:: 2008 18 August :: 11.50 am

People are very dumb. Thats all I can conclude.

There is NO reason to ever forward ANYTHING to X number of people to stop Y from happening. No reason.

None.

So stop it.
Stop it now.

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:: 2008 17 August :: 4.58 am

No more Arbys. Well - kinda. I need to work once a month to keep my employed status - and therefore be able to come back if I need too.

I just came across something I find amusing. Bush is pushing to redefine abortion as anything that can off a fertilized egg. I'm not sure how old this story is; or if he can muster it, But I hope he goes all the way; nothing like rustling up the democratic base in the middle of election season. Mayhaps he can lose a few more seats for his party while he's at it.

I say this because birth controll often works in this manner; by stopping a fertilized egg from attaching to the wall of whatever girl part it is babys attach too. (Its late, I'm tired, cant remember. Uterus mabye?).

A redefinition in the manner Bush wants would mean the fundies could quickly get all forms of birth controll banned, pending they found a judge that will go along with it.
It also means the basic method of in vitro would be out (or so I presume - at the very least they wouldn't be able to cull the extra eggs, as they would be protected. Woot for quads'nstuff).

Possibly thats not his intention either - but my god this is a bad idea on his part regardless. It would last at best the months until the new administration takes over.
Even if Cain takes the cake, he knows he cant sink the entire party by holding onto what would be the most politically damaging policy ever.

Stopping partial's is one thing; but dam - outlawing the pill will have half the country turned into revolutionary's overnight.

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:: 2008 13 August :: 3.30 am

Another thought I had today whilst working.

(Note - bad idea; horrid horrid bad idea. However I think to much. And right now I'm restless so I'll toss one of my bad idea's out)

That song they play to much by that hot chick on the piano mentions bottling up love.

Hold that thought. Time for a history lesson. Back in the good ole hippie days there was an inspiring chemist.. (or mabye a tweaked out hippie, but anyway), Who came up with the idea of taking regular strength L.S.D. and diluting it down to a very low dose and marketing it as "Orange Sunshine" or a few other various mellow sounding names.
It became very popular with people who didn't like the powerfull drugs that were being passed around at the time. This despite the fact that it was indeed L.S.D. My teacher compared it to the Minivan; there wasn't a market for such a thing until it was made.

So anyway - back full swing to Love in a bottle. As always - I always think on a tangent when it comes to songs I dont like. Questions popped into my head in the following order the first time I actually listened to the song.

1. Would there be a 10 cent bottle deposit?
2. Which section would it be in at the store?
3. Would love need to be carbonated?
4. Would naughty stores sell it in gag bottles to make an ironic statement?
5. Would it be a controlled substance?

This is where I got to thinking. See - we all know love (as we know it) is some pretty powerful shit. It has people doing far stupider things than most low tier drugs will inspire in a person. In fact, as a coincidence, If one looks at the brain chemistry of new love, it actually has a lot to do with amphetamines. As in METH amphetamines.

So anyway, after thinking about the Orange Sunshine - I got to thinking that someone needs to cook up some meth in some slow release form in an exceedingly low dose, alter the chemical makeup so that its legal - and sell it as love in a bottle.

Hard drug + low dose + cutesy name + legal chemical formulation = years of life destroying profitability.

However, the following problems abound.

1. Cooking meth is bad for your legal status.
2. Meth destroys you
3. The BlBrBa would make that whole slow release thing pretty hard to do.
4. Its a really bad idea in the first place.

And this has been another exciting episode of "What Rueben and Shea talk about at work to kill time"

Fin.

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:: 2008 13 August :: 3.16 am

Well, one of my two last days not working in cedar springs just got flip flopped. This leaves friday as my last day off. Which makes me hate my work. Which reminds me of a story.

A Friday or so ago was "funny shirt day". A pre-sanctioned moral booster in which employee's are given the option of wearing a funny shirt instead of the regular uniform.

Seing as how I only have one shirt with 'funny' writing on it (Your mother should have swallowed you when she had the chance - its was from a stand up gig I saw), which was not going to fly, I just wore my smock.
After working for a while someone asked my why I didnt wear a funny shirt; being a smartass I responded that indeed I was wearing a funny shirt - but that they just didn't get the joke.

