Shine On You Crazy Diamond

This Is The End

2005-04-14T08:39:00.000-07:00

This is the last update for this blog, there will be no more so the suspense will end. I have moved on to bigger and better things, namely another blog. Shine on has lost my interest and I will abort it like the bastard child that it is. For my 3 readers, the link to my new blog is http://atrueview.blogspot.com/
The new blog will be updated idealy every 3 days. However, in reality, probably once a week.

So long.

Nothing To Say

2005-03-25T08:27:00.000-08:00

I took a moment from my day
Wrapped it up in things you say
Mailed it off to your address
You’ll get it pretty soon unless

The packaging begins to break
And all the points I tried to make
Are tossed with thoughts into a bin
Time leaks out my life leaks in

You won’t find moments in a box
And someone else will set your clocks
I took a moment from my day
Wrapped it up in things you say
And mailed it off to you

I've been wading in the velvet sea.

Anthem

2005-03-02T05:44:00.000-08:00

What is it about hitting the perfect note on an intrument, or writing the perfect sentence that gives someone that feeling? If you've ever done it you know what feeling I am talking about. It is something that is hard to explain to someone who hasn't. It's like some strange beast that paces the cage inside of us finally being let go to run through the streets, yowling at all those poor, sleeping people.

Writers are filled simultaneously with elation and dread. We dread the coming of the day and whatever it may bring in its terrible vengeance. Each day is a new horror waiting to be unveiled. Something will come and snatch us, by god. Something will take us in its icy grips and drag us into the forest, kicking and screaming until our voices are nothing more than a sick memory.

That is how we view life. It is scary and unpredictable and unescapable. The writing comes through us to fend off the demon, to beat the devil. We write to save our lives and nothing more.

Say Goodbye

2005-02-21T06:38:00.000-08:00

Hunter S Thompson, one of the best writers of our century, decided to leave. No phone call, no email, not even a fax of gibberish to let us know, just gone. My hat goes off to you good sir, wherever you may be.

"All I can say now is Thanks, once again. You boys are OK when you get the right music to dance to, and I was proud and goddamn happy for the chance to dance with you." HST

Different Strokes to Rule the World

2004-12-16T10:56:00.000-08:00

Apparently, it is a necessary to divide everything up into groups. We have black and white, rich and poor, tree-hugging hippies and hardcore conservatives, blue and red states, cheeseburger and hamburger . . .ok, that one may be pushing it. Why is it that we feel the need to do this? To label everything? What ever happened to just being, to doing what you liked without having a label put on you? What ever happened to the Human Race being the only Race?

This world is getting dumber, yet more opinionated.

Operation: FaceCrime

2004-11-30T23:05:00.000-08:00

So I just went through surgery to have my tonsils, adenoids, and nasal polyps removed. This is not fun. The last six days of recovery have so far been horrific. Pain is something that I am good with, but this is just unbelievable. Even with the many, many Vicodin I am still in constant, 24 hour pain. All I have to say is that this better have been worth it in the long run. All I can manage to eat and drink is liquid food like soup and mashed potatoes and hot tea. One the bright side, though, I have lost 6 pounds.

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

2004-11-12T10:40:00.000-08:00

There was only really one person that I truly would have wanted to be with forever. That person is gone now, like all the rest, off on some new life somewhere, doing whatever it is lost loves do. Probably off complaining about the horrible movies that are out, probably listening to Etta James or some past master, probably doing all those things that annoyed me when I was with her but that I miss now.

Hindsight is an incredibly painful thing. I'm not one to hold onto the past but it's hard to let go when you know you will never have the same feelings again. 4 and half years pass and still no one comes close.

Nothing At All

2004-11-03T13:25:00.000-08:00

So fly away Peter and fly away Paul
From the fingertip ledge of contentment
Well, the long restless rustle of high-heeled boots call
And I'm probably bound to decieve you after all

Something must be wrong with me and my brain
If I'm so patently unrewarding
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way
And my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all

There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door
I'm available for consultation
But remember your way in is also my way out
And love's four letter word is no compensation

Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler; I'm a waiter on skates
So don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion
Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.

(words by Ian Anderson)

Time Is On My Side

2004-08-28T05:37:00.000-07:00

Here I am again, writing my thoughts out to an audience of . . . no one. Well, they never said it would be easy, but they never said it would be hard either. Those of you saying that maybe I should post more often, well, just look at the last couple posts. That's what happens when I try to force something out of me.

Today, let's talk about Customer Service and its effect on the minds of the people who deal with customers on a daily basis. First of all 95% of all customers that call into a call center are Chinese and from Texas or California. What do I have against any of those things? Nothing, except that when you first start to work in a call center you expect the people who call in to have at least somewhat of a working brain. This is not true. The majority of customers or ignorant, stuck up, and will treat you like a ten year old green turd that just broke open and is stinking up the house.

