mephausto

Agenda Items -- Super Crane Style Edition:
1.) Agenda Items
2.) Preamble
3.) The Dismissal of Sgt. Fuckhead
4.) The Continuing Effects of a Convoluted Situation
5.) A Moment of Observation
6.) Metaphoric Meandering
7.) Ahoy, Mateys.
8.) PostScript

I, Mephausto, promise the funk, promise to keep this promise I'll keep the funk. Always and forever, WE funk.

For a while now, Sgt. Fuckhead and I had been butting heads over such simple issues, mostly due to the fact that I had to do my job in making sure that everyone's playing according to the guidelines in our facility and he just wanted to do his own thing. So, the general result of this was that he recieved consequences from me, then got angry, tried to go over my head to get things resolved and gain power and control, and didn't get anything changed. Now, being Sgt. Fuckhead and having issues with both authority and those younger than him in authority, this really raised the ire of Sgt. Fuckhead. Also being the mysoginist asshole that he is, Sgt. Fuckhead begin saying that it was a matter of me "trying to prove that my cock was bigger than [his]"... well, seeing as his is now dismissed due to making threatening remarks towards me, he now carries the shame inherent in having his manhood not face up to the endowment that my family lineage has given me. heh. I just had to do that joke.

As I mentioned, her boyfriend went back to Arizona, but I decided that I want nothing to do with her. However, being suddenly in the fresh absence of her long-time relationship partner, she's beginning to slip into a less-than-stable head space, prompting her to flitter in and out of work, and--when faced with my newly founded emotional boundaries--a pair of phone calls during work to ask why my mood had changed around her. After explaining my desire to simmer things down and try to establish friendship and do nothing, period, until this relationship of hers is completely and utterly finished. So. Now begins the trials of the woman at a loss, of one in mourning. This is why I have chosen to not become involved.

The world has gone crazy.

One must think that perhaps one's weight is somehow counterbalanced, since one's weight is not distributed equally, but the simple fact that one can achieve varying degrees of balance in various ways of occupying space offers a proof in the idea that though certain protrusions hold certain weights, that others will make up for it. In my mind, there are many pathways of musculature connection that allow data streaming from your ear canals to flow through every single intersection, allowing reflexion and balance in situations when one allows the feeling of the movement to impact the balance of the movement rather than trying to force the balance into the movement...

Now to a belated topic. pyratwilly. pw's one of my closest friends of all time, and though I've only known him since college, we've helped each other survive a lot and still do. I'd tell you some stories, but instead I'm just going to tell you the possible titles of those stories. They are as follows: "The Tragic Events Following the Chugging of a Dry Martini", "The Wrestling Match ...or, How pw nearly lost his earlobe to Meph", "How pw saved Meph's soul through unfiltered wheat beer, subway, and public urination", "Too Many Tragic Dreams", "How I Learned to Survive North Dakota Through the Hatred of the Human Species", "pw's Portland Adventure", "I spent how many hours watching Meph play video games? by pw", and finally " Meph took 12 shots of tequila, pw took none, Meph puked, and pw wanted to." You'll have to ask him about all of that.

p.s. JennaNaomi thinks I'm gay. She's a funny sort.