Broken Synapse

It Happened in the Shower

2007-11-05T21:35:00.000-06:00

I'm in a strange place right now. Not physically. Mentally. I was in the shower and I started to slow down. My senses were more active or... maybe even activated, as if for the first time in a long time. The water on my skin, the sound of it hitting the shower walls, the warmth of it. It was all so nice. I took extra long and enjoyed it. When I got out I felt different. I noticed I could focus closer on things than usual while wearing my contacts. I could see more detail. Drying off and getting dressed felt like new experiences and I tried to remember everything about the process. I'm feeling pretty mellow.

Maybe someone slipped something into my drink

HRS

2007-10-29T10:58:00.000-05:00

I've been watching a TV show on the IFC (Independent Film Channel) called the Henry Rollins Show. Are you familiar with Henry? Good. Anyway, on each show Henry interviews someone (usually a celebrity) and then there is a live performance by some interesting bands. Rollins always does this rant at the beginning of the show about something on his mind and sometimes you get to hear from Janine Garofalo (I find what she says interesting if not entertaining). The interviews are always interesting to me even if I don't like the guest. Check it out.

What the hell?

2007-10-02T13:27:00.000-05:00

It's been a while since writing, but who cares, right?

I realized the problem I have with so many people that are a pain in my ass. They think they're special. Let me tell you right now, if you are one of the people that thinks they are special you're not. You may be special TO someone, but you're not special. Screw off.

Lizards and screw drivers

2007-07-10T08:43:00.000-05:00

Two dreams last night. The second may have happened when I was half awake.

I was getting married to someone I have never heard of before or someone I haven't seen in years. She lives in California. I go out there with my two best friends, who I've never seen before, and we are hanging out in the desert before the wedding and we're all wearing our tuxedos. My two friends both start popping Viagra and suddenly turn into Velociraptors and chase me around the blazing hot sand dunes. One kept trying to kill me and the other kept warning me not to get married.

Second dream occurred when my dog woke me to let him out into the yard. I went into the garage for a moment and smelled gasoline. When I went back into the dark house I got the image of this oily maniac mechanic with a giant screwdriver lurking in the shadows of my home waiting for me to turn my back on him so he could impale me.

repeat, repeat,etc...

2007-05-15T20:53:00.000-05:00

current song that I keep listening to again and again.
Download, Listen, Love (you've got a week people)

Paste the following link into your browser:
http://senduit.com/399548

I'm a bitch, hear me roar!!!

2007-05-15T13:55:00.001-05:00

I think too many women mistake being a bitch with being strong.

You got the money, Brad Pitt?

2007-05-03T09:32:00.000-05:00

I'm in a dark, crowded warehouse. The only lights on are dim ones far overhead lighting the walkway that leads from the door to wear I'm located. Crates all around, can't see what they are in the low light. Someone opens the door from the outside and comes in. I hear the foot steps and eventually I'm able to see a man walking towards me. He finally get's close enough and I recognize it's Brad friggin Pitt. He introduces himself and then I sell him all kinds of firearms.

Boom shaka laka

2007-03-20T09:12:00.000-05:00

Last night's tequila influenced dream was more fuzzy than usual and makes me think I'm obsessed with guns. (who woulda thunk it?) I'm at work, but in a different building than I normally work in. It has several floors, four to be specific. This is where it gets a little misty and I don't recall the details. Some of the real estate agents I work for take other agents hostage. They have guns and are leading the hostages up to the roof top via the flights of stairs to get away in an awaiting helicopter. I pull out my trusty .45 and slowly make my way up the stairs, keeping a couple flights of stairs between us so as not to be discovered. As I creep up, getting closer to them I hear they are having trouble with the door that leads to the roof. I spring from hiding and shoot everyone, hostage takers and hostages.

Best hair day ever

2007-02-22T09:18:00.000-06:00

Okay, I thought I've had some pointless dreams over the span of my life so far but last night's dream I think is at the top of the heap. I dreamed I woke up and just ran my fingers through my hair and it was done and it looked the best I've ever remembered.

