long time....

so, I haven't written here in quite some time. Namely because I had set up another blog on my own server. I recently puked, so I haven't rebuilt the blog yet. Still, I find myself writhing in thoughts and psychosis that remain inside my head...

I'll begin writing more over the next month as I attempt to come out of the hermit like funk I've been wallowing in for quite some time...

holy fucking hell...I mean Baton Rouge.....

it's not that I don't appreciate everybody and everything, it's just that this is subruban hell on steroids now.

yesterday I had a pretty good day working. pulled in fee, kept busy, etc. I worked until right at 5PM. I would have worked later than that, but the DSL modem came in, and I wanted to get the DSL set up over at my fathers, where I'll do my time until I can return to NOLA. When I called over there, he was out, so I decided that I would go see if I could find him.

I went up to my fathers favorite watering holes to see if he was there, and to just relax and have a Coors NA. He wasn't there, and I was pleasantly surprised to meet a girl that is almost a neighbor. She lives over by the river bend, not far from the Maple Leaf. I ended up having 3 NAs and then left, her phone number in hand, mine in hers. Too bad she's leaving for Houston today. She told me that she had been staying with her parents and she too was more than a bit stir crazy, and they were more than a bit flustered. That's how everyone is in baton rouge about now.

Well, I call my dad, and he's home, says come on over, so I'm back to my friends to load up all my stuff, minus what I need to work today, so that I can get the DSL active and know that it's going to work.

This is when everything took a tragic twist. well, I used tragic when I mean circumstances brought on a case of S.P.A.E. worse than I've experienced since the hurricane.

Of course the traffic is full of total morons, so it was a very good thing that I left the weapons at home.

Loading up everything went fine, it's not like I have much at all. so I headed over to my dads...

He has a bedroom that he uses as a makeshift office that he's going to let me use. not much in there, but there is a desk, though I'm sure that I'll purchase a computer desk as well as a chair this weekend to increase my productivity.

It’s been so long since I stayed there, that I didn’t realize that he didn’t have a phone jack in that room, so I had to get back out in my new suburban HICK HELL. First I went to Albertsons, I figured, I was so stressed, I’d pick up a 6 pack of the Becks NA beer, fuck it if I had to pay more for phone jack, I figured they would have it. NOPE. Still that wasn’t a problem until I went to check out.

Like a fucking idiot, I decided to use the auto checkout. Well, I’ve used these before, no biggie, I THOUGHT! Well, in the New Orleans Area, I never had a problem purchasing beer on one of these, but here in what is suburban HICK HELL, YOU FUCKING CAN’T BUY BEER AT THE AUTO CHECKOUT!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK….and everyone here moves at a FUCKING SNAILS PACE. I understand that they are for the most part just “special” people, but GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS, YOU AREN’T PLANNING FOR FUTURE TRAFFIC CONTROL, YOU ARE WAITING ON ME YOU STUPID MUTHER FUCKING BITCH FROM HADES!!!!

FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

Ok, so I make it out of the Albertsons, and some would say I was very good. I didn’t insult anyone, I saved that for here, and I didn’t hurt anyone, and best of all, there were no deaths associated with THE INCOMPETENT ASSHOLES THAT DROVE ME IN THERE.

But it gets better. In the parking lot, there’s a cop giving a ticket to some woman that hasn’t seen a less than a size 45 dress/tent probably in her entire life. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING TRAUMATIC IT IS FOR ME TO SET AN “ASSHOLE BATON ROUGE, HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUT, GOT MY FELONY CONVICTIONS ABSOLVED, GOT MY GED, AND WORKED AS A PRISON GUARD UNTIL I COULD SHOOT THIS GUN THEY GAVE ME, TO BECOME A DEPUTY!” Well, it is very traumatic.

So, he didn’t see the screw driver, and again, I managed to brave Jones Creek Road and cross it to get a phone jack.

Once I got the jack, I headed back. Fucking beer bottles go flying all over the place when I turn back out on the road..FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK MMMMEEEE!!!!

I finally made it back to my fathers. I got the jack in. I got the DSL working, even though the computers are all over the floor in that room, and I still need to do major amounts of arranging to make the place comfortable to work in.

I got back over to my friends at around 10PM I guess. Far past my normal bed time, and shaking with S.P.A.E., but I was exhausted, and was able to crash fairly easily…for a while…that is 1:37AM to be precise. I might have gotten one more hour of sleep between 5AM and 6AM, but I don’t think it was very good.

So, welcome to MY FUCKING HELL!

thanks for listening, please don’t share, CAUSE I’M STILL SHAKING WITH S.P.A.E. as I type this…

have a powerful day…

another day, another move....

well, my DSL modem should be at my fathers today. Tonight I may bring my old workstation and my server over and get the DSL set up so that I can just drop this one on the subnet easily...

if everything goes right, I should have ebo.net up proper email and all...I've missed that.

once I get my office shit set up over there, I'll begin the task of moving ebo.net to my old workstation...a PIII with over half gig..that should be a major change from the pentium 200 with 128 that it's on right now...

my databases and blog should run respectively on that machine...but I'll do that one step at a time...website first, then users, then email ....then CITRIX so I can work off of the FreeBSD machine....woo hoo....first step to releiving myself from windows completely...

I'll be running FreeBSD 5.4 on the new server, and I probably should purchase a couple of new drives and run vinum, but I'm going to forgo that for the time being. I'll use the largest hard drives I have for the server, add the small drives that I have for swap on my XP workstation, and then use the old pentium for additional storage purposes.

Since I'll be staying at my fathers, and he has the tools, I'm planning on building a rack for servers while I'm here so all I'll have to do is bring one box with everything in it back home....

look for the ebo.net to be back operational tonight, and over the next week, this blog will be moved to the new dual PIII server...should see a dramatic increase in performance...

the city, the stench, and the nice people with the automatic weapons...

Well, for anyone interested, I returned to the City yesterday to retrieve computers/clothes and secure my apartment uptown.

We managed to get a pass for Jefferson Parish and took Airline from Laplace up into Jefferson to Shrewsbury, then to River Road and to the city. There was a National Guard check point at the parish line at the tracks on Oak Street, but they gave us no trouble when we told them that we were there to get in and our.

My friend from Baton Rouge brought myself and the professor that I brought with me when we evacuated.

They dropped me off at my apartment to get my stuff, and then my friend and the professor proceeded to retrieve his car, which he had parked on the 3rd level of the Hiatt parking garage.

I was in and out of my apartment pretty quick, about an hour, and was sitting on the front porch of the main house with my stuff by 8AM.

While I waited for their return, the National Guard walked down Chestnut in front of my place approximately every 15 minutes, armed with M-16s. They did ask for my ID to confirm that I should be there, and were are EXTREMELY hospitable.

One note is that my cell phone worked perfectly down there now, BUT, my service is with Cingular, and when in Orleans Parish the screen read T-Mobile, and when making a call, it would pause a moment and flash no the screen that the call was being re-routed, then beeped, then went through perfectly.

