Clip Art

I've been on a clip art kick for a few days now. It's fun and easy to take a random picture and give it a quote that has noting to do with the picture. Try it, it's fun!

I think it's time to go home

Bordom does this to me. I can't help it. I want my work day to be over, ugh.

Spacecataz part one

What do you say to a 48 year old woman who is drunk on a Sunday night and sleeping with your 25 year old friend who says "your friends with the all inportant jobs are leaving" in that tone and my sister Christina and Sarah are coming off a 14 and 12 hour work day with mentally handicapped people and Sarah has to get up the next day at seven to run a participant for her research study and go to class and then work from two to 10 with the same afore mentioned people and the friend is making out with her and she introduces herself as an actress that showed her breast in a Manson family movie that she was in at one time. Yeah... I didn't say anything to her either.

Rise of the Machines

Today was a titantic battle against the evil machines of the office. Nate and I fought valiantly against the printer while fending off an un-ending assault by the fax machine. Just look at it. The fax machine just looks like a jerk.


Those two slots look like beady, evil little eyes and notice it's gnarled, fanged, wide faced grin. Just evil. I'm sure Nate will elaborate more here...

Hey kid, you wanna see a dead body?

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I input the last plug and all my senses are flooded. Static and white noise fills my eyes and ears. Curled up on the floor I try to block it all, but it feeds directly into my brain. Scratching and crawling on the floor I search for a way to cut the feed but to no avail. Only by luck do I trip over the control box. Fumbling with blind fingers I find the X and Y pitch. The static dies, still shouting it's curses as the picture fades in. And it is beautiful.

I wish I could spit in the face of every one of them and smile

I might as well work for the sanitation department because then I would work with literal pieces of shit instead of the figurative pieces of shit that would consist of the car dealers I spend the better part of my days listening to the incessant word vomit and bullshit spewing from the assholes in their faces they call mouths. If I could only spit in the face of every one of them and smile. I hate them, as I hate Hell and all Montagues.

Jesus Christ! Get the Escalade, we're out of here!

You know, I can understand someone being upset about others making fun of something that is sacred to you. But at the same time I can't understand wanting to behead someone over it. That means I would have to kill the staff of not only The Family Guy but also The Simpson, who I have already contemplated killing because of the awful writing. I'm sorry, but that just eludes me and maybe it's because of my religious background, but I will never understand killing another over an ignorant insult that can be ignored. But the protesters... They do not want to be pictured as terrorist and instead want to be seen in this holiest of holy lights when they are chanting about how the cartoonist need to have their heads removed from their bodies. Is that how you honor you God, is by breaking his laws. Maybe avenging his reputation outweights killing a human being but the way I figure, if he created the universe, he doesn't need my help in punishing some smart-ass cartoonist. I'm not attacking Islam but the clerics need to think about how the world sees them. They are considered holy men but there are those that are inciting the crowds with calls for revenge. "Holy men", huh. Is this how worldly, honorable, God fearing men behave. It sounds like it helps their agenda more than Gods. I just wish that they would understand that if you want to be seen as a peaceful people, you can't blow other people up, infidels or not.

Inanimate... I'll show him inanimate!

I'm nursing a headache that I've had most of the day. I'm sure it's from being overworked. I've been at work since about 1 am last night, though not exactly here. I came in last night when I went to sleep. I dreamt that I was at work, which of course sucks. Dreaming and dreaming of my usual workday. But something strange has been happening to me this week. Almost every night I have been waking up at about 5 am. It's kind of starting to freak me out. So when I woke up again last night at the usual time I didn't think too much about it besides the obvious strangeness of it. I tossed and turned for a while which has become the 5 am ritual and eventually fell asleep again. And began to dream again... About being at work, again. And not a continuation but a different dream altogether. As if I don't spend enough time here already. I don't remember what movie it was but they mentioned the working all day and now they get your dreams too. I've already worked my eight hours and now here I am, working another. Why don't they just use a gun.

Why Work?

Ok, so it's 3:52 am. I've been drawing and drinking and fretting about whether or no to show up to my 10 year high school reunion. And of course there is work tomorrow. I wish all I had to do was to worry about how strong my karate was like Akuma here.

Carve weird wooden men, practice karate and hang a whipping on Ryu's ass every now and then. That would be the life.