August 2001

August 29, 2001 (again)
Ow.

No. I mean: OW.

I got in the car an hour ago, sat down, leaned back, and I felt a sharp pain in my back. I figured I somehow strained my back getting in. After all, I'm getting damn old. But after I heard the muffled buzzing from directly behind me, I determined I had, in fact, been stung by a bee.

OW.

Don't. Sit. On. A. Bee. Words to live by.

I take no joy in extinguishing life - regardless of the form - due to my practice of Black Sect Feng Shui and my Buddhist leanings. But, lemme tell you, I went MEDIEVAL on that bee. I spun 'round in my seat and stabbed the damn thing through it's little, bitty bee heart with my car key. I carved that thing like a Thanksgiving turkey. I mean, if I was a qualified sushi chef, I woulda made Bumble Bee Maki outta that cursed beast.

Stung me right through my shirt, it did. I can only imagine the damage had I been shirtless - as I normally am when cruising the boulevard in my El Camino.

Bees. The not-so-silent enemy.

August 29, 2001
It's in the wee morn hours and I just finished up some freelance work fueled by coffee and REO Speedwagon. What the hell is the matter with me? R. E. O. Speedwagon. I might as well grow a friggin mullet. The worst part is, it sounded really good.

I'll have to listen to some of the new Crystal Method tomorrow to get clean again.

Ok, it's time for me to fly.

August 26, 2001
I think true friendship can be at least partially defined as a relationship that doesn't suffer from time apart.

August 16, 2001
I must heed Stumpy's clarion call and post something here. Damn. And I was doing so good there for a coupla days...

So, it seems that there's a hundred or so sharks gathering off the Florida coast in the Gulf of Mexico, and the 'shark experts' haven't a clue why. They say that the warm waters attract small fish, which in turn attracts the sharks, but there's never been a gathering of this magnitude.

Maybe they want that kid's arm back.

Enjoy, Stumps.

August 8, 2001
Today's haiku:

Last coffee filter
Disappointment and sadness
Stop and Shop beckons

August 7, 2001
Wayne and I can't seem to agree on this 'peeing in the shower' issue.

I just don't get it. I mean, why pee in the shower when there's a perfectly functional toilet bowl just a couple feet away. Maybe closer, depending on the layout of your bathroom. I can practically hit it without even leaving the shower, but that's probably a little more information than you needed to know. (and an altogether unpleasant visual.)

You don't put dirty dishes on your kitchen floor, do you? (and if you do, you're a nasty pig. You probably pee in the shower, too.) Why not? There's more space on the floor than in the sink. Hell, it'd just be easier drop them on the floor when you're done. But no, you put them in the sink, or right in the dishwasher, because that's where they go.

And, as a little news flash to some of you:

Pee. Goes. In. The. Toilet.

Thank you. As you were.

August 6, 2001
I was raised Catholic. That all came to an end when I was still pretty young and found a couple passages in the Bible that didn't sit all that well with me. Kinda gave me the impression that I was glimpsing the agenda of someone other than the Big Man.

Nowadays, I'm fairly suspicious of any organized religion. Granted, I'm no expert, but they all pretty much smack of politics in fancier robes. However, if being a part of one of these groups gives people hope/makes them feel better, hey, go to town.

If I have any belief system at all, it pretty much boils down to karma. I think that the things you do - actions, thoughts, words - come back to you.

For some, that's hard to imagine.