Wednesday, January 29, 2003

Every 14th of February you get the chance to display your fondness for your wife or girlfriend by showering her with gifts, flowers, dinner, shows and any other baubles that women find romantic. Every Valentine's Day you rack your brains for that one special, unique gift that will show your wife or girlfriend that you really love them more than anything.

Now ladies, I'll let you in on a little secret. Guys really don't enjoy this that much. Sure seeing that smile on your face when we get it right is priceless, but that smile is the result of weeks of blood, sweat and consideration. Another secret--guys feel left out. That's right, left out. There's no special holiday for the ladies to show their appreciation for the men in their life. Men as a whole are either too proud or just too embarrassed to admit it. Which is why a new holiday has been created.

March 20th is now officially "Steak and Blowjob Day."
Simple, effective and self-explanatory. This holiday has been created so you ladies finally have a day to show your man just how much you love him. No cards, no flowers, no special nights on the town. The name of the holiday explains it all. Just a steak and a blowjob. That's it. Finally, this twin pair of Valentines Day and Steak and Blowjob Day will usher in a new age of love as men everywhere will try THAT much harder in February to ensure a more memorable March!

It's like a perpetual love machine. The word is already beginning to spread, but as with any new idea, it needs a little push to start the ball rolling. So spread the word and help bring love and peace to this crazy world!

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

Rent this movie today!!!
Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent
Flatulence (n.) the emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.
Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddish expressions.
Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid (e.g.: "I'm a doctor...")
Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.
Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.

Friday, January 24, 2003

Not so... I've only played it 4 times since I got it sunday. Fortunately, I've just gotten over a long bout with GTA:Vice City, so I'm not so addiction prone.
The Other Planet has you pegged as being "addicted" to SOCOM.
Well, I just got some materials from grad schools I'm interested in, and hooked up my PS2 to broadband so I can play SOCOM online, but that's it really.
Hello! What's new crew? Y'all got anything ya gotta say? Anything new.

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

I'd like to thank all my peeps for hooking the blog up while I was away on vacation...

: ^ P......


Wednesday, January 15, 2003

Sully, the fetish expo was this past weekend. You missed it. :p

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

I'd like to thank Matt.

That's all.

Guess not.

Monday, January 13, 2003

Anyone joining us at Centerfolds this afternoon/evening?

Friday, January 10, 2003

David St. Hubbins: Well, I'm sure I'd feel much worse if I weren't under such heavy sedation.
Derek Smalls: We're lucky.
David St. Hubbins: Yeah.
Derek Smalls: I mean, people should be envying us, you know.
David St. Hubbins: I envy us.
Derek Smalls: Yeah.
David St. Hubbins: I do.
Derek Smalls: Me too.
Last Blog for a Week or So. Maybe.

I won't have a computer at home starting tomorrow. My roommate Dane has one and has offered to let me use it but I don't know if there will be Blogging for me next week. I'm off for vacation for a week. Also there is going over to James too and I can check there but most of my Blogging is done on company time so...

And new digs tomorrow. New start. New beginning. When does the new pussy kick in is what I'd like to know! ^_~ It doesn't kick in...you gotta go out there and find it, young man...

Thursday, January 09, 2003

Sully!'s Top 10 Reasons to Masturbate for Peace:

10. I'm doing it anyway...now I got an excuse besides ennui.
9. Hunger strikes aren't sexy.
8. Keeping my Peeps at Astroglide in Biz-nezz!
7. Keeping my Peeps at Vivid Video in Biz-nezz!
6. If your hands are full of your own dick, you can't hold a gun.
5. You're too busy beating something else to beat someone up.
4. Setting erection endurance for the "Peace Fuck-A-Thon".
3. Dwarf Tossing for Peace was sold-out.
2. I mean...how else do you enjoy the Two Fat Ladies cooking show???
1. I'm not done filling this milk carton for Oxfam America.
Top 10 Reasons to Masturbate for Peace

10. It's too hot to go outside and demonstrate
9. If I go blind they can't draft me
8. The walls need painting white anyway
7. This is my weapon...this is my gun...this one's for shootin....oh, never mind.
6. If you want it done right you have to do it yourself
5. All the lube will give me a baby-soft dork
4. It may be the only "peace" I'll be getting for a while
3. If I use my left hand, it feels like someone else has joined my cause
2. What else am I going to do with the 80 GB of porn on my PC?
1. Because I can't give myself a peace blowjob
Toothless HOOEY!!! WHERE ARE YOU???

