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Monday, February 11th, 2008

Subject:Holy Crap!
Time:8:57 am.
I never knew such a great chick existed.

Her name is Val.

She is an editor for a corporate healthcare provider, and moonlights as a belly-dancer.

She has a lovely belly.

I don't think I can remember being so happy in the presence of a woman before.

I broke my arm the other day, and therefore my typing is shite right now.

The sun is shining on me today.

!na e geha
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Monday, January 7th, 2008

Subject:Ok, so some things have fallen into place nicely...
Time:11:12 am.
Got an apartment. 1BR in the Seward Neighborhood. A little less a month, about the same space, but laid out in a more user-friendly environment. I'm acually very happy about this place.

On top of this, I figured out how to get to work on a bus, and it's pretty easy. Overall, it is quite a bit chaper than havinga car, which I do not have anymore, and it should get me by for a good long while. Same landlord, but he is not renovating anytime soon, so I have some time to settle in.

My old apartment, the one I currently reside in, has a fantastic view, and is throwing distance from the Midtown Global Market, but now I will be throwing distance from 94 and the second best Thai restaurant in Mpls-St.Paul., True Thai. So there are good and bad with these things.

Now I just need a job near DT or in St. Paul, so I can take a short, easy bus ride.

Freakin Sweet!
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Sunday, December 30th, 2007

Subject:I wore out my welcome, heh...
Time:9:49 pm.
Ok, so I haven't posted on this thing in a hell of a while. I know this is a place free from a certain degree of an aspect of my life, that I can sort of let go without having to worry about everyone's ego.

Ok, so I pretty much knew things weren't going to work out with Jennifer in California before I even went there. She told me really early on that she will not be having another child. Honestly, figured I had about a 10-20% chance of changing her mind, and the rest was just focused on how to survive without my daughter in my life every day, and what opportunities could arise.

I found out, in that sunny shit-hole in the middle of nowhere in California, that there are no opportunities, that this woman was nothing like she purported herself to be. She turned out to be a really narrow-minded, callous, and unlikeable former cheerleader with a useless throw away degree and nowhere near used the artistic talent that she possesses. Her artistic block gave me a headache, and the next thing you know, I'm finding myself doing the same bullshit that she does.

I just have to say this. Anyone who has seen the world, and really lived outside the US for any lengthy stay understands things differently than you find people who have not done so seem to think... or at least talk, maybe. Whatever its called, attitude, perception, outlook, it just doesn't match yours anymore. You try to make it match, but it always has a habit of creeping up on you, when you hear something from someone, who has not even visited a neighbor country, try to tell you about life in the world in that oh so predictably naive and overly confident muse of some vestiges of liberty and justice on a global scale. The scale that just does not exist outside this country.

Anyway, it was like the second day there and she went on about Blacks, Mexicans, then seemed to have a pretty accepting view of Asians, but defo not middle-easterners. Oh, it was a tossup between Arabs and Surenos on which posed the biggest threat to our precious national identity. Oh my fucking dogwood tree, this woman was bonkering out and simultaneously proving her abject lack of international relations, and I hadn't been there 48 hours yet.

Then, as if on queue, a court jester arrives and hands off a notice of some custody BS and other who knows what, she freaks, then I find out a pretty important piece of information here that would have been nice to know before I packed up my belonging into a big assed van and moved my life 2000 miles away from my daughter.

Not only is she fucking bonkers, but her ex-husband is like the king of all bonkerrific bonkeredity. Oh man, I was kicking my own ass, and wondering how much time it would take to get my ass outta this situation.

I tried to look for a job, and a place to stay, but it was like the whole freaking place was bonkers. This was not California, this was a toilet, that used to house cathouses for senators makin' it to Frisco, complete with not even a real playhouse, which they have now, surely showing badly acted local talent fumbling haplessley through "The Christmas Carol", while the audience remains unimpressed and wishing they had snuck a couple of Sierra Nevadas in, or how quickly could they run to the cinema to watch some other 6th week Premiere.

Truth be told, this town royally sucked ass. It was nice in some ways, but it mostly just contributed to my lack of artistic energy, and sucked out every last vestige and nugget. It took far too long to get up the shit to just go back, and deal with the juggernaut I had created for myself back in the frozen part of hell that this place happens to be right now.

