damn, damn, damn

I guess going to see War of the Worlds right after watching the damn PETA animal skinning torture video wasn't so hot of an idea...I'm going to go sit and cry about how fucked up everything is....
today is just to heavy for me. maybe tomorrow will be easier to carry.

Damn evil video...

WARNING!!! Do not watch the linked video if you have a weak constitution for torture. There are live animals being hurt in the video. ILONA- You are not allowed to watch it. Trust me, I love you to much and you can't handle this thing.
As part of my blogging gig I am supposed to watch this PETA2 video and say what I think of it.
I think it's fucked up and it will haunt me whenever I see animal skin for sale. I'm not sure if it was worth the money. If you want to get outraged watch it. To all my mpls people out there, notice the address of the guy who runs Wet Seal lives in the 612. I think it's messed up that PETA2 put that guys home address and phone number on this site, and even more messed up that they drug his wife into it....But then again the video makes me want to paint bomb his face. With poop.

I need to go see a movie and escape from reality.

cube wins

The line of the day is :
"I tryed to study the white man, but got my hands bloodied." -Ice Cube
That line just works on so many levels.

workin' 7 to 6 what a way to pay some rent yeah...

I had a mouth breather moment with Keegs when he was here. I miss that kind of creative poof. Peet posted! He's one of the niftyist writers out there today. I can't wait until I can just read books by him....hint, hint Peter HQ.
I don't know what this is but it's called "Bextra lawsuit", and I'm sposed to link to it. I think it's something about a pain killer giving people heart attacks, and the lawsuit that ensued. I'm also sposed (I luv using that word) to link to some Marketing Genius.
Anyway these here links pay me about enough to pay off my student loans...If they keep coming that is. Now kids, the time is 6:11am and the sky is overcast. I'm gonna peddal my ass up yonder mountain and listen to some Icey gansta rap from the past.

soulful cat on this end

I work with a lot of "white folk". A couple asian cats that speak heavly accented english and two spanish speaking people. I listen to music and often it is some pretty soulful sounds. These soulfull sounds often make my head move and my body tends to follow in the dance. This is funny to me because no one else there seems to do this. Even though I have begun to sell space on my blog to help make ends meet. And even though I burn at the touch of the sun like a damn vampire, I feel like I still got the soul I was raised with. I still play like a little kid, and still dance when I hear a beat with flavor.
I wish I could find a way to streeeech time so that I could work on music and art...or would that make everything sound like slow motion and all of my paintings blurry?

Stackin' Chips

Here I am talking about Funeral Flowers and car insurance... Funny huh?
Ilona figured out that if we save three hundred dollars a month we can retire when were sixty. I'm not sure if that will work. I like gadgets and toys.

early birds catch sleepyness

Today is the day that Keegs and Carly leave for the crappy mid-west. It all just makes me realize that I know so many people that would enjoy it out here. I regret there not having been enough time to explore the city more with special K and fancy C. However, I did get to take them to the Bagdad...I do dig that place a lot. Perhaps after fancy C gradumakates she and special K will decide the want to be closer to neat stuff like the ocean, mountains, other cities, hot springs, interesting folks from all over, powell books, Laurelhurst park, a place where people let their dogs walk without a leash and the dogs behave, TC lab, not negative 40 degree temps, sunshine and rain, and the mostest friendly damn bunch of people I've met. When I moved here neighbors would just approach us on the street to ask us how we were, or how we liked the place, or "Hi, I'm so and so". Just plain friendly.
On another note, I saw an ad on craigslist that asked for bloggers. It said they would pay up to $10 per day, $5 per mention of whatever their clients products are in a blog. In other words, If you begin to see product placement on here, don't worry I'm just saving for a rainy day. $10 saved is $10 earned. aka $300 extra income a month.