Something I lifted from the Other Planet.
This is my kinda movement!!! ^_~

Wednesday, January 08, 2003

Here's a great article on the F* Word. Enjoy!

Fuck those fucking fuckers!!!

I got that from a thread at Wil Wheaton Dot Com. In a folder called "Boring Adult Conversation". I got the idea to go there from his Onion AV Club interview. It's an OK Message Bored.
Not as good as the Other Planet or Channel Ocho but it's ok.
So, he gets blown in class, and to punish him they tell everyone and give him three days off? Yeah... that'll teach him. What? What is this about???? -- Oh never mind I see. Curious, I wonder who pulled it out of the trash and posted it on the net? (Sully where do you find this stuff?)

What about a hair dyed Heather Graham for Kristen? We could get Mr Bigglesworth to do a cameo os Darius! I think Angelina (although she could pull off my tantrums well) should play Jenn and Katie or Anna play me - the ages are closer and frankly I've been told by others that Katie holmes is a dead ringer, although far too tall. What about Claire Danes for Jenn?

I also met another dead ringer for Matt whilst I as down at the Mount - weird really, but he was a little too short. I think Abe is a great choice.
Also Abe was Dan Connor in flashback to high school scenes on Roseanne.
Abe was/is also Jerry on ER. I never watched Parker Lewis, but have been asked if I was on the show maybe a dozen times.
Actually, you've got a dead-ringer named Kevin, but he isn't an actor.
yeah...that sucks!!! ^_~
So, he gets blown in class, and to punish him they tell everyone and give him three days off? Yeah... that'll teach him.

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

Just a suspension.


Well...I couldn't think of any waif-like actresses that could. Hmmm...maybe Selma Blair.
I know!!! Katie Holmes!

Angelina Jolie - hell yeah - that's much better! And she can kick some serious ass!

I disagree about Christina Aguliera for Krispy - Somehow "white fluffy kitty" (aka Darius) and Christina snugglin' on the couch doesn't cut it.
Yeah...I'll agree with Matt that Kiwi is cuter than Jennifer Garner. This goes in with my philosophy of never liking a woman named "Jennifer" again. Plus I like the short chicks. And I don't agree with the universal notion that Jennifer Garner is "all that". She can look good but she looks like she needs a lot of make up. I saw her in "Catch Me If You Can" and I wasn't bowled over. She's hot in those few scenes I've seen from Alias when she's vamped and/or sluttied out but au natural...she looks boring.

Man...this grief shit really sucks!

Matty, the apartment is OK. I'll send you an invite when I get all moved in. I'm hopefully going to be all out by Sunday. I still have to pack but I never had much stuff to begin with. Worcester Street in the South End near the Old Flat on Mass Ave. Dane and Norm will be my roommates. It's definitely a "guy's place". I mean thre's a stack of Playboy in the living room. Plus my roomies are herbivores so if you can hook me up with a house warming present, I'm sure we can get some pad thai from Jae's (which is right around the corner) and enjoy the splendor of Episode 2 in Dane's 5 channel surround sound. My room's a decent size. It has a sink in it. A sink! It used to be a flop house for jazz musicians when the South End was littered with Jazz clubs (Wally's being the only one left) so there are working sinks in all of our rooms. I get my own bathroom too which is sweet. Washer/Dryer. Dishwasher. Garbage disposal. AC. All utilities included in rent (xept gas). It is on the third floor and my room is on the fourth so moving's gonna be fun! It might be on Sunday if anyone wants to help! ^_~

Who would play me? Seth Green. Looks nothing like me but he can play the spaz and the cool one...just like me. I am my own Jester and King.
Oh, c'mon... you're already hot and rockin'. I'd probably be played by Abraham Benrubi or someone like that.

