No blog, No problem

I noticed that nobody posted a new blog today. I wanted to ask, "What gives?". I guess no one had the time, and now here I am posting something because I have the time. Time is on my side. Just how much time do you think we have?
Anyway, all I want to say is that sometimes I really like to get up early, and sometimes I am just so tired thatI don't want to get up but I'm not really sleeping, I'm just laying there lamenting how tired I am. It's a Catch 22, sleep or no sleep. Because let's face it, sleeping is really just a waste of time. I mean besides resting your body, what else is it good for? All you do is lay there, and at the end you don't even remember anything but a bunch of jibberish dreams that don't mean anything. It's like I heard about movies, in the end you aren't doing anything but being inanimate.
Now the truth of the thing is that right now I'm dam tired, and I really want to sleep, but if I didn't have to I wouldn't. I would rather play video games, or read, or write, or just about anything. Think about how much we could get done if we didn't have to sleep.

Unemployment Is Best In Life

Most days I just feel kind of lazy.  I mean its 9:23 in the AM and I'm sitting in pajama pants in the kitchen typing a blog, what kind of life is that?  Fortunately my wife earns some money to support my lifestyle, but there are days when I remember that it was good to work.  Those are the days when I watch a couple of movies before 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and then get a headache from so much TV.  I enjoy just walking around the house too, it adds the illusion that someday I might do something. 
Of course, I play with the animals, because you can not feel guilty about being lazy while you are petting a cat, or watching the dog go to the bathroom.   What would that animal be doing without you?  YOU are useful.
The worst part of unemployment is the long afternoons, when you sit down to read a good book, or comic book, and fall asleep for a while.  Who knows how long, time is not really measured when you have no job.  Then its time to go pick up your wife from work, and when she asks you what you did today you can't really remember doing anything.  Its then that I think I'd be better off being "Food for wolve".

Custom Personality Test

Are you a robot?

If you answered yes, then from now on you must address the world thus:  "I, Robot, do declare yadda yadda yadda, and so forth."

If you answered no, then you must say:  "I, human, do desire a grilled cheese sandwich, or yoda yoda yoda, and etc and so on."

If everyone were so inclined to participate in this test there would be no need for the future.

In Retrospect

I remember this one time when I was younger my mom made pizza.  I think she wanted to give the sauce some flavor, so she added spices.  Unfortunately, the spices had some larger pieces in it.  I can't remember if I ate it or not, but I do remember calling the spices 'wood'.  I don't know why this makes me feel bad now.  I was just a kid, but I have a lot of memories of being a complete jackass when someone was trying to do something good for me.  I remember asking her the next time she was making pizza if she was going to put 'wood' on it this time. 

So speaking of pruning, I was pruning today for a couple of hours and I was thinking of all my experience pruning.  Then I remembered this one time when my little brother, bless his heart, was asked to prune the palm tree in our front yard in CA.  It was one of those miniature ones so even though he was young at the time he could still get to the fronds.  I don't remember seeing him do the actual work, but I remember driving up to the house and seeing a bald palm tree.  There wasn't a frond left.  Even now when someone says flat top I think of that tree.  On the flip side or the flip mode the tree lived, at least until we moved.   It actually made quite good progress, more than it was making with the fronds.  So Huzzah!

It's PEOPLE!!

I was just reminecsinthth about old times with the one of the cats that I live with.  (By cat I mean a real cat, not an unusually cool person).  It was brought up by the cat that although we all have seperate memories, there are events that everyone who is present remembers almost the same way.  So I brought up an example about my younger sister. 

"It was a humid southern afternoon, in Huntsville Alabama, in 1988.  We were gathered as a family around the kitchen table to enjoy some of my mother's excellent homecooking.  This day we were having sandwiches on delicious home-made bread, I don't remember what kind of sandwiches, its not really important, but I do know they wasn't any honey on them, or anything sticky for that matter.  Well, the story goes that as we were all eating these scruptous sandwiches, my brother, my other sister, and my youngest sister, and although I don't remember my parents being there, but I'm sure my mom was around the kitchen, something happened which the bread did not expect. 

