tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37171882024-03-14T03:30:24.052-05:00Disconnected train cars of thoughtRants and ramblings, comments and whatever else I feel the need to spew about. Read at your own risk.Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.comBlogger278125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-11418126206959321832009-04-30T17:46:00.004-05:002009-04-30T18:05:12.881-05:00So I figured out the dream symbolism of the Damsel in Distress.It's my self esteem for one, and it's connected to my desires/wants for the future. She is always pining, hopelessly, singing this sad song and hoping somehow the Unrequited love will notice unworthy little her. The Unrequited Love is that which she wants most, but cannot bring herself to express herself to, and also feels the need toPeephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-47479075004094261322009-04-16T15:59:00.003-05:002009-04-16T16:13:40.846-05:00I'm stuck on the Rotor, that carnival ride where you stand against the walls and it spins you around until the floor drops out from underneath you. The pressure forces you against the wall, but you still slowly slip down even so. And if you look up, everything is a blur and will make you either dizzy, or sick (or both).So I just keep looking at what's directly in front of me, because I don't knowPeephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-57870074985023401212009-04-14T15:48:00.003-05:002009-04-14T16:26:53.442-05:00My current and enduring funk can be described in several literary and movie related metaphors.It's apparent that my life direction compass is Jack Sparrow's, and the needle just keeps rotating.As described in Season of Mists (Sandman), Destiny's garden is being described, and how the paths flow and diverge, and there is mention of seeing only darkness ahead in front of you.Again, that is where Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-36039241204794606012009-04-07T10:25:00.003-05:002009-04-07T10:45:05.625-05:00Come see the Skynet Side of Sears.As if job hunting isn't enough of a chore, now it's fucking creepy.Biological Algorithm ArchitectSo, what does one think when one sees this title (besides the obvious stream of curse words about fields that have nothing to do with architecture co-opting a title that they have no right to)?Bio...wha?...Job Description- Are you an expert in advanced Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-71848357072644304302009-02-17T10:10:00.003-06:002009-02-17T10:27:28.541-06:00I'm not here to talk about hate.No.Hate has no place here.It's time to talk about LOVE.I love so many things right now.Where should I start? I'm so bursting with love.How about the psychological waiting game/experiment with the economy? Can I hug all those people who have been sitting on their hands doing nothing?Or can I send a big wet sloppy tongue kiss to the smiley heads who decide to lay offPeephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-54091853318215591252009-02-02T17:25:00.003-06:002009-02-02T17:28:06.628-06:00Expert Integration Architect seeking employmentI have been a dominant force in the field, having 5+ years of experience in solutioning the variouschallenges that I have encountered during my career. My planful tactics and strategies have been underscored by my effortsat managing a "green" cultural environment- which in my opinion enhances the manufacturing of the end product. My rolehas been to Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-76619979968303310662009-02-02T15:56:00.000-06:002009-02-02T15:59:08.565-06:00Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-42442783934470840532009-01-23T18:05:00.005-06:002009-01-23T18:10:13.077-06:00It's not good, I've gone to poetry.Bribes and lies and senseless guile,They all do cultivate this bileThat bubbles upward all the whileAnd naught can heal the ache.Here Hope lies raped and stricken blindAs Fear’s seduction drugs the mindSo rapt, that words of any kindTurn truth that one will take.Our machinations ruin usOur thoughts corrode and bleed out pus.We are our damage, and so Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-29606497494671047442009-01-15T18:01:00.003-06:002009-01-15T18:47:14.034-06:00Better out than in, right?Yeah.So, I'm really just disenchanted, jaded, despairing, and often feeling incredibly hopeless about the world and life in general.I don't think it's one specific thing, I know it's a bunch of specific things; the current situation, the weather, the season, my job and lack of hope for anything better, the general negativity that has settled in the atmosphere.The Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-35476007574445851712009-01-06T16:22:00.003-06:002009-01-06T17:44:50.938-06:00On todays menu, our special is bile, with a side of annoyance and smothered in a thick glaze of frustration and a crunchy sprinkling of contempt.So, what's up my ass this time?#1. Winter#2. Various stupid and annoying circumstances#3. Stupidity#4. Bad habits that die hard. (Die Hans Gruber Die)#5. Everything basically.Let's face it, this time of year sucks bad enough for those of us unfortunate Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-41198129545519329832008-12-15T09:15:00.003-06:002008-12-15T10:15:08.288-06:00Rarely does the search for gainful employment become comedy hour, but as the following job description proves, laughter is the best response. My comments are in purple.Enjoy.Description: At STUPID POMPOUS UNNAMED COMPANY, we are committed to helping you accelerate your personal and professional growth and success. In no less than 1000 words. It's no secret we Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-14663240005451723552008-12-04T10:27:00.003-06:002008-12-04T10:59:41.023-06:00Winter is a time of reflection. Symbolically, as well as being a time that is frickin cold and unabiding for those of us unfortunate enough to not live somewhere warm and humid as we would like. So, considering the obvious indoor entrapment, aside from the fact that I'm bloody tired because I have neglected to give myself the rest I really need ( and the fact that things being what they are with Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-66292598688050292122008-11-04T16:54:00.004-06:002008-11-04T18:06:33.261-06:00On a day when people are making choices this way or that, I am attempting to come to terms again