Sully, how'd the apartment look?

Monday, January 06, 2003

Sorry to be misleading or perhaps how I wrote it is wrong. Jerome puts Duncan in the tub. I assume Duncan gets out of the tub and goes to bed when he's had enough of the Chinese Water Torture and has sobered up.

Sorry - I read it whilst consuming many beers and watching Orange County. My mistake. Still, I'm looking forward to the next installment if it should ever come about, this year or any other. I remember this you know - the flat glorified onto the 'tube', names changed to protect the unfortunate. There were many interesting tales throughout, and if the current American sitcomes are really the best of what you people have to offer then I bet these would make a brilliant show - just my opnion though. My character though I want to start taking on some of the qualities of that 'Alias' chic - she rocks, and is very hot, and for any man NOT watching that show - you should be ashamed of yourself.

Anyway - thanks for the suggestions on questions - some of them are viable too. Well Done!
Questions I'd ask:
Tomato: vegetable or fruit?
Stop, drop and giggle. (a statement...not a query)
What music do you prefer to fuck to: AC/DC or Peter Gabriel? (A character question...either or).
Do you believe in God?
Who started on Bruins defense 1979 through 2000 and won 5 Norris Trophies?
Spreken de Deutche?
Parles-tu francais?
Do you need somewhere to sit?
Another raw oyster?
Sorry if the assumption was that I just wrote that. Looking over the posts I think that is the impression. In my putting of my shit together for my upcoming move, I found a bunch of discs with lots of old writings. I thought I'd share.
[1/6/2003 1:03:36 PM | Preacher Matt]
Good on the writing Sul. Just curious about how you reconcile "cleaning up" your language in real life, and less so in your writing.

1. The exerpt was written in 1999
2. Although I have my gripes...I'm not about to use my characters as vehicles for my propoganda. ^_~ That would make me Peyo writing the Smurfs.
Welcome Dringo!!!! WOWWW!!!

Cars or motorcycles?

Rugby or soccer? (very important in NZ)

Coke - out of a bottle or a can? (if out of a bottle glass or plastic)
Glass bottle

Favourite hung-over food?
Egg Benedict and an Absolute Peppar Bloody Mary

Wendy's or McDonalds?

Favourite movie?
The Quiet Man

Favourite book?
The one I'm writing

Favourite sexual position?
69...then starts the laundry list...
Oh oh oh, I love doing this shit! OK here goes:

Cars or motorcycles?
- Cars. I used to drive a scooter for a long time, but got scoot-fright. Kenny Loggins might encourage me to fly into the danger zone, but after growing older and more risk-averse, the only danger zones I'm comfortable with right now are my own unwashed pits.

Rugby or soccer? (very important in NZ)
- Soccer, man. Although I've never watched a rugby match, so I can't really say for certain.

Coke - out of a bottle or a can? (if out of a bottle glass or plastic)
- Preferably out of a glass bottle, but can anyone get that kind in the US anymore? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! That's all you see in like Suriname and all those third-world countries, but no one can find it here.

Favourite hung-over food?
- Tacqueria La Mexicana! http://www.lataqueria.com

Wendy's or McDonalds?
- Wendy's Gotta love those shakes, baby!

Favourite movie?
- Office Space, or Batman

Favourite book?
- You mean those thick things with the letters in them?

Favourite sexual position?
- On the bottom, baby, YEAH! Let the other peep do all the work. I've been exercising a little more lately, though, so perhaps when I kick my metabolism disorder that afflicts roughly 99.9% of all Americans, due to our Wendy's, McDonald's, and Coke-in-a-can-or-bottle-filled diet, I may have more energy to finally climb on top and take some responsibility of my own. Just like Bishop Ocho always said, "Pleasin You, Pleasin Me!"
Good on the writing Sul. Just curious about how you reconcile "cleaning up" your language in real life, and less so in your writing.