We did get some pictures, and I'll get those developed today and will scan and post on ebo.net at my earliest convenience.

Now, I stayed Uptown, so I can't comment on the Canal area directly, but my friend and the professor said that it was pretty nasty. Around my place it looked no different than a bad storm.

It's going to be a while before Streetcar service can begin I'm assuming as the lines are down in a number of places. Over all, the Live Oaks faired better than I would have imagined.

There was a slight stench on Chestnut, but in other places it was HORRIBLE. I swung by to check the house of a friend over on Nashville, and though the vehicle they had left behind was unharmed, the roof had some damage, but it appeared that nothing structural. Shingles missing from a great deal of the highest ridge of the roof, and a few scattered shingles missing.

Unfortunately, after my initial observation that the house faired well, I walked into the back yard and that was where I got a freaking nose full.

His back yard, each blade of foot tall grass, was coated with a nasty black coating, which I soon realized was sewage deposits....YUCK...

Around the back of the house, I used a file folder to measure the water line. The line was about 1/4 inch less than two lengths of the folder, so I'm afraid that the entire downstairs of his home is due for a steam cleaning.

I should also note that when we turned the water on in my apartment, and my friend told me the same experience at the apartment of the professor, the water ran clear for a moment then began to darken. I turned it off at that point.

Pray god we will be able to inhabit our city before 2006....shit, don't we have a Mardi Gras to put on in Feb. and Jazz Fest in April/May!!!

I would have loved to have had some vicks....

I visited my apartment in new orleans this morning.

We left at 5AM to head that way. HB had a pass to get into Jefferson Parish, and I had gotten directions where we could get into where we were going.

We went river road to Oak and then Carrollton to St. Charles and down to my apartment.

What an errie feeling...the only people there were National Guards.

I'm too tired to write about this now, but wil add more tomorrow.

confusion so beset from choice much less function, MADNESS!!!!

ok, I'm quite confused on that the line up is for this week. I need to sneak into the city and secure my apartment, pick up my servers, grab my personal papers and empty the fridge so it won't stink.

I also need to leave a note for my landlord since I've been unable to get in touch with him with my contact information.

HB is going to try to get the National Guard to bring him to get his car.

The issue is that I'm not sure exactly HOW we are going to manage this shit. The friend that I'm staying with may be bringing me, but I'm not for sure at this time....

regardless, good night...my schedule is coming back, and it's time for me to crash...

a light at the end of the tunnel....

9/11/2005 5:45:15 AM: It’s Sunday, and I’m still not feeling all that well at all. I went and saw my father last night. He’s going to let me stay there until I can get back to New Orleans. I’m sure that’s going to be interesting to say the least, but I it won’t be like when I had to live with him last time.

Not drinking has become an asset, but there are still costs to being sober. First off, being with drunks doesn’t impress me one bit any more.

No biggie to tell you the truth. Everyone here has been so great, I’m sure what I’m feeling is me more than anything.

9/11/2005 9:29:06 AM: I just got back from my fathers. Went to hang out with him and Devochka…..what a fREaK!!!....…she was all over me…had to show me every god damned room in the house…laf…that shit was funny as hell..

When I was online earlier, I found a way to get to my apartment. In addition, after leaving my fathers, I stopped by CCs for a Large Medium and met a guy that works for Probation & Parole. He’s from here, but they have taken over Holy Cross College on the best bank as a temporary headquarters. I told me what I need to do about my landlords van. If I can’t get in touch with him today, I’ll visit the State Police tomorrow and report it “NOT STOLEN” to cover my ass.

I’m going to ask Erin if she’s up for a trip to the city today. I think we can get in and out pretty easy…I found online that I will be able to take River Road up to Oak Street and follow to Carrollton, then to St. Charles to get there…I can take care of my biz, i.e. get my papers, computers, empty the fridge, close that fucking window and make sure all the electric is off.

The paper Times Picayune said this morning that the biggest issue is the drinking water from the broken water and sewage mains.

Well, wish me luck, things are going to go my way if I have to beat things into my way repeatedly about the head and shoulders, but I assure you, things are going to get better, and New Orleans is going to be as good, or better a place to live when I get back…

LONG LIVE NEW ORLEANS!!!!!!!!!

frustrated, surrounded, but alone and homesick....

my frustration level is out of control...

devochka is staying over at my fathers right now, but I'll be over there a week from today. I went over to hang out for a while earlier this evening, but I didn't stay that long. I just can't decide what I want to do. I want to go home. I don't like being a burden, which is how I feel right now. I can't seem to escape. All I want to do is shut the door for a month and not come out, WITHOUT SOMEONE PEEKING IN. I don't want anyone to ask me how to do this, or do that on the computer.

I guess I'm homesick...I don't like being in baton rouge, and I don't like being under others asses...

well, I guess that's all I have to say except...

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT GOD DAMNIT!!!

trapped under a big red stick....

I know I'm not writing as much as I normally do, but these are far from normal times.

I'm stuck here in Baton Rouge, a city that has doubled in size since Kat. I've had to purchase a new computer and telephone in order to work from a remote location.

I'm keeping up with my meds and everything so far. I had my blood work done yesterday, which is great, but I have no clue as to how I'm going to get the results. My doctors office is at the LSU Healthnet offices on the corner of Napoleon and Claiborne in New Orleans. At least I did get the work done. I was able to get my meds yesterday. I'm half way through the series, and the blood work that I has will show me what my virual load it at this point.

I'm working now. Our IT guys have managed to get the servers up and running and I'm able to login using their Citrix Server, so I guess I'm good there. I've managed to pull in fee, and will continue on that quest.

I'm not going to write much this morning, but may be back later. I did my 13th injection of interferon last night, and it's saturday, so I will be sleeping on and off.

I'll be moving over to my fathers house next week. I ordered DSL to his house yesterday, should be there by next friday, so one week from today I should be set up over there. I need a couple more things to make this happen. I need a desk and a chair, that's is and I'll be good to go. I'm not as much concerned about the desk, I can get a folding table that will work perfectly fine. I'm more concerned about getting a chair that will be comfortable to sit in for extended periods as it will be where I'm going to be planting my ass most of the rest of the year.

I still want to go home, but I know that I won't be able to for the next several months. At least until December. If I can celebrate my birthday in New Olreans I will be more than happy.

another day, another photo opportunity!

ok, I'm sure the last post chappd some peoples asses, but I don't really give a fuck. This is still my blog and these are still my ramblings...

Maybe some think I was too hard on the celebs. Well, let's see...I was on Nick Cage and John Goodman. In retrospect, they put their money where their mouth is.

