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oh pishaw. or however you spell that. well, this is my first new page completed with my new computer. yep, after some six years of slopping around with the old one, i've got me something new. pretty kewl actually. it's also the first computer i didn't build myself. got a dell this time around and it's pretty darn neat. don't think i could have beat the price on my own so that's like the added bonus. kewl thing is it's a heck of a lot faster and a lot more friendly, so maybe i'll actually start doing some of those things i've been putting off for a while. and of course i got roller coaster tycoon 3 to go along with it, which is pretty fucking kewl in and of itself. but enough about bytes and bits. i had an interesting conversation the other day which did absolutely nothing to restore my faith in humanity. nothing. talking to this guy who was soooo interested in the world and wondered how things were and such, and why and all those questions that float through my brain so constantly, only to find out that he didn't really want to learn anything more in life. i was somewhat taken aback by it ... i'd heard of it happening on like jerry springer or some damn thing, but not in my face. but alas it was true, he absolutely didn't want to know anything about anything more in life. failure to evolve i guess ... and we're all guilty of that sin in some respects, but this was like a total failure or something. twisted in a way i suppose, but for some reason or another it really threw me back. and then on even sadder news, i cancelled my annual fishing trip for the first time in like a million years, or at least since i got my ass unhitched from the first wife. so i've got like total mixed feelings about that to be sure, but i'm hopefully gonna get the opportunity now to do a little flyfishing out of state and get away for a tad from the old stomping grounds. i'm gonna miss that routine though, god i'm gonna miss it. sniff sniff. all things considered i guess, this ain't been the best of years so far ... what with working too much, relationships (or ship as the case is), and my general health (read blood clot). pretty much trying to keep the stiff upper lip with all this, but at times the stress has been showing, mostly heaped up as anger towards overbearing mothers (bless her by the way). and now with the gf gone, there's nobody here to talk to intelligently ... mom's don't count. newport's so far away these days and ms. controller has left the building and i'm all alone in the 100 acre buddhist woods. maybe it really is time to be truly introspective. but aside from all that, tiger has to apologize for being a spaz, tom cruise is more and more of an irritating idiot every day, rumsfeld must die, punk is dead, metal is dead, mexico is invading the united states and we're being far to "french" about it, if you catch my drift, gas is three fuckin dollars a gallon and exxon is shitting gold bullion, and the worst of it all ... you wanna know the worst of it all ... god damn motherfucking steve jones ... guitar god of the sex pistols ... the one band on earth who ain't really sold out, fucking sold out. totally. plugging his radio show and god knows what else. i don't even remember what fucking product or service he was shilling but, god damn there he was calling some fuck on the radio to tell him all about some stupid ass thing. i almost cried ... the who, bowie, led zeppelin, the beatles, all of them i can see selling out ... but johnny rotten and the lads? the shame. of course i know a buck is a buck, and whatever people want to do is their own fucking business, but it sure made me sad to see one of the last holdouts from my youth crumble before my ears. and with that, i'm gonna go finish my wine and go to bed. you all have a good night, and thank god that bucky covington finally got voted off american idol. just goes to show you there is hope for us afterall. snuff
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