The Return of the Revenge of the Son of The Beast - Wednesday, April 23rd, 2003
Wow. four months since my last entry. Almost six since my last public entry.
A lot has happened since then. Tremendous amount.
Still alive, still awake, still active. Proactive? I hope so.
I don't know where to start, but I'd better spew some history on here for my own memory's sake.
Work: same. DirecTV now to be bought by Rupert Murdoch. Heil Fox News - now with even more propaganda in every sound bite!
Home: sameolesameole, with a newfound twist of forgiveness and introspection. Tangerine tree with stunning fruit in the backyard. Now growing in the side garden for your pleasure and amazement, let's give it up for The Organic Patch - Broccoli, Romaine, Bibb, Sweet Basil, French Tarragon, with carrots, peas, tomatoes, peppers, and others to join in soon. Local MeterMadame ticketed my car for parking on a lawn. Grandpa's private lawn. Not paying it, the bastards can sue me for $38. They might be that stupid, as they did ticket me in the first place...
Days off: research, errands, ingestation of plant matter for healing purposes, protesting bu$h cabal's neocolonial christofascist preplanned PNAC-laden bid for world domination (free prize inside: police state 2004! Collect all discarded civil liberties - make a complete set!). Run headlong into walking walls of fear-driven willful ignorance at least 3 times daily. More on workdays. Considering buying a helmet to avoid top-down spinal trauma.
Hobbies: the stuff that free time was made of. Where have all the hours gone, long time passing, long ago?
Point of Order: Banning or harassing celebrities for their political views - bad. Just as bad as doing the same to everyday Joe and Jane Lunchbox. Censorship is censorship, people. Pick up the clue phone, its incessant ringing will drive you mad.
Quote for the Ages: "Five midgets. Spanking a man covered in thousand island dressing. Is this part of making love too?" - Token, South Park
5:37am means this is the end of this epistle. More - when? If I know what's good for me, I'll start writing everyday, even if private, lest the madness inside the ol' cranium drive me, er, mad.