So, here I am now, trying to pick up the pieces of my upside down life back in the coldest possible place I can be in the lower 48. I'm not angry about that, and I am optimistic. Maybe not rightly so..

Just found out that my landlord is going to move me to a studio, and then move me back into my wonderful apartment at full price for a renovated with a full park view, which is 38% higher than without the renovation. This I could not possibly afford, so I'm searching for a responsible person to rent a 2br with, and that doesn't mind a kid being around on the weekends. In other words, a nearly impossible to find roommate.
At least I have 6-7 weeks to accomplish this.... EEEEEEKKKKK!!!
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Tuesday, April 17th, 2007

Subject:Hack Hack
Time:2:24 pm.
Seriously, I feel a little tickle in my throat.

If you are responsible for this Kevin, I will get Bill to put one of your eRaid tickets on the Ops spreadsheet!

I also may sick my Kraken upon you!

Beware of Fluffy the Kraken!
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Friday, March 30th, 2007

Time:8:25 am.
Mood: relaxed.
Ok. So I have become one of those guys who get an LJ account and spend my time elsewhere on the internet. I don't post here too often, but maybe I should.

I filled an application to be on the Board Of Directors for my neighborhood yesterday. They actually have 6 open positions, and the Executive Director thinks I'm a shoe-in. I don't know whether to be flattered or worried about that.

I really would like to have the part of town I live in mature into a community that is more aware of itself and willing to work to improve the difficult situations that are out there. Crime is down in my neighborhood, but the adjacent neighborhoods are not. This means that we are probably just temporarily at ease until summer comes and people are more desperate to rent their houses and apartments to any jerk off the streets.

Background checks are not completely foolproof, but this woman I was talking to at the community meeting last month was going on about how she was screwed for renting to someone that she now knows is a gang leader in the area. She felt sorry for him because he was in a wheelchair. She obviously didn't see Boyz-n-the-Hood. A simple background check requirement, requiring the tenant to pay for it as well, would probably have kept her out of the substantial monetary difficulty she has encountered.

She kept going on about how she's now $10k in the hole. My response was, at least you weren't killed.

This is an unfortunate reality anywhere in the world. That there is crime, poverty, people living on survival mode and not thinking about the consequences of their actions. Options and education. This is what helps. I don't mean send people to school, but rather forums where options that are different for people are examined. Discussing and helping to give people the courage to change the bad things about themselves so that they can stop blaming everyone else for their troubles. Something like that.

Oh what did I get myself into? HAha!
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Monday, January 22nd, 2007

Subject:I have the sneaking suspicion
Time:4:49 pm.

So I have been lax on this thing. I spend more time on the mySpace.  But Da Bears made it to daa Souper-Bohl! DAAAAAHHHHHH BEARSss

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Friday, November 3rd, 2006

Subject:Breath of Fresh Air
Time:8:40 am.
Mood: ditzy.
I love it when frost coats the top of vehicles and leads to the first step outside causing one to uncontrollably say things like "Shit, it's soooo fucking coooollllld". And even worse is how it will only get colder.

I am going to California, for the first time ever, over thanksgiving. I'm pretty stoked, as it will be warm, and I need to get lots of new pics of things. Not much to take pictures of here these days.

Anyone reading this, have any good suggestions of places/things in the greater LA area to get kewl pictures of???
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Friday, October 20th, 2006

Time:3:26 pm.
Mood: devious.

My entire house had been dealing with some virus that has zapped all of us of energy and smiles. If my daughter were't so cute, I would never have happy moments with this bio-scourge.

On another note, the 3rd Ward (Minneapolis 3rd ward in the city council, that is) Summit is happening tomorrow. I shall smite the noreaster trolls (the lowercase is intentional) with my Wand of Enthrall (AC 12/24 MP 14) and cast Windspeak (22 mana) upon my councilmember (The Hofsteded Elven Warrier HP 222, M 265 Surrounded bt the Powers of Blondeness)! Oh wait, this is like a neighborhood thing, not a MUD campaign, got a little confused there. Better put the eight-pointed scepter away.....