There was a cry heard around the table.  We all looked around, shocked out of our pleasureful dining experience.  At first we thought it might have come from the neighbors house, but we soon realized that it originated with one of our own.  My youngest sister was in a crisis; tears, sobbing, mumbling strange words while chewing.  I don't know how long it took, but finally through her innane babble we we were able to decipher one thing, "Crumbly, my bread is crumbly."  Naturally, we were concerned and quickly looked at her bread, which if the truth be told, was crumbly.  We acted immediately to diffuse such a tense situation.  We called for our mother, and then much to our chagrin we began laughing, and laughing and laughing."

Now as I write this story it really isn't very funny, except to us I think, but oh well, it's a family story, and I want it passed down the generations.  And as I was saying about memories, I'm sure no one who was present would disagree that this is exactly what happened.

Winzip Unhip!

I have recently made inquiries into the 'hipness' of former essential program Winzip.  Unfortunately what I found kind of made me sick.  The facts of the matter are this Winzip is not hip enough to be included in the manufacturer edition of Windows.  What I mean by that, for those of you who can tell I don't know what I'm talking about, is that Winzip is not on this computer.  That means I can not possibly upload any large video of files of baby W.W.F..  I am sorry, and I send my regards, and I am duly concerned, lastly, sincerely.  Frumix, Thanx

New Pictures Of WWF

There are new pictures of W.W.F. on his website.  I wish I could put up the bigger movie files.  If I knew anything about how a computer actually works I could probably split the files into to little ones.  Or, wait a minute, I could try and zip them up.  Does anyone use Winzip anymore?  Probably not, now with our 200 gig hard drives and all.  Well, I'll see if I can do that. 
Over.

Unique Recipes for those who despite their best efforts remain poor

The secret to any meal is to have Macaroni & Cheese as a major part.  Of course it is common knowledge that no meal is complete without hotdogs.  These are the prime directives of cooking.  In accordance with these statements I have formulated the following recipe. 

1 batch Macaroni & Cheese (any brand or recipe will work)
Several cut up hotdogs

Mix cut up hotdogs into Macaroni & Cheese.  It is not neccessary to cook the hotdogs, but it is recommended for those unaccustomed to eating them plain or frozen.  After mixing for as long as desired, enjoy.  This dish delecious when served with chilled grape juice, and sour cream and onion potato chips.

This recipe may prove difficult if the preparer makes it to fancy, and no ketchup should be added at anytime while preparing or consuming this meal.

First Interview for a "Real" Job

Well, I feel like I've arrived.  Today I had an interview for a job with a salary, not an hourly wage.  Sadly, I will never get the job, because I'm really not qualified for it.  In fact I sent them the resume with the same hopefullness as some who puts green bottles into the ocean with rescue notes in them.  Anyway, the interview went well, and I guess there is still a possibility that I could get the job, I don't think I have enough experience working with lab equipment. 

So, the job would be as a quality control supervisor.  It would be a great job actually, doing mainly supervision and employee issue stuff, but also doing some lab work.  There would be benefits and a decent salary.  Well, I hope get it.

Finally proof my wife is an elf

Lord of the Rings!

What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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Hello poppet! Savvy

Pirates of the Caribbean!

What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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I'm a pirate. 

W.W.F.

I just want the world to know that I think it is really cool that my new nephew has the initials W.W.F.. 

Baby boy and movies

So in other news my sister had a baby boy this Sunday at 9:40 in the AM.  He is quite the cute guy at the moment, but will soon turn into a handsome devil.  Almost as exciting as holding my new nephew was the movie retinue I endured while waiting up all night for him to be born. 