When I actually did wake up it took me about a tenth of the time it normally takes me to comb my hair. (it doesn't take me very long on average)

Does this mean I predicted the future?

Zebra Head

2007-02-21T09:26:00.000-06:00

My dream last night was about hunting. It was a little stranger than just some hunting adventure. First off, I've never been hunting before. I show up in a jeep with the the top off and I get out with a rifle on my shoulder. I see all these people walking towards this cabin/lodge that I've also started towards but these people seem different. I can not see them in their entirety yet but it feels weird. I get closer and see why I felt weird about these people. All of them have the body of a human but the head of an animal. I see just about every animal represented that I can think of. I notice one of the men, a sheep head, is feeling very nervous standing next to a lion head. I step into the lodge and walk past a mirror and notice I have the head of a zebra. A tiger head calls for the meeting to start and we all sit down and discuss the rules of the hunt. When the tiger says the meeting is adjourned all the hunters, including me, gets up immediately and starts shooting one another right there in the building.

Fin

The smell of burning skin

2007-02-13T09:01:00.000-06:00

Last night I had a couple dreams. One of them actually disturbed me. I was at this party and I think it was in the 60's or 70's just because the way people were dressed and the dark wood paneling on the walls. This girl was standing next to what I thought was a high wall outlet. It was up around her shoulder and she was over 5 feet tall. I was watching her and the people standing around her when she pulled out a stun gun (which didn't belong in the 60's/70's?) and activated it and jammed it into the outlet. She bagan screaming and shaking violently, sparks were flying. People that were around her smiling and laughing just a second ago were now trying to pull her away from the angry outlet. I stood by and watched. I think I was video taping this party, because I remember zooming in and I figured unless I'm bionic I probably can't "zoom in" without a video camera. (Did those exist in the 70's) I remember seeing the skin on the top of her head bubbling and peeling back and no one could free her from this agonizing event. The electricity had a hold on her. I woke up from that feeling sorry for her and mad at myself for not helping. Instead I just video taped it.

Everything is in my head

2006-04-12T22:15:00.000-05:00

I just realized that everything in the world exists only in my head. Once i'm gone so is everything else. How do I know that anything else is real? I'm just imagining it all. That means that everyone and everything will die when I do. How comforting is that? I won't die alone.

Attackers beware!!!!!!!!!!

2006-01-12T11:56:00.000-06:00

While chit-chatting with a friend about my recurring pink eye (the dreaded CONJUNCTIVITIS) I thought "I wish I could put pink eye in an aerosol form". Then I thought "wouldn't it be cool if I could have pepper spray and "pink eye" in the same can so if you get attacked and you spray the sucker in the eyes after he gets over the initial burning he'll then have to deal with crusty, watering, itchy , sore eyes" .

So, that's my genius idea for today. Let me know what you think.

the next step

2006-01-06T14:57:00.000-06:00

These past few days at work have been different. I don't know what it is but i've actually been enjoying the work and enjoying people. That is very odd for me. Have I crossed some invisible threshold into adult life or into the next stage? If so what changed? Or did someone slip me something that is making me act unlikc my usual self? I suppose after a week or two if I still feel this way i'll know it wasn't temporary.

Bleh

2006-01-03T12:04:00.000-06:00

I have pink eye!!!!!

No news today

2005-12-23T11:36:00.000-06:00

Happy Holidays

Laziness is underrated

2005-12-22T11:02:00.000-06:00

I am a perfectionist too lazy to perfect anything.

Low, sticky valley

2005-12-15T11:44:00.000-06:00

you ever get stuck?
Cant get out
it rings in ya ears,all day in ya head
Listen to that
'what he just said?'

oh man, she can wail
grips ya and makes ya shake
poundin in your chest,feel that beat in yer bones
hear that twang, man
rattles all the way home

and your...WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY down there
wont make it back soon
play 'dem skins boy,remember 'dat tune
don't listen too long
or you'll soon think you can croon

2005-12-09T10:00:00.000-06:00

Yes, I know you aren't around anymore and you don't have to apologize for that. Your email is gone now to? Do you have a new one for me? How am I suppose to contact you?

