Over an hour and a half on the phone with T-Mobile

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was how I started my morning. I guess I should have known it wasn't going to get much better. When I finally got to work, I set up for today's project and worked for 15 min untill my relatively new sander took a dump in my lap. I then proceeded to open up the thing to see if it could be fixed and broke the tip of my screw driver doing so. No, I did not use the screw driver in any other way than it was intended to be used. I could go on as to the rest of the work day, but I will just let it go with the final act of the work God- My printer, just now, too has crapped out on me. I'm ready to get all "Office Space" on the poor thing.

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"Die Mother #$%#$*!!!"

The World is Coming to an End..

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but, I don't mind. I, for years have been plagued by the idea that the world will be destroyed within our life time or at least in our grandchildren's lifetime. Yeah, a bit out there, or is it? Consider global warming, viral threats, nuclear threats and the threat of an astroid/meteror tearing the world apart. There's many possible endings here. But let us consider the latter. We, or rather our solar system, goes through a cycle of getting nailed by these things every tens or hundreds of thousands of years. And when I'm talking "nailed by these things" I'm talkging about the giant fuckers, like the one that hit Saturn and left a crater the size of Earth a few years back. So, yeah, the cycle. Sientists say that we are like a hundred years off from the begining of this cycle, but how can they be that exact? They can't. (They only know of an approximate time line based on dating the craters of the Earth and the dating method is not that precise.) This is what they are told to tell us. The fact is that we have already begun to drift into the line of fire of the cataclysmic Earth destroyers and NASA knows it. I've always said that as soon as the government puts an unprecedented amount of money into space exploration, we're doomed. Guess what? It's happening. We are trying to live on Mars within the next 50yrs. Why Mars? Well, there are many reasons, but my theory is that it's a good staging point to deflect one of these projectiles. So hooray for us, there may be hope.

But, back to my point- I don't mind either way. Don't get me wrong, I would love to see the human race go on and progress and evolve, but everything has it's end[our lives] which is exactly why I can no longer waist my time worrying about things that will never be in my control. On Easter I spent some time talking with my uncle and he said to me "Life is hell...I only see the world's problems..". This got me to thinking. I too see the world's problems and have allowed myself to be deeply perplexed by them. I realize that if I don't watch it I will one day share my uncle's view of this world. I can not allow this and therefore surrender to the fact that this world is doomed and take comfort in the fact that I will do my part in whatever small way to postpone the inevitable. If life hands you a lemon- make lemonade, but before you do, squeeze a little juice into a wound just to remind you it can ALWAYS get worse.

How stupid are today's consumers?

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As I was opening my most recent package of ass wipes, AKA toilet paper, I noticed the following:

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I was so happy they had this "Roll Size Guide" on the packaging. I was so confused before I had seen it. I was thinking that double was a little bit bigger than a single and a triple was a little larger than a double. But, as you can see, a "Double" is double a single and a "Triple" is triple the single.

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Is the general population so stupid that they don't understand what "single, double and triple" mean? Do we not have enough people who watch Baseball, or get ice cream from sweet shoppes or can they not simply transfer that knowledge to toilet paper?

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Now, if they come out with a "Quadruple" roll, will it be quadruple a single or double the double? They're going to have to get me another chart for that one.

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*note*

I'm in the process of continuing the previous entry, but it's becoming a research project. I will post it when it's ready.

I Think I Understand Now

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Here I sit listening to Black Eyed Peas- Monkey Business thinking- "Wouldn't it be nice to live inside 'My Humps'?" The answer is yes. Its so simple, has a good groove and just takes me away. Maybe this song annoys you and if so, think of another song that does this for you. My point is we all escape from time to time. It can be a healthy thing, but the problem is that way too many of us escape way too often. I sit guilty as charged myself. I was sitting around with Barb and Keith (my aunt and uncle),just yesterday, talking about how disconnected we have all become from one another due to technology. I have mulled what I have said over and now realize that I must expound upon this thought. The truth is that it has connected us to eachother just as much as it has disconnected us. The real problem is that it has disconnected us from the people who live in our most immediate community and connected us to people all over the place. We only have so much time and energy. There is only so many hours in the day. We can't possibly have the time to converse and exchange vital growth ideas with most of our neighbors for long lengths of time and check our two or three voice mails, e-mails, websites and so on and still get the daily chores done and the dinner on the table. As a result we connect to family and friends through virtual communities, but this weakens the strength of our local community to a degree. -Okay, this is going to have to be continued. Consider this part one. It's time to dye eggs. Happy Easter to you all!!!

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The Circus is in Town!!!

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It's almost 72 degrees here. The wind is blowing and the dogs next door can't stay seperated. I woke up this morning and found the circus had come back to town and stuck around for quite a while. Is it just the weather or is it something in the air? It's incredible, whatever it is. I feel like a teenager hopped up on hormones.

The sun in shining and I'm stuck working. At least we get to open the windows and the spring has sprung.

All work and no play makes Mo a dull boy. All work and no play makes Mo a dull boy. All work and no play makes Mo a dull boy. All work and no play makes Mo a dull boy.

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The Great Beer Barn in Chicago Heights

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is all I saw that C-Heights has to offer. It was like a town waiting for big business to come through and take away all of it's problems. Boarded up windows, empty buildings and empty lots at every turn. Just wait, 10 yrs from now you won't be able to find any available property there. But moving on to why I was in the big C.H.