At 3AM we had Multiplicity, an ever-so-wacky, but funny adventure in AI, and cloning, starring resident funny man Micheal Keaton as himself, or that other guy he plays sometimes, and Andie McDowell, who's best movie is still Groundhog Day. 

Then at 5AM we were entertained by some movie with Danny Devito, and Marc Wahlberg.  i really don't even know the title of the movie, but it chronicled the hilarious, but finally touching mis-adventures of a 'teacher' at Army Basic Training as he tries to teach some just stupid recruits about Hamlet, and how this one thing changes not only their lives, but exposes the audience to some long moments of Danny Devito smiling like a proud father. 

The last movie at 7AM was actually a good movie, Back to the Future.  I remember I saw that movie 3 times in the theatre when it came out in 4th grade.  This I told to one of my 'friends' Anthony DeMartin, and he laughed at me and thought I was lieing.  Then he told everyone I was lieing and that I had never seen it, and so I wasn't cool.  That sucked.  That guy was a prick.  Oh yeah, the movie, well as everyone knows it is very good, and if I hadn't been asleep during most of it, I would have enjoyed it.

Well, that about wraps it up for me here, back to you Paula Zahn, and your CNN cohorts.

The adventures of Plastic-Manufacturer Man

So, I finally got a job and so I could be just like my brother, I made it a temp job.  Unfortunately mine doesn't pay as well as his, and it's not filled with as much time to blog, or a desk, or anything cool for that matter.  I'm in plastics now, well I was today.  Just some things I wanted to share with everyone who is not in.  (Plastics I mean.)  The number one rule is:  when the plastic first comes out of the machine it is hot and bendy so don't touch it right away, or OUCHY.  Next:  People in plastics never smile at each other.  I realized this when an asian girl walked past me to grab a chair, and I smiled because she was invading my work area and she didn't do anything.  I thought it might have been because I was the 'new temp' but then I realized that nobody had said anything to me the whole time I'd been there.  The third rule of plastics is: that you should find out how much you are going to make while working at a temp job because you just might be making $6.50 an hour and not even know it. 

Well, in other parts of the plastic business, I got help with injection mold plastic manufacturing.  I say helping because of the last sentence of the former paragraph, and I really can't call that legitimate work.  It was pretty interesting at first, I got to scrap off the little pieces of plastic left on the molds of cup holders.  Then I got to put the cup holders in a box.  Then I got to do again,... and again.  Then I got to that same thing all day long.  It might seem boring, but plastic is fun.  It's kind of like metal, and thought brought me back to my metal collecting days.  Ah metal, mmm metal, a stick of metal.

 

Cheese Personnel

So once again I found myself at the temp agency, actually it was the first time, but I did find myself thinking "wow, what a shady sort of organization."  I don't know what it was, but I got the feeling that I was signing on with the russian mob.  Really, it was just the guy I was working with, the guy who graded my math "test", he had an eastern european accent, and gave me the willies.
Anyway, first he asked me what kind of industry I was looking for and I said health-care.  He basically thought  I should have left right then, but I persisted and said, "Well what do you have?"  "PRRoduction."  I said that would be fine, and I filled out the rest of the application.  When I finished, he looked up some jobs that fit with my profile and found one for Monday at Gossner Foods.  As you, who have lived in Utah, know it is a dairy producing company, and since I have only seen their label on cheese in the grocery store, I was left to conclude that they are a cheese manufacturer.  This all makes sense too, me with a background in cheese, and all.  They must need a cheese taster.  I told him that I once spent an exorbitant amount of money on cheese and he put his fingers together and said, "Excellent".  I don't know what that meant, but it must good.

Beanpole

Can any of you believe I used to call someone 'Beanpole', and that he was my best friend?  Well it just goes to show that you can use a word without knowing the meaning for a long time.  Then we started to call him 'Bean'.  I think that middle school is the time for nicknames, and college too, I guess.  I had another friend we called 'Cheesy', I don't really know why except that we all thought it was pretty funny.  His real name was Kenneth, so I don't know how we got 'Cheesy' out of that. 