This will not make sense for you people out there except for one.

Snotty Bitch

2005-12-07T14:41:00.000-06:00

I just went to the back of the office to help an agent with the copy/fax machine. She was having trouble (as usual). On my way down the hall I hear her complaining that there isn't any coffee prepared and that this place is going to hell. You have to understand that she's a rich lady that for the most party you can get along with. But you can also tell that she thinks she's higher on the chain than most people. So when I finally get back to her she tells me "johnny, there's no coffee". I say to her "why can't you fix the coffee?" To which she replies. "No, i'm not going to". So after fixing her copy maching problem I leave. Mad as hell. Probably all red faced to. These fucking people are so damned helpless when it comes to almost anything. Some of the laziest people I know to. But ... for her to request someone make coffee for her... I was lost. I could not believe what I was hearing. Like the office staff are her personal servants. I'm sure she loves that thought. I'm starting to cool down now but still would like to smack her into reality. Of course she got her way and another person on the staff made coffee for her.

Anyone here?

2005-11-23T12:44:00.000-06:00

Someone told me I don't write enough here. Does anyone even read this thing? I know I sure don't. Nothing too interesting has happened in my life that urges me to write here. My writing skills leave much to be desired so that doesn't compel me to post either. If I was proficient in writing then i'd post many entries every day just to get the thoughts out of my head. Anywho.. enough rambling. Let me know if anyone still vacations here. If so, i'll try to jot down some more entries to be read.

quick hurricane update

2005-09-01T10:14:00.000-05:00

For everyone I didn't email I want to say that i'm safe. Me and the family went to Birmingham Alabama on sunday. I can't contact many people because i dropped my phone in coffee. yes, i know that was a bonehead thing to do. But anyway....I'm still alive. :)

WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-08-10T08:29:00.000-05:00

Cayenne pepper and cold black coffee do no, DO NOT go well together!

: |

2005-08-07T23:23:00.000-05:00

I hate myself for sleeping.

Friends, liquor and fish

2005-07-30T12:27:00.000-05:00

Last night I was out with some friends at Zea's restaurant in Metairie. I had a great time drinking and eating and hanging out. I ate the grilled salmon, roasted potatoes and the dirty rice alone with several glasses of vodka. If you have been reading this blog for any amount of time you probably no my track record with vodka and dreaming. So.... yeah, you guessed right.

Last night I was a psychic weather man. Yeah, i'll explain it. My psychic ability was just over the weather. I could predict when it would rain, temperature change, hail storm, you name it. All down to the exact minute it would happen and stop and where. So I started charging people to get the exact weather report. True, this dream isn't too exciting but.... it's what was in my head last night.

You guessed correctly, more dreams

2005-07-26T11:03:00.000-05:00

Two dreams from last night:

1- I dreamed that my uncle said he caught some catfish and was going to cook it
but I caught him taking MY catfish out of the refrigerator and he had a big
smile on his face.

2- I walked into this weird bathroom. It seemed like a highschool bathroom. 1
inch tile floors and bathroom stalls and urinals. I walk in and the floor
slopes down dramatically. The other end of the bathroom must be 20 -25 feet
lower than the entrance. I walk to the left and someone passes me and I see
them take off their hat and it's a girl. Long blonde hair falls down to her
shoulders. She gives me this smile and keeps walking down the ramp to the other
end of the restroom where I notice another girl is. I ask "this is the mens
room, right?" and they say back yes but we like it better here and we don't
mind you using it if you don't mind. Of course that's when my mom comes in my
bedroom and asks me "what time are you getting up?" Apparently I forgot to set
my alarm clock.

More teeth to stay longer

2005-07-19T08:52:00.000-05:00

I arrive at this fancy house, butler lets me in and escorts me to some rooms at the back of the home. I step in and find a fight club. You can stay in the fight club as long as you have teeth. I join and soon i'm missing all the teeth on the top row of my mouth. I stick my finger in to check out some of the lower teeth and find that some crumble at the touch of my finger. Yeah, this was a dream.

