First, I've got running water. That may not sound like much, but I've been without running water for the last week. No toilets, no sinks, no showers. It smelled like a locker room, since nobody could bathe or shave or do laundry. I showered at the gym, and eventually I got sick of my half-assed beard and shaved in a nearby creek in the woods (I never felt more like Thoreau). But now I can shower at home again! And drink water! God, I missed drinking water!
Second, I'm back in school. Turns out
Wonder Boy, Edward Forty-Hands, and a Perfect Penis
By: Jason R.
So let?s start at the beginning, mainly because I really don?t know the ending as of yet. Plus, the beginning is way more interesting to write about. Though I guess I could start at the end and work my way backwards, then all the drama would be pointless and I?d seem like a winey bitch. And honestly, who likes winey little bitches?
Des, put your hand down. I wasn?t speaking to you as of yet. Now if your better half raises h
My latest story "Definitions" has just been posted at Codey's World.
Definitions -my new story
I hope you all enjoy reading it.
Sometimes we forget how much effort and time goes into getting a story not only written, but also the people behind the scenes who edit and publish our stories for us wretched authors.
I would like to thank Codey and Ben for their help and inspiration for this story.
After you have read "Definitions" drop into the CW's homepage and have a look at all the other new
I subscribe to Yahoo Music, for those of you that don't know what this is, you pay a monthly fee and you get access to over two million songs without having to buy the album. And you can play them whenever you want with Yahoo Music Jukebox. And the best thing, since you are a subscriber, you don't have to stream them online but actually download the song to your computer. As long as you pay the monthly fee, you can play the songs whenever you want even if you aren't connected to the internet.
I just got back to school today. The government has suspended classes since Wednesday until Saturday last week because of a typhoon. Rained buckets for days, plus buffeting winds, landslides, and all that stuff. It's the first natural rain we had this year, so it's basically the end of the dry spell. Then yesterday (Monday), it was a holiday. You know, one of those hero days. So that was almost a week-long vacation. Damn, I thought the weatherman said there would four more typhoons to go through
Are Blogs Draining? The title for this entry occurred to me whilst I was putting the finishing touches to my new short story soon to be released at a Codey's World near you. (don't hold your breath it needs editing yet.)
It seemed to me that just maybe, blog writing may drain the creative impulses away from the writing of a good story, or a bad one for that matter.
If we put in a lot effort in the short term to make sure our cute insightful blogs are fun, interesting or just plain readable, do
I got drilled and filled today. My tooth, that is.
Man, I used to think going to the dentist felt masochistic, but now that I don't have insurance, it's even worse. "Here's two hundred dollars. NOW HURT ME, DOC, AND DON'T STOP 'TIL YOU'RE OFF THE CLOCK!"
Anyway, I don't know if it's the gas or the fact that I'm leaning back with all the blood rushing to my head, but I always seem to get the urge to sing when I'm in the dentist's chair. When I got my wisdom teeth yanked, I got through three ren
Sunday car boot (trunk for those with a different vocabulary) sales have taken over from church as the place to congregate. Not only do we all worship the great God Mammon, but we either get a bargain or two, or make a few quid - depending if you're buying or selling. I've been both, but today I was selling.
I HATE it. Hate, hate, hate it! Got the idea? It's so damn embarrassing having total strangers trawling through your tat.... But needs must when the devil drives, so suffer I did, with che
Happy One Year Anniversary
to me
to me
Happy One Year Anniversary
to me
to me
So what if I'm four days late, it's my anniversary and I'll be late if I want too.
Thanks for having a place such as Awesome Dude where A-holes like myself can find a home.
And thanks to all the folks who have been so nice to me over this year.
Jason R.
IDTIWLPAM
I was pretty much depressed about the events of my Sunday night dinner with Daniel. I don't want to get into it right now because that's not the reason I'm posting tonight. But I was pretty depressed and didn't want to spend all day Monday thinking about it so I figured I might catch a movie on Monday.
So after looking up the Movies on Yahoo, I found three movies I really wanted to see. And since I couldn't decide between the three, and I don't know of a three sided coin to let fa
Some shady dude offered me a job a few days ago. Okay, not shady, but extremely polished and corporate-looking, which always comes off as shady to me (he was wearing a TIE). I'm pretty sure it was some kind of scam. He walks up to me in a store and starts chatting me up - what do I do for a living, am I "keeping my options open", etc., and tells me that he's in charge of expansion for his company and that they're looking for some employees. "Not worried about the knowledge part," he says, "We ca
I don't understand it. I am snowed under with work galore.
I have a dozen things to do all by tomorrow or next Thursday.
