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Tuesday, June 16th, 2009
10:51 pm	Question What's going on with the hotel? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 8th, 2009
2:21 pm	Watch this Space "Not with a bang, but a whimper."- T.S. Eliot No, my world didn't end. It merely shifted. As of Thursday, I officially abandoned stately Gonzo Manor, and am now in my new pad. A new post is on the way. Sit tight, babies. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 29th, 2009
1:20 pm	A Hellish Vision I haven't written in about two months, and the truth is that there was nothing really to write about. Still, there were some things. The big news is that I won't be the 2600 meeting this week. I have to be at a book release party that night. The next anthology for me to be in, "Voices From Here," will be out then. I've also got a LOT of new writing I'm working on. Speaking of 2600, the last meeting was bittersweet for me. It was the last time for me to ever take the train from Dover. I stood on the platform looking at the hill on the other side of the eastbound tracks, and the Morris and Essex Line. In all the years I've been going to The City, I watched 46 seasons change, and while I enjoyed it, I never really appreciated it. On the train ride in, I couldn't even read because I was too busy watching the landscape, the landscape that was so familiar and at times changing, roll by. When I got back, I didn't get in the car right away. For a brief minute, I remembered that that sell out, Simon, and I were friends. Back then, the train left at a different time, and we would be back to have a few minutes of talking before Art Bell would come on, and I even remembered what it was like in the summer to make the left onto Blackwell Street, the show's theme playing, and all I could hear outside the car was the quiet hum of running air conditioners. The train's horn blasted twice, and I watched it slowly pull into the yard, never to be ridden on again. Sergey visited me recently, and when I dropped him off at the train station, I again watched the train head out. That was the last time I would ever be at that station. School is winding down. I had to drop my algebra course. The professor left a lot to be desired. She would collect homework only four times through the semester, and of that, grade only a certain amount of the problems. Theoretically, one could have just those problems wrong, have everything else right, but still fail the homework. I now have my afternoons open. To kill the time, after I get lunch after my Badminton class, I get to spend my time just working quietly, either reading or working on my book. I was also fired by the children's author I was working for on Monday. I did the necessary typing, and query letter. Nancy was in touch with John Cusick, the literary agent. Hold your Cusack jokes, please. When I was working on her work, I literally had to take four Advil. A Comp101 course is something she ABSOLUTELY needs. Often, in her sentences, she would go from passive to active voice, and she has no grasp of grammar or even articles. Not surprisingly, John turned her down. She left me a voicemail saying how she found someone else to do her typing and editing. Well, at least I don't have to put up with her crazy delusions about how she will get an $800,000.00 advance, and all the other wild dreams she had/has. Yeah, it's fun to be a writer. I should know. At the same time, I'm realistic. I know I may never to get to be a best-seller, and that's okay. Just being an established artist is good enough for me. I would love to be as well known as Warhol was, but being established seems like an easily attainable goal. Speaking of art, there is a friend of mine in Lambertville who is trying to work out something for me where I would be working for a magazine, and I'd be doing copy editing, proofing, and even some writing for them. As yet, nothing is set, so I don't want to say what the magazine is, but if my magical friends want to send some good vibes my way, please do. Being a working journalist in Lambertville would be something good for me. It's still a kick in the ass that after ONE rejection, I should be fired. The punchline here is that she still calls me for advice. I don't want to burn that bridge just yet, though. If, by some amazing fuck up in the Universe, and she makes it, I want to try and exploit that for my ends. In the Biblio File, I'm reading the A+ certification book, and have read 10 books for the year. That number will be increasing now that I'm coming out of the stretch of heavy reading. The move is coming along nicely, but if someone would've told me how much of a pain in the ass moving all those books would be, it wouldn't have mattered one bit. The War Room is empty other than my computer desk. My bedroom is showing more and more room, and I'm also starting to move out more clothing. The nostalgia hasn't stopped, but not for stately Gonzo Manor. Rather, it's the experiences in the area. Later today, I'll be seeing an old professor and mentor of mine. Things are winding down here, and what better peace/piece of mind could I have than that of a wise old sage. Current Music: Hunter S. Thompson, and Danzig (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 1st, 2009
9:56 pm	Birth of a Mirth There is much waiting right now, waiting what like I had to go through that night I slept with Natalie Portman. At 6:00 tonight, a Winter Storm Warning went into effect, but I'm still waiting to see snow. This seems like a good time to get caught up. The 2600 thing passed again, but the jury is still out on that Ukrainian restaurant. It was cramped, too cramped for my taste, and there was just something about the place I didn't like. Roy was nice enough to buy a bottle of Jameson, which I still have, and Sergey bought me dinner, but the vibe of the place was all wrong. There was no room for us to really spread out, and didn't really feel hackerish. The real sickening part of that night was what came after we left the place. Out of morbid curiosity, like the car accident one can't turn away from, Roy, Sergey and I headed over to see what was the Around the Clock diner. As we walked up to it, the patio was empty and ghost-like. There was brown paper up in the windows, and we could see through the rips in it. The whole place was