because a Reverend can't be wrong.
Suppa-fly-list-o-things-to-do-on-my-personal-day:
- Get boxes from storage closet of jaclyn‘s old apartment
- Fill out Change of address form for jaclyn
- Balance both checkbooks
- Pay all bills that I have enough money to pay
- Go grocery shopping
- Get entertainment center
- Order Improv tickets
- Find that fucking receipt
- Get 401k loan
- Do laundry
- Clean kitchen
- Clean closet
Monsieur Farris Goldstein (farrisgoldstein>) of Los Hombres Rock (
Speaking straight to the heart of all pet lovers, this short number on the woes of forcing your pet to switch brands of food features the stellar rapping abilities of Farris Jiggity Goldstein and the superb skillz of DJ Meow Mix. Gather the family around the computer for this public service announcement made music.
This political statement regarding illegal immigrants and the negative effects they have on our society tells the story of a group of fatally ill teenagers known as los azules àngeles, or Blue Angels. Hopped up on heroin and crack, they thought they could fly. One cold day in February, they piled themselves onto a greyhound bus and headed to Indiana to dive off the Bank One Centre building in Indianapolis, the tallest building in that state. On their way down, they crashed into the scaffolding, recently constructed by the building’s window washers, head first.With superb vocals and dead-on harmony, this tune is the perfect music for a lazy Sunday afternoon.
All jokes aside, I would be happy if I had even a QUARTER of this man’s musical talent. Thanks, Farris, for providing us a little more of some of the things that make life worth living.
I spent a few hours Saturday afternoon at North Hills hospital as a bystander to the miracle of birth. Congratulations to Zoe Gabrielle Mosengsn0w_cr4sh> and Morgan. Little Zoe Gabrielle Moseng was born July 28th, 2001 at 4:38pm.
I will make certain Uncle Daniel is the first to relay a nursery rhyme in Perl to her; Ya gotta start her out right.
I have seen many babies at many hospitals in my few years on this earth, but never have I seen two parents so happy to bring her into this world.
Somehow, though it didn’t surprise me at all, Brad managed to squeeze in conversation regarding Blue Hair, and Government experiments moments after the birth of Zoe; and he caught the conversation on video, so there is no denying it.
In more ways than I can count I envy the two of them and their precious little gift.
Does everyone want to pool together and buy her a laptop for her first birthday? We’ll put Linux on it. No need to start her out thinking that this world is a closed off piece of proprietary crap, which some other OSs might give the impression of.
I saw a quotation today (with no attribution) that reminded me of a conversation I had a few days ago:
Live your life so you don’t have to hide your diary.
I try to live my life like I am going to die today. I try to not to leave things unsaid. I try not to waste my time with things that don’t mean anything in the long run, or things that are just not worth the effort. I am up front and honest whenever possible, and I tell people exactly what I think of them (except with family, and co-workers… because I cannot choose either of them).
When I die I don’t want people to say “Oh my god! Look at all this stuff we found out about Daniel,” so, I keep things open and honest from the beginning. That way no one can say they didn’t know or that I was keeping secrets or that I was two-faced.
I’m not perfect, and I never will be. Sometimes I break my own rules. Sometimes I don’t follow my own advice.
But I try.
Harder everyday.
Going bowling tonight with peener>,
Mike reserved us two lanes, as he usually does. I called to tell them that we would be bringing twelve people and that we would like a third lane. They told me that for twelve people two lanes is enough. Stupid Bitch.
So Sean is calling them to tell them we now have thirteen people. Ha! If we all came in groups of four, we would have three separate lanes, but because we are together, they try to dick us because it is bowl all you can for two hours for eight dollars.
Since I have yet to set up my entertainment center in the living room since sn0w_cr4sh moved out, I decided to put my TV and the DTV receiver in my room last night.
I went to sleep to the lovely sounds of whatever the hell the “Atmospheres” Digital Music Channel was playing. A little while after I feel asleep the TV turned itself off.
Then, this morning, several minutes after my alarm clock went off at 5:45am, the music started again.