Remembering dreams, another use for vodka

2005-07-16T11:26:00.000-05:00

In the last week i've drank vodka on four of the nights and every time I had a dream and remembered it the next morning. Is this a coincidence? Maybe but I will have to do further tests. Last night I dreamed that my mom bought me cabinets. Yes, cabinets. A few nights ago, after drinking vodka, I dreamed I met this girl. Short, Asian mixed with something else, cute. Took me to this "underground" club. Introduced me to lots of people. Very strange place. There were different gangs in the place and they all had items to make noise with. Plastic drums, sticks, flutes, horns, pretty much everything you can make noises with and they used these to aggravate the other gangs and they used the noise makers as money in poker games with other gangs. Also there were people in these square tubs bathing in chocolate.

How your daily life plays out in your dreams, Part 1

2005-07-14T10:28:00.000-05:00

If you read the previous post I described a dream I had the night before. A few minutes ago I discussed the dream with Violet and we realized where parts of my dream came from. You'll have to read the previous post to know what i'm talking about here. The girl in my dream was from Mexico or South America. Violet is from South America. The girl had long curly hair. Violet has long curly hair. Me and Violet were talking about taking pictures yesterday which is maybe where the photography part of the dream comes in. Then there is a part where the girl in the dream talks about 'Walking Tall'. Yesterday Loretta told me she watched a movie called "Walking Tall". Lots of it is making sense now.

Fueled by vodka and green apples, a dream

2005-07-14T09:02:00.000-05:00

Had very clear dream last night. It was about a girl that I don't think i've seen or met before. She had long curly hair and I think was foreign. Maybe Mexican or somewhere from South America. I can't remember.She showed me her photography work. I remember several of the pictures. One was a photo of people swimming in a pool at night, with some dim lights around the water and in the pool. Then her entire family walked into the room we were in. Must have been 25-30 people. They sat down on a couple sofas and chairs and this little girl about 3 or 4 sat on a glass coffee table. The girl that was showing me her photos started telling a story about how she got one of her photography jobs. She said she went in to the interview 'walking tall'. Lots of confidence like she could do whatever she wanted and whatever they needed her to do. The potential client mentioned to her that she was starting up a dance class and so the shutterbug started doing this dance at which point her family that was sitting around listening to the story all started to dance the same dance in unison. Except for the little girl on the coffee table. I caught her out the corner of my eye break dancing. It was all very strange.

Disgusting? Yes! Emphatically

2005-07-05T09:13:00.000-05:00

So it's Tuesday and I come into work after four days off. What do I find? What looks like gravy crusted onto the keyboard (which is fairly new) and power caked onto the brand new mouse, in the seams between the buttons. Can you believe that shit? You know I have a rule at my house that no one can eat or drink by the computer. Especially over the keyboard. People don't really care about that kinda shit at work seeing as how they don't pay for the equipment. It just sucks to come in after the weekend and have to clean up after some damned slob.

A quote

2005-06-09T09:53:00.000-05:00

I have discovered photography. Now I can kill myself. I have nothing else to learn.

-- Pablo Picasso

Sounds about right

2005-06-08T20:10:00.000-05:00

I don't know how many of you are fans of sound. No sound in particular. Just sound. Sounds you can make, sounds others make. Putting on my headphones tonight and listening to some music got me wondering how many of you get to hear all the sounds that happen in songs. Maybe you think you have but I bet most of you are wrong. Without the right speakers or equipment you don't even have a chance to hear it all or experience the feeling that those little noises give you. The sputter of a horn as the mute gets placed over it, the pick that slides over the spiral wound guitar strings, the shaking of her voice as she belts out songs. When you listen to some peoples radios/stereos their speakers leave out entire instruments. Believe that? It makes me feel sorta special to hear a bit more than others. Makes me smile because you don't know what your missing. Of course I could be mistaken thinking that other people even care about the little things.

