The Exquisite Corps

Last Night Krissy and played the surrelist parlor game and this is what we made.

The Movies

I have horrible taste in movies. Last night I watched the movie "Employee of the Month" and I loved it. I mean I really loved it. Almost everyone I know would make fun of me for liking this movie. And I'm ok with that. I would also not like to be called a dork. It's my word. You can refer to me as That jerk.

I'm a dork

I don't mean to be cliché but I'm very much certain that long ago we humans lost the battle to the robots we created. I'm not sure how we lost or when but I know that the world we live in is mostly controlled by robots and more often then not I am serving the robots rather then the robots serving me.

Now you probably have me pegged as some sort of Matrix geek or maybe some dork that you pick on when you are sick of work, or bored at school or even that person that you make fun because your church is annoying you so much that you just want to lash out at someone and there I am. In my dork cloak, with my dork hair and that stupid dork look on my face and you just want to pick on me and all my dorkification.

But I have come to realize that I am not smart enough to be a geek, not arty enough to be an artist and I don't have a chance at accounting. But out of all the teasing, pointing, laughing, jeering and gaffaa I have risen from the ashes of shame and have embraced my true dorky-ness. Any dork-like comments will only enhance my power.

I don't mean to be cliché but I'm very much certain that long ago we humans lost the battle to the robots we created. I'm not sure how we lost or when but I know that the world we live in is mostly controlled by robots and more often then not I am serving the robots rather then the robots serving me.

Now you probably have me pegged as some sort of Matrix geek or maybe some dork that you pick on when you are sick of work, or bored at school or even that person that you make fun because your church is annoying you so much that you just want to lash out at someone and there I am. In my dork cloak, with my dork hair and that stupid dork look on my face and you just want to pick on me and all my dorkification.

But I have come to realize that I am not smart enough to be a geek, not arty enough to be an artist and I don't have a chance at accounting. But out of all the teasing, pointing, laughing, jeering and gaffaa I have risen from the ashes of shame and have embraced my true dorky-ness. Any dork-like comments will only enhance my power.

Sitting in the Park

I got home from a long day of work and was very tired. I don't know why I'm putting this up I enjoy it and it makes me happy.

I wrote a song

I wrote a song yesterday and I wanted to write a song about what freedom meant to me. At that very moment freedom was that I could go to the gas station and buy a mountain dew and a stick of beef jerky. The song emerged from me and the chorus went.


G C D C
You can't get beef jerky in Iraq
G C D C
all that gas to go no convenient sto
G C D C
if you want a snack and your living in Iraq
G C D C
You can't get beef jerky in Iraq

then it breaks into a round and we had quite the laugh with it.

I did a little research today and learned that dried and cured meats are actually pretty popular in Iraq. I found about a hundred different church groups that specialize in sending dried and cured meats to troops. So I don't know, I am thinking of maybe rewriting. There is a rap section of the song that really need the snack to rhyme with jerky. I might just record it as is and perhaps it will sound ironic or sarcastic or something I don't really know. I feel kinda dumb right now.

I knew that I did not have enough buttons on my shirt to go to that restaurant. live and learn.

Chess with Birds

It happened to me or rather my carpet. Person one, not being named to protect their identity woke and used the bathroom and did not flush because they were either still drunk, forgetful, or still have the effects of a brain injury in the past. Maybe they were saving water, it does not matter the toilet was not flushed. Persons two's dog then wakes up and starts to think that this is an opportunity to get a drink. The dog drink the water and pukes on the carpet.

The funny think is that I am not mad that my carpet smells like a mixture of piss and dog vomit. I'm simply to impressed and amused. I know in general, girls would find that an apartment that smells like piss and vomit is not sexy. But my brain just does not think that far ahead. In fact, I am still impressed and it is two day latter. What is wrong with me?