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Thursday, October 30, 2003
Its finally getting cool outside. Big YAY! on that one. Although, it is rather cool for this time of year. I mean, I actually had to wear a jacket today. Weird.
I didn't get much sleep last night. The wind was blowing about 30 mph most of the night. When that happens, my bedroom window is constanly assaulted my the militant tree branch that's a little too close to the building. I've complained until I'm blue in the face about the damn thing, but nothing has ever been done about it. So I was awake most of the night listening to something akin to nails on a chalk board. I finally gave up & came back into the living room to screw around on here.
Somewhere around 6 this morning I finally managed to get to sleep. I was back up at 9am. Stumbled to the kitchen to make coffee. Much to my horror, I used the last of my Gevalia this morning. I am now panic stricken & distraught. Until I can get my grubby little paws on some more, I am going to have to stoop to the level of Folgers or something equally as awful. It sucks to be me today.
Word of the Day
solipsism - SOH-lip-sih-zum - noun
a theory holding that the self can know nothing but its own modifications and that the self is the only existent thing
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Just in case anyone reading this is from or around Austin, I thought I would post this. You really should go check him out. He's great! By the way, I've decided to make anything by Troy the official music of Less Than Useless. That's the beauty of owning the joint. I can do that.
Hi --
Please come to our Saturday gig, this is a special night that I'm excited to share with you!
This week is a truly ‘must-see’ show with some of the most amazing players in town & the world, (and they happen to be on the new recording I’m doing). I’m proud and grateful to have guests Barry “Frosty” Smith [Soulhat & many others] on drums, Bruce Salmon [Joe Rockhead & Ugly Americans] on keys, and Dave Lucas on bass with me this week.
We’re playing Bigsby’s at 515 E 6th Street from 8-11pm this Saturday. The club features no cover, cheap pool, drink specials, and it’s all-ages too.
The show is also a party for The Austin WB TV’s “All Access Live” Show, featuring AMN15’s Brian ‘B-Doe’ Bymark. The people affiliated with this show are good folks and they’ll have some great snacks too!!! Get there early and celebrate an excellent Austin original!!!
That’s right – a new CD!!!, more info to come soon…
I hope to see you there!
Posted at 08:31 am by Zombie
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I'm warning you now.... this is not a hearts & flowers entry. It will contain nasty language. Why? because I'm entirely too pissed off to watch it. If this bothers you, then don't read it. I'm not going to make any apologies. I'm madder than a wet hen people.
My brother-in-law & sister cared for Shane all the time he was sick. They have 4 kids of their own. My BIL worked, my sister stayed home for the most part & took care of Shane & the kids. Shane got a monthly social security check, but most of the time it wouldn't cover all his medications. On occasion, they would have to borrow money. Shane's scripts ran upwards of $1,200 a month. Its understandable. One little thing comes up & the whole budget is screwed.
One of these times, they asked Shane's older brother for help. They needed $100 to cover everything Shane needed that month. They guy threw a fucking fit. He said he had his own family to care for & that Shane would have to find the money himself. You dumb son of a bitch, your brother is dying how in the hell is he suppose to find the money? Was he suppose to pull it out of his ass? No one in that fucking family ever wanted to help. They only bothered to show up & care when they thought Shane wasn't going to make it out of the hospital.
Now Shane is gone. He had a life insurance policy. Luckily, it was still in force at the time of his death. The only problem, there were no beneficiaries on file. So that means that the policy will be split between the brother that helped him with everything & the one that was too selfish to up $100 for the medication that kept him alive.
So, this charming brother calls the other up & offers to pay for Shane's headstone. Well that's mighty white of ya there Skippy. He never wanted to even be around Shane because of his piercings & tattoos. He thought that made Shane lower than him. But as soon as he finds out there is money involved, apparently Shane was the best brother on earth. He's a scum sucking piece of shit & I hope he burns in hell. This guy is a card carrying member of the Benevolent Order Of Assholes.
The best part of the deal. This ass wipe is studying to be a preacher. He's married to a preacher's daughter. He never even visits my sister & brother-in-law, but now he's calling them three times a day to see if the insurance company has released the checks yet. Who in their right mind can live with themselves for doing something like that? Mom & I were discussing it earlier & neither of us could keep that money. Its not right. Not after everything they did for Shane. They basically lost everything. They had to move in with my parents not long before Shane passed because the finances were so bad. So in the end, they, with the help of my mom, were taking care of Shane. No one else cared. I don't even think anyone called him on his birthday in June.
