Guru? Nahhhh

Finally. I own a real, legit copy of Adobe Creative Suite 2. It came in via UPS and is fully installed on my Mac. He was more than happy to accept the new addition. I'm still not familiar with all the new tools and features but rest assured I will play around with my new toys a lot in the coming days.

The one new addition to the Adobe series of software is Bridge. It's essentially a program built to streamline your workflow between Photoshop, Illustrator, Indesign, etc. I'd really love to utilize Bridge to it's full extent, however, the measly 512mb of RAM currently installed on my computer has a seizure if I open more than one CS2 program at a time. No worries though. I'm hoping that my next paycheck will enable me to purchase two brand spanking new 1gb sticks of RAM. If you do the math, that's two and a half gigs of RAM. I'd like to think that such an amount of RAM would be sufficient to run Bridge, Illustrator and Photoshop at the same time as iTunes, iChat, Safari and all my Dashboard widgets. I guess we'll find out.

My peers at school, specifically in my Graphic Design class, seem to think I'm some sort of "Illustrator Guru". I came to this realization after having several of them commented positively on the work I'm doing for my current project. I appreciate their compliments and humbly accept them. However, I believe my skill in Illustrator is intermediate at best. It's definitely become one of my favorite programs over the past year. Here's some stuff I did in class while the teacher was showing everyone else how to use Illustrator:





It's strange how I draw in Illustrator. I start with a basic shape and then add and subtract bits and pieces until I see something. Once I've seen some sort of figure or design in the mess, I refine it until I'm happy with the results. I'm pretty proud of the alien. I thought he was neat. I also did this little bat dude, but I didn't save it.

Other than that, life is busy as hell. School and work, work and school. I've dedicated Fridays to relaxing and Saturdays and Wednesdays to Homework. So far it seems to be working out. It's funny how when you actually take the medication you're prescribed, life becomes easier and the paths to your goals more clear. I used to hate taking my medications, but I'm beginning to see a huge benefit in taking them. They're not so bad after all.

I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop

Stagnation

There is certainly a plethora of blogs that currently exist on the intertron. Some of them are updated every couple hours. Some have only a single entry talking of how they are going to keep this blog up to date. It is those people that never write in their blog again.

As for me, well, I have the time to write, but I never do it until I've explored every last possible thing I can do with the free time I have. I think I've grown out of the part of my life where I felt I needed to express my thoughts and feelings through such an accessible medium . I believe I did it in the past to satiate some desire for attention. Just like a crack addict will give anyone a blow-job for a few more grams of Colombian Bam-bam.

I don't know why I bother keeping one of these. My only answer is that if I really feel like I have to use a computer to collect my thoughts on, instead of pen and paper, why not post it on the internet for all to see and criticize?

Anyway, I'm in a funk. I'm taking all but three of my previous medications. Working on getting back on the fourth after my doctor and I believed that I could do without it. But four is much better than seven.

Also, school starts next week so I'm stressed out over that. It would be much more exciting and enjoyable if, like robots, I didn't require sleep or brain altering drugs. Between a crazy work schedule and school, I think my body might implode.

No worries though. By September 11th I should be able to work Saturday, Sunday, Monday 8pm - 8am instead of Sunday, Monday, Tuesday. Tuesdays will still be long, but at least at the end of it all, I can come home and cease consciousness. At least until the following Saturday.

And for anyone interested, as far as the band goes, I've finally come to the decision that nothing is ever going to happen. I've known this for a while, but didn't want to accept it. It just seems we're hit with set-back after set-back to the point where I don't even understand why I pour any energy into the endeavor. Should something actually come to fruitation, you can bet that I'll change my mind.

Bored and Extremely Dangerous

Me - Medicine = Tumultous

So yeah, being without medication is all fun and games for a while, until said fun and games are replaced with shit and shittiness. Not saying that I'm at the point. On the contrary, I'm still riding a manic wave. Work is fun and short-lived. I don't get tired until I get home and I have shit tons of ideas. But I know where it all leads and soon (tomorrow) I'll be medicated once more.

Speaking of work, I have regained my three-day, 12-hour schedule! Sunday, Monday, Tuesday: 8pm-8am. I'm gearing up for school and since the three-day thing worked much better than the four-day schedule, I got it back. I've wanted it ever since Kedex Finko's decided to switch me. However, everytime I asked, I was denied. Understandable considering we only had 2 key ops to cover the whole week (3 days for one person + 3 days for the other does not equal 7) But since there's one day a week that the other key op and I share AND because I'm starting school I was approved. I also learned that the document creation position I didn't get might be available again in December at which time I could apply....the CORRECT way and potentially have a new position. ACIN'!