Travolta, somewhat...I think it's great that he's flying food and supplies in, but John, get your scientology ass back in your god damned plane and bring more food to mississippi or something god damnit...don't waste the time of people on the ground with photo opps....Sean Penn...well, go take a class on boating safety....and Oprah, you fat billionaire bitch...you wanna be a big help, TAKE OVER CNN AND TURN IT INTO AN ALL DAY ALL NIGHT TELETHON CHANNEL TO BENEFIT THE PEOPLE RATHER THAN SPECULATE ON WHAT WENT WRONG, DON'T GO MAKE RATINGS WITH YOUR FUCKING PHOTO OPS...OR BETTER YET, PUT A GOD DAMNED CONTRACT OUT ON ANYONE INVOLVED IN FAKE CHARITIES THAT ARE SAPPING UP CONTRIBUTIONS THAT COULD GO TO THE RED CROSS HELP PEOPLE! Fuck Oprah, you're from Mississippi aren't you? Set up a god damned kitchen down on the Mississippi Gulf Coast and get your fucking hands dirty and cook some poke chops, fried chicken and all the fixin's for the starving people of your home state!

Again, you don't have to like what I say, I don't give a fuck. I'm about to head out to CC's and get a cup of coffee before the drone of the copters begins for the day, and after than, I'm hoping to be able to bury myself in work so that my psychosis doens't take over and begin drive me...

arm chair quarterbacks and bitches....

well, I was going to totally blow this blog off for while. Not because I don't want to write it, but because there are so many fucking armchair quarterbacks out there that want to tell me what's going on. They listen to the national news, which is now blaming the local government. Not that the local government may be at fault to some extent, but there are so many fucking issues that aren't known nationally. How many of the national news "prophets" like Geraldo and Wolf even have a clue what Nagin has done since his election? Do they know about our ex mayor Morial...yup, you know, the cock sucking cokehead that raped and pillaged for his and his cronies profit? Nagin has cleaned up politics quite a bit over the last few years.

well, I had to add an email of someone that I dearly love to my spam folder simply because they are crying about their home town, which they haven't lived in for well over a decade, and seem to think that CNN is more accurate than any scripture that's ever been written.

like I said, I was going to drop this blog because of all the fucking outsiders looking in, but then this evening I remembered something my brother-in-law told me...he said, keep writing that blog, and don't censor it.

So if you find what I write inaccurate, let me know. I'm in almost a crazed state, and I'm sure that there are a number of things that I'm missing. Namely EVERYTHING I OWN. MY HOME TOWN! I have helicopters, hueys and blackhawks flying over the house I'm staying in continuously. I get up in the morning and I go have a cup of coffee at the CC's around the corner because that's what I did at home...the CC's was right around the corner. I talk to people that are going through the same shit I'm going through, and the people that are REALLY HELPING PEOPLE. Like Mike, the Viet Nam vet that has not only his daughters and their families, but also his EX-SON-IN-LAW staying at his house. He's helping people, and he's waking up in the middle of the night with post traumatic stress disorder that he fought for years because of the helicopters, but he's doing everything he can do to help.

what about the family's I see around the corner from here. 4 families, and guess what, THEY AREN'T ALL WHITE, AND THEY AREN'T ALL BLACK...THIS IS WHAT NEW ORLEANS REALLY IS, MIXED AND DIVERSE!!!

And then there's Oprah and Travolta and Penn walking around with their own security, going through peoples bedrooms filming and "talking to people." FUCK YOU GUYS, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY GOD DAMNIT, IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT YOU HAVE TO PUT A FUCKING PLUG IN THE BACK OF THE BOAT BEFORE YOU GET IN THE WATER, OR YOU DONT' REALIZE THAT IN ORDER TO RESCUE SOMEONE IN A BOAT, YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO HAVE ENOUGH ROOM IN THE FUCKING BOAT TO PUT THE VICTIMS, THEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE BUT PHOTO OPPING.....FUCKING HELL....

I want to go down there and help...GOD I WANT TO GO DOWN THERE....BUT I CAN'T, IT WOULD BE A DEATH SENTENCE TO ME CAUSE I ALREADY HAVE HEPATITIS C, AND THE WATER IS FULL OF HEPATITIS A AMONG OTHER DISEASES...

Then there's on of my dearest friends that had to evacuate..she want to Washington with relatives. Some of which are judging her as a parent...SHE IS HOMELESS YOU STUPID FUCKS!!! SHE'S A WONDERFUL MOTHER, BUT MUTHER FUCKER, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT A SINGLE MOTHER WITH THREE ADORABLE KIDS TO DO WHEN WE'VE ALL LOST SO FUCKING MUCH!!!....

So, don't expect me to be absolute in my facts right now, and IF YOU WANT TO WATCH GERALDO, WOLF, OPRAH AND ALL THE OTHER FUCKING ASSHOLES THAT ARE SPECULATING ON WHAT WENT WRONG, FUCK YOU TOO...YOU DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE WHAT WE ARE GOING THROUGH.

I'm staying with a dear old friend, and a dear new friend. I met Harvey a week ago today. We "borrowed" a van together to get out. We dropped another 5 people off out of harms way. We are STUCK LIKE CHUCK YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!!! FUCK YOU....

But you know what, WE ARE BOUND TOGETHER AS A GROUP CLOSER THAN ANY OF YOU WILL KNOW.

Here's another FUCKING PEICE OF NEWS. IF YOU THINK THE NEW ORLEANIANS ARE THE ONLY LOOTERS, CHECK OUT MY FUCKING BANKING ACCOUNT. IN ORDER TO KEEP MY JOB, I HAD TO PURCHASE A NEW COMPUTER USING ALL THE MONEY THAT I HAD. I WENT TO COMPUSA AND SPENT $700.00 ON A PIECE OF SHIT COMPAQ. THIS MORNING, I RUN QUICKEN AND FIND MYSELF OVERDRAWN BY $609.00. WELL, I SHOULD HAVE HAD MONEY IN THE BANK, SO I GO TO THE WEBSITE TO FIND OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. 3 SEPARATE CHARGES OF $300.00 CHARGED STARTING ONE HOUR AFTER I BOUGHT MY COMPUTER UNTL 8PM ON SUNDAY NIGHT. THAT'S BEING LOOTED PERSONALLY I PROMISE.

So all of you arm chair speculators and prophets, FUCK OFF AND DIE, YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN THE REALTY LOOTERS AND CREDIT CARD THEIVES THAT I'M SEEING PERSONALLY IN BATON ROUGE.

This is the shit that your precious National News Organizations and your FUCKING FEDERAL GOVERNMENT is NOT telling your fucking stupid asses.

IF YOU CAN'T HELP, GO HAVE A FUCKING DRINK AND SIT BACK AND WATCH THE SHOW...THAT'S ALL IT IS TO YOU ANYWAY...

And on top of everything else, I haven't gotten my meds that I need by friday yet...and no money for them since I got looted....to make it even better, the owner of the company that handles my insurance is living in his bedroom with his entire family because it's the only room in the 4 bedroom house that doesn't have holes going through the roof. He's without electricity, he's had to purchase a generator to even have lights...I looked up the Red Cross that is listed for his Zip Code...Canal Street in the New Orleans CBD...don't think he's going to be able to make it over there...I doubt he has flood insurance, which FEMA requires to help...and in the end...

