GETTING BETTER

One of the nice things about my life right now is simply the fact that no matter how grey life is,the sun seems to keep shining through the grey. Who knew that proverbial sunny day would be so nice to feel. Well I know now, how it's supposed to make you feel, and it's nice, very very nice.

DAY 3 AND JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER

Hehehehehe, I realize the more sleep one gets the day before the less sleep they need for the next day. I have been awake since roughly 2:30 AM and been out of bed since about 4:00 AM. That in and of itself is pretty foreign to me. I'm usually going to sleep at 9ish AM and waking up at 9ish PM. This is usually a restless sleep. Or in some cases a "green label" induced sleep. Which means it is neither restful nor a "good nights" sleep. So I was awake. Yay me. So Wg does this badges thing for POGO and I helped her get the "Sweet Tooth" badge thingy. But for the last couple games I had a helper on my knee. As we giggled and compared who was cooler stories (he won) WG was standing behind us. I think this little Norman Rockwell-esque situation made her happy. Yo know when you can feel someone beaming with happiness...well I felt that. I knew it was different than the usual beaming that takes place (usually with a baseball bat, my head and the terrifying shriek "Won't fill the ice cubes HUH?!?!?!?!?!" but I digress). It was a heart warming and very comforting setting this morning. Does this mean I'm getting domesticated? Does this mean that I'm setteling down? Does this mean I can keep asking questions like this to take up space on my blog? Does this mean I can finally know the answer to how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop, without biting? Does anyone know how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuckcould chuck wood?

INSERT BANJO MUSIC

Hehehehe, I realized today that the smaller the town, the nicer the Goodwill. I also realized that when your Goodwill is in the same stripmall that your Family Dollar, Grocery Store and Hallmark store are, you sure can do a lot of price comparisons, and no-one looks at you funny. Well unless you happen to be a Mexican wearing a pair cut-off scrub pants in a place where flannel and denim are as popular as breathing. I knew I was in flannel country when I was in the goodwill and a 15 foot section of shirts that were for sale were flannel. From size teeny weenie to "OH MERCIFUL MINERVA!!!" To quote Marisa Tomei from the most awesome flick "My Cousin Vinny"..."yeah, you blend." Yay me...is that dueling banjo's playing?

AND "BOX"ING IS THE NEW FAVORITE PAST TIME

There are some conversations that I really wish I wasn't a part of...especially when dealing with fuzzy boxes, dirty boxes, shared boxes, and boxes that light up when someones on them, and especially if they blink...sometimes I wonder about our future...than I realize...oh crap these are my peers. So who wants to hedge their bets on the next generation?

HOLY COW DID A MOUSE JUST FART

You know it's quiet here. It's really quiet. I never noticed how nice that was. I can here the fish tank, and the clock ticking away the seconds. I can here the cars driving on the raod a block away, and I have no desire to turn on a cd, radio or the TV. As I type away at this keyboard, each keystroke almost sounds like thunder, because it happens to be the loudest thing I hear. At the same time though, the silence also makes a noise all it's own. Kind of like the same way a room might be dark, but when you close your eyes the darkness is deeper and darker. I mean I can hear the chair I'm sitting on creak when I lean back on it, I can hear the wind as it blows. I can hear the people laugh as they walk past the house on the sidewalk below. But, for me that is, the most refreshing thing is simply that I'm not thinking right now. My brain is actually quite peaceful. That silence, is actually the nicest feeling. For once I am at peace with myself. No inner turmoil. No self doubts. No insecurities. Nothing at all, ezcept the patient waiting for WG to get home. Oh sure it won't be quiet anymore, but it's a nice sound to have, after a day of silence. So you want to know something? Today is turning out to be a perfect day.

ROCK N ROLL A BYE BYE

I slept today. That's all I did, well except for the blog entry and the transferring of money to the ex, other than that that was all. Watched a little TV after WG came home, but all I did otherwise was sleep. It felt good. I actually feel awake for the first time in a long time. I feel invigorated, I feel great. Hell, I feel like a new man. Oh wow is it bed time already? Good I was feeling sleepy.

ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Well I'll be hitting the road for possibly the last time again. Well atleast in the fact that I won't be living in Waukesha, WI anymore...or ever again. Never wanted to move back in the first place, but that's ancient history, along with the reason. You know, you think I should be worried, but I'm not, and that's the cool part. I was talking to my mom today, and she was pretty sad about me leaving, but she was also very very happy because of where I was going. That was cool, and I know when I tell WG she'll get all smiley because she likes the fact that my mom likes her, and sides with her, even if they're both wrong, because when you put them together, they're right and of course I feel the pain later. I think my life is about to change, and all I can see are good things happening. talk to you all later.

STILL ON THE ROAD SOMEHOW

went to see WG...went to the shack with WGM, WGD, WG and WGG...out in the middle of duh boonies...relaxing-tension slipping away-eyes getting sleepy-it's not even 1030...going to sleep...

DALLAS IS BEHIND ME...sort of

dallas trip is over...going 100 mph, need a break...go to see WG...finally get to relax...leave an email for the ex...get to sleep...day over sorta

DALLAS TRIP...day 3 sorta

wake up early...still feeling good...drivng home...the drive felt longer than it should have...God hates us...3 days of driving in rain...eww...trying to stop at a Waffle House for dinner, couldn't find one, stopped at Wendy's, got back on expressway...there's a damn waffle house...God does not like us at all...missed our turn, it's ok we've been here before...got off expressway in springfeild IL, took 30 mins to get back on expressway...missed our turn again...god is having a good ol' belly laff on us...finally get home...unpack car...have a JD salute on surviving our drive...

