Just a few thoughts.

So, I'm totally wired on coffee because I acted like a normal person on Sunday and went to bed at night and woke up in the morning. For someone who works nights that's not a good idea. On top of that Harris Teeter (where I purchase staples) was closed for floor cleaning and I didn't have time to go anywhere else to get food. So, every time I felt hungry I'd just pour myself another cup of piping hot Sumatra or smoke a piping hot cigarette. Needless to say my hands are shaking more than Dick Cheney before his fifth deferment.

On the topic of coffee...I just heard about a study that said drinking more than one coffee a day could be good for the livers of people who drink too much alcohol. I guess, since it's a diuretic, it might clear the impurities out before they do as much damage as they might've.

I also read about an interesting report in a fairly recent issue of Playboy about salary levels of men and women. According to this study if men and women that have the same background, experiences and career decisions are compared in terms of salary a woman makes 98% of a man's salary. The article went on to say that women are more likely to make decisions that negatively impact their potential salaries. They're more likely to work in lower paying fields, less likely to complete higher education, less likely to work full time, more likely to take extended time off (prob. for childbirth and related conditions). Now don't get me wrong, I am definitely skeptical, but it's an interesting thought considering the widely held belief that women make 76% of a man's salary.

One more step toward my total Media Domination

SO, tonight Josh, my 14 yr old brother, and I started our training to be DJs at WQFS (90.9 in Greensboro). All I need now is to start a 'zine and I'll have an appendage in most forms of mass media. Our trainer was a big red-haired bearded fellow (complete with bandana sweatband) who looked to have played more than his fair share of D&D. He said his dad was the voice for Pep Boys radio commercials. It was fun. I've always kind of wanted to be on the radio, but I hate corporate radio/music so I never pursued it. Corporate/cock rock was all Appalachian's radio station played. That's why I went with video, which was fun, but

Monday monday

So, there I sold my Blazer for 500 bucks. I accidentally kept all the floor mats and the change holder, though. I was trying to be cool and clean the car out a little and forgot to put those things back in. The guy who bought it still said it was messy. He came at 8 in the morning; I had fallen asleep at 430-500 EST after having indulged my taste for alcohol a little too liberally. Needless to say, I wasn't in the mood to sell a car.

I think I embarassed myself the night before...though it really hasn't come back to me yet. I called my friend Jennifer (who I hadn't talked to in 2 years or so) at 230 EST on her home phone, not knowing her situation at all, and left a semi-drunken way-too-excited-for-3-in-the-morning message on her answering machine. She could be married with a little kid for all I know. Anyway, she hasn't called me back. I think I might try again at a more reasonable hour and at least apologize. What do you think?

I think I'm going to leave all the decisions in my life up to people who post comments on this site. I mean you guys probably can't screw my life up anymore than I could. If you say call her, I'll call. If you say don't call, I won't.If you say crash my car into her house...well, I'll need quite a few comments to convince me of that one, but I'll definitely take it under advisement.

Was back in Raleigh once again. Was the least exciting time yet, though I did actually go to a party and meet several new people. I was just so tired...and hanging out with Amy has gotten exhausting. Physically and mentally. Emotionally? A little of that, too. John graduated. My parents stood me up for dinner. Hung out in a field drinking beer and listening to some shitty skinhead punk band. I need a new town to escape to. The sad thing is that is so much better than greensboro would've been.

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So, I feel like I'm getting brainwashed by informercials. You can't watch 2.5 hours a night of anything, especially something that is designed to influence you, without being influenced.

I definitely want the Oreck Air Purifier. It's only 379.99. Shipping is free and you get a fucking vaccuum.

And the Gazelle Free Spirit as advertised by Tony Little. I also want the drugs that Tony Little is on. He grunts and screams his way through life and seems happy doing it. Not to mention how pretty he looks when he's got make-up on and he's not in his gym clothes.

So, I'm selling my Blazer on Ebay and with 20 hrs left its up to $270. Which is alright considering it needs a new engine. I'm going to use the cash to pay the first month's rent or deposit down on an apartment. Still need to finalize roommate situations. Basically, I have to decide if I'll be able to stand Margaret for the next year. I think it'll be fine unless one of us flips out. I don't think I'll flip out...

Introducing...Tunkamerica!

So, I've started on the groundwork for Tunkamerica . It'll be a place where I can espouse my anti-everything views so that they don't build up and poison the rest of my life like they have for the last 25 years. Anyway, enjoy...I have a little work to do before 5(AM).

Sarcasm doesn't work

...or does it?

What the Fuck?

Just another AgDay.

All will fall before the eternally youthful Victoria Principle and the Van Dragt family.

So, I think I'm going to start another page more focused on news and politics with a bunch of links to stories and "what-not". I kind of want to keep that seperate from my personal stuff because I try to do that in RL and it can be distracting. I think I'll try to do it either this morning when I go home or tonight when I get back to work. It'll give me an excuse to read even more news. Obviously, since I am of a more liberal bent, the stories might tend to lean left a little, but I have already decided to be fairly objective with less editorial and more fact based pieces.

