Punk Ass: Biker, Zen Stress Monkey
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I think it's more than obvious that I just don't have it in me to do this anymore.
I thank you all for visiting.
See you out there on the road somewhere......
PunkAss
Tuesday
I wonder what kind of shaving cream
Quentin Tarantino uses?
If

If life is a sea otter, I wish it would find that rock in the sun......
Hello Again......

So I was told in a dream that I was actually in the hospital, unconscious from a serious head injury...hmmmmmm....wonder if I really am.....
Beastly Digits

So 666 is the number of the beast right? So how come the beast gets a number and no one else seems to? That hardly seems fair right? I mean whomever it is that's in charge of assigning these useless numbers has a pretty easy job or is just super lazy. He gives out one freekin' number then calls it a day and takes a 2000 year coffee break? Ya, gimme that job. And what good is the number anyway? Is it an area code or a dialing prefix? Is it a shelf location at the Home Despot? Is it a combo number at the Carl's Jr. drive thru? Well all I know is, it was a damn fine Iron Maiden album.....
System of a.....

I'm sure you've all heard the urban myth about
Bloody Mary, where you say her name three times in front of a mirror and she appears and kills you. Myself, I prefer the one about
Serj Tankian where you say his name three times in front of a mirror and he appears and exfoliates you with his beard....
I know you going to try it aren't you.. ( yes Paul, I'm talking to you).
Hey, It's a job right?

There's a little cafe attached to the toll booth on the bridge. I came here for a cup of coffee and ended up running the place. The job takes a certain kind of weakness, a certain flaw of character and I guess I just happened to fit the bill. I see the tortured souls come by, I pour their coffee and then they're on their way....
Friday
You know it's kinda funny how if you change the title of the movie "
The Never Ending Story" to " The Never Ending Penis" It really changes the whole feel of the thing.....
Just a few words......
Ah yes, back from vacation..god I love the feeling of those first few hours back in the office where your brain is screaming "MAKE IT STOP!!"
Anyway, here's something to keep in your mental toolkit. If you ever need to give someone advice and really can't think of anything to say
"Don't get a rash" is always a safe bet.
Now,don't say I never gave you anything...
Am I hopeless....

Faith. I have a real hard time with this one. Blindly abandoning yourself to something that
may very well turn out to be wrong. And let's face it, no matter what you personally believe to be true, no one, NO ONE really knows anything for sure. In a way, I admire people who do have that kind of conviction; it probably makes them happier. At least they have a direction. This is not to say that I don't have things that I feel may be true, but I'm not so arrogant as to say "I Know" or " I'm Right". But, I wonder if these vague notions are enough . They certainly don't comfort me in times of trouble or keep me warm at night......
I'm going to let Rush's Neil Peart weigh in on this now 'cause I think he may be on to something:
I don't have faith in faithI don't believe in belief
You can call me faithless I still cling to hope
And I believe in loveAnd that's faith enough for me
I've got my own spirit level for balance
To tell if my choice is leaning up or downAnd all the shouting voices Try to throw me off my courseSome by sermon, some by force Fools and thieves are dangerousIn the temple and market place
BDay Thoughts

Birthdays are funny things. Some people hate'em, some people love'em. I fall somewhere in between. On the plus side, I love celebrating with people far and wide, loved and loathed. It's my day and it's a big deal to me damn it. I do however hate the thought of another year of my life going by, since there are really so very precious few of them. Time does make us wiser but it also makes us take more and more pills, ointments and assorted lubes and jellies.
Well whatever...I'm honestly in the best shape of my life so I'm gonna hang my hat on that for now and not look back too too often.....unless of course I feel like something is following me....again.....like that creepy slug...>shutter<.......
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......