Habit · Notes

Here is another video I put together.  I think it shows improvement over my last, however, I still have three or four more lifetimes worth of learning to do.  Comments welcome.

... i thought that i would go ahead and tell anyone who doesn't know (and i don't know who that might be) what has gone on since my last real update.

so, last july my mom died of pharmicudical complications from her various illnesses. about a week following her death i moved in with my old pop to help his mental state (and my own). it's been successful so far. dad is doing well. i, on the other hand, am have some very nice successes along with so interesting sticking points. for the successes, i'm working with chris on starting a multi media production company and helping him with his photography buisness. i have two people writing me scripts for movies, which rocks. i have a very nice motorcycle now (no mandy, i'm not going to kill myself on it).

the sticking points all revolve around living out in the sticks (which by itself is great) and being at least an hour from the majority of my friends. it's not all a lonilness issue either. when looking for inspiration, it's hard to find when you can't really talk to anyone (at least for me). i'm trying to find ways around that, so wish me luck, all.

i'm currently working at a hotel in franklin (which sucks and pays shit, but it allows me a lot of time online). i hope to be able to quit fairly shortly, either by getting a better job or by getting enough video jobs to pay me. i'm hoping more for the latter.

finally, we spread my mom's ashes yesterday. (for anyone who doesn't know, my mom's illnesses began about six years ago with a thyroid problem and went on to: breast cancer twice, which she beat both times, then she went on to develop pulminary fibrosis with hypertension. none of this killed her. she had an interaction between the drugs that she was taking that eventaully cause heart failure. following this, her body was donated for research and we just got the ashes back a few days ago.) so, with that being finished, i think dad is going to be able to move forward with his life more.

anyway, so there it is.

the next post will probably be a qoute.

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.
- HP Lovecraft

Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane.

- H. P. Lovecraft

while sitting here drinking all by my onesies, i decided to watch some television. i know that it's generally a bad idea, but hey, i'm drunk. so, while i'm waiting on Taken to come on and not being able to find anything else to watch, i thouht i would try alias. i've never watched it before, but jennifer garner doesn't hurt my eyes, so i thought "hey, what the hell?" well, it was a bad idea. im having no problem mostly ignoring the show, it's easy to ignore. i tend to look up (my TV is on one of those oh so nifty TV wall hanger things that i love so much in bars) when i hear jennifer garners voice and then look back at my puter to see what is going on on the web. anyway, i keep looking up during the commericals (yes my friends, i'm drunk) but, you know, they're commericals so i don't pay much attention. then, oh yes, and then, there is the commerical for erectile dysfunction followed by the dr. phil commerical. for some reason my drunken little mind, without anyone to look at and say "what the fuck" started thinking on this. what i was thinking was: who the hell is this show geared toward? old guys? middle aged divorced women? and then i realized it. they're the same people.

drunk wisdom. i won't remember this tomorrow.

i'm sorry to all who read this. without someone here to look at and say "what the fuck?" i had to tell someone to make it go away. you are all my someone.

George Orwell: Nineteen Eighty-Four. You are the

classic warning against the threat of

totalitarianism. To you, politics and

philosophy are inseparable, auchtorities suck

and the reality might not exist outside our

imaginations.


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and why Hunter S. was one of the coolest men ever:

"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side."
- Hunter S. Thompson

Last night, I enjoyed a poinient reminder that I am, in fact, an idiot. While attempting to install gentoo linux onto my laptop (while I was at work and should have been doing other things) I wiped the harddrive that housed GRUB, by beloved bootloader. Now mind you, it wouldn't have been my "beloved" bootloader if it was still working, but when it wasn't and I discovered that I couldn't boot any operation system, it became my beloved bootloader. I have done this before, and I should have known better. So, again, I am an idiot.

What I have seen so far in this, the year of our lord, 2006, has been bizarre. I feel no need to recount the thing in it's entirety, since tonight alone, should cover it well…

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It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.
It is by the juice of sapho that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains.
The stains become a warning.
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.

I found out today that another person I went to high school with up and got himself dead. I'm really getting sick of this. I graduated with 100 people, and that's not many.

Billy Breeden died on Saturday of an overdose (at least that's what I'm told).

Billy, you asshole, what the fuck? I really liked you, man. I really did. I had been wondering what happened to you. Now, I know. That wasn't what I was supposed to hear. I was supposed to hear that you had turned you're shit around and gotten life a little more straight. I know you had it rough growing up, but, man, you could've done more. You were far from stupid and once in a while you really had motivation. Well, I've missed you a few times over the years. I guess I'll just continue to do so.

08 - Jan - 1969 Ami Dolenz
08 - Jan - 1969 R. Kelly
08 - Jan - 1947 Don Bendell
08 - Jan - 1947 David Bowie
08 - Jan - 1946 Robby Krieger
08 - Jan - 1942 Stephen Hawking
08 - Jan - 1939 Yvette Mimieux
08 - Jan - 1937 Shirley Bassey
08 - Jan - 1935 Elvis Presley
08 - Jan - 1933 Charles Osgood
08 - Jan - 1926 Soupy Sales
08 - Jan - 1924 Ron Moody
08 - Jan - 1923 Larry Storch
08 - Jan - 1912 José Ferrer
08 - Jan - 1911 Butterfly McQueen
08 - Jan - 1910 Galina Ulanova
08 - Jan - 1821 James Longstreet

And, of course, my dear monkeys, yours truly. Thank you, thank you to all of you who have helped make my 27 years of life on this planet both hard to forget and hard to remember. When I look back on my life I mostly see a hazy cloud of boobies and rum. I currently am wondering if I'm a pirate having a hallucination... ahh, anyway, good night my dear monkeys, and thank you.

THE FIRST WEEK OF JANUARY, ALL CELL PHONE NUMBERS ARE BEING RELEASED TO
TELEMARKETING COMPANIES AND YOU WILL START TO RECEIVE SALE CALLS.

YOU WILL BE CHARGED FOR THESE CALLS.

To
prevent this, call the following number from your cell phone:
888-382-1222. It is the National DO NOT CALL LIST. It will only take a
minute of your time. It blocks your number for 5 years.

HELP OTHERS BY PASSING THIS ON TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS OR GO TO: http://www.donotcall.gov/

I’d like to say something nifty like “All morning long I’ve been thinking about this whole new year thing and…” but it would be a lie. Now while lying on the internet seems to be about as common as porn on the internet, I’d prefer not to do it… at least today.

The truth is, I haven’t been thinking about too much this morning. Outside of sending a couple of emails, I really haven’t been thinking at all. Somehow, I convinced myself to stay up all night drinking only to drive an hour and then work an eight hour shift. Apparently I’m either very weak willed when dealing with myself or very, very convincing. Other people seldom convince me to do anything quite this stupid.

There’s nothing quite like working in a hotel lobby on New Year’s Day. I’ve been yelled at a lot this morning, but, for the most part, I’ve been heavenly oblivious to it. I vaguely remember some of it, you know, in the way you halfway remember a strange dream. I remember being told that I was “going to hell” by some very nice Catholics. Hail to Cathol and all his teachings, I guess. I think they were upset that I wasn’t at Mass this morning… I also vaguely remember being told to “pay attention when I talk to you” by a very old man who was staring at the wall behind me as opposed to looking at me while I took his money. It was all very strange.

And remember kids: dating is the most sincere form of self-flagellation.