I like the questions idea Kiwi... are we going to get any answers? Here are a few more suggestions:

Orange Juice: Pulp or no pulp?
How much time do you spend in front of the TV in an average week?
Coffee or Tea?
Sexually dominant, submissive, or equal? (do, or be done unto?)
Can you cook? Change a tire/tyre?
You're not a fucking psycho, are you? (actually, I might have to start asking that)
Favorite band?
[1/6/2003 6:08:43 AM | Rev Kiwi]
Glad to see your back into your writing Sul' - looks like some good has come of all this already.

What happens when the character Jerome gets out of the tub though? I have to say I am curious.

Sorry to be misleading or perhaps how I wrote it is wrong. Jerome puts Duncan in the tub. I assume Duncan gets out of the tub and goes to bed when he's had enough of the Chinese Water Torture and has sobered up.
Glad to see your back into your writing Sul' - looks like some good has come of all this already.

What happens when the character Jerome gets out of the tub though? I have to say I am curious.

On a side note I'm playing a game out here that might intrest you boys - especially seeing as Sully is back amongst the population of 'singilites'. What 5 questions would you ask a person, male or female (oh I forgot I'm the only female that writes on this thing anyway) that are vital to a relationship(or at least not totally regretting it in the morning) yet aren't typically ones you would ask?
So far we have the following suggestions:

Cars or motorcycles?
Rugby or soccer? (very important in NZ)
Coke - out of a bottle or a can? (if out of a bottle glass or plastic)
Favourite hung-over food?
Wendy's or McDonalds?
Favourite movie?
Favourite book?
Favourite sexual position?

--- you get the idea - as you can see though they are pretty weak - suggestions wanted....

Sunday, January 05, 2003

Happy Sinday Ochieros. Not a typo either. Sin away...if resting isn't your speed.
Here is a bit of Olde School for us Olde Fools. This is an ancient Ocho concept. Doctor Hooey and I have been batting around ideas for years about a novel and screenplay about the restaurant biz. Hooey's idea of an Altman-esque screenplay about the lives and loves of the young and foolish I decided to make a bit of my own. He didn't mind and I've written proably less than 70 pages of badly produced events and dialog. Please no editorials. This is fiction based on real events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent (and not so innocent). My title for this novel is called "86'ed". For those of you not savvy enuff to follow, "86" is a restaurant term that has its etymological roots in martitme language. It means to run out of an item or get rid of it. If somehting has been "86'ed", it is no longer available. The restaurant is a shameless Hard Rock Cafe rip off called "Reruns". Their tag line is "Stay Tuned!". Think a TV oriented HRC. In this following scene, the protagonist Jerome finds out about the firing of his best friend and roommate Duncan.
I hope you enjoy.

