:: Out of Spite, Out of Mind ::

:: Friday, November 29, 2002 ::

Food journal, 11/29/02

9:30 am: Banana.

9:45 am: Apple

10:45 am: 2 Pieces of bread at work.

11:00 am- 4:30pm: Constant swallows of my pride.

5:45 pm- Turkey/stuffing/cranberry.

6:30 pm - Cookie.

For yesterday's food journal, almost exactly the same, except substitute Ramen for Banana and sister's Ramen for Apple. Also, substitute beers for pieces of bread. Times may vary as well.

Oh, add pumpkin pie for today... 6:45pm

Expecting a food coma.... (The light...run to the light, Goh...run...run!) X0

:: Ol Man Factory 11/29/2002 06:42:00 PM [+] ::
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Somewhere in an alternate universe, my meaty carc-ass is hanging in a family of turkey's fridge. Bastards!
Two turkey kids are snapping my wish bone...
They all pass out in front of the telly, bloated and in a food coma... burping up my remains.

Then my spirit, floating away, shouts (shaking my spiritual fist)
"I'll get you back you damn birds, maybe not in this lifetime, but I will...just you wait!!!!"

And that is why I am gonna be a gluttonous bastage tomorrow

Happy Thangs-chillin' day!

:: Ol Man Factory 11/27/2002 06:06:00 PM [+] ::
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Happy Birthday!

:: Ol Man Factory 11/27/2002 05:19:00 PM [+] ::
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I took a walk after work tonight on the abandoned streets of the city, looking for something to do... I didn't quite know what.
It was a ghost-town, save for the bum trying to hold himself up, the guy hosing down the street, and the security guard in the postal center (who nodded at me- my partner in solitude)

I went to my car, threw my work clothes in it and grabbed a book... I felt that I'd need it because it didn't look like I was gonna be talking to anyone this quiet Sunday evening. The book , a small paperback, fit in my pocket perfectly. It's called "Three Uses of The Knife" by David Mamet, and has been kind of a bible to me. I carry it around everywhere I go, even if I don't end up reading from it (like I did tonight). I keep it at my bedside and read it little by little...it's only 81 pages long!!!... but I don't want it to end, it'd be like losing a friend or something if it ended, so I just keep flipping around it kind of randomly... procrastinating the end, if you will. Don't worry, it's a non-fiction book about drama/writing- so there's not a plot to ruin. David Mamet is a brilliant Screenwriter, and the book is three chapters of insights into his craft.

Anyways, I was walking around for about a half hour when I realized that the book had fallen out of my pocket somewhere! I started to retrace my footsteps when my friend Thu called me.

Thu: Whatcha doin? Did you call me earlier?
Me: Yeah man, I'm walking around the city. I'm looking for my book.
Thu: Huh?
Me: I had my Mamet book with me, and it fell out of my pocket!
Thu: Oh shit! (realizing the gravity of the situation) Did you show me that book before?
Me: Yeah, I need to find it.
Thu: Did you wanna hang out, maybe go to the gym?
Me: Uh...well, I just wanna find my book.
Thu: heh heh, ok man, I'll talk to you later.

Right as I hung up, I saw my book, just laying there on the corner of Spear and Howard. It looked so good glistening in the night. (heheh- that sounded kind of sick- does that make me a litera-philiac?)
I thought to myself "even if I had no idea who this author was, or what this book was about,
it looks irresistible." The book is worth only $10- but I can't help but feel attached to it somehow...

Here's a little excerpt from it:

"Children jump around at the end of the day, to expend the last of that day's energy. The adult equivalent, when the sun goes down, is to create or witness drama-which is to say, to order the universe into a comprehensible form. Our sundown play/film/gossip is the day's last excercise of that survival mechanism. In it we attempt to discharge any residual perceptive energies in order to sleep. We will have drama in that spot, and if it's not forthcoming we will cobble it together out of nothing. "

and that is why I blog.

:: Ol Man Factory 11/25/2002 03:18:00 AM [+] ::
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