I EXPECT TO LOSE MY INSURANCE THAT'S PAYING FOR MY INTERFERON/RIBAVIRIN TREATMENT BEFORE I FINISH...AND IF I LOSE IT, IT I GET THE EXTREME PLEASURE OF GOING THROUGH THIS SHIT AGAIN WITHOUT THE BENEFIT OF INSURANCE SO I BETTER GET TO WORK...FROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND THE MEDS RUN SOMEWHERE BETWEEN $2000 TO $3000 PER MONTH, AND I WILL GET TO DO ANOTHER 6 MONTHS IF I STOP.....

where are the celebs that live in nola?

well, I'm watching the WWL TV live feed and who the fuck do they show standing at the corner of Bourbon and Canal? Fucking Sean Penn. I guess I should be happy that finally a celeb has actually done something. Since both John Goodman and Nick Cage recently purchased a home only blocks from my place in Uptown New Orleans, you would think THEY would have given at least a good greasey fart and said something BUT FUCK NO! Where are ya John and Nick? Like I said, I should be happy, but I'm irritated like corduroy on a hemorrhoid that the NOPD is allowing Penn to help, but after numerous emails I've only been ignored.

Of course, Sean doesn't know shit about boats as this article from shows...laf..

I WANT TO FUCKING GO HOME! I know that it's going to be at least a month before we will have power and such, but I'm FUCKING PISSED that I can't help.

I hope Sean understands my frustration. WE APPRECIATE YOU SEAN! THANKS FOR BEING THERE, AND IF YOU READ THIS, COME PICK MY WHITE ASS UP SO I CAN GET TO WORK FIXING MY CITY!!!

marching on...

You can't keep new orleans down. I picked up a copy of the Times Picayune today (09.05.05). The image is captured from a webcam. Above Marching On, the caption reads "FRENCH QUARTER: At Orleans Ave. and Bourbon Street, the Southern Decadence Parade rolls Sunday with fewer than 12 determined French Quarter residents. Foreground from the left, matt menold, john Lambert, Robin Cates and an nidentified man lead the way."

I'm ready to go home...

the aftermath and the disrespect...

I'm so fucking tired of everyone telling me about this shit. I'm living it. I lived the storm. I had to steal a fucking van to escape. I FEEL GUILTY BECAUSE I CAN'T GET BACK AND HELP.

I hear everyone treating the New Orleans refugees as criminals. Well, I don't believe that's the case. Has anyone considered that with our population being dispersed across the country, that the criminal element in these other cities is taking advantage of the situation and looting their own cities in hopes that their actions will be blamed on New Orleans...

I'm tired of hearing and seeing nigger written everywhere. I'm sick of hearing Wolf Blitzer and his network making comments like, "the victims are so poor and so black." FUCK YES THEY ARE POOR NOW!!!....LET'S DROP WOLF INTO THE MIDDLE OF THAT NASTY WATER FOR A WEEK WITHOUT FOOD, COMMUNICATION, WATER...WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK HE WOULD LOOK LIKE?

The people of New Orleans are RICH in culture and RICH in character and I wouldn't live anywhere else in the world. I'm not black. I'm not rich. I find it more dangerous to walk through parts of Baton Rouge than the Desire Projects...why? Because Baton Rouge is by default a racist city. Not just the whites, but the blacks hate whitey here like no where I've ever been...

I'm going back. I want to shake the hand of Ray Nagin and thank him for being a the RAY OF LIGHT and the best symbol of New Orleans Unity we could have in this crisis.

I don't know what I'm going to have to do to move back to my city, but I'm Irish, and if I have to get a wheel barrow out and dig a ditch whilst contracting any number of tropical diseases like my ancestors did in New Orleans, I'LL BE THERE. EVEN WITH THE HEPATITIS C I'M FIGHTING NOW...I'LL BE THERE....

WTF!!!!!

Louisiana ceased to be part of the USA today IMHO. The shallow money grubbing leaders of the so called free world...i.e. Bush/Cheney have dropped the last ball they SHOULD EVER BE ALLOWED TO PICK UP. It's time to get our troops out of Iraq. Fucking nuke those fucking sand jockeys and get our boys home to HELP OUR PEOPLE.

Bush is so in-fucking-decisive that he probably has trouble deciding which had to wipe his ass with.

This morning, the first thing I heard on CNN was Ray Nagin, the mayor of New Orleans, saying that it's "too god damned late!" Posing the question as to how funds were allocated over night to hit IRAQ. How Bush convened the congress in a 24 hour period over a brain dead woman with feeding tube and a brain the size of a walnut, but CAN'T GET THE FUCKING CONGRESS INTO SESSION FOR OVER A WEEK to try to save THOUSANDS!!!

Is he so fucking greedy that he thinks by letting New Orleans fall apart that maybe Texas will get the business. FUCKING RIGHT HE ISD, BUT FUCK HIM, WE STILL AND ALWAYS WILL OWN THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER. They may have a bunch of cowboys over there in that oversized shit hole he calls home, but you do not want to piss off a bunch of COONASS AND CREOLES.....cause we know exactly where to feed your lifeless body to an alligator where you will NEVER be found...

SECEDE FROM THE UNION AND CHARGE TO USE THE RIVER UNTIL OUR STATE IS REBUILT. IF YOU CAN'T AFFORD YOUR GOD DAMNED GIANT SUV, THEN I WOULD SUGGEST YOU STRAP ON THOSE COWBOY BOOTS AND GET YOU A NICE LITTLE PINK VESPA...CAUSE THAT'S ALL YOU WILL BE ABLE TO DRIVE SOON....

AND WHY.....CAUSE BUSH DROPPED THE BALL AND IS NOT ONLY GUILTY OF INTERNATIONAL WAR CRIMES, HE'S NOW GONE SO FAR BEYOND TO BECOME THE FIRST AMERICAN PRESIDENT IN HISTORY THAT HAS ALLOWED TOTAL CHAOS TO CONTINUE UNABATED FOR DAYS IN THE MOST STRATEGIC CITY IN THIS GREAT NATION. 911 WAS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE ECONOMIC EFFECTS OF SITTING ON HIS FAT PIMPLY ASS TRYING TO GET HIS ALFRED E. NEWMAN MIND TO WORK FAST ENOUGH TO TAKE CARE OF HIS BUSINESS...

IMPEACH THAT SPINELESS BITCH, THEN FEED HIM TO THE REST OF THE WORLD FOR HIS WAR CRIMES...AND HOPE THEY EXECUTE HIM PUBLICLY FOR ALL TO SEE..AND USE THE LONG ROPE SO IT RIPS HIS MORONIC HEAD CLEAN OFF!!!!

my servers are trapped IN new orleans..

well, I'm on the lamb. I managed to escape New Orleans before noon on Tuesday. Devochka is fine, and I'm in Baton Rouge. Homeless sort of, but I'm good... well, here's the story...

on Tuesday morning around 10AM or so...I decided to walk over to the A&P on Magazine to see if they might have done the right thing and started putting the food out for the people. On the way, I ran into a number of people. H.B, a teacher at local catholic University is who I found on Louisiana Ave. Since I had gas and water, and he had electric, we decided to pool our efforts.