Finally an interview

So for those of you who haven't read my personal profile, I am currently working for a non-profit individual. Anyway, I had an interview this morning and it went well, I think. I feel I am qualified for the position of glorified cook. And for $9/hour I can probably handle it. The location is scenic, with horses, and bees, and horses with bees coming out their mouths, it was idyllic. I can expect a call on Monday, for a possible start next week, so I am hopeful.

Long-awaited and much anticipated financial plan pointers, and ideas

After much deliberation, I have decided to release my patented "Wealth Manufacturing Plan" to the public. At first I was skeptical as to whether it would be well recieved, and to be frank, comprehended by the ignorant masses. As I said, however, "After much deliberation" I have put it all onto one blog, for one time only which can be read in about 2 minutes if you hurry, but only one time.

So here it is in one catchy, snappy, easy-to-remember, and fun-filled catch phrase - if you have it spend it(by it I mean $, or money). Now that may sound simplistic, so let's get down to brass tacks. What I mean exactly is if you have $20 spend it, and do it all in one day. If you will do this for more than two weeks, not only will you be out of about $300, but you will own a bunch of new crap, and you will probably have seen some new crappy movies too.

Now once again you are questioning, "What the hell kind of finicial advise is this?"
Let me answer that by saying "the soundest kind". You see I believe that if you spend $20 a day you won't spend anymore than that, and that means you will have saved all the money but the $20 you spent that day.
Well that's the jist of it, if you have any questions please direct them to www.freewebs.com/summerofmonkeys .
Oh one other thing, if you need something to spend your $20 on, try spending it all on cheese, its fabulous.

Patent pending.

At the end of the day there are only movies left

So if you are still reading this trash, I would recommend stopping because I don't have anything "good" to say. I am just waiting for my wife to get off work. I thought I would discuss the recent political activity so rampant in society these days. Politics isn't interesting though, so I thought I'd write about movies. Once I had a roommate that said something profound. He said, "Everyone likes movies." And its that simple. I also had a professor at my nefarious college say about movies that "in the end you are just sitting there for two hours".

Now much to the chagrin of some, I must admit that the movie media is way out hand. I believe that have adopted the philosophy of greed, and quantity not quality. Unfortunately, so have the movie-going audiences, how can crappy movies keep making money. This also is simple. Crappy people pay to see them. Now, you may be saying that is kind of harsh. I say flippity-flops! Some one needs to let Hollywood, or Bollywood know that we won't stand for some Gladiator rip-off, or even 20 of them. We liked the first one and that is all we need, now come up with something else quality or don't talk to me.

I am coming to understand why my dad likes to watch old movies, and it is because all the new ones suck. Now I realize that I am starting to watch 'old' movies because all the new ones suck. I probably see 5 good movies a year, if that. In fact last year I only saw a couple: Return of the King, Master and Commander, The Big Lebowski, Orange County, and well there it is. At least I can't think of anymore right now, and you're right I'll probably think of a couple more and have to correct myself and look the fool. Oh well.

The point is with so many movies being made how come they can't make a couple more quality pieces.

Nothing clever here

Well, I just had an "eye-opener" (meaning I had my eyes pealed). Anyway, I read some other blogs, quote-unquote "professionals", I surmise, and the conclusion I came to was that my blog sucks. I don't have any cool recipes for jamaican clover tarts, or any friends with exotic rug emporiums, or bum leg, or pointed, yet funny, critic of the 1990's, or anything, anything at that is clever. I saw a site that makes you chase the white rabbit, and type stuff in like you are in the Matrix. I just learned that "the internet" is not a place, but a collection of computers that talk to each other in a language called binary, or something like that. In fact I think it might not be binary anymore, now that the internet is so big, I think, well I heard, that its binary with a southern drawl, or a little local color thrown in to win an academy award.
Well, that's all I have to say. Except that if your reading this let me tell that you could be reading something much better. So do it just go on googly and type something you heard on That's So Raven and you'll find something that will blow the blog out of your mind. Go ahead, do it. Come on, do it. Just do it.