gutted, revealing nothing more than the wooden skeleton of what was a very welcome place. In one area, a pile of sheetrock five feet deep was where many good conversations had taken place. I ventured further outside of Lambertville the last time I was there. I made it as far as Washington's Crossing, and I must say that I enjoyed the ride there, and I was even lucky enough to see that weird antiques place I had been meaning to see. In town, I got to see the abandoned train cars I wanted to visit, but something was missing; other cars and the engine. I've seen pics of the train, but I was at a loss as to how the other cars and engine made it out of there. At one point, beyond the coal hopper, the rails were actually puled up, and there were too many trees growing up to let anything else out. Odd. On my way back to the car, I passed an old professor of mine, and met his partner. What was weird about that was how, in class, he told us how he was married. Maybe his wife is okay with it. At any rate, I don't care. It's good to know that I have someone else in the neighborhood to talk with. My father, by the way, thinks I'm gay now because I mentioned how I would like to have a drink with my old professor. In the Biblio File, I'm now reading my sixth book for the year, the "MCSE Windows 2000 Accelerated Study Guide (Exam 70-240,)" which tops out at 1,488 pages. Pay attention! From now on, I will no longer call "Blast," something that i STILL can't find around here, blast. The new term is "Salinger," as in J.D. As far as I can tell, I am the only in the world who calls it this. As usual, it's left to me to be a trendsetter. I'm also now 10 days into a nasty bout with the flu, Consumption, or what ever the hell this thing is. It started with a scratchy throat, but soon went to a full-blown fever, coughing, severe body aches, stuffiness, and the worst cough this side of a Dickens novel. Most of the symptoms are gone, but that cough is still lingering. 102.3 had a commercial this morning saying that Karl's in Newton is moving to a new location. I've been terribly depressed, morose, melancholy, and nostalgic of late, and this commercial reminded me of when I'd be on my way to the Fair in Augusta, but would have to stop off for a quick Coke, and listen to Chris Issak. Around me, more and more boxes are full and ready for my move. Two months to go. Where did the time go? Current Music: Hunter S. Thompson, and Danzig (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, January 26th, 2009
6:34 pm	Uncle Sam Wants You...to Go Away So, it’s come to this. I haven’t been heard from all year, and I think it’s high time we get caught up. It’s not easy writing now. I’m a bit rusty, and I can feel it. My joints feel sluggish, my mind thick. I’ll do my best. Last semester wound down with me passing my classes, as if there were any doubt. After a lot of wasted gas driving to school to talk to office toadies, I got the financial aid situation straightened out. I’m in Tai Chi and Basic Algebra now, and have Badminton starting up later in the semester. It seems to be going well, though I’m restless for it to end already. As usual, there is no one there for me to talk with, but I’m very much enjoying the feeling that I am in my last semester, but, truth be known, I’m getting more and more nostalgic for my Morris County as the winter is coming to an end. Christmas sucked, as did New Year’s Eve. When midnight rolled around, after I had a good amount of pigs in a blanket and spent a lot of time playing GTA, I was in bed watching the third X-Men movie, and I just didn’t care that the new year had rolled in. 2008 wasn't all bad, though. I got to see another H.O.P.E., I made the Dean's List, and became an award-winning poet. 2008 was also the year that I was finally able to say that I'm an artist. 2600 is still 2600, but we have, again, lost a place to eat. Our beloved Around the Clock diner is now out of business. Fuck, man. This place was an institution for 20 years, and we were well loved and treated. On that last night, thought I was very drunk, I got to say my good byes to the staff, and even got a very soft kiss from Julia. I appreciated it very much, but I just wish that it could’ve come at a better time. That night, getting home was a very odd experience. Someone came running up to me in Penn Station, remembering me from when I took that History and Culture of Rock and Roll class last year. We had a pleasant conversation, but I had no idea who he was. It was good getting to see Murd0c and Scientist again, and I hope I get to drink and dine with them again soon. There was a time when I had to unplug for a while. It was just too much for me, and I unplugged on the 19th and 20th. It wasn’t easy to keep away from the media so long, but there’s only so much orgasmfest I can take. One would think that a new president were sworn in, and so many Kool-Aid drinking Americans were taking much delight in it, not that I have more to say about what’s been going on with the H.N.I.C. (Head Ninny In Charge.) I’m still not sure as to what was so historic about it, but we’ll talk more about that later. I’m still crawling through the swamp of unemployment, and I’m now up to 19 places, and still nothing. I’m still working with that children’s lit author, but I’m sick of her, and her not paying me. She’s calling me at odd times, and feels the need to tell me her problems. I have problems, too, but I don’t tell her. She seems to think we’re friends. I’m there merely to help her in dealing with agents, agencies, and other things, and all I’ve seen is a one-time payment retainer’s fee. Because of my bad school work schedule, Tuesdays and Thursdays in class until 6:15, I’m limited in what I can do for work. To add to this, it looks like I will be getting engaged this year. I worry every time we go out because she’s not polished, but I have to settle. No one else would have put up with me for as long as she has, and she takes good care of me. This seems like a good business move. She's a good woman, and I do love her, but... I have to get conspiratorial for a moment. Some of you may have heard about all the dead starlings in Franklin Township, Somerset County. The N.J. Department of Agriculture claims that it is responsible because the birds were “diseased.” I’m not convinced. I think there is something more