People think that good "customer service" means that they get whatever they want no matter how ridiuclous their demands may be. The rep on the other end of the line is not God, he/she cannot send an item to you that he/she does not have. You cannot get a replacement for an item that is defective AND get paid $300 extra because you are a doctor and you spent your salary equivalent of $300 dollars staring at your camera and and scratching your ass. In life, nothing is fair. Good customer service means that we help the customer to the best of our ability and try to make wrong things right, it does not mean we can do miracles.

Maybe if you called up and treated the person who answered the phone like an actual human being, you might be accomadated a little more. And here's another idea, READ THE GODDAMN POLICIES OF THE COMPANY BEFORE YOU BUY YOUR GODDAMN PRODUCT!

The Write Stuff

2004-08-06T05:14:00.000-07:00

It's hard to keep a blog constantly updated when I'm also working on a novel. Sometimes I get in a zone and I know that if I take the time out to write something on my blog then I'll lose that moment of inspiration. Needless to say, I've lost it now.

It's hard to try to stretch out a story for a few hundred pages that really could just be summed up in 20 or 30. In fact, it's hard to stretch out an article in a blog that I have no desire to write right now. Goodbye.

You Say It's Your Birthday

2004-07-21T13:03:00.000-07:00

So today is my birthday and I don't care. How can I not care about my birthday, you ask? Because I said so and you have to listen to me. When I say I don't care, you say "How High?" However, because I, for some reason, feel the need to unburden myself, I will explain why.

First of all, birthdays are meaningless. It's just another day. Why celebrate the day you came out of a place that you're now constantly trying to get back into? I say celebrate everyday. Everyday that you are still alive in this world filled with such horrors as war and Emo, is a day to celebrate.

People also use birthdays as an excuse to party and get sloppy drunk, cheat on your "significant other" with the cross-eyed girl with patchy hair, and spend the next day feeding the toilet bowl and washing your crotch. It's a shame in this world that people need an excuse to have a good time. Any of that can be done on any day of the week and even on Sundays before noon.

A giant bonfire on top of my cake is another reason. There's no need to but the exact amount of candles on the cake as the person's age. One candle is enough, and if someone licks the bottom of it after it gets pulled it's getting shoved up your nose.

Those are a few reason birthdays suck, that and getting older. Now go away, I have no idea how to end this.

Good Vibrations

2004-07-20T07:51:00.000-07:00

There's something about floating in the middle of a lake, fifty feet of water underneath you, half a can of warm beer bobbing in the swells. I don't know what that something is, but it's something. If you want to get rid of stress just try that, only watch out for those jet ski bastards. Those machines leave a nasty wake, and not only will it disturb your peaceful floating and turn you into a coughing, spitting amphibian, but it will sink your beer.

Spending two days boating up and down a local lake in a $65,000 boat with unlimited alcohol really gave me a different perspective on the world. Ok, well not really, but I'd like to think so. The world still sucks, most people need to go take a ride in a handbasket, but none of that really mattered for those two days. I think water acts as a barrier, keeping crap at bay, pacing up and down the shoreline.

I have nothing to say, I'm still in my own little world.

I Want My GoodTV

2004-07-02T05:10:00.000-07:00

Television, to put it bluntly, has turned to crap. All the good sitcoms are over with and have been replaced by these putrid, ignorant comedians trying to get into acting. You also have your fair share of Reality TV. The horror, the horror. All you see on this garbage is a camera following around obviously narcissitic blockheads and film them yelling at each other. These are people who jerk off looking in a mirror.

To make matters worse, now you have families getting into this reality crap. MTV (which really should take the "M" out of their name; half an hour of bad music videos doesn't qualify you as a music channel guys) now airs Newlyweds, a show where Jessica Simpson shows off her Mensa skills and her husband spends most of the day walking around like he just dropped out of the sky, and The Ashlee Simpson Show, where Jessica's sister jumps up and down and spreads her stink around town for half an hour. Watch one hour of that and you'll be reduced to the I.Q. reconstituted dog feces.

I would say that there are still some good channels left, but I would be lying. The Discovery Channel is now into showing their own version of reality with these lame Chopper shows. Orange County Choppers, which I will say nothing bad about because they are very close to where I live and can kill me. American Choppers, which I haven't even watched. Now, I know you're going to say, how can you talk bad about a show you haven't even seen? Because your mother's a whore.

Money, It's A Crime

2004-06-24T07:19:00.000-07:00

I think the leading cause of death in the world is money. Not just deaths because you stole some Mob guy's money or you were shot while robbing a bank, though those count too. I'm talking about heart attacks, cancer, almost any health problem really I think can be traced back to some involvement with money. Money, especially lack of, causes stress. Stress causes health problems. Health problems lead to death. Therefore money causes death.

Personally, I'm tired of living paycheck to paycheck, as the saying goes. I hate thinking that I have to cash my check this week otherwise I can't do anything over the weekend. Now, I've gotten much better at handling money and making a budget. I would say I've improved about 1000 percent over just the last 6 months. The problem, however, is that something always winds up going wrong that costs money. I've cut down on a lot of silly expenditures that used to take up a lot of cash. I haven't smoked in about 9 months, I no longer go out drinking for hours a night, every night. I mean, right there I'm talking about saving, no kidding, about 12 or 13 thousand dollars a year (I used to really like my drink).