I have just made a snack and sit down at the computer to read and eat,
when without warning a phrase goes pop, into my head.
I have to write that down.
Fifteen minutes later I have a poem.
A wretched silly poem!
I also have a cold bowl of rice with hot-sauce,
and none of my work even started.
An hour later I am happy with the tweaking of said poem,
but realise that
I can't sleep, or I'm afraid to sleep, to face the dreams that haunt me. It started last Friday night. My eyes are bloodshot, dark circles line my face, and I can't seem to find solace. Sunday morning I woke up, the light from my window burning my eyes and my head pounding. I don't work Sunday so I clean the house, I do laundry and veg out in front of the TV. Sunday night I wake up, my alarm clock is blinking, I had the same nightmare. I can't go back to sleep. I go through all day Monday
A friend of mine came over late last night to borrow an Xbox controller. He comes into my room and says, in a conspiratorial voice, "You ready to deal?"
Now, I know that he's referencing the fact that everyone tends to assume that we're drug dealers. This is because we act fairly strangely and both grew up in a neighborhood in which all of our peers became drug dealers/burned out meth-heads/suicides.
Playing along, I say "Oh, would you like to purchase some drugs? I'm accepting PayPal, now!" T
My poem 'Cheery Me' seems to have caused 'a bit of a to do'.
Cheery cheery me
Razor blade and morphine free
Can't take the final step
No one to feed the cats you see
I appreciate the concern more than those concerned will probably ever know: however, I'd like to state that though I've occasionally pondered the idea of 'offing' myself - and who can honestly say they haven't - I wouldn't. It's pointless, and I have way too much to do. I really, really want to finish my novel. I've songs to re
I got my Praxis scores back:
Reading - 186 out of 190
Math - 182 out of 190
Writing - 182 out of 190
Passed!
I was hanging out with some friends the other night, playing some Geometry Wars. We're all really competitive with each other, so it's the perfect game for us. It was my turn, so I went to sit on the couch. There was one other guy on the couch, and he was sitting right in the middle, so I had to squeeze in next to him. I turn to him and say "Move over a bit, man, this is awkward." He
So it's going to be one of those winters is it?
Freezing one week, warm and balmy the next.
Things happen in threes it is said. I hope they're right.
First the inkjet printers blew up or stopped working, both of them.
Nothing lasts forever. They had only printed about 30000 pages between them.
And that was using refill ink. na na to the manufacturer.
Second the scanner decided to insert vertical lines in every scan. Not just thin unobtrusive lines but bold broad sweeps of dark lines. So I
I'd rather you hear it from me than from somebody else. Yes, lame jokes make me laugh. I was listening to the radio yesterday -- well, it was actually the neighbor, but the radio was so loud I had no other choice -- when I heard this joke. I didn't roll on the floor or try to get my ass off myself, but I did laugh out loud. I just thought I'd share it with you. I know I'm not the only one who would like this joke.
Man1: Dude, my wife made me choose between love and my friends.
Man2: What did y
I was digging through some stuff the other day and I came across a notebook from my sophomore year in high school. It contained a play that I wrote for Drama class, which was banned from being performed because...well, it's excessively violent, sacrilegious, and it didn't have enough parts for the whole class. But, hey, if you're interested in seeing some of my earliest recorded work, read on. Reproduced for the first time since 10th grade...
Sergio the Pope
::The Pope's office. The P
Why do I do these things to myself?
I am obsessed with sound and music and drama...don't say it...I know what you are thinking...drama-queen! Right? I suppose it sounds better than music-Queen.
So I decided I would record my poems for posterity. "Why Butterfly" was a test post.
Just posted at Codey's World is my poem called, "A Scent of Love."
This was not easy. I wanted to do something a bit different. I gave much thought to what I could do with the poem.
I began rehearsing the lines whi
It always takes me a lot of time to make or implement plans/decisions, especially when it would make a mark on my life where people stop and ask "what's that?" I believe that there are only two kinds of plan: the one where I change my course, whether for the good or the bad, and the one where I just stay in the same track that my life had been running on since forever. Planning is just a simple thing of seeing which one would yield greater results. Nothing hard there. And yet, it still takes me
The sun was hot, the breeze was cool, the music was loud, and my sleeves were short. Yes, that's right...a perfect day to have to go and take a three hour written test.
I took the Praxis I test, yesterday. That's the first of three tests that you need to pass to get a teaching certification.
Praxis I tests you in reading, writing, and math.
Praxis II tests you in your specialized content areas (English and science, for me) and pedagogy.
Praxis III is an in-class evaluation, where they come a
