And now, because something Mike D said reminded me of it:

Song Of Myself
By Walt Whitman

The past and present wilt--I have fill'd them, emptied them,
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.

Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.

Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his supper?

Who wishes to walk with me?
Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?

These just in:

After a bout of heavy drinking, a landscape worker, riding home with his buddies, fell to his death while trying to urinate out of the open door of their car at about 25 mph (Croesgoch, Wales, November).

A 46-year-old man became the most recent to fall to his death on the side of a highway after stopping his car in the dark and searching for a place to urinate (but falling 300 feet off a cliff) (Columbia, Calif., March).

From March 29 to April 6, there were no reported gunshot injuries in the New York City borough of The Bronx, the first such week in at least a decade and probably much longer, in that during the equivalent week 10 years ago, there were 30 shootings and 12 murders.

So see? Humanity seems to be making a little progress after all.

I'm sure we'll find some way to fuck it up though. It's the humanist in me.

Fight Club!


What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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There is an evil here in the ghetto. One that I now see I must destroy at all costs.

There is a man, a demon in human form, the most insidious pusher in the world peddling his wares on the street in front of my house and he must be stopped.

The Ice Cream Man must DIE.

Yes, the Ice Cream Man. Don't give me that fucking look, you don't have to deal with this piece of shit. Every warm day he circles our nieghborhood six or eight times, blasting this little tune that loops every ten seconds or so. The problem? He plays it at a volume that can be heard from THREE FUCKING BLOCKS AWAY. Taking into consideration that he circles every block several times, this makes for several HOURS of this fucking little xylophone tune and it's driving me FUCKING INSANE!

Yeah, I know, short drive.

Honestly though, I can't take much more of this.

It was different when I was five years old living in this same house. I used to love to see the Ice Cream Man. Seems like back then he only came by once a week or so though. But anyways, now that I'm an adult and capable of buying my own fucking ice cream the novelty is completely GONE.

Yep, one of these days, my attic window, my Lee Harvey Oswald rifle...

Rich sent this.

I'm not really sure just what to say about it, but there it is.

Thought for the day:
God pisses on you every day,
but he only drowns you once.

So I introduced Jeremy the Kung-Fu-Jew to 'Freddy v/s Jason' tonight.

For those of you that don't know him, there are a few things you should know.

#1: Till he met us, Jeremy had never seen any horror films. (Well, none worth mentioning really).

#2: We marathoned the first 9 'Friday the 13th' films.

#3: He's not really Jewish. I've mentioned this before.

Anyways, Jeremy gave the movie the greatest endorsement I think he's ever given any film we've watched. He said, and I quote: "That movie was so good I almost quit drinking so I could pay more attention."

Yes, there had been considerable ammounts of alcohol consumed, but that aside, it really is a good movie. Even if you're completely unfamilliar with Freddy or Jason (the Jew has actually never seen a 'Nightmare On Elm Street' movie. We're working on that.) you can jump right in and still enjoy it. That is if watching teenagers get turned into cube steak for an hour and a half is your idea of entertainment.

It is mine.

Oh, while I'm typing, some friends of mine, a guy I went to high school with and his wife (whose names I'm withholding for reasons that will become clear) have a little boy that's almost 3 years old. He plays HALO on the X-box, and for his age he's very good. So he's walking around the house the other day and a new phrase parts his lips: "What the hell?"

This naturally perplexes the parents who don't routinely use that phrase. Perplexes them until thier oldest boy explains to them that the other characters in the video game say that when they encounter the enemy.

This brings to three the total of phrases he's learned from HALO. Those being:

"What the hell?"

"I need the shotgun."

And "Me kill."

Anyways, I left out the names should anyone take offense to the idea of a two year old playing a 'Mature' rated game and learning such colorfull speech from it.

By the way, if you DID take offense, I'd like you to take a nice long look at the world around you and try shutting the fuck up. They're good parents and he's a good kid. Hell, he makes me want to have kids, and that takes a fucking LOT.

Well, sun's coming up. I'm going to bed. I'm sure I'll think of something else to write by tomorrow. Hell, I'm fairly certain that some of it might have actually occurred even.

Not that I'd lie to you guys. It's just that my memory has been a little multiple-choice lately if you know what I mean.

See you in hell.