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Wednesday, October 11th, 2006

Subject:Tis the season...
Time:1:45 pm.
Mood: blah.
So It snowed today. It will probably snow more. Oh, nothing will stay on the ground, from what I hear, but it sucks major butt!

Being a parent, on the other hand, is pretty awesome. This picture is too cute!

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Wednesday, September 27th, 2006

Subject:Putting a Flower Atop Feces
Time:3:40 pm.
Mood: nerdy.
I work in a semi-professional building, therefore, I expect certain things not to be seen in any given day, for instance, the wearing of baseball caps, or overly-skimpy clothing, or heavily torn clothing, etc... Since this is an e-commerce company, jeans are common, as are tennis shoes and maybe even a clean tee.

I'm not the fashion police, but there is this guy who always wears this damn baseball cap. He will dress in a button-up and slacks, but will still wear this damn black cap, usually backwards. I'm sure he's a great guy, but the backwards cap makes him look like an idiot, imho.

So I see him the other day without the cap. OMG! I just about yelled, "put it back on!" very loudly, becuse, he actually looked worse with the cap off. I'm guessing someone else told him of this, becuase, since that day, he has worn the hat forwards, but kept it on. But this brought me to an interesting thought about myself.

I look horrible with caps on. I look like a total redneck white-trash weirdo, as opposed to just a normal fat-dude weirdo without the hat. With the hat, the only people who pay me mind are dudes who might use the phrase "I tell you what" before every sentence. Without the hat, these dudes ignore me. With the hat, soccer moms turn their nose up towards me, without the hat, soccer moms *ADORE* me! Viva la soccer mamas!
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Wednesday, September 20th, 2006

Subject:Unusual People Sometimes Do Unusual Things
Time:2:53 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
So I'm talking to an old colleauge of mine when I accidentally knock over a mystery object in her neighbor's cubicle.

"Oops", I say, and look over to see a red Baseball cap entitled "Chicago, IL".

I apologize for knocking the hat over and comment about how it matched the Univ of Illinois shirt I am wearing, due to the Illinois connection, and she offers me the hat, stating it is a third-level hand-me-down.

I say "But you don't even know my name."

She retorts "That doesn't matter in context of the Christian Brotherhood."

So I accepted the hat, but now don't understand what the Christian Brotherhood is. I must admit, it sounds a bit like a group dedicated to drinking Christan Brothers Whiskey. I figured it was better to take the hat and shut up, than to explain my thoughts on the dogmatic imaginations of ancient people.

"HELLO CLEVELAND! ROCK AND ROLL! Hey, didn't we just go this way" - David St. Hubbins
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Friday, September 15th, 2006

Time:3:52 pm.
Mood: Hey Buddy.
Rockstar Supernova ended Wednesday. They picked the drugged out Canadian guy, rather than the South African lady with talent. Arrrgh! Futsieg!

Also, just found out my oldest friend, Keith, was supposed to get married last weekend. The wedding was called of becuse, according to Keith, "She's too much of a bitch". What's funnier is that he has been describing her like this for 3 years, so I don't know why he was trying to get married to her. I told him he was a jerk for not inviting me, and that he owes me beer. he agreed. Wow, I wish my wife's friendship problems could be solved like this.

I'm bummed because it's about to be winter. As i grow older, Minnesota winters are harder to bear. Especially since I have not gone anywhere decent this year. Quad Cities and La Crosse, WI....I need to go to Vegas or Frisco. I need to lose $1000 playing blackjack with a showgirl on my arm and a whiskey-sour in my hand. Shaken, not stirred!
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Tuesday, September 5th, 2006

Subject:Eat a Prickly Pine
Time:7:44 am.
Mood: sleepy.
I've realized recently that having an infant equals no sleep. As a result, I end up wishing I could sleep all of the time. Then I get really cranky when a nap is interrupted. Oh how I miss the days of 6 hours sleep.

On a more upbeat note, my Father-in-law is going to be within a couple of hours drive from us next weekend. Sounds like a road trip is in order. At least Wisconsin is usually a little more sane. Sure, drunker, but more sane than Iowa, and doesn't smell as bad either.
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Thursday, August 31st, 2006

Subject:Goodbye Dark-Horse
Time:7:50 am.
Mood: peaceful.
This is another Rockastar-Supernova post.

