More words about all sorts of things.

So, work, of the getting paid variety, work was long yet productive in a monetary sense.

I came home, hit the road to hook up with a friend I had not seen in a while and catch the awful whipping that the Pack took at the hands of the old guy. Really like Rogers, he has all the right moves and Ryan is, well in my opinion and of the group from what I gather from the moment and past bitch sessions, well, he could won us the playoffs, but Brett's ego made him throw a pass, when Ryan who had been tested by the defense and basically ignored the rest of the game was actually running like all get out could have easily run that shit in for 6, Longwell, Boot Senior would nailed the extra point and Packers go on to smash someone that frankly I forget because I still get lost in haze of "What the Fuck?!". Actually though I ended up catching up with the grown ups of the group and a good time, other than the whooping, was had by all, and maybe if someone's curse hadn't taken effect, we might have won the game too.

Now there is some thing that at eighteen I never would have seen myself do, blog online about my personal opinions on the performance of the local NFL franchise, or more properly armchair quarterbacking, but there it is. Life is change.

Still sometimes the plans come together, a whole bloody lot slower than we thought when we first made them.Still, it is nice when they do take longer to accomplish. It is that TANSTAFL kids and you get what you pay for. The First Law.

I am still kicking past the life expectancy I was given as teenager, and had a much better and luckier one than it would seem at first. At this point in my Life, I totally get Roy Batty. Really, I do. I want more Life, fucker. Oh yeah. Except there was less dramatic geneered bioriod with strength boosters so you could fight mankind's wars for them out in the stars head crushing and I got more Life. There has been crying though...

And much more understanding of the long view and the Universe and all its Weirdness.

Oh and it so very, very, very, weird out there in Reality. People do not like talking about it, but I would lay decent odds everyone on planet Earth, also known in the Songs as Terra, Home of Humanity, has some crazy ass story of some shit that no else would believe actually happens, but it sure the fuck does.

Live in New York City, just for year and wow, it is TVMovieLand in Real Life. You see stuff like an ambulance firing up the bells and whistles and speeding up a hill as the leaves and newspapers swirl in a vortex behind it looking like the smoke in a wind tunnel test. Spooky moments like why the hell did I stay so late at the damned party and end up in the Subway at Oh God Thirty in the morning and hey mister rat, nope, no problems here, damn I am alone in a city, The City, Capitol of the Planet and some five million beings and I am alone with my music...pick a happy soundtrack. :D

Yep, best vacation of my Life so far. One year, most expenses paid, on the Upper West Side of the Island and Borough of Manhattan. It totally rocked. And then one day it sucked. And now it mostly ok, but not many people seem to have learned the lessons. Which sucks. Mostly because the United States has gone from being a Republic into the Empire phase and is both doing it badly and on Internet Time scale.

Have had the feeling of Reality shifting...it is unnerving at times, when I think about it. Which can be a good sum of time. Well, I felt the need to write something, but nothing too serious or more honestly felt the need to ramble and rant.

Thanks.

*shakes head*

fuckin' online, dear diary, that the world can read, the future, go figure.

Laterness,
Craig.