DALLAS TRIP...day 2 sorta

wake up, get tour...do more driving...start drinking again...take nap...go out drinking yet again...end the night at Denny's

DALLAS TRIP...day 1

Lots of driving...lots and lots of driving. Destination arrived. Drinking and passing out begins...end of day one

RANDOM QUOTES FROM PEOPLE WHO ARE FUNNY or BEING LAZY AND CUTTING AND PASTING QUOTES FROMM THE BBC'S

Jeff : Do you know what would be the best way to wipe out all of human kind if you were a space alien with a special kind of mind ray...? Make all women telepathic. Because if they suddenly found out about the kind of stuff that goes on in our heads they would kill us all on the spot. Men are not people - we are disgustoids in human form


Howard : [trying to explain to Jane that he's gay] ] : Jane! I AM GAY! And I've always, always been gay! I was the sperm at the back shouting "No! Don't send me into that big scary cave!" I was the only sperm who had to be chased by the egg. Don't you get it? I'm gay.

Sally : I don't want Mr. Superbly, Incredibly Fantasticness, you stupid, stupid ass. I want you.
Patrick : Oh, for God's sake, Sally.
Sally : What? WHAT?
Patrick : I was talking about me!
Sally : I'm sor-You're Mr. Superbly, Incredibly Whatever?
Patrick : [gesturing to self] Well, yes!

[Susan is about to show the others one of her breasts] Susan : Well? Which one do you want? The left one or the right one?
Patrick : The right one. [to others]
Patrick : Trust me.
Susan : Why? What's wrong with the left one?
Patrick : Now, don't be like that. There has to be a second place.
Susan : Well, I wasn't aware you were judging them individually!
Patrick : You were asleep! I was bored!

Susan : Does your dick do all your thinking?
Patrick : Dunno. I'll ask it.

[Susan has removed the lock from the bathroom door, and doesn't understand why Steve is so upset about it] Susan : Men and toilets, the love that dare not speak its name. What's that about?
Steve : [slams hand down] We are men! Throughout history, we have always needed, in times of difficulty, to retreat to our caves. It so happens that in this modern age, our caves are fully plumbed. The toilet is, for us, the last bastion, the final refuge, the last few square feet of man-space left to us! Somewhere to sit, something to read, something to do, and who gives a damn about the smell? Because that, for us, is happiness. Because we are *men.* We are different. We have only one word for soap. We do not own candles. We have never seen anything of any value in a craft shop. We do not own magazines fill of pictures of celebrities with all their clothes *on*. When we have conversations, we actually take it in turns to talk! But we have not yet reached that level of earth-shattering boredom and inhuman despair that we would have a haircut *recreationally*. We don't know how to get excited about... really, *really* boring things, like ornaments, bath oil, the countryside, vases, small churches. I mean, we do not even know what, *what* in the name of God's *ass* is the purpose of potpourri! Looks like breakfast, smells like your auntie! Why do we need that? So please, in this strange and frightening world, allow us one last place to call our own. This toilet, this blessed pot, this... fortress of solitude. You girls, you may go to the bathroom in groups of two or more. Yet we do not pass comment. We do not make judgement. That is your choice. But we men will always walk the toilet mile... alone. [audience applauds]

THANK YOU SIR MAY I HAVE ANOTHER

Oh good golly miss molly, it's so nice to be here living breathing and looking forward to moving. and grooving. Sorry this is a little short, but I spent most of the night dealing with boys who can't sleep and emailing a friend who I have been neglecting. I'M SORRY JC FOR TAKING FOREVER TO RESPOND *DROPPING TO MY KNEES* PLEASE FIND IT IN YOUR LOVING AND CARING HEART TO FORGIVE THE WICKED WICKED WICKED MAN I AM
I really hope you forgive me soon, my knees are starting to hurt, but I'll be there, well until the boys wake up.

until than i remain begging and pleading for forgiveness man named

Jose

JUST SOME QUICK THOUGHTS ON NASCAR, RIVENDALE AND WHATEVER ELSE SEEMS TO POP IN THIS DEPRIVED STATE OF CONSCIOUSNESS

Damnit damnit damnit!!! Sure I finally get sucked into the world of NASCAR and I find a driver who I'm willing to cheer into the winners circle, other than Jeff Gordon who did do an amazing job at the UAW-GM 500 which I know WG will hate me for even mentioning the name but driving from 40th place to coming in at 2nd at the finish, thats some good driving. Although it was at the expense of race leader Kasey Kahne who lead the race simply put. Till he had some bad luck. Sadly with him out of the race, that was the only chance any other driver would get. Than I thoght it would be the driver who through sheer class, good driving and all heart had a chance. Than in the 313 lap he wrecked. Mark Martin was out of the race, and might be completely out of the Chase for the Cup. To make matters worse he's not going to be racing fulltime next year, so that means this may be my drivers last chance at the Cup.
The worst part is I don't know this is pissing me off so much. I mean I'm fairly new, ok very very new to the world of NASCAR, but it's still upsetting.
It's all about Rivendale. Go Rivendale HODOGS. In the style of Kermit the Frog "YAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"

and with that said.....

see ya

Jose

THE EVIL THAT IS SPAWNED BY FANS OF SID AND MARTY KROFFT

First you got to read this, to understand why I'm talking about this. Whatever Writes from 9-25-04

Well because of this little statement I happened to be at WG's and I was watching TV, and for some reason, I as just not getting into Days of Our Lives so I decided to channel hop. Started to watch this movie on the Lifetimes Movie Network (I know I know, but on the TV guide it said Sigourney Weaver AND Julianne Moore) called A Map of the World. It was ok but I wasn't totally in the mood for 'drama', so I watched the Program Guide again. Than 'lo and behold...Boobah ( this is 'borrowed from the Boobah website...)

