Comics!

Well, I have a good friend who has, literally, inherited several hundred rare and valuable comics and comix. I had the pleasure to stroke and peruse saome of the vast stash of nerd masturbatory material. Oh was it grand. I am still smarting from the meeting of the plastic enclosed pages. Come, see what impulses the power of Dr. Crowbar!!!!!:


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Ahh, by this time you might need some aloe vera for the sensitive parts.

What is the price of pure pleasure?

I think I know. Well...not really, but my spies are in the works. Oh, spies you say? Damn right, I have a network of soldier/slaves doing my bidding, oh yeah dammit. Hmmm, actually I relaxing with a martini and a beatiful spring night. Nevermind. I think I'll just grab an iced tea, mabey green.

Spending too much time hating work.

I'm having co-worker problems. The other busser does not seem to want to do his job. The problem is that I don't want to do his job either, and his work has to get done. He spends 15 minutes in the bathroom at least five times per shift. I would suspect cocaine usage, but he moves far to slow for that. Perhaps heroin? Well, I haven't found any scorched spoons yet...unless he is getting some really pure snortable shit. Hmm. Anyway, he is angering me. I don't think he should be surprised to find a knife plunging in and out of his chest. Not that I would do that, mind you, but a person's got limits. Limits.

*sigh*

It's all about stage five living when working.
Stage five.

Gardening, one weed at a time.

I now realize, that gardening at the Wylie-Streeter Gardening project boils down to, quite simply, a battle vs. the weeds. The tomatoes look good, but the soil is pure hardpan. There should be a winter cover such as rye in order to keep the weed seeds at bay. Weeds are the enemy. A very persistent enemy. I wish my plants grew half as fast as said weeds. Sigh. I cultivated the plot this afternoon. I want the uprooted weeds to die of dehydration, so I won't water the plants until tomorrow.

Bicycling again

In the past three weeks, I have driven my new car over 800 miles. Having been without motorized transport for over five years, I am relishing the feeling of driving from place to place. I am starting to feel lazier and lazier. I want to watch more T.V.. I want to eat at Arby's.

I can't take it. I have started to bicycle again. It feels great. Good ol' bicycle, you have been there for me so much in the past.