Babble
Thank you bones.
Statement of Audience
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I realize that nothing I say matters to anyone else on the entire planet.
My opinions are useless and unfocused. I am an expert in nothing. I know
nothing. I am confused about almost everything. I cannot, as an
individual, ever possibly know everything, or even enough to make editorial
commentary on the vast vast majority of things that exist in my world. This
is a stupid document; it is meaningless drivel that I do not expect
any of the several billion people on my planet to actually read. People who
do read my rambling, incoherent dumbfuckery are probably just as confused as
I am, if not moreso, as they are looking to my sorry ass for an opinion when
they should be outside playing Frisbee with their dog or screwing their life
partner or getting a dog or getting a life partner. Anyone who actually
takes the time to read my bullshit probably deserves to ingest my fucked up
and obviously mistaken opinions on whatever it is that I have written about.
Signed: Neil - Ruler of Gonzonia
I guess I oughta catch everyone up.
Rehearsals are going well. We’re in a remarkably good place for being 3 weeks away from opening.
Writing the next piece is going okay. I’d like to be further along at this point but we’re not going to rush it until we have a solid outline of everything to work from. I’m sure it will change as we write (doesn’t it always) but, there are a couple of hurdles to leap yet.
I’m pleased to have gotten in touch with a friend I hadn’t seen or talked to in 11 years. One of my best friends from high school. He’s in a band in Belgium..Nixon. Pretty damn good…
That’s the real highlight of the week…but..in preparation for the upcoming holiday…take a look at the Retrospice Halloween costume retrospective
Look, just because I live in Tampa it doesn’t mean..
I’m a Bucs fan or that I give a stinky rat’s ass in hell about football. Heck, I suck at sports. As a result I don’t watch them. So leave me alone. I don’t want to talk about the game.
Okay, the title has absolutely nothing to do with the post. I just thought I’d say, that I’m on friendster looking for old friend and acquaintances. I connected with someone I went to Bard College with, someone I grew up with, and my brother. That’s it. I’m hoping through these networks, I’ll actually find the people I’m looking for. We’ll see…I need to drop a message to the friend from Bard and see if she’s kept in touch with anyone….
Warning: USE I.E. Friendster is slow as hell in Mozilla for some reason.
Today is not a good day to not have stuiff to work on. Sadly, that is the case. since I finished my last two large projects, I’ve been give little projects the last few days. The problem is, I finish them within anywhere from 10 minutes to 3 hours. Thus leaving me without work again. Now, I’m down. I’m fucking pissed at nothing in particular and I just want to go home and watch some TV. Instead I have to sit here and pretend to look busy in case the manager from ANOTHER department happens to walk by.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to eat yogurt with a fork!??!
Yeah..so I haven’t been posting (if the two of you were wondering) because I wanted the below to take some priority. I wanted ot to stay at the top…I wanted people to be aware I was having a .
Just in case you were wondering…
This was just too funny (and cool) to resist sharing. I’m sure there are lots of otehr blogs out there babbling on about how hilarious this is, (since I came across it on Blogdex) but I can’t resist.
The Smoking Gun has come across a legal filing of the history of the word, fuck.
Time is ticking away here at the ole job. I’m in my last week here and have been pretty bored. I’m spending today trying to do a knowledge dump. It’s been going alright so far. I gotta tell ya though…I’m BORED!
In other news….Insurance companies suck. Apparently, nine only covered 62 days consecutively of physical therapy. That means, that if I only went once in that period, that’s all they’d cover for that condition. Last week the doctor prescribed an additional 6 weeks. I can’t afford (and choose not ) to pay for it out of pocket completely, so my mornings will be filled with the glories of lower back pain! I feel 65 …and I’m not even half that!
I saw a rehearsal on Saturday….I must say we wrote some seriously funny shit….