Exciting! Right? Oh, and when I said that sarcasm doesn't work? I was lying.

Oh, and if anyone is reading this at any point...leave me a comment. I'm dying here. I feel like I'm talking to myself. I mean, what do you people want? You want me to make funny observations about everyday life? What's the deal with Professional Roller Hockey pants? I mean is it just me? Or, do they look like amateur Roller Hockey pants?

I've read a few random "'blogs" as research for this...and I've noticed that a lot of the kids (13-18) seem to be using depression, blantant shit-talking, and suicide threats as ways to get comments. I might try this...and if that doesn't work...I'll kill myself you chicken fuckers.

Wired

So, chocolate covered espresso beans are the only thing "that're" keeping me alive right now. It's about 20 till 1 and the Outer Limits is playing in the background. It's actually been a pretty interesting episode. Brad, from Home Improvement (another WB gem), is one of the characters playing a jock {!gasp!}. He and four or five other highschool stereotypes have to pick one kid to die or they all will at the ends of a seven foot tall alien in a hooded robe. I have a bad feeling that its all going to be in the mind of the stoner (stereotype #4) who ate some bad peyote. Oh, the stoner picked the Christian girl. She's dead! Now he's crying in the hall "Nobody wants me!" And now the alien has taught him that people are able to change. And the episode ends like the Breakfast Club, but with some gay Canadian music playing while the stoner (burn-out) crying and then turning his gun (oh yeah, he had brought a gun to school) into the principal.

If only there had been alien intervention in Columbine! I guess that's the moral. That, or don't eat peyote at school.

So, my friend Sarah (from NY) is moving to Thailand next week and I'm jealous. Not that I really want to go to Thailand. I just want to be out doing something. I'd take squatting in Belgium if I could get it. I've just got that feeling (I wrote itch first, but I thought that might come off wrong). You know that feeling... like you need to be movin' on? I am nervous for her, though. I mean, Bangkok is the city of sin. I'm afraid she'll be irreversibly jaded when she gets back. And Daddy don't want no jaded chicks.

Sorry...no time to Talk

So, I had a lot of work to do tonight and I don't have much time to write... but this is a good article on the abuses of American troops towards Iraqi prisoners from the Washington Post.

Niche-search 2004

So, I'm tentatively stretching out into this new environment; getting comfortable. I changed the font size and the color of the description. I've never really tried html before. I took a class in school but dropped it when I missed class one day in the second week, missed the homework assignment and was told by my oh-so-forgiving professor that the best I could hope for in the class was a C. Starting out in the class with a C? I had never dropped a class and it was my junior year, so I dropped it.

Anyway, I don't know quite what to say...or rather how to begin. I'm a fairly political person and I read the news constantly. But, does anyone really need a rehashing of the same google stories over and over? There's a link on the right for those that do.

I am also into a lot of music, but no where near the level of any number of music nerds on the net. Especially not in one specific genre. I don't know Stevie Jackson's shoe size or John Fishman's lawyer's name. I don't save my paychecks for that new storm and stress import VD CD LP.

I am on the internet a lot... and I watch a lot of bad television because of my job. I've only been here 3-4 months and I'll have seen every episode of "Living Single", "Just Shoot Me", "The Addams Family", and countless others within the month. And I am a fuckin' expert on infomercials.

Well, I'm sure if I keep at it it'll fall into place. I kind of feel I'm writing an extended pointless e-mail to someone I don't know and probably will never meet.

Initiating....waiting....waiting....

So...how is everything? This is my first post on my new weblog...if the past is any indicator then I may be lax about updates. The irony about this form is that the more interesting things that are going on, the less time you have to update. Thankfully, very few interesting things happen to me so I should have plenty of time to keep this up. If nothing else, its a way to keep up my typing skills.

If you don't know me (and there's no reason to think that you, imaginary reader, would...then I'll give you a little background. I'm a 25 year old Caucasian male who lives in Greensboro, North Carolina. I graduated from Appalachian State University a few years ago with a degree in Broadcasting/Electronic media and a minor in English. I work the 3rd shift as a Master Control Operator@ WTWB, a television station affiliated with the WB.

Needless to say I have a lot of free time at work since I work all night, all by myself...all alone, so alone... but sometimes I hear noises. I know this is pretty unbelievable, especially since you as Imaginary Reader and I as Formless Faceless Author haven't built "the trust", but the station that I work at is built over an old graveyard. Part of the graveyard is still there right next to the building, surrounded by an office park, a hotel, and a gas station.

Anyway, I have heard whistling, and there are several stories from second hand sources. To tell you the truth, I'm still not sure I believe there's anything more than active imagination at work. And I'm always tired when I 'm at work...sometimes exhausted so my testimony may not be the most believable.