We aquired all the food that we could cook from Harveys apartment, the headed back to my place. In route, the looting was blatant. There was a van and a car parked at the Exxon station on Louisiana Ave. and St. Charles and there were several people that had broken the glass of the door and were taking EVERYTHING out of the store. I even saw a woman with an arm full of motor oil. I guess they needed an oil change.

After going about 24 hours without phone service because I couldn't find an old style corded phone I found one and was able to get in touch with a good friend in Houston that was able to fill me in on what was going on.

Harvey was listening to the radio, and my friend was filling me in, and another emergency evactuation order came through. This time it was use any means necessicary to get out of Orleans Parish.

Harvey suggested we hitchhike to the bridge and get to the west bank and make our way to Gonzales, but I knew a better way.

My landlord had two white vans in front of the building. I decided that it would be to our benefit to "borrow" one of the vans. Unfortunatly I didn't have a key, so I had to improvise. I saved the van, but will have to do a couple minor repairs.

We were in a hurry. We knew there were breaches in the levy systems, but didn't know if we were going to have water in 5 minutes of 5 hours. It was time to get the fuck out a all costs.

Let me tell you that I have never done anything like this before, but I'm happy I did, because Orleans Parish AIN'T NO PLACE FOR A WHITE BOY at this time.

We got the thing started, then headed down Magazine...we had to go the wrong way on the one way section of the street because Camp was totally inpassible. We cut over to Tchop and jumped on the Crecent City Connection, picking up the first of 5 hitch hikers on the way out. We followed the West Bank Expressway to I-310, the crossed to I-10 and continued toward Baton Rouge. We picked up an additional 4 hitch hikers on the way, and stopped in Gonzales to drop them off. 4 of them got out right there in the middle of the street, and the Vet, the first one we picked up was dropped off at the Lamar Expo Center.

Harvey and I continued to Baton Rouge, meeting my father at Jones Creek Cafe' for a drink. Erin came by to let us follow her to her house, but we stayed for a bit, though Erin and her daughter Sydney took Devochka with them to get her out of the heat.

We are now staying at Erins. I have brought Devochka to my fathers because Erin is allergic to cats, but she's fine, and I'll be visiting her in a few to take care of her.

I've gotten a friend in VA to get my ebo.net email backup, and he's in the process of getting everything set so that ebo.net website will become active, though it's an older version of the site. I have asked for donations, and if you are able, please donate to the cause. I need to rescue what's left of my possessions if I can, and we very well may need to arm ourselves for protection.

Please help our cause and donate what you can to help support our mission.

bitten by the Kat of the century....

well, for anyone that is interested, I survived the storm, and have fled to baton rouge. I'll post again later with details...

oh...Devochka is fine too....

it's back.....

trapped.ebo.net

blog is coming back up soon...

Ok, well, I reconfigured the blog, but it's not ready to go back up at this point....you will have to bear with me a bit longer....

blah....

well, I'm back to this for a bit. I had a database issue, and nuked trapped.ebo.net. I'll rebuild it shortly, but I have other issues on the table that I need to address over the next couple weeks.

I've been doing NOTHING but sleeping and working for the last several days. I got home yesterday and was a sleep by 6PM, and slept until 5AM. This shit sucks to say the least.

Anyway, I'm off to work in a few minutes and I'll probably deal with the server shit this weekend.

moving day....

good morning.

it's come time to move this blog from an external server, and back onto ebo.net.

please visit eboBlogs for new entries.

the entries here, are being transfered to eboBlogs.

better than a wet noodle...

have you ever beat a cat within a cunt hair of their life....WITH A ROLL OF TOILET PAPER?

I have. This morning I got up and proceeded to sweep up all the crap Devochka has trashed my apartment with. Toilet paper and various other pieces of assorted garbage. I have absolutely NO clue where she finds this shit, but she does.

I was expecting visitors, including Jack, my nephew, so I wanted the floor to at least be debris free.

After getting the floor clean, and an hour later than I normally go, I headed to CC's Coffee for my Saturday morning cup.

All the rage that I had from yesterday having been slept off over approximately 16 hours. I had left work before lunch yesterday because the Riba-Rage™ was just unbearable.

So, I'm feeling good, I'm waiting to have breakfast with Jack, and I'm enjoying my walk to the coffee shop and back.

When I walk in, what do you think I find. YOU GOT IT, MY FUCKING FrEaK CAT HAD GOTTEN AHOLD OF THE TOILET PAPER AND TRASHED MY PLACE AGAIN. Fuck me.

Now just imagine Riba-Rage™ coming back with a vengeance in about 1/100th of a second. Yup, that was me. I chased that fucking bitch. She headed to the bathroom, under the tub. Broke the fucking broom getting the BITCH out from under there. She was no at all too happy. I proceeded to BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THAT BITCH WITH THE VERY ROLL OF TOILET PAPER SHE SHREDDED.

Well, I'm better now for the most part. My hands reflect the skill that Devochka has with her teeth and claws, and the cat is poking her head back out every so often, and she doesn't look too bad for the wear and tear.

I'm just hoping she learned her lesson...

you are invited....

I've never had honey mustard bar-b-que cat, but I'm planning a big shindig this weekend, well, not that big, but bar-b-que Devochka is most likely the main course...

that fucking bitch of a cat must have gone on a fucking rage to end all rages last night.

first off, I was up far too late. working on a HUGE image, which slows my machine down to almost nothing, and at the same time I had DUMBASS trying to figure out how to do html, and wanting to know where the graphical interface for the email administration was on the webserver. IT'S NOT FUCKING MICROSOFT WINDOWS DUMBASS, IT'S FREEBSD.............

since I was up far too late, I decided I should set up my alarm clock so that I would be sure to wake up at 5AM. I don't know if Devochka was just on a rampage, or if the FUCKING BITCH is just jealous of the alarm clock. She's been totally malfunctioning as an alarm cat for the last week or so any fucking way.

so, when I woke up, the clocks off. the computers are off. EVERY FUCKING THING IT OFF!!! why, cause she unplugged the one block of plugs that provides power to all my important shit. FUCKING WHORE!!! I ended up waking up at 5:30, had to get ready, get the computers back up and running, get to the bank to retrieve money for the bus. Halfway to the bank, I realized I FORGOT TO TAKE MY RIBA THIS MORNING, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK....

so I ran over to the habeb store to get my American Spirit cigs, as I was getting sick from smoking a pack of Marlboro lights, and then I had to haul ass back to my apartment to get my RIBAVIRIN, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK... then whilst walking over to the bus stop, I realized that all I had was a ten spot. I needed a 5 for an all day pass. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

so I again, haul ass, this time running to the coffee shop to break my ten spot, and get a cup of coffee. thankfully, I was able to catch the bus, as the stop is across the street from the coffee shop, but my now, I'M ABOUT TO FUCKING KILL SOMEONE. THANK GOD I DON'T OWN A FIREARM.

