So I saw a picture in Time of Bush attending the funeral of a Navy Seal who sacrificed himself by falling on a grenade to save the lives of two fellow soldiers. Purely an example of something that transcends (or strips away) any notion of us vs. them, political agendas, religious doctrine, what have you. An act like that was done out of pure ( Read more... )

Sitting here in the lobby of the hotel, a man came up and jokingly stated I should get back to work and stop looking at all them nudie pictures. We laughed, and as I secretly minimized any indication that his statement was true (I was on myspace, I swear), he told me about the first laptop he ever bought. He was definitely the trucker type, but ( Read more... )

That about sums it up. A lot of things could go wrong here, on my last working day in the Alabama/Mississippi region. I just want it over with, though I won't say I don't care what happens so long as it's over.

"It's saying you don't care when you want something what gets you jiggered." The ears of little gremlin-like engineers of minor ( Read more... )

I think I could live here ( Read more... )

I've learned a few things about being down here in Alabama ( Read more... )

When your iPod, while on shuffle, manages to randomly select four Led Zeppelin songs in a row, it's telling you that you'll get through the night, dammit.

You hear me baby? Hold together.

(Work sucks tonight)

So this past week in Kill Devil Hills has been most illuminating ( Read more... )

Well, to update, I wound up not going to San Diego on the 19th as previously posted. I did however wind up going to North Carolina for two weeks. Starting today. A little resort town called Kill Devil Hills, which is actually existing on a little peninsula on the ocean. Seriously, you can practically see water on both sides, it is so thin ( Read more... )

...that if you sing "Creep" by Radiohead, some dude will make you do "Bodies" by Drowning Pool with him, which may then prompt this girl over here to make you do "Picture" by Kid Rock & Sheryl Crow with her.

This, my sister tells me, is how I am a karaoke whore.

To which I say, "You know what?"

"What?"

"Fuck you."

Chico is going well, although today I may have blown my head off if'n it weren't for the previous night's activities ( Read more... )