In band news, it seems as though my best buddy in the whole wide universe, Nick, might be our new bassist. His harmonizing ability needs a little work, though the other day he was doing very well, and he needs to brush up on bass and then hell, we might actually start playing shows. Weird.

In my gadget fetish news, I got a new phone. A Motorola PEBL. I think it's much cooler than a RAZR strictly because the flip part opens mechanically. The only qualm I have with it is that it turns itself off randomly. Don't know why. Not really a big deal. It feels really good in your hand. It's got weight to it and it's very smooth. Like a pebble! I mean, Like a PEBL!

Holy shit, it's Dr. Tran!

Happiness is a red gun Bang, bang, shoot, shoot

Hmmm. It's been a while since I've done this. Mostly because it's been a while since I haven't been busy at work. So let's see....

Saturday was Strawberry King's (The Q's best friend) birthday. The Q and I joined her and a slew of her friends for drinking at The Sidebar. Nice place. They had Bootlegger there so I couldn't really complain. I was supposed to be the designated driver, but my love of Bootlegger led me to down about 5 or 6 pints of the stuff and I was three sheets to the wind. Needless to say, The Q drove us to Starseeds.

Yesterday was spent showing my love for The Q by shaving my arms and legs and letting her begin casting parts of my body. We started with the hands and feet. The rest of the week will be spent casting arms, legs, torso and head. Luckily I won't have to shave my eyebrows.

I actually kind of found it amusing shaving my legs and such. I haven't seen my legs hairless since puberty. It sure is itchy. I salute all the woman out there who shave their legs and other areas for their respective men. I've got to finish up my legs when I get home this morning. I'm looking forward to it.

In work news, I applied for a new position that opened up. If I get it I'll be working 9am-4pm Monday through Friday doing document creation. Meaning I'll be doing production design for all our commercial customers. I really hope I get it. It'd be nice to work during the day again. It'd allow me to go to school and still have time for the band. Which brings me to my next subject:

The band looked like it was going to finally take off a few weeks ago when we obtained a new bassist. He could nail all the harmonies and was pretty fast at learning the bass lines. Unfortunately he stopped showing up to practice and didn't really return our calls. I've kind of resigned myself to believing that our band is destined to never have a bass player. I don't know what Mark's thinking. Today he asked me if I felt let down by him. I didn't know what to tell him. He's brought me places I'd never thought I'd be and given me confidence to do things I didn't think I could do. I've stuck with him for the past year and almost a half without ever really seeing a light at the end of the tunnel and I suppose I'll keep doing it. I like playing music. I just don't know what we need to do to get things moving in the direction we want them to. I've always relied on Mark to figure that out.

Anyway, on Thursday I'm leaving to go to Michigan again. This time I'll be gone for a week. The Q is tré sad about this. I apologize to her. It's going to be fun. I'll be up there during the 4th of July and seeing as how they don't have burn bans, I'll be able to blow stuff up! I love fireworks. Plus I get to spend more time with my half-sisters and that's what I'm looking forward to the most. I'll be returning on the 8th should anyone wish to know.

Oh yeah, and The Q's birthday was earlier this month. June 18th, 1984. A glorious day in history. I got her Sofia Mini's, a tiny cake, and a Nintendo DS Lite which so far she seems to love. I got myself one as well and we enjoy crossing animals.

I'll post some of the pictures the Q took of me shaving myself in the tub and getting casted soon.

Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo?

What is this Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo that Rick Derringer speaks of? I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps I should ask Sloopy....

It's not surprising that I haven't update this thing in a while. Life has been kind of slow lately so it's not like I haven't had time to write anything. I'm just lazy and would rather read what other people have written instead of writing anything myself. Also, it's been a while since I've been at work with nothing to do and that's generally the time that I feel like writing something.

Since dating The Q, I've realized that I really like to know things. I find myself asking her all kinds of questions and getting in discussions/arguments about various subjects. The discussions/arguments I'm sure she likes, but when I ask her about things there's absolutely no way she could possibly know anything about, I think it might get on her nerves a little. But hey, who else am I going to ask?

I do the same thing with Kade and Melinda at work. Kade more so because he knows things or at least knows OF things. He's a great person to bounce ideas off of too.

