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category : teh wurld
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not only is it a generally awesome country, but prez. chavez knows what’s up, yo.
of course i’m sure that right this moment bush has a special sect of the CIA — or you know all of it — entirely devoted to taking chavez out. he’ll have a freak accident or his plane will be shot down by a “stray missle” or something.
but really, i wish more world leaders had the cojones to step up and proclaim: yes, george w. bush is a fucking moron. a megolomaniac idiot.
but alas…
and i don’t even get why so many people let that crazed hillbilly get away with so much, it’s frustrating, and maddening. and at the end of the day, 2008 is too far off.
additionally, national guard has been deployed to new england because it has been raining for a few days. nothing terribly drastic, mind you. nothing like a hurricane or even the dreaded nor’easter. no, just rain. but see, in massachusetts and new hampshire, some folks are being forced to leave their homes. now, with national guard assistance! sweet jesus!!!
it’s water, water everywhere
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category : music
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i can’t stop listening to gnarls barkley. which is weird, because sometimes i really am annoyed by dj dangermouse, ya now? but cee lo has always had a warm spot in my heart.
does that make me crazy?
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category : daily grind
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and trying not to have a full-on, freak-out spazz attack. (it is a totally futile effort, by the way)
::breathes::
next wednesday, at 5:30 p.m. EST i’m going to attempt a fairly major “career” advancement. i’m somewhat prepared, or rather, i’ve been preparing for this for over three years in some way or another, but i am absolutely scared shitless right now. i know i shouldn’t be, i know the VP is a nice dude. and i know my stuff. but mother of god…so nervous. crap like this *always* makes me nervous. and i’ve already bitten my nails down enough as it is, thank god it’s going to be a conference call — hooray for the VP being based out of Chicago. still….nervous!
i mean…ok, i don’t want to jinx it or get my hopes up or anything. but, things could be so much better if everything works out. both in my life personally and for my job. not just for my job, but for the company.
oh man…
edited to add:
job #2 gave me free pizza today
and i have bill nye videos in my possession.
::SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE::
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category : whatnot
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last night i heard from an old roommate, one i haven’t spoken to/seen in…well shit, years. it wasn’t bad, quite nice actually. just somewhat strange. one of those weird moments that hits you out of nowhere. i mean, i certainly wasn’t expecting it. and we parted ways on friendly terms — though my leaving the house was a nightmare that i’d sooner forget. it’s just, we didn’t really keep in touch.
and all of a sudden: boom! there he is. and he’s all chipper and friendly and whatnot — or as much as you can be online, i guess. and it’s kind of surreal. how do you effectively answer “what’s new in your life?” in a few lines, ya know? cuz like, and this might seem weird, but i’m such a completely different person from the kid that had the porch room in that dusty ol’ watertown house. like, i wouldn’t even know where to begin.
and mike, jesus! he has a kid! i mean, i had heard his girlie thing was expecting a few months after i moved, but wow. a kid. like, a live person that he is responsible for and shit — and that in & of itself is kind of a hilarious thought. mike was a total meathead that i’m sure would eat a child, but a loveable meathead. who, surprisingly, worked with children. deaf & blind children, in fact. additionally, his kid is nearly 2 years old. jesustits. so like, it’s been over 2 years. i couldn’t even begin to accurately categorize the last two years. or more…
mind-boggling.
and this is the dude that used to fry up a pound of bacon as a ‘snack’, all the while telling me the virtues of a well-shorn nutsack. this is the dude who totally trusted me with the keys to his explorer & provided the occasional solo-excursion out of the hellhole that is watertown (thanks, mike!). this is the dude that thought tony hawk was the greatest video game ever made. heh. and he’s stilll kickin’ around and such.
of course, the neatest thing out of our entire exchange is: i totally converted him & didn’t even know it. that’s right, boys & girls. mike p., my old roommate & dig dug partner, is a mac user now. proud owner of a shiny new imac, in fact.
spiffy.
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category : filler, teh wurld
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stephen colbert is still my hero. and while he hasn’t replaced john stewart in my heart, i would definitely at least consider leaving that hilariously dreamy jew-bag for mr. colbert. you know, at least for a long-weekend or something.
but what i’m really getting at right now is: i have nothing remotely interesting to say. or if i did, i have thus forgotten it completely.
besides, what stephen colbert has to say is by far more amusing than anything i could wrangle up…
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los caminos de la vida, no son como yo pensaba, no son como imaginaba, no son como yo creia.
always on cinco de mayo, i miss home. which is weird, cuz there is virtually nothing i miss about colorado. i mean, aside from friends & family. it’s just that on this day, this time of year & most of the summer, i miss the atmosphere.
i miss being immersed in people and things that are familiar. i miss the comfort of it, of being free from scrutiny. nobody asks me “what” i am there. nobody cares, even if they don’t know.
simple shit, really. the faintest hints of homesickness. which are just so hard to process accurately because i still don’t feel “at home” anywhere, ya know. i mean, boston — for all of it’s advantages and opportunities — is still cold and foreign. i don’t think i’ll ever fit in here, not all the way. and i’m ok with that, really. i’m not sure this is a place i want to assimilate into. especially since the accent is grating on my nerves, and i hate the redsox with a burning rage. (fuck you, fenway)
but anyway, cinco de mayo. at home, even though it degenerated over the years, cinco de mayo is so much fun. there’s a parade, various barbecues and drinkerings and celebrations in the lj city park. there’s my uncle cooking sopa & frijoles at grama becerra’s house & my daddy fixin’ up the lawn with a cooler of corona (which has morphed from the modelo which morphed from the michelob) on ice by the steps. and he would make chicarrones & fried potatoes for dinner, and we’d get tamales too. so freaking yummy. it’s so hard to get good food like that out here, so much grody stuff. then again, there is no thai or chinese at home, really. which i love…and the italian selections are “questionable” at best. so, trade off?
and sunshine. god i miss the sunshine so much. i’m so pale these days! it’s sickening. and when i go home, my uncles make fun of me. even the butt nugget is way darker than me now.
and like, you have all these drunks running around being just plain stupid on st. patrick’s day –and they get a fucking parade! — and nobody even knows what cinco de mayo is around here, anyway. it’s like, you’d think an are that was so gung-ho to ostracize the french post-9/11 would be fired up to join in a celebration all about defeating the french…but noooooo, they’d rather drink green beer and pass out in a puddle of their own vomit. te lo juro, that’s new england for you. today is just as important to american history as it is to mexican history, really. yet, it’s given so little acknowledgement it’s often confused with the mexican independence day (that’s sept. 16th, y’all). i mean, people here even know when boxing day is. but…whatever.
::sigh::
my only recourse is to rock the kick-ass sombrero celebrations tomorrow in style. and of course, i did bring in “holy mother of god!”-style spicy guacamole & salsa to job #1 today. just to spread the love & whatnot. even if they don’t really know what it’s for.
¡viva mexico! ¡feliz cinco de mayo!
also: take of your pants, y’all!
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