sinister to it. If the birds were diseased, why was it in just that area? Why were only the starlings affected? I think it was some N.W.O. weapon that was tested, and the birds were the test subjects. In the Biblio File, I’m currently reading my fifth book for the year, Minasi’s “Mastering Windows 2000,” and I read 57 books for all of last year. I was in the Whitney on Saturday. There was a Calder exhibit that I wanted to see, and I was even lucky enough to see Man Ray's "New York City," as well as works by Hopper, Oldenberg, and even some hacker art. Capping it all off was that piece of Pollock's that I was falling in love with. I was moved to emotion no less than three times in that place, and this year HAS to be the year that my artisty expands. Things have gotten REALLY ugly here at stately Gonzo Manor where it has become an emergency that I get out of here. The arguments are getting more and more vicious. Last week, I was hassled for four straight days, literally, and the only thing that stopped it was the fact that I went to Brenda’s for the weekend. As a rule, I’m not serious about very much, but I am when I say this; I’m now seriously questioning the sanity of the parentals. Their behavior is so of the wall that I can’t even find an explanation for it. So, a decision has been made. I think a strategic fallback is called for here, and I started moving out on Friday. It looks like I will be living in Highland Park until I can get to Lambertville. Current Music: Prodigy, and The Misfits (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 17th, 2008
10:28 pm	I Spyro, I Spyro with my Little Spyro Does anyone have any experience playing Spyro the Dragon for PS1? (3 Comments |Comment on this)
9:25 pm	Year of the Year "No one should be asked to go on a trip like this." -Hunter S. Thompson The beautiful silence was broken today, and the rum isn't helping. I've been channeling Byron for some time now, and the plan is to stay as fucked up as possible for as long as possible. I can't deal with this. A ghost came back today. First, the news. There was a very real threat of my having to drop out of college. My financial aid was greatly cut because I was ONE credit short. The problem was that I'm taking Basic Algebra, a three-credit course, and Badminton and Tai Chi, which are both two-credit course, and I need a minimum of six credits to get my aid. I panicked for a while, but I soon calmed down. I took another class, and that brought me back up to my six credits. The class? Yoga. Speaking of school, the semester ended this morning at 9:10. That's when I finished my last final for my Human Biology, and I'm feeling good about the semester, though I haven't seen any grades yet. I know I did pass my math class, because I got my grade when I finished the test, and it was a 73.x, just enough for me to pass. The saddest part was Professor Ling's last lecture. It was after the last lecture, and the mood of the class reminded me of when I was standing in the back of 18 for the closing ceremonies at the Last H.O.P.E. We were all quiet for a while, and had that dread realization that this was it. True, that wasn't the case for H.O.P.E., but in class we felt as if we were saying good-bye to a friend. We had our lab final that day, and he insisted that he get a picture of us. He had been teaching for 25 years, and said that we were the best class he's ever had. He took the picture of us after the final, but the real kicker was that he wore a sport jacket for that final. He never wore a sport jacket for the whole semester, but he did that day out of respect for us. I'm seriously going to miss him. The 2600 thing came and went again, and it was a blast, even if I had none. There wasn't really much of a showing, and I was saddened to hear that this was going to be the last year that the Christmas train set would be shown at the Citigroup (It still feel weird to say/type that instead of Citicorp.) building. Another institution of 2600 meetings is gone. Pennsylvania Pretzel, the bar where the lushes went, and now the train set are all meeting history now. I did go to the diner, though. It felt odd to have been away like I was, but it was something that someone said to me that brought me back. I utterly hate being the charity case that I am, but Sergey one upped me. He said "It's not charity. The talks we have are payback enough." What could I say to that? That's real Family, folks. That was also the night when he GAVE me a laptop that I desperately needed for school. Thanks to that unencrypted Linksys, I did very well with things. On the way home, I had to play with it (No, the laptop) on the train. Note to the people with a hotspot by one of the train stations; don't use your router name as your password. In the Biblio File, I'm on my 55th book for the year; "Why Me?:The Sammy Davis Jr. Story" by the man himself. I also have something here that I can vent that I can't over at MySpace. A friend, now being used as pejorative term, of mine got married recently. We've been friends since '97, and we had a lot of great times. One Christmas, he gave me a letter to read upon my arriving home. In it, he talked about how good of friends we are, and he would die next to me in battle. He even asked me to be his Best Man. When he got married two weeks ago he didn't tell me. Someone else I'm friends with also hasn't gotten back to me on MySpace concerning a certain question regarding someone's last name because I want to dedicate one of my paintings to him. We don't talk anymore. As an aside to this, assuming I do get married, none of you will ever be asked to be my Best Man because I couldn't put one of you over another. I was in New Hope last week, and it was the most depressing time I've had to date. I talked to so many people who are having a hard time financially, most of the buildings on Mechanic Street are up for sale, ONE fucktard is complaining about how dirty and noisy the train is, and I couldn't get the pretzel I wanted. Back in Lambertville, I was in a gallery for a reception to which I was invited, and, dig this, the artist was flirting with me. I've often said that I can't tell when a woman was interested in me, but this was more obvious than Oprah in a day-glo thing. As I walked away from her new pieces, she grabbed my arm, and brought me back to her art so we could talk. While