what i have become

less than what i once was
in many respects
and also more
and for every time
by myself
that i was connected
by others
i have been cut loose
and this sin
as viewed by another
a crime i committed
with no malice
will be my warrant
but i never meant it to be so
there is more than words
if only you understood

this one is rather dusty...

i wrote this a long time ago
and it does seem rather sophomoric now
but i'm posting it anyway
because i still love the last sentence



i got caught on a branch
as i was drifting along
and you came to see
so i tied myself to you
for a while
understanding what it meant
feeling what it was like
to be still
and then you went
so i cut myself loose
and i drifted on
its different though
to know what the feeling is like
i liked being still
growing restless at times
and your devastatingly soft hand on my face
that look in your eyes
i think about it
as i hoist the sails of another morning

mr milller, your title, please.....?

a few times
i stole a glance
at you
stealing a glance
at me
and it looked
as if maybe
you thought
i was happier than you
and i would love
to have the opportunity
to tell you
that it isn't so.

a title ? you want a title ?!

i'm not so good with the whole title thing...



please tell me
when you are done
when you've had enough
of me
of this perpetual mangling
of my core
i dont want to think any more
about finally being over
only to be thrust again
into this hell
i will sit quietly
.
my last request
is only that you tell me
when enough
for you
is truly enough

sumpthin'

and though i never had the conversation
i had already envisioned
how it would end
a thousand roads
leading up to the words
"i understand,
you are free."

i can post this

noone will know...


the light
so bright
so painful
only when
staring
everything
gets hazy
and white
only then
i see
you
though not clearly
again
and i'm never sure
if it's me
or if it's you

a little smackerel of something

a far away look
into the future
or the past
and if it doesn’t matter
which one
then we have reached
the vanishing point

simple

the butt of our first cigarette together
the frayed map of the city
the business card of the café
a bracelet I never wore
letters
from everyone back home
asking me what the hell I was doing there
and when was I going to come home
my box
of belief
the only thing I keep
to tell me that it isn’t a dream
wasn’t a dream

just some writing

slight
and not here
always there
anywhere
but here
begininning
almost at the end
trying to take a place
that could never be taken
not with clothing
not with song

too far

too far to be angry
too far to care
too far to be disgusted
only tired
scratchy voice
when the sun is fading
agreeable
toothless
resigned
this is not the way i remember
you
you with fire
you with anger
you with spite
you with clear eyes
you with conviction
you with strength
you with no quarter asked
you with a future
you with hope
you with arrogance
you with youth

but that could never be...

yeah it's a good song
the lyrics are better than the melody
so says i
one mustn't neccesarily agree with me
but if you do get turned off by the music, at least read the lyrics
ok
'nuff preaching, right ?
onward!

beautiful by joydrop

If i was beautiful like you
all the things I would do
Those not so blessed
would be crying out murder
And I'd just laugh
And get away with it too
Like you do

If i was beautiful like you
I would never be at fault
I would walk in the rain
between the raindrops
Bringing traffic to a halt

But that can never be
that will never, never be
Cause i'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me

If i was beautiful like you
I'd be quick to assume
They'd do anything to please me
At night I see their reaction
when you walk into the room

But that can never be
that will never, never be
Cause i'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me

Beautiful
beautiful like me
like me
like me

If i was beautiful like you
I'd have so many friends
Always fighting for my time
to be next in line
So if i hurt one
i wouldnt have to make amends

That can never be
that will never never be
Cause i'm not beautiful like you
i'm not beautiful like you
i'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me

beautiful like me
beautiful like me
I'm beautiful like me
I'm beautiful like me

weakly reader

vodkamom wrote something about weekly readers
so yeah.
we used to get 'em.
but i'll be perfectly candid, i never read them.
good books, i'm sure.
never read 'em.
why, you ask ?
because i actually COULDN'T READ that well.
and i thought it said weakly reader .
now, i was young when i started reading (they thought i was gifted back in the day), so when i saw the weekly reader i said "i'll be damned if i'm gonna read one of those".
y'all aint callin' this hea reader a weakly reader.
aint nuthin' weak about my readin'.
pshaw.

so i missed out on a lot of good books.
oh well.
i've spent the better part of my adulthood catching up.
may explain a thing or two...

did i ask too much

more than a lot
you gave me nothing,
now it's all i've got.

