You Little Stinker

sometimes "you little stinker" will leave me a comment on my posts. i have yet to figure out who it is, but i say to you, you little stinker- "SHOW THYSELF TRUE... VERILY, REVEAL YOUR IDENTITY!!!!"

i fixed my Schwinn bike that i bought from an old Amish farmer in Indiana. i was finally able to do this thanks to an old man that runs a used bike shop in East Ridge. that guy ruled.

i just want to be old and talk to people and be really nice to people and encourage them.

so i finally got an external CD burner for this here computer. i also bought a live Waterdeep CD.

all i did was just look up and got hit with one of the most beautiful things.

the stars were looking at me through a slight opening and the grey clouds were reassuring me that things will change. the peace that was blowing over my face at 10 miles per hour and 65 degrees was perfect. i was actually able to say "Lord, please bless me."

this was more than i could mutter in a long time.

the stars looked down and said something about beauty.

Just Keep Swimming And You'll Find The Shore Sometime

Horatio Sanz at the end of the most recent SNL:

Yesterday evening i got a rush of happiness. i dont know why. it just happened. i tried to figure out what started it but i couldnt.

it was pretty nice.

within 4 weeks i guess i will make a $20,000 dollar decision. its kinda wierd to think about how i dont really know for sure much of anything, and im supposed to make massive decisions on all of it.

i was thinking last night that maybe i care too much about things, maybe apathy is all the rage?

maybe i should care less about what politicians are doing to our country and start voting? maybe i shouldnt give a shit about american factory worker jobs and give all of my money to walmart?

anyway, ive just been mulling over some of these big decisions and all the while recently coming under the guilt that i dont "do enough for God". whatever the hell that means. im pretty sure its some false guilt, but it still makes ya feel like crap sometimes.

you know, sometimes when old shit comes creeping back up it just kinda sucks.

ive been playing morrowind a lot and trying to not listen to any music while i drive.

when reeve was here we talked about some pretty sweet stuff and one thing that made me think alot was just when he was talking about how he liked to be alone sometimes so he could just process life and figure out how he felt. i kind of like that.

music affects me so much that sometimes i accidentally let it guide my feelings for a whole day, or a whole week. then when i turn off the cd player i realize that maybe im not as sad as i thought, or maybe im not as happy as i thought.

i just kind of sit there, floating in a place of no feeling as my brain and my heart and everything else try to meet each other in some designated place where they can talk it out.

it takes a few days to clear out the brain and begin to think "on my own". and it helps me sleep better because my mind isnt freaking out.

i feel it: im in need of a hike during the day and a walk at night. ive been reading Thoreau's Essay on Walking and it is making me stoked. it makes me feel less wierd about my favorite kind of walking- the kind where you have no destination or plans or time to get back. maybe a lil money or a lil sandwich for food and thats it. its truly adventurous and always exciting and you always get to see a little bit of America that you didnt know existed.

i finished The Lord Of The Rings but i am postponing The Silmarillion until i get some other books finished first. i think i am going to work on George MacDonald's The Miracles Of Our Lord. by the way, The Silmarillion is freaking awesome.

im going to try and get some of the nonfiction type of stuff out of the way so i can work on the fiction action. ill be double teaming on some Thoreau and Rousseau.

Two Things

one: sometimes my cell phone is a little lonely, so i let him out of my pocket and let him talk to satellites and towers. he responds happily, giving me more bars. thank you cell phone. i think i might name him LEX LUTHER, CONQUEROR OF INFERIOR NATIONS AND MOST ROYALLY HIGH THRONED MASTER OF ALL COMMUNICATION. if you have a better name, just let me know.

two: if i ever come up with an invention it will be an AtmosFerry. you can guess what it does.

Haiku

Knock knock on da doe.
Who dat is be rappin is?
Im'a cap dat ass.

A.I. my ass.

Reeve writes sweet Haikus. im trying. its tough. i kinda had to steal a bit from the Asbury Underground. i wrote a sweet one.

God spoke to me audibly when i was sitting around a campfire Saturday night. Wait-- no that was just Jeff Green scaring the shit outta me.

Sometimes you just wanna stare at the night sky for hours but you dont because you dont wanna look wierd.

"You were thinking of democracy.Does it fold up easily? You said Unknown, I say Doubtful.Is it a part of something larger? You said Yes, I say Doubtful.Does it make something move? You said No, I say Unknown.Does it have physical substance? You said No, I say Probably.Do you use it at night? You said Sometimes, I say No.Do you love it? You said No, I say Yes.Is it dangerous? You said Sometimes, I say No.Is it annoying? You said Yes, I say Doubtful.Does a basketball player use it? You said Irrelevant, I say Probably.Is it ferocious? You said Sometimes, I say Doubtful.Contradictions DetectedThe opinions of the AI are its own and are based on the input of people playing. It does not matter if our answers disagree, as over time my answers will change to reflect common knowledge. If you feel that I am in error, the only way to fix it is to play again.
Similar Objectsignorance, violence, hate (hatred, dislike), revenge, a fight, a lie (untruth), karate, a sin, an ego, a gondola, a hair cut, a contradiction.
Uncommon Knowledge about democracy20Q thinks these may be wrongCan it help you find your way? I say Probably.Does it come in many varieties? I say No.Are there many different sorts of it? I say Doubtful.Does it store information? I say Yes.Is it organic? I say Probably.Does it stand on two legs? I say Probably."

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sometimes i forget how great an awesome book can be.
its like another world that you can fly to when things here on earth dont seem so suitable to your taste.

and if you are really lucky you can pull things right out of the pages of the book into your life. just a few little small things to make living here, instead of there, better.

things like clean, clear flowing streams and large majestic evergreens. herbs and gardens and fields and beds of ferns.

giant mountains and star filled nights. warm fires and good friends.


let's not forget hearty ale and hearty laughs. blocks of cheese and whole wheat bread.

I want to live where soul meets body-
and let the Sun wrap it's Arms around me
and bath my skin in water Cool and Cleansing
and feel what it's like to be New.

Death Cab For Cutie.

When In Doubt, Boddington's

Parking Tickets Doth Make Heartache

"When in doubt, Boddingtons."- Some total fag

twice in my life have i appealed parking tickets on college campuses.

once i was rejected by a committee of fellow students. this was the ticket that i felt was the most absurd. i have to admit, i was pretty pissed at Lauren McQueen (Head of Student Council for appealing parking tickets) for the rest of the semester.

and once my friends.... once hath my appeals triumphed!

A Dalton State College security guy with a beard and a MAD collection of police patches lowered my ticket from a possible twenty dollars to a measley 5. and just for that i will obey the rules.

what gets me is that my case for the rejected appeal at Asbury was the best one in my mind. this most recent appeal wasnt very solid but i guess the guy just isnt too much of a hardass.

i got a ticket once at UGA for parking the wrong way when Adam Perry and I attended a Halloween dance party at Karri Bishop's house.

*if you didnt know this, although i think most normal people do, if you get a ticket on a college campus that you have never attended- they cant really make you pay. that is until you attend that school and they get all your info. i think there is some kind of policy in place that prevents a school from talking to the Feds about where you live so they can send you a bill.

exploit while you can my friends, exploit while you can.

when i was a kid i leared that in Montana there were designated places of "No Speed Limit". this got me stoked even before i could drive legally. THEN i went to Montana one summer. i was stoked.

i learned that the previous summer they enstated a State wide mandatory speed limit in those barren passages of roadway. how my heart doth ache.

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