ABOUT BOOHBAH Boohbah is an exciting new programme for children, with a format that fosters both creative thinking and creative movement. Boohbah is entirely designed to encourage physical action on the part of its young viewers. It deliberately combines infectious magical movement, for children to imitate, with inset stories for them to predict outcomes. The design of the show - visually and otherwise, draws upon early concepts in science, maths and art and combines these with ‘televisual magic’ to create a uniquely funny television experience. The Boohbahs, five magical atoms of power, light and fun travel in their Boohball around the world, from child to child. Fifteen countries are visited throughout the changing title sequence. The Boohbahs represent the imaginative power and light which allows children to control the screen action by the use of the magic word “Boohbah”, and send presents into an imaginary Storyworld for the Storypeople - Grandmamma, Grandpappa, Mrs Lady, Mr Man, Brother and Sister, Auntie and Little Dog Fido to play with and make a story in partnership with them. We hear the children intervening in the screen action by the sound of their blowing and their use of the word “Boohbah”. This motivates the action and moves the story along. Only Little Dog Fido is not wholly in their control! Children are totally engaged and have a lot of fun guessing which Storyperson will appear and what will happen next.

Now with that said...It's my turn. If Sid and Marty Krofft had a bastard child and left it with Larry Flynt to raise it, than gave it to PBS as a kids show you have Boobah. I started watching the show in it's halfway point only because after being shown them from Whatever Writes I had deal with the anti-christ on his own grounds. And I'm pretty sure I lost some braincells in the process. In this particular episode Grandpappa is walking around with a 4-5 foot hot dog and bun. Than all of a sudden the "hot dog" pops out of the bun, and Grandpappa is standing there holding his bun open. Than poof Grandmamma shows up gets an arm full of "hot dog" and procedes to run around holding the "hot dog" as if it were a giant penis. It was even resting against her pelvis, but of course becuase it's so huge, she kind of staggers around, than it falls into grandpappa's still open bun. If the cup had not alraedy been overflowin with latent sexual images, a bottle of ketchup "poofs into existance". Which of course grandmamma picks up and of course "by accicent" grandpappa gets a facefull. Than if that still wasn't enough, grandmamma starts to...well basically she gives herself a facefull of hot dog and bun, followed by grandpappa indulging in the greatnes that is a fake hot dog and bun.

The best thing is I haven't even got to the Boobah's yet. Again more visuals that I know you think I'm over-exagerating, but I swear on the ghost of christmas to come, all that I say is actually under described. So with that said, the Boobah's are doing this LSD laced dance with colors and swirly effects that would make any "Pink Floyd, the Wall" fan drool with hallucinatory visions and flashbacks. But the dance, and sweet sister christian, this is where I practically lost it. They do this dance where they pop their heads in and out of their bodies, which vaguely reminded me of women running into warm water, cold water and warm water again. Than they climb into these little "beds" and it looks just like a vagina with their heads being where the clitoris is, it's even got the "hood" shape. Finally the music actually sounds like happy porn music. To finish my little venture into the realm of..."Even in my most fucked-uped-ness, I couldn't even fathom the particularities that could create something like this". The worst part is I want that 15 minutes of my life back, but it's gone. Well at least it wasn't "Barb Wire".

and with that I remain

Jose

HELLO MY PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY, MY NAME ISN'T PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY...

Barberella...hehehehe. And yes that's actual dialogue from that movie. Hi everyone. How are you all today? Well it's been a while since I have updated you with the simple dealings of my existence so lets get on with it. First of all, I have found a new job and will be relocating at the end of this month. I'm moving to "Rivendale" as my new roommate, who also happens to be my cousin aka RD likes to refer to it as. New roommate you ask? Yes, I answer. Hehehehe. Well he's been at the home for almost 2 months now, as RM moved out 3 moths ago but only picked up his stuff 1 month ago. Which is too bad because I'm pretty sure most of it had a pretty good resale value. Just Kidding. But yeah that's the long and short of it all. Time to reboot the life. Time to give it a boot in the ass. Does anyone remember the show Re-Boot? "I am Pooooooooooos in Boots!" and that my friends was my "boot"y call. Ok I have come to the complete realization that a pot of coffee, a liter of diet pepsi and an empty stomach has 3 reactions. I don't have to tell you the first 2 do I?? Well the 3rd reaction is not being able to sit still, frenzied thoughts, a little bit of the shakes or something I'll just call "CAFFEINE HIGH" or how to make my heart race without the help of naked boobies. Well as things are known to happen, I sit here typing away again hoping by all means that I remain entertaining enough to read. 1600 hits and I wonder how many of you are bored by the end. I know a teller of great tales I am not but I try. Wow it's been a while since self doubt reared it's ugly yet strangely familiar head. Oh yeah I even talked with WG about learning to shoot a gun?!?! It's true. I figure it's about I started dealing with some of my fears of which I have many. Guns, snakes and heights to name the 3 big ones. Of course than there are the irrational fears such as dying and no one coming to my funeral to name one. You know I don't even know when that one first appeared. But as things go, I'm actually doing pretty good right now. I'm extrememly happy with the girlfriend situation. I'm excited about the new job and moving. I'm pretty happy with myself and the person I almost am. To quote Experiment 626 or more affectionately known as Stitch "I found it, all on my own. It's little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good" and I think that kind of says it all. So I guess with that I remain a lost but, with a little bit of luck and a whole lot of love, somehow finding his way sort of guy named...