Usually I would just leave it at that. However this got me thinking that perhaps there is something funny about it. So after a half hour of pondering a better response (drive through gets boring) someone asked me again and I had a much better comeback.

See, whats more funny than selling your life away for minimum wage to a soulless corporate entity for a overtaxed paycheck in a time of rampart stagflation? See - thats kinda funny? Isn't it?

Well - at least in the self depreciative kind of humor I tend to like. Like when you stub your toe; Humor is abound in that, depending on the situation.

I think I'm rambling again.

p.s - I was going to hit 'update' but somthing just happened which needs mentioned.
A daddy long leg just walked over the dam screen with a moth in tow.
Seeing as how a daddy longlegs has huge @!#$ing legs - and the moth looked like a body. I thought there was a freaking monster attacking me for a second there.

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:: 2008 9 August :: 7.20 am

I'll be up until 9ish or so - so feel free to call me if you get this before 9:30. If not - you'll read this when you get the tubes working; so in that case, loves you.

Anyway.

I'm still in an untouchable class at arbys - and not in the bad Asian way. More in the - we couldn't send you home even if we wanted too; cause no one else knows how to fix the M$#)%& F$%(&ing grease sucking contraption, type of way.

Sometimes I'm afraid I'll be stuck at that place forever. But then I realize I leave for at least 9 months in about a week. Then, depending on finances - I might be back for a few months.

Repeat that cycle - and then hopefully I can do something awesome, that doesn't involve the service industry.

Whatever. Life can be odd sometimes.
Knowledge is power; or something.

Quite happy with life.
Wish I had a decent job.
Really wish I had the willpower to avoid bad food while working at arbys.
I've never seen a yellow bird like the one just out my window.
Bouncy balls are fun for all ages; and if you cant find at least several minutes of ammusement form one - your childhood soul is probably dead.
I want tea, but the caffine would be bad.

For a moment yesterday, I thought I had a stroke. I was awake'ish, and doing dishes at arbys - and then I switched to a not so awake feeling.

I've never felt a perceivable change in mood without some outside factor such as being scared or ingesting alcohol - or taking a drag off a hookah. In general I figured it just doesnt happen. So when I went from somewhat peppy to very tired and mopey - I knew some change in brain chemistry had occurred. The only thing I could figure would do that was a stroke.

I was wrong - no stroke.

Which is good. Cause I dont think I'm in bad enough shape to have one - yet.
The meijer heart-o-matic-thing says I'm rather healthy - but we'll see.

One of these years; I really aught to go to my first post-toddler medical checkup. I've never had a phsyical; or a checkup; with the exception of a two minute deal that went as follows.

Me - "I'm pretty sure I have pink eye"
Doc - "Dam, boy! You have pinkeye"

My cat has a plastic bag tied to his tail - and is running around like a freak.

My fingers are now tired enough for me to go to sleep.
Please enjoy your day. My night begins soonish.

Random too long post that covered too many subjects is now over.

Over?

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:: 2008 3 August :: 5.04 am

More music ranting. Arbys will kill me.
If I can find better reasoning to snap than 12 hours of a radio station thats dedicated to playing the most overplayed songs 'over and over again', I'll snap; I'll snap good. I'll snap with the kind of clean break from reality that is usually accompanied by murderous rage or uncontrollable urges to jump off buildings.

I can only imagine a reason to snap better than 12 hours of 'Kissed a girl' repeated in forty minute increments would involve harmful chemicals accidentally imbibed whilst cleaning toxic mold in an unventilated space; Some other physical or chemical stress could tax ones health enough to mimic the absolute emptiness that song makes me feel after a few hundred times, but I have yet to experience it.

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:: 2008 28 July :: 12.11 am

Ohh fark. I loves you.
"And I'm sure none of the engineers here were taught by teachers."

"Of course not. They sprung, full-formed, from the head of Hephaestus with a TI-84 in one hand and a copy of the Cliff's Notes for The Fountainhead in the other."