one - U2

not the classic version, but i like it anyway.
change of pace.
sue me.
i've got a lawyer.
no i dont.

so anyway...

and maybe you just need a friend

as clumsy as you've been
there's no one laughing

good song

clumsy - our lady peace

should post all the lyrics
but for some reason it never seems to work and it's rather tedious
not such a fast typist am i

anyway...

because

because there's not much to say
when all the faces are smiling
and no one is talking
and the darkness seems to exist only for me
and only around me
and i see a dark skinned girl fixing her hair
and i wonder where i'm going
and why i'm going there
and then i realize
that there is no point
other than the promises i made
and that they were a big mistake
and that behind me is gray water
and clouds

a curious question

i keep getting pop-up ads that offer some variation of -

"turn yourself into a caricature!"

or

"become a cartoon!"


um....yeah.
i really dont think need help in that department.


thangyooverimuuuuusch.

here lies the charlatan

how sad, that he never was who he was.
he was always someone else.
how sad, that he never went to the places he wanted to go.
he was always somewhere else.
never ate the foods.
never drank the drinks.
never danced the dances.
never told anyone who he really was.
how sad, that he lived in fear of being discovered.
what a shame, that he never spoke the words he wanted to say.
and never said them the way he wanted to.
what a shame, that he sat at his desk, paralyzed.
what a shame, that he penned this eulogy in the prime of his life.
with the colored ink he so adored.
at a job that made him more money than most.
with a family that loved him.
with fine clothing, fine food, and a fine home.
what a shame, that in his quest to be all things to all people, he was little to himself.

tmi

an acronym for "too much information".
perhaps this is.

anyway, dont say you weren't warned.

so continuing on this personal grooming issue, i asked a family member to purchase a bottle of shampoo for me as they were going store.
fine.
pert plus if they have it.
smelled it and wanted to try it.
ok.
they came back with a bottle and i used it.
then my head started burning.

the roof! the roof! the roof is on fai-yuh!
we dont need no water, let...

so i take a look at the bottle and lo and behold it is pert plus FRESH.
refreshing menthol.

now, i dont like refreshing mentholated anything.
not smokes, when i smoked.
not drinks.
not vicks vapo-rub.
not ben-gay.
nothing.
sports injuries had to be suffered through.
the only thing minty, is gum and toothpaste.

and the worst part about the experience was (you were warned), that water - like most other substances - is affected by gravity.
the course that it takes down a person's body in the shower is varied. depending on body structure/type and gender i suppose.
but this lather found it's way down to... lets just say i was tingling in the wrong places.

ok.

no more pert plus fresh for me.

nothing to do with taste

aquafresh toothpaste.

i'm not impressed.
back to crest i go.
or even colgate if necessary.

and it's extreme clean.
not just any clean is this aquafresh.
it's extreme.

and this is the part that got me thinking.
it's not called original flavor.
or original formula.
no.
this is (drum roll please...)
the original experience.

that what now?
this is toothpaste we're talking about, right?

i guess i'm just not a marketing guru.
and it tastes like the fragrance of cheap toilet bowl cleaner.

i'm on the...

Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride


(just had a bowl of ice cream with granola and cherries.
nuuuuuyce.)


Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too


(i need to go buy some beer.
the supply is low and the troops' morale is low as well.)


i'm on the highway to hell!
(repeat as needed)


No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round


(it's sunny out.
which is good.
especially after all the dreary weather we've been having.)


Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land

i'm on the highway to hell!
(more reps equals bigger muscles)
[please say the above with the ahhnuld accent - as in da tumuhnatuh]


yeah, so, anyway...

southern cross

crosby still and nash.

yeah.
thats a REALLY good song.
and you can see a live version here.
and then there's the album version. which is softer and truer somehow.
anyway, i really like some of the lyrics.

my favorite you ask?

