This city has an incredible number of homeless and insane people for it's size. I've never quite figured it out, since there really aren't any great programs here that would account for their population. What is interesting is that some develop a certain status, you know, they are the ones everyone knows, everyone has seen shuffling down the street mumbling to themselves, some have had odd run-ins with..

I can never figure out if they are homeless because they are mentally ill, or if they are mentally ill because they are homeless. I suppose it could be a mix of both.

There is one in particular that I see constantly. He is always "collecting money to get the bus home". You'd think after three years he'd have accumulated enough money for a lousy bus ticket. I'm guessing he's taking that ride in his mind nightly, after copious amounts of liquor.

My boyfriend started talking about the life expectancy of CD's, something about how they deteriorate in 50 yrs, and all I could think was "damn, those CD's will probably outlive me." Then he mentioned that the cheaper ones rot out in about 10 and I felt a little better.

Guess I'll finish watching Fahrenheit 911. So far, to be honest, I've found it a bit boring. I usually like Michael's films, and I liked the T.V. show he had, but this is a bit slow paced. I'm hoping it gets a bit more engrossing. I really can't see what all the fuss is about. Since the film seems to send people into foaming at the mouth fits with it's apparent twisting of the truth, I'm waiting to see some part that leaps off the screen and says "Hey, this is a big fat lie!" but it hasn't happened yet. I am a little embarrassed for Bush though. Mostly, he looks lost.

Been working on a few new digital art pieces. I think I'm also going to start a new multimedia piece. I hope my desire to do so indicates I am entering a creative phase. It could just mean I'm bored though.

Worked on a couple of new mixes today, have one that is working out really well if I do say so myself. Have about 30 minutes of what will be about 80 minutes of continuous music when I'm done with it.

The boyfriend has been working a lot lately, poor thing, but on the plus side, it's keeping me from getting too distracted from the things I need to get done.

Ever checked out the Yahoo message boards? What a hoot. It's like the smallest minds in the world all get together and proceed to purge their frustrations on one another. It's amazing how little wit exists in the world, but what is even more amazing is how many people think they have it.

O.K. let's see. I've nearly finished my massive round of house cleaning. If I haven't mentioned it before, I absolutely despise housework, so this is a big accomplishment for me.

My mother invited me to the cottage this weekend with everyone. If you've read my previous post about the cottage you'll understand why I declined.

I'm pretty open minded. My basic philosophy is whatever floats your boat. I might however, feel the need to chuckle if you happen to be into THIS. I just don't think it's something I want to see in the bedroom, and really, it kind of screams "You smell bad, therefore I must protect myself". Don't get me wrong, the right outfit can do wonders. I just don't think this is it.

Back in the early 90's my friends and I used to go to this club called the Lizard Lounge. They would have fetish nights on the last Thursday of each month, and naturally out of curiosity, we decided to attend. It really did not take long to meet a wide array of truly odd people. There was the rather obese gent who wore nothing but speedos and chainmail, the young man with a french maid outfit and a spanking fetish, and a fellow who came to be known as the ashtray. Such fun! I'll tell you some stories another time.

My friend Glenn just got back from Korea recently for the summer. He brought me some interesting items. I'll scan a few and show you tomorrow.

I don't think I'm going to get to sleep very easily tonight.

Jesus H. Christ, have you ever seen anything less sexy in your life? The Fitness Bumblebee. I need to have a drink.

Don't you just hate Sundays? I've hated Sundays for as long as I can remember. Even though I don't have to go to work tomorrow and therefore Sunday is just another day, it still makes me feel like I'm running out of time.

The only good thing I remember about Sundays is being at my Grandmother's and the smell of Roast Beef and Potatoes. However, I'm not about to cook up a roast to recreate it. It would be way too much for me to eat.

Last night I dreamt I cut my thumb off. Wonder what that means?

Oh, after reading the post below, if you are curious, here is an excerpt from the script for Blood Circus and a bit of info.

Blood Circus

The illustrious Santo Gold!

Does anyone else remember this ridiculous infomercial? Ridiculous, but oh so entertaining. I seem to remember it coming on after Saturday Night Live back in the eighties. I wish people would put this much effort into infomercials these days!

The basic premise was to sell a gold jewelry business opportunity and promote a "science-fiction space wrestling" movie.

So in the middle of the sales pitch, Santo Gold (which is also the name of the product by the way) performs this catchy ditty:

I got chains, I got charms
(Santo Gold Santo Gold)
I got bracelets for your arms
(Santo Gold Santo Gold)
Money back guarantee!
Five Year Warantee!
Santo Gold Santo Gold
(We know you're going to like it)
Santo Gold Santo Gold
(We know you're going to like it)
24 karat Santo Gold!