I've also found that I like to tinker with things; Mostly at work, when I have the time. Like today for instance, I disassembled a spinner(a simple device that spins coils into books that have been coil punched). It was making an awful racket so I took it upon myself to relieve it of its symptoms. Naturally, not being educated in its anatomy, the "simple" spinner was actually much more complicated inside. But I managed to bumble my way through it and lubricated the squeaky bits. Voila: silent spinner! I did the same thing to a jogger(another "simple" contraption that shakes paper around until it's evenly jogged together).

It is things like what I described above and my rapidly increasing knowledge of the printers(software and hardware) that make me feel like I deserve a little recognition. I get things done more efficiently and the machines have a lot less down time because instead of waiting hours for a technician, printers and auxiliary machines can be jury rigged to finish off their respective jobs. However, it seems that to be a valuable employee and earn recognition here at Kinko's, one must work as many hours as possible: stay late or come in when there's help needed . I guess it doesn't matter how well I do my job, only how many hours I work. Not to sound egotistical or big-headed, but I do my job well and, more often than not, go above and beyond what's expected of me. I just don't stay late. Is that a crime? Does it make me a bad employee? Looks like it.

Did I mention that I hate moisture spots?

Well I do. But that's not the point. The point of this whole entry is to describe my fantastic idea for a novel. It came to me while working but I really have no idea why I thought about it. Anyway, the story would involve a Vampire who works a third-shift job. The reason I thought it'd be funny is because whenever you see a vampire in a movie they're usually pretty well off. So I thought, what if there was this regular joe-schmoe who recently became a vampire, but was too nice to live such a life, and instead finds a third-shift job at a blood bank as a security guard or something. I haven't quite figured out what kind of job he would have. Maybe it's funny only to me, but I think a story about a blue collar vampire just trying to get by would be hilarious. Or not.

Lordy momma, light my fuse

I feel summer creeping in....

Damn. I haven't worked that long in forever. Well, scratch that. I haven't stayed at work past seven o'clock in forever. Regardless, I feel good about it. I've felt like I'm seen as a slacker at work because I never stay late and I never come in to work for other people. But when I'm there, I bust my butt; no one ever sees it though. It must stem from my inability to give myself praise or credit, but I don't think I'll ever be good enough for anybody or at anything. Which leads me to my next paragraph....

The Q is, and this doesn't do her justice, the most fantastic, wonderful, classy, beautiful girl I have ever had the honor of dating. She does so much for me; things I would never expect a significant other, especially so early in a relationship, to do. And yet, I never feel like I return the sentiment. Sure, I go out to the horse farm and help clean stalls, feed, clean, etc. But I love doing it, and it just seems like what anyone else in my position would do so it never feels like I'm going above and beyond like I believe she deserves. Perhaps I feel this way because we spend a lot of time together sleeping. When I'm at work with all the time in the world to thing, my mind plays scenarios of ending the relationship because she's frustrated with me. It's funny that I'm writing this blog like she's not reading it; quite the contrary.

Forgive me. I don't mean to write about you like you don't exist, darlin'. I'm very tired and that makes it tough to put my thoughts together the way I'd like them to be.

Down to my last cigarette with no where to go...

This is Dick Stockton, signing off....

My friend Bruh left for Mississippi today. He's going back home for a couple months, but he'll be back. I'm going to miss the man. He's brought me to tears from laughing so hard many a time.

Interestingly enough, I was listening to Blue Monday on NPR and found out that today is Robert Johnson's birthday. Coincidence? Maybe.

This past Saturday we had a going-away party for him. It had rained the previous night so everyone spent part of the day vacuuming out all the water. Later, it rained again only this time instead of a shop-vac, everyone gathered together a shit ton of buckets and formed a line; kind of like an old-fashioned fire brigade. We made a dent in the lake that was once our courtyard and decided it was time to tap the keg and fire up the music.

Our band played first, sans bass player as is usual. However, Chris, our new bass player, did show up halfway through the set and joined us on Texas Flood. I felt it was appropriate. We didn't do half bad for only having practiced twice together. I messed up a few times and missed a pause we'd just written the previous day into one of our songs.

It was tons of fun, but I crashed early. I had spent most of the day coding my final project slash our band's webpage. Speaking of which, come this Thursday, The Devil's Hotrod will finally have a freaking website. I know I've mentioned getting it done in the past but this time it's really going to be finished. I promise. So on Thursday, mosey on over to www.thedevilmusic.com sometime in the afternoon and ye shall see the fruits of mine labor.