needless to say, I just got here, and I'm going to be sneaking to the side if I need to have a smoke or something, cause I KNOW, as frustrated as I am right now, I'm not going to be anything nice today...hope I don't send another FUCKING DEADBEAT to the hospital with my antics, but I'm assuming that is a distinct possibility...good thing I can't reach out and chock the fuck out of them..that's for sure...

have a powerful day....

how does one camel down?????

sneaky unicorn says:
well caml down

jimi's wasn't a homo...

we, according to this article from Reuters, Jimi Hendrix was discharged from the army for "homosexual tendencies."

still alive, but sleeping.....

well, I'm still alive. I haven't written too much lately for a number of reasons,
but mainly fatigue. All I seem to do is go to work and come home and sleep...

malfunctioning alarm cat...

well, my alarm cat malfunctioned this morning. I hate when she malfunctions. I guess I'm going to have to start using the backup alarm clock next week.

yesterday, she worked flawlessly. Devochka woke me up with her raspy hoarse scream and proceeded to run faithfully back and forth to the bathtub as if to let me know, "Hey dumbass, you need a bath!" Guess she's fallen into my schedule better than I.

Today I woke up on my own, but not until 5:30AM. That only gave me 45 minutes to get up and out to the bus, instead of the normal hour and fifteen minutes I allot myself...

I made it though, and I'm out of here off to work. Hopefully I can get my head into my file enough today to forget about the horrible symptoms I woke up with this morning,

severe headache, severe muscle ache nausea and general fatigue. Sux, but I don't have time to think about it right now...

off to the bus...

hep-c support, or maybe it's just the voices in Annita's head....

okay, after fighting the rage for a number of days, I finally found something to laugh at. I posted on a Yahoo! Group, Hepatitis_C_Central to one particular contributor. When I first found out that I had HCV, I went to this group, and also to alt.support.hepatitis-c to learn what I was in for. Well, I kept reading, and it got to the point on the Yahoo! Group that one contributor, Annita Finkemeier redskyoregon@yahoo.com, continually used the group to write posts that were so depressing, especially since she kept crying about how she didn't know how she was going to complete her treatment. Shit, she's only days from being finished with tx. Well, I was coming off the rage that, if you read the last two posts, you will understand. So I wrote this:

>>Sent: Saturday, July 23, 2005 7:57 AM
>>To: Hepatitis_C_Central@yahoogroups.com
>>Subject: Re: [Hepatitis_C_Central] Re: positive thinkingRE:
>>
>>I'm sorry, I just can't empathize with Annita any
>>more....seems that the closer she gets to being finished with
>>tx, the more she whines about small shit. AND IT'S ALL SMALL
>>SHIT ANNITA!!!!! I for one don't want to hear whining,
>>negative posts, that come from someone that hears "voices."
>>Is it the voices talking? Get on with your life and find
>>*SOMETHING* to enjoy, or go hang out in a beginners AA
>>meeting and cry on a real shoulder that has just as much
>>imaginary bullshit to whine about as you.....
>>
>>sorry, but I'm to the point of dropping this list because of
>>YOU ANNITA!!!!
>>
>>I'm in my second month. I wake up at fucked up hours because
>>of the meds, but I don't let that get to me. Instead of
>>crying in my non-alcoholic beer, I prefer to find humour in
>>anything I can. I go out of my way to find something to
>>laugh about, and I try to ignore the horrible itching I have
>>on my chest every morning...why...cause if I pay attention
>>it, IT GETS WORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>
>>I try to spend time with my friends, and I assure you, if I
>>had Annita's attitude, I wouldn't have any friends, or that
>>is my assumption, be cause NO ONE WANTS TO SPEND TIME AROUND
>>WHINY BABYS THAT BRING THEM DOWN!!!!
>>
>>On occasion, I do though vent.....
>>
>>Do yourself a favor Annita. Get a life ......

Okay, my opinion may my post was a bit harsh, but hell, I feel lucky to have come through the last few days period, so, when I went looking for support and I had to wade through a virtual quagmire of negative posts, I became irritated like corduroy on a hemorrhoid.

Today I went to the Quarter, that would be the French Quarter to all you foreigners. I went to play some pool with a friend. I try to get out on Saturdays because it's far to easy to fall into weirdness and depression when if I don't get out and about. Well, when I return, my email is full of posts that I found much more inappropriate and offensive than anything I wrote. You must understand that Annita has readily admitted that she hears voices in her head. She also writes approximately 3 posts to every other that is posted in the group, so it does become a bitch going through the all of her petty posts to get to the meat. She was kind enough to wish this upon me though:

>> Thats f.... fine ya know you will wrought
>> in hell. Ever believe in god have ya ass
>> hole your a f... up mother fucker who really
>> dont need to be around. Just because you have
>> not experienced side effect like many people
>> have just because you dont hear voices I
>> didnt ask to have this fucked up viruis in my
>> body I hope and pray to God that you get
>> everyside effect there is I hope your hair falls
>> out your teeth wrought just like you will wrought
>> in hell You know and top all this treatments Im
>> going through I have arthritis scoliosis carputl
>> tunnel I am very anemic and you know-what I dont
>> give a fuck what you say cuz if ya fucking dont
>> like what i write go to hell asshole dont need
>> your shit here or anywhere else F... jerk
>> hardleyable to walk is smALL SHIT NOT BEING
>> ABLE TO CATCH MY BREATHE IS SMALL SHIT i HOPE
>> YOU DIE FROM THIS VIRUS AND F.... WROUGHT IN
>> HELL tHIS SITE IS TO VENT tHank you and I
>> never asked a F.... TO F... EMPATHISE WITH ME
>> WHERE IN THE F...DID i ASK FOR ANY EMPATHY
>> YOU F.... PERSON i HOPE YOU WIll have this
>> voice thing happen to you you know I got it
>> from trauma in my life I was molested By a
>> f... man A f.... Man like you no good for
>> nothing son of a bitch I have witnessed
>> people commiting suicide Great fucking life
>> ive had right ya F... jerk

Now, the first thing I'm thinking is, does she mean rot, or wrought? Fuck, I am from New Orleans, I'm very very familiar with Wrought Iron it's everywhere, but I was totally unaware that I could actually wrought in hell. Could it be the voices in her head? Could it be Satan telling her that good help is hard to find, and he needs people to wrought(literally translated as work) to make up for the typical idiots he employs? Besides her obvious lack of education, and her extreme fear of the word FUCK, except when she includes "mother" along side it, she went on to put words in my mouth. Somehow she got the impression that I have no sides from my TX...again I ask, The Voices maybe? She repeatedly informed me that God is with her, and against me. I have to wonder WHAT FUCKING GOD WOULD REVEAL HIMSELF HER? The fact that she would pray that I "NEVER CLEAR OF THIS DRAGON" speaks volumes of her humble and loving mentality on it's own. Well, I don't know about you, but if she hangs with a God that would answer a prayer like that, I think she might need to re-evaluate her god...I think she may be speaking to Satan,....or maybe, again I ask...The Voices?

