Below are the 25 most recent journal entries.
Sounds Like Movin' On
Yes indeed. My maiden post at Dreamwidth is finally up. Just click here.
I look forward to seeing you there! (But if I don't, take care of yourselves.)
Helpful Tips For Bosses-- First In A Series
You spend all that time obsessing about security-- background checks, drug tests, credit checks, buildings full of cameras, and then yet more background checks-- because you yourselves are thieves. Professionals, at that. It's all there is to you inside and thus it's all you can see outside, in the rest of us. No matter how many times the tests come back negative, you can't actually believe in them. After all, everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie. Since you constantly get away with truly Olympian levels of dishonesty, it must mean that the rest of us get away with it, too-- Actual evidence be damned.
Paradoxically, this makes you a person who thoroughly deserves to be robbed. You degrade and humiliate us, your subordinates, daily, as a matter of course. You sow backbiting, self-hatred and almost debilitating levels of anxiety in us and frequently this renders us unable to actually do the jobs you have outlined.
From a practical standpoint, you are likely spending far more on your insane levels of security than you could possibly lose from the occasional low-level thief. So this can't just be about money. No, I think it's primarily about you getting off on being the all-seeing, all-knowing, all-powerful shitheel.
I could point out that I was never at any time in my life convicted of a petty crime, but even that misses the point. Even some schmuck who rifled through a convenience store till once five years ago to feed his crack/meth habit and did time for it deserves better now than your relentless, smug bullying and your thousand buckets of sugar-coated bullshit.
You are a waste of space. You are repulsive excuses for human beings and the world would be an infinitely better place without you.
The Spirit of '99
"I went & sold my soul so I could pay my rent.
I waited by the mail, but the check was never sent.
So I called the Devil up, but I just got his machine.
I left an angry message, said I gotta have the green!
I didn't give up then, but I made another plan:
If Satan didn't want my soul I'd sell it to the man.
I tried to find the number, but it wasn't in the book.
I'd get the money anyhow, no matter what it took--
No matter what it took...
No paragon of virtue, at least I'm not a thief--
It's so easily justified but always leads to grief.
So I got a piece of cardboard & I made myself a sign.
To sell my soul below the market rate was my design.
I went down on the street & I tried to make the deal.
A Land Rover drove right by with Satan at the wheel.
He saw what I was doing & said, "That's not yours to sell!
You'll get the check tomorrow & I'll see your ass in Hell
So you'd better spend it well..."
-- "A Fable With No Moral" by Sam Coomes (Quasi), from 1999's Field Studies
Drip, Drip, Drip
Two months after my layoff, the State Government has finally seen fit to start doling out my $140 a week. Huzzah!
My creative life continues to thrive (or at least get daily feeding), as my financial life continues to self-destruct drop by drop. Such a surprise, that correlation.
"...In what can only be described as a coming together of the Property Party to further fuck the humbled masses, a “deal” was forged to “save” us from a government shutdown. With an election season dawning on the horizon, the events of last week are a perfect example of the futility of voting for the “lesser evil” and the extent to which the Republicans and Democrats are representative of the same class interests. At no time was the budget argument about whether to cut or not, but rather how much to cut. Nor was it ever a discussion of who to cut from, the obvious choice had always been the poor, minorities, and women. This was, from the very beginning, a discussion about how much they could take from you and I – yet again..."
...I love you, fwoan.
via "Peekasso" at flickr. No fooling.
"...People voted with their feet in 2010 because of the refusal by Obama to deliver the “change” he had promised. They were angry that Obama and the Democrats essentially carried out the policies of Bush, bailing out Wall Street and the banks at the expense of Main Street. [See back articles in The Organizer newspaper on this question.]
The bolds are mine.
A friendly, and welcome reminder here. "More and better Democrats" got us backed into this austerity shithole in the first place. If American Labor wants to be anything but a patsy for these clowns, the points in this article are exactly the kind of thing it should do a better job of recalling. [snerk] As often as possible.
Installing "more and better Democrats" only enriches the people who make their living off the pathetic joke that is two-party politics-- and a few high-paid suits in the mainstream Unions. It hasn't done squat to actually improve American Labor's lot. And it won't do squat this time, either.
Also, I wish I could be wittier for you today, but it's now been about two months since I was laid off, and the State can't seem to think of anything to do about it apart from dick me around non-stop. You'd be amazed at what that does to a person's sense of humor.
"...There is a much longer conversation to have about what an effective strategy of working people and unions should look like but one thing is clear -- rank and file union members in Wisconsin are a million miles ahead of the bureaucrats who legally control their unions. Witness Marty Beil from AFSCME and Mary Bell from WEAC's unsolicited and unilateral grovel session at Scott Walker's feet, before which they of course did not bother to consult their respective memberships. Beil and Bell simultaneously insulted the collective intelligence of those union members, who at this point are certainly a very politically savvy group of public workers who would likely have recognized the strategic value of publicizing their willingness to accept increased pension and health care contributions. This ain't these public workers' first rodeo when it comes to scapegoating public workers in state budget debates. Although there is no valid financial reason for any state worker in Wisconsin to be accepting any concessions whatsoever, it is not for Marty Beil nor Mary Bell to decide -- that decision should be the singular domain of Wisconsin's teachers and public sector workers..."