Jose

HEHEHEHEHEHEH

You know I'm such a follower at times. I have started a web comic, and have 12 "episodes' so far. As soon as I find a way to publish them I will. But I figure at this time it's better to just have them and go from there. The best part is I realized, my life thus far has enuff stupid stuff in it that i was able to write 12 lil stories in 30 minutes. I got to tell you, yes, God does have a sense of humor. Well I'll be back in a little bit to write some more, until than I remain

Jose

DOCTOR DOCTOR, I NEED A SHOT, MAKE IT A DOUBLE JACK

Like I don't have enough distractions in my life, I found this...again. It was sent to me a while back by "MOM", and because I happen to read another web comic and they actually crossed over, I ws able to fill my last few minutes of my shift at work happily and gleefully reading this web comic called "something positive". What I mean by the last few minutes I mean a grand total of 14 hours I was paid to read this comic in the course of three days. Not only have I shared something positive with some co-workers but now I'm sharing it with you guys and gals. It has humor and I mean HUMOR like a poke in the eye, that you immediately laugh at because it wasn't you. It's humor like watching that person slip and fall on the "wet floor" even though the sign with the same words is standing right next to the said "wet floor" area. It's funny like a porn shop that doesn't allow it's employees to play any music with curse words kinda funny. What I'm trying to say is that its fuckin funny. But (oh c'mon you know after that much praise there had to be a but) it also has very entertaing characters, well written stories that somehow tug at your heart, than kicks you in the groin. There have been a few pages that almost had me in tears both from laughing and very sad little tales. something positive check it out. something positive i mean it, check it out now. something positive thats it I'm coming over now to beat youu senseless only because you haven't checked out something positive.

So until next time I remain your free advertisement whore named

Jose

HERO

It's an amazingly sad day when a hero dies. Not the spandex wearing, claws popping or cape wearing heroes, but their real life counterparts. Now where am I going with this? Well Since yesterday I've been in this weird little funk. Christopher Reeve has died. Superman has died. I know there is a difference between reality and fiction. I know this. I can watch a movie with Tobey Mcguire and say thats Toby and not say there's Spiderman. The truth is I can't say that about Christopher Reeve. As a matter of fact I compare the "other supermen" to his portrayl. He convinced a 6 year old kid that a klutz could be more than what people see. He convinced a 6 year old that anything was possible. He convinced a 6 year old that a man could fly. When I sit and watch Superman, I still feel awe and wonder at the first sighting of the costume. When he "flies" for the first time it is still breathtaking and this is before CGI and digital effects. I know he's been in other movies, and I know he's done a world of good for paralysis and stem cell research. I know he's directed movies and been in the theatre. But he'll always be be Superman to this 6 year old kid. Sure I'm a lot older now. Although the hero who fought for truth justice and the American way, who has shown all of us that it's not about the cape. It's all about the heart and the spirit...to fly. When I was 6 years old Superman convinced me that a man could fly. When I was 28 Christopher Reeve proved to me that a man could stand taller than ever before. I'm 32 and Christopher Reeve proved to me that he truly was a Superman standing taller, shining brighter and flying higher. This world has lost a good man NO we lost a, superman and for some reason it seems a little more empty than it was before. So I humbly remain...
just
Jose

RANDOM ACTS YOU KNOW LIKE THE ONE'S THEY USE TO CUT DOWN TREES

RANDOM ACTS OF NOTHING MORE THAN GUILTY, SELFISH AND HUMOROUS PLEASURE...

purposely confusing the word someday with Sunday...

making the eating of ice cream sound more erotic than it should be...

answering "who" when someone talks about someone they are a fan of, WG says "Dale jr won the race" and I respond with"who?"...

convincing a 5 year old that "blushing" is actually "wind fever"...

being the only one laughing at a scene in a movie...

sharing an inside joke "look kids Big Ben, Parliment"...

losing something over and over again, for example "Hey Cuz, you seen my keys/wallet/smokes?"...

laughing at "Pulp Fiction", "Resovoir Dogs" and "Scarface" because for some reason i seem to be the only who laughs throughout these movies...

realizing I'm 32 years old and the word "boobies" still cracks me up
(boo·by2 ( P ) Pronunciation Key (bb)n. Vulgar Slang pl. boo·bies
A woman's breast.)

and this has me in stitches...

getting really excited about the Heffalump...

knowing that the power of christ compels me...

usig movie quotes out of context, hee hee hee...

and stopping not becuase I'm done, but just because

Jose

JUST A RANDOM THOUGHT KIND OF DAY

I'm tired, I'm thinking of taking a nap.

I'm also hungry, why doesn't Burger King fill you up the way it used to?

Where do I boogers come from? And why Do you only get them after you sleep?

And who came up with the word boogers, or any words at all? I mean who looked up one day and said..."cloud" "sky" "sun", or looked at body parts and said....'hmmm I think I'll call that a penis"

Why is it that bad karoke singers don't realize they're bad, and sing more times than the good ones?

WHere's my soda?

Oh Crap (first thought after spilling it on myself)

I'm going out for a cigarette.

Wow, that was boring.

and cold.

Why did I start this again?

Oh yeah...random thoughts.

Ok Nap time.

see ya

Jose

THE TRUTH ABOUT ME

Is this really awesome blog that conveys the great things about being in love, the sadness of being apart and most imprtantly the truth of who you are. I had originally had this blog on my site telling you all to check it out, but I was than told that wasn't supposed to do that, so I rectified the situation. Now a few days have passed and I got this email...
From:
TruthaboutMe
To:
"Jose"
Subject:
You Brat
Date:
Wed, 6 Oct 2004 21:21:43 -0500

You brat. You didn't have to take my blog off of your site. It was really nice how you had described it. Very sweet of you. I was really shocked to see it gone today. I just really didn't know if I was ready to let the world see it or not. I guess I'm ready.