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So that's the damage. Well, the majority of it. Part of the back window is smashed out and the bed is a bit twisted and bent from the drywal sliding.. The estimator said that he couldn't give me the final word but, he's leaning towards totalling the poor bitch out. If that happens, I will get to move down to a F-150 and cut my gas expense in half. I could end up saving money through this whole thing over the lifetime of the new truck. Of course, I still need to side step the DUI conviction and then we'll see about Allstate's "accident forgiveness" program. But, hell, like I said, with a little luck and a lot of effort, I could come out on top in the long run. Well, I'm off now to see Sophia's State Championships for Synchronized Swimming. All wish her good luck tomorrow. God, I miss my girl.

Stay tuned

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I'm going to get to get the load of drywall off my truck today all the way out in Chicago Heights. Where the fuck do they get off calling themselves "Chicago Heights"? They might as well be in another state. Hell, Indiana is much closer. I think I'm more annoyed by the name than the drive. We're leaving in a few minutes and I will return with pictures so you all can see the damage as well. Well, I do have to say, I never came up with a name for my truck and I never broke it in properly. In other words- just under 9,000 miles and I never so much as made out with a girl in the thing. I guess that truck and I weren't a good pair. I don't even have a picture of me in it. That's a good sign. It will soon all be a lost memory.

BTW-I'm on Myspace.com now too. You can seach for me by entering Criscoluv or perhaps this link will work: http://www.myspace.com/criscoluv

"TTFN"

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http://www.ween.org/weeee.swf

Tomorrow, at exactly 1:02:03am and again at 1:o2:03pm it will be: 01:02:03 04/05/06. I just received an email telling me so. It happens twice in one day? How significant can it really be then?

What's sexier than a girl with a gun?

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Naked girls? Well how about naked girls with guns?! I just found my new favorite web site. Thank God for spam! I think I might even subscribe. http://www.actiongirls.com

They don't just have girls with guns, they have girls with bazukas, tanks and gernades. They have girls firing fully automatic weapons in the nude. Ba-jong, ba-jong, ba-jong. It's the real Milk Shake.

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I'm feeling sick today. I fell asleep with my shirt off last night and it got real cold in my room. I woke up with a sore throat and a headache. Well, at least I have Action Girls to get me through my day!

Not going into work today

Not because I'm being lazy or even in light of my current situation that has left me sans auto. Well, actually that's not entirely true. There are a few things that I have to take care of with respect to my most recent mistake, but I'm mainly staying home to finish the preparation for the renovations that we are doing to our condo. My sister has been a real trooper so far in cooperating without incident. This has made things much easier than I had originally anticipated. I can't wait to complete everything and move. This place has too much of my mother in it still. I think my sister too is anxious to move. I think it's realistic to expect to be done with everything by the end of next month, but, of course I'm trying to cut the time in half. We'll see. I will most certainly post before and after pics when all is done. Also, today I'm returning to my book project that I have put down for two weeks. I'm very happy with myself for this. It certainly isn't an easy thing to do, nor may it prove to be fruitful, but it's just one of many concepts that I have failed to see through untill now.

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Just a few things that I should have added to yesterday's post:

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1) I had no intention of driving home, but got too drunk to remember my intentions.

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2) I'm really okay. I truely think I can turn this into a very positive thing with a little luck and alot of effort.

I could have killed someone last night.

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But, thank God I didn't. I think I 've just hit an all time low in my life. No, I'm certain of it. I received a call last night from my recent ex that sent me into a downward spiral. Just after I seemingly convinced her that I was doing wonderful without her I proceeded to drink everything in sight at the bar...and then I drove. I spent the night on a cold slab of concrete- No joke. The outside air was just above 40 degrees when got out and it seemed warm. I did push ups for about 15 min just to warm up enough to fall asleep last night. But this is nothing- the least of my concerns. The money and time I will waist in this uphill battle that has begun is excruciatingly ovrwhelming to my mind at this moment. My thoughts turn towards the barrel of my gun, but don't worry, I will never allow myself to do such a thing, but in some way, I wish someone would do it for me.

I crashed my truck last night with a load of drywall on it. If I had hit a car I would have killed someone. In fact, I would have killed several people for sure. Instead I hit a large box truck with a 17 foot bed. No one was injured, thank God. I don't even remember hitting the thing. The first thing that I can recall is standing outside my truck looking at it and realizing that I had just caused all the damage that I was seeing. That truck was my baby. It was going to last me it's liftime. Perhaps it still will. That remains to be seen. I saw it this morning at the pound. Basically the front passenger side of everything under the hood is gone. The engine seems in tact and the frame seems unscathed, however the passenger door will not open. So, who knows. I will have to pay in the area of $1000 to the City of Chicago and the the pound fee just to get it out. Then, we'll see what insurance will cover, if anything. Yes, I'm fucked, to say the least.

You may wonder what 692 is on my hand. I have no idea except for the fact that when they booked me they wrote it on me. Perhaps it's like a club. All I have to do is show them the number on my hand and I can go back in. The service sucks and there was no food to be had. But if anyone wants to check it out sometime, let me know. I have VIP access now.