I miss The Q

Hats off to you, Mr. Ron Baird

The trip to Michigan was successful. Fun times were had by all. And though I was sad to leave, it felt really good to come home.

The Q got to meet my parents on the day of our arrival and then we had breakfast the next morning. Everything went well on that front. Looks like everybody thinks she's swell just as I do. -=grin=-

I must say, that vacation was needed. I felt fully rested upon returning to work on Sunday.

However,

What I'd really like to type about is the fact that I never know what the hell to write. I read all these other blogs that are so witty and entertaining and I think, "Man, I wish I could write something like this; something that everyone wants to read." But I don't think my life is interesting enough to appeal to a wider audience. -=sigh=-

And all those blogs are always so swish looking and the author is so cool and hip and has funny stories. Sometimes I wonder if they make the stories up or if maybe they live on an alternate plane of existence; the contents of which are funny and witty to us.

And they're always called something weird, but cool. Like: The alabaster Quagmire, Alcoholic Dogfisherman or my personal favorite Musings of an Estranged Cheeto. I'm not sure anyone knows what they mean and if you ask why they're cool, you'll never get it.

Alas, I may never be a wicked awesome blogger, but at least I can stare longingly at pastel colored, geometrically, asymmetrically designed blogs; sigh; drink my coffee; smoke my cigarette, and sleep peacefully. Knowing that there are 20-something hipsters out there clickety-clacking on they're pure white, Mac keyboards doing what they do best: blogging.

Parting is such sweet sorrow....

So here I am in Michigan. My home away from home. The trip up was exciting. I'm such a little kid when I get onboard an airplane. Only bad part of the whole trip was my PSP freaking out in Minneapolis. It works fine now.

Today I got to see my entire family, most of whom I haven't seen in five or six years. They've all changed so much! My two half-sisters/cousins are older and so much more fun to be around. I'm spending the night at their house tonight so I get to see them a torture them a little more.

It's really crazy standing outside at night. I can see four times as many stars as I can in Texas and it's so incredibly quiet...and cold. But I love cold weather. It's much better than the 100 degree weather we have in Texas. I must say, I'm having a hard time suppressing the urge to move up here. When I'm here I feel exactly like I do out at the horse farm: clear headed and centered. But leaving my friends and The Q behind is just not something I'm willing to do. I care about the Q more than I have for any other girlfriend. She's truly marvelous and really the only reason I can't drop everything I have in Texas and move up here.

But anyway, it's nice to visit. Tomorrow I'm going skeet shooting with my dad and uncle. I love to shoot skeet; very fun it is.

I shall return on Tuesday(The Q is coming over to meet my parents that day. Excitement!). Until then, I'm enjoying Michigan as much as possible.

Bored and Extremely Dangerous

I was bored at work:


So I drew a picture in Photoshop:


Nothing special. I did it in 15 minutes or so. Just messing around with brushes and the burn tool. I like how the grass came out.

I suppose those perfect binds I did are done drying and can be cut now. And I should probably box all those tape binds that just finished running. But what I really want to do is lay down on the floor and pass out. An hour of sleep in a 24-hour period will do that to you. Trust me. -=wink wink=-

I love the smell of Materialism in the morning....

Three cheers for new stuff!

Huzzah! I got a new car!

Huzzah! I got my PSP back!

Huzzah! Um. That's all I've got.

So the pile of bolts and metal I called a truck has finally released me from it's icy grip and allowed me to obtain my rightful birthday gift: a 1996 Honda Civic. Yeah, I know, everyone has one of those. And I say to you, "No, not everyone. But most do, yeah." However, I happen to be the only person to own one named Scuttle.

I was apprehensive at first. I didn't like the fact that it was an automatic or that it was white or that it was in fact a vehicle owned by so many that you can't throw a stone without hitting one. All of those predispositions changed after I drove it home from San Antonio. I love my new car. It's clean, it's economical, it doesn't look like an ogre sat on it, and best of all, the starter works! The only things left to do to it are get a new stereo and get the transmission fluid flushed. Not bad considering it was essentially at the bottom of a lake for 24 hours.

But before all that hubbaballoo, I regained possession of a Sony PSP. Something I've been longing to do since I got rid of my first one in order to buy an Xbox 360. I got it just in time too. I'm leaving this Friday to go to Michigan and I wanted to have it by then so I'd have something to do on the plane. Also, I didn't want my Mom all disappointed finding out I had sold it. It's been hard pulling off the charade of owning a PSP. All is well though. I've been getting my Lumines fix and hopefully when I return from the north I'll be able to buy Me & My Katamari so that The Q and I can have fun with the Prince's last adventure.