" I don't like country music, but I don't mean to denigrate those who do. And for the people who like country music, denigrate means 'put down"

- Bob Newhart

An update for the interested

2005-05-29T08:46:00.000-05:00

Apparently I was hasty in my diagnosis of Poison Ivy. After a visit last night from a friend of a friend I discovered (as has been in the back of my mind for days now) that I have Poison Sumac. Instead of just a rash it is characterized by blisters that rupture and ooze. Yes, I know it is not a pretty thing to imagine. Let me tell you it is more disgusting to experience first hand. This morning I will go to an urgent care facility and attempt to acquire a steroid shot to combat this affliction before it gets truly out of hand as I hear, though have not confirmed, sumac can last for months. Readers do wish me well.

Itch, Itch, what the hell is that itch?

2005-05-26T10:39:00.000-05:00

Last Saturday I contracted Poison Ivy while playing paintball in the woods. I didn't know it until Monday. Two days later. It's weird that you can have something and not even know it right away. Something is attacking your skin and you aren't even aware of it. I suppose I am lucky because it hardly itches. Of all the times I ever got it (this makes 4) it never itches like crazy. It's just enough of an itch to constantly remind you that it is there. I took the time to do some research on poison ivy and found out that it doesn't usually present itself until 24-48 hours after you have come in contact with it. After that period of time the damage is done and you can't really spread it by touching someone with the rash. It can spread on you under your skin to other parts of your body. This morning it is becoming more of a problem. The sores are oozing and paperwork is sticking to my arms. Not a pretty thing. Every time I look at my arms in the mirror it seems I notice another red bump has appeared. So kids...take it from me. Never get the dreaded POISON IVY!!!!! (in my best deep echoey voice like in the gingavitis commercials)

How much is enough?

2005-05-16T13:04:00.000-05:00

You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough. -- William Blake

Quoth the fool

2005-04-26T16:59:00.000-05:00

In Heaven, all the interesting people are missing.

~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Feed your head

2005-04-20T10:17:00.000-05:00

For the last few couple of days i've had one song stuck in my head. Maybe I shouldnt say "stuck" because it isn't a bad thing. I enjoy the song immensely and wish that it was longer. It's the song "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane. If you don't know it, give it a listen. If you don't like it... well thats your problem. :)

White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
To call Alice
When she was just small

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the doormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head"

Amityville horror and one arrest. Take three. ACTION!!

2005-04-19T16:10:00.000-05:00

I got to see the remake of The Amityville Horror this past Sunday night (4/17/05) and I must say that I was very entertained. It was in the "sorta spooky" range but more than that it was amusing. Even funny in a demented way. If you are a fan of horror movies or even just interested from the commercials then I recomend seeing this. On the way home that night, Yancy got arrested. He was pulled over for a busted tail light or so I hear and then they hauled him off for priors. Anyway... it was an eventful night. More so for Yancy than anyone. :)

check this out with sound

2005-04-10T18:39:00.000-05:00

Do you believe this?

So you are self-reliant, are you?

2005-04-10T13:33:00.000-05:00

"...I listened as he mentioned the many people who are involved in making all our material possessions. As he said this, I began to think about how many people were involved in making my shirt. I started by imagining the farmer who grew the cotton. Next, the salesperson who sold the farmer the tractor to plow the field. Then, for that matter, the hundreds or even thousands of people involved in manufacturing that tractor, including the people who mined the ore to make the metal for each part of the tractor. And all the designers of the tractor. Then, of course, the people who processed the cotton, the people who wove the cloth, and the people who cut, dyed and sewed that cloth. The cargo workers and the truck drivers who delivered the shirt to the store and the salesperson who sold the shirt to me. It occurred to me that virtually every aspect of my life came about as the results of others' efforts. My precious self-reliance was a complete illusion, a fantasy."

-Howard C. Cutler, M.D., speaking his thoughts that came about while listening to the Dalai Lama speak
THE ART OF HAPPINESS

Mmmmmm, leather

2005-04-07T15:28:00.000-05:00

I dreamed that I was photographing a girl in some kind of leather/bondage get up, and I was being very professional. I was making sure each little strand of hair was in place, every chain was the right length and hanging in the right position from the walls. It was very vivid and quite enjoyable.

