Oz's Happy Time Sunshine Clubhouse Hour!   -

I wish all of Fojimoto's songs sounded like "I know Why, Virginia". I love that song. Not so much on their others. It's a great driving song, I would imagine. I have yet to drive while it plays. But it's got that sound, like you're leaving a town you hate and aren't ever coming back. That's a treasured moment. Except the town I hated and vowed never to get stuck in again went and got all cool and cultural, so we're thinking of spending a year or so back there one day. Just to check it out, live in the south again. It has it's perks. I don't know though, it couldn't have changed that much. From a touristy perspective it looks really nice, but from a "I've lived there before and I know where you hide all your porn" kind of mentality, it's still the town I hated. All sorts of dirty things under the bed. Who knows, it could be cool though. Coffee at KD's, that was always nice. So...there's that. I think we'd either have to rent my grandparent's spare apartment, or live across the bridge in Lake Charles. I couldn't live in Westlake, eww. But I guess the spare apartment wouldn't be bad. And I'd have my Firebird. Everything's better with a Firebird. And a wife. Which I also have. And meant to put first.

Lake Charles has a comic shop. Or did, last time I was there. I'd so be up for that. And a fucking FUNCOLAND! Of all things, Lake Chuck has a Funcoland (or, again, did last time I was there). Seiously, what's up with that? I'm totally all for it, but it's like the Starfighter game in the trailer park. (you know what I'm talkin' about...) Someone must've made a mistake. It shouldn't really be there, we're not that cool.

I don't know, I just kind of long for something familiar. I guess I'm homesick. Took long enough.

Dave.

Today, things happened. And after that, some events took place. They were all terribly interesting, except for the ones that weren't. And the others too, neither were they.

But, I did decide that I can't die a Wal-Mart employee. There must be more than blue smocks and quiet desperation waiting for me out there. So there's that, and I suppose it means I have some writing to do.

Oh, but not here. I meant, like, other stuff. Maybe a movie, 'cos otherwise...y'know, Wal-Mart.

Dave.

Ok, I have to go to bed soon, but before I do THAT....let's make a confession. I tried to avoid it, truly, to maintain my "not-into-internet-fads" street cred, but I couldn't. The shiny, happy, Euro-pop broke through my hardened defenses and I can't...quit...listening...to...it.

I love Dragostea din tei. One day, I'll buy the album. I'm so ashamed. And for the record, I wasn't subdued by the jolly round kid lip-synching Numa Numa. Oh, no, it's far worse. I'm actually a FAN of the original group. O-Zone. What the fuck, man...it's beyond insanity. Their video is even more bizarre than the fat kid's.

I want help. No, no I don't. I love them. I don't know what to do. Oh god...heh. fucking wierd. I'm watching it again. I will never be punk again.

Dave.

I can feel it, like, in my skin cells. You know? The rumblings. The hippy hippy shake, and the world just keeps on spinning. It vibrates, right down into the pores with the scummy black stuff one aqquires. It doesn't wipe off so easily either, even though I use those scrubby exfoliating pads. The good ones too, with the really antiseptic smell. I wish I could get out more. But I don't know though, I kind of want to be a hermit, but, like, well paid. I don't know if they do that. There should be a want-ad, in the paper, right under the used mattresses for sale.

I think I would answer it.

Dave.

oh man, I broke my fucking toe. Maybe two of them. Do you have any IDEA how lame that is? It gets the gold star for retarded. And you know what else? A doctor can't do shit for a broken toe! How exciting and fun! I'm boiling over with excitement and PAIN! I haven't been to a doctor, 'cos they'll x-ray me a couple times, tell me to stay off it and charge me a hundred bucks for the pleasure of getting raped in the wallet, but a friend of mine broke a toe once and they told him there's naught to be done. So yay! I feel blessed...I want a new job.

And before anyone asks how I know it's broken without seeing a doctor, it's just the sort of thing you know when it happens. It's kind of like falling in love. Feels pretty similar too. hah...I was on my ass for ten minutes. Take my word, it's broke.

Dave.

So, Verizon is busy living up to it's reputation of doing fuck-all to get my DSL back. I've been told it would happen this way, so I can't say I'm surprised. I can, and will, however; say that I am just as nut-crushing pissed as I thought I'd be. Somewhere below the surface of my calm, extracted ocean of SELF, I let myself believe that maybe (MAYBE!) I'd be that special one that got his 'net back when he was told he would. I thought the gods would smile upon me, and shine the light of a warm and loving sun down upon my pale, third-shift, pasty skin. But no, it turns out these are the same gods who froze my game of God of War at the exact moment I was about to hand Aries' ass to him. Devlish bastards, they make me weep, and yell "Fuckbag" alot.

So we've moved. The neighbors seem cool, even if their dogs like to eat our garbage. It was funny last week. Today it's less-so. That's a diplomatic way of saying I have a big muscle car with huge blind spots and who knows, y'know?  Things could happen.

Work continues to troll along, there's not much to say about it. It's unsurpassed in it's ability to consume and bore the all-hell out of everything it comes into contact with. It's just a giant gaping rectal breach. I won't even go into the people I have to work with. Some are ok, others are bacteria. You know how it is.

In home-related news, the Wife continues to rock all things rockable, both in-house and at school. She did very well this week, I maintain my pride. She puts alot on herself, and always finds a way to come through. I'm sure I'm no help with the practical applications of day-to-day life, unless it involves pressing colored buttons whereby a pixleated hero on my television responds with unholy savagery. Aside from that, I'm kind of a nuisance, but she persists in loving me and that makes me happy. She's the best. EVER.

I had more to say, but I'm kind of losing patience with myself, and there's other things to do. For instance, I'm fucking ripe, and so wouldn't hate a shower. We'll see if I get around to that.

Dave.