we were talking, she was running her finger seductively around the rim of her glass of wine. Yeah, I would've done her. This town could be a good place for me. So, here's why I will be in a severely altered state of consciousness for a while. I joined classmates.com some time ago because there were some people from high school that I wanted to see again. I never expected that an old flame would want to see me again. Her name is Jen, she's married now, has a large family, and age hasn't been a friend. I haven't thought about her in years, and she's made contact with me again. A sickening flood of nostalgia came back to me. I was remembering the time in her black Tourismo, and when we used to go out cruising after school. There are certain songs I've been listing to in an attempt to make the nostalgia so bad that I will get numb to it all. I was so crazy for her in school. I loved the lunches we had, her smile, and that gorgeous brunette hair that always smelled so good. Why now, though? Why should she want to get in touch with me after all this time? Thomas Wolfe strikes again. Bastard. P.S. In my last entry, I mention how I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow. That very next morning there really was a double rainbow outside. Current Music: Prodigy, and The Misfits (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008
7:21 pm	Welcome to the Brooding Highway Right now, there is some teen girl from East Bumblefuck, Iowa standing in Rockefeller Center with not much more than pantyhose and boots to keep her warm while she is waiting with her parents for the Christmas tree to be lit, and she will go home and brag to her friends that she was in New York City. If I look out my kitchen window, I can see my neighbor's Christmas tree, which is lit at the moment, but I don't feel the need to stand out in the cold to take part in something like that. As a kid, I loved it, but (Queue Cereal Killer) when I became a man, I put away childish things. School is winding down, and my classes have been picked out for next semester. I'll be taking Tai Chi, Badminton, and Basic Algebra. I couldn't get into the Winter semester thanks to my lack of funds. I'm going to have to take everything else on-line, and will need almost $1,000.00. In other news, I have landed a job. I don't need to go to an office, nor will I be pimping myself out for prom-dateless teens. I'm working with a children's author in Lincoln Park. I've been paid a retainer's fee, and am now working on a book synopsis and proposal. I will be getting paid for that work, too, and if this takes off, I'm not going to have to worry about money for a while. In the Biblio File, I'm now on my 54th book for the year, that being Malcom Lowry's "Under the Volcano." For those of you not familiar with it, think of it as being the child of a Conrad and Joyce union. So, how was everyone's Thanksgiving? My day was oddly quiet, and dad and I got into only one fight. It was a good dinner, and I polished off a whole ham steak by myself. What was weird was the realization that it was my last Thanksgiving here, and I won't be seeing them again next year. There are people with connections there, and I will have to dine with them. When I was coming back from Lincoln Park on Friday, I did the unthinkable. As I was waiting for my transfer in Dover, I laid my eyes on one of the most beautiful Japanese women I've seen. At one point, I even stood next to her in the shelter just to have the honor of being next to her, and even hoping that our auras would touch. Later, she talked me about when the next train was coming through, and we started a VERY nice conversation. Just before I got off the train, I did the unthinkable. Sit down for this, folks. I actually gave this woman my phone number, and told her that if she ever needed someone to show her around the city, I'd be there. None of you realize the severity of this. I actually made a move on a woman. Sure, I know she won't call, but that's not what's important here. What matters is that I did what turtles do to win races; they stick their necks out. I've been paying a lot of attention to the color values of the sunsets lately. The pinks have been a very bright value, and the low, grey clouds made the perfect accent. I've been getting nostalgic at least once a day, and for hours on end. I, too, bought a ticket for the end of the rainbow. Current Music: Prodigy, and The Misfits (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 19th, 2008
8:08 pm	From Being in the Ground to Under the Ground I’ve been sick with melancholy all afternoon. I’ve literally upset my stomach from it, and I’m loving every minute of it. The clouds are that familiar grey-blue that makes me get so nostalgic, and the wind hasn’t let up in days. So, the 2600 thing was recently, and I was lucky enough to get a double-decker. I’m not sure, but I think my line, the Morris and Essex Line, is making more use of them. This shouldn’t really matter though because, as usual, other people fuck up the trip. I did manage to get in some reading, but not as much as I wanted. I wanted to see how things were from upstairs on the train, but it was too over cast to really see anything, and the fluorescents were badly reflecting in the windows. It was a nightmare getting up there, but it was still fun to get to see everyone again. I didn’t go to the diner, though, because I had to be up early the next day for the usual trip to New Hope. Speaking of the diner, I will no longer be going there after the meeting until I get a job. This charity shit is too much for me to handle. They will get on just fine without me there, but I will still be attending the meetings. There has been a lot of talk lately about how the scene has seemed to have stagnated and even dried up to an extent. In the next Reprimand update, which I hope to get done next month, I will specifically spell out my plan to get us back up and running. If this goes right, we will change hacking history. Family, this means you. I love making animal friends, and have many ranging from my cats, to the animals in New Hope, and to other animals I just happen to meet when I’m out and about, where ever that may be. I was lucky enough to make a deer friend recently. The problem was that he was crossing Route 206 at the time. Not a lot of damage was done to the