(Intermittent Transmission of a Wandering Mind)
-Logue
This is where dispatches from my ongoing peculiarities will appear.
Updates, artwork, mild revelations, and the occasional useful scrap. A space for thoughts to stretch, stammer, or shimmer. Expect stories, sketches, reflections, and the occasional something that isn’t quite sure what it is yet. Frequency may vary. Clarity is not guaranteed. Proceed gently. Do not tap the glass. The specimens may be watching you too.
...and Rodan lives on Northport...it's true!
I feel as if I could actually split myself open and share my stomach contents as stew with the less fortunate....that being, those that are unfortunate enough to stand in a soup line that ends with a bowl of my half digested meals of the past several days. There's probably some sort of law against that to begin with, so I won't even bother. Instead, I'm just hoping to get gas to release some of the pressure.
Last Wednesday I officially walked out of my job with the clear and determined intention NOT to return to it. The end of my work day consisted of wiping my computer clean of any personality, bookmarks, folders or other tale tell signs that I once worked upon it. My personal coffee cup was cleaned and packed....the pictures that were mine were rolled and stored for transport....and a list of work needing to be completed was left at the foot of the keyboard. I locked up the office, arrived home and immediately started packing my bags. At 2am Thursday morning Clint and myself were on the road on our way to New York.
This had been a decision that had been killing me for months....lingering in the back of my mind since the previous June. This was a decision that at moments made me litterally physically ill and so insanely stressed out that I couldn't tell which way was up. This was a decision that has long been overdue.
Now, a week later, we are on the return to Louisville with the direction I think we both needed to get things in motion. And I return with about a months worth of food in my stomach. You see, the running joke about me with all of my close friends (ok, ONE of the many running jokes) is that I am an anaconda....that is, on an average, I probably eat one full meal every two days and do just fine that way....anything more makes me lethargic and gassy and basically unpleasant to be around. On this venture my average has most likely increased to a "normal" three meals a day. I feel bloated and drunk and have a strong desire to dawn a wig and promote art, but that's a whole seperate story as well as an inside joke that most of you aren't going to get so I digress.
I actually have no idea where it is I was going with this blog....not really that I ever have had any clue what I'm trying to say when I start writing....I suppose that I just felt that I should write something after receiving several messages asking wether i was ok or dead. Wether I killed myself or Clint, and one message from my former employer asking wether I planned on returning to work or not.
In response: I'm fine....better than I've been in two years actually. I am unemployed, I will be 35 in 3 days, I will be living in New York in a matter of weeks.....and I've never felt so ok with my situation since I can remember.
Except for the amount of food I've consumed.....so, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go upstairs and fart on Clint.
Goodnight.
Last Wednesday I officially walked out of my job with the clear and determined intention NOT to return to it. The end of my work day consisted of wiping my computer clean of any personality, bookmarks, folders or other tale tell signs that I once worked upon it. My personal coffee cup was cleaned and packed....the pictures that were mine were rolled and stored for transport....and a list of work needing to be completed was left at the foot of the keyboard. I locked up the office, arrived home and immediately started packing my bags. At 2am Thursday morning Clint and myself were on the road on our way to New York.
This had been a decision that had been killing me for months....lingering in the back of my mind since the previous June. This was a decision that at moments made me litterally physically ill and so insanely stressed out that I couldn't tell which way was up. This was a decision that has long been overdue.
Now, a week later, we are on the return to Louisville with the direction I think we both needed to get things in motion. And I return with about a months worth of food in my stomach. You see, the running joke about me with all of my close friends (ok, ONE of the many running jokes) is that I am an anaconda....that is, on an average, I probably eat one full meal every two days and do just fine that way....anything more makes me lethargic and gassy and basically unpleasant to be around. On this venture my average has most likely increased to a "normal" three meals a day. I feel bloated and drunk and have a strong desire to dawn a wig and promote art, but that's a whole seperate story as well as an inside joke that most of you aren't going to get so I digress.
I actually have no idea where it is I was going with this blog....not really that I ever have had any clue what I'm trying to say when I start writing....I suppose that I just felt that I should write something after receiving several messages asking wether i was ok or dead. Wether I killed myself or Clint, and one message from my former employer asking wether I planned on returning to work or not.
In response: I'm fine....better than I've been in two years actually. I am unemployed, I will be 35 in 3 days, I will be living in New York in a matter of weeks.....and I've never felt so ok with my situation since I can remember.
Except for the amount of food I've consumed.....so, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go upstairs and fart on Clint.
Goodnight.
...and there will be French Toast in the morning!
A few things have recently come to my attention: First, that I am the newest member of the unemployed (which I have learned is NOT actually an invertabrate animal closely related to the squid....I blame public schooling for that misconception)....and Second, that I am at this moment in New York (which has nothing to do with chocolate covered mints that make you think that you are skiing in some majestic mountain setting....for that I blame myself).