Last Night was elimination. Great, I figured it was time to put Storm out of her misery. A strange thing happened. Ryan (i.e.Neil Diamond emo) did Baba O'Reilly. The last person who did this song was eliminated. Therefore, I though, hmm can this song go 2 for 2?

It sure did! I am so happy this guy is gone. As a testament to his crappiness, he says to the band "I'll see you on the top of the charts, cause that's where I'll be". Total idiot! Jason Newstead couldn't even look him in the face. He just sort of gave that look of, you won't be anywhere near the charts, you campy shat. Oh unless by being on top of the charts, he means sleeping on the business section of the NY Times in a alley in south Bronx, then, yes, he will be on the top of the charts.
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Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

Subject:Rockstar Supernova - Another Post
Time:8:02 am.
Mood: Caffeine!!!.
So Dilana, the only one who has strutted talen this ontire competition, was totally bitchy last week and everybody rode her for it. She especially got on about this guy, Lukas, about how he's who knows what.

So Lukas, this canadian dudah, has been half-assed cavorting about the stage, but must have half of canuckland voting for him to stay around, as he really is not that spectacular. As a matter of fact, his look of drug induced stupor is more memorable than his actual performance.

So Dilana totally called him on this, and he went bezerk on the stage this week. He actually performed. It was strange. My opinion is, too little, too late, but thats only me. I'm sure half of Canada was voting for him last night again.

So everyone was totally rocking it and bringing their A-Game. And at the end, it looked like Dilana would be left with some lame song and having to play catch up. This is where talent vs. ambition show, becuase she went bezerk on her song too, and completely blew everyone out of the water, imho. At this point, I'm thinking this show is a waste of time. Just give Dilana the job and tell the posers to go home.
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Tuesday, August 29th, 2006

Subject:Memory - Late September 1992
Time:8:54 am.
Mood: good.
I had this piece of crap bike, but no car, because the piece of crap cap was in the shop getting a new engine. Jason, the only person my age on my block, offered to give me a ride to school in the morning. This was good, because the mornings were getting a little cold. Jason was a little rednekkity. Like many people in the Chambana area, he would listen to Metallica, then Garth Brooks. I was totally in a loss for words at this combination. No matter how many times I heard Thunder Rolls, I could not enjoy it. But I was happy not to be freezing my ass off.

This was the strangeness I experience still at this place. It is my birthplace, but I really learned the world in Minnesota, and did not understand the children of the corn that were my family and friends.

Anyway, I reconnected with this old friend, and, yes, he still is redneckitty, but I guess a friend is better than an image. At least he's still honest with who he is. I don't know anyone from those days that I can say that about.
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Friday, August 25th, 2006

Subject:Rockstar Supernova
Time:11:53 am.
Mood: weasel-bomber.
Every Monday and Tuesday evening, the family gathers around the ol' boob tube for this show called Rockstar Supernova. For those of you who might be out of the country or haven't seen this, this is a reality show consisting of Brook Burke as the host, David Elektra um er Navarro (for no apparent reason), the members of "Supergroup" supernova (Tommy "Third-leg" Lee, Gilby (yes, I was in GNR, I swear!)Clarke, and Jason (oh, my aching neck) Newstead, and a large group of talentless people vying to become the official singer of this group.

Here's my best recollection of the people, at least those who I can remember, in the order I like them:

Dilana - the only one who actually has talent, and she's a real bitch, she's perfect.
Toby - he's alright when he hits the notes
Zayra - love her. I want her to have my babies!! (ok not that much, but she totally don't give a shiznit!)
Ryan - If Neil Diamond was emo, this is what he would sound like.
Lukas - he needs rehab
Magni - he's not even close to being as talented as Jason Newstead tells him he is
Star - who?
Patrice - she was booted last week, she was like Alanis Morrisette with tattoos and more annoying.

