posted by Jeff at 11:50 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Yes, I am officially all a tingle now. In approximately 33 hours I will be in a seething mass of crazed music fans eagerly anticipating a fine evening of having our ears attuned to those masterful purveyors of witty, smirky, and philosophically absurd geek rock otherwise known as Cake.

I'm a little disappointed in realizing, at this late date, that this is not just going to be Cake, it's a show consisting of several different bands, all of whom I'm not really familiar with. That does explain the overly pricey ticket cost though. *grumble* But, alas, weep not for me as I will get to experience some bands I have no clue about, Flickerstick and Collective Soul. My only real fear is that Cake isn't the headliner and will only be allowed a contrite and insufficient amount of time in which to pleasure my auditory receptors.

Whatever, I plan on having a good time anyway. I've wanted to see Cake live again ever since seeing them...geez...almost five or six years ago. I've been to a number of concerts in my time and I've enjoyed all of them a great deal, I'm a live music slut, but I've found that the more familiar you are with the band the more apt you are to enjoy the show. That said, there have been few bands who I have so readily absorbed as Cake and the odd thing here is that I'm not really sure why. It just is the way it is...and, "I said who am I; To blow against the wind?"

Excerpt from: I Know What I Know from the album Graceland by Mr. Paul Simon

Posted by Jeff at 09:31 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Two Hundred and sixteen baby! That's right, fall to your knees, and bow before me! Burn incense, bang cymbals, blare trumpets and then bring virgins to my altar, after which you can leave.

Ok, so maybe that's a wee bit overboard, but yes indeed I weigh only a slight, lithely 216 pounds. To put this in perspective I was a very robust 242 lbs. back in October, so I'm pleased with myself. I'd like it better if Mr. Scale would report more satisfactory numbers on my BFC, which is still languishing at 27.8%, but I like to think that certain feature of Mr. Scale is malfunctioning. And anyway Mr. Belt can put his thing in the final belt hole, it's a little tight, but the next-to-last hole is too loose, so it's good for both of us.

Posted by Jeff at 08:16 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

My filthy readers do exist, though small in number I'm sure you are a powerful force not to be taken litely.

Indeed Thursday was a red letter day for us here (well, me) at unwantedcommentary.com as we had a record setting 12 hits. Not too shabby. Saturday rolled in with a solid 10 hits and Sunday was a very subtlely satisfying 9.

Anyhoo, a heartfelt thank you to this tiny, but mighty group of people who have made the choice to loose precious minutes of their mortal lives by reading my drivel.

Posted by Jeff at 10:21 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

It was a quiet weekend again and I didn't do much except for exist. My domestic responsibilities have been deteriorating the last few weeks...I seem unable to actually fold the laundry once it's done and dishwashing has been overlooked except for when necessary. My mom is coming up next weekend though, so I imagine I will scrub and clean everything.

I smoked too much again and definitely drank too much on Saturday night as can be attested by my blogging like a crazy person at 5:00 in the morning. I am pleased with the work I put out in my inebriated milieu even if it does disturb me to a certain point. I only smoke and drink on the weekends, but I'm feeling quite serious about giving up the smokes…I mean I'm not even a smoker, I'm not sure why I do it….I think it may be the rebellious nature of them, but I have no idea what I'm rebelling against.

Actually that's not true. I do know why I was smoking. It was so I could go outside and have an excuse to stand around and talk to the dog people. What can I say even I get lonely and of course there was a cute blonde chick. Honestly tough, there's only so much entertainment from watching other peoples dogs hump each other. And listening to the same inane banter and dog humping jokes that went along with this display of canine homosexuality got old really fast. The blonde chick, while cute, proved to be inordinately uninteresting, she's a big football freak; which, as a male I feel I should view as good quality, but I have an aversion to football. Hockey rules! But back to the point, I haven't been going outside to talk to them anymore, so my original reason for smoking is gone…I should really stop.

I did have an amazingly wonderful time Friday night, something I had been anticipating for awhile finally came to pass and I can't tell you what a wonderful event it was. Indeed it was everything I had thought it would be and more. Saturday night was as equally amazing, in a different, but no less important way. I felt there was a lot of good time spent this weekend and I am well pleased. I could go on and on, but I don't want to bore anyone.

Oh wait, that's what I do here. Here's to a good week my nonexistent filthy readers.