Sin City, not really a review

2005-04-05T09:44:00.000-05:00

Watched the movie Sin City two nights ago. I still can't say what I think about it. I recommend seeing it at least for the visuals. And i'm not just talking about the naked women. I'm referring to how the movie looks like a live action comic book. For those of you that don't know, Sin City started out as comic books and graphic novels before going to the big screen. I think fans of the books will really enjoy this film. I was a little in the dark on this movie going into it not knowing the story. That doesn't hurt the film in my opinion. You aren't given a back story like you get in other movies, but that's fine. They just jump right into it. Anyway... this movie is violent, sexist and gritty. If you are a feminist/semi-feminist then I don't recommend viewing this movie.

2005-03-31T21:32:00.000-06:00

The light hurts my eyes

Most pointless dream ever?

2005-03-29T11:15:00.001-06:00

So last night I had a dream that I looked into one of the pockets on a pair of my black dress pants, and the material inside was black with white stripes. Like it was made out of a pin striped suit. What the hell does that have to do with anything?

2005-03-22T23:01:00.000-06:00

why do i have to have a caption?

let me sleep

2005-03-22T22:38:00.000-06:00

"Take me down
to the infirmary
lay me down
on cotton sheets
Put a damp cloth
on my forehead
lay me down
and let me sleep"

- not mine

What now?

2005-03-22T20:28:00.000-06:00

It's over. Done with. No hope left. Not another chance. I have to move on, right?

?

2005-03-13T18:56:00.000-06:00

Have you ever gotten emotional from hearing someones voice?

Grrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-03-09T12:11:00.000-06:00

Working here at ,work, is really turning me into a jerk. No, an asshole. Dealing with customers that don't listen, agents that are helpless and calling me for every simple little thing and co-workers is driving me nuts. I am finding myself in a bad mood more often every day at work. It's probably a good thing I started off nice because of I was a dick when I started here, I would have quit or I would have said/done something that would've gotten me fired long ago. Stupid work.

Be cool my brother, Be Cool

2005-03-08T08:46:00.000-06:00

I watched the movie Be Cool last night. I must say I was surprised how funny it was. From the commercials I didn't expect much from it. I have the movie Get Shorty, which I like and so I thought I wouldn't mind seeing Be Cool since it was a sequel, though I can't remember any of the commercials billing it as such. Let me tell you that the Rock (of wrestling fame and now movies) played one of the funniest gay characters I have ever seen. I was very glad to hear about him taking this role. Up to now he has been doing your run of the mill action movies. Which is fine, I like to watch the Rock in movies. But this was a good move for him. He showed he could do more.
I stole this synopsis(below) from a movie site because I didn't feel like writing one myself.

"Chili Palmer finding an up-and-coming singer and deciding to move out of the movie business and into the snake pit known as the music business. He teams up with widow/failing record producer Edie (Uma Thurman), takes on a gang of Russians who are to the mob as the Bad News Bears are to baseball, squares off with Harvey Keitel, and faces down the gay bodyguard (The Rock) of a white guy/music manager (Vince Vaughn) who wears a lot of red and thinks hes ghetto. Chili also has to deal with a rival record producer (played by Cedric the Entertainer) who uses members of his successful rap group (including Andre Benjamin from Outkast) as enforcers."

Sure, more detail could be given about the story, but I don't wanna. I have read some pretty bad reviews about this movie this morning and I don't agree with any of them. I enjoyed this movie and it's cast and would recommend it to anyone, unless you don't like to laugh. Then I wouldn't be talking to you anyway. :)

Do wop, dooooooo wop!!

2005-03-07T09:16:00.000-06:00

I had a dream last night. I saw Jonathan Davis, Dave Grohl and Billy Jo (lead singers of Korn, Foo Fighters, and Green Day, respectively) out on a street corner singing Do-wop music. Very strange indeed.

Creatures from the sea

2005-02-28T09:12:00.000-06:00

I had a dream a couple nights ago. I remember being in a hallway and passing someone on my way to this vending machine. I got to the machine and saw that they had, among the many other items, two kinds of corn dogs. Regular and Seafood filled. Having never seen or heard of a corn dog with seafood, I chose that one.

