08.31.07
Posted in goings on, words at 7:30 pm by electricvishnu
five behind and creepin’ are the yanks. slippin’ n slidin’, five lost in a row are the mets. such is august / september.
tis that season again . . . the season of fancy, or is that fantasy? fantasy fooseball is back. senator joyce, vp noximi-san and the rest of the democrats and otherwise afflicted deadbeats are all going down. the draft [a bogus automatic one] is tonight. automatic drafts take away freedom of choice and they are truly un-american, but senator joyce just doesn’t care. how sad. i guess we’ll do what we can do.
no one is really named adolf anymore . . .
how about senators that like to solicit sex in airport bathrooms? sweeeeeet. but why is it that there are all of these public calls for the resignation of senator craig from the gop, yet none for senator david vitter [admits to frequenting a brothel (hetero-of course,)] or senator stevens and that pending fbi investigation into his shady contracting deals? hypocrisies abound in that d.c. place.
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08.28.07
Posted in snapshots, travel at 3:17 am by electricvishnu
here’s seventy five pictures. that’s approximately one photo for every one hundred-sixty miles.
i miss the road.
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Posted in words at 2:29 am by electricvishnu
a muggy sunday morning turns into something more splendid. a week of days that invite bang-ins. . .
one more week until the back to school thing – commuter style. the nbpa metermaids and metermen are sharpening their pencils. agent 0085 is on the lookout for my automobile.
not really a whole lot to write about, but at the same time – there’s a billion point five things:
the market is half-tanking. irresponsible begets this kind of thing. some silly senators want government bailouts. ef that.
the yanks were creepin. now they’re losing a million to zero. that’s not cool, but they’ll be there in the end.
is it just me or is the local news not really news at all? (sensationalist trash)
greece is burning (arson?)
thoughts upon walking downtown after a fantastically flubbed exam p: [wow i'm glad i'm not that guy; at least i'm wearing flip flops and not wearing a suit, getting ready to go out on that hot date tonight (not with the wife;) that guy looks completely destroyed by the man; wow; there's all these things that i want, and it's such a race to figure out a means to obtain such objects, but isn't that what we should be getting away from? but not too much of course, because not wanting something and wanting something are two ends of the same impulse. like . . . i talk so much shit on long island, asking for deliverance from said island lacking girth. really, i should be asking for all of the misguided elements of the aforementioned shit-hole { : ) to find some semblance of enlightenment on their way along the southern. i should meditate on the immediate salvation [blissful or annihilatory] from great neck to riverhead and beyond. so let this be my first . . . whatever the hell it is . . . what the hell am i talking about? oh yeah – i’m still walking downtown . . . the phone rings: it’s my buddy who just moved to hawaii. fuck yeah. life can be sweet (flippin’ sweet?); “who let the goon squad in?” this fuggin’ guy;
i think i’d like a grand piano. paypal donations accepted. thanks.
it’s almost breakfast time. (eggs, croissants, choco-chip cookies?)
goodnight.
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08.21.07
Posted in words at 1:25 am by electricvishnu
i imagine this is what irish summers are like . . . i’ve never been to the emerald isle, but i’d imagine
studying insurance silliness: joint density fcn’s are coming out of my ears
it’s a shame the green paper makes the world go round
peppers are hot, tabascos overrated . . .
today is the first day of my mid-twenties . . . 23 1/3 years old [what the hell is that?] – must growing cynicism and a hope for great things be mutually exclusive?
the new 50 cent / timberlake song blows, save the superfast nintendo beat behind it
crisis management class was given today at work: the steps to take calmly while the psychotic patient has you in a choke-hold . . .
so, peta has made it very clear where they stand on the michael vick issue. i am therefore 100% pro-vick.
the night that tony kukoc died was the saddest day of my life [new stuff coming down the strangerswasted pipeline] - see krauthammer’s korner: volume ii {the krauthammer in nyack}
maybe a new s.w. video coming by the end of summer, early fall?
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08.18.07
Posted in words at 8:24 pm by electricvishnu
wind coming in the window at two am, three am, four am, and so on . . . amazing
consider this actuarial overdrive. big exammage in a few days. p(passing) = ?
so there are three doors . . . one leads to a shiny new car; the other two lead to goats . . . always switch [change is good]
holla if omc makes you want to dance:
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfJe8hQ8ha0]
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08.14.07
Posted in words at 5:56 pm by electricvishnu
it’s another 10 in the nyc area today.
rockland county traffic lights bother me profoundly; there are at least seven (7) per simple two lane meets two lane intersection. it’s a waste of electricity and a personal assault on my sense of style and civic decency. god forbid there be a left-turn lane or two. that means at least five (5) more lights. it’s seriously troublesome.
the village in wyckoff, nj rocks my face off! {that’s a very good thing}
so does the new smashing pumpkins album. rock is back.
speaking of rock, buy parkway stories on iTunes. actually don’t buy it. download it for free, or steal your friend’s copy, but check it out <——– (shameless self-promotion)
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08.13.07
Posted in words at 7:02 pm by electricvishnu
a decade moves by pretty quickly
thank you: everyone that rocked out on saturday, hopefully we can get some pictures and videos up on the website. today, however, marks the first day of a brand new feature on strangerswasted.com the krauthammer has his own posts these day @ krauthammer’s korner. check it out!
right now, however, a nap is needed. back to work mondays sorta blow, but psych patient court hearings are always fun . . . the waiting around can be tiring, just like any other court / jury duty day
bleh
bleh bleh
yanks are back on top [almost all the way]
“say it right, frenchy”
not too many words right now . . . perhaps postnap?
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08.05.07
Posted in supposedly moving snapshots, words at 1:58 am by electricvishnu
if they ever made a movie about you, or the people you associate yourselves with, who would play the part of you? this question was posed over eats . . . concerning the next big blockbuster . . . an evening with the krauthammer . . . the epic tale of the krauthammer and how a man morphs into a living legend basically overnight (or through a series of hip and edgily edited flashbacks) . . .
the krauthammer is to be played by christopher walken
ah-nold as big john stud
and zach braff as me . . . i guess that’s a step up from napoleon, no?
keifer sutherland as dez?
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnRpibwTEnA]
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