Oh I can't forget the psychotic angels that appear periodically and tell jokes like: "Why did the pregnant woman go into the pizza parlor?...They had free delivery."


I love it. Somebody either had ample drugs or a very overactive imagination.

OH, and don't forget, "When you're wearing Santo Gold, you're wearing the present and the future."

So awhile back I mentioned the fruit flies and the hairspray. Well, the fun has ended, because even though there is no more fruit in the house, the damn flies still are. Any suggestions on how to really get rid of them, now that the fun in shooting them down has expired?

Another digital manipulation Here

My hero for the day, Mr. Ron Popeil! Is there anything he can't do?

Hmm... in reading over the previous post, I realized I can't count.

Is it a requirement that the moment you get behind the wheel of a vehicle you lose all logic and awareness?

I went out to get a coffee and in that brief 15 min of time, at least 6 people managed to piss me off.

1. Mr. I'm in a hurry, so I won't pick one lane to drive in but will straddle two. I guess the theory is that this prevents anyone from getting in front of him and allows him to constantly have two options for speeding ahead. He lasted about 30 sec. in front of me that way before I blasted him and went around him. Funny thing too, he never got any further ahead then he was. I hope he was late for whatever was apparently so important.

2. Ms. We bought this SUV for status but I don't know how to drive it. She started braking for the next light immediately after passing through the previous one. She also needed two lanes to turn a corner. I hate to say it, being female myself, but women are NOT very confident drivers. I won't even get started on my feelings about SUV's other than to say I can guarantee 99% of them never see terrain rougher than interlocking brick driveways.

3. Granny blind as a bat with reflexes like a sloth. Enough said here. Sorry Gran, but there comes a time when you need to start using public transportation or get someone in the family to take you out. Do it for the better good of your fellow man. Let other people make it to 80 years old too would you?

O.K. I feel better now having got that out. I of course, am the perfect driver.

Yeah, so I think the audio posting thing is kind of gay (gay in the 1980's meaning of the word).

Gonna work on some more photographs. I wish someone would do something stupid or dirty so I had something to tell you about. Life is getting slow and my brain is getting slower. I seem to be getting lazier with each passing moment. I'm not motivated and I'm eating too much junk food. Smoking too much too. I'd chalk it up to not working in that hell hole office anymore, but I don't miss that at all. Guess I'm just not feeling very inspired.

On the personal front, things are good. The guy and I are doing o.k. We'll see what happens. Both of us are pretty independent. I like to think that is a good thing, some people might disagree.

Basically, people annoy me. Did you ever notice that the loudest people have the least to say?

Is anyone else having problems with Blogger? It keeps displaying uber crap fonts and won't display images at all. Has been going on for the last 2 days. Annoying.

Thought I'd pass along the following helpful information. You know, in case you have some family thing planned for some weekend and haven't worked out the entertainment yet.

If you are interested in booking Rick James, please send a detailed email to booking@RickJames.com with the following info:

• Your Complete Contact Information

• Dates Desired

• Location

My word of the day = Ass Hat

Found a link to the Psychotic Chick Tract called Doom Town here: http://www.chick.com/reading/tracts/0273/0273_01.asp

I especially like where Lot offers up his virgin daughters to the "Sodomites" so they won't touch men.

Sickening, yet humorous in it's ignorance.

I'm not in a very cheery mood today, so I don't think I'll be posting much. Normally, being in a crap mood makes me want to post, so maybe I'll change my mind later.

Some freak is posting what appears to be religious comments in my comments area. Give me a break dude!

I can't stand organized religion and zealots are good for nothing except amusing me with their backwards views of the world.

Hey, if you have any of those rocking Chick tracts you can send me though, that would be great! These "comics" are so Uber offensively Fundamentalist that they are actually a pretty good comedic read! They slam EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE!!! It's equal opportunity religious based hatred and judgement! What could be more fun? Seriously, if you :

are Gay
are Catholic
are Jewish
are Muslim
are a Biker
have Sex
celebrate Halloween
party

or any of a multitude of other "sins", good old Jack Chick has a comic tract designed especially to make you feel like shit. Too bad they are so funny they actually make you feel GOOD and primed for a night of sinning.

Check out 2 good ones here:

That Crazy Guy

The Trick

The first one warns against premarital sex. It's over the top anti-sex fun!
The second condemns Halloween and makes real all those fun stories of poison candy we all know but never really see happening!

You can check out lots more of these fucked up comics at www.chick.com
The site seems to be down a lot though. Damn that Satan!!

What's going on with this service? I just noticed that the post I
made earlier is dated yesterday night. How bizarre. This
post is simply a test... I'm not gonna bother posting today if
everything is all screwed up.

Saturday morning. Think I'm just gonna clean my place.

I caved and am signing up with an employment agency. Yes, this means office work, that thing I swore I would never do again.

Seriously, I'd be happy shoveling horse shit up at the track. In my mind, it would all be very exciting, with Irish jockeys spitting tobacco and illegal gambling in the stables.

I expect the reality is I would just smell like horse turd every day.

Had a Freaks and Geeks viewing marathon last night with the guy. This show is hilarious, so naturally, was cancelled after less than one season. It has to be the most realistic depiction of high school life I've ever seen on t.v., and it takes place in the early eighties so I can completely relate. We have the collection on DVD, so I imagine we will watch a few more episodes tonight.

I wanted to tell you about some things that happened last night that were funny, but now that I am sober, they don't seem so funny anymore.

I think it should be a prerequisite that you be drunk or stoned to read this, that would take the pressure off of me to write something really worth reading.

I seem to have a boyfriend. This would not be significant except for the fact that a year ago I broke up with my boyfriend of 5 years, and made a conscious decision to try to be alone for a good long time. But I've been thinking that being bitter towards new possibilities only hurts me.

This is our second go at it, so really, it's not like I'm announcing I have a new boyfriend exactly. I guess it's just that we have had the discussion about labelling the relationship. It's cool though, we've eliminated the crappy things that made us not work out the last time.

Jesus, what a mindless post. But honestly, this blog is for me more than anyone, so it really doesn't matter if it makes sense to anyone else I guess.

I have a fruit fly problem. The reason is, I keep thinking that somehow buying fruit is the first step to good health. I forget about the part where I actually eat it.

It's fun to shoot them down with hairspray as they fly by though.

Just wanted to prove that sometimes I get up really early for no good reason whatsoever.

It occurred to me that every significant thing we celebrate in our lives revolves around sex.

1. A Birthday = "Yay, your parents had sex X number of years ago!"
2. A Baby Shower = "Yay, you had sex!"
3. A Wedding = "Yay, now you can have sex in the eyes of god!"
4. An Anniversary = "Yay, you're still having sex! (We think)"
5. Your Funeral = "Aw... no more sex!"

O.K. I guess number 5 kind of sucks.

Grave of the Fireflies is the saddest movie I've ever seen. I'm only sharing that because generally, I don't cry at movies. Ever. This movie happens to be animated too, which makes it even stranger I think.

I wonder if lonely women ever call up the Mormons and ask them to send someone over? I can see this happening, since the Mormons always seem to travel in pairs, and those are pairs of young and usually not bad looking men.

I bet those Mormon boys find themselves in some pretty interesting situations, possibly even some that cause them to question their dedication to their religion.

I think I'll send my friend a couple of Mormon boys as a birthday gift.

We went up to Crook's Hollow today, to look at the ruins of the mill there. I put a few photos of the place in my photo section. While there, we realized it was big garbage day, and right across the street were 2 cash registers and 2 scales. We packed them up into the car, took them home and they work! How exciting!

I don't need a cash register or a scale though. I just always get excited when I find something/get something for free, whether it's useful to me or not.

Oh one more thing related to the story below. If you start referring to each other as mummy and daddy to the DOG, you need some help. Seriously.

Well, let's just say I'm not a people person. At least, not when it comes to spending 4 days with 13 family members.

O.k. so I'm at the cottage with 13 other people varying in age from 1 to 60. Everyone who has a dog also brought said animal, meaning 4. Now my family is kind of weird with their dogs. Actually, it's not even weird, it's mental. For example:

Me: "Let's go to the beach"
Them: "We can't, the dogs don't like to be left alone..."

What the fuck? You run your lives by your spoiled freaking dogs? Unbelievable. And these damn dogs are SPOILED. I love animals but I want to kick these dogs, that's how annoying their respective owners have allowed them to become.

It gets even better. I had to sleep out in the living room, and every morning by 7:30 am one or the other of the psycho dog owners would be up looking for their damn dog at the top of their lungs. Every conversation all day long went something like this:

"We were thinking of buying a Sea-Doo, where's Maddie? MADDIE! MADDIE BUBBA! MADDIE WHERE ARE YOU?"

Yeah, Maddie is one of the dogs. Generally when this psychotic dog hunting would start, the offending beast would be sitting right under their chair. Now multiply this squawking by, oh, I don't know, 500, insert the names Billie, Kayla or Winnie randomly and you have pretty much every conversation these people had.

My family is crazed and I don't know how any of us make it past 50 without a massive coronary. EVERYTHING IS A CATASTROPHE OF HERCULEAN PROPORTIONS DESERVING OF MASSIVE RANTING AND RAVING.

See? Even I have the problem, or I wouldn't even bother sharing this pathetic story with you.

All I know, is the next time I'm invited to the cottage and the whole gang is going, I'm going to have plans.