I win.

Dancing, tequila / whiskey (shut-up Strobel), loud music, the hotness, laughing.

Make the Jesus freak and the office conspiracy theorist shut the fuck up.

Is to take photos, write, edit, post and manage content. I might even try a little drawing, and quit procrastinating on the contracts. Also a trip to the hippy-ass health food store and some banking. I really need to lay off the vices. No time like the present.

I really don't like "the homeless". I'm not a "blame the victim conservative" or a heartless monster. I simply believe that being a part of any society (by birth or choice) requires adherence to the rules. Conversely there are penalties for infractions and violations of the social contract. As far as empathy goes I have been without a residence or means to provide a roof over my head. For me, this was always a temporary setback, not a viable lifestyle. If you fall off the horse... What I would love to see is giant dystopian warehouses for the homeless. 3 hots and a cot when you check in, and clean, safe ( not comfortable ) dormitories. However when you do check in it must be under the condition that you are not being a bum in the street. If your habit is so bad that you have to beg EVERYONE you meet for "a quarter" detox in jail. Singles by gender, a bright and engaging daycare, and family pods. All of these would be about turn over. You stay here for up to 2 months to land a job and get that first check, on the way out- here's some food for your pantry. What I DO NOT like- PRIME REAL ESTATE where everyone who can play by the rules being given over to those who can't / won't. I hate not being able to walk down the streets where I work and pay taxes without being constantly and relentlessly mooched from. I hate that my friends and neighbors fear for their very safety because of overly pushy and downright predatory vagrants. Give a man safety net when he falls- yes. Be guilted and harrassed by those contributing nothing (and taking much) away from the community- fuck no! I can already hear the reactions and disapproval by those I don't agree with (but respect) on this issue. I've never claimed not to be a closet fascist, but what I want is a VIABLE solution that benefits the MOST people. I want a compromise between thewell-meaning advocates and the rest of us who have to live in this city with the homeless and other poor. A few million should not be held hostage by a few thousand, that's just bad math and policy.

A lotta drinkin, (too) little dancin'. Hung out with a cool old friend and made a few new ones (who enjoyed getting me and my old friend drunk). Made some desicons got some closure and gained a little perspective on some things. Ran into my web developer at breakfast on Sunday. Recieved an entry from my childhood friend. I need to hammer out a few "Content Use" contracts. I think that I will make documents that reflect my morality, rather than those of the greedy asses that dominate.


After thought- she DOES have a REALLY nice ass. Pity.

Why Batman beats Captain America. Batman is a strategist, and Captain America is a soldier.

Anyone know where I can find a mountain lion?

Time to clean house.

Everyone can be hurt. Sometimes it seems the most natural thing for a creature in pain, is for it to lash out and cause another being pain. In humans, it seems that the more we hurt, the quicker we are to try to hurt back or hurt others. An almost reflexive response. I want to move past this type of behavior. I am not above using force or negative reinforcement to stop someone from intentionally haming me or others, but the pettynes of contiuing a game of bad karmic transmissions doesn't feel right to me. There are lots of alternatives for rational beings. Again, not looking to be the world's chump, victim, or cosmic dumping ground. Fuck with me or those I care about at our own peril. The difference now is I can be as "forceful" as the situation allows, btu I will no longer look forward to the sadistic glee of hurting someone past the point of submission. My pain is now my own. I own it, and I am no longer looking to share.


However, this is a process, and if pushed I may fail and revert to my old ways.

THEN you leap.*






*Providing the data gathered from visual observation can confirm a minimal risk/reward ratio within acceptable parameters.

    I seem to have a whole adolescent symphony blaring in my head. Trying to orchestrate brunch with the fam on Mother's day. Got my feelings hurt and my ego-checked recently (blame squarely sits on my own shoulders). Old faces from long ago keep popping up in modern ways and settings. I had a great experience that I wish I could forget. Life seems less cyclical and more reflective. The blues chicken I've been studying has come home to roost. Great artists are inspiring me to do everything but get off my ass and create more. I'm starting to wonder if my chronic self-repression is good or healthy. I'm not a Vulcan, but the irrationality of humanity often repulses me, but it also seems to define humanity at our core. As a sci-fi geek baby I never wanted to be the Hulk. What does the world need with a nuclear powered temper tantrum? What good is a screaming two-year old that can toss around trucks. I scare myself with my own potential for violence, hurtfulness, and destruction. I sit VERY tight on my bad feelings so I don't- you know. And there are so many ways. Imagine a creative mind focused on hurt and destruction. Someone good at figuring out problems turning their mind to intentionally wounding people - physically, emotionally, financially, professionally, through loved-ones and property damages. If someone with half a brain turns their
Feh. I need to get coffee.

     Photos of people in abused, degraded, and/or debased situations (probably hot females-for aesthetic reasons), all wearing t-shirts with clearly legible inspirational and pithy sayings on them (Possibly always the same font.) "I am Jesus' little rainbow" in the middle of a circle jerk (with camera equipment and lights in-frame). "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams!" on some poor kid half-dead in a gutter. "Grandma spoils me rotten!" On someone working a dirty public bathroom glory hole.
    Maybe I should get counseling. Or a good camera?

from a severe bout of responsible. Pleas send me all the aloofness, frivolity, and "fuck-it" that you can spare. Also the young lady that just blew into the coffee house has on a perfect outfit for today-except for her shoes. Them shoes need to go.

Shit is confusing for realz. Today I knuckled down and worked on a project that I was tempted to blow off, and afterwards I was pleased with both the progress and the results. I'm thinking about Wednedsay and this weekend already. I'm spending more money, so I'm closer to broke, but it feels like I'm making good investments that will pay off in the long run. I may need a hardcore social sabbatical soon, so I want to see folks I care about even more befroe I crawl into my own navel to accomplish som

She must have sat in a tub fulla honey, to get an ass that sweet.

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The sun will come out tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun! Just thinking about tomorrow-