Category: really old

I’ve been trying to figure out how to make a largeish group of people who don’t know
one another except for a semi-busy email list and some shared interests work together
to create something unique and interesting. I don’t know how to do that. And it’s
not happening. I talked with some other people about it today, and they see that it’s
not really happening. One of the two seems a little discouraged by that fact, but the
other seems almost motivated by it…

I’m not that easilly discouraged, but I do get frustrated. One thing I can say, though,
is no matter what else happens, I have met some interesting people, and that’s
all you can really hope for, I suppose. It’s more than some people can say.

That dog from yesterday was gone in the morning, but he was back again tonight.
He had a collar on, too. He does seem to belong to somebody. I wonder who.
I wish his leg didn’t hang on his body like that. It’s a bit disturbing.

He’s so jovial (as dogs often are) for not really having use of one of his limbs.
It’s weird. I think he might be some sort of sign from somewhere. I always have
to remind myself of the fact that nothing really matters if you’re not basically
happy overall. I don’t mean super-smiley, showing teeth all the time kind of happy…
just sort of an overall positive view on things. If the going isn’t getting better
and doesn’t seem like it’s going to anytime soon… then change direction.
You have that choice. That’s why we have brains.

I’m back from SF. When we pulled up to my house at about 4am, we were greeted by a dog
that I see around from time to time. He looked skinnier than he had before, and he
was limping, favoring one of his back legs. On closer inspection, it looked like
his left back leg is dislocated or something like that. He might have been hit by a
car or something. That’s sucky.

He’s not mine, and I don’t really have room for a dog right now. It’ll
probably cost quite a lot to get his leg fixed. He’s awfully playful and
nice.

Doldrums.

There’s not a lot better than spending a day in a fun city with a group of
people you like.

Or Nutter Butter cookies, either.

I’m not very inpsired at 11 am after staying up all night. Why did I stay up all
night you ask? Well, I was up all night making deals. Big deals. The kind of deals
that change the course of the world. People like you can only be jealous of the kinds
of deals that I was making. On account of them being so big, you know.

big, big, bug.

It’s late, and I’m tired. Whine whine. Whatever.

Go here: http://benicetobears.com/

It’s a fun filled romp through the forest of life. It makes me laugh out loud every
time I read something there. Honestly. And I’m sort of hard to please sometimes.
You won’t regret it. I promise.

While you’re at it… go here, too: artistica.org

I heard on the radio while I was shopping at my local supermarket the other day
that we’re coming upon the 1 year anniversary of Princess Diana’s death. 1 year?
Wow. It doesn’t seem like it… Maybe that’s because the frickin’ media won’t let us
forget about it. It’s a terrible thing whenever anybody dies, especially someone
who’s British Royalty and really should know better than to be out driving around
with a crazy hooligan. But alas, what has happened has happened, and we can just forget
about it. Right? Please?

man.

For god’s sake, let’s get past this stupid Bill Clinton incident. I’m at a loss about
what problem people are having with it. Yes, it’s sexual harassment. What’s the issue?
Are people shocked that it happens, shocked that the president does it, or shocked
that it’s on the news? Whatever the case may be… get over it. The world around us
is full of dumb male fuckers who can’t think of women as anything other than a pleasant
place to hang out in (so to speak). That’s not a frickin’ strange, unheard of thing.
It’s everywhere, all the time. In fact, it’s even a bit of an issue of respect between
men, especially professional men. If you don’t talk about girls with them, they’ll think
you’re weird (or maybe even, *gasp*, a fag or something). Who would vote for a president
that didn’t seem to like women? I would, but I’m one of those fuckers that doesn’t vote.

I’m so sick of the frickin’ politics all the time, and I’m even more sick of the people
who seem shocked all the time. Get a grip and read the National Enquirer or something.
That’s some really shocking stuff.

iDallas Daily Prayer:
As a proud member of the Global Cult of iDallas (G-COID), you are asked to recite a simple
prayer every day at some point. It’s good to connect it to a daily activity, like
getting up in the morning, or going to bed. Here it is. You might have to
keep a small piece of paper with it written on it for awhile until you can say it from
memory…

Oh, iDallas, the giver and the the bringer of happiness,
Please bless me by favoring me today and allowing me to do
whatever it is I want to do so I can be a better person and
share my good fortune with the people around me.

That’s easy, right? Also, every day, you should ask for something that you really want.
You won’t necessarilly get it, but it’s good to want things, right?

Good examples are…
Please let me get a job this week.
Please let my family stay healthy and my muscles grow hard.
Please take this wart off of my finger.
Please give me huge pectoral muscles.
Please make my son gay.
Please don’t let another republican into office ever again.
Please make sure the sun comes up in the morning.
Please don’t let me go bald.

You get the idea.

Believe it or not, nothing’s wrong with the world today. The minutes just keep ticking
by and I don’t have a care in the world. Check back with me tomorrow. Or check the
archive.