Duncan’s Dismissal
Chapter XX

“What?” Jerome
“I was fired.” Duncan
“For what?” Jerome
“They said it was my attitude.” Duncan
Jerome drags long on his cig and looks over his shoulder at the large TV jutting out of the wall across the street. The ‘Stay Tuned’ tag line in a banner under the tele set. The TV actually worked; it wasn’t just there for show. It played the same played out garbage shown inside but with no volume. When the doorman opened the door, one’s ears could catch a drift of Raj and Dwayne or what ever happened to be playing that second.
“Those bastards.” Jerome.
“Fuck them!” And Duncan sticks his middle finger up at the boisterous rectangle. “Three years, man. Three fucking years! Assholes!” Dunc was upset to say the least. “I knew something was up when I couldn’t get into the TruTouch.”
“What?” Jerome
“My number was locked out of the system. I had to use somebody else’s number to ring in orders. They decided to fire me last night. And the manager this morning didn’t even know about it. Shit, at shift change, Chuck asks Stan what I’m doing here and makes Stan fire me on the spot! What clueless, stupid jerks!”
“The only reason they gave you was that you had an attitude?” Jerome
“Yeah. They said ever since I was promoted, I go around thinking I own the joint.”
“You do. Sorry…did.”
“Hey, shut up.” He was angry with Jerome for saying that
“Sorry, buddy. Just cracking wise. Let’s get you liquored up. How’s that.”
“All right.”
Jerome and Duncan go down the street to William’s, the trusty Reruns hangout with the cheapest pitcher of beer in the city. Pinball solace saving lost souls, pool table to lie in a self made bed of misery. Duncan was all into that. And more. By the third hour, Duncan had consumed more alcohol than some microbreweries produce in a day. Well, it seemed that way to him at least.
After bashing Reruns management, then the Red Sox, then the management, then the Sox in that order; after order and order of beer, Duncan decided to quit mummifying his liver when his head hit the bar.
“…So the rope says to the bartender, ‘No, I’m a-frayed-knot!’ Get it?”
“Tee hee hee…” says a local cutie with blue eye shadow and an agape gum chewing mouth.
“Dunc?” Jerome notices his companion’s disposition and requests that transportation be made available through a livery service. He said those exact words to his blue-collar barkeep, whom which crooked an eyebrow at Jerome, picked up the phone, and speed dialed a taxi.
Jerome was lucky to have acted so deftly when he did. For the second Duncan emerged from the pumpkin carriage, he gave back what was given to him.
“Thanks, buddy.” Jerome says to the driver of the Orange Cab of Boston as he’s handed a Twenty.
“Sure, don’t mention it.” Says the cabby as he turns back onto the street.
Jerome looks at his fallen comrade, like a placed down marionette on the curb, head heavy and dry heaving ‘tween his legs. “C’mon, pally. We bi-pedaling this or do I have to do this fireman style.”
“That’s the best thing I’ve heard you say all day.” And Jerome bends over and puts his shoulder to Duncan’s waist. “Don’t warn me if you’re gonna heave.” Which is the first thing Dunc does when Jerome is upright. Jerome stumbled back a step or two, the vino coursing through his veins as well.
Jerome places Duncan, clothes and shoes, in the shower, upright of course and turns the warm water on full tilt. Duncan, noticing his wetness, starts to complain in his new alien tongue.
“Trust me, you won’t drown. I used to do this all the time. You can rinse out your own clothes when you get your land brain back. This way you can shit, piss, and puke yourself silly, stay hydrated, and keep it all self-contained. All at once. What a country!” Jerome tussles Duncan’s mop of black hair. “I’ll keep checking on you.”
Jerome considers burning his own vestments as he removes them. He dons his plaid comfy pants and a sweatshirt and plops down in front of the TV for some SportsCenter. An hour later, he enters a steam filled loo and cops a squat.
“Hiya doin’, chief?” Jerome asks with a smile. Duncan still hadn’t disrobed but seemed a tad bit coherent than before. A tad.
“I didn’t want her to go away. Why did she go away?” Dunc’s wet mush mouth mumbles
“Because she didn’t want in her bed what I got in my tub.”
“Was it something I said?”
“Was it when you asked her how Bazooka and Budweiser taste together?” Jerome cracks up. “No, buddy, no. You were doing great. Until you started buying Jaegermiester shots for the three of us.” Jerome grabs some T.P. and does the obvious. “Watch it.” And he flushes while a jet of hot, hot water streams down.
“Oww!” Duncan looks up and sees the same thing Janet Leigh must have seen in Psycho.
“I’ll be back.” Jerome wipes his washed hands on the towel and leaves the door half-open. “Yell if you need water wings.”
“Fuck you.” Jerome hears Duncan from the door crack.
“That’s the spirit!” He yells back.

Saturday, January 04, 2003

I call that "The American Entitlement". It's a syndrome unique only to Americans. But it's OK to try to get what you want but at what expense.
At what expense indeed...