Friends,
TruthaboutMe
So The Truth About Me is this really awesome blog that conveys the great things about being in love, the sadness of being apart and most imprtantly the truth of who you are. You see when she writes what she does, it's hard not to get drawn into the love that she obvioulsy feels for her husband, and the way he makes her feel. It's a warm summer breeze kind of blog. The jumping in mud puddles and feeling the warm mud slip through your toes kind of blog. It's the moment right before you get that kiss you have been waiting all day for kind of blog. The warm hug for no reason kind of blog. So I really hope you all read it. It's called The Truth ABout Me. I just wanted you all to know about it.
Jose

IT SEEMS LIKE I'M ON A THEME ALL OF A SUDDEN

I've been re-reading my Transmetropolitan comics over the last few days. It seems to me that there is just enough hatered and bitterness in these comics to inspire me to write a lot. If you couldn't tell. Well to give you a bare bones idea of what this is...
this was of course affectionaly stolen and linked back to the http://www.sequart.com/transmet.htm where you can gett a better idea of who and what I'm talking about
Transmetropolitan is about Spider Jerusalem, a crazy, chain-smoking, drug-taking, in-your-face guerilla journalist who should be an inspiration to you all.At the time Transmetropolitan was launched, in mid-1997, it was one of a small number of ongoing series published by DC Comics under its Helix imprint, which published science fiction comic books. Most of them sold rather poorly, but Transmetropolitan unexpectedly sold well and quickly garnered critical attention. A trade paperback of the first three sold-out issues was quickly published. At the time, writer Warren Ellis was barely known. During Transmetropolitan's first year, the entire Helix line, which also included various limited series, was cancelled. As leader of the pack, Transmet (as it is affectionately known) alone would survive -- moved to DC Comics' successful Vertigo imprint.The series would continue for four more years, with Warren Ellis announcing that it would be drawing to a close with issue #60. While Warren Ellis was writing it, he suddenly became a hot writer with the success, in 1999, of both The Authority and Planetary. This success never really rubbed off on Transmetropolitan, though Spider Jerusalem was seen as emblematic of Ellis and the title as Ellis's staple, especially after he left The Authority and Planetary's schedule became erratic. The real success of Transmetropolitan, like so many of Vertigo's books, was in its trade paperback program. Collections of Transmet sold fairly well, though the title itself did not and the collections lagged significantly behind the issues they collected.Transmetropolitan came to a close after sixty issues and two specials, almost all of the work illustrated by Darick Robertson, whose style seemed to become sloppier as the series progressed, inked mostly by Rodney Ramos. The legacy of Transmet continues in its collections and in the occasional specials that Ellis has talked about writing at some future point
again this was affectionally borrowed from http://www.sequart.com/transmet.htm
and above all else Spider come's at you with nothing but the truth, and a lot of hostility. Well he is an angry and spiteful person anyway, but he's forced to do something that he gave up on. He stopped writing in the city because he couldn't get to the truth anymore. He gave up because he couldn't find the truth anymore. The truth. So needless to say I have been re-reading this series, and lo and behold, guess what I found? I found that little bit of spark that has inspired me to write even more. I will continue to keep you all updated on the greatness that is my relationship w/ WG, which is going awesome I might add. I still get that "feeling when you wake up on Christmas morning", the anticipatory excitement when I am driving up to see her, followed by the "Yay it's time to open the presents!!!!" feeling when I do see her. So just in case you were wondering, yeah, things are going pretty good there. But, and thats why the original name to this little blog was "I Hate It Here...sometimes" because I do. Now with the election bullshit and reading this comic, it seems that a fire was lit under my sun denied fat ass, and low and behold, the emotions come a flooding out. I guess this is kind of a warning, when I do update my blog, there will be many a things on here all at once. I may go a day or two without typing something but believe you me, I will make up for it. So with that being said...
I remain just
Jose

THIS WAS GONNA BE A COMMENT ON A BLOG I READ, BUT I FELT IT WOULD BE BETTER SAID HERE

I read blogs on an almost daily basis. Sometimes I think that some of the things said are watered down truths or straight up lies. But sometimes, you find one that seems to touch and reach that place inside you where you keep your fears, doubts, and broken dreams hidden. That somehow, someway, someone knows too. You hope that you can meet someone and they will give you the secrets to happiness. That they will wave their magic wand and life is perfect. But it doesn't happen. Instead you keep getting a double dose of bile encrusted reality, that drags you kicking and screaming back to the place you don't want to be at. The place where everyday you hope "It'll get better if I can make it through one more day". Only to find out it's not better. Only to realize "same damn shit again". Well 32 years 4 months and 5 days later, I've come to realize I'm nothing special. Just a broken down child who finally and through some luck found a girl who gives him 2 things he has been lacking in his life. She has given me hope. A hope for a future. A hope for a happiness. A hope for love. She has given me a hope for love. Through that hope for love has also given me the strength to say, "I'm not strong enough today, help me please." She doesn't try to "fix" anything, but stands there holding my hand. Right by my side. Now is everything perfect? No. But that's OK. But I for the first time in many, many, many years, I have hope. It seems I have veered away from my original subject. Sorry. Well back to where I originally started, I read this blog and although I may not know all her pains, I do know about the empty pit of darkness that travels at great length to swallow every tear and stifle every smile. Where joy is always tempered with missed opportunities, which in turn strips away the shine, dulls the radiance and leaves you cold and empty. Where every evanescent smile gives way for surrender. Where every passing thought, you do little more than ingurgitate a scintilla of felicity, and hope it's enough for today, for this hour, minute or second. Where you do little more than grasp on every wisp of hope only to feel it fade away like a dream. Now I know that these blogs that we write on everyday can't ameliorate our own conditions, but it does help to know that you are not alone with these thoughts or feelings. That there are others who feel the same things that we do. That in some cases there are virtual shoulders to lean on, along with real ones. So I sit here with nothing to offer other than a fleeting indication of hope. For today, I hope it's enough. If you read this let me know if you want to be linked, because it would be my pleasure to add you.