Now, you would figure with an extra 12 thousand dollars a year I would be able to have a nice stash of money saved away. Nope. I don't know where it goes. I think some money fairy comes and sucks it up with its ass or something.

I would write more but right now I'm a little nauseous thinking about those 12 thousand dollars.

Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clear to the bone

2004-06-14T05:23:00.000-07:00

Everybody loves Paris Hilton. Everybody is constantly talking about Paris Hilton. Well you know what? I'm tired of hearing about her. First of all, there is almost nothing attractive about her. She looks like some weird alien/human hybrid with a bad make-up job. What's sad is that I actually sat through an episode of The Simple Life the other night and saw her in a scene where she wasn't wearing make-up. She looked 100 times better.
There really aren't too many celebrities nowadays that are beautiful. I don't mean that there aren't celebrities out there that I wouldn't jump into bed with if given half a chance; there are plenty of those. There just doesn't seem to be that natural beauty anymore. Now you have people like Christina Aguilera who could use a good smack in the face with a shovel. I mean, what happened to her? She looks like some kind of syphillitic tramp that hangs out behind McDonald's, giving head for fifty cents an hour.
Right now I would say that I'm stuck on Keira Knightley, of Bend It Like Beckham and Pirates of the Carribean fame. She's gorgeous and . . . get this . . . has talent too. I can only hope that she spends most of her time on the internet searching blogs for her name and stumbles upon mine, falling in love with me instantly. Then we get to disappear to some tropical island and avoid papparizzi while dining on raw oysters with tabasco sauce and . . . . well, you get it.

Take this brain and shove it, it ain't thinking for you no more

2004-06-03T06:31:00.000-07:00

I recently had quite a long conversation on AIM with someone about religion and realized afterwards how hard it is to find someone who is not only capable, but also willing to carry on a philosophical discussion about anything. Especially now, in these Days of Terror, people seem to be even more close mouthed about their feelings and beliefs. I think they're afraid the men in suits and sunglasses will come and take them away and force them to do naked human pyramids twelve hours a day.

It's really gotten to the point of being sad. People just don't want to think for themselves anymore; they want to carry on their boring, mechanical life and just stare at the t.v. all day, letting more and more crap get shoveled down their throat. Everybody has to make sure they don't offend anyone. Watch out, don't offend the Christians, Jews, Muslims, Gays, Single Mothers, Blacks, Whites, Chinese, Corsicans, Vegans, and guys from Montana. Pretty soon the only words that will be left to be spoken are going to be Hello and, if in a particularly daring mood, Good-bye.

I say this world would be a much better place if everyone took fifteen minutes out of their day to actually have a conversation of substance with someone, anyone, even a sranger; especially a stranger. Life would be much better if we all did that (and also blew our minds out with a good hit of Acid once a year, but that's another topic). We will all thank ourselves later in life when we are confined to a wheelchair, being fed baby food by a voluptuous blond nurse, and we can put our hand on her shoulder and say, "Looks like my little Lazarus just been woke from the dead."

Your Momma's so stupid, she stuck a battery up her butt and yelled "I got the Power!"

2004-06-02T08:18:00.000-07:00

Nowadays the electric company needs about five faxes, a copy of your driver's license, half a pint of blood (from between the toes only), and the second knuckle off your left index finger. God forbid you don't have a left index finger; you'll be living in darkness like a Morlock for the rest of your days.

Why does the electric company need my entire life just so I can run my toaster? All I want is a nice piece of toast and a hot cup of tea, for the love of God. Prisoners get more than that and all they have to endure is a little bit of unwanted Man-love every now and then. From what I can get, I need to have my landlord send in a statement saying that I am actually living at my new apartment. Why in the name of popsicle sticks would I want to hook up and pay for electricity at a place where I'm NOT LIVING?

I decided to pay a little visit to my local electric service provider to see just what kind of operation was taking place. Unfortunately I was stopped 100 yards short of the first razor-wired fence by two midgets in camogear and a rather mean looking German Shepherd with one eye. These people were definitely not playing around. Because of their policies it appears as if they have had to hire out ruthless guards and attack dogs to keep the desperate nine-fingered masses from tearing the building apart.

I have decided to play their little game and send everything they are asking for, but I will be watching and waiting for just one slip up, something that will bring me closer to the truth about this overbearing company. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some surgery to do.

At least I still have a 1st left for something.

2004-06-01T10:41:00.000-07:00

There really is no way to start out one of these without sounding either stuck on how great you are or like a retard trying to shout a warning after running a mile and while having an asthma attack. I have come to accept this, and with that I now say:

This is my first post on my brand new blog. Oh happy day!!!:):):):)

Now that I got that out of the way I would like to point out that no more will you see multiple exclamtion points or those horrible smiley faces. For that matter, there will be no LOL, ROFL, IMHO, BTW, or any other shortcut to thinking (except for the occasional grammar mistake that I'm just to lazy to fix). There will be no political correctness or regard for anybody's feelings and I will write anything that I damn well want to>

Welcome my friends to the show that never ends.