This message is for peet.
PEET WRITE ON YOUR BLOG 3 TIMES A DAY YOU FRIGGIN TROLL! I NEED IT! I DON'T THINK I'M THE ONLY ONE. I mean fer real John Fruscante (however you spell it) said he would write you a sweet song if you posted. I know how you feel about that dude.

we went to a waterfall

We traversed through the wilds of the world to come upon a... holy damn thats a big waterfall! I took six pictures of it to fit it in, then I put the photos together for your viewing pleasure. We packed a picnic lunch but ended up coming all the way home before we ate it. It's been a rainy day here in the p-town area.
I wanna go to the nickel arcade where one may indulge in old scholl video game luv for only a fifth of a quarter per shot. They wernt even that cheap when they first came about. Keegs fell out and is snoozing upstairs and Carlysness is out fer a walk. Ilona is reading some finance book, and ringobird is quiet...ahhh. Maybe in a bit we may attend the fun place. I hope they have Dig-Dug.

Blue outside

I got up at 5:30 am to come to work today...I so feel you Shiela. I rode to work in the rain. It was kind of nice everything was still blue because it was so early yet it all had a ting of grey due to the rain.
Yesta'day we went to the zoo. Like all zoo experiences I've had, it filled me with a little awe and a bit of sadness. Today we are going to the columbia gorge. I have yet to see this place but I hear tell that it's nifty.
I think they're done reseting the network drive I'm working on here at the big ol' j-o-b so I gotta get back to my quality control work now.

My Vabrato (V-ah-br-A-toe) is very irregular

I just got up...This is the latest I've woken up in three weeks. The sad part is it's only like 9:30.
Keegan and Carly are here!!!! YEAAAAAH! Were going on massive field trips this weekend. Today were going downtown to saturday market (yes I know it's sunday...It's just a name.) and Powell Books the coolest figgin store fer books ever. We probably will end up many other places but who wants to plan all that.
I destroyed so many spiders...HARD. I showed very little mercy, however, I tryed not to toy with them. If their death was emminant I attempted to bring it swiftly. I am a just spider death god. Not like that last guy.

After the bathroom.

The weekend is here. I'm living a bad song...I'm working for the weekends. Keegs and Carly are going to be here today. I haven't seen anyone from mpls except for Aimee and Charley since I got here. And they don't count the same since they moved out here more than a year ago. I am really starting to miss doing dumb shit with my friends. Like going to the corner store or going to see a movie. I guess thats par for the course...I just used a golf term, don't worry I still don't play golf. Although I have been giving some consideration to taking up Aikido again. There's a dojo not that far from here. I have to wait until Ilona gets a job first, were under a little to much finacial strain right now.
So today is the first day of cleaning the attic since I got it all set up. Today I am a spider death GOD. I will destroy many beds of webs. So many meat traps for these little eight legged vampires will feel my vacume hose. It's not that I dislike the spiders. I just don't want my friends to sleep were they are if Carley and Keegs deside they would like the attic to sleepes in insted of the living room/office. Besides it's not that bad I only saw two webs and most of the spiders up here in the attic are daddy long legses. They don't even bite (small mouths/ biters)...shhh, I think they're sensitive about it, and I know they have mind control over the smaller spiders that do bite. WHAT AM I SAYING??? I AM THE SPIDER DEATH GOD! I will bring the murder to these little dudes. Even IceCube or Ice-T would flee screaming like small wee tots at the visage I will envoke. I gotta go murder a couple poor innocent little dudes now. After the bathroom.

Playing Doctor

Well as you surly know my bike went thru a bit of a tramatic experience yesterday. So Ilona and I went to the bike parts place, a nice man repaired the sokes that were broken and I purchased the replacement parts for the rest of the operation. Then we took the patient home. I went into surgery at about 4:00 P.M. and let me tell you, that bike is a trooper. My trusty steed didn't even flinch as I removed and replaced parts. If someone removed my seat and put a new one on I would weep like a one year old. So the operations were successful and my bike handles great.

WTF

So last night I got a ride home from Ilona and left my bike locked up outside of work. When I came to work today my bike was laying on the ground as if the wind had blown it down. BUT... The friggn' hand grips were gone. WTF! Who steals the damn hand grips??? What kind of sick deprived mutherfukr would do some isht like that? I'm at a loss.

work in me

So I’m on the 40 hour a week plan. I have to admit that it takes some getting used to. I’m so used to being a cook that the idea of bringing food to work is hard to wrap my head around. However, if I don’t bring anything I know I will starve…so I’ve been surviving of off ham sandwiches. I also gave up the caffeine a while back, which is difficult because I do dig on some soda pops and they have a pop machine at work. I’m on my third week of being around it and have held my mud thus far so I think I will be aaight.

