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Well, I'm at my parent's house again. I think my musty basement apartment is trying to kill me. At any rate, I'm going to get off this computer and get some decent sleep this time, unlike last time.
I AM A FREAKING GENIOUS
Well, the inevitable Greenhouse Holloween party I was planning on going to is on Staurday. Of course I asked off Oct 31 - Nov 1: because I'm the SMARTEST MAN ALIVE. I do have off Saturday - but that's it. Guess we'll see what happens.
So, tommorow night or Saturday afternoon expect a archive rollover here and two large hunks of content related to a thunderstorm and a dream, respectively. And now I gotta sleep like I said I was gonna.

Well, for Holloween I'm going to be The Devil.

The general consensus seems to be that it works pretty well, for me.
So I'm going to try to grow some facial hair. Although it will not be able to reach in the next week or so the utter rediculousness I had at one point.
I actually found my Devil Pants. The pants I wore in The Play. I forgot that they were too long. If I could just find something to go with them. . .the shirt I wore with the originally fell apart.
If I had just figured out that I wanted to do this earlier, maybe I could have found a smoking jacket or something. Still, I'm going to go all out this time and get some horns.

I just realized that this whole post was baisically an excuse to point out that I have DEVIL PANTS.

Now there's a Tornado Warning

ROCK!

There seems to be a massive storm on the way. Literaly! Not metaphoricaly or anything.

Is it me, or is it strange to say that worshiping in a similar manner to your ancestors 1500 years ago is a "perversion" of said religion?
Not that I'm defending Islamic Extremists. I'm just wondering where we get off thinking that our modern interpretations of the Religions of the Book are handed down from on high when we've become increasingly secular and distanced from the hypothetical events and cultures that spawned said religions.
I suppose my thoughts on this rise in part from all of the co-religious ceremonies on TV after the attacks. I mean, it makes me feel good but don't you three guys disagree on something? At the very least the Catholic participants should be feeling that hopefully the other two dingbats will have some sort of intervention by Christ before thier deaths, therfore saving thier as-yet damned souls.
So it just seems wierd. Like sort of a sign of the inevitable spiral into secular humanism we'll be experincing in the next hundred years, barring the events of the Book of Revelations.

Uh. Yeah. What was I talking about? Sorry, I must have had some sort of seizure there.

"Baybay
don't you wanna
dance up on me?"

It has been quite obviously illustrated to me why I didn't get shit done that semester I droped out of St. John's and moved home.

This house is deadly to the easily distracted.

I managed to host the wedding pics Andrew has scanned so far here.

I'm eating:

Coco Krispies

and you're not!

thesarazin: so what's wrong with you?
melombardi: I dunno.
melombardi: Seth disease.
thesarazin: heh
thesarazin: liz suggests that we should weaponize seth disease
thesarazin: and put it in munitions
melombardi: But let's wait till tomarrow cuz I'm too tired.
thesarazin: heh.
thesarazin: okay.

So. . . can you pronounce the new name of my page? Good!

Well, I'm here at home with my parent's computer and neither Andrew nor Remi are on AIM. What up wit dat?!! Used to be I couldn't swing a dead cat online line without hitting one of you bastards. Did you guys get lives or jobs or something?

Tommorow: stuff here.

My homies the Sarazins have a nifty new main page, but more importantly a page of Lizzie's art.

That first self portrait is defineitly impressive! Very skillfully captures a Lizzie attitude. Dig.

Well, I'm at my parents house. There were times this morning that I didn't feel like I was going to make it all the way through the day. But I found a second wind at about 12. Still helluva day, much less one to be sick through. Well, now that I'm here I just spent way too much time playing this. Now I'm typing this out. I feel pretty crudy but not too bad - I got this sinking feeling that I'm going to have too much fun tommorow with this thing to get the rest I was hoping for. Ah. Well.

The creeping illness has come to a head.

At least, I hope so.

Someone at work today told me that I reminded them of Rob Lowe

Okay.

I think this is all the computer time for me today.

I wrote too much and missed all my cartoons. I am so freaking tired. And I work tommorow.

So I should go. I get off at three tommorow and no cartoons so perhaps a bit more and some e-mail. I need to call up Jackie and Jeremy. See just how irradiated that bastard is.

Oh. And Thanks, Cara.

Yesterday I killed a twenty at the used bookstore. Mostly because it looks like the comic place isn't getting in those Akira collections I shouldn't be buying. So. I bought "Be Cool" by Elmore Lenord "Simple Tales from the Hills" by Ruyard Kipling and "Ulysses" and "Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man" by Joyce.

I broke open "Be Cool". This guy is who Quinton Terrintino has based most of his movies on. Apparently he was revolutionary in having characters make pop culture refrences and generally behave and talk like real people. Or real crazy people. Or whatever. I noticed the introduction. It thanked Aerosmith and thier biographer for helping complete his portrait of the band.

Okay. I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume they don't apear all that often. But can I read a book that features AEROSMITH!?!? Even in passing?

I glanced throug the Kipling. Short stories about colonial India. Have high hopes for it.

I started reading "Portrait" last night. After reading Borges I assumed it was going to be just as obtuse and referential. But so for, it's been rather simple and beautiful tale of being a very very young irish boy sent away to catholic school. Bad shit happens but there isn't an overwhelming amount of angst. It just kicks ass. At one point the boy tries to imagine what lied outside the known universe. Is there a line? Or what? Really nifty true stuff like that. I thought it was going to be a lot more strange and difficult. Maybe that's what "Ulysses" is for.

Oh, and I found out that my copy of Ulysses really isn't a copy at all. It's someone's book length commentary on Ulysses.

Shit like that should be illegal.

Uh. Yeah.

On the way to work this morning a schoolbus passed me. A couple young boys glared at me from the back seats. The breaks squeled as they beat me to the intersection and turned left hard.

And for a few minutes, probably most of the walk to work, I wanted to ride the bus to school. Wait in the cold morning air. Sit in the huge uncomfortable leather seats with seatbelts maybe and if so just for show. Sitting in a huge euclidian line gliding through a world of dots (cars) turning widely and hugely, sitting far above most other traffic. The driver, miles ahead at the front, pushing us uncomfortably and sneaking us ever so obviously through traffic filled with smaller and angry adults who we were probably making late to thier mysterious grown up crapola. Go ahead get angry were freaking huge and we got a pissed of blue collar man at the wheel. Anticipating with joy and fear the possbilities of the school day ahead. The few moments of solace let before forced socialization - even these may be broken up at any time by the boarding of a friend or foe. The entire bus is a honeycombed room that serves as a sort of buffer for the maddness upon exiting.

My parents and I lived about twenty minutes out of town (town being pretty small itself) and on the way we picked up every person (I will not type "every inbred peice of white trash motherfucker") on the way. I was the first to be picked up and the last droped off. Each way was an hour, making it two hours on the bus for me total every day.

So, anyway, I wanted to take a ride on the bus this morning. Just for the hell of it. But I had to go to work. And even if I didn't, I don't think it would really be possible anyway. If you know what I mean.