Posted by Jeff at 09:30 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

The fact that you can ignore them completely, but when they need your love they impose it upon you in the most obnoxious way.
You push them away, kick them, throw them, but still they persist.
And then you give it to them, because you're a pussy and you love them, so you feed them, clean out their litter box, you pet them and they fucking purr and act all cute and then they leave you once they're satiated
Then you can fucking go about your own god damned selfish business, take care of all your loathsome personal needs and they don't care.
But they are still there.
That's fucking beautiful.

You know the thing that I love about cats.

Posted by Jeff at 06:22 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I want to write for you, I want to spill my guts on this altar of publication…I want to take the knife of vocabulary, slice open my belly and spill my innards all over the altar of literacy.

I want to hold my cock in my hand and masturbate it until I spill my seed of verbose prose all over your face. I want rub my semen of articulation all over your face until you drown in my circumlocutory insanity.

But I can't. I'm a hack. I am a little man in the world of large verbosity. You have a legion of willing suppliers that can give you better head than I can.

I'm here though. I'm that little guy that wanders around amongst you, not knowing what the fuck I'm doing, watching you. You'll never see me because I'll never register on the radar of your busy, sophisticated life.

I'm a voyeur of life, I don't know what I want; only knowing that I want what you have, but knowing that I can't have it. I'll dwindle and die envying the world that you move in, having soaked up the visual ecstasy of your lives through my observations.

I love you, my filthy readers.

Posted by Jeff at 05:52 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Where to buddy?

Now there's a question.

First, I want to walk into a bar and drink it.

And then I'm going to start a fight with five men and win.

And then I am going to make use of a truly staggering number of prostitutes. Some of whom I may have been married to.

Following which, I wil buy drugs. I will, in fact, show them a large pillowcase, and tell them to fill it with drugs.

And I'm putting it all on the goddamn expense account.

- Big Daddy Mitch Royce
Transmetropolitan: No. 51 "Two-Fisted Editor"

Posted by Jeff at 10:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I never thought that you should
Look at people through little windows
Constrain them through teeny borders
Looking at them from the shadows

I'm sure it wasn't right
But as I looked longingly
And watched you undress
I was consumed with desire that night.

Then I couldn't help feeling fine
Lookin' at your face and all
Fantasing about your grace
Wanting to feel you so sublime

Now I'm lost and wrapped up
I find I'm not controlling myself
And I'm slowly creeping in
Between the seems of your little window

Posted by Jeff at 03:37 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Have you ever wanted to express something with words, but found yourself lacking the vocabulary to succinctly portray it? You scrounge around, looking for words that can aptly elicit the feelings that you're floating around with, but you discover that there really isn't anything that can add up to just what you're experiencing. So, you listen to songs by a band that you love hoping for inspiration and….geez, it's just hard to find the right combination that this clumsy language has endowed you with.

In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motel
In the dark and dusty corner by the TV shelf
Is a small reminder of a simpler time
When a crumpled up pair of trousers cost a brand new dime
Well you ask me how I made it through and how my mint condition could belong to you
When I'm on the ground I roll through town
I'm a president you don't remember getting kicked around
I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine I'm freshly minted
I am determined not to be dented
By a car or by a plane or anything not yet invented
I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine
In the hiss and rumble of the freeway sounds
As the afternoon commuters drive their cars around
There's a ringle jingle near the underpass
There's a sparkle near the fast food garbage and roadside trash
I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine I'm freshly minted
I'm silver-plated I'm underrated
You picked me up because I was worthy of a long distance phone call
I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine!

(inspired by Cake – Dime, from Pressure Chief; moderately altered for effect)

Okay, it isn't great…but I hope it suffices, but

I am a dime

And I do shine!

Posted by Jeff at 02:13 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

So, I'm listening to the news this morning as I get ready for work, as I am apt to do from time to time. One of the stories that caught my ear was about a court decision in Washington that demanded a new trial for a 17 year old boy convicted of second-degree robbery. The story goes that boy had called a female friend whose mother happened to be eavesdropping on her daughter's conversation. Over hearing and taking notes on the conversation, in which the alleged thief admitted to knowing where the purse was, the mother was able to give testimony that helped convict this little punk.