I remain just

Jose

HEH HEH HEH WAYS TO MAKE BLOGGING EASIER

Now I did and am stealing this "survey" from the same place I stole ysterdays. Diary of a Suburban Housewife, so I guess to all you new bloggers out there, when faced with writers block, or just don't have anything on your mind to write, read someone else's blog because you will get ideas, and no you perv's not those ideas.

Well this is called 3 things so I hope you enjoy

3 THINGS...

...I am wearing right now

1. Blue jeans
2. My "Boars Nest" hat
3. A smile

...on my desk

1. Water
2. Walkie Talkie
3. Paperwork I am ignoring so I can do this list

...I want to do before I die

1. Go to Scotland
2. Be a father and a dad.
3. Write a book, and it becomes a bestseller

...good things about my personality

1. Friendly
2. Always ready to smile
3. Optimistic, most times

...bad things about my personality

1. My inability to accept failure
2. My inability to accept people who are closeminded
3. My willingness to argue and debate...EVERYTHING

...I like about my body

1. My smile
2. The color of my eyes
3. My "hopefully" growing tattoo collection

...I don't like about my body

1. Pooh Belly
2. Short hair (but i am working on that one)
3. The lack of muscle

...most people don't know about me

1. I hate talking on the phone, but enjoy talking to only one person on the phone
2. That I own video games for systems I don't own
3. I actually like paperwork

...I say the most

1. beautious (b-you-tea-us)
2. Let me put it this way...
3. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

...I want to go to

1. ANCHORAGE
2. Boston
3. New Orleans

...names that I go by

1. Manny
2. Manuel
3. Jose

...screen names I have had

1. Phulespride
2. saintnsyynner
3. Messiah1972

I'M FEELING A BIT OF A RANT TODAY, AND ODDLY IT'S ABOUT POLITICS

Oh my god, I never thought I'd be here talking about politics or politicians, considering how I feel about the bottom feeding filth that they are. But I am. Not for them, but for you, the few (or many) who read this. I can't stand politicians or the lies that come forth vomited at velocities that would make the bullet train and concordes seem like bacward walking turtles. They spend more time backpeddling and mudslinging than actually being honest with their agendas beliefs and ideals. The whole Iraq, safety of america and who did or did not do something right or wrong is making me more sick than watching "Cabin Boy" for the first time. FUCK YOU both. I don't care if you were enlisted. I don't care what you think of each other. You are both the pompous assholes who when decided will take yet another turn in fucking America, it's people and it's ideals. And no I don't just mean figuratively. I mean you will rape, shit and piss on the very ideals that make this a great nation and a great people. I mean for god's sake shut up and tell the fuckin truth allready. Is the war a mistake? Ask the brave people who are fighting and dying in it for the sake of America and the freedoms we enjoy and take for granted. Are the powers that be using this as a means to their own ends? Does that really need to be asked. Did not a former wrestler and navy seal acomplish everything he said he would do, in HIS FIRST TERM! as govener. His only term I might add. Did he not also get "shut down" constantly because of the fact that he was not of the 2 major parties? How is this in the benefit of the people? It isn't. Yet all we do is sit idyly by and do nothing. Now I may be one cynical mother fucker when it comes to what I percieve this wholly popular, oops I mean political, arena is and consisits of. I may not be a smart man, nor have I ever claimed to be, but again I still do rely on a lost and dying skill. COMMON SENSE people. Remember what that is? Right now there are millions of people who won't and wouldn't consider someone else choosing what they eat or where they live. But these same people are going to let someone else decide who runs the country. Not just any country though. It's the country that you live in. It's the country that you are raising your family in. It's the country that you grew up in. It's consisdered to be the greatest country in the world. And you are willing to let someone you don't know or care to know decide who will take control? It's time to stand up and take a stance. America, our America is being driven into the ground by "those that know better" and we are letting them. They are taking control or our homeland, and the "people" aren't stopping them. If you don't like one or the other, find someone you do support. And by all things great and holy, don't vote for the lesser of two evils. Vote for the right man or woman for the job. To LEAD AMERICA to the greatness she was. We don't need any more Clintons, Bushs or Nixons. We need leaders god damnit and we need them soon. This has been a political rambling from a member of the human race and who lives in the USA. Who still has faith in man. Who still has faith in woman. Who still has faith in Americans. Who still has faith in God.
Who still has faith...

named

Jose

MORE IDEAS FROM OTHER BLOGS or HOW I SLEPT AT WORK AND RAN OUT OF TIME

I don't know I found it on another blog and it looked kinda fun, than after I was done with it i realized....man am I boring ...