On the home front new spider discoveries keep appearing. The death toll is getting pretty high and I feel a little bad for being the bloodiest serial killer of arachni in these creatures short existence but at the same time these little bastards can be kind of intimidating. And at least one needs to die whenever I see it. It’s brown with a big butt and spins a funnel shaped web. Make no mistake these lil’ fukrs will hurt you.

I gotta go make me a samich fer werk now.

Drip drop

It rained here yesterday and after the rain we emerged from the Bagdad theater to a world of shiny streets and happy people. We mounted our bikes and begain to ride home. On our journy we saw the most beautiful site. The street was steaming, I think it's called thermoevaporation, and the trees were dripping so much water that it looked like it was raining...but only under the trees. To top it all off the evening sun was bright and shiny so every color looked like the crispest example of whatever color it was. In a city full of flowers that says a lot. I love Portland.
I saw the new Batman movie...WOW! Batman gets beat up in it and runs away...This movie is in competition with X-Men for my new favorite comic book movie. I wish I could have seen it with my crew though...Perhaps someday we will all hangout and talk shit about nothing again.
I'm gonna go with Ilonium to saturday market so she can look into a freelance gig about designing for socks or something.
P.S. I began working on the new ToneControls site this morning. More on that later.

couch city baby...

We have finally achieved the status of ready to own a home. We have been digging in the dirt of craigslist since we arrived here in this great city (Portland) and have unearthed a couch. The man wanted a small amount of duckettude for it so we dug in our imaginary couch cushions and scrounged up a few gold pieces to give to the man. We got a couch. We can now watch movies together and both be comfortable. Hell, we could even invite a couple guests to come around. Word on the street is that we are expecting a few weary travelers to swing on thru to our dwellings and kick it with us. It will be good times for all! Well, most anyway.

stuff...

Ilona and I are in Washington today helping out with a garage sale. It's one of those things where the entire neighborhood comes out to have a gaint garage sale mecca thing. I took a walk around and saw mucho crap. People sell the strangest things and expect way to much money for them. Like an IKEA table that retails for 170 sell ing on the street for 160. What the hell goes through these peoples minds? More on the twilight zone that is my life later, right now I have to deal with wandering masses.

Pearls Before Swine

The last day of work for the week is upon me. Due to the 40 hour work week constraint, you know the idea that if I got overtime my bosses left nipple would try to poke his eye out, I only have to work for like 3 hours today. After a whole week of doing this job I have realized how much better I am then the places I put myself. I have had a lot of time to think this last week and have come to the decision that after Ilona gets herself a design job I will seek out work that makes me feel more competent. I will probably pursue some freelance web design work. However, I really want to do something a little more hands on. I'm sure something will come along.
As for the rest of the world... I have noticed a large void in new posts for some of my homieses blog thingys. I wanna read some shit PEETA! KEEGNESS! DOM!Mike, Emily, and Marty write often enough and I appreciate it. I am a little d is c on n e ct e d .

1st day

I began my new job today where I looked at and renamed an average of 2000 images an hour. Sounds fun and exciting doesn't it? The latter half of my day, after the most trashy taco bell in history, was spent learning to scan and fix said images from my friend Aimee. Anyway, back to the taco bell! Anyone who knows me knows how I feel about the all to holy bell of the fake ass food. Thats right I dig on some tacos! This place was intense... This particular bell was placed neatly in a little convieniance store next to a trailer park. There was no seating and you had to pay at the stores counter after you ordered your food. wow... It was an experiance that I may never again repeat. That's saying alot.
Now I must let my eyes not look at the screen of sight stealing any longer.

The world will be different

http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/common/
story_page/0,5744,15374571%255E30417,00.html
I just read this news story about the concept of downloading your mind onto a computer. They theorize that by 2080 it should be a routine practice. I should be about 105 years old. I always said I'd live to be about 300 years old....Perhaps it will be even longer. I am a firm beliver that our mind is where that abstract concept of a soul exsists. If we download our mind into a computer with enough power to handle our processing then it stands to reason that the things that make us human may download as well. What happens when computers and us are so similar that we can't tell the difference?