"So I'm sailing for tomorrow
My dreams are a dyin'
And my love is an anchor tied to you
Tied with a silver chain

I have my ship
And all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left
And music is her name."

ok. the truth is that there are a very bunch of good lines in this song
and you just might want to go look at them all.

muchas smooches
(courtesy of bill waterson of calvin and hobbes fame)

is it just me,

or does it seem like the word verifications required for entering a comment these days are approaching war-and-peace length ?

the dangerous thing about giving out one's cell phone number to clients is that they may use it.
with alarming frequency.
unlimited talk for me doesn't mean that i want to be talked to unlimitedly. i should tell them...

sooooo......

i lived in a basement for a while while trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life.
i've since moved, but i'm still not sure what to do with the rest of my life.
anyway, i changed locations because i couldn't listen to the landlord's daughter play fur elise one more time.
she obviously took lessons.
and it seems that this song was the only number the teacher taught her.
no scales. no arpeggios. no nothing.
just radio WFFE. all fur elise, all the time.
i mean i thought of many ways to get her to stop.

1. banging on the ceiling every time she started.
2. cutting a hole in the floor around the damned piano.
3. playing my guitar on the highest volume.
4. with full distortion.
5. camping outside most evenings.
6. proposing marriage contingent on her ceasing and desisting.

i didnt do any of those.
i chose the path of least resistance.
and moved.

ok. there were other reasons.
i didnt like living underground.
i suppose we all get there one day, but i preferred to spend my living years above it.

all's well that ends well.
but then i had to remodel the home i moved into.
and THAT my friends, is a whole other post.

what music does for me

Livin' my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I ain't seen the sun shine in 3 damn days

so anyway...
trying to get a bit more personal on this thing.
but it's hard.
at least it is for me.
so i thought about lyrics.
and the ability they have to express what i might be feeling at a given moment.
it's a smorgasbord of thoughts and feelings we can choose from to give the inside and the outside a little synchronicity.
that's why we turn on the radio and flip through the stations.
or sit back in an easy chair with a drink.
or go to bar and get crazy.

Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways

as you can plainly see, kid rock and sheryl crow are running through my mind right now.
about sums things up for the moment.

I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to her

yeah.
thats about right.

so anyway,
have a good weekend all.



p.s. i cant not post the rest of the song.
and i thought it would be cheap to use it as another post.
yeah. i'm weird that way.
plus it ends on a more hopeful note.

so anyway, here it is.


I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they won't tell
But their half hearted smiles tell me
Somethin' just ain't right

I been waitin' on you for a long time
Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in 3 damn nights

I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him

I saw you yesterday with an old friend
It was the same old same "How have you been?"
Since you been gone my world's been dark & grey

You reminded me of brighter days
I hoped you were comin' home to stay
I was headed to church
I was off to drink you away

I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way

I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I just called to say, I love you, come back home

wha?

i lived in denver for two years.
then i came back to the east coast.
not much happened in between.
but i digress.
so i came back to the east coast and planted myself in the city of new york.
i was walking with a friend one day and we passed a crew working on something in the street. my friend started chatting with one of the workers (i dont recall what about or why), and somehow in the course of the conversation mentioned that i had recently returned from denver.
so this guy leans on his shovel and says "denvuh? whiz dat? somwhiz in joizy?"

i love new york.


lived there for 5 years.
but that's another story for another time
now go to bed.
good night.
i dont want to hear another sound out of any of you!

for the love of a

kind and merciful GOD.
would someone please give me a topic.
or many topics.
anything.
i'm desperate.
ok.
not THAT desperate, but you get the idea.


thank you.

me head aches

once I was drunk with together
now I’m just drunk
spinning around
clutching a flower
choices
what it was
then
isn’t enough
now
it does me well
to believe that
the music plays
a face appears
one that I know
will kill me
one day
i’d rather not wait

kahlua

with cream.
or a white russian.
i like them.

was over at a friend of mine this weekend and he made his own version of kahlua.
don't know exactly what possessed him to do it, but i'm glad he did.
it might even be better than the original.
involved some stoli vanil and sugar and espresso from starbucks.
not sure what else (if anything).

good stuff.

then of course there was the beer...

knock knock

who's there ?
lion.
lion who ?
lion only gets me a spanking.

i'll be here all week !


ok.
that's bad.
i know.

anyway, in few short hours it will time to drink some beer.
this is good.

there's little

that i enjoy so much as a shirt that fits.
i mean really fits.
not the 32/33 kind of thing.
exact measurements.
it's one of those things that gives me a special sort of satisfaction every time i take it off the hanger.