updated umm can't remember the day

updated again 12/15/07

200 Things....

If it's something I have done, then it's in bold type.
01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula.
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said ˜I love you" and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Done a striptease
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Stayed up all night long, and watched the sun rise
15. Seen the Northern Lights
16. Gone to a huge sports game
17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa
18. Grown and eaten my own vegetables
19. Touched an iceberg
20. Slept under the stars
21. Changed a baby's diaper
22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
23. Watched a meteor shower
24. Gotten drunk on champagne
25. Given more than you can afford to charity
26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
28. Had a food fight
29. Bet on a winning horse
30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill
31. Asked out a stranger
32. Had a snowball fight
33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier
34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
35. Held a lamb
36. Enacted a favorite fantasy
37. Taken a midnight skinny dip
38. Taken an ice cold bath
39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
40. Seen a total eclipse
41. Rode on a roller coaster
42. Hit a home run
43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days
44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
45. Adopted an accent for an entire day
46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
48. Had two hard drives for your computer
49. Visited all 50 states
50. Loved your job for all accounts
51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
53. Had amazing friends
54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
55. Watched wild whales
56. Stolen a sign
57. Backpacked in Europe
58. Taken a road-trip
59. Rock climbing
60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice
61. Midnight walk on the beach
62. Sky diving
63. Visited Ireland
64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love
65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them
66. Visited Japan
67. Benchpressed your own weight
68. Milked a cow
69. Alphabetized your records
70. Pretended to be a superhero
71. Sung karaoke
72. Lounged around in bed all day
73. Posed nude in front of strangers
74. Scuba diving
75. Got it on to Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye
76. Kissed in the rain
77. Played in the mud
78. Played in the rain
79. Gone to a drive-in theater
80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it.
81. Visited the Great Wall of China
82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog
83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better
84. Started a business
85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
86. Toured ancient sites
87. Taken a martial arts class
88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman
89. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
90. Gotten married
91. Been in a movie
92. Crashed a party
93. Loved someone you shouldn't have
94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy
95. Gotten divorced
96. Had sex at the office
97. Gone without food for 5 days
98. Made cookies from scratch
99. Won first prize in a costume contest
100. Rode a gondola in Venice
101. Gotten a tattoo
102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on
103. Rafted the Snake River
104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"
105. Got flowers for no reason
106. Masturbated in a public place
107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything
108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug
109. Performed on stage
110. Been to Las Vegas
111. Recorded music
112. Eaten shark
113. Had a one-night stand
114. Gone to Thailand
115. Seen Siouxsie live
116. Bought a house
117. Been in a combat zone
118. Buried one/both of your parents
119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off
120. Been on a cruise ship
121. Spoken more than one language fluently
122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone
123. Bounced a check
124. Performed in Rocky Horror
125. Read - and understood - your credit report
126. Raised children
127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy
128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
129. Created and named your own constellation of stars
130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did
132. Called or written your Congress person
133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
134. ...more than once?
- More than thrice?
135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking
137. Had an abortion or your female partner did
138. Had plastic surgery
139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived
140. Wrote articles for a large publication
141. Lost over 100 pounds
142. Held someone while they were having a flashback
143. Piloted an airplane
144. Petted a stingray
145. Broken someone's heart
146. Helped an animal give birth
147. Been fired or laid off from a job
148. Won money on a T.V. game show
149. Broken a bone
150. Killed a human being
151. Gone on an African photo safari
152. Rode on a motorcycle
153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph
154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
157. Rode a horse
158. Had major surgery
159. Had sex on a moving train
160. Had a snake as a pet
161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing
163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
165. Visited all 7 continents
166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
167. Eaten kangaroo meat
168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground
169. Been a sperm or egg donor
170. Eaten sushi
171. Had your picture in the newspaper
172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime
173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
174. Gotten someone fired for their actions
175. Gone back to school
176. Parasailed
177. Changed your name
178. Petted a cockroach
179. Eaten fried green tomatoes
180. Read The Iliad
181. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read
182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them
183. ...and gotten 86'ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you
184. Taught yourself an art from scratch
185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
187. Skipped all your school reunions
188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
189. Been elected to public office
190. Written your own computer language
191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
193. Built your own PC from parts
194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
195. Had a booth at a street fair
196: Dyed your hair
197: Been a DJ
198: Found out someone was going to dump you via Blogger
199: Written your own role playing game
200: Been arrested

HAPPY THOUGHTS AND PET PEEVES BY WGS

Pet Peeves:
10. Being interuppted or being present when someone else is....Wait your turn!
9. People who click their pens in meetings. If your not responsible to have a clicking pen, then get one with a cap.
8. People who are always complaining, whining, crabby...there are always reasons to be unhappy if you look really hard for them, there are also always reasons to be happy, so look for those.
7. When someone asks a question then starts talking about something else or to someone else when you are giving the answer. If you don't want to know, don't ask.
6. People who are always thinking they are sick with something when they are not, they are just looking for attention.
5. When people who don't know what they are talking about, think they know what they are talking about and they don't shut up about it.
4. Fuzzy radio stations, either it comes in or it goes off!
3. When you talk to someone who is all about them, they don't stop to ask how you are or what is new with you, just talk and talk.
2. People that talk with food in thier mouth or chew loudly. This one is my dad in me and I could just kill him for how murderous it makes me.
1. People who don't appreciate what they have. Whether that is a good family, good health, good job....

Jamie

ps I forgot to add one to my list...
Cupboard doors.. Ever meet anyone that leaves the open all the time.. GRRRRR! It runs in my family. On both sides. GRRRR!

So....I was just reading my list of pet peeves and don't want to come off like I hate everything, so I thought I should list the things that make me happy (in no particular order)....
10. Fall because it is the best season and then it leads to the first snowfall.
9. My job, I know I am a homer, but I work for the best organization in the world and know that every day I help people make their lives better. What a feeling!
8. Walking the dog. It is great alone time when it is just me and when it is with my husband it is great conversation time. It is when he gets to hear all about my day and any problems with my staff.
7. Making other people's days, whether it is by an something big or small, I feel best when making other people happy.
6. Cooking/Baking. I love it! And it goes with number
7, makes my husband happy! Ok, most of the time!
5. Lazy days, they are few and far between, but I love them!
4. When all the laundry is done, I know, I am a little freakish about this, but I love knowing everything is clean.
3. Friends, we have some that are great, some that are good and some that are neither, but I love them all.
2. My new family, my husband and step daughter. I am a lucky lady to have found such special people.
1. My old family, I couldn't have asked for a better childhood and now that I am older I couldn't have asked for a better support system. They are amazing.

Jamie

THE GREATNESS THAT IS...

