im ok with tmounted i guess. im tainted by the good and shit in life now. im no baby. life in oklahoma is as taint mounted as most places ive lived, mostly. cloistered, true, but still, tm is tm. its just that the tmount here is more easily identified. tattoos? maybe if people had them: FACEBOOK TMOUNT ASS. would everyone wear it? id be alone. maybe steven. hes an ass on fbook. meh. fyi i didnt make meh. im not that cool. mike lossos made it for me. it was my first meh, i adopted it, and im citing it. i do that. im not a ripper offer. hear that OK? cite it dont rip it.

so much has happened to me in the last 4 months that im pretty sure i have a novel of perfection and putrescence to publish. the range is awesome to behold. no its not. its old hat?

burglars? yeah. more hit me. was it at gunpoint? no. only chris remembers. was it full of love? yeah. only the lovers and the haters and the trespassers care. was there technology? yeah. tom cruise missed the script. gave it to alecgynness. was there music? ask the organ. it knows nothing. i saw dorian small, i saw elvis again, i saw the ghostland (barely), i saw weird stuff at soundpony that sounded good at the show but sucked after i listened to the cd i bought.

lets start somewhere real. a beautiful hotness and i dated for a brief forever and had some great now and thens and in betweens. we also saw vomit and wheatgrass and bad cameron movies together. we liked friday night lights and mostly liked eggs/cooking (not really just well cooked eggs @adamrio). there was lots of good and more than enough love in the world of happiness. the hurt afterwards is worse than rambo III and that bullet. happy doesnt erase imparity. life is a dick. wake up me. the app i use isnt working.

im inside a shell of hesitance lately. im not lost, nor am i in need of counsel. im just fucked up by a major rift in my life that i need to bridge and its a slow course. id say its the second rift but i barely understand one from the other.

love is awesome. and by that i mean a tall precipice you can stand on or fall off. dont fall off it sucks. hey thats wisdom! (bleh)

i went to prague.
http://picasaweb.google.com/saboot/Prague2009#
mikes camera. mine was taken. by DICKS.

it was extremely soon to leave the country after having my domicile raped again by would be “artisans” but it was travel or lose more money so i gunned it to the soviet failure. what happened? mike and aaron helped me drink my happiness away. what? wasnt i latently TB? why yes! its ok! i saw the last starfighter and i pressed THAT button!

we met people. we talked to people (while ordering) mike bought aaron a hat (again) i yelled cabbage (repeatedly) we walked (5-10 per day) we danced (once?) we drank (our sorrows?) into oblivion. they are of my best friends. dont screw with them. thats my right not yours. wait i owe rogers, and barras. so im into them both again. damnit.

christ mass sucked. im done with christ mass. unless its shel silversteins in july. its not cultural to waste money. its not religious to not spend that money on the unfortunate. its not good to hate on the unknown. its not healthy to eat an assload of crappy food for a week. its also not right to not sell <3.2 at grocery stores. unrelated. just end christ mass. stop massing. wake up assholes. im a diva.

where the hell am i lately. its hard for me to determine. i am starting to dig into my work. i see a bigger picture i guess. whats weird about it is i see a bigger picture that is both related and unrelated to my job. jobs, friends, family, music, fish, love, shades, over-used irony and mod-squad lingo.

the year is ripe. i have a lot to learn and hopefully less to not blog about. why do i use the word blog again after years? because blogging sucks again. yes. you are one of four to read this. its already ancient!

i resolve, months late, not to disrespect my friends. you are my futon. i dont change sheets often though. what?

ps curry send the chap again i was pumping gas. or thieving m nature if you willl.

look i havent blogged in a long time. but its not like i dont give a shit. in fact i give more shits now that ive taken two steps back and one step forward and four steps there.

i still drink a soda every now and then. i still prefer good music to bs music. i still try to keep my back straight in spite of my godly advantages. once in a while i think about the unfortunate.

some things are no longer the same. first of all, i have a zero tolerance policy for you if you watch FNC. get TF out. second, bye flickr you rocked then you sucked. third. thanks mariah. fourth? no more fourths.

brb.

though i still have over 8 books in progress. where is my mind.

my mind uploaded a lot of pictures. they are all here:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/sets/72157622259335265/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/sets/72157622259401227/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/sets/72157622384161634/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/sets/72157622384235326/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/sets/72157622384763272/

new: i think the gaming group has been born here. steven jenny and kevin are great gamers. it takes a group with a special head for stupid detail in order to have a good game. i dont think the group has the energy lately for playing arkham horror but it will come. maybe. arkham has killed steven and i every time. we will persevere.

the ebb and tide of my emotions has definitely stabilized over the last couple months. i have not had time to even doodle the kitteh tent that i need to make to make the z happy. i need to get on that. a few projects have risen to the top lately in fact.

time. is very precious. never waste it.

more new: i have been drinking juices here and there. jen tipped me off to the champion juicer model which is a masticating juicer whose motor just keeps on and on and on. who knew drinking vegetables could be so delicious. well obviously jen did.

