From the depths of your eyes, I can see they're all lies.
Yet I want to believe. Does that make me naive?

Oh but those eyes, those eyes...I am lost in those eyes.

So I'll shut myself off. No, I'll cut myself off.
The mind will protect what the heart would infect.

Oh but your eyes, your eyes...I am lost in your eyes.

So before I decree what my own doom will be,
let me reason the cause for my treason.

Oh but those eyes, those eyes....I am lost...

Tools/terms of the trade.

Hickey
Pecker Head
Wiggy
Strippers
Dykes
Rabbit Gun

.....and of course!
Beer:30

Anarchism?

I've noticed more and more lately the use of the term "Anarchy". Usually invoked by teenagers in what I assume is an attempt to emphasize their attachment to Punk Rock ideology. I dare say that in most cases the user of this term really has no idea what they're talking about. When I have asked the question "What is Anarchism?", a typical response would be..." It's like..Uhhh...nobody telling you what to do...man".
In reality Anarchism is a loose term that covers an array of political and religious ideologies. While I do admire some of the great thinkers that held some of these beliefs, such as Tolstoy, I have to say that in a practical sense it would never work. In it's simplest forms Anarchism, like Communism, and other utopian ideologies relies on the "goodness of human nature". We all know where that can and usually does lead. Besides, when all is said and done someone/thing will always rise to the top and lead or take control. Unfortunately it's usually the man with the biggest club or largest nuclear arsenal.

After the onset of Alzheimer's Grandma's cooking just wasn't what it used to be.

When in Rome....

Damn thieves

Tonight while leaving school,I walked to the parking lot and immediately noticed that my truck was gone. My heart sank. I had heard stories from friends who have had their vehicles stolen, but nothing really prepares you for the feeling. Just my f#@king luck!!!! While out with a friend last month, she showed me how my truck could easily be started just by turning the ignition the right way. I went to call the police on my cell and remembered that I had left it in the truck. Now I faced a long walk to the gas station to call the cops. I looked around the parking lot to see if any of my classmates where still there. I noticed a couple friends talking at the opposite end. I walked over and asked them if they had seen my truck. "Yeah, you parked it in the back by the dumpster". What? In all the years I've been going to this school I have never once parked in the back. Am I losing my mind? It was then that I remembered that when I went to break, my keys had been moved from one side of my desk to the other. Bastards!!! I felt completely relieved that I had only been a victim of a joke. I walked around the building and sure enough it was there. This definitely call for some PAYBACK!

Happy Birthday to TLOG!

Tomorrow my blog turns one year old! What a year....from hell mainly(sprinkled lightly with pleasantries). The Land of Gaga has seen some tumultuous times to say the least. It's once pleasant landscapes lay plundered and burnt, It's once proud cities lay in ruin. However it must be rebuilt! If I only had the cognitive skills....
Anyway, here's to another blissful year of blogging!( or until I get bored of it)

Emo's

Went out last night to catch a few local Austin bands play. There were actually several bands playing, Zykos being one of the better ones along with I Love You, But I've Chosen Darkness(great name by the way) and What Made Milwakee Famous. It seems a lot of Indie-Rock bands are using these mouthfull names now.

Etymology

Here is a fun little game.
I played it last week while stuck a home caring for a sick little girl. Helps if you're bored out of your mind.

Bachelor life.

One of the down sides to being single, for me at least, is a lack of back rubs. How I miss them! Even in the waning last few months of married life I could get one. Even if it required lies, guilt trips, or outright blackmail. I catch myself eyeing protruding corners, door knobs, or the back of chairs to rub my back on....Oh how the mighty have fallen.