Well, it escalated, and from one post written on the tail end of a Riba-Rage™, and before I was even given the opportunity to apologize, I received several dozen posts trashing me, but not before the moderator banned me from posting even a response to their lashings.

Finally after a very stern and direct email concerning their actions against me, they allowed ONE of my posts to go through. It was my response to Annita's apology, which included an apology from myself to her as well. They must have manually allowed that post, because they prevented my response to all of the nasty posts and death wishes from Annita. Cest la Vie'

I'm sure it was only the voices in Annita's head...and it's scary that those voices give her such an insight into my life...seems she would be closer to the truth about me if she were to visit here on occasion...

So what am I laughing at? THE VOICES IN ANNITA'S HEAD!!!

FUCK OFF HEPATITIS_C_CENTRAL YOU HYPOCRITICAL BITCHES!

the aftermath, the skirt, and the asylum....

Well, I'll keep this short, but it seems that it was a good choice to leave work on thursday. Seems, un beholden to me, that I was just a tad harsher in my efforts to recover my clients money than I had even imagined.

when I arrived at work yesterday, I was immediately called into my managers office. Not a bad meeting, he just asked me to try to tone my talk offs down a bit on friday. No worries, I knew that I was a bit rough on some of the calls on that day.

it was then that he informed me that I had three complaints originating from my efforts on thursday. One of the calls was to the corporate attorney, and from an alleged "deputy sheriff." Note I said "alleged" because there is no proof that they call came from anyone in law enforcement.

oops...

Seems that the alleged deputy informed the corporate attorney that the receptionist had to be rushed to the emergency room following my call. Seems that the call triggered an anxiety attach that was so bad that she had to be hospitalized. The deputy informed the corporate attorney that I used the word FUCK on a number of occasions during the call, and that they had a tape. Now I know there is a certain amount of bullshit involved, because that is one word that I have NEVER used while talking to a debtor. It is my opinion that this is nothing but an idle threat and an attempt to have be dismissed. How do I know this you ask? Well, just weigh the possibilities. I called a po-dunk company from a po-dunk town. It's doubtful that this company would have a tape machine hooked up to the phone other than an 1984 vintage answering machine. Since this was a live call, not a voice message I left, I would doubt the afflicted reseption person had time to stop and think, much less hook up elaberate taping apparatise as she was falling into such an extremely depremental state of mind. Normally even if a phone system has a taping system, the norm, is that the phone system notifys callers before they are forwarded to a live person. "This call may be monitored for training purposes."

Still, no worries. I have no doubt that this woman had an anxiety attack. Maybe she even went to the hospital, but it wasn't my fault in any way shape or form. If her boss had paid his fucking bill in the first place, I would have never called. Since I did, my theory of what really happened is as follows;.

I asked her to reach behind her skirt and hand her boss the phone. That it was obvious that she was hired for the express reason to hide her deadbeat boss back there, and to insulate him from debt collectors like myself. Lo and behold, when she pulls her skirt back, what's she see? Her cowering boss hiding EXACTLY WHERE I TOLD HER TO LOOK!!! Well, since she was unaware that part of her job description, and probably the most important part of it, intailed the hiding of any officer or principle of the company, behind a skirt. Upon this realization, she then spiraled into a massive anxiety attach, and had to be rushed to the emergency room, to be processed and transferred later to the Arkham Asylum™±, where she is not expected to reside for the rest of her natural life.

± Arkham Asylum is a trademark of DC Comics, and is used expressly as parody...

the rage....

Well, I've written about Riba-Rage™ on more than one occasion, but the fact of the matter is that I've only experienced Riba-Rage™ in it's fullest fury on two occasions. I probably wrote about the first incident somewhere in here, but I fail to remember what I wrote. Brain-Fog™ maybe? Regardless, I don't think that I recognized it for what it was, and thought it was a one time thing at the time.

Yesterday, everything went wrong. It seems that there are the times that the frustration triggers "the rage."

When I woke up yesterday, I noticed that I had bugs. Those little german roaches that just gross the fuck out of me. Well, seems that when my neighbors moved out last week, the bugs decided that it would be more fulfilling to move over here for a free lunch. Great! No worries at the time. I simply proceeded to spray the apartment with an entire can of bug spray. As I showered, and while showering, realized that the steam from the shower was carrying the fumes. Well, I couldn't take it, but still, no worries.

I decided I would leave early, get to work early and continue the gold streak I have been experiencing all week.

The Louisiana Ave. bus was a couple minute late, but still, no worries, the time was 6:25AM, and there was plenty of time...I thought. Well, when we got to Feret, the bus broke down...we sat for almost 30 minutes before the next bus showed up. This bus being overly crowded...the rage begins.

The end result is that I clocked in to work at 7:48AM. I was as Roy D Mercer would say, "Irritated like corduroy on a hemorrhoid."

I tried to work, but all I could really think about was doing dire and inhumane things. My calls were unusually hostile, to the point that I cost myself some immediate fee.

I left for lunch, but when I got back, I was in full rage. I had to get out of there, so I left early. I did on the way home, find some herbal remedies that reduced the rage, and when I got home was able to relax. I ordered a pizza and watched TV while I ate, after which I crashed. This was at approximately 6:00PM. I woke up at 1AM briefly, and was back asleep by 2AM, to wake again at my normal time of 5:30AM.

It's now 5:42AM, and I'll finish this post to do the normal SSS in the morning. I will leave in less than an hour to get to work early, and I'll leave exactly at 5PM in order to meet a friend after work.

cross country chit chat....

so, I have made a friend in tx over the last week. my friend, just started treatment last week, and I responded first to a post in a mailing list. Well, my website is on the bottom on my post, and my she found my blog and read it. Well, we began chatting shortly after that. I know, I know, but I use IMs every day...in this case MSN Messenger. I like that one cause you can make it knock on the other persons monitor....makes me laugh...well, that and the guitar player in the midst of Riba-Rage. excuse my rambling, because I really am getting at something here....

Tonight I was chatting on MSN with her, and some of it was really funny shit, so I asked if she minded if I posted it, so...here goes...

Pan says:

...so, how's the redness...did you get out of the sexy garb and into something more comfortable?

Cali says:

oh yeah... first thing

Cali says:

it's just kinda sore, a bit pink & warm to the touch

Ok....now that is totally out of context...which is why it's funny shit...

This is what brought us to that point is this;

Cali says:

injection site is red today, and hot. I think I did it too close to my waistband & I wore a skirt that was a bit snug today

Pan says:

well, wear a looser skirt...but somehow I just can't see you in a moo moo or anything....

Out of the mouths of babes!!!

Crocodile Sauce Picaunte'? Sounds TASTY!!!

