Before there was American Idol, there were song-poems.
Before I had a full-time job that I love, I had a full-time job that I hated. When I was feeling particularly jaded in my job, I spent entire days downloading the ENTIRE collection and playing and archiving them and imagining that I could write bad songs. I see on metafilter that there is a movie now.
2.24.2006
2.14.2006
go sno blow yourself
Its been a long time since I have had to travel outside the city (or my home) on snowy days. Sunday worked out to be okay. A mellow soft quiet calm plow out for mondays a.m. delayed schedule.
Monday getting home didn't work out so well. After a quick visit to the realtors, it occurred to me that any unclaimed chair spots would be full at that hour. I decided to park in an illegal spot figuring that some sources have been calling this a blizzard. Bad idea. I got stuck just backing in.
I went in for a moment to just be away from snow and car. I returned with my shovel to ease the delivery of my vehicle into place. It had now become hard tough dirty ice from all the people driving up the street spitting it out and then packing it down. An SUV pulled slowly up to me and my running car. I should say I was already quietly raging at my own physical incompetance against this surprising state of snow. I blurted out "Get lost!". I actually said "get lost"! loudly too. I was immediately embarrassed by my own hot fury staring at the couple inside who I thought was trying to grab my space who began to appear like they were going to give me a hand until I indicated otherwise. Couples don't help. they want to get a soda at Royal Farms and go home and watch tv. Philanthropic people are independent.
Minutes later as I begin to enjoy savagely tearing into ice and snow, a gentleman approaches by foot, "you straight?". "I'm straight." I mean I was. I was going to town. I soo genuinely appreciated this approach though- offering up some assistance without making me feel helpless. On his way back out of the RoFo, he told me I looked like a guy the way that I was shovelling. I was hurling huge rocks of ice over my shoulder hoping to hit someone. Then I busted myself in the face with the shovel.
Thank goodness my roomate pulled up at that instant as the emotional, independent, physical exhaustion began to take over. She told me she gladly had a fireman help her from her spot with a couple tips that she shared with me.
Monday getting home didn't work out so well. After a quick visit to the realtors, it occurred to me that any unclaimed chair spots would be full at that hour. I decided to park in an illegal spot figuring that some sources have been calling this a blizzard. Bad idea. I got stuck just backing in.
I went in for a moment to just be away from snow and car. I returned with my shovel to ease the delivery of my vehicle into place. It had now become hard tough dirty ice from all the people driving up the street spitting it out and then packing it down. An SUV pulled slowly up to me and my running car. I should say I was already quietly raging at my own physical incompetance against this surprising state of snow. I blurted out "Get lost!". I actually said "get lost"! loudly too. I was immediately embarrassed by my own hot fury staring at the couple inside who I thought was trying to grab my space who began to appear like they were going to give me a hand until I indicated otherwise. Couples don't help. they want to get a soda at Royal Farms and go home and watch tv. Philanthropic people are independent.
Minutes later as I begin to enjoy savagely tearing into ice and snow, a gentleman approaches by foot, "you straight?". "I'm straight." I mean I was. I was going to town. I soo genuinely appreciated this approach though- offering up some assistance without making me feel helpless. On his way back out of the RoFo, he told me I looked like a guy the way that I was shovelling. I was hurling huge rocks of ice over my shoulder hoping to hit someone. Then I busted myself in the face with the shovel.
Thank goodness my roomate pulled up at that instant as the emotional, independent, physical exhaustion began to take over. She told me she gladly had a fireman help her from her spot with a couple tips that she shared with me.
2.06.2006
Sotu Mountain
The only part of the State of the Union Address I caught included the line about being addicted to oil. Whats with cowboys inability to quit shit?
2.02.2006
inspection
I may have spoke to soon when I used the word "bought" in reference to a house. In doing so, I have jinxed it. Instead of writing about how bummed this is and could turn out to be, I will link to my first ever podcast listening-- episode 8 of the Ricky Gervais show. If there was ever a reason on this earth to use weed in my life, it would need to include an opportunity to share a laugh with this brilliant laughing chap.
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