Furibundum

I started a new job recently. A job at which I now make as much in one week as I previously made in a single day. No shit. Before I let loose a diatribe against all things corporate, of which I was a part for way too many years and would thusly be quite qualified to do, let me just sum up by saying that I'm happier and more content now. Life lesson learned: through poverty one is taught the true meaning of prosperity. Life lesson number two: certain bills can be ignored without consequence, longer than you might think. Sure, I enjoyed my riches but I have to admit that I'm loving my rags even more. Maybe it's just a honeymoon period. Time will tell, but for the present I'm a happier camper. So now I sit not in a windowed office, nor in what one would even call a respectable cubicle, as I chat with and listen to others talk amongst themselves. Interesting juxtaposition of conversation, I must say. No disrespect intended toward my new batch of fellow employees (in fact, q

I watched the Cleveland-hosted Clinton v. Obama bout tonight, promoted by MSNBC as the final Democratic debate of 2008. No surprise that I watched, really, considering that I am also an admitted addict to all things Seinfeld . I'll sit and watch those same syndicated classic episodes over and over and over again, scripts having by now permeated my psyche to the point that I swear I could recite verbatim every episode of every season whether or not my life depended on it. I could not only understudy for Kramer or Elaine, I'm beginning to think that I'm nearly prepared to also sub for Barack or Hillary if duty calls. Bring on the moderators! Despite the hype about how this would be a gloves-off slugfest, given Hillary's media-attention-grabbing bi-polar mood swings this past week ( Thursday , Friday , Saturday ), tonight's debate seemed to me to be pretty much rote. Don't get me wrong, I'm an Obamaniac or whatever we're to call ourselves these days, but I

Anyone a Big Brother fan? (I refer to the popular CBS reality show ... not the GWB network's lower-rated surreality program of the same name.) If so, you may remember from BB2 evicted houseguest Kent Blackwelder. Or maybe not. After all, he didn't last for so long, banished from the house within the first few weeks. Cast as the token old guy amongst the young, the chain-smoking-right-wing-homophobic-bigoted-nutjob surprisingly forged a special bond with Bunky, the requisite homo in da house. "The bed's nice and soft, buddy." Sweet. If not for Kent's premature ousting, one can only imagine what might have arisen between the two. But, alas, it wasn't meant to be. Back to Tennessee for Kent, welcoming arms of wife and kids at the ready. Good to be home. Damn straight! Fast forward to the present. Screw the half-mil pocket change he might have won had he been crowned last houseguest standing. Now Kent is suing for the much grander prize of $4-million in damag

What's taking so long?? C'mon, registrarians, get 'er done already! My new domain is still "processing" and I can't yet get in there to start tinkering with that whole DNS CNAME management rigmarole to get it up and running. (Strikethru 2/21 - Yay!) So consider yourself on hold waiting for the next available operator (that would be me.) Until then, as is requisite while holding, enjoy some additional tuneage. Filler, actually, until I can begin picking up where I left off over at Current Events Watch . Estimated wait time, 24 to 48 hours. Plenty of time for canción numero dos ... thank you for your patience. [I was a huge fan of this short-lived group Cry of Love in the early '90s. Their entire repertoire is most excellent, but the CD Brother was particularly exceptional. This song is one of my favorites. Quite apropos of the goings on these days even if the lyrics do hark back to the very beginnings of America's occupational tendencies. All in the

Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear. And I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear take the wheel and steer. It's driven me before and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal. But lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel. Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. I'll be there. So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive, will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around. But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found. Would you choose the water over wine, hold the wheel and drive?