-- Lucy Parsons (as posted by nicholas_lampert), from Realpolitik in the Wood Violet State, Justseeds: Artists Cooperative, 3/3/11.
Link via the same facebook page I mentioned on Monday.
In the name of all that's holy, read the whole damn thing!
Make the Most of It
My first, last, and only ever link to anything regarding Facebook, no doubt.
General Strike In Wisconsin page.
(It's a shame there's nothing along those lines brewing here. Since I've got no job anyway, I could attend with no moral/monetary qualms. So long as my bad ankle didn't cause too many problems. And so long as I could borrow the bus fare from mr_xeno.)
Thanks to the usual suspects in the usual place.
O Show Opinião
My Portuguese is nonexistent, and babelfish is worse than no help. Still, you can divine a couple of things here even as an Idjit American:
1) There was a military coup in Brazil on April 1st, 1964 ("Golpe de 64"), and this show was a response to it.
2) Brazil is where they make gods and goddesses.
Nara Leão (1942-1989)
Zé Keti aka José Flores de Jesus (1921-1999)
João do Vale (1934-1996)
That's all for today. Oh, wait. I lied. Al Schumann's back! (And you're gonna' be in trouble...)
Hey, Mom! What's For Dinner?
[sings] flickr has the answer... [/sings] Sorry. Just a little East Coast flashback there. It'll pass.
I'm back to posting my artwork, though probably not on a daily basis. The majority of my works previously posted to LJ have been relocated to flickr, at least for now. That's where you can look for any new stuff as well.
Thanks again to everyone who expressed interest in my work, made recommendations, inquiries, etc. Please stop over there often, as I hope to have lots of interesting stuff for you to see. Available items are helpfully tagged "unsold." Just pop me an email if you want more details.
Thanks for your time.
Also: Whatever you do, never gaze directly into the olives.
Make Me Smile
Since you last heard from me, I was laid off from my temp job. Then denied Unemployment. (Four times, in fact, which means I'll be filing four different appeals.)
( ...No more cryin'/We're together...Collapse )
( Yeah, this one's been building for a while...Collapse )
This post was sort of inspired by several of ethan's writings over at 6th or 7th. I hope he's okay with that.
Because The Going Got Darker...
I think the previous Mac perished a day or so after the last time I messed around with this design.
[shrugs, whistles past graveyard]
Tote That Barge, Clutch That Straw
With any luck, this is my penultimate month on LJ. So why am I getting the sudden urge to create tags right and left? It doesn't make any sense, does it? Oh, well.
( Vice is its own reward...Collapse )
...If Nothing's The Same, Tell Me Why I Feel This Way
This morning's rant started out as a throwaway comment over at SMBIVA regarding the shooting du jour. But since this is Sunday morning, I didn't have the looming prospect of the workday to keep my spiel short. So I'm enshrining it here, with minor alterations as they occur to me.
For those who'd rather drown their sorrows in Eighties eye and ear candy, (and believe me: I wouldn't blame you) there's this:
( Just hold on while I go get some coffee startedCollapse )
Random New Years Resolutions
(In no particular order of importance)
1) Buy a crepe pan and learn to make crepes.
2) Upon hearing some asshole get halfway through a phrase like "The Perfect Is The Enemy of the Good," bite my tongue and hit SCROLL so hard that I drive the button clear down to the floor.
3) Finish a damn collage.
4) Stay fat. Fuck the haters, including the pious "free-thinking" Lefties who drive around without seatbelts while lecturing me about my alleged dietary suicide. (Oh, Christ...) And including the one who married Dear Leader. I want butter and jam on my crepes and you all can go jog straight into oncoming traffic and choke on your sawdust-flavored organic "power bars." Preferably live on national TV.
5) Get the hell off Livejournal, maybe over to Dreamwidth.
More possibly added later as they come to mind.
Falling Off The Wagon
I try like mad to avoid online petitions, but then John Halle made me an offer I couldn't refuse.
It was nice to see so many familiar faces on the list. (Kevin Zeese, Joshua Frank, good to see you guys are still out there!) Or maybe the lack of booze led me astray. [shrug]
Scoff away if you must. It's tough to take time off work (without pay) to picket when one's house is about five months away from being scooped up by the bank, and marching kind of sucks eggs when one's foot is in a brace all the fucking time.
You keep the holidays in your way, and I'll keep 'em in mine.