Did you know that it costs near seven dollars to ride the train one way from Northport on Long Island to Penn Station in the city? Or that throwing eggs at pedestrians while naked as the day you were born and screaming obscenities as explitives will land you in jail? Or finally that it's really NOT a good idea to go to jail completely naked?
These are the things that I'm learning about the big city. I also learned that gasoline is not a good liquid to use to put out your friend when he's on fire....but that's most likely true everywhere besides France....so forget I even brought it up.
No, I am here due to my promise to myself NOT to repeat the mistakes of 2005, but rather to invent a whole new dictionary of mistakes to write about days before it turns into 2007. With any luck, I'll be writing about those mistakes from my apartment in New York (most likely Brooklyn), free of both my southern accent and the last lingering shadows of my once full Chicago accent. Also, with any luck, my naked, egg-throwing friend Clint will be out of jail by then, and mostly healed from his horrible burns.
Did you know that it costs near seven dollars to ride the train one way from Northport on Long Island to Penn Station in the city? Or that throwing eggs at pedestrians while naked as the day you were born and screaming obscenities as explitives will land you in jail? Or finally that it's really NOT a good idea to go to jail completely naked?
These are the things that I'm learning about the big city. I also learned that gasoline is not a good liquid to use to put out your friend when he's on fire....but that's most likely true everywhere besides France....so forget I even brought it up.
No, I am here due to my promise to myself NOT to repeat the mistakes of 2005, but rather to invent a whole new dictionary of mistakes to write about days before it turns into 2007. With any luck, I'll be writing about those mistakes from my apartment in New York (most likely Brooklyn), free of both my southern accent and the last lingering shadows of my once full Chicago accent. Also, with any luck, my naked, egg-throwing friend Clint will be out of jail by then, and mostly healed from his horrible burns.
New for 06: Primate Hunting!!!!
yet another list..
a Year of Things I Do Not want to Overhear Someone Say while Secretly Listening to their Conversation
- I find that I'm sexually attracted to sandwiches...
- *cough* the doctor says it's highly contagious! *cough*
- Head's Up!
- While prison did cure me of my heterosexuality, it did nothing to stop the overwhelming need to rape!
- Why yes! I did shit myself! Thanks for asking...
- Well, it's all the bathing in human blood that's keeping my skin so soft...
- I need to find something to wear for the next Art Soiree...do you know where hookers shop?
- I'm so angry, I just need to STAB someone!!!
- Does this estrogen make me look fat?
- Damnit! Have you seen a snake around here? I just had it a second ago....
- I'm almost done building that new torture room I told you about...
- Want to hear my new poem about my vagina?
- Our chef is so dedicated...he's been vomitting all day, but still came into work!
- Oh my God!!! The vial broke!! It's a good thing we're wearing these hazmat suits!
- This? It's my lucky foetus....
- I don't know what I'm going to do when Bush's term is up....I just can't imagine voting for anyone smarter than a 20th generation imbred!
a Year of Things I Do Not want to Overhear Someone Say while Secretly Listening to their Conversation
- I find that I'm sexually attracted to sandwiches...
- *cough* the doctor says it's highly contagious! *cough*
- Head's Up!
- While prison did cure me of my heterosexuality, it did nothing to stop the overwhelming need to rape!
- Why yes! I did shit myself! Thanks for asking...
- Well, it's all the bathing in human blood that's keeping my skin so soft...
- I need to find something to wear for the next Art Soiree...do you know where hookers shop?
- I'm so angry, I just need to STAB someone!!!
- Does this estrogen make me look fat?
- Damnit! Have you seen a snake around here? I just had it a second ago....
- I'm almost done building that new torture room I told you about...
- Want to hear my new poem about my vagina?
- Our chef is so dedicated...he's been vomitting all day, but still came into work!
- Oh my God!!! The vial broke!! It's a good thing we're wearing these hazmat suits!
- This? It's my lucky foetus....
- I don't know what I'm going to do when Bush's term is up....I just can't imagine voting for anyone smarter than a 20th generation imbred!
Eating the ass out of 2005!
Finally! The end of 2005 is in site!
This has been a particularly difficult year not only for myself, but for all of those I am close to. Close to home, this year has brought tidings of pain, saddness, deceit, betrayal, failures, unemployment, sickness and death! Not so close to home this year bore war, natural disasters, sickness, death......you know, this now being in written form is making this past year seem not so different than any other year before it. But it has felt different, more amplified to a volume that at times was unbearable! It could be that I did end up spending this year a lot less drunk and my spongy brain was able to retain and comprehend more, but I doubt that.