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:: 2008 26 July :: 5.23 am

I might be tempted to buy a cd for the first time in a great long while.
The two man gentlemen band has three of them. I only have a copy of 1.

I also want to buy a live algae strain - but that shits'spensive.

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:: 2008 23 July :: 3.56 am

Summer is actually closing up here soon. Not near enough monopoly or hanging out with people. Not that there are more than a handful of people I care to see often.

In any case - today sucked. Work turned into a close shift cause the closer wanted to leave. I guess she sensed the bad voodo curse that was hexed onto the place or somthing.

I managed to nearly kill myself, cut myself on a broom handle, and burn myself rather badly. And my mananger almost knocked herself out. Twice; and bruised up her shoulder.

I also overdosed on pain med's - but that was intentional (finger still hurt like hell). Who needs a liver anyway?

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:: 2008 21 July :: 6.16 am

It was odd - I was crying but not. The dew was just so thick that it pooled up and ran down my face as I rode home. Mini rain drops suspended in place.

I really really wonder about our society sometimes. People run around and 'listen' to music, and hold no grasp on what it means or what message is inherent to its words.

Some instances get really bad. In particular its when a song gets popular for reasons completely unrelated to the song itself.

First case in point. MORE COWBELL. SNL propelled Dont Fear the Reaper into a lot of fame. Or - at least the first 30 seconds of it. I saw two people in the same night with "More cowbell" shirts on. I wonder if they have any clue that the song is about couples offing themselves to achieve transcendent love? Most likely not - because the ones that do know that are probably just annoyed that a pretty good song got turned into an internet cliche.
Perhaps I should just figure people are more swayed by SNL than the song, and that the song really has nothing to do with it other than an odd choice of percussion instruments.

The one that really gets me though is that god awful "Superman that hoe" song that refuses to die off of the airwaves.

Doesnt ANYBODY know what the hell this song is about? Anyone?

To quoth the Urban Dictionary.
when you ejaculate on a girls back then put a blanket on her so when she stands up the blanket sticks therefore making her look like she has a cape.


But hey - the songs still cool - cause its got its own dance; and everyone else likes it too. So its got that going for it. Plus - it gets played alot; which also means its good and should be liked by everyone.

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:: 2008 14 July :: 2.55 am

I almost forgot, tomorrow's going to be a very interesting news day.

The F&F fallout is going to be amazing - unless they inject taxpayer money into the system, or all of china invests every last American dollar they own into it.

I imagine they will try and prop it up untill... ohh... sometime soonish.... mabye after they dont need to worry about it anymore.

The more I look at it - the more I think there will be no second term for whatever party gets the win.

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:: 2008 14 July :: 2.18 am

The cops were out in force tonight.
I saw 3 driving around, and another two pulling a guy over caddie-corner to Bzoink headquarters. And another 1 pulling a guy in the gas station parking lot.

I didnt even know we had so many.
I was waiting for one of them to yell at me for driving on the road with a bike.

I was also past by two; yes, two, civilian vehicles (minus two coworkers) the entire 4 miles home.

They could not have picked a less busy night to swarm Cedar Springs.
Ah well.

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:: 2008 12 July :: 3.46 am

It was a great night to forget my headlight
The fireflys were out in such force that I could of swore tinkerbell had crash landed in the dark somewhere. Like the world was covered in glitter; only awsome - and it did not get stuck all over me.

Bha... I hate glitter.

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:: 2008 30 June :: 12.43 am

I think; for nearly the first time in the entirety of my education; I would take more classes than I need to to fufill full time status. (ifing I had spare change)

I think I would take some more biology classes.
I'll have to see how transfering goes; but If I have a job - then I'm not sure I would want to take a ton of classes.

But if I dont have a job - tons of classes are a no go anyway.

Ahh well. I've time.

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:: 2008 29 June :: 3.47 am

Freinds page hopping used to be a fun woohu pastime; it just doesnt work anymore. Two hops and your either at a dead end or fairly close to where you started.

I had another near encounter with a large terrestrial animal on the White pine trail tonight.
I really wish Michigan allowed use of that bear mace; cause I know one of these nights I'm going to run into a pissed off dog, or dear, or hell; why not, a bear.

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