Well....That's it for me. I have to leave the world of the internet and reclaim my existence before I end up going the way of Seven Pounds or Gran Torino. My fondest farewell to those loyal few who have bothered to read my ramblings and took the time to comment. Justin, shoot me an email when you get a chance.
Hunter Stockton Thompson wrote something a few years prior to his alleged suicide that fits quite well with the current global climate and the demise of the middle class.
The horrible reality of suddenly being stone broke and homeless is more than most people in this country can handle. They will literally seize up and go mad. Your everyday Nervous Breakdown is nothing compared to... Read More
The P90X kicked my ass. Im doing bits and pieces of it. I know I should be following the whol work out. Im so out of shape Im working out to get into shape to follow the dvds.
Hello out there in SG land. I've been somewhat scarce of late while I took some time to wallow in self pity. My apologies. I've been indulging in fascist architecture and elitist appliances while taking fa-a-ar too long to remodel this fucking house. I have become something of a hermit, contenting myself in my excessive underachievement and feeling the repercussions of the numerous bridges I... Read More
Try not to let shit get you down. I do understand just what you're going through. I once dealt with dozens or even hundreds of people every day and knew so many people that my phone got full and I had to delete some people. I had a circle of (what I thought were) great friends. These days, it's me and my dad and two cats. Oh, and my motorcycle and this amplifier I'm building.
And yeah, the bike runs pretty damn good. I got in with a group of whipper snappers on their modern whizbang CBRs and GSXRs, and I kept up just fine... experience helps, I've been riding longer than most of those guys have been alive. Hell, my bike is older than those guys! Towards the end of my time with them, we got on the highway and punched it up to about 100 and stayed there, so I stepped out to the other lane and waled on it! I passed 'em all and took the next exit and headed for home. It felt good to show those kids what a fat old man on an old home made bike can do!
That is really sweet. I'm sorry things didn't turn out the best with the girl though it does sound like it has helped you to work some other useful things out. It is too easy to create something more wonderful out of someone who isn't really so great. I think I read way too much and so I feel like things like love should be an amalgamation of all these fictional experiences I have collected in my mind. I think I will be endlessly disappointed if I don't start being a little more realistic sadly! Hope you're well and feeling a little better about things.
It's not an easy path, this life of lunacy. With each day's passing, things bear an ever increasing resemblance to a Terry Gilliam film, as sanity grows soft around the edges.
So wait... It's actually over? Eight years of outright bull-shit is finally over?!? We don't have to be disgusted and ashamed of our so-called leaders?
I had also heard that the film industry had dicked around with the release date of "Milk" although I never really saw any legitimate proof of that either. Politics and Hollywood are inextricably bound these days, it seems. Strange bedfellows, I guess.