I bet they shit themselves when they saw Shane lying there with blue hair & all his piercings. They also disn't bury him in a suit. That wasn't Shane. He went to his resting place in a t-shirt & Sponge Bob boxers. The way he wanted it.
I hope that son of a bitch chokes on that money. You shouldn't wish things like that on anyone, but I am. Maybe that makes me a bad person. At least if he chokes on that damn money it will be much less painful for him than if I get my hands on him. I'll derive great pleasure from pulling his tiny little balls through his nostrils with a rusty coathanger.
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Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Look, our fearless leader *cough* has his own blog. Somehow I suspect he isn't the one doing the work though.
Just in time for halloween, here's a game that continually pisses me off. Halloween Carnival.
No word for today. I don't feel like it.
Posted at 10:58 pm by Zombie
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One of my hobbies is genealogy. I love that crap. Spending entire weekends searching records until I can't see anymore. With any luck, I can find one tiny bit of information that will fill in a missing spot.
The part of the family I am currently researching is the Nichol(l)(s). They are an interesting bunch. My g-g-g grandparents had 11 kids. One of them grew up to be C.R. (Charles Ready) Nichol a master debator & Church of Christ preacher. Someone even wrote a book about the guy. I managed to find a copy of the thing & shelled out $30 for it. Its a giant load of crap.
Apparently the people that followed good 'ol C.R. thought he was literally sent from above. He was as close as they were going to get to God himself. Poor suckers. I never met the man. He died 12 years before I was born, but if he's like the rest of that side of the family, he was a certifiable looney.
This book basically says that he can do no wrong. What he said WAS the gospel. Whatever. It paints his parents to be just as saintly. His mother, maybe, but his father, no way. From everything that I can find, my g-g-g grandfather was a merchant. When the heat got to be too much in one place (i.e. he cheated too many people), the family moved to a different area. Sad really. Especailly considering he came from a fairly prominent Tennessee family & married into an even more prominent one (the Ready family).
What's even better is J.W.'s (g-g-g grandfather) Civil War service. There were pieces written about him in a book & another in a magazine. They painted him as being a great hero of the time, although he never got the recognition. He was never awarded anything. When you read everything, nothing adds up. The dates are screwy. Several times when there was a major battle, he was out sick. He was wounded twice. I just don't buy it. A lot of people would jump on something like this in their family history. I won't. If I can't prove what he did, then in my mind, he did nothing.
From various accounts, no one would speak out against him. Most certainly not his children. To me, that means he was a fairly cold, unfeeling man who had to have control over everything. I'm pretty sure that when he married, it was for social & monetary reasons. He died of a massive stroke. They were dead broke. Two of his daughters were living with him at the time. I wonder where all the money from his "successful" business went? What happened to the business? Why did he marry my g-g-g grandmother? Why did most of the children feel the need to move so far away from him?
I have many, many more questions than I think I will ever have answers for. Since I wasn't there, never knew them & there is no one left who even has second hand stories, I probably never will know.
Posted at 07:05 pm by Zombie
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Well, I've changed up a couple things. Added a mood dealie in place of my picture. Really makes the place a lot less scary. Then I found a script for displaying your Amazon wishlist. Pretty much worthless, but something to do. I also deleted a couple things from the side. Nothing major. I get bored easily.
I was watching I Love the 80's the other day. I dig that series. They had a segment with David Coverdale on there. Damn he's looking old. He's starting to take on the Keith Richards decomposing thing. He should go as the Crypt Keeper for halloween. Wouldn't be much of a stretch.
OK, I admit, I really watch those I Love the <insert decade> shows to see Hal Sparks & Donal Logue.
Speaking of Hal Sparks, did you know he was in the cast of the fine feature film Chopper Chicks in Zombietown? Billy Bob Thorton was also in that one. Go figure.
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Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Yesterday, I ventured out to play bingo. I know, I'm not a blue hair yet, but I'm in training for my retirement days. Besides, it kills an hour & they have free doughnuts in the morning.
So, I'm sitting in the back as usual. I never win so what does it matter where I sit? Two tables in front of me sit a couple of women, probably in their mid 30's. They are talking loud enough to wake the dead & disturbed my crossword time, so I'm going to listen.