bar b q

why do i eat three times my body weight in protein during these gastronomic orgies ?
i dont know.
probably has something to do with cavemen and saber tooth tigers.
and at some point tonight i might swear that i will be a vegan for the next 3 years.
or until sometime next week.
or tomorrow.

oh right

as if you didn't ask....

i'm having a bag of frozen cauliflower and fresh mushrooms boiled in some bought mushroom barley soup. the mushroom part does sound rather redundant, but hey, i'm hungry and this doesnt make me feel like i ate too much. yet again. so thats nice for a change.

anyway, further bulletins as events warrant.

now i'm off to see what the smart people are saying.

i cant resist

i know this will lose me a lot of freinds, but i just thought of this and absolutely had to share.
blame it on earl


what did one clam say to the other ?
"shut the shell up!"

a little something

so i wrote this here
and i decided to re-post it on my blog.
and here it is.


when i look toward the light
you see only my silhouette
black
and you question
i have no answers
for you
only that i see color
and when i turn around
i only see you



ok
so thats that
funner things to follow

why is it...

that i seem to find myself more witty when responding and/or commenting on someone elses blog than my own.
fodder for the pen/keyboard perhaps? i dont know. but this is all to say that "i got nuthin'".
cause i dont.
tomorrow is another day
good night
and good luck

amazing grace

how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
i once was lost, but now am found
was blind but now i see

twas grace that taught my heart to fear
and grace my fears relieved
how precious did that grace appear
the hour i first believed

through many dangers toils and snares
i have already come
tis grace has brought me safe thus far
as long as life endures

yea when this flesh and heart shall fail
and mortal life shall cease
i shall possess within the veil
a life of joy and peace

when we've been thee ten thousand years
bright shining as the sun
we've no less days to sing god's praise
than when we've first begun

*************************************

so this song makes me cry
there
yes
cry
and i'm not terribly interested in the religious overtones/undertones.
i just love the song
i think of the grace mentioned as that which is found in nature, my fellow man, poetry, love, etc.

but (!), the lyrics are actually the (much) smaller part of it.
the lyrics are not nearly as powerful for me as the melody is.
and THAT i cannot explain.
the melody makes me cry. i said that already, didn't i...
it makes me think of my F---ed-up-ness, and looking up to the sky and crying.\, wishing i had answers.

that's about as personal as i've ever been on here.
if you must laugh, please do so quietly :)

birds

by sir elton john



i can only type the chorus cause it takes too damn long to type the whole thing out, and for some reason i'm not being allowed to cut and paste
(i know. i'm a tech ignoramus... and a slow typer-ist)





how come birds dont fall,

from the sky when they die ?

how come birds always look,

for a quiet place to hide?

these words can't explain,

what i feel inside.

like birds i need a quiet place to hide.





ok raise your hand if you've heard that song already
anyone....? anyone.....? buehler...? buehler....?


i heard it a long time ago
then i looked for it again because it settled in my head one day
and the lyrics (the rest of them as well) are really pure poetry
worth looking at
and the song is great too
really worth a listen (give it about 3 seconds to start)

please insert something witty and engaging

stuff happens.
i haven't been on here in a very long time.
like since january.
and every time i thought to come back, i felt really bad as i hadn't in a long time.
so i didnt.
and then this cycle repeated itself many many many times.
it came mostly from watching other people consistently come up with gems.
almost every day.
and my not having material and/or finding the time to make it happen.
and the commitment i felt and couldnt live up to.
bla-bitty-blah-blah-blah.
perhaps that makes a bit of sense to some of you.
i get too carried away with things (particularly ones that i like and care about) and they take up tremendous amounts of time. too much. and then it's all or nothing.
a horrible disease.


anyway, i decided to get over it.

for today.

we'll see what tomorrow brings.

for now i am going to be content with saying hello.

and saying that i've missed y'all.


and now let me post this before i lose my nerve.

more music

i like to blog. i just need more things to blog about. luckily for me, there seems to be an inexhaustible supply of songs that i like. so that'll do for today.

our lady peace.
great band.
never got enough play.

the song is entitled "4AM"

good story behind the song too.


anyway, here it is...

lyric are really worth reading too.

