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It was a mild April morning today, as I stood at the bus stop by Seattle's Westlake mall. I had some businuess to take care of, and I was going in to work late. The lunch time crowds were strolling about, and enjoying the weather.

At the bus stop there was the usual crew of characters: Several white collar techies waiting for the bus that goes to Microsoft, a mother with her duaghter on an afternoon shopping trip. There were several bums napping in a bench, and a well dressed fellow who was desperately harranging people in an attempt to sell a bus coupon and reclaim his spent $1.25.

It was then I noticed a fellow who was avidly reading from a magazine. What caught my eye, was the fact that he seemed to be reading them aloud to himself. He had look of serene fullfillement on his face, like a child who has dicovered a new toy. His focus was laser intense as he flipped the pages of the magazine. I wondered at first if he was one of the countless homeless who have some sort of minor mental illness. He seeme to be carring a fair collection of belongings in a draw string sack.

As I further watched this engaging character, I noticed that he was too nicely dressed and kept up to be homeless. He was wearing a polar fleece that had a star trek insignia pin on it, and his reading material was sci-fi fan mags. He seemed to be literally in another world.

Say what you will about gamer geeks, trek nerds, and tolken heads, but Buddhists sometimes work