"Next the statesmen will invent cheap lies, putting the blame upon the nation that is attacked, and every man will be glad of those conscience-soothing falsities, and will diligently study them, and refuse to examine any refutations of them; and thus he will by and by convince himself that the war is just, and will thank God for the better sleep he enjoys after this process of grotesque self-deception." (Mark Twain in The Mysterious Stranger)

I thought with the new political war raging on the Blog that I would throw Mark Twain on the fire with it. I don't know if the current conflict coincides with this particular quatation... but it certainly hints at it. Thinking that Mark Twain lived many, many moons ago... "Isn't it ironic... don't you think? A little tooo ironic! Yeah, I really do think."

So I started work the other day... I make the finest in key chains, license plate coverings, and all other art on plastic objects. It's work... but at least I am at some extent a contributing member of society. And soon my life will be flowing with the "milk and honey" of hard-capital. Self indignation derides human response and motivation to become. Becoming the essence of mortal existance (and no, that wasn't supposed to make sense). Amen.

"And I will feed them that opress thee with their own flesh; and they shall be made drunken with their own blood, as with sweet wine..." (Isaiah 49:26)

Have you ever wondered why there are 83,000 different Christian denominations in the U.S. Take a look at the quote above. Isn't the Bible amazing? Anyone, anywhere can look through it and find some completely random verse somewhere and make a religion off of it. Look at JW's, their whole religion is based around being completely random and ridiculous. But onto things, not necessarily more important... but most likely, still considered things.

I am now proud to report that I am the proud owner of a job. Yes... it is true! I will no longer be living off of loans and the extrenuating sale of my body to strangers to supply bread for my starving family. I recently got hired on with Florida Keys Engraving. I will be making key chains, magnets, etc with various designs. Have you ever wondered where all those missionaries get those marvelously designed name-tags... today I saw the machine that supplies the entire world with name-tags. Simply amazing. Now... if I can make like a diet and curtail my expenditures, while raking in a marvelous bounty of hard capital, I should be rolling in liquid refreshment the world over. Boy howdy will I!! I am also pleased to report that of the 15 emplyees they have had over the last year, only one of them has lost a finger on the job... not bad. Unfortunately, I consider myself to be a fairly accident-prone person, so... I'd approzimate that I have a 50/50% shot of losing a digit/dieing in the next 4 - 6 months. But you know, that's what life is all about, taking chances and all that shwack. Just remember, "I am the Egg-Man, we are the Walrus. Couk-couk-ca-chew. couk-couk-ca-chew." Amen.

"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend and inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." (Groucho Mark)

I believe the above quote to be true with all my hart (the Olde Englishe term for deer). What's up with the extra "e" on the end of everything these days. If you want something to represent a "classic" look, or demonstrate a return to "traditional American values," you put the "e" on it? Doesn't make any sense to me. Especially since I, personally, think of England when I see it. Or Ireland/Scotland. But, if the customer buys it then I guess its gotta work. But out of the top pubs/resturants/etc. that exist in this blasted strip of land that we call home, how many are of good report, praiseworthy, or have an extra "e" on the end of it? I would guess that a great majority do not. SO.... Conclusion: the "e" represents failure.

Tonight we had an occasion called Fall Fling which has been hyped as the fall, "event-to-remember". Boy-howdy was it a hoot-dandy. A hoot-sauce-dandy. No, sarcasm aside, it was fun. Mostly due to us making a couple of new friends. So instead of it being just Taylor and I the whole night, it was Taylor, me, and a couple of girls. Yes... girls. I didn't think that it was possible. But I guess we have quasi-magnetic personalities afterall... well... actually that's probably a drastic overstatement. We were carrying high caliber weapons, large quantities of mace, either, and the latest in mind control devices... friends... hostages... in my book there is really no difference... The Blog says it, and so it is true. Amen.

To view more info on "olde" english words: http://www.rootsweb.com/~genepool/sayings.htm

"Television has brought back murder into the home -- where it belongs." (Alfred Hitchcock)

To many of you, I am a foreign entity contaminating the soil you walk on and the air you breath. Perhaps this true... but at least I'm an entity.

I really like Johnny Depp... like most of this country at the current time... but I would like to point out that I liked him a lot, even before this accursed (although good) Pirate movie released. A new movie... called Once Upon a Time in Mexico is going to be released this Friday with our good friend Johnny. It looks to be the next "Desparado." A sequel perhaps? Alas... and.. Amen.

"If I ever ran into myself, I would hit myself so hard, I wouldn't know what hit me." (unknown)

This weekend was an interesting strain of events. On Friday, Taylor, one of my beloved roommates, wanted to go up to Park City to hang out at his parents condo. So we all go up there and it is an incredibly nice place. There's a pool table, a fuseball-like game called Boccerball, and all sorts of other nice attrocities of our heavily enamored, capitalist society. We watched the first Lord of the Rings movie, and then we watched a little dvd logo bounce around the screen, waiting for the precise moment that it would bounce exactly off of a corner with no double-bounce. After about an hour of that, we began to pass into the realm of unconscienceness, trading one phase of endless reality for another. I dreamed of machines, coconuts, and lathering badgers in hand soap. In the morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes in a melancholy of aroma designed to stimulate and enhance the senses. And we then went to this lake to do some boating/wakeboarding. Unfortunately, it was freezing (not literally). I was the last person to go in, and right when i get in the water, it starts to pour. Raining so hard that it actually hurt my frail, little, skinny body. So, we start to head back... and once we get to the designed loading place, the sun comes out... I'm still freezing, but at least there is sun. So I go out again and have my dirty, little way with it... I did alright considering it was my first time. I got up my first attempt, but anytime I tryed to do anything even remotely cool, I would fall over. Being wet, having the wind blow on your body isn't exactly... warm... if you know what I mean. Everyone on the boat was huddled in a little corner of the boat hidding from the all-impressing and eminate hypothermia. All in all it was a good day. Except for I had to go back and watch BYU lose to USC... worse was recieving a taunting phone call from Guiselle at the end of the game asking me what the final score was... ridiculous. And thus it was in the 2003 year of this, the quasi-pleasant year of our lord. Amen.

"Endeavors into this realm have manifested periodically, such as the time he achieved insight into a hidden aspect of the unicursal hexagram utilizing an astral journey initiated through meditation and DMT... Danny recommends as a device of protection and containment a thorough study and utilization of the underlying geometry of the Temple of Solomon for anyone purchasing their next record." (Danny from Tool)

Well... it was my first day of class today... so I thought that I would celebrate by placing a slightly plump graduate with a little child. I thought perhaps the little child was being tenderized for the eatting... maybe not... but you can never be too sure with those graduates... right Billy. Not, that I condone the killing and consumption of small children, but mostly the unmerceless beating and tenderizing of an already tender morsel.

Class was sufficient today. I only had a couple of classes (i.e. 2). So I'm just easing back into the swing of things. Tomorrow is my big day... where I have classes that aren't guitar or religion. I don't know if I am going to make it. But I'm sure the blog will survive my passing, just as the timeless masses have survived global warming and increasing pestilance. Life will go on... or in the epic words of the movie Jurasic Park, "Nature finds a way." Although, I think that quote is grossly overrated. With enough high-tech weaponry I can destroy whatever advanced, heavily advanced, mutant species that nature throws at me. More or less.

Our other roommate finally came in... his names Taylor. He's from Yucaipa. But here in Blog World we don't hold nothing, on nothing, for nobody, by and by, nothing for nothing is something. While being nothing, and no one, nor something. Amen.