God damn! I just tuned in to the Little League World Series, after watching my Diamondbacks lose to the Cubs. Japan is kickin' our ass! 4th Inning, 8 to zilch. That's the first few minutes of a basketball game. C'mon Fla. You beat Az, lets get back in and and have good showing. If possible, take something back. Ouch.
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There is an ant, a small black pismire of the small, medium variety, crawling around my computer. He crawled in the vent, I presume, to become lost until he expires. He may not be alone. I had left my computer on the counter so that I could listen to iTunes while I did the dishes. He must have been a scout because I didn't see a battalion of ( Read more... )

No...not on the fragile streets of America where I can kill you or your loved ones with my turbo charged hunk of metal. When asked what I want to be when I grow up, I say a philanthropist. This insinuates wealth to the point that I could build homeless shelters, give money to muscular dystrophy and buy medication for children with AIDS. So rich ( Read more... )

What is that? She asked, running her finger tip along my neck. A hanging scar, I replied. Owing nothing to thoughts of self termination, only survival of execution. Leathery wisps of different colors and lines on my skin, all scars. All scars tell a tale from profound and adventurous to pathetic and clumsy. Funny how they can fade.
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To see me right now, one might think I just had sex with a woman who has long nails on her hands and tore at my back like a scratching post. Alas. I slept alone, awakened by an itchy back, I first preyed upon it with my own finger nails, followed by obsessive, pious self flagellation with a bamboo back scratcher. Oddly enough, even if I draw ( Read more... )

639 people think it's funny to say they are in Antarctica.

I'm on a T3. I'm getting some crazy bandwidth. I'm really sick with pressing post comment six, seven, ten times (I'm a stubborn bastard that way) and getting page cannot be found or whatever.
I am gonna be pissssssssssssssssssed! If the comment finally goes through and I find six, seven or ten of the same one. I try not to write about ( Read more... )

Damn dyslexia...I meant to say, "Smoked like a salmon."
     More local music. More booze. More conversation. More drunkenness. There was something I needed to write down so that I didn't forget. Shyte. Well, the band I saw is playing again next Sunday. The girl I am supposed to call about a massage is single and is bad about returning calls ( Read more... )

He's actually a good painter. Who knew?

Ahhhhhhhh.....
Had the whole day to myself, well, most of the day. The programmer was gone, the engineer was gone most of the day, and I got to listen to music while I solved people's problems.
Home. I'm nothing like a vegetarian. I got a steak and some wine. It was also Dead Day. Yes, that's right. The University of Arizona has but a single ( Read more... )