No, this year had been born with a poisonous thorn in it's ass that made it mad at the world and seeking revenge. I have recently been told that possibly God itself sent this year upon us as a test of our character, and if that's so, I know a lot of people who have failed and will have to be held back another year! Good luck to those poor bastards! Myself, I don't remember enrolling in God's class so it can stuff this pop test up it's Holy Ass....I'll drop out even if it guarantees me an incomplete when I die.
Now, I'm not saying that this year was all bad, not at all! I have spent time with some amazing people, learned who my true and lifelong friends are and met some more. I had been shaken out of my self-imposed creative hiatus and routine and borrowed money from my muse! (on interest I might add.....fucking muses!)
But that being said, I am glad this year is finally sounding it's death rattle and is making it's way to the Great Year Graveyard, which is a lot like a secret elephant graveyard, but with a lot less elephants....and by a lot less I mean none....none being zero......quit looking at me!
Oh, but this year is NOT going to get off that easy! No! It's going to take a mountain of porn! But that's not even what I'm talking about when I say getting off, pervert! No, this year will not be allowed to join those that came before it in their final resting place, it needs to be put down before that thus sending it into a purgatory where it can remain forgotten....I want this year to have the inability to resurface in ghost-like form (much like Obi-Wan did with Luke....I'm a nerd, what can I say?) keeping it from reminding me of itself, telling me who my real father is, not to follow the Dark Side, or to remember to put on pants before going out!
A hunting party has already been established, consisting of myself and my friend Clint.....more like a hunting duo.....that complains and threatens one another....ok, more like two dumbasses weilding sticks and walking in circles constantly asking the other if they know where they're going.....and it has recently come to my attention that Clint doesn't know and thanks to him we're now lost! My original plan was to use Clint as bait, and when 2005 pounced on him and started to feed, I was going to raise my weapon while all at once losing my nerve....and then I run like hell screaming and shitting myself! But now it seems that I'm going to have to just kill Clint and live off his carcass if I want to make it to see 2006!
If anyone finds this letter, Help! I am lost in the wilderness and running out of Clint soup! Please send money and an Xbox 360!
God damnit.....I hate 2005!
This has been a particularly difficult year not only for myself, but for all of those I am close to. Close to home, this year has brought tidings of pain, saddness, deceit, betrayal, failures, unemployment, sickness and death! Not so close to home this year bore war, natural disasters, sickness, death......you know, this now being in written form is making this past year seem not so different than any other year before it. But it has felt different, more amplified to a volume that at times was unbearable! It could be that I did end up spending this year a lot less drunk and my spongy brain was able to retain and comprehend more, but I doubt that.
No, this year had been born with a poisonous thorn in it's ass that made it mad at the world and seeking revenge. I have recently been told that possibly God itself sent this year upon us as a test of our character, and if that's so, I know a lot of people who have failed and will have to be held back another year! Good luck to those poor bastards! Myself, I don't remember enrolling in God's class so it can stuff this pop test up it's Holy Ass....I'll drop out even if it guarantees me an incomplete when I die.
Now, I'm not saying that this year was all bad, not at all! I have spent time with some amazing people, learned who my true and lifelong friends are and met some more. I had been shaken out of my self-imposed creative hiatus and routine and borrowed money from my muse! (on interest I might add.....fucking muses!)
But that being said, I am glad this year is finally sounding it's death rattle and is making it's way to the Great Year Graveyard, which is a lot like a secret elephant graveyard, but with a lot less elephants....and by a lot less I mean none....none being zero......quit looking at me!
Oh, but this year is NOT going to get off that easy! No! It's going to take a mountain of porn! But that's not even what I'm talking about when I say getting off, pervert! No, this year will not be allowed to join those that came before it in their final resting place, it needs to be put down before that thus sending it into a purgatory where it can remain forgotten....I want this year to have the inability to resurface in ghost-like form (much like Obi-Wan did with Luke....I'm a nerd, what can I say?) keeping it from reminding me of itself, telling me who my real father is, not to follow the Dark Side, or to remember to put on pants before going out!
A hunting party has already been established, consisting of myself and my friend Clint.....more like a hunting duo.....that complains and threatens one another....ok, more like two dumbasses weilding sticks and walking in circles constantly asking the other if they know where they're going.....and it has recently come to my attention that Clint doesn't know and thanks to him we're now lost! My original plan was to use Clint as bait, and when 2005 pounced on him and started to feed, I was going to raise my weapon while all at once losing my nerve....and then I run like hell screaming and shitting myself! But now it seems that I'm going to have to just kill Clint and live off his carcass if I want to make it to see 2006!
If anyone finds this letter, Help! I am lost in the wilderness and running out of Clint soup! Please send money and an Xbox 360!
God damnit.....I hate 2005!
shitting on the wind chimes....
it's one am.....Clint is watching a movie.....and I can tell by the volume that he's watching it from four blocks away.....either that or he's hidden a fucking speaker in my pillow.....and watching it from three blocks away.....