The thing that irritates me about this isn't the fact that the privacy laws in Washington don't allow parents to keep tabs on their kids, but the fact that the kid gets another trial. Ok, so the mom did something illegal by eavesdropping on her daughter's conversation. That does not; in anyway, change the fact that the little bastard did it. As I see it, the mother provided good, accurate information that proved the case. Yippee for her. Now she did something wrong, how does that change things in the case? Maybe she should be appropriately punished for doing something illegal, but I find it difficult to see how it invalidates her testimony.

It's these fucking technicalities that drive me nuts. I know they were put there for a reason, but it seems that they're used more for evil than good. If someone did the crime, then they did the crime and should pay accordingly. If someone did something improper in collecting evidence or slipped on some protocol then they should be punished for doing that. I'm sure in some cases it makes the evidence questionable, but to blanket apply seems both inefficient and self-defeating. I mean if cops, serving a drug warrant, accidentally break into my house instead and finds four pounds of marijuana, then I should get arrested and punished for that…I did something wrong.

Eh, what a world.

Posted by Jeff at 11:54 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I highly recommend Shizzolating your blog.

Word 'n shit.

Posted by Jeff at 11:45 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I find it disturbing that the water pressure on the water fountain fluctuates when someone flushes the toliet in the women's restroom.

Posted by Jeff at 11:32 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Three names you go by:

1. Sloot


2. Obnoxious Jeff


3. Snatchfaes

Three screennames you have:

1. Nephilim


2. Klaymore (really old)

Three things you like about yourself:

1. I'm pretty low key


2. My Creativity


3. My mind

Three things you hate/dislike about yourself:

1. I don't take initiative in situations, I'm passive


2. I'm not very personable


3. My tendency to be lazy

Three parts of your heritage:

1. Scotish (I think)


2. Irish (I think)


3. English (more than likely)

Three things that scare you:

1. Women


2. Brain lock


3. Getting walked in on while maturbating

Three of your everyday essentials:

1. Trinity


2. Working out


3. Something that gets the brain juices flowing

Three things you are wearing right now:

1. Rhinestone thong, j/k boxers


2. Drab green slacks


3. Dark blue golf shirt

Three of your favorite bands/artists (at the moment):

1. Green Day


2. Ramones


3. Nina Simone

Three of your favorite songs at present:

1. That Nina Simone song Mary sent me


2. Butthole Surfers - Avalanche


3. Cake - Tougher than it is & Carbon Monoxide

Three new things you want to try in the next 12 months:

1. Traveling out of state solo


2. Attend A-Kon


3. Take some classes at community college

Three things you want in a relationship (love is a given):

1. Intellectual connection


2. Fun


3. Honesty

Two truths and a lie:

1. Peed out of a hotel window in Vegas


2. I despise role playing, comic books and geek crap


3. I have an aversion to all things popular and trendy

Three physical things about the opposite sex (or same) that appeal to you:

1. Long hair, kinky or curly a plus


2. Nice teeth (I put up with 6 years of braces :P)


3. Shapely legs

Three things you just can't do:

1. Dance or keep rythm


2. Stick my dick up another man's ass


3. Understand reality tv or why Paris Hilton is famous

Three of your favorite hobbies:

1. Reading stuff


2. Writing stuff


3. Chatting with people r/l and online

Three things you want to do really badly right now:

1. Finish filling out this thing


2. Look for more music to download


3. Play Noah's Ark

Three careers you're considering:

1. Something to do with history


2. Vampire Slayer


3. Sock Puppet

Three places you want to go on vacation:

1. Anywhere

Three kids names:

1. I really


2. haven't considered


3. this much

Three things you want to do before you die:

1. Go back to school


2. Travel a lot


3. Have a kid

Three people who have to take this quiz now or die painfully:

1. I don't


2. know


3. three people

If you would like to be one of said three people, please let me know.

Posted by Jeff at 10:46 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Cordbook.com

They have a scales section and I spent most of last night practicing scales! EEEEEE!

I was really pumped at how well I was able to play right off the bat. A friend of mine who was teaching me some guitar, about five years ago, showed me how to play scales and told me to practice. It would appear that a bit of my muscle memory is still there. Now, mind you it wasn't beautiful, but I couldn't help but feel pleased with myself.

I should point out that all I've been doing since picking the axe back up is strumming cords, so playing scales was a nice change of pace.

I particularly loved the blues scale and I was layin' down some serious soulful shit...at least for a white boy, who can't really play guitar.

