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