NOT MYSPACE.. ANY LONGER..

Well, my Myspace page appears to be inacessible.
I emailed their "techs" repeatedly and got only standard faq bullshit that
doesn't even apply, and a slew of automated, useless responses.
If anyone is trying to contact me there and got no replies, that's why!
Just as well.. I wasn't updating it regularly and I haven't gone there much lately.
I guess I'll just blog here when I have thoughts or lack thereof.
Feels much more "off the grid" anyhow, I reckon.
Because I don't like to make blogs without pics, here is some dragonfruit I chewed up and spit in the sink. That is the actual color, honest to god.
Reminds me of a 90's pop-grunge cd cover.

MORE TALES OF BALLOONSKIN MADMEN!!!!!

It just dawned on me how much flesh and rubber are alike.
The best part about Christmas... like any great and needless
tragedy, is when it's over.
Jesus, click on the pic to see those veins. I think I'm losing my MIIIIIIIND!!!!!

The Definition of God

Is a mind that does not sleep.

DON'T!

DON'T eat Mussamun curry and pad thai over a glass tabletop in the dark while stoned and while incense smoke is slowly, languidly wafting over the glass table top...
Just DON'T fucking do it.

FUCK! I WANT A ROBOQUAD!

Not bad for 89 bucks. My cats will love this thing hehe.
Too bad it doesnt have a bluetooth camera built in tho.


the dragonfly entomopter is pretty fucking sweet too. Definitely want one of those, and theyre cheap.

FUCK YOU.

On the drive home from my shitty job, near my home, i was behind a fat, chevy SUV.
There was a bumper sticker on the back that said "GET OFF THE CELL PHONE AND CONCENTRATE ON BEING A SHITTY DRIVER."
I chortled... something i haven't done concerning a bumper sticker since "I SODOMIZED YOUR HONOR ROLL STUDENT." back in 94 or so.
Anyhow, as i drive past this person who made me chortle, the person who dropped this amusing nugget in my path, I glance in the driver's side window.
It's some dumb, kid-shitting, mouth breather, typical beast of a NW mom, ON A CELL PHONE.
I wish i could take my chortle back and reconstitute it into phlegm, so I could hawk it right on the bumper sticker, or better yet, in her face, causing her to yelp in disgust.
This is me after I get off work. Enjoy!

ST. ROSE, OREGON...

Question... how many "Postmen" went to see "THE POSTMAN"?
I'm thinking quite a few.
I watched it again last night because i liked it when i saw it ages ago, and I'm an unashamed "WATERWORLD" fan.
Hell, you can't go wrong with a movie that includes a huge vat of enzymes and putrid green sludge that people are "recycled" in when they croak it.
My love affair with sci-fi is pretty tolerant I guess. I'll watch 99% of sci-fi movies.
Anyhow, yeah, The Postman is fucking horrid.
See the scene where he gets a running start on a horse, charges past a small child and snatches a letter out of his hand.
In what scenario would that be a good idea? I mean I don't give a shit about the kid, but that's just unsafe.
You can't build a post-apocalyptic mailman-god figure by possibly running down a child holding a letter out.
Yeah, that's all i got.... back to work, I guess.
Love, Me.