And yes, I did read all about how that horrible old GOP judge might just scuttle Obama's PoS health "reform" plan after all. May he succeed. The only thing that would make my holidays merrier would be one of those trendy hand-cranked citrus squeezers, so I could stop buying the grapefruit juice for my Greyhounds from a carton.
I could post a million of them this fine morning if I thought having the FBI on my tail would be happy fun times. As usual, they'd be directed mostly at my good friends from MegaloCorp Insurance. As usual, I jumped through their pointless hoops at great inconvenience and no small measure of pain. Only to be left once again holding the bag to the tune of about two hundred bucks on top of the hyper-inflated premiums that my noble spouse already shoulders.
The doctor who helped me with my issues isn't really to blame, since he told me point-blank that he had no idea whether his overlords would bill me or not. It didn't matter anyway at that point. Work causes me pain, so somebody has to treat the pain if I'm going to go to work. End of story.
Maybe I'll just write the soulless greedy fuckers a check for one dollar every damn month until they sic a collection agency on my back. That ought to be a safe-for-public-consumption revenge fantasy. What do you all think, my loyal fans?
( Incidentally, I didn't write this post just because I wanted a cheap excuse to have a tag that says, 'nice beaver!' No, really. I didn't!Collapse )
Bird alone, flying high
Flying through a cloudless sky
Sending mournful, soulful sounds
Soaring over troubled grounds
Bird alone, with no mate
Turning corners, tempting fate
Flying circles in the air
Are you on your way somewhere
Gliding, soaring on the wind
You're a sight of glory
Flying way up there so high
Wonder what's your story
Bird alone, flying low
Over where the grasses grow
Swingin' low, then out of sight
You'll be singing in the night
-- Abbey Lincoln (1930-2010)
No Heavy Lifting For Me Today
Sorry. With such talent available, why should I work up a sweat before I've even had my coffee?
And in response to Al Stewart c1988, why yes. I have had the feeling I'm the only person living in the world. ( Ah, 1988. When good was still good and evil was still evil. How well I remember you...Collapse )
But-- Calling Them Murderers and Crooks Is So Mean!
Why, this is a Royal Wedding! Shame on you, Mr. John Halle! Tsk.
Two War Criminals
I'm rather enjoying much of Corrente at the moment, even though I figure that most of the regulars won't be making that final break with the duopoly and joining me in the political wilderness anytime soon. Also, I won't be in accordance anytime soon with anyone who wants me to be all cuddly and protective of those moral stalwarts in the Clinton family because ZOMFG A WEDDING!
I invite anyone who thinks my meanness is a character defect to use their trusty search engine on the phrase, "murdered iraqi wedding party" some bright and sunny afternoon. Coming back here after doing so to whine about how the precious Democratic Royalty has never had any hand whatsoever in this sort of unpleasantness will, for the record, net you nothing from me but ridicule.
I'm importing the most relevant parts of my response to such asinine notions ( here to the bin...Collapse )
Have a swell week, you starry-eyed romantics you.
The Internet Can Save Your Life
( cut for being petty-minded, foul-mouthed, and a complete waste of your valuable time. Also, you'll be infected with two of the nastier earworms of my --or any other-- generation. Take heed.Collapse )
No Need To Hammer It Twice, Sis
That nail is secure. It's not coming up out of the floor anytime soon:
"...I'm skeptical of being told that my equality within the system isn't worth fighting for because the system sucks by people who don't have to live in the sucky system with the added burden of inequality. And I don't think it has to be an either/or fight. As I've said, I think simply ending patriarchy changes the system in fundamental ways. But even if it doesn't, there's nothing that prevents a fight for equality within the system and a fight against the system at the same time, especially since both fights go to the underlying power structure.
Harvested for posterity.
It really gets on my nerves some days what a pain in the ass Lefty malcontents are about feminism and what a pain in the ass feminists are about issues dear to Lefty malcontents. Have I mentioned that lately? Because really, it never ends. The dudes run around saying shit like, Yeah, some men are total shitheads to some women but that couldn't possibly have anything to do with sexism! If a woman says it does she's stupid because if I don't see sexism it's just not there! [foot stomp]
Meanwhile, the main reason so many of the feminists are mad at Obama is because they wanted their heroine (who incidentally, is no friend to most women around the world --much less their male relatives and friends-- in her current line of work) to get the brass ring. As if there's really a discernible difference in the policies of Obama and Clinton II. Please.
I fucking hate being whipsawed. Hell with it. I'm going outside to admire the lilies and drink a beer. Flowers and beer are fleeting, but this kind of shit is always available no matter what the season. Later.
"Safe As Houses." Is That The Old Term?
Before you ask: No.
Not on Facebook. Not going on Facebook. I cling with all my strength to that last crumbling bit of internet anonymity as if I were the last polar bear clawing frantically at the very last fragment of the last iceberg in the sea. ( But thanks for your concern.Collapse )