It took a Brit to tell us you cain't always git whatchu wann...but if you find sometimes you just might find you get what you need. But Americans confuse "want" with "need" or switch them interchangeably as though they were one in the same.

Matt, I'm sorry to hear about your extended vacation. Any leads yet or are you going to take it easy for a week more?

Friday, January 03, 2003

I don't think Americans have too many problems... they just think they do. A lack of perspective, methinks. More often than not, what Americans (and whiners in general) seem to whine about is not getting their own way.
Diddly Doyd
Matt's Unemployed.
I'm ready to go
But that job, I enjoyed.

Just as well though, after three weeks of paid vacation, I could use another two months of it.
Dingle Dingle
Sully's Single.
The Chip on me shoulder
Was actually a Pringle.

JennEric Enterprises has been disolved.
It must have been the New Year's resolve.

I'll be accepting donations for the "Find Millie a new Flat" Fund. ^_~

I am way too tired to Blog away, Ochieros. I mean two nights of not sleeping will drive the average American who has no tolerance for the sort MAD!!! Is it Americans who have the thin skin? Or is it a world wide culture of whining? Tell me peeps, are Americans regarded as wimpy because we have too many problems for our own good. I recently saw this movie called "Bottle Rocket". It starred Owen Wilson and brother Luke. James Caan to boot to boot to name the principles. It was directed by Wes Anderson and co-written by Anderson with Owen Wilson. Why point this out, They are the creative team that brought you "Rushmore" and "The Royal Tenenbaums".
I wrote a review for NetFlix, the ultimate DVD rental place. The characters were wonderfully complex. Except for the Latino cast who played a big part in the story (the movie was set in Texas). I wondered if this was to illuminate the fact that the middle to upper middle class have too many problems for their own good.

Too tired to Blog.
I'll check in this weekend maybe...what if I don't?

Thursday, January 02, 2003

From the Pickled Old Brain that brought you non-fiction favorites such as…
“The Fonzie Manifesto”
“Green Jelly Boy”
”The Couch Story”

Rev. Sully! is proud to announce the creation of another frontal lobe fecal lob.

“The Asthma Spot”.

Oh Immortal One…I kiss your ass to give me a mighty spyglass! Oh to have a shield and a voice to wield! A shield! A shield! Something to protect you from the elements and hostilities. Everyone wishes they had one. Well…you can neither purchase this kind of shield at the local Woolworth’s nor can you collect box tops to get a free one in the mail from your favorite break’est cereal.
The Asthma Spot is real. Make no bones about it. It exists just as the Bermuda Triangle does, just as the Tomb of Joseph of Aremethea does, as the Library of Alexandria once did. It is a true place that exists on the X, Y and Z-axes on this oblique spheroid we call home but so shrouded in mystery and myth that its story needs clarification.
The Asthma Spot moves continuously. It is elusive. It has a knack for not being stationary. It has mood and sensitivity. It rises and falls. It can be little or large in area. How do I know all this, you ask. Because I possess the only map to its location. And I’m about to share that with you, the general public. It was on my chest.
It is part of the reason why the Asthma Spot is so cunning, so mobile and hidden. It might also have to do with the fact that shirts are worn most of the time and no one would ever guess to look under there…under where? I just made me say underwear. Even featuring a bared torso, it is still stealthy for it has not a mark or mole to denote its exact location nor does it have an arrow or target or anything conspicuous to even allow thought of its existence.
It comes around at the most opportune times. It is heroic in reflex. It is a watchdog. A guardian. Looking out for Asthmatic children under the threat of violence by their peers and bullies, the Asthma Spot has protected me from many a school bus stop beating. If a playful friend were to get too close roughhousing or one of my many tormentors were to hit me anywhere near my chest, I would crumple up, turtling on the floor and simulate my best wheeze while trying to cry out “you hit my asthma spot...you hit my asthma spot”. I really did not have an Asthma attack. The Asthma Spot made it seem that way therefore getting me out of any unwarranted physical harm.
I found the Asthma Spot for real once. Playing street hockey and the plastic blade of the stick caught in the jagged asphalt, the butt poking me in my solar plexus and my momentum enabling me to pole vault over the stick. I thought I was going to croak. I think the wind was just knocked out of me but the reaction was the kicker. “Take your puffer, give him some room to breathe, hey leave him alone…” was the chorus’ dialog in that scene giving me an idea. So I invited the Spot home and I gave it some cookies and milk and asked it to hang around…to keep an eye out for my safety. To shield me.
Did I not know the story of “crying wolf”? Of course I did and I did not use the power liberally. Only to get out of conflicts when home wasn’t in running distance. Only once did it fail me. My best friend and I were warring over something that mattered a lot to our little heads and attention spans and on the bus ride home he hit me…but he hit me near my chest! A HA!!! I’ve got him now! But he didn’t fall for it. In fact he was waiting outside of the bus for me…egging me on to come out. I finally convinced Kevin, the red-headed, Porsche Design sunglass wearing driver of bus #616 to drop me off at the next corner while my friends chased the school bus as though it offered soft serve.
I haven’t seen the Asthma Spot around in decades. As my Asthma went into hibernation at the onset of puberty, so did the Asthma Spot decide to hide. I wonder if it even still exists. I believe it does. I don’t need it anymore but I think the Spot is out there…somewhere. Caught up in the mythology that it too like the Titans, the Oroboros and the pre-Aryan gods of the Indus Valley region are now concealed by the mists of time and remembrance. Maybe it’s flown to the chest of another. To a picked on asthmatic child who too needs protection against a world too tough for the short of breath. Oh yes…the Spot is alive and well somewhere out there.