im headed to atlanta for the weekend. my sister the urologist will not be working so we are going to hang out. were seeing medeski martin and wood on friday. jen took me to see elvis costello a couple weeks ago. yep. if you hear me whine about anything, please kick me in the teeth first, then punch my ass.

right now im trying to get my ankle to pop. you know that feeling where you have a joint that will make a satisfying pop but it wont pop?

mom and dad have iphones now. yasmin has an iphone. wtf have i done. my technolust has spread. i foisted it on my loving family who were free of the shackles previously. now we are all doomed. without their tempered restraint my electronic addictions will run amuck. dont talk to me. you might become the owner of a supercomputer or a tricorder the next day.

meh.

tirades:
1) if you are an asshole that doesnt GET it when people that you are talking to are bored out of their fucking minds, then you deserve to have people talk about you behind your back. why? you decided to waste their time and pretend to have a conversation but instead you just prattled on

2) if you are going to offer advice to someone, you should stop for a moment, take your hand, and slap your face as hard as you can. why? youre so wrong i can smell your odor from here.

3) hello garbage men and dipshit bums in the alley. its so much easier SO much easier, to get the garbage into the dumpster if the following occur: you dont slash the bags of GARBAGE open and throw the contents on the ground, and then OMFG if you throw the contents of the tub INTO the truck not ONTO the ground.

im winding down. somehow, although my goal was to be asleep by midnight every day, i have developed the 3am burnout. unfortunately for my special little body im at work by 830am. well nominally.

still, there must be a precipice. right? i cant keep dancing on the lips of a gaping mouth forever and not ever feel the hot breath of futility or internal collapse, can i? tonight its 2am, so maybe the winds of change are blowing that hot breath into my ear and giving me a slimy willy.

ahol and i are starting a band called ninja shit. ill keep you posted on this.

im in a hotel in mcalester tonight. i had to switch rooms because the air conditioner died in the first one and i almost melted into constituent puddles.

most notable occurances:

ik is coming to visit,
i scored a new-old juicer thanks to jen and greg and Taz,
there is a neon pink lit hotel named happy days down the street,
iphone + carrier hack = sweet sweet service. thanks bells.
the heart moves on.

i got a haircut today with my freebie after ten in a row and amanda (the ONLY stylist that has ever cut my hair and not made it look like a rat chewed through it) went pretty stylish on me. i feel like if i had asked her to “make it what morrissey might want HIS hair to be styled like” that she hit it. spot on. also she did something called “camouflage” which is subtle but i am impressed.

last night caleb and spencer and i went out on calebs boat to skiatook lake. all i can say is im lucky to be walking around in my shoes because i keep getting startled by how fucking awesome things are lately. and while it still surprises me to say it i think im really at home here in tulsa.

im off to make tabouli.

sabra lives in ny and she attended many parties at neans. wait correction. sabra STARTED SHIT on neans.

sabra: gossip, waffles, campaign, zombie.

i havent really been in a coma, but recovering from the exodus of a gf. it has been an up and down month but im coming around. if you know me and we are friends, thanks for keeping tabs on me and propping me up. while im not surprised that my friends continue to be so fucking awesome that im sad for everyone else in the world, im no less thankful. and thanks for listening to me rationalize something thats not rational and prattle on and on about endless details about what was fun and unfettered but simply didnt work out because we were at different places and had different ideas of what we experienced and how it affected us as a pair vs us as two apart.

i have also been recuperating, as i have been exhuasted for the last 3 months and acutely aware of the fact that i am either an xman whose superpower is lack of sleep or i have been dancing on the head of sleeplessness without heed of important physical characteristics. sometimes you forget about yourself. either way i have been engaging in earthy, all veg activities, consuming every opportunity to go rafting on the illinois, walks, bike rides, jaunts to the market, and terrible and treacherous trips off my patio straight into my bushes. with the help of some of my mentors here i will be producing alcohol i cant drink, juices that will sustain me, bike rides that strengthen me, and possibly tshirts that win the hearts of all and the hatred of the rest.

im slowly getting my new place livable and cozy. it needs paint, but im not ready to commit to that weekend project just yet. it also needs curtains, but alan already psuedo volunteered his mom for that project. there is also trepidation regarding a new tenant next door. russell moved to houston, leaving rather large shoes to fill for the next person. lets see how the chips fall, with me prepared to cry in agony or yap in triumph.

some of you might notice a striking resemblance to bakeumz site. why? he found the theme that he dreamed of, and soon after he showed me the dream, i ate it and burped my way back to wordpress to lick the table scraps he shared. heres to bakeumz:

notice the lack of posts also. i have returned to the clutches of wordpress and i guess im ok with it, although im having a few issues running some scripts that jax found for me due to mysql version problems. (this is partly bluehost sucking shit once again and requiring laborious sessions with their more than inadequate customer support crew). im already sure that there will be customization boundaries, but all in all im more concerned with content lately. and eggz themes. im not saying drupal will be dead to me, just think that wp abstracts more of the grunt work right now and allows me to continue with slovenly practices of site maintenance.