car, other than a very slight dent in the driver’s side corner panel, my mirror was taken off, and I had to get a new windshield. The windshield had a crack in it that was getting bigger by the day, and I was worried that a cop would see me. I don’t know how the deer made out because I didn’t stick around. Cops make people explain things. At the moment, I’m bleeding heavily from my rectum. School has fucked me good. I can’t take my algebra course during the winter when I wanted to because there is no financial aid available for the Winterim courses. I have no money of my own for this, and my parents won’t let me use their plastic for it, and have actually said “It’s not my problem.” Thanks guys, and fuck you, too. What this means is that I have to take it in the spring, along with my Personal Wellness and Badminton courses, and try to make everything else up in the summer. The real kick in the balls with this is that I will be getting kicked out of here in May, and then, hopefully, living in Lambertville. That means that I will have to take my classes on-line, drive about an hour and a half to take ONE final, then go back home. The big rub on this is that I may not be able to start my B.A. when I wanted to because these classes are holding me up. The job hunt is still raging. I’ve been to 17 places now, and still nothing. I have three new leads in the fire now, and I’m worried that this will be the year that Christmas didn’t come. In the Biblio File, I’m currently reading “Is Data Human: The Metaphysics of Star Trek: by Richard Hanley. It’s my 53rd book for the year. Speaking of books, I was at another book sale on Saturday that I was dragged to, and was forced to buy books against my will. Thank God there were some choice titles there to take the edge off. So, it’s come to this. I feel as if my life is nothing more than trying to find a lost Lite Brite peg in a shag rug. School is weighing on me, I can’t get a job, I have to worry about what happens after I get thrown out, Jessica said I was “…too ugly…” for her, and I’ve even decided on what to name the cats I plan on adopting; Gesso (pronounced “jess-o” and Palate. Still, Angela and Christine did give me smiles after the test, and while I know the smiles mean nothing, a small part of me still hopes. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in over a year, and I want to start painting in the worst way. Brenda bought GTA3, and we’ve been having fun playing that, but there’s still that part of me trying to get that key to the gates of Hell so I can try and let myself out. Current Music: Prodigy, and The Misfits (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 5th, 2008
5:35 pm	Low-Octane Energy Drinks, Colorful People, and the Good Life in New Jersey There's something odd about the weather that's getting to me. It's making me nostalgic. I keep seeing the image of the station ID graphic for METV, that gold and black globe spinning with the letters METV on it. What's so odd is that I haven't seen it in some time, but I'm starting to make some very deep connections to things in my last days up here, and they involve train stations, music, and certain stores. So, the big news is that Obama won, and I wonder where I'll be on January 20, when he takes his Oaf of Office. As much as I utterly despise the man, I have managed to see some good things in his election; he's managed to get the Clintons out of sight, and the blacks will finally shut up about not have a brother in the White House, though Obama is an Oreo. It seemed like all day yesterday the campus was on the verge of armed insurrection. I was hearing savage rhythms coming from the cafe in the Student Center. Someone even tried to talk to me about Obama, someone who was 19, at the oldest. "You're a bit young to be talking to me about politics aren't you, son?" I mouthed off to him. I've never gotten such a confused look in my life, even after that time I told Brenda that chickens are decent people. A friend of mine at school commented today that my hatred of Obama seems to be getting worse, almost to the point of being clinical insanity. We were sitting in Demere Hall during this talk, and he a look on his face of concern, for lack of a better turn. Then he pointed at me and said "You're turning into Hemingway, man." I have to admit he's right. Papa was notorious for when he had it in for someone, he would go positively rabid in his hatred of that person. Guilty as charged. Another acquaintance and I later struck up a conversation, and she got really NASTY with me for being a Right-Winger, and voting for McCain, even if I did so with two clothes pins on my nose. I'm convinced that the Family are all America haters, and I'm fine with that. That's certainly your right. None of you have EVER gotten nasty with me for my opinions, and I insist, politically, on keeping you close because I don't want only Right-Wingers around me all the time. It would be boring, and I like things mixed up. What killed McCain was that he wouldn't take the gloves off. If he had been more aggressive, he would've had it. Obama is the first president of my generation, yet my generation didn't carry him; the youth vote and seniors did. Odd. I've also noticed how Obama hasn't bothered to reach out to whites. Locally, the Rutgers assholes were out in the streets en masse carrying on, and the two state ballot questions here in Jersey were split; the bond issue passed, and the judge appointment didn't. In the state, Republicans gained seats, and Granny Lautenberg was re-elected. I find it odd how no one mentioned his age, as people often felt the need to do with McCain. Lautenberg is pushing 90. So, how was everyone's Halloween? While you were all in the Village watching the parade, something I wish like hell I did, I was out doing something that only I could do. My friend Rick's wife works night, and couldn't take their son, Alex, out trick or treating. Rick called me, while I was reading, and asked me to come out with him and his son. I protested at first, but he talked me into it. About an hour later, I would find myself in Stillwater, wishing like hell the night would get over with. We went to one house, and a REALLY loud and rowdy party was going on at a certain house. Alex knocked on the outside door, and the people inside couldn't hear us over the noise. I was getting impatient, knocked rather hard on the door, and that was when the frosted glass pane with the clear glass center fell in, and shattered on the slate flooring on the other side of the door. Alex thought it the funniest thing he's seen, but Rick and I picked him up, and hauled ass out of there. We were scared to death that people saw up, and cut through someone's yard trying to get back to his house. As you'll all remember, we had snow last week. There was some left on that night, and thanks to a patch of it I stepped in, I took a header into a pile of wet leaves, much to Alex's amusement. 