Ok, so there were more, but these are the only ones that were remarkable enough to remember. Honestly they will probably pick Ryan, because his voice is totally campy, and it will be a good fit for a band of has-beens that will probably cancel half it's tour dates or have to change their venues from arenas to the "Iowa Corn Fest" and the Piggly-Wiggly off I80 in Gary, IN.
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Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006

Subject:Oooh..That Smell.....
Time:12:40 pm.
Mood: bitchy.
This last weekend was a new one for the whole family. Jodi, Norah and I went to a very small town 10 in Illinois, just across the Mississippi from Davenport, IA. Norah did well. She didn't meltdown much.

The whole purpose to this was becuase Jodi's cousin was gettin hitched to a fellow (female) Navy person whose family was from there. Jodi has a bunch of Marriott miles from her days as a manager of remote sites in Des Moines and Tempe, so we got a free hotel room at the Residence Inn for 2 days. Very nice place. Too bad it was in Iowa.

Evidently, this time of year is when Iowans spread manure all over themselves, according to someone at the wedding reception. I must say. I've had enough Iowa to last me a good couple of years.

On the top of this, on out return, we stopped by for a friendly visit with one of Jodi's friends who just got a Job at the Univ. of Iowa (aka Haykeyeland). Her 2 year old was quite sick, a fact that this dingy woman could have bothered to tell us before we showed up with our infant child, arrgh. Then she proceeded to slag Minnesotans and say some other infuriatungly senseless bullcrap here and there. She lived in Minneapolis for 6 years and walked away with maybe 2 friends who were from MN. This was becuase seh did nothing but bitch about MN the whole time. And the things she bitched about were the most asinine things that are just how people are in any larger Metro area. Specifically, people don't look twice at her. Shit, she lived in NYC for years, and she's bitching about this behavoir in Minneapolis. Oh wait, she also doesn't have many friends because anytime someone says something that she doesn't like (which could be anything) she flips out on them! Who wants to deal with someone like that? I sure as hell don't. Well, I know she'll fit right in in Hawkeyeland.
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Thursday, August 17th, 2006

Subject:The Strange thing about MySpace
Time:7:30 am.
Mood: The weasel says "EAR".
So Myspace is kinda cool in some ways. I was able to find all of these bands and comedians that I have loved for years and some of them have been added as friends, which sounds really awesome, even if some of them have, like, 100K+ friends/fans.

But this wierd thing occurred to me. I used to live in this small town in Illinois, and, as a guitarist, jammed with some people here and there. One such person was this guy named Brian. But I'll be fucked sideways and called Jazzmine if I cannot remember this dude's last name! I literally spent a good couple of years seeing this guy on almost a daily basis. Used to go to shows, Record Swap, hung out with his brother and his brother's weird hippie girlfriend in Chambana. I remember his house, that he liked Gretch guitars, ALL, Danzig, TAD, and that he had evil twin sisters. But I cannot remember his fucking LAST NAME.

So I started doing searches around the area. No go. But this led me to do a "classmate" search of people who went to the High School I graduated from. I filtered the ages, so that I should only find people around my age. I DIDN'T KNOW ONE PERSON!!!! There are a couple hundred too, mind you. Average class size at this school is about 150-200. I totally do not remember anything about that little hole in the cornfield I graduated High School from.

I never really talk too much about it, but I don't smoke or do drugs. I may have an alcoholic beverage once in a blue moon. I am like this because I used to do nothing but drugs and booze. Especially when I lived in this small town! Strangely enough, moving to a large metro helped me get off the "experimentation". I don't even remember the last time I got all stoned or wasted. Unlike a lot of "Powerless Addicts", I never let it control me, but when it got out of control, I left it behind me. I have a hard time understanding the nature of full-blown addiction.

Anyway I'm rambling, but this is to illustrate why I don't remember years 1993-1995 very well. This is why I can't remember Brian's last name, nor can I remember anyone I graduated High School with. I remember not being happy there, and leaving as soon as I was able to hop a Greyhound and get the fuck out, so I suppose it's good not to remember sometimes.

Anyway, Brian, whatever your last name is, and wherever the hell you lay your head at night, I pour my 40 on the curb before I take a swig fo yuh brotha.
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Tuesday, August 15th, 2006

Time:2:06 pm.
Find me on MySpace and be my friend!
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