It's the question that drives us.

The Stranger by Albert Camus

I just finished this book, it only took two days to read (it's only 129 pages long). It is about Meursault, a Frenchman living in Algeria. he seems to be in his mid-to-late twenties, single, and working at a job he neither loves nor hates. That is the crux of the story he neither loves nor hates anything; he approaches everything with disinterest. This makes him an honest character in that he only sees what is there, without embelishment. Unfortunately, it also allows his environment to dictate his actions.

The story begins with his mothers death. At the funeral he is distracted by how tired he is, and so he doesn't cry. After the funeral he meets Marie, who he gets engaged to, and Raymond, a new friend. Through Raymond, he becomes entangled in a messy domestic crime, which ends on the beach with Meursault shooting a man who had drawn a knife on him, shooting him mainly because it was so hot, and the sun was shining in his eyes.

The rest of the story is about the trial, and its effects on someone who has no priority in their view of the world. Camus says he wrote it to examine "the nakedness of man when confronted with the absurd", but it seemed to me more about describing an absurd man. Meursault finally finds freedom in disinterest, his own disinterest in the world, and the world's disinterest in him. It is this relationship that allows him to feel happy, probably by allowing him to focus all of his mind on himself.

Overall I liked it.

came with the frame

So here I sit wondering about things. "Good Morning", I say, "Can I get you the paper?". "Fine weather we're having, don't you think sir." Well, I was just watching a movie and it was actually good, which somewhat of a novelty thwse days considering. It was the Usual Suspects, and I would recommend it to anyone who likes swearing, and a really good plot. And killing.

A good movie, but the real action is in my life. It all started a couple of weeks ago when I went in to Borders- (Books and Coffee), to see what was happening, and to pick my wife up from work, (she works at Borders). Well she wasn't quite ready to go, she was busy mixing a yummy orange mocha frapacino. So as I was wandering around I got the urge to use the bathroom. I walked towards the back of the store, and saw the metal detector things and took a quick left and then another left into the restroom. When I opened the door I was taken aback to see a woman in the restroom I was entering. Thinking perhaps she was the cleaning person, or somehow in the wrong I said "Excuse me", and kept looking at her, until I felt inclined to state as a question, "This is the women's restroom?". A quick nod and I was gone, into the opposite door, the right door which was labelled "MEN".

So now we come to this day, when once again as I was wandering around Borders, I felt the urge to utilize the restroom. So I walked back towards the back of the store, saw the 'loss-prevention' devices, took a left, then another quick left, and strolled into an empty restroom, where I noticed as I passed in a hurry, that there were an inordinate number of stalls for a men's restroom. Alas, I had no time dwell on that thought, as I made use of one the stalls. I washed my hands, and pulled the door open just as another person was pushing on it. Another person, who looked at me rather strangely, then quickly looked at the sign beside the door that said "WOMEN".

Of course, I said excuse me, then just hoped she thought I was the cleaning person in kakhi's with a cuff and crease.

My only brother doesn't even tell me about his new web page

So now you know I only have one brother", well that's what I thought until I saw the Matrix when my mind was freed. "But" back to the point- my brother has a blog and I didn't even know about it. So it kind of hurts, but "its getting better". I tried to "post a comment" on his blog page, but it " " ended up making me create my own webpage, (which if the internet knew, is not a good idea, because the last 'page' I made "sucked" royally). Which brings us to here, to the point when you think you know somebody, and then you find out they've been blogging without you, and you just cry and cry until your in-laws think your crazy. Oh well, I'll heal, just like that cool guy from the X-Men with the metal fingernails or something, he's cool.