Posted by Jeff at 09:00 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

As I was sitting in the reading room perusing my latest edition of MacWorld I read a headline about Apple announcing OS X 10.4. I sat there thinking, "Gee, they come out with a new edition almost every year, and they charge for each one...woah, the chick in this add is hot...Windows XP you only had to buy once and the updates have been free...I wonder if I could patch together a comparison." So I tried and I did.

Let me put this right out in front, I'm not a PC fanboy, I do use a Mac at work and I really like OS X 10.3...and yes, I know that only Trinity reads my sight...so fuck off.

Mac OS X

March 24, 2001 – Mac OS X 10.0 (Cheetah)
$129.00 (largely considered a beta release)

September 25, 2001 – Mac OS X 10.1 (Puma)
Free

Final version: 10.1.5 (free upgrades)

August 24, 2002 – Mac OS X 10.2 (Jaguar)
$129.00

Final version: 10.2.8 (free upgrades)

October 24, 2003 – Mac OS X 10.3 (Panther)
$129.99

Current version: 10.3.6 (free upgrades)

Total: $387
(sources: wikipedia.com, Mac.Ars)

Windows XP
Releasd: October 25, 2001

Professional $321
Professional w/ SP2 – 299.99
Professional w/ SP2 Upgrade - $199.99
Home Edition - $216.55
Home Edition w/ SP2 - $199.99
Home Edition w/ SP2 Upgrade - $99.99
(as of 12/8/04 from CompUSA)

SP 1 – September 9, 2002
Free

SP 2 – August 6, 2004
Free

Total varies depending on your situation: $321 to $99

Posted by Jeff at 04:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I can't remember what I was going to say.

This wasn't it, but Garfield doesn't seem as funny as it used to. That's disappointing on several levels, first among them being that I was a huge fan when I was a kid. It seems like an invalidation of those memories, but maybe I'm being harsh...maybe I've just outgrown it...or something. I'd like to blame Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley whose Bucky Katt puts me in stitches on a fairly regular basis. Conley's frenetic and edgy drawings always manage to portray an intense amount of detail, while being both mildly disturbing and heart warmingly touching. And the dialogue is unfuckingbelievably funny.

Garfield, on the other hand just doesn't seem as wild and crazy any more. It's hard to say it, but Bucky has him beat in pure cat wackiness and absurdity…and when Bucky threatens physical violence, you know he means it. In all fairness I know that Jim Davis is doing something different and perchance I need to get back to reading Garfield on a regular basis to recapture it's charms.

Oh, and I think was going to comment on how beautiful the sunrise was this morning and it's good to be alive…yadda, yadda, yadda. Well, it was…a very pretty morning…makes ya believe in God, so on and so forth.

Have a nice day.

Oh, and if anyone knows where to get a good pair of fuzzy bunny slippers, please let me know.

Posted by Jeff at 08:43 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

...in that song, "The Devil went Down to Georgia", what exactly do they mean "he went down." Is it a knock on Georgia? We all know that the Devil hails from the nether regions of Hell, indeed the deepest levels of the aforementioned realm of demons and nasty stuff. So does that mean Georgia is one level lower then all the devious machinations that Satan himself can devise? Is it a knock on the weather? Perhaps some veiled social or politcal commentary on the Peach State? I don't know.

Maybe they just mean it as he just went somewhere. For instance, "I'm goin' down to the store...ya'll."

Maybe...

Posted by Jeff at 02:02 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

December 7, 1941

353 Imperial Japanese Navy aircraft

29 did not return to their carriers

U.S. Personnel Killed/Wounded

Navy 2001 / 710
Marines 109 / 69
Army 231 / 364
Civilian 54 / 35

Ships sunk or beached: 12
Ships damaged: 9

164 Aircraft destroyed
159 Aircraft damaged

I don't know if I have anything to add to the events of 63 years ago, I doubt I have anything to say that hasn't already been said. I would encourage us to remember, go out and read a little something about what happened that day, I think those men and women that died deserve it.

Posted by Jeff at 12:57 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Please stand in the middle of the fucking hall, talking and gesticulating wildly so I have press my ass against the wall to get around you...oh, and for fucking god sakes, don't move at all!

I love it when this happens!