Easter was cool. I had the day off of work. Businesses closed = No work for the CPC which also ='s me not having to work. (Can you do that? Add an apostrophe s to an equals sign? I suppose I could have wrote equals, huh?) I was invited to The Q's grandparent's house to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus H. Christ. Food was eaten, eggs were discovered, and egg-shells were walked upon without being broken. I enjoyed her family. But Friday with her Dad at the Hippy Hour was more enjoyable. I rode in a Corvair and got smashed with some cool older people. Much more relaxed.

Oh, and remember, 4 out of 5 Dentists surveyed would recommend Trident to their patients who chew gum.

SH 20 Multipurpose Cleaner Woes....

Perhaps it was the Polyacrylic Acid. Maybe it was the Nonlonic Surfacant. It might have even been the Dipropylene Glycol Methyl Ether. Whatever it was, the stuff in SH 20 Multipurpose Cleaner doesn't agree with the paint on my truck. In fact, it's a genocidal maniac. It wishes the destruction of the beautiful blue paint on my little Mazda.

In other words, it's five in the morning and I have nothing to do at work, again. So I decided to make a for sale sign for my truck, remove all my wonderful stickers, and then I even had the idea to semi-wash my truck. I don't know why, but I didn't feel like waiting until I got off to go to a proper car-wash. So to shorten this already lengthy story, I used an industrial strength cleanser to wash my truck. The moment I sprayed some on, applied a paper towel and saw blue on said towel, I knew something was amiss. Luckily, no visible damage was done. I'm sure on some sub-atomic level, paint atoms were raped by SH 20 atoms. Or something.

That'll teach me to wash my truck at five in the morning on the clock.

A Driveway Moment

A few days ago, Jackie, my truck, decided to bite the dust. But only for a moment. The battery died and needed replacement. Luckily, the Q was up to the task of picking me up and taking me to the nearest Wal-"We-have-everything-including-dead-babies"-Mart to get a new one.

Upon installation of the new battery I discovered that something else was also amiss. The starter. It's been giving me hell the past month and today it decided that since the battery went on strike, so would it. Considering I had just used the girlfriend lifeline, I only had one option left: the best friend lifeline. Nick picked me up to get and even buy me a new starter. It was only on our return to the current resting place of Jackie that we observed our lack of proper tools. Fuck.

We decided to push-start the truck but before doing so I gave the ignition one last try and voila! The truck started! Odd. So I drove it home, walked to O'Reilley's and bought some tools. I then positioned myself beneath the belly of the beast and had a look at the problem. It took every ounce of energy I had to remove two of the three mounting bolts on the starter. The final bolt is held in position by an ancient Native American curse and I was thusly unable to remove it. The other part of the curse is what I woke up with the next morning. Pain and lots of it.

Currently my truck is sitting out in the parking lot with one bolt securely holding the starter in place. Surprisingly, that's all it requires as I was able to drive my truck to and from work last night. The plan is to replace the two bolts I managed to get off and then sell the damn thing as fast as I can. I'm done with trying to be a mechanic. The lucky receipient of Jackie will receive not only the truck, but a brand new starter, Chilton guide, and a full tank of gas! Wow!

Anyway, I got to listen to the cool new program on NPR this morning: Core Stories or something like that. Basically, every friday an interview with an older american is broadcast. They have really interesting stories about their past. Good stuff. Definitely "Driveway Moment" material.

I don't want the world to sing, I just want it to pose for me

Rad Parties and Such

Saturday the record for "Most People I've Seen in the Building 10 Courtyard" was smashed. The Vermicious Canids, a band from Mississippi that moved to Austin, celebrated their two-year anniversary of living in The Live Music Capital of the World by rocking people's socks off. They set up their gear outside their apartment downstairs, kegs were purchased, and music was played.

In addition to the Canids, our band, The Devil's Hotrod, played as well. We had to play sans bass player, but we received a lot of compliments on our playing so I suppose we did something right. I think our rendition of the Ghostbusters theme song went over quite well.

Around 12 o'clock the live music stopped and the recorded music began, albeit at a lower volume so as not to alert the Austin Police Department to our awesome shindig. By then I was inebriated enough to shed my pants for something a little more...revealing. My friend Tracy has been knitting me a thong for about a month or so and Saturday was it's coronation. Yes, that's right. I donned a thong in front of 50-75 people, 95% of which I had never met. Nick and I died laughing as is usual in situations where I do something completely ridiculous. I believe my ass was slapped on several occasions. But hey, I made six bucks out of it.