*************************************

I walked around my good intentions
And found that there were none
I blame my father for the wasted years
We hardly talked
I never thought I would forget this hate
Then a phone call made me realize I'm wrong

If I don't make it Know that
I've loved you all along
Just like sunny days that We ignore
because We're all dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out what's wrong

I walked around my room not thinking
Just sinking in this box
I blame myself for being too much
Like somebody else
I never thought I would just bend this way
Then a phone call made me realize I'm wrong

If I don't make it
Know that I've loved you all along
Just like sunny days that We ignore
because We're all dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out what's wrong

If I don't make it
Know that I've loved you all along
Just like sunny days that We ignore
because We're all dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out what's wrong

And If I don't make it
Know that I've loved you all along
Just like sunny days that We ignore
because We're all dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out...

*******************************************

an award

from the one and only comedy goddess

while i am grateful, i wont be passing it on as i dont think fellow bloggers are particularly anxious to get awards from me. my blogfidence (yes. a new term i just coined. feel free to steal it and give me credit :) is not at an all-time high.
but i'll do the rules as far as posting 10 honest/true things about me

1. i like smoking. i keep starting and quitting. and i'm trying to get into running again. those two seem to be mutually exclusive. when i do smoke its only 4-5 a day. but its still smoking. and when i say "quit" i mean for 7 months or so. its not a one week on one week off kind of thing.

2. i like drinking. most times for the taste and sometimes for the effect. and i do smoke considerably more when partaking of the sauce.

3. i love writing. i tried to make a poetry blog. and despite the great quote (cyril connolly?) that its "better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self", i was still disappointed. and i probably shouldnt let it dissuade me, but i think it has.

4. giants - mets - rangers - knicks. there were times in my life when i was more of a fan. i missed most of my sisters wedding. she was married the day the rangers won the stanley cup. i was in my uncle's car in the parking lot listening to the game with my cousin. i am in a total of three wedding pictures. three. i wouldnt lie about something like that. nor would my parents.

5. my parents say they are proud of the way i turned out. sometimes i wonder. and i honestly hope my children wont be anything like me.

6. i have never thought people hurting themselves or making spectacles of themselves was funny. maybe i'm not a real man. dont care. never thought it was funny. not even when i was a little kid.

7. i dont think one can really have too many pairs of underwear. i mean 30 of each is not unreasonable. and i dont know when the word underwear came to mean bottoms. what are the tops called ?! underpants + undershirts = underwear. underwear = what you wear underneath (if you do. and i'm not getting into that right now). and they are both underwear. i dont know why this bothers me, but it does.

8. little things bother me more than big things.

9. to follow closely to number 8 (and again doubting my manhood), i dont give a damn if someone hits my car. i dont have road rage but i do assert myself when necessary and if someone is edging into my lane and they dont belong doing so, i will stay in it. i dont care if they hit my car. i'm not attached to it. maybe because i only paid 30K for it and not 90. dont know. dont care.

10. i have ADD. and i know that there are many people out there that dont believe that this is a true disorder. that kids (and adults) that have it (really have it. not the BS diagnoses) just need a slap in the rear. tell it to the people that have it.

not the funnniest post ever.
i'll have something better later today or tomorrow.
hopefully.

all this talk of drink...

reminds me of a sign i saw in an elderly italian neighbors kitchen.
it said:

"i often cook with wine. sometimes i even put it in my food."

nice.

weekend was a wild one.
ok.
it wasnt really that wild. but i survived and i am able to stand. and talk about it. and i feel good about that.

i'm not fond of white wine. i'm just not.
i am, however, fond of a good rib roast.
ahhh.....

wow
pretty boring stuff.
i'll have to go out and do something blogworthy.
then get bailed out of jail and write about it.

very clean credit cards

so yes.
i'm a guy.
i think that's been established already.
being of the aforementioned gender, i have certain policies when it comes to laundering clothing.
and they go like this:
*wash in warm
*dry on medium

if it doesn't come out looking (more or less) like the way it went in, it wasn't meant to be.
simple but effective.
i cant do clothing labels.
i've had stuff shrink to the size of a ken doll. that's fine. wasn't meant t be.
this is not to say i don't own suits and ties and shirts that are dry clean only.
i work at a office. i'm stuck with that S---
but for everything else, there's tide
yes.
only tide
that's my mother's fault
i dont think the universe would be ok if i used anything but tide. occasionally she would use cheer, so i allow myself that indiscretion from time to time.

