You are lost

I saw a Red-underwing Moth.  I took pictures, which I’ll put up soon.  It looks as the name implies.  Big though.

I was excited to learn my cost of living expenses will be fairly low.  Rent & bills for this month came out to under $240 per person.  Very do-able.

I got a raise, and I’m getting more hours at work.  Not bad for having been there less than a month and still being a probationary employee.

It’s home-coming weekend for the local high schools.  I don’t care, but it makes for a busier day at work.  Lots of little children wanting frappes.  It’s so boring compared to Fins:  make drinks, make crap to make drinks, clean up, go home.

I miss Big Daddy Jay.  If anyone knows how to get a hold of him, let me know.  I’m currently listening to Reverend Horton Heat - Baddest Of The Bad…  and it reminded me of that crazy bastard… oh and having Brass Monkeys the other night didn’t help either.

Blah, blah, blah…  hard to believe it’s almost October.

I am way too excited to be up at this hour.  It’s 2:30 a.m., I haven’t even finished my first cup of coffee and I feel so… gleeful.  Not precisely energized, I’m getting there though.  I’m training on an opening shift today.  I feel sorry for the tired hungover soul who has to deal with me today.

Of course, starting your day with Ministry, Slayer and Paul Oakenfold kinda gets you going…

I am a weapon of mass destruction.

More coffee.

I’ve been listening to M.I.A.’s latest album. There’s a track called “Paper Planes” that has lodged itself in my head. It’s so damn catchy, at least the chorus is anyway. It’s not quite your average hip hop (which is probably why I like it), but it’s so odd and damned catchy and all around a good album. I’m not recommending you get it, but if I could I would subject you to it, just once.

…and take your money.

I’m about ready to start taking somebody’s damn money. I’m getting impatient with unemployment. I’m tired of strapping myself to that damned cell-phone from dawn till dusk waiting for the corporate HR bastards to get their shit together and call me. A couple of places we checked back on haven’t even gotten around to going through the applications they’ve received.

Which brings about an observation I’ve made. People down here bust their asses. None of that stupid stoney-slacker bullshit like in Missoula. If you fuck up/around on the job they’ll replace your ass with a Mexican in a heartbeat. Everyone piss tests, everyone does felony/criminal record/credit checks. The pay is decent and most everything comes with benefits, but you’re in constant competition. Unless you’re management. Once you’re management you can be the most inefficient brain dead fucktard you want to be, so long as you’re a legal citizen and smart enough to keep your job. Imagine counting out the day’s deposit using your fingers and toes instead of a calculator. Then keeping 9 extra people on the floor to watch the store while you’re doing it. That kind of inefficient brain dead fucktardery. Not truly stupid, just incredibly stupid. I can’t wait to be unleashed on these people. All I wanna do is *blam blam blam blam*…. and take your money.

Now gimme the damn job.

Aside from observing the local wildlife I’ve been doing some work on the yard.  It’s been a while since I’ve had a garden so I’m enjoying getting my hands dirty.  I’ve been tiling and composting the soil, watering the grapes and rose bushes, clearing out the debris and putting up some lattice work.

I’ve been taking a little time to find some new tunes to listen to.  Currently I’m listening to some ohGr, M.I.A. and  M.C. Frontalot.  It’s an odd mix for the playlist, but enjoyable.

I’m thinking on trying to pick up spanish.  As you would imagine a lot of people here speak it.  Aside from wanting to understand what I’m hearing, jobs pay extra if you’re bilingual.  It’s just a good idea.

I find myself staring at the sky a lot.  You feel so close to the clouds and the weather is so strange.  One side of the sky will be sunny and clear and the other side will have lightning storms with no rain and where you’re standing one cloud will decide to rain.  Lightning comes without thunder, thunder without lightning, and when you get both it’s tremendous.  My porch faces west so I get to watch the sunset over the barren hillside.

My house is designed for late day sun, which is nice.  Despite my slow adaptation to daylight living I’m still late to wake if my alarm isn’t set, so it’s good not to be blinded first thing in the morn, er, afternoon.  Forcing myself to go to bed early hasn’t really been working, it’s more of a best intentions type thing.  I mean to go to bed around 1 a.m., I actually go to bed around 3 or 4 a.m., which is still early for me.

As it may reflect in my writing, day to day life is relatively uneventful.  Drink coffee, take care of the paperwork, clean the house or yard, play with my cats, make dinner, maybe play a game with the house-mates.  I’m happy with it though.  It’s very relaxing.   Now I just need to win the lottery.   I want a bicycle.

I’d like to thank the person responsible for inventing dishwashers.  They’re fucking wonderful.  My sink is (almost) always clean.

It’s hard to believe it’s September already.  I think of all my college chidlins, going back to school.  Best wishes, slap Gaeb.

Please.

Work.  Clean.  Sleep.

And somehow in between all this I find some time to amuse myself as well.  I found a great article on the rise of  nerdcore while drinking coffee.

I also read in the Wall Street Journal an editorial that blamed the lackluster work ethic and unprecedented sense of entitlement of America’s current youth on  Mr. Rogers .

I’ve got a bunch of other crap I’m waiting on at the moment, like my car for example.  Over a week to fix a goddamn dent that magically appeared while it was in for repairs.  Even if I wasn’t moving I’d never go to Hellgate Conoco again.  Sad too, they’d been so good to me and my family over the years.  Assholes (well at least the one guy is an asshole and he ruined it for me forever.  I used to recommend them to people, never again).

Someday Sara’s going to read through some of these comments of mine and critique my grammar and such, and rightly so.  I blame the heat.  It’s been so hot; 5 days of 100 plus temperatures.  Today is a little cooler, only 90-something.   Maybe we’ll get some cool lightning storms again tonight.

Someday I’ll get around to upgrading some of the features on here so I can have it do all the cool stuff I want it to do, but that’ll be a month or so before I get time.

I have a newfound appreciation for jug band music.  You think of modern techno and electronica groups, maybe a good example for this would be Blue Man Group or Meat Beat Manifesto.  How do they make their music?  By taking common items and sounds and mixing them together to create new rhythms and grooves.  Jug bands took common household items like washboards, jugs, saws, etc. and did the exact same thing.  When you think of it like that, jug band music was a predecessor of techno by about 100 years or so, yes?

Whatever.  I’m going to go smoke.