with a notion that I've had all my life- the notion that I'm not one who "fits in" very well. Let's call it outcast mentality. I honestly have felt that way for much of my life, and it shouldn't be a surprise considering how I was raised.I always mourned being the "outcast", and occasionally reveled Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-7034978479960287542008-10-28T17:01:00.004-05:002008-10-28T17:37:49.921-05:00People make it hard for me to be nice to them. and yet, I am still nice. But I want to sick pirahnas on them. Specifically, a few customers this past week.So, at a fair over a month ago, this guy, who wasn't the brightest crayon in the knife drawer, wanted a custom bottlecap necklace. I was like, sure. They are $7. I handed him a business card and said he could get a hold of me via email and Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-11951691722586000822008-10-24T17:53:00.004-05:002008-10-24T18:59:10.506-05:00We've all heard of mid life crisis, we've even heard of quarter life crisis. In both cases, the recipient of said crisis feels that they are not where they should be, doing what they should be doing, and is generally unhappy with life and wanting a change.First of all, I acknowledge the "crisis" existence, and am perfectly aware of it's presence. If you were to ask me am I having a quarter life Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-4799397566980304602008-08-29T16:16:00.000-05:002008-08-29T16:19:02.322-05:00Piggy PoliticsThe Candidates- Licorice, a black, smooth haired 4 year old guinea pig.Connor- A plump smoothhaired tri color 4 year old pigThe political arena: Their cages.Let the campaign begin!Licorice: Pet me. I'm fuzzy.Connor: Pet me. I'm fuzzy too, but in a different way.Licorice: Pet me. I'm fuzzy AND cute.Connor: No, pet me. I'm bigger, thusly more cuteness.Licorice: I'm more pettable! LookPeephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-18443398151234633952007-12-14T16:19:00.001-06:002007-12-14T17:46:56.946-06:00I'm in a cheeerful mood. yay.but before I launch into my usual mode, I wanted to respond to your comments sterno on my last post (why can't I see any comments anywhere after I publish them? Am I blind?! likely)I agree with you on some points, but the whole situation of my saying people don't want peace goes beyond the political arena. There's some universal problems that have been cropping up Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-85873979102256289022007-11-30T09:10:00.000-06:002007-11-30T10:03:16.826-06:00I haven't gotten enough sleep, still wearing off the tension from the computer malice and the craft onslaught.But, I have pulled together enough brain cells to realize that I need to let out some more thoughts that do not help my trust of mankind.The muffin was discussing this some the other day, in relation to the neverending issues of Palestine and Israel.People do not want peace. Some people Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-12496653146061063772007-11-23T08:37:00.000-06:002007-11-23T09:25:24.566-06:00It's ironic that I am typing this rant on the computer, because I've realized just how much I hate technology and machines.I've been going for 2 months without my(regular) computer because HP apparently can't build anything that actually works. Because so much of my artwork/ images/business stuff (not to mention the personal pictures and other things) were on there, it's been very crippling to mePeephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-66199015698199917542007-10-26T08:51:00.000-05:002007-10-26T08:54:30.977-05:00I'm letting El Muffin Famoso blog about our trip, for play by play action, go here:http://sleepdepraved.blogspot.com/Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-24077583400929281992007-09-13T17:34:00.000-05:002007-09-13T17:49:51.978-05:00I'd like to announce that I am happy.no really, I'm actually quite content and don't have the need to complain or rant at the moment.Stop looking so shocked.I have no real idea how this happened, or why. (I think I'm having PMS actually, why can't it be more like this?) Nor should I further question the situation.It started near the end of work. i was crabby. Tired of people and their condolencesPeephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-18094295754430146082007-07-10T20:06:00.000-05:002007-07-10T20:49:29.600-05:00It's been twice in a couple weeks that I've glanced over some article or mention of female circumcision.If you don't already know what it is, it's a disgusting practice that has been going on for centuries, mostly in Africa, that basically involves genital mutilation.I'm saying my peace and saying it now as I recently spewed my peace about the female and male energy/stereotypes, problems.If Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-57874700220383170462007-07-05T18:49:00.000-05:002007-07-05T19:15:05.764-05:00If you really love your kids, you won't give them stupid names.Like "Jayden". My alltime least favorite name that every boy (and girl) is getting now. In my generation, it was all Michaels, Brians, Jennifers and Kristens (varied spellings). Now it's all Jaydens...or Kayden, Hayden or Aidan.I'm waiting for some Mortal Combat Nerd to complete the series with Raiden.HURL. What is with these uber Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-57346678189068234292007-06-22T15:11:00.000-05:002007-06-22T16:35:57.042-05:00Thanks Steve. I'd love to be your...spleen.I'm glad you think I don't complain too much. that said, more complaints.....I'm not a feminist. I don't feel the need to bash, ridicule or berate men for the mere fact that they exist, as many loud feminists do.i am however, perturbed at the stereotyping our culture has placed on both sexes, to which history of course contributes.The reason I complain, Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-81333238779445118542007-06-21T19:42:00.000-05:002007-06-21T20:09:43.947-05:00In response to Steve's comment on how ones funeral unfolds, I can offer you guys this. if I get knocked off the planet by a bolt of lightning, or pudding, or a big shovel, then here's the Do's and don'ts of my death.DO Cry if you want, but likely, if you knew me well enough, you'll be laughing your ass off at half the stuff I did, or complaining that I complained too much in my blog. Either way, Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1