(Draft 1.0 1/2/2003 -EO’S)

In the year 2112, Sully realizes he's a geeky old pickled brain in a shiny new robot body.
Matt's Resolutions for 2003:

Make small dietary changes for the better... sandwiches without cheese, one less cream in the coffee, etc. I was startled at how easy and effective this was in the past, but let it slide.

Get to the gym for aerobic exercise as part of a regular routine... I just found out I'm still paying for it, and besides it's a great time to get reading done since I rarely ride the T anymore.

I have mixed feelings about this one, but have decided after repeated let downs that it's for the best: Give people the benefit of the doubt, but don't trust them until they've earned it.

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

Now looking back...

I find that I am stunned in my life by my Palindrome Years.
I had great times and learned a lot. I found that I was a geeky kid in 1991 and a geeky adult in 2002. There is that French cliche but it would be Geek to me...

Jeekers Jack! To coin a phrase. To contribute something to the great globe. Tsk.

What do I care what you are doing right now as long as you're doing well and are happy. I mean that. Slumming again in tee-shirt factory dreams. Can I get a tabledance or is this not that kinda bar? The cover, I thought seemed to be the same...

Like in that episode of Diffren't Strokes...you know, the very special episode? No...I meant the one with the canned laugh track and bad writing. Bad writing is everywhere. The next time you see a sign you don't like...look to see if it has contact information on it. The only difference between graffiti and propaganda is a sponsoring organization. Tilting windmills of scandalous semantics and getting in trouble...again.

I received my one act of human kindness today. It's all well and good when you donate them selflessly...but to recognize it when it happens to you is certainly not a bad thing to do.

When in doubt...clean your room. If still in doubt...move on to the dishes. Counter empty spaces with constructive moments. Nothing bad ever came from cleaning your room. Unless you're talking about that one time a monster under my bed scared the shit out of me when I was a kid. It turns out after years of self-help tapes that it was in fact a giant dust bunny and it triggered an asthma attack and my child's mind creatively remembered it as such. For most folk, nothing bad ever comes from cleaning their rooms. Next...I'll tell you about my "Asthma Spot"...

But first a word from out sponsors:
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But to close out the doubt...if you're remaining in doubt...make a grilled cheese sammich with tomato soup. And don't forget the can of milk.

* ^ ) I'm keeping an eye out for you. Nobody said that,