Ahh, the times they are a changin'....

movie times

The movie Sahara is better the second time around. Especially when you get to see it in a theater with pizza and rootbeer.

Movies and Pizza

What could be better than movies and pizza? Movies and pizza together in the friggin theater when admitance is only three dollars! Yup, in about an hour I'm gonna ride my bike to the bagdad theater and eat pizza while I watch a movie all for less than a ticket would cost in another theater. Fuk Block E! I can't wait to take my friends to this place.
I got a couple more letters from people! Thank you for the drawings and pictures and random what-not-ery! Keegs, what kind of feather is that??? I luv friend luv.
I spoke with my dad a couple days ago and he told me that he's going to be playing drums on an album....a hip hop record with some cat from chicago. WTF???? I can't wait to get a copy of some gansta rap lp with my pops playing tables(traditional indian drums) in the background.

612 2 503

Once upon a time when I was older, and wore glasses, I owned a bicycle. It wasn’t a very expensive bike and therefore had only mediocre parts. The bike would give rides to and fro, and to and fro again. I was not the only person I knew who had a bicycle. Many people had bicycles that would give ride to and fro.

One day when riding my bike enjoying the world, which is what one should do when they ride a bike, I noticed something strange. The people who were in their cars did not seem to care that my fragile bike and my body were exposed to their hard and all too dangerous vehicles. It was as though they assumed if they bumped into me it would be the same as if they bumped into another car. They did not seem to realize that a small bump from their car would no doubt destroy my precious but cheap bicycle; it would most likely do serious damage to my body as well. I could die. So I determined that I would ride on the sidewalk, and then I would only have to deal with cars when I crossed the street. Once again I was riding my bicycle and enjoying the world.

I began to notice that my plan would not work when the nice but pushy angry police officer told me that I was not allowed to ride my bike on the sidewalk. I was only allowed to ride my bike on the street, perhaps in one of the bike lanes. Maybe the one his police car was parked in. I devised a new plan. I would ride on the sidewalk until I saw a police officer then I would either ride in the street or get of my bike and walk. Now you might imagine that riding a bicycle and enjoying the world is perhaps on of the greatest things ever. However, riding a bike always on the lookout for a police officer because you feel like you’re breaking some inane law… well it sucks.

Then one day I noticed more and more of the people I knew who also loved to ride bicycles and enjoy the world getting hurt, usually by cars who were not acting like they were supposed to. Like not looking before opening their doors or driving in the bike lane. The city did not seem to care. Many of the people I knew began to join protest groups and rally together. Once when some of them were riding their bicycles down the street together, some nice but pushy angry police officers thought it would be a good idea to hit them with sticks.

I moved out of that city. I bought a bike helmet. I still have my cheap bicycle with mediocre parts. I ride my bicycle and enjoy the world, which is what one should do when they ride a bike.

May a paycheck be in the future.

I am now employed. I can now go to work come home and paint, and have some sibilance of hope that the bills will be paid. People keep saying that this particular job can get to be boring...I myself don't really get bored so I am anxious to see how this job will effect me.
I began my animal amalgamation painting today. Much like the monster makers of old I will create a new life out of old parts. The lightening will strike down upon my brush and ignite my new army of bicycle animals. Tonight a girl giraffe bike was born. I can't wait for the bull.

Birds do it...

I just saw two tiny little birds humping outside of my bedroom window. I now get it....I know how it's done.
On another note....my frikin' printer wont work. My luv hate relationship with technology is coming out. I just wanna meander off onto some island where I can grow vegitables at the base of my tree house and use my leatherman to widdle tree branches into pointy little sticks to catch meat.
I will find the chicken that stood outside last night. She has a big head, twice the size of a normal chicken, with a brain half the size of a dumb chicken. She is a mouth breather which means with every drop that hits her grand skull her open beak acts as a mega phone to emit a lovely "plooopd" sound.
I will find this chicken and she will be my new drum....

I'ma' go put wheels on a red box with a power drill now.