all this is to say that i recently left my wallet and important papers in my pants pocket when it went into the wash
the papers? they are no more
which is a real pisser. i had so much important info on them its not even worth thinking about cause it will only make me more upset.
the credit cards (although canceled because i thought they were stolen and searched pretty frantically for them for the better part of 2 hours) are very very clean.

now i just need to call the companies and have them reinstate them
or whateveritisithattheydo.

factory serviced or whateverthehellitscalled

so, i'm not that into cars.
actually i'm not into cars at all.
i bought a new one in '06 so i wouldnt have to worry about it.
at all.
so of course all i do is change the oil every 3500 miles or so and wait till i hear nasty noises coming whenever i brake.
i'd been hearing those noises for the better part of about three weeks now. i did the same thing last time (waited three weeks after i started hearing the noises) and found out that if you dont get the brakes done on time, you hit the rotors. so i did that last time. and of course i did it again this time.
i dont like changing good habits.
last time i went to the local toyota pepole and they were kind enough to charge me about $600 for the whole thing.
nice.
this time i went to a local repair shop cause i dont like making appointments and stuff (more good habits. i know). they charged me about $248 for the same job. i checked the bills and they did the same stuff. both times.

checked the brakes.
cleaned and reset (or whatever) the back brakes.
replaced the front brakes.
replaced the front rotors.

oh. and the $248 included an oil change that i was due for.

i dont get it.

or is it something like a fool and his $ are soon parted...

bed of roses (ok. i tried again. it's supposedly orange this time..)

by jon bon jovi

the lyrics are pure poetry
and the guitar work aint half bad...
what a great song.

i will have to post the lyrics for those that wont click on the you tube link
and i will even take the liberty of highlighting the ones that i find particularly amazing

and now that i'm done with the highlighting, i've realized that:

1. i cant see the highlighted parts very well at all because i'm colorblind

2. i ended up highlighting half the song

3. that last line in red is so amazing that its worth its own post

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bed of roses - jon bon jovi


Sitting here wasted and wounded, at this old piano
Trying hard to capture the moment, this morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares, I think she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head While we're talking
About all of the things that I long to believe About love, the truth and what you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need

I want to lay you on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as
the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

Well I'm so far away That each step that I take is on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time Or it's hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I'll just close my eyes and whisper, baby blind love is true

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as
the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry
The barkeeper's wig's crooked And she's giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

When you close your eyes Know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight, I won't be alone But you know that don't Mean I'm not lonely (HOLY CRAP WHAT A LINE!!!!!!!!!!)
I've got nothing to prove For it's you that I'd die to defend

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

this ought to get me off the hook

from posting tomorrow
but who am i fooling...

this is a great song
even the video is good.
and slash can play guitar like no one else.
or is it that no one else can play like slash...
no. they will never get back together.
and yes. chinese democracy stinks.
ok.

i mean, check out the solo at the 2:57 mark

and this is a long overdue caveat. i like the songs i talk about. not neccesarily the videos.
that was VERY important and i'm glad its out of the way.

so calvin,

(of calvin and hobbes fame) is doing a crossword puzzle
apparently it asks for the name of some bird and there are only five boxes
he thinks the correct answer is "yellow bellied sapsucker" and comments to hobbes in disgust that the crossword puzzle people (idiots) make you cram all the letters into those boxes (or something like that).
this post by lee reminded me of it.
now that i've mauled the joke, if someone actually finds it they'll laugh twice.
once because it's funny, another at the way i described it.

HA! i found it
and here it is
its funny and its the bottom one on page 14
yes
its worth straining your neck for.

anyway, i must go do some work
for a change
no new years resolutions, but i would like to keep my job...

which reminds me of a sign i saw at an office i once visited. said something like "my boss pretends to pay me, and i pretend to work".

and thats all folks!

the dawn of a new year

back in black. good AC/DC song
so is hells bells.

it's been too long.

lots of stuff going on.

so... i am commited to finding blogworthy material this year and really making a go of it.

why? because this is an awesome forum and i have "met" so many wonderful people and i'm not going to get all mushy and emotional about this. mostly because my blog is all about power tools and booty awards (i'll leave the spitting and fart jokes for someone else).

anyway, i'm psyched and i hope to do this.

nothing really bright or funny pr witty to say right now. just want to start '09 off with a post.

and here it is.