:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 3.31.2003 ::

Today was a learn-ed day - in that I learned O so many things:

I learned that when no one is here with me, I dont' seem to talk any less. Just less people talk back. I seem to hold just as many conversations at a semi-audible level as I used to hold with other people. I learned this because I catch myself holding conversations at work when it is just me sitting at my computer working or drawing. This is a little bizzare. I feel like this is the point where I should be going crazy, and yet I feel perfectly sane. But then there is the whole Catch-22 thing where I should feel sane, if for no other reason than that I am crazy. In the meantime, I will discuss this situation with myself.

I learned that hangers come is packages of 13. This is just wierd. Moreover, they cost $0.88. Why is this? Why don't they come in packages of 10? Maybe 15? Why don't they just make them 10 for a dollar? I would pay that. Gladly. Hell, all I needed was five, and I probably would have paid a dollar for that! A dollar is nothing, especially for anything bigger than my hand. Why 13? It isn't even a dozen - and not only is 13 not any sort of rounded number, its one of the only numbers with entirely bad connotation. I don't get this. Maybe they are trying to not sell hangars.

I learned that I really miss the college campus in warm weather. Why? you ask. Because warm weather is when the college boobies come out to play. It was warm here over the weekend and I happened to be out and there were thinly-veiled breasts everywhere. And it's not like I'm a dirty old man, as any college person can attest to - on campus there are literally hundreds of girls who would love to show off their amazingly shaped bodies between their chem-one and intro to humanities classes. And now that I'm stuck in an office all day, I feel deprived of this ritual show. I love the female figure, especially the part that makes them so wonderfully mammal. I just miss the Manhattan two(s).

"I miss the candy bars, Pizza Huts, and Seven-Elevens (you got it, you got it) Don't leave me stranded here, I could get used to this lifestyle..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:08 PM [+] ::
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What the fuck?!? The March 19th New York Times Crossword is a fucking cheat. As a theme for the puzzle was apparently "box." Not the word "box." Not some funny spelling of "box" like "bocks." No, a little picture of a box, like match___, like ___score. Fuck this. Next time they'll have me drawing a little flower...

Scheisters...
:: Freddy F. at 12:59 AM [+] ::
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Fuck you and yours for ruining my fucking bracket...
:: Freddy F. at 11:59 PM [+] ::
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I spent my entire day in meetings. Good: the day goes by quickly and no real work has to get done. Bad: the day flys by and no real work gets done. Verdict: Having to bring work home sucks.

This phrase makes no sense: "Ten fingers, ten toes, twnety reasons to die." It's from the preview to that new movie Bulletproof Monk, which looks a lot like every Jackie Chan movie ever made. I think some writer had the idea that it might sound tough, and people would leave it at that and not think about it, but in reality it doesn't even sound tough. It sounds fucking stupid. It is phrases like this, that come from movies like that, that make me not want to even bother to leave my home to ever see movies again. I hope when my friends start making their movies, they don't put crap like that in them.

And speaking of stupid quotes (I was wondering how I would segue to this...) taken from the newspaper "I just wish all the people who were protesting the war would stop whining and rally behind our troops who need our support, now more than ever." I would like to say this: Yes, they are protesting a war. Because that war is still continuing, it would make sense for them to continue protesting. Furthermore, being arrested for civil disobedience is not whining, I would say about 180 from it. Furthermore, there is no logic behind saying "support our troops by supporting war". In fact it seems to me, that just the opposite is true. I support and respect these people, friends on mine are soldiers, I care about these people. Because of this, I don't want them to die. I don't want them to be in harms way, so I don't want them fighting wars. On the other hand, people who support war, are supporting the idea of using (invaluable) human life to achieve some other (greater?) end. They want my friends to be used as pawns so they can have "homeland security," or cheap oil, or tax cuts, or whatever. They don't support the troops, they support a fear-ocracy, that chews up 19 year olds and spits them out in pine boxes. Next time someone asks you to "support our troops," tell them you do, and tell them you want the war to end.


