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realized i should have posted something about the trip by now, but never did. i'll worry about it later i think. so here i am. another friday night and my head is pounding from the job, the stress, or just the whole life thing. just watched some fireworks go off in the distance. seems as if they've been doing it down near the retard center ever since i've been living in this place. at least i think that's where it's coming from. can't seem to believe that some crappy ass industrial company is having a fireworks show for their late shift employees, but you never know, lol. in any event .,.. just finished reading atlas shruged by ayn rand. been meaning to read it for some years now, but never picked up the book. ended up being one of those reads you don't wanna put down for anything. got through it and found out just whot he fuck john galt was, lol. so now i'm like torn between my socialist sensibilities and my ultra conservative business at any expense mentalities. i think ayn described an idea world where the big producers and creators were actually the way she depicted them. maybe a few are ... bill gates of all people comes to mind and a few others, but you just have to look at the shit that went down with enron and the total lack of compassion some corporations seem to have for anybody, or anything, except for the almighty bottom line and their shareholders. i also liked the little torrid romances between dagny and her fellow industrialists, but that's another story ... and it was nowhere near as neat as lady chatterly or anne rice's beauty. hee hee. work and everything else is pretty much the same, and after a year of working in the valley, i'm coming to the realization that i'm only half the man i used to be, to quote somebody who plays better than me. even went to see static-x last weekend and wasn't totally impressed by the whole deal. of course tripp is probably still in jail for screwing around or just plain screwing minors. dumb ass. like eighteen ain't good enough. hee hee. but enough whining. drinking some kenwood tonight out of a cup made by an artist up in santa barbara. pretty wicked, got a skull on it and everything else. somewhat symbolic i suppose. hopefully it ain't all that close to reality as i once again feel that nagging throb in the back of my head. you gotta wonder. it sucks getting old. but in any event, i only really came on here to check some email and ended up typing this. hey hey. so i'm gonna go do what i intentionally planned to do and that was go to bed and try and stop that throb that's worrying me to no end. so on that note, i'll catch you fuckers on the next round. i'll get to the hot creek transcriptions later, lol. ciao snuff |
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