Ello, you English dog types. It's late Thursday. I have to be at work tomorrow (Friday) morning at 5:00. How much sleep will I be getting? Any bets? Any bets? ("I'll take zero, Mr. Cook-Feltz!" -- random guy in back with mullet and fu man chu) Sold! Zero it is, Mr. Misguided Hairstyle! You win the grand prize, a year's supply of Coke II! Available ( Read more... )

Ugs. Things have gotten a teensy bit boring around here. Cedar Falls is ( Read more... )

Man, I tell you what. You go three months without TV of any sort, and cable turns into a sort of fast food menu. It's kind of cool, and damn if it isn't amazing how many channels you can access, but shit son, there's a lot of crap in there. I like the fact that I can turn it on, and watch The Daily Show or something. But man, so many damn talk ( Read more... )

Ah, so, we meet again. I'm still at Rainey's house; she leaves on Wednesday, about, oh, a day and a half from now. But not that I'm counting or anything. (Or that anyone is. Certainly not her.) She's off packing, and I'm working on giving her a lot of fantastic music before she goes. Got two computers up and running at the moment, each one ( Read more... )

Retreating to the Hobbit Hole am I. Yes indeed folks, it's Saturday evening, and I'm at Rainey's, in the midst of a familial sendoff in her honor. It's your typical rural Iowan family get-together, complete with really good food and fairly claustrophobic midwestern conversation. The women have retreated to the kitchen, the men retreated to the TV ( Read more... )

Greetings. I'm tired. But that's okay, because it's Friday, I'm in Cedar Falls, and for once, I have absolutely nothing to do all day! Ohhh, it feels so good. Of course, I'm up nonetheless. 10:25 on a day with nothing to do, and I'm up. I had to fight to sleep past 10:00. What is happening to me??? I'm becoming. . . a morning person??? Jesus, lock ( Read more... )

Man, this kind of sucks. I'm getting up in just about six hours, to go to work. 5 AM to 2 PM. Otherwise known as the Breakfast of Champions shift. . . or perhaps, the Breakfast of Struggling College Students Taking The Summer Off By Working Fulltime At A Second-Rate Gas Station shift. Whichever one rolls off your tongue faster. I really don't mind ( Read more... )

First part of August huh. How strange. Time really does fly, doesn't it. I'm sort of in this weird position where, during the week, I just can't wait for time to fly, mostly because of my job and the heat. It's not a bad job by any means (kind of hard to find something truly wrong with working at a gas station, since you don't do all that much), ( Read more... )

I recieved this in an email this evening, forwarded to me from a colleague of mine. I don't know about you, but I find this tremendously appalling, and I'd like to hear what the rest of you think. A real entry will be coming shortly, but in the mean time, wrap your brains around this brilliant little tidbit.

WOULDN'T IT BE GREAT TO TURN ON THE TV ( Read more... )

Salutations and what's up. My tour de Iowa takes me back to my hometown of Cedar Falls, once again, and this time I'm writing on the olde family computer. No fancy-schmancy pirated wireless for me tonight, I'm afraid. Not quite worth the effort, what being it's 1:12 AM in the morning and all. Anyway, tis a very peaceful evening, not that cloudy, ( Read more... )