Time is against us

2005-02-11T08:05:00.000-06:00

My grandmother died this morning. 5:43Am. Her health has declined rapidly over 3 days. I expected it to happen especially after we all talked to the doctor on Wednesday. Even though he suggested a more aggressive treatment (move to ICU, life support,etc...) you could tell from how he talked and what he said that this would only delay her demise. There was no way of turning it around. While I was sleeping in my nice warm bed this morning, my grandmother was in the hospital and going through cardiac arrest close to 4AM. They brought her back. Me and my brother got to the hospital a little after 5. Ryan left to go to work, thinking she would just be in this same state for a few days or more. Shortly after he left all her vital signs just dropped off. She was gone. It was pretty strange to look at a body that was lifeless. Just a broken vessel.

Is Zulu the cheapest parade around?

2005-02-09T08:51:00.000-06:00

I have never been to Zulu or Rex (two of the most recognizable names in Mardi Gras) and I finally got to go this year. First off it must be the cheapest parade of Mardi Gras. They used floats from other parades (and yes, I know that many organizations do this) but the signs didn't even match the floats. Other parades at least make signs that go with the theme of the float. Zulu seemed to use signs that it has had for years. Someone jokingly suggested that this might be a tradition of Zulu. Maybe that when they first started they had to borrow floats from other organizations and they just kept doing the same thing. I thought.. this could be true. Of course I am not going to research this idea. Instead I am just going to assume that Zulu is just cheap. As for the Rex parade, I missed most of that because I went down the street to the bar. Neither of the parades threw much to the crowd. I really don't care about that, but I know the other people do.

Arnold photoshops his way to the presidency

2005-02-07T09:48:00.000-06:00

I have had this same dream two nights in a row now. Each night I woke up after it and thought i'd remember it when I awoke again later. Both times I was wrong. I only remember that Arnold Schwarzenegger was trying to blackmail me into giving him a copy of Photoshop (for some reason that didn't make sense to me) so he could become president of the United States. Arnold sure was being a total ass about it. That's all I remember right now.

White Noise is a Black hole of a movie

2005-02-04T11:58:00.000-06:00

For those who haven't wasted their money to see the movie WHITE NOISE, i'll warn you now. Don't see this movie. If you must, wait for it to come out for rent, get a copy from someone or even wait for it to make it to the TV. For me the movie moved along slow but I did get interested in it around the middle. Then the end came around and I was mad that I paid $7.50 to see it and actually waited around till it ended. None of the questions that you will have get answered.

Liver on Parade

2005-02-03T11:13:00.000-06:00

Tomorrow (Friday,February 2nd, 2005) starts my parade weekend. Going to see my friend Darius' Parade Orpheus and then maybe make it to the after party at his house. On Saturday is the biggest and best parade of the season (in my opinion), Endymion. Sunday is Bachus and Monday is Lundi Gras (day before Mardi Gras) but we haven't decided what we are doing on that day. I don't think we are making it anywhere on Mardi Gras day itself. I don't mind because that day is usually crowded and obnoxious. Plus i'll need some time to let my liver recover or have a liver transplant. If anyone has a healthy human liver to donate, it would be appreciated.

Humans love to hurt themselves

2005-02-03T10:51:00.000-06:00

I recently saw the movie CLOSER. It stars Natalie Portman, Jude Law, Julia Roberts and ... let me look up this last fellow...ah yes, Clive Owen. In short it is about this cast of four that come to know each other through different circumstances and most of them end up cheating on their girlfriends/wife/husband/whatnot with the other characters. When the characters partners find out about their indiscretcions (mostly the males) are insistent on torturing themselves with the details. They have to hear about how their lovers cheated on them. What they did, how they did it, and where. At first I thought these guys were just nuts for doing this to themselves. But then after a few days I've come to realize that's how people are. Most anyone would react that way. Humans are just itching for punishment. I know sometimes I am.

Testing, testing, 1.2.3., no one pees on a church quite like me

2005-02-03T09:38:00.000-06:00

Hello all. This is my first blog ever and this post is really just a test to see what the heck i'm doing. I invite just about anyone to comment on this page and whatever nonsense I post here.