When I got out of bed, my coffee was already made and waiting for me in the kitchen.
I guess it is the simple things in life that make bad days into good days, and good days into spectacular ones.
I had another dream last night. I only remember bits and pieces of it.
I was in a big house with another individual. I knew him, but I cannot recall how I knew him, or what he looked like. I kept looking outside one of the upstairs windows. The house was surrounded by police officers. One of the cops had a police truck, and in the passenger seat of that truck was an older man I used to work with.
After a while, the guy I worked with stepped out of the truck. He was handcuffed in front, not in back, and was wearing nothing but his boxer shorts.
More cops continued to come. I think it was the guy I was with that was wanted by the police, and not me. I remember we kept discussing ways for him to get out.
After sometime we heard a big loud bang at the front door. I slowly crept to the top of the stairs to look down at the front door and see what happened.
The front door had been bashed open. The living room was covered in snow, and there were people everywhere dressed like they were going to a nice party.
I went down stairs and walked up to each individual. I would analyze their dress, and their appearance, and then would tell each of them if they could stay or if they had to leave, like a bouncer in front of an elite club in New York City.
After I had gone through everyone in the house, I stood by the door to wait for more people. As they would come in, I would analyze them and then either invite them in, or ask them to leave.
Then, another person came in. He looked like one of my employees from work (a short chubby Indian guy), only in my dream I didn’t know him. He wasn’t even slightly dressed appropriately, and had a piece of paper in his hands. I figured he needed directions.
He handed me the sheet of paper and I read it. It said:
I am responsible for the “happy man” post in support.
Earlier that day, someone has posted something in an Internet forum that just said “happy man” under my username. This was considered a HIGH security breech and we had been working nonstop to figure out who did it. As soon as I looked up from the page, he ran out the door. It took me a second before I ran out after him.
Down the street we ran. Apparently, a lot of people were coming to the “party” because the street was covered in people that all seemed to be walking toward the house. I lost him in the crowd. I continued to run though, thinking I would see him eventually.
As the people thinned out it became easier to search. I saw two asian girls walking with a black guy, heading towards the party. Even though I know now that the black guy could not have been the one to hand me the sheet of paper because he wasn’t Indian, nor did he look anything like my employee…. for some reason I was sure it was him.
I came running up behind him and shoved him in the back. I accused him. He accused me of being crazy. I remember being very afraid that he would pull a gun on me, because I was unarmed. We continued to push and shove and I continued to accuse him….
Then I woke up.
I’m not sure what is causing all of these dreams lately… but I am loving every second of it.
I had a dream this morning, in between repeatedly startling awake to look at the alarm clock and make sure I wasn’t late. I’m late anyway, but oh well.
It was just before sundown at that time of day when the sun is so low that you can barely feel its heat, and yet still high enough that it is not difficult to see. charley and I were standing in a meadowy forest. There were enough trees that we couldn’t see too far ahead of us, but not enough to make running a difficult task.
We were both armed with giant nets, and were running through the trees laughing and joking with one another. Whenever we saw a butterfly in the air, we would swing our great nets into the air and catch it. We must do this all time, as we were pretty accurate.
After catching the butterfly we would place the nets on the ground with the open side down, so the butterflies could not escape and then continue frolicking further into the forest, catching more butterflies along the way.
Though I never saw it happen, it was known that another group of people would walk through the forest and take all the butterflies out of the nets. They would bring the nets and the butterflies back with them. It was not entirely clear, but I believe butterfly catching and harvesting was our employment.
On this particular day, we had been running and laughing and talking so much we weren’t really paying attention to where we were going. Charlene was walking a good distance in front of me when, suddenly, she was caught in something. I threw down my net and ran to her assistance.
It didn’t take long to untangle her, and afterwards we were both starring at what had held her, and trying to figure out what it was.
It seemed to be a net of sorts. The holes in it were just close enough that a human couldn’t fit through them. It went in both directions in the forest for as far as we could see, and continued further into the sky then eyes were capable of focusing on.
It took a few minutes of silence for us to discover what it was we were looking at. Just as we had been capturing butterflies… something had captured us.