Long quote here. Peace.

"Who's that shining forth-right man about to die behind me? He's waiting for the portress to send me head over heels. Who's that black-heart four-star general walking up the hill, to ask the liberals nicely to help finance his private war. And before you trust that man, when he puts the rifle in your hand, sings you songs of pageantry and grace. And how much you want to bet on the other side there's a man with twice your pride and they put you feet first in an unmarked grave..."

:: Freddy F. at 12:02 AM [+] ::
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Addendum: 20 to 1.

Fuck me, Friday...
:: Freddy F. at 11:31 PM [+] ::
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I don't know about you, but this is starting to confuse me a bit. It is like being single for years, then suddenly dating a nympho... and they say chaffing is the least of my worries.

Because more and more movies are juxtaposing rap with things that (used to be) are thought of as traditional white, male, protestant activities (ie politics, being a successful businessman), does that mean that rap is becoming more or less accepted by the traditional, white, protestant males? Does this mean that punk must be on the horizon of popular movies now? Can't wait for the Wendy O Williams version of "Burning" Down the House with Steve Martin.

I'm watching the A's bat-around for the second straight inning against my adopted Mariners. The score is 17 to 1 in the 4th. Apparently, the Mariners have traded their entire staff for a pitching machine.

I had a big diatribe all thought out about the Oscars and the war going on and the blatant self-gratification by the Academy, but...
1. Then I heard about Michael Moore and what he said, even though I don't know exactly what it was, I hear it was "clever"
2. Everyone who reads this is a friend of mine, and most of them were gathered in a single location for the purpose of watching said awards, so I hate to burn those bridges, and
3. I'm watching March Madness and Spring Training baseball, so who am I to judge.

Y'all have a rockin'est good day. Peace.

"Beware the opulence inherent in confusion, when reality's obscured by clouds of disillusion. We plummet to the earth like scores of fallen angels; play out our tragedies on broken, weathered stages..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:28 PM [+] ::
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I am so happy! Tony and Carmella finally had sex! Yea, episode 20! Oh, I wish, I wish I didn't know how it was all going to end...

"Let's get it on..."
:: Freddy F. at 9:25 PM [+] ::
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Whew, what a whirlwind.

I kind of understand how my parents must have felt when the kids grew up and left home. It's so quiet around here these days, just work and dinner and book and bed. I look forward to the excitement this summer may bring.

Happy birthday to this wonderful 22 year old. Buy yourself a Bud Light for me.

And, speaking of Bud Light, guess who I got to drink one...

Good use of the Link, my friend.

So who's ready to fight the war to save peace? If I had registered for the draft, I'd be pretty pissed right about now.

"It was the sound... of silence..."


:: Freddy F. at 11:58 PM [+] ::
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So this guy, the cornerstone of stability is changing is location on the world wide web? My goodness, the world is in turmoil.

And speaking of turmoil, I don't even know how to feel about the whole Iraq thing. I thikn I had to just stop supporting any of the possible outcomes about a year ago. It is now looking like war is inevitable, it has looked this wya for a while, and there is just no place for the non-war-monger to stand. If I want to support American soldiers I hope for a quick resolution with as little bloodshed as possible - but this certainly leads to a reckless and destructive war, will most likely end up most bloody for the Iraqi people. Or I could hope for as little bloodshed as possible (ironic in a war situation), but will this ever lead to a satisfactory resolution to the point where soldiers could actually come home? Likely, no. This is tough. Sucks that the deadline for the end of the world as we know it comes on someones birthday.

But on a lighter note, I'm now 10/52nds of the way through watching every Sopranos episode. Bada bing, eh?

"Times, they are a-changin'..."
:: Freddy F. at 10:26 PM [+] ::
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Fuck this war, right Karen?

I'm back, I just got nothin' to say.

"My mind is racing as it always will. My hand's tired, my heart aches, I'm half a world away..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:03 PM [+] ::
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