Punk Ass: Biker, Zen Stress Monkey
Hum?
So, what did you listen to on the Fradio today?

I've decided that I really think I'm totally pro-cyborg. That is, I'm all for mixing biological and mechanical parts. It would just make life so much easier.
Imagine if you will; you're going along through your day, just minding your own business when WHAM!! You suddenly develop a irrational fear of rectal thermometers or powdered toast or say George Michael. Well if you're stuck with a regular old brain, this will mean years of therapy and medication. BUT, if you have a cool new cyber-enhanced brain, you hook yourself up to super fun diagnostic tool, much like they do to your car when you bring it into the shop, you see that "Oh, my hypothalamus is shorting out again.....bugger!" You plug in your trusty solder gun and in five minutes, ZAP!! You're taking your temperature while listening to
Careless Whisper like a champ. It's just sooooo much easier really......
Wednesday
Sit just to sit. And why not sit? You have to sit sometime, and so you may as well
really sit and be altogether here. Otherwise the mind wanders away from the matter at hand, and away from the present. Even to think through the implications of the present is to avoid the present moment completely.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!

What does the world need now? Love sweeeet love. Nah.. The world needs a natural predator for the human race introduced into the ecosystem (well, that and a HUGE f'ing enema). Yup, me thinks it's time to thin the heard a little bit so maybe, just maybe, I won't have to deal with assholes, morons, dweebs, douche bags, idiots, social retards, misanthropic illiterates, Visigoths, asshats, scum bags, fucknuts, sons of bitches, ingrates, jerks, losers, weenies, human stains, fuck faces, jugheads, dork wads, pricks, butt munches, slimes, sleazes, and sphincter on daily..no make that hourly basis. People just freekin' suck. Gaaaaaahhhhh!!
What brought this on? While I was out riding my bike last night, this genetic through back in the passenger seat of a jeep decided it would be fun and entertaining to harass me for a good 5 miles; trying to grab me as he and his buddy drove by, screaming as loud as he could while driving along side of me, pulling ahead of me and opening his door to try and hit me... Ya...I'm kinda pissed........
Just a Thought

I'm sure that you've heard the expression "Idle hands are the devils' playthings" right? Personally I think an idle penis is the devils' asparagus. But hey, that's just me........
Duh?

There's a bumper sticker on a car in the parking lot at work that I see every day that I just don't get. It says "O
sama Bin Laden hates this car" to which is say "HUH? " I guess this confirms my suspicions that I am pretty dense. Could someone please explain this to me?
Yet Another

What really chaps my ass is that talentless hag
Meg White actually has a successful music career and I don't...Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr........
The Suckage

I was just talking to some folks at work about a new guy that's starting here on Monday. Apparently he worked here back in '97 and was none to popular. Someone made the comment that he "Just sucks the joy out of a room". I thought to myself (as opposed to thinking to someone else), I wonder what one uses to do that; suck joy out. Is there some sort of apparatus? Is it a weird alien appendage that only people of this ilk have? And then there's the question of what do you do with the joy once the sucking is all done? Is this perhaps like a "Spit or Swallow" scenario?