Posted by Jeff at 12:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I don't know what's in the air this morning, but I've been stopped in the hall five times and asked computer questions. I'm sorry, but this is one of the most annoying things that users do and it's a pet peeve of mine. Usually I don't go off about it, but I've been a little surly this morning.

This is one of those things that make it difficult to be in IT and associate with the rest of the staff. Anytime there's a get together you invariably get asked computer questions and I wouldn't mind if it were just topical conversation, but people want solutions to problems. I want to be helpful, but please, this is what I do day in and day out, I do like to think about other things. Plus it's hard to tell people how to fix their problem when they don't know shit about computers in the first place…so even as I explain how to fix it and they stare blankly at me I now they're not going to remember. Grrr…frustrating.

The only exceptions to this rule are if you're pretty, nice or bring me cookies or brownies. Any combination is fine.

Posted by Jeff at 12:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Wow, what a lazy, boring weekend. I did nothing, aside from a little laundry...but mostly I just watched movies. I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind; which, I thought was awesome! I watched Trainspotting and that was an enjoyable movie...weird though, it seemed really long, but it was only 90 minutes. It was funny, nasty, sad and all the things you expect from a good junkie movie...I've never done drugs, so I like to live vicariously through cinema. I also watched part of Around the World in 80 Days, I borrowed it from the parents, and it blew chunks! That means a lot coming from me, because I'm typically very flexible as far as what I can enjoy from a movie...I loved Hudson Hawk for example...so yeah, it was bad...which is a shame, I like the characters and the actors seem to be trying...and of course Jackie Chan does a great job with fight choreography and his stunt work is always great…but it's not enough to carry the whole film. I also borrowed and watched O' Brother Where Art Thou, (3 times) and this movie continues to be one my very favorite Coen Bros. films and one of my top ten…if not five.

The first season DVD of Angel arrived in this batch of Netflix too, and so I watched that. I was pretty nervous as I started watching the first episode…I've loved Buffy so much and I was worried that it this series may not work for me or that the writers would screw it up. I was very pleased to find out how good a job Joss and the other guy did with the show. It has a great flavor all its own and while doing all the things that BtVS did well, it manages to be distinctive and, I think, successfully makes its own place. David Boreanaz, on top of being hot, really shows his acting potential, I'm really looking forward to the rest of the shows.

I got to hang out with my friends on Friday night, drink good beer (Mouredseau No.5 & Anchor Christmas Ale 04) and that was good times…plus hanging out with Dustin later that night was a big bonus, as I haven't heard from him in awhile and was starting to worry about him.

Other than that though, the weekend was lonely, boring and mostly unexciting…there were some bright, shiny moments which were unfortunately too brief, but added a big dash of happy. :)

So off into the week we go…yippee!

Posted by Jeff at 11:51 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I wanna write something heady and in-depth, but I don't fuckin' feel like it. I wanted to write a review of Blade: Trinity, but I don't fuckin' feel like doing that either.

I did see Blade 3 last night, for free. I liked it. The more I thought about it on the way home the dumber it seemed, so I stopped thinking about it. Good effects, lots of butt kicking, some good lines, a vampyric Pomeranian and Jessica Beil .

I'm all set to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind...finally. Netflix was bogarding them or something, it had been in my queue for months marked as "long wait". Meahwhile, Trinity had already received and watched (through Netflix)...I was flabergasted!

I'm all setup for Buffy and Angel too...I spent about twenty minutes arranging my queue so I can get an episode of each and a movie with every batch.

Hey, it's Friday...that rocks out. For some reason it seemed like a really long week. I guess because of Thanksgiving.

Sometimes you just have to say...Fuck.

Have a good weekend my lovely readers who don't exist...

Posted by Jeff at 02:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

empyrean \em-py-REE-uhn; -PEER-ee-\, noun:
1. The highest heaven, in ancient belief usually thought to be
a realm of pure fire or light.
2. Heaven; paradise.
3. The heavens; the sky.

adjective:
Of or pertaining to the empyrean of ancient belief.

Posted by Jeff at 02:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

El plátano está en el bolsillo del diablo!

- John
(crudely drawn from memory and translated via altavista)

Posted by Jeff at 10:27 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

My first hits were free, now I must pay.

I bought the following today:

The Invincible Ironman #1
The Hedge Knight trade by GRR Martin
Hard Time PBT
Jon gave me The Ultimates 2 because he accidentally bought two.

Posted by Jeff at 03:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)