let me not forget about my little buddy zaph0d. she has taken the bizarre changes over the last few months far better than i have. the moving, the late nights, the sulkiness, the parties, the new couch, the constant inflow of new people. my kitty is the friendliest fiestiest pink eared meower around and is not afraid to meow meow it to anybody dumb enough to say otherwise. and she probably thinks im a retard for “meow meowing” at her all the time.

last: music has been the constant pulse that i have been clinging to for the last 3 weeks to get me through washes of emotions that i have not known how to interpret. and while im listening to space fertilizer now, it was foxes and panic and robots and ghetto and mulshi and sleep-swim and all the rest. im not a virtuoso of anything but i know that the music was the phosphate buffer system that has kept the coke from dissolving away my self. thanks buffer.

ill see you around. sorry to have fallen off the world. we can build him stronger.

the trip to austin was great. its always nice to remind yourself you have the best friends on the planet. try it sometime. unfortunately your mileage may vary. my friends really are the best. here! http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/sets/72157620844952956/

going to houston to have a camper installed on the truck. the truck! still no pictures. of that or the apartment. maybe, on the day i move out and buy a new car, i will post some of both?

found a flea on z tonight. treated her, and will have to flea bomb the place while we are gone tomorrow.

such is life. find the fleas, run from the fleas, kill the fleas, live amongst the slain and disfigured corpses of fleas.

oh!

did you know that openoffice totally sucks compared to ms office 2007?
did you know that windows 7 is lickety slam better than vista and vista was no slouch?
did you know that the writer and director of rent jonathan larson died the day before the release of the musical?
did you know that if you rub wet coffee grounds on your post garlic stankt fingers that you will again be able to smell the world?

did you know that:
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while i have reached an all time high hatred for almost all social networking, most of my friends are using it obsessively and i rarely get any of them on the phone but in some cases thats a good thing because some are boring on the phone

my pretty lady is leaving for colombia for the long haul and im headed for glorious doldrums

my dad is visiting me and in the brief hours hes been here he already cooked me kheema

im going to austin to visit and go to a wedding after being gone for 1 year and 1 week and aaron is doing all the planning

my first acer ws monitor (the second of the dual monitor pair i assembled two years ago) was just received by acer for color problems

i threw out six pairs of boxer underwear in favor of boxer briefs

i reflashed my fw with 2.2.1 and nuked over 6 pages of retarded apps. the hunger is still there however

my mom uses her zune and its easy

i use my iphone and often revile it

i suffered my first meaningful defeat on scrabble online and it was down to the last word

israel offered peace, but the way a cruel and cripplingly stupid parent offers badly cooked eggplant to a child used to grilled cheese
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yes many things have occurred in the last month. i did move from down the street into a great duplex. more room, better layout and way WAY more rabid dogs running into the bathroom. everything but the last part.

i suppose most of my selfish abstinence from the online world of self gratification has been to hang out with amy before she flees from oklahoma to a city that almost sounds like a state. im happy for amy but im not happy for my shirts because they will be stained by the river of my tears for months. awwwwww.

you might think im being flippant. but when you come over and hear the smiths blaring for hours on the stereo youll rethink your tack.

ive posted a little more evidence that i am indeed alive here:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/

have you leveraged the power of tags in flickr yet? after the YEARS of harping i have done? no? here is a demonstration :

birthday : http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=birthday&w=39749706%40N00

amy cute : http://www.flickr.com/search/?w=39749706%40N00&q=amy+cute&m=text

cat : http://www.flickr.com/search/?w=39749706%40N00&q=cat&m=text

me chicago : http://www.flickr.com/search/?w=39749706%40N00&q=me+chicago&m=text

im almost moved in to my new place. more worthless pictures are forthcoming. of my new place, my new truck, my new silicone breasts, and my new board games.

settle, kettle.

lets be honest. i have not been posting shit to the internet lately. i guess in my old crusty age im getting curmudgeony? i turned 31 on saturday. it was a brilliant affair. there is so much to tell. to tell who? more on that in a subsequent post. right now i want to give props.

amy got me a tshirt that is going to get so goobered up from constant wear that she will hate it soon. the goal will be to wear it to the cinema in its worst state with her berating herself for giving it to me.

shaheen got me a sweet threadlesszzzzz but i am not quite a yeti yet so i will trade it in for a shrimpy size, but the threadless theme of her gifts is predictably awesome and i hope she doesnt start getting me spoons or slippers because im old now.

yasmin sent me a photo that apple would kill me to get the rights to but fuck them because they still havent given me push notifications so i keep the picture until.

the grand finale. momz pulled a couple off my amazon wish list and i just got flummoxed by two calvinos and real genius, which got stolen in the great train robbery of 2007.

i love everybody but i love you guys more because you got me stuffz. free market folks. my love is for sale like everything else in the world.

i will be posting to the blog soon, just discovered a tool that jaxon has been telling me to use for months, and with it i finally have the help in shaping a few more facets of the site.

but if you look for me on frackbook or twerpster youll probably get nothing as i apexed and am now in decline on both. try your hand. who knows. maybe this old dog will learn new trix. i still lurk like the trew l33chr i am.

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