NAPS

I tell you working a long shift with little to no sleep, is a major pain in the ass. I have also come to the conclusion sleep is still for the weak, but naps are wasted on the yout's. It's true, remember when having to take a nap or telling your kids it's nap time was no different than trying to herd cattle into their respective pens. But as you got older, you started to look forward to that afterschool/work nap. And now at my humble age of 32, I have been known to take naps at work, at home, in the car (passenger & driver although I do try to discourage doing it while driving, the sudden stops interrupt the nap), after Thanksgiving dinner, while the "WE" channel is on and as a sin in Wisconsin, taking a nap while the Packers are playing. You see for some reason I don't seem to get much sleep down here anymore, but while I'm visiting WG I do seem to get a nice sleep. even if I'm woken up at 830 in the morning for a day spent at Cranberry-o-rama. I know that's not what it's called but for some reason it just seems funner to say it that way. But again I reiterate, naps are AWESOME. Especially if your able to take them with that special person, and especially if it's after "memory"(ask WG and 22 about that) making. I know today's is kinda short but after my nap, I have a lot of work to catch up on. BTW congratulations to Dale Jr. if I would have missed that I'd never hear the end of it. Wow, the survival instinct (you know being a coward by nature) just kicked in.

Oh yeah, more neat blogs to check out...

Small Town Sex "Stuck in the Dating Scene again at age 30 something. And stuck in a small town. Read about my sexual adventures, or lack of"...what can I say? With a tag line like that I had to read it. I just started reading the archives and it's funny, sad, and sometimes a little mirror like (well excluding the fact that I'm a guy and she's a girl but you get the general idea).
well sadly, it's time for me to do that work thing again. I know after giving you such a riveting (YAAAAAWN) contribution how sad is it for me to go? Well THEY do pay me and THEY do expect me to do somethings. So until next time...

I remain a firm believer in NAPS named

Jose

I HATE MY BOSS at the moment

I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM at this moment right now I really and truly despise him!!!!! Will keep you updated...until than I remain a man too damn pissed off to come up with a clever phrase named Jose

THE GREATNESS THAT IS...

WAL-MART

Well I was a WAL-MART shopper today. You know I keep forgetting what very cool "clearance sale stuff" they have. I picked up 3 shirts a Spiderman shirt a white t-ee with a pocket, a sleeveless black with red starter tee and a package of socks FOR $27 and change. I even got the oil changed andsome new wiperblades put on my car. You know WAL-MART has a pretty decent oil change plan, it was a total of $26 plus some change. So today I walked around WAL-MART for a about an hour and I remembered the first time I set foot in this particular WAL-MART, WG, WGG, and I went shopping for some grub and WGG and I had a lot of fun playing in the store. I mean, WG even yelled at both of us. It was just a really good day. So today as I walked around it was some nice little memories to have.

Well anyway, it was one of those really nice rainy kinda days where you have the radio on and just read, or in my case get a quick lunch, take a nap, a shower and than feel inspired to write. This particular entry is a little bit different because I'm not writing it live and uncut like I usually do. I'm writing it on the notepad and will transfer it all over when I'm done. I don't know why, maybe it's because I read "My Insane Life", and it just got me thinking of WG alot. I'm at her place right now typing away on her computer and instead of the radio I have CMT and I'll be damned one of her favorite songs just came on. Yes honey, I'm linking Trace Adkins, because the song is "Rough and Ready" happens to be playing. Well anyway I have just been thinking how nice today would have been to spend all day on the couch watching country video's, ordering a pizza and just in case we get a burst of energy drive the 1 1/2 blocks to the video store. Yes. I did say drive. To get a couple more movies just to waste the day away. But alas this is just a fantasy. WG is at work, and like a faithful basset hound I'm waiting for her to get home so I can hold her again. Just wanted to share a fantasy with you all. A1 I know this is the last day of work at your current place of employment, and tonite I guess we're suppose to celebrate. I hope after tonite we can hang out again. WG mentioned road trip...he he he he. So I guess I hafta do a shot with you (really big grin) if that's ok. So I wish you the best of luck, my friend.
Oh SHIIIT, I gotta meet WG's family, I mean the rest of them. Good god girl how many relatives you got??

So until next time I remain a WAL-MART shopper named

Jose

THE GREATNESS THAT IS...

Irony

This starts a new little segment of my blogs that will be called "the greatness that is". So it's coming from skewed and confused senses and being intrepreted by the juvenile, infantile and childish mind that resides in the overweight body of a 32 year old. It will touch on things such as Anna Nicole Smith, Beer Bongs, Jackass, Leslie Neilson and strip bars. Today's "greatness" topic is Irony, if the title didn't give it away,for example...

On Wednesday around 330ish in the afternoon, I happened to be driving Bluemound Rd. (those of you who do not know southeastern WI...specifically the Milwaukee, Brookfield, and Waukesha area its a major road that connects the three cities) Well anyway I'm driving the road, and I see two squad cars, the cherries and berries illuminated and flashing on the side of the road. The next thing I see is the two police officers talking to someone in an electric wheelchair. LMAO!

This is a true story.

The second example and again this is true, trust me I coudln't make this up, I'm not that clever. My cousin decided to put in an application at the local porn and head shop. Well while he's filling out the application, they had the radio on. The censored version of "Nookie" by Limp Bizkit happened to be playing so I turned to the clerk and said "and the ironic thing is we're listening to a censored song here", I thought I was being clever. Well the clerk turns to me and says "You think thats bad? We can't play any CD's with curse words in the lyrics!" Now for those of you who have never set foot in a porn shop, yes what the crude words are for sex are used either in the title, in the description and if the words don't say enough...the graphic pictures on the movie boxes kinda give it away.

If you got one send it in confessionsofacerealeater@yahoo.com, leave it as a comment or leave it on the blog board...until next time

I remain the greatness that is a movie geek named

Jose