20 years ago, this would've been a lot funnier than it was at the time. I'm getting that itch again, and I picked it from that "Cyberpunk" book I'm reading. My poor laptop died, and I never really got a chance to do anything with it, and I don't know where I'll get a new motherboard for it. I was remembering a beautiful summer night when I was at the South Orange train station, and I deliberately missed my train just so I would have to wait for an hour outside. I was looking east, longingly, an energy drink in my hand, wishing like hell I could hack something. What ever happened to those days when we would nod to each other knowingly, after some discussions were had? All of those late night train rides were well worth it. I'm now going over certain things in my library, and am even considering ordering from a certain place again in the hopes that someone will say to me "Hey. I've got an idea." Current Music: Prodigy and The Misfits (1 Comment |Comment on this)
3:29 pm	Dear Barack Dear Barack, I heard this morning that you plan on adopting a puppy because you plan on keeping in the tradition of past presidents owning dogs. Isn't your bitch, Michelle, enough? Love, Gonzo (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
12:01 pm	R.I.P. The United States of America: July 4, 1776 - November 4, 2008 Rest well, America. You had a good run. I'm sorry it had to end this way. Current Music: A cross of bagpipes playing "Amazing Grace," and a trumpet playing "Taps." (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 3rd, 2008
7:54 pm	Fuck Ramapo College I was watching the New Jersey News on NJN tonight, and was treated to quite a sight. A Unity March was happening at Ramapo College today, and there was a scene of a line of bright-eyed, idealistic college kids marching in a line, all wearing black and what looked like a purple sash of some kind. In the background, bongos were being played. In another scene people were shown singing, what ever the hell that has to do with the election, and there was someone else talking to a circle of students concerning the fact that Ramapo used to be a plantation, and the graves on campus were those of slaves. I made a few observations. *In this silly Unity March, as if we're all suddenly one people, whites were walking, and I think those whites should be shot in the morning. They weren't marching as a real sign of solidarity. The only thing that got those people to move was white liberal guilt. They feel guilty that they come from affluence, and have to ham-handedly get in touch with the black community to make themselves feel better, as of any of the brothers and sisters want their honky asses around. *What was with the singing? If you want to have people hear you sing, wait until the next audition for American Idol comes around, or do what other blacks do and start singing out loud, where ever you are. *The student talking to the other students about the plantation was talking like she was part of the cast of Amos and Andy. It's good to see that so much money is being pissed down the drain so this idiot can be trusted to speak in front of a large group of people, and sound semi-literate in the process. Mind you, this is also the same one who was beating her chest about how far we've come in race relations. We haven't come that far because I still haven't banged a black chick, that I know of, though it wouldn't surprise me if I did at some point. *At no time during the segment was Barack Hussein Obama's name mentioned because it's just assumed that blacks will vote for him because he's half black. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 29th, 2008
3:09 pm	Reasons Why No One Should Vote for Barack 1. He kicks animals. 2. He owns "Ishtar" on DVD. 3. He has webbed feet. 4. He once went to a cocktail party, stuffed an olive down some woman's dress, and then went to get it back with his teeth. 5. His favorite game is "Pull My Finger." 6. I've personally witnessed him tearing off the "Do Not Remove" tags from pillows in Big Lots. 7. He's a weenie. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 28th, 2008
3:46 pm	A Vote for the Homeless The Columbus Dispatch is reporting that a federal judge in Ohio, the Dishonorable Edmond Sargus, has ruled that counties have to let the homeless vote, and that the homeless may use park benches, parks, and others places that aren't buildings as their home address. This bad ruling solved a point of contention between the Northeast Ohio Coalition for the Homeless, and Secretary of State, Jennifer Brunner. The Coalition agreed to drop a constitutional challenge to Ohio's voter identification law, conveniently, until after the election. In return, Brunner and the Coalition agreed to verify provisional ballots across the state. The Coalition, it seemed, was concerned that unequal treatment of provisional ballots would disenfranchise some voters. I'm sure the sleazy nuts at ACORN, the group committing voter fraud for Barack on a mass scale, are going to jump on this one. The Left has a history of getting the homeless on buses, giving them bag lunches, sometimes money, just so they, the homeless can vote for whom they're told. How is this going to work? Someone will fill out a voter application, and say they live on the bench near where the pigeons are fed? I can just see it now. There will be lines of shit encrusted, piss soaked, and body lice infested mentally ill people standing in line, after getting some compensation for their trouble, just to vote for Der Furher Barack. We're a proud people. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
