Oz's Happy Time Sunshine Clubhouse Hour!   -

this is NOT fun!!

I've decided to adopt a laxe respect for capitalization. I might only use it with names. or when using "I" at the beginning of a sentence, but not in the middle. watch. "he told me i was being a bad He-Man, and hit me with a stick. he was a good Skeletor."

just like that. i just don't have the capacity to give a turd about you and your grammatically engineered construct of order and serenity. i want the chaos. i wanna be a dirty commie whore. i wanna whisper on the internet when i should yell. and you? you just want me to shut my fingers and do as i'm texted. well FUCK YOU Mr. FiddlesticksPissyPants!!!! i don't have the energy today to 'Shift'. and you can go to hell.com.

it's probably a real website.

i might get a livejournal.

d.

so it's friday, and that means days off. I also haven't written anything here in a while, which means I was...lazy. The short truth (and only barely a truth, at that) is that I've been jotting things down "out there". Try to imagine an old man with gastrointestinal problems pointing a craggly, boney, mole-ridden finger towards a window and saying "out there" as a flash of lightening rips across the night sky. Yeah. Ominous. I know!

And then there's the constant bombardment of "Absolute Nothing!" that goes on around here at all hours of the night. Seriously, do you know what SILENCE sounds like when it's turned up to 11? Maddening. It's the absence of noise, and it's fucking loud. I tried to understand the dichotomy but my brain caved in and became a super-compressed black hole of aggrivation. I'm only now beginning to recover.

As for everything else...it's pretty much relative.

D.

maaaaan, do I NOT feel like writing in here today. But I will. Because I love you, and I want you to be happy. heh.

I'm doing music again, so I'm saving all my good stuff for that. You's gonna have to eat leftover inspiration and by damnit, you's gonna like it. YOU'S GONNA LIKE IT! >-P

So I went to a psychic fair, got a tarot reading. I found out the universe really is against me, and strangely, I felt comforted. This is also apparently a great time for me to have kids. Sooo, yeah...bag that. Condoms by the truckload for me, thanks.

Here's a picture I wanted to share. 'cos it's funny. Y'know, for a Human Torch, his face looks awfully pained.

I call it "27 Points of FUCK I'M ON FIRE!!"

Later.

D.

Oookay...so some things have been going on, and some things have not. I wouldn't really know what hasn't been going on 'cos, y'know...it didn't happen? So we're kind of stuck there, you and me, and we'll just have to do the best we can. Onward.

A couple of cool things have seen fit to deploy themselves in my airspace though, as it were, and I'd like to pass those nuggets of "neato" out like Awesome-Flavored jolly ranchers. Enjoy.

I learned to play guitar, more or less. Mostly less, but I'm doing pretty good. I know a handful of chords ('A' all the way through G'', alphabetically, and a couple of minor chords thrown in for good mopey measure.), and my transitions are getting smoother. I've got major calluses, I've totally earned them. The dream is to sit down with David Gilmour one day and rock his fuckin' balls off 'till he dies of a punishing sonic assault. to the balls. (it's only because I think he rules though. and I wanna rule too.)

Speaking of Gilmour, what a nice segue I just smacked into. A coworker of mine just gave me copies of 23 pink floyd albums. I think, though I may be mistaken, this constitutes the entirety of thier released catalogue. And all it cost me was 25 bucks and a chunk of my soul. We also went to wal-mart a couple of weeks ago and bought The Wall movie and Live at Pompeii. I'm kind of on a thing. I've been into Pink Floyd since junior high, but like so many things that cost money to indulge in, I just didn't have the resources to explore the full range of my obsession. Luke showed us Live At Pompeii in Austin and it kind of set me off though. Then The Wall came on tv and I told the Wife I'd rather watch it full and uncensored, so we bought it,  since then Pink Floyd shit has just sort of been raining down on me. I'm kind of stoked.

anyway, yeah, work is work and everything else is pretty cool for the time being, so I'm kind of diggin' things. Soooo, yeah. See yous guys later.

 D.

I'm on motherfuckin' vacation!! Fuck yeah!! Fuck you, you fuckin' fucks!!

The preceding announcement was paid for by the "Dave Hates Wal-Mart Foundation" and it's affiliate, the "Fuck Them In Thier Fucking Asses" council.

I was gonna do an entry, honest, but caught a sudden case of "pshaw" and decided to eat a hot pocket instead. Laters!

D.

I'm about to share something kind of personal, and possibly icky. So if you don't want to hear about my wang today, you might just wanna find another place to visit.

I've quit masturbating.

See, my wife and I have opposite scheduals, except for the weekends when I'm off. So during the week, I'm sort of left to my own devices much of the time. I'm not an addict of self-love or anything, but you know how it gets. Anyway, I've started to feel like it consumes too much potential creative energy, and rather than squander that needlessly, I'm abstaining in hopes that I can redirect my impulses to more worthy endeavors, like writing, or music. It's like a daoist thing. Rechannleing my energies and...whatnot.

I'm sill gonna poke my wife on the weekends though. Just no more doodling my wang.

3 days so far.

 D.

My personal space-time continum is...fluxing. Can a thing flux? Can you verb that? The commercial didn't touch on that one, so I don't know. My verb is flux. Yeah. I roll that way.

It's all well and decent, I've been ill but y'know...nine days off work was it's own reward, so I don't so much feel the need to complain. Lots of time to totally rock out on Lord of the Rings: The Third Age, which I owned to a surrealistic degree. That means I kicked it's ass.

Elsewhere, I feel transitional, but I may be jumping the gun. We're planning on moving to Austin, but it's still a year or so away. That being said, I can't stop myself from getting excited, when I really might want to restrain myself. It's sort of far away, so I hate the idea of building it up and having to wait. I kind of just want to coast until the great escape, and try not to think about it until later. I think this is why prisoners try to break out with only a few months left on their sentence. The waiting just builds until you shit yourself and implode. I can't handle that kind of pressure. I want to go noooooowwwww. I hate wal-mart. I hate Illinois. Everything else is solid, but the geographical variable in this equation is throwing off my entire balance. My space balance. My space-time warp balance. warp. warp is a fucked up word. "Warp" is the sound a fart makes when you kick it out of your ass too soon.

I'm getting a guitar soon. I should've done it years ago, and just never got around to it. But I'm feeling very rock-ish lately. Rock-ish like The Smiths, not like limestone. I burned out on the music thing a few years ago, and I'm kind of feeling like starting back up. It could be neat. or keen. It might be wizard. totally wizard.

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