I'm About to Go Get Lifted

Not like this.

I'm talking about with the help of substances, but you already knew that.

Today was total ownage. Let me break this shit down starting with Friday night.

I decided to drink way too much while I watched "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" which turned out to be a pretty good movie, eventhough I hated the Robert Ford character, which was to be expected. Anyway, I got bent and I knew I had to wake up early to go to work.

Saturday morning I wake up still feeling bubbly and I shower and all that, and then I have a leisurely morning of coffee and doughnuts with the family after I jump the Subaru. The bitch of it all is that even with all the extraneous shit I get to work early, which has not happened since I started work.

Then work, where I proceed to fucking kill it. I mean, today, there was nothing you could throw at me that I could not destroy, outside of shit I have never seen before. I was killing it all, derivatives, functions, circles, matrices, paraboloids and cones in R3. I tell you, I had the shit by the balls today. There was no question asked that was not answered.

I was thinking that my getting shit housed on Friday night was positively reinforced by my performance today in the Math Lab, so expect more shit housing and tutoring, because that is what I am all about.

A Cold Steel Rain

Word up.

You know that feeling you get when you are just enough flown to see all the beauty and none of the shittiness and to feel all of the goodness and none of the rage? I had it a minute ago and lost it.

The funny/tragic thing about that state is it is one of the reasons I continue to drink. I want to cut past all the misanthropism to feel a little connection with my fellow man, before I descend into the blackness where I condemn them all to the pit for their sins, and mine too. I guess I'm always chasing that feeling, of togetherness in the goodness, instead of togetherness in the terribleness. Sometimes, I can begin to feel that I am rising above the animal nature that consumes us, but just sometimes.

I saw a guy in the gym the other night who I had tutored in the math lab. He told me that he got an A on his test that he had taken. I felt pretty accomplished, like I may have helped him get that grade and that maybe I wasn't so horrible and useless.

I was walking out of the store the other day and this homeless guy asks me, "Excuse me sir, can you spare a quarter?" I ignored him, but I felt like telling the guy that no one is going to give him a set amount of money like 25 cents, and that it would be better to ask for 23 cents because people are more likely to give weird amounts of change that are specific instead of amounts like a quarter. I'm not really sure why, but I feel that I have seen some research that came to that conclusion, so suck it!

Well, there you go, a walk on part in the war.

Someone Thinks That He Is a Photographer

So check this shit out. I was feeling pretty shitty today because I haven't really done anything creative in a while and wanted to fix it. So, being inspired by Hourly Comics I decided to chronicle a little bit of my day with pictures and captions, because there is so much shit out there that you motherfuckers will never see or know that I wanted to try to bring to you.

Heading out.

Walking.

Getting in and starting up.

Anchorage skyline.

The port exit is on the right.

C and 5th.

Don't walk.

We like the music loud in this here band.

Some white kid with dreads walking a dog. Also, some pretty sweet apartments.

Would never eat here.

Some local sports team.

Finally, a store that caters to my need for tuxes and costumes, at the same time.

Driving.

Some shit.

Gas is still pretty high here.

Costco makes the baby Jesus vomit.

Hate this goddamn store.

But I have a profound need to wipe my ass with bulk bought products.

Driving.

All your bailout are belong to us.

Goddamn laundry.

Fucking hate this place.

The Management has rules.

Fold that shit.

Never gonna drink here.

Driving.

Homeless panhandling in the cold.

So there, that's it. A view into the grim realities that I see daily. The laundry mat is truly the worst place in the world. It makes you think that there is no hope to your station and that all is unbearable suffering and the hell is right here, with us. I hate that fucking place.

See you motherfuckers later.