not to be a…
if you posture and you know it youre a… if you posture and you know it youre a….. if you posture and you know it, and youre proud to be a show-it, if you posture and you know it, youre a jerk.
if you posture and you know it youre a… if you posture and you know it youre a….. if you posture and you know it, and youre proud to be a show-it, if you posture and you know it, youre a jerk.
JUST because baseball blows and you feel cheated out of your life
doesnt mean you have to h8 on.
flip it, tink.

i wrote a big long diatribe about nothing in particular. then i was outraged by its lack of specificity. now i steel my resolve and say that i am compelled by melancholy. i dont think it implies the same as melancholy in the context of hemmingway or dostoyevsky or whatever. its my defense mechanism for the state of the world. maybe i like it. frankly i am concerned by the lack of persons that are not reveling in melancholy. its a terrible world. dont get caught up in the great life we have in america. for every one of us that has a good life there are probably four that have shitty lives. do your duty. be depressed about it. then go further than me. effect change. dont look to your government. dont talk about the grand ‘WE’ because it probably doesnt exist. do something. write a poem. carve wood. blow glass. eat nails. i dont know.
dont talk to me about 24-bit color depth. dont do it.
bombs are a departure from reality. they take nice whole molecules and polymers and neural nets and JIGGLE them around and what you have is new reality. reality that is not reconciled with pre-bomb reality. so is the crazy mind that wants to boom boom a bomb already bombed in the head? living in a bombed out reality in which it is not only justified and logical but NATURAL? bombers operate somewhere else. they need counseling. by that jack nicholson character in anger management. i never saw that though.wasnt he the source of the anger or something? maybe that would be the wrong guy. maybe lilith from cheers. or frasier? yeah. kelsey grammer. aka side show bob. aka the beast. UPS TO BEAST. yeah i think kelsey grammar has enough nastiness in him as well as objectivity to really get to the root of the rotten shit burn stain that causes some people to screw with other people beyond shaving cream and paintball. i tend to hate those two things as much as banana flavored pop-ice and broken shell necklaces, but ill take them over senseless murdering of the populace. nasty terrorist poo poo heads who dont play enough dumb 3rd person shooters and never get schmaquered so they create new outlets in the name of religion and social health. nice. roaches and fire ants are going to be laughing at us in 500 years. they will be eating all the bioengineered crops, hanging out in rich peoples houses watching LCD tv and sucking down rolling rock because rolling rock could only taste that bad thanks to preservatives that MUST be like formaldehyde. YAY! pretty future. i need to buy stock in amdro and raid.
taking care of animals is not my forte. while my cat is a simple instance of life which is relatively self regulating and with mostly independant survival skills, domesticated parrots are like pieces of software that are complicated but require another program to initiate. like kids. kids need a bigger human to function or they get dumb. parrots are the same way but way more difficult to manage because they dont ever speak anthro-language. its a mimicry at best and the associative strength while good (a three year old at best i believe) is not easy to implement. it takes constant interaction and attention and frankly its more than i can muster. so the bottom line is this. if youre thinking about a parrot, but you are not sure you can handle it, just have a kid instead. they are easier to maintain, for a brief three years you can teach them to pretend like they are a parrot, and eventually they will clean up their own shit and they will mow your lawn for you. not to mention fix your computers and party like crusty washed up british loser rock stars. im not sure why people have pets. im not really sure why i have a cat. sometimes im pretty sure its cruel to keep my cat pent up. other times i think well shes not too smart. she would chase a car if it looked like a roach. am i saving my cat? thats pretty deep. no i wasnt thinking deep. i think it is fondness for cute examples of things. even when animals do stupid shit it is eventually cute. i guess thats it. so i suppose your final option instead of birds or a cat is to get a low profile lcd television and have your favorite nature show or any of those david attenborough documentaries looping infinitely. no bird shit, no fleas, no cat hair, no nothing. and best of all if you connect a computer you could have a virtual pet! that you could turn off when it gets annoying! ah the fate of animals.
post is a ceral brand. this is worthless interweb drivel, brought to you by post.
my email address is NOT sboot@pobox.com. NOTNOTNOTNOTNOT. although it still works now, it wont work in the future. the new email is samir@bootwala.net YESYESYESYESYESYES. (that was a page i just took from pomp. hi pomp) if you dont email me then you dont care. if you send me email at sboot@pobox.com i have to pay 3 dollars for the pie that is delivered to your domicile and then thrown in your face. and really. who wants that to happen?
well all dentists are not created equal and im not ever going to a dentist in austin again. today i had my teeth cleaned and the girl was so thorough and so not intimidating and so not concerned with the cost of procedures thanks to the fact that that office charges 102 bux for everything that im convinced that i will go back to the dentist one day. and the clean. the clean! my teeth feel like they have been given the ablution all teeth hope for! my teeth are not white like piano keys. they are not shiny like vaseline. they are just clean. heres to dentists! wait no. fuck longhorn dental! you suck like a vacuum! go new dentists: yarborough and associates! you rock! there. felt good.
well its been a fantastic week. thankfully i do not think i will be able to condense it all down in a coherent synopsis thanks to my disarrayed memory. i went to see the body worlds exhibit at the museum of natural science. it was very interesting. apparently plastination infuses the target with a polymer resin and is cross linked after injected. main point of this useful information? it doesnt smell like ass when you walk by and look at it because there is no formaldehyde. additionally the unorthodox and mostly comical presentations of the human body made the exhibit as much about creative representation as it did accurate representation of the human body. i have now officially partied on a ranch. while some people might call their place the OK corral or the blah-blah ranch, i went to a real ranch and it was totally more fulfilling. the props go to jenny for a more than memorable 2nd/3rd of july celebration. i want land now. with a ranch on it. and stuff in the ranch. it rained lots today. creek=full. i have no idea how common this is but people at work today do not seem phased. they must be prepared for the melting of the ice caps apparently and the eventual loss of all predictable weather systems. good for them.
Monthly Archives: July 2006