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Not “guess the band” this time, because it would be too easy for some. Just a song stuck in my head. Such a seductive beat to it…

Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn’t live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn’t live my life without you
Without you

You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That’s pulling at my skin
current_mood: bored

Oh, this is great…

It seems getting laid makes people happy. OK, it’s more “in-depth” than that, but it’s not really a hard report by any stretch.

OK, I’ll keep the puns down now. Hehe
current_mood: amused

Here is what I want for my birthday. It is exactly one month away, so get hopping!

Or, if you want to “surprise” me, check out Amazon for my wishlist.

Hey, it’s worth a shot!
current_mood: greedy

Anyone else watch “American Idol” the other day? I forgot about it for a bit, but remembered on the way into work this morning.

I don’t think the rest of the show will be as entertaining as the first auditions, because they’ve weeded out the folks who were painfully bad.

I loved hearing these poor people, trying to audition for a national contract when they couldn’t hold a single note. If you can’t sing, don’t audition. Simple rule, in my opinion.

But, now the rest will be real competition between folks with some modicum of talent. That’s just “Star Search” with a different attitude. I want more of that mean-spirited Brit trash-talking people. heh

OK, this one’s a little harder…

After a while you’ll forget everything.
It was a brief interlude and a midsummer night’s fling,
And you’ll see that it’s time to move on.

current_music: Cake – I Will Survive

Guess the band. No fair using Google!

He’s so deep like dirty water
God, he’s awful
You’re lost, oh, where’s your daddy – it’s so awful

current_music: Hole – Awful

I feel hot & red & wired
I feel burned out like I’ve expired.
freaky dreams & you are there
with glowing eyes & burning hair &
I’m even dreaming
violent.
every nerve & every cell
they gotta fight to stay alive & well
I’m in a world of chronic
discontent
screaming metal & burning rubber
always shoving & raping & cursing each other
exploding into violence.

try some buy some
wheel & deal it
buy or steal it
if it makes you feel it
we want it intense
we want our violence.
get ready to take it all the way
the things they do
the words they say it’s all so
ready to get
violent

wedding bells all pink & white
chocolates & candlelight
you & me & we make three
k/ i/ s/ s/ i/ n/ g
like a comedy
that never played quite right

it seems so easy & it looks so clean, all the
shiny happy people in the magazines
but nothing seems to mean
what it meant.
a flood of blood & a burning pain
broken hearts & throbbing brains
the message has been sent
& it’s violent

try some buy some
wheel & deal it
buy it or steal it
if it makes you feel it if
we want it intense yes
we want violence.
they’re ready to take it all the way
the things they do the words they say it’s all so
ready to get
violent
current_music: Concrete Blonde – Violent
current_mood: anxious

While giving the boy a bath, I ask him to stand up and he says, “aye aye captain.” He watches entirely too much Spongebob Squarepants.

For those that want to know how my 3-week long business trip went…

It sucked

It took until the last day of a 3-week trip before they got permission to turn the damned machine on, then they spent the day scratching their heads because the POS didn’t work. They suspect a bad cable. For the want of a nail, the war was lost.

I’m sure the Special Forces guys will deploy this thing, regardless of the complete lack of proof that it works.

I noticed that very few of my friends are friends of Robont, so for the few of you that are, sorry to be redundant.

Billiam is infamous on LJ, and he “died” back in January as I recall. He’s alive again, and posting the usual hilariously bad shit. But, he is somewhat famous outside of LJ now. Yahoo Internet Life has an article about his first incarnation, before he was unmasked. I find him less entertaining now that I know for sure that he is a joke. The ambivalence before was kind of cool. Most times, I assumed he was a huge fiction, just playing with people. Other times, he seemed almost real. Now that we all know he’s a character, does that diminish the interest his posts hold? Does he no longer have hordes of nubile women sending him boobshots? These are the important questions of our time.
current_mood: contemplative

I updated the Andy Social Emporium and the Camp XRay stores with new stuff. Frisbees and wallclocks are the order of the day.

Better it is for philosophy to err in active participation in the living struggles and issues of its own age and times, than to maintain an immune monastic impeccability…saints engage in introspection while burly sinners rule the world.

For those who don’t routinely read Puglover‘s journal, check out this entry if you are in a relationship.
current_mood: cynical

I’m a labyrinth of hopes and fears
Of tears of frustration and of anger
But if you can break through this wall
And search amongst it all
You’ll find a man there
Who has a heart of love
Who is afraid of getting jaded
Growing older
Who needs someone to love him
Through life’s winter
When the weather grows a little colder

You can have my smiles my tears
My wishes here’s a fortune
To adorn you
I’ll whisper in the night to you
Promise to adore and never scorn you

In my hand the grains of sand
A thousand million moments of emotion
Oh these
Oh these my dreams are yours
current_music: Rick Springfiel in my head – I’ve Done Everything…
current_mood: worried

Home. Finally.

Let’s see how the next couple weeks go,I may completely lose my mind yet.
current_mood: frustrated

I’m tired. Can’t wait to get home, warm bed, someone to share it with, more than 5 sets of clothing…

Too bad we’re entertaining the moment I return home. Could use some lovin’ about now too.
current_music: Air Conditioner and Generator hum
current_mood: optimistic

Talk about your bad luck – this guy has had 4 suicide bombers try to take him out. Note to self – do not drive a bus in Israel…
current_mood: impressed

Sitting in a bar at the Bay
Watching the planes fly away
I’m drinking all alone
Two thousand miles from my home
current_music: Air Conditioner and Generator hum
current_mood: tired

Continued from here…

OK, since that time, I’ve watched every other worker from Arizona go home. I’m here alone, except for the old man that can’t leave until I do, and he’s the one with the car.

The system is still not legally allowed to be turned on, a week after it was scheduled and two weeks after I got here. I’m supposed to leave on Friday, and the system is expected to be working on Thursday. That’s it, only one day. Much confidence that it will work the first time, I guess. There’s no second chance.

Meanwhile, I’m going to the test site every day, sitting in an air-conditioned tent. The tent is so cold I was shivering today. I need a sweater or something, and it’s 90 degrees outside. Bizarre life…
current_music: Rick Springfield – I’ve Done Everything For You
current_mood: annoyed

I don’t think any women in Tampa are smaller than a C-cup.

And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.
current_mood: tired