Quote of the day

Larry: "Do you have any string?"
me: "String?"
Larry: "Yeah, I forgot my belt and my pants are falling off."

later... as I'm hunting Larry down in the tech guy's cubicle to give him the shoulder strap from a computer bag...

Larry: "Oh, this is great. I was going to try using some cables..."

Cat 5 belt, anyone? Maybe braid a few of them together, different colors. Use a modem as the buckle? I'm sure someone would wear it.

Total eclipse of the heart

Check it:

http://gizmodo.com/5032374/beautiful-video-of-a-solar-eclipse-taken-from-an-airplane

Then sock the person next to you in the gut. Or kick them in the groin. We're all friends here =)

And for those of you who expected this to relate to the song "total eclipse of the heart," just mention that to the person on your OTHER side and let them back flip you. It's the only civilized thing to do.

ps

Driving in the sun
Golden potatoes warm the heart
urinating feels good after all that coffee

pss

So is it cool with you guys if I delay my next post till later today. That would really help me out ya know?

psss

because all those s's make me think of pee.

Jhereg is the shit!

Jhereg, the best fantasy gangster book ever written! Ok, where do I begin in my summary? For starters, I loved it. Thats usually cool when you actually enjoy the book that your friend tries to push on ya (dont worry, there was no pushing here, In the Text is voluntary)(or is it really voluntary or is it like a scenario with the Demon where Moose is simply testing us with the offer of a free book, perhaps had I not eventually finished the book he would have taken it as lack of loyalty and arranged to have me killed in some sick twisted fashion, but I could be revefied of course, it would only be to teach me a lesson about being "friends"). Ok so reading the book has made me paranoid, again, thanks again Moose. Right before Im about to go on a plane. Yea. Ill be so looking at people suits to determine what blades these people will be carrying, hopefully no morganti, I dont know if Southwest has protection against sorcery, but it probably does, and my witch craft is mighty rusty. There, ya see what this book has done to me. It totally sucked me into its world of death, and life, and dragons, and mobsters, and wives? (even Loish gets a mate?), and undead Necromancers, and head strong Dzur lords (that remind me very much of dwarfs), and ever prideful Dragon folk (that remind me very much of elves), and ever pansy Tecklas? (never quite understood why everyone hated them but I fancy there sort of the gnomes of the bunch?)and everything else in between. The writing style was not stellar, and in fact, my edition had many grammatical errors that after I while, I just knew where not stylistic choices. I figure since its Fantasy the editors didnt exactly go over it with the same scrutiny they would a Toni Morrison novel, perhaps Im assuming too much. Regardless I loved his writing style, for everything it was worth. What it lacked in sophistication it more than made up for in flare, and personality. His style Ive seen before, it reminds me of Steven King, and pulp fiction, the "Im one of you" approach to writing a story, usually in the form of a first person male narrator. I love it! He totally pulls it off, and in my opinion, surpasses Steven King in many many ways, if I had to put my finger on it Id say that this book had just a tad bit more "honest humor" than King's more contrived formulaic approach. I also would through Steven Brust (yes, another Steven author, I love it!) into Kurt Vonnegut category for sure. A little less dark and less cussing in Brusts piece than in any of Vonnegut world wind Sci-Fi adventures, but it was definitely comparable. Again, its that first person, Im just one of you, detective, hard ass, narration that puts these two in league together, maybe thats just an American style period? I just mentioned 3 different fantasy (yes King has written a Sci-Fi fantasy series as well its called The Gunslinger, check it out) authors that were all writing fiction at the same general time, so perhaps theres just something about being a cooky American that translates over all the pieces, whatever the magic is, I LIKE! Id say that this book was quite easily the best fantasy book I have read since the Lord of the Ring series, and the most fun book I have read since Fear and Loathing. Which I read back in 2004. In other words, this experience was past due! I found myself laughing out loud hysterically only to see the rest of my family staring at me, accept my Mom, she just looks and smiles, because she knows what a good author can do to a perceptive reader. I would say this, the ending was sort of abrupt, but than again, how else does an assassination end? I just felt like I was, reeling, and spinning, so many plot twists, so many ideas shattered, new ones formed, it was starting to make me sick reading it, I just wanted the resolution already, which in this book doesnt happen until about 3 pages before the whole book ends! Thats a lot of waiting man, I was wondering, is Mellar going to die before I finish this book, theres like only 20 pages left...! Hehe, its cool though, I guess it was just a style choice, and it certainly did work in terms of suspense, there was no lacking of that. I could go on forever, but I think Ill end here to continue getting ready for my trip up North! see ya soon, enjoy this beautiful morning.

p.s. Steven Brust was born November 23, that makes him Sagittarius, just thought that was interesting. So many cool Steve's in the world.

By request another freestyle phone poem (in memory)

I lost my phone and I was sad
I couldnt call yall to make myself feel glad
I was in a tight spot
There was nothing I could do
No way for me to reach out to you
Alone again, so familiar for me
Yet it still hurts as bad underneath
I still ponder to myself if I am bound to this life
I sold my soul to God so I wouldnt need a wife
This time around I was bound for strife
This time around THEY weld the knives!
Id be running, running towards the light
So much for past lives of false might
This time I would have to live right
But in order to live through the night
Id have to abandon old sight
The only way I can see
Is if it is only just me
A curse and a blessing indeed
But perhaps that all could change
Add some new cast to the stage
Learn the lessons and break out the cage
Rewrite the ending to include brighter days
This can be a brand new play!
I can dream it and they will stay
Loneliness can disappear
Everything has become clear
We are all part of each other
Born from the same Earth mother
We all share one destiny
Bound for higher density
We wont ever need a phone
We can NEVER be alone
We all share a similar home
See ya there, until than, I soar
Signing off, little black crow