Presently I'm sitting on my ass. At work. Something I've been doing for over two hours. Somebody has to stay here in order to let the next shift in and apparently I was nominated for the job. -=sigh=- Sometimes being the ranking officer really sucks. Though, I'm sure it was worse for captains of ships seeing as how they had to go down with the boat. That really doesn't improve my mood any

In horse-ish news, Saturday morning was interesting. And Sunday morning The Q and I had planned on riding, but I hadn't planned on being hungover. I was really looking forward to said riding, but as I couldn't even put sheets on my bed without falling over, I don't see how I would have ever been able to situate myself upon Faux Pas and not end up cracking my skull open. Alas, more waiting.

When your girlfriend comes over to sleep next to you for 45 minutes, that means something.

Too good to be true....

I'll admit it. I use to be afraid of horses. I had never been around them up until a few weeks ago. Since then I've conquered my fear and haven't looked back. I have my girlfriend to thank for this.

Horses are my new favorite animal. They're like a mix between a cat, a dog, and a car. They have lots of personality like a dog and they have the independence of a cat, only you can use them for transportation like a car. Sitting on top of my girlfriend's horse felt like riding on the top of a car. It's quite exhilarating and unique in that it gives you a different perspective on your surroundings.

Another thing I enjoy about horses and being around them is the immense feeling of serenity I feel when I'm out at the horse farm. I feel like I'm a million miles away from all my troubles and worries. I feel grounded. It's the only time I actually enjoy labor; sweeping the floor, grooming, and doing a terrible job of stall cleaning. I appreciate my girlfriend so much more for sharing these things with me.

She also introduced me to NPR. I've always heard people talk about it, so it wasn't anything new. But I've never listened to it until she talked about how she use to listen to it all the time. I found myself sitting in the car 15 minutes after I had shut the engine off. I didn't want to get out! They were talking about all the new immigration laws and middle east stuff. Things I never dreamed I'd be interested in. But there I was.

Though I am a little perturbed. NPR is running some sort of pledge drive right now so a lot of the programming is interrupted with people asking me to pledge 40, 80, or 100 dollars. Like I have that kind of money! I mean, I like the programming and I'd like to support it, but I'm a poor college kid. Oh well.

You're narcoleptic?
Yeah.
Wow, that's cool!
I guess so.

Late Nights, Early Mornings, and No Contractions at the Copy Corral

Apologies, dear reader, this blog may contain boring posts about work....

I am still trying to get use to this idea of writing consistently. My mind cannot seem to wrap around it. Or maybe I just lack motivation... Yes, it's definitely motivation. My goal is to limit postings to one topic a piece. So there may be postings spread throughout the day.

I work for the KedExFinko's* CPC. I am but a cog in an evil corporate thing-a-ma-jig. While my work is mindless and mostly repetitive, my one claim to fame is that trees tremble in fear whenever I am in there presence. Why? Because the machines that I am enslaved to have an incredible lust for paper. They in fact demand it and should I not satiate their thirst, I must incur the wrath of their blinking yellow lights!

Paper, as you all know, comes from trees, hence the tree's abhorrence. "But trees," I say to them, "Do not fear me so!I am bound by the laws of my masters and I must acquiesce to their demands, else I will be terminated most un-honorably." But the trees, they just sit there, speechless and do things tree-ish. -=big sigh=-

Most nights are spent running around from machine to machine fixing jams or loading paper. The number of machines I do this to can range from one to five. In addition, should it be really busy, I will be running all five machines and performing tasks like: folding, binding, stuffing, collating, boxing, etc. It is these nights I tend to like least of all. However, tonight is at the other end of the spectrum. One machine to run and a little smidgen of auxiliary to do which means: I get to slack off. Which is what I am doing now and I need to stop doing it. I can feel the unrest of the machines in my veins. They beckon to me; call to me.

What is a cog to do?

*name changed to keep company anonymous.

Procrastination or: Why I hate my truck so much....

There comes a time in my life when I develop a strange itch. An itch that can only be scratched by creating a new blog while taking the old, deprecated one out back and shooting it. So here I am, popping the top off a shiny new blog.

I'd also like to point out that this is the first time in my history of blogging that my title/subject does not start with the word: about. It was hard to do, but I did it, and the only place left to go is forward.