At first, they were discussing social manners. How so many people were rude & didn't handle themselves well in public. Here they were talking loud enough that they had the attention of most of the room & they have the nerve to talk about social manners. I wanted to smack them upside the head, but that would be bad form.
The next topic up for the chatty duo, ovarian cysts & visits to the gyno. Just ewwww. I don't want to hear about my own insides, let alone anyone elses. Apparently, the doctor missed something & malpractice was discussed. The doctor probably missed whatever it was because she wouldn't shut the hell up & let him do his work. I'll have to keep my eye out for this one in case she does sue. I'm going to bat for the doctor.
The best part was the discussion concerning weight. One was saying to her very much thinner friend that the only way she could lose any amount of weight was when she was on prescription pills. The entire time she's been flapping her yap she's been stuffing sugared doughnuts into it. Even eating doesn't shut this one up. You know, if you'd put down the damn doughnuts for five minutes you might lose a little weight honey.
Now I'm not talking smack about her being overwieght. Hell, I'm no waif myself, but you aren't going to hear me bitching about it either. And most certianly not while I'm stuffing my face with a deep fried, sugary carbohydrate treat. Just isn't going to happen.
I figured when bingo actually started the two of them would shut up. But no. They only took it down a notch. I hate people like that. Just shut the hell up & stop using extra oxygen. You don't have to constantly have your mouth open for people to know you're around. Quiet is a good thing.
Word of the Day
abstemious - ab-STEE-mee-uss - adjective
marked by restraint especially in the consumption of food or alcohol
Posted at 11:05 pm by Zombie
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Monday, October 27, 2003
Can someone please tell me what happened to Boy George? I just don't understand. I really don't. Changing your image, yes, I understand that. But dumping paint on your head? OK, yes, I know that's his new look for his stage show, but all the time?!? Great googly moogly. I love Boy George. Yes, I just admitted that. In a public forum no less. I have no shame.
He looks like abstract art painted by a blind person. Is the heroin just now starting to get to him?
  
Posted at 09:22 pm by Zombie
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I use to manage one of those crappy accessory stores at the mall. We had to have the "popular" station on all the time. I hated it & I hated this song. However, had I seen this then, I would have laughed til I peed myself everytime it came on.
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I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. Ever since Shane died, I have just retreated to some place inside myself. Today, I was thinking about my financial situation, or should I say, lack thereof.
When I was a kid, my parents both worked. We had a roof over our head & some form of food on the table. We didn't have much. Sometimes the electricity or water would get cut off. We'd eat beans & cornbread for a week. But none the less, we were healthy & safe.
After my mom had my little brother, things got even more tough. By the time I was 13 I was caring for a 3 year old. When money is tight, you can't afford day care. So, I spent my summers at home cooking, cleaning & caring for a kid. I was also a soap opera fiend, but that's a story for another day. Those summers spent at home are the reason I don't want kids. I know how much of a responsibility they are. I also know that I don't have the temperment for it. But in the long run, I think its better that I found that out early. Too bad more people don't have that opportunity.
But this is about other things. Not kids having kids. I think about all my personal problems. They may not actually be problems, but to me they are. Then I think I should count myself lucky. In the grand scheme of things, I know that I am. I mean, I have a roof over my head, food, my bills are paid every month & I have the little luxuries in life (computer, cell, soda in the fridge etc.). My self proclaimed problems, don't amount to jack when you think about it.
I'm not one to complain about things of that nature. Oh I complain alright, just not about personal stuff. It kills me when I'm out & I hear people bitching about not having enough money for this or that all the while they are pumping countless amounts off cash through a dollar video poker machine. It makes me ill. Was I the only person born with any amount of common sense? I think not.
My point is this. When you start to think about how bad you imagine yourself to have it, think about this. You're alive. More than likely you have a place to live. You are able to read this so you either have a computer at home or have access to one. You probably ate at least one meal today in the comfort of your own home. You don't really have it that bad. I'm a terminal optimist for the most part. I believe that you can turn every super crappy situation into something decent. If you try that is. So my suggestion, try to turn the next crappy thing that happens to you into something not so crappy. You can do it if you want to. All you have to do is try. Maybe if more people did that, there wouldn't be so many miserable assholes walking the face of the earth.
Word of the Day
optimism -  p t -m z m - noun
1. a doctrine that this world is the best possible world
2. an inclination to put the most favorable construction upon actions and events or to anticipate the best possible outcome
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