> -----Original Message-----
> From: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
> Sent: Tuesday, July 19, 2005 6:40 PM
> To: Edd Benson
> Subject: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
>
> Confusia says: Do not piss off the crocodile until after
> you've crossed the river.
> You're not on land yet. :-)

They have alligator in Louisiana. I've tasted quite a bit of alligator without yet being bit.

who's yer daddy now...

it's Tuesday morning already. I had a great day yesterday, but as is the nature of the business of collections, some days just wear me out. I hit hard, and took no names. Pulled in some fee and preserved my position for another day at least.

so, I'm not that active, but I am subscribed to a hepatitis C mailing list. I've found it to be more depressing than not lately, and since I've found that my best antidote to my symptoms is laugher, I more often than not skip the vast majority of them and scan for something that I feel I have something to add, or something that makes me laugh. Well, lo and behold, there it was. I wish I could take credit for this one.

" I turned the volume up on the computer while I was reading it and heard that "Twilight Zone" music with some chanting in the background. I recorded it and played it backwards to see if there was a secret message...sure enough, there was...I could barely make out a voice in the background, but I think it's the new Pope saying, "Who's yer daddy now" over and over again...then again, I could have just " been having a flashback...Don"

Flash back, or just straight hallucinations...WHO CARES DAMNIT!

now bow down and tell me "who's yer daddy NOW!"

riba-rage and a prejudice black girl...

well, I almost had my first publicly exhibition of my riba-rage today.

I slept most of the day, but when I awoke this afternoon around 1PM, I realized that I was fucking starving.

Off to the A&P for some mayo, crackers, non-alcoholic beer, and bananas.

Well, I get to the check out, and notice that one of the bananas is split open. No worries, I think. I hand it to the cashier and explain that I don't want that one, but she tries to weigh it with the rest.

"I don't want that one," I say, as politely as I can manage.

I could tell she didn't like me, and my feeling was that it was because I'm a white boy. But I ignored this.

She bagged as she rang up the items, making sure to totally destroy the remainer of the bunch of bananas once her she thought her hand, and action, was concealed inside of the plastic bag.. I saw her do this, and had to bite my tongue, which proved to be a very hard thing for me at the time, but I never react when one of another race shows prejudice toward me. I just figure that the individual is IGNORANT, and I'm not going to drop to that level.

I instead pulled the bananas out of the bag and placed them on the counter.

"These need to be replaced," I said.

The cashiers eyes opened wide. She actually thought I didn't notice her sabotage at first, but when she realized that I had, I could see the fear in her eyes. She looked over toward the managers office, probably thinking that I might call the manager and complain. Something inside me told me to let it slide. I did because I felt that she would quickly try to escalate the situation into a racial thing.

Prejudice is ugly no matter who perpetrates it, and I don't play that way.

I'm so glad the sharp edge of the sword prevailed rather than the dull edge of the brain fog, cause I could feel the riba-rage spinning ever closer to the surface...

how to get a deadbeats attention...

for those who don't know, for the last 5 years, I've been in the commercial colletions field. Not individuals that owe credit cards, companies that owe companies...dumbass!

So, I get an account dropped to me. This thing has been through several collectors, and no one has been able to get a response out of the debtor, so this was a do or die situation. When I infospaced the name of the company, I found a number with the same address, but a different phone number, and a different suite number. My assumption was that they had moved a couple doors down, changed their phone number, and viola, the extremely talented collection staff at my firm just failed to find this. Not an uncommon occurrence to be honest.

So I call and get one of the principles of the company on the phone. He wasn't happy to hear from me, but not because he owed money, because he wasn't even affiliated with the other company. One was Quality Machine Tools, the other Quality Machine Works. I was talking to the former. The principle informed me that the staff of Quality Machine Tools showed up maybe once per week. Over the last year, he had compiled information about one of the people at the "Tools." He went by both Paul Mitchell, and Mark Mitchell. I was also informed that the every vehicle he had ever seen over there were luxury SUVs. Interesting, work one day per week, drive expensive luxury vehicles. There must be a real demand for their product, RIGHT! He continues to give me the home address, and two cell numbers for this Paul, or Mark Mitchell. Sweet!

I pounded the first cell I called. I got the feeling he was the wrong person after he told me that he got that number two months ago, but I still pounded him and made him take my number and staple it to the forehead of Paul/Mark.

When I call the second cell number, I get voice mail. Perfect.

I left a message beginning with the normal contact information case number etc. I then informed him of my intent. What was my intent you wonder...

First I asked for his secret. What product could one sell, come to work one day per week, and drive a luxury SUV? Hmmmmm... I then informed him that he need to contact me before end of business today to arrange payment for my client. My action if he did not contact me would first, to have my private investigator visit the business address to document any assets on the property and to interview him. Since he didn't come in to work but one day per week, I noted that we didn't expect to find him there, but if not, I would be more than happy to send my private investigator to him home, quoted his home address, and let him know that my private investigator would surely shove his cell phone into his face to bring him to the phone if the need became necessary.

Two hours later I received a call. Paul/Mark was not the happiest person I've ever heard. He appeared to think I was a son of a bitch, and didn't appreciate one bit that I said that I would have a PI shove a phone in his face.

"I'll overnight you $2500.00 on Monday," he said, "and I'll pay the rest, but you will have to wait a month."

I proceeded to give him all the relevant information to get the check to me via my Federal Express account, as is normal procedure.

"Don't worry about that shit, I'll take care of it," he said. He was still not in the least bit happy about the whole phone in the face thing, and kept whining about it.

"Paul/Mark, I'm sorry if I offended you. We have been attempting to get in touch with you for quite some time, and I wasn't aware that you were so willing to take care of this. Again, I'm apologize if I offended you."

"Well, that's all I wanted to hear," said Paul/Mark

I felt this was a very successful call, but after I hung up, it occurred to me that, shit, I'm out of weed. What the fuck was I thinking, I should have TOLD him to drop a good kine bud into the FedEX envelope, so I could sample the goods.

Ok well, must be the "brain fog" from the meds.

so much to say, too many to listen........

I haven't written for a couple days. Not because there isn't much to write, but because of the nature of what I have to write.

Over the last couple of days, I have experienced more offbeat, sometimes dim-witted, luser individuals than one normally meets during the course of a week, but I'm hesitant to write detailed commentary at this time.

I have also had some very positive things happen to me over the course of the last few days. I won't comment on those either, but I'm sure I'll be back to my old self in short order.

Devochka IS GOING TO DIE SOON!!!!!

Ok, everyone else is getting ready for a hurricane that isn't even coming here, but I'm cleaning up what appears to be 10 cases of toilet paper shredded throughout my apartment. I caught that little bitch running across the room about 4AM this morning with a whole roll of toilet paper in her mouth. Have you ever seen a little bitty cat with a big ole roll of toilet paper in her mouth. She is SO FUCKING LUCKY I DIDN'T WEDGE IT UP HER STINKY LITTLE ASS. That bitch...