2:58 pm	Life Today Winter arrived this morning, the morning of October 28, in the foul year of our lord, 2008. The whole of North Jersey has been upside down all day. I didn't even make it to school. I made it as far as the top of the hill on Route 10 in Randolph, by the dealership, and turned around. I counted two spinouts, and five stuck cars between the road leading from the Sussex Turnpike out to 10, and the top of the hill. Coming home was no better. I literally could not see the top of Kingtown Mountain from the bend on 46 west. I'm also feeling a slight chill right now. The wet from snow and rain has seeped in through the poverty-worn holes in my boots. Speaking of school, I again have to vent about that mental patient of a professor I have for my p.r. course. I took a quiz in her class over a week ago, and she still hasn't gotten ANY grade back to anyone. She INSISTS on putting our grades up on the school's website, but never does. She can't just grade the papers and give them back to us. No. She forces to go to this site, and get nothing for it. In class, though, she tells us about her adventures in Second Life, as if any of us care. We also get to hear about the coffee she drinks every day, what her son is up to and how much he loves Thomas the Tank Engine, and about her cliche marriage on the beach in Aruba. It's sad to think that I, someone who once made more Cs than a Hispanic couple reaching simultaneous orgasm and is now on the Dean's List, am taking this more seriously than the professor. Friday and Saturday saw me being very busy. On Friday, I finally got the motor for my windshield wipers replaced, and three new tires were put on. The ones I had were so bald they literally had NO tread on them. Saturday, after stopping at the Pfaltzgraff store in Flemington because the whole chain of stores is going out of business, I headed off to Lambertville. I was feeling adventurous, and explored more of the town. I was very pleased with what I found, things like little restaurants, the CVS plaza, more railroad tracks to explore, and what I think is the ugliest elementary school I have ever seen. It was another night of art, and feeling like Basquiat looking in through the window at Warhol. I was lucky enough to meet and talk with Bob LeBraun again, and he really outdid himself this time. He has a new of England he's done, as well as others, but I fell in love with the one of St. Pat's in winter. In the Biblio File, I'm currently reading "Cyberpunk: Outlaws and Hackers on the Computer Frontier" by Katie Haffner and John Markoff, my 51st for the year. I may have mentioned this, but I'm now up to 16 places that I've hit for work, and still nothing. One place, Staples, was very recently, so I'm not expecting an answer just yet, though I did have to do some creative re-writing of my employment history thanks to my being blackballed. I still have other places to try, and a friend of mine might be able to help, but I don't want it to go to that point. Pride prevents me from doing so, but if that's what it comes to, so be it. I have four colleges to apply to, I owe Leo money, I'm being kicked out in May, I have to find an apartment in Lambertville, furnish the apartment, get my laptop fixed, get a new desk top with a flat screen monitor and mouse that works properly, I need new boots, and I'm tired of people having to bail me out of situations all the time. I wonder how long this bad weather will last. I wonder if the snow will let up, too. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 27th, 2008
4:21 pm	Bare Hands That diseased animal Barack Hussein Obama will be president next Tuesday. His re-election campaign will begin next Wednesday. He stands for redistributing America's wealth "...spread the wealth around.", the Fairness Doctrine, massive cuts to the military, giving tax rebates to people who don't pay taxes, refuses to wear an American pic on his lapel, is a Muslim plant to try and destroy America, has schoolchildren sing for him much like Chairman Mao once did, took donations from Fannie May, has never come clean about his association with William Ayers and Jeremiah Wright, has ties to people engaging in massive voter fraud, and is not a citizen. Obama is the first presidential candidate of my generation, and this is the best that could be found under a rock. I accuse him of being an agent provocateur of America haters. It's a shame that he wasn't castrated so his genes couldn't be passed to further generations. I'm going to be on his punk ass every chance I get, and write about it here. It is also my intention to try and get into radio again, and I will be Barry Champlain. That sick motherfucker won't get away from me. He's Nixon, and I'm Hunter. It's journalism now. (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008
3:18 pm	Watch This Space Be here next week. The gloves are coming off. Current Music: Megadeth's "Crush 'em" (Comment on this)
Saturday, October 18th, 2008
7:51 pm	Stanhope Tonight It's so quiet tonight, I can't think straight. The only companion I have is my French vanilla cappuccino, and the only sounds are my arthritic computer, and the moon reminding me of that night in Vernon all those years ago. Yeah, it's that kind of a night, the kind of night that should feel like it does as Christmas is impending, that bizarre, cold silence. The 2600 thing was again last week, and there was NO ONE there. It’s sad how the halcyon has worn off, but I’m in this for the long haul. The ride in, as usual, was an event. The trains were running late by 10 minutes, and Penn Station was a mess, too. There was some problem with LIRR, big shock there, and no one was moving. At the meeting, as always, it was good to see the Family who, again, took care of me. Speaking of that, I’m really hating being a charity case like this, but after being blackballed to now 14 prospective employers, it’s very welcome. I mention this situation to the job office at school, and even they agree that something odd is happening. I’m going to do some revamping of some info I have, and hopefully that will do the trick. During dinner, I was lucky enough to have dinner with Sergey, Zeno (I think that’s how he spells it,) and some great conversation. I was thinking about how Sergey was mentioning that there are no plains left to explore, but the more I thought of it, the more I thought about the hacker art movement is happening. I think it bears looking into, but I think this will be the last place to go. On Sunday I had to go to school for the college fair. A fucking Sunday! Who is the crack baby that thought this one up? It’s bad enough that I had to be inconvenienced and taken away from my reading, but the whole tri-county area was there. It was held in the gym, and there was no room to move, but I did manage to get the list down to four colleges: Penn State, Trenton State, Rider University, and Delaware Valley College. For some odd reason, Rider is giving me the pull. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I can major in English with emphasis in creative writing, literary theory (Modern,) and art as my minor. The admissions rep said “That’s doable.” when I told her what I was planning. Princeton, which I was considering, was a real bring down. Get this, Princeton, an Ivy League school, DOESN’T ACCEPT TRANSFER STUDENTS. Yeah, it’s Ivy League alright, POISON Ivy League. Later that day, I met my friend, Rick, at the Hampton Diner, and he treated me to lunch and an Irish cream cappuccino that was one of the best I’ve ever had. After we ate, we walked around the S.C.C.C. campus, and getting wickedly nostalgic. It’s hard to believe that we’ve been friends for 14 years, and we went though a lot of weirdness in the 90s. Then Jen came along, and drove a wedge between us that resulted in our not talking for a few years, and I still regret that I ever let her out that shit in my head. I was grocery shopping in Weis one day, and there he was. A conversation broke out, and we haven’t stopped talking. It was as if we never were apart like we were. He’s married now, and has a seven-year-old son. In fact, before we met at the diner, he was out pumpkin picking with the family. I’m doing very well in school, getting somewhere with my writing, and planning my move to either Lambertville or New Hope. He’s offered to help me move, and even help me find work once I move. There were a few stories that were gnawing at me lately, and I think it was just some of the birth pains of me getting into this Moving mentality, and those stories were concerning some of the women who crossed my shores. Here’s the tally: Tammy is now divorced and living in Michigan, Veronika moved back to Rhode Island, Alessandra moved to Florida, Amy hasn’t done much with her art, and Nancy is now married. Maybe I didn’t do so badly after all. True, I still fall in lust any time I’m by Around the Clock, and I’m really considering talking to some of those Asian women I love so much. Here’s a weird thing that happened to me; my contract arrived from my publisher. It still feels weird to say things like that, or the times when I’ve e-mailed my editor. The anthology I’ll be published in will be out early next year, and I’m getting paid in copy, but it still looks good in the portfolio. I should also take the time here to do some venting about my Intro to Public Relations professor. I really think that Creedmore should be called. She has lost her mind, and is now certifiable. I was under the impression that it was a p.r. course, and she wastes time with her orgasms over Second Life, something I’m now calling “Get A Life.” Stop it! She has even encouraged us to get a Second Life so we could talk to her. I thought that’s what was supposed to happen in class. Silly rabbit, Talking is for real people. It’s no secret that I have a rabid hatred of Obama. I’m seriously considering starting a blog specifically for the purpose of bashing him. I consider that floppy eared prick my mortal enemy, after all. On Wednesday, I ate an Absinthe chocolate bar in class, and had to get out to see the well-colored foliage. After class let out, I headed over to the Sussex Branch Trail with the express intention of developing my artistic eye. It was an AMAZING walk past the lank, and up to where I finally sat, and just looked. There were beautiful canopies of gold and red. I looked at the old railbed, and wondered who were the men who laid the tracks that last brought a train to Newton back in '66. I looked at the lake, and paid attention to how reflections are, and saw effective fluting in the surrounding hills. It's one of the few times in my life where I can actually say that I was THAT lost in myself, and it was so welcome. A while back, I had a problem with my laptop. I was working on it, and suddenly the screen was garbled, but would change color every so often. I hookd up my desktop monitor to it, and sat the same thing. Yep. The motherboard died. I'm going to try and get this remedied, not just for the fact that I need a war machine, but I got sandbagged at school. It turns out that I will not be graduation in May as I previously thought. I have to take two more maths, and take them on-line because, come May, I will be in Lambertville. It's not looking as though I will be finished in August. I have to get this computer fixed No Tomorrow style. Speaking of Lambertville, I was thinking about it a lot tonight. Yes, I'm in a very English mood, I know. Lambertville, I found out, has a post office with no phone it, and I'm thinking about getting a scooter for putting around town. A 2008 Wildfire would be nice. What ever I get will have to have European styling. I was thinking about getting a Segway for getting around town, but if you've ever seen the streets in Lamberetville, you'd know that a Segway is a guaranteed trip to meeting Mr. Pavement very quickly. I was also thinking about when people will visit me when there are no salons going on. I had an image of being in the place next to Colette's gallery, or downstairs in the Lambertville Station, drinking with friends/Family. Yeah. I really do want to go where everyone knows my name. If not, a warm smile will do. Current Music: Prodigy, and The Misfits (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 7th, 2008
5:48 pm	S.M.A. (Save My Ass) No, I don't need Blast money. I'm going to get some next month, and I going to do something really stupid to get it, but I don't care. I miss the stuff. I need something else this time, something far more serious. Does anyone know of some site(s) where I can go and get answers to my math questions? I don't mean how to convert to a mixed number, or anything like that. I just want to type in the question, and get the answers. Thanks. My semester is hanging on this. Current Music: The sound of numbers crunching. (1 Comment |Comment on this)