Don't order the Sicialin. Please god no.

So I'm working at pizza hut now as a manager trannie to pay the damn bills that have been piling up of late. Im looking for better jobs right now, but it isn't as easy as you would think. At least this irritatily gives me a less abstract reason to get a real job that pays more than 8 bucks an hour. I'm hoping ot have another job by the time the month is out. Now begins a carpet bombing campaign of Dresden-esk proportions to get that mythical occupation.

The song I just wrote as the words satans second cousin just popped into my head. Typo's intentional by the way. As is the contridition in the first two words of that last sentence.

Verse(1)
Satan's second cousin, now there was a standup guy,
Ran around small towns here about, unpinning his broken fly.
He scared the sodden womenfolk with his mighty girth;
it was a rolling, rocking pleasent time when he ran around the earth.

Chorus
Ohh, satan's second cousin, goddamn I miss him so,
He could whip his tail so far and fast he would lose you in the undertow.
Ohh, satans second cousin, he had hooves of cloven gold,
he would look you straight in the open eye and gobble up yea soul.
Ohh, Satan's second cousin, he could tell a mighty lie,
He could spit a loog in your mouth and tell you it was key-lime pie.


Verse(2)
I followed him from topeka kansas-land,to ancourage-alaska ace,
from alberta canada fairyland to Albert Schweitzer place.
I ran far and fast and stumbled down more than once or twice,
falling to one knee,
Damned if that bastard man didnt pee down on me.

Chorus

Verse(3)
He never met a woman he never screwed, with a corkscrew or a mike
He never melted a man he didnt like,
Although he once told a toddler to get off his bike then stole it from
the tike


Verse(4)
Fucking asshole demon man, he had me at jello,
I found a fallen angel man who couldn't turn down a show
He saw it all, horns a twain aglow
I really wish I haden't cut his throat over that pound of blow.


Copyright 2006 Sam Sch.

Needle in the hay ; The barn burns brighter than day ; frank will be missed

At the prompting of that which is noise in the void, I am going to post my proud little puppy of a truck up here. I grabbed it from a strange man with a large dog in the little town/hamlet of woodenvillie, a land I recommend to all of you militia enthusiasts. The above pic is a kind shot in good lighting that I, as a profesional photographalater, am very proud of. Notice the tint the filter I placed over my brand new Nikun 65ILS. The hobo that sold me the camera told me to always use it when I want to really bring out the color of clear. I bought the truck for the market value. The largest and most glaring defect is a leak in the exhaust manifold, which I've found can apparently be repaired by a large wad of chewing gum or, and this according to Bob, my camera salesman/automotorgomachiner, golpher semen. Strange, but true. And this is the end. this is the end, my friend. Da Da Dah....

A complex notepad system

I writing this becasue I have a few misc. story ideas bouncing around in my head and I hate writing this shit down in 8.5/11 in paper, which is all I have availble at the moment. It just struck me that posting this employes a technology at 2000 years younger than the previous one shunned. What spoiled little bitches we are.Without further ado, here comes the random
-a Johny Potseed, with sandals that drop seads as they wear out

-A baby mosh pit,

-Neo-luddites trying/succedding in bringing back carrier pigeions as a viable communication system in a major city

-coins/chips(micro or fish and) left on the eyes of the dead for the boatman

--Wifi hubs tethered on weather balloons(tie into pigeons'?)

-The space elavator

As for the life and all, I'm looking for work with moderate fervor. My resumes up on monster and I expected people to be knocking down the door. Poor little optomistic me. I'm on the edge of broke, at the point of considering asking my quasi-estranged dad for a loan. Not a place I want to be. It has been suprising hard to find something, but I haven't went to the extreme of the job placent agencies yet, which I will probally get to this week. I upgraded the monitor array again, so now im at 22in and 21 in, not factoring the 32in tv acros the room. Im very pleased. Set about cleaning my apartment for the in-a-month-or-two-move. Sadly, it is very entertaining. I think I am that straved for meaningful work. And that as they say is that.

The wonder. The joy. The Craigslist.

Craigslist. A World of care free miscreants coming together to share the junk and the bounty of the world with each other. Two days ago I was rocking a dual monitor 15in and 17in system. Today, with the wild love of the craig, I hereby rock a 19in and 20in setup, free of charge. Joy O joy O joy. Along with the monitors I have seen an uprigt piano, an organ, a couple of jacuzzi's and all the free dirt one could ever desire. Mad props' go out to Dougy and the Izz-meister for the conveyances. Very rad. O mighty craigslist, a packrat's dream come true.

PRS-500 will be the next iPod (I hope.)

The PRS-500 is going to be released pretty soon. I've been looking forward to this for over a year now, ever since I heard about it. Being the kind of guys who have bookshelves in our room full of old volumes that we might reread some day so we keep them around, I imagine this as a way to completely get rid of them. Think about before the iPod, before CDs even, remember when if you wanted to have more than 20 or 30 albums you had a big shelf full of records? (Well, I suppose no one really remembers that because it was appx 5,000 years ago.) Either way, when Sony's new Portable Reader System comes out it'll let anyone carry around all the books they want with them and read them on the go. You might say that ever since palms came out people have been able to do this, but I disagree. A palm pilot is designed for all sorts of crazyness, so its battery won't last very long if you're just reading a book (and of course reading a good book takes hours and hours).

This is where the new excellence is going to come in, using a technology that only makes use of the battery when the page is being turned, it allows you to load a page and leave it on there while you read it (or even leave it on there while you walk away and come back in a few hours). That means that you can turn "7,500 pages" with one battery charge. (The pixels are actually tiny beads that flip between their black or white sides when you load a page.) Either way, I think it's pretty genius. And when you combine this with Project Gutenberg putting out thousands of books in text format after they're copyrights have run out, you can legally read books for the rest of your life without having to pay a cent.

It's supposed to be available "late summer 2006" and it's price will be anywhere from $150 to $350. I couldn't find a real answer to that one. Look at the pics, give it a drool.