Friday, November 21, 2008

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Oh what the hell do they know anyway!!

"I like to behave in an extremely normal, wholesome manner for the most part in my daily life. Even if mentally I'm consumed with sick visions of violence, terror, sex and death." -- Courtney Love

"The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot." --Anne Sexton

"We're not going to be able to keep anything from this submission, we're sorry to say. Thank you, though, for letting us have a chance with your work." --The Editors, POETRY

Just kidding with the title of this post of course. Perhaps I should submit my very amatuer work to the PINNACLE of the profession and expect much more than a polite decline. Just slappin it up there seeing what would happen you know lol

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Keith Olberman breaks it on down.

I really like ole Keith and his commentaries.

Thursday, November 06, 2008


Best YouTube video ever:

Monday, November 03, 2008


Kind of mirroring what is happening in the world, my life is in a wierd period of flux and uncertainty right now. I close on purchasing a house on November 10. I increasingly find myself not really knowing what I'm doing at work and neglecting it.

Yet I feel good about things. I feel like there must be something out there, some perfect niche for me where I am supposed to be making my living. It is not the Church. I have liked working there, more or less, but sometimes I really can't believe that it has been nearly ten years. I've got to go places I would have never been, and do things I would have never done without this job. But it's time to activate Operation Back Up Plan. There are major changes happening in the Church and in my organization in particular, and I don't like 'em one bit. Attitudes are like the seasons and in the end it's all politics and scandal up in that piece.

I feel good about things. I feel good about meeting a single guy that is into me and accepts me for my flaws. I feel good about the black president that is going to be elected tomorrow, if all goes well. I feel good about my house and my future choices. I'm going to turn over a new leaf and it will take me a while to tear right through it.

I am just under such a huge amount of pressure. Pressure to get the job done. Pressure to do the right thing. I don't even know what the right thing is half the time. That sounds totally psychopathic, but seriously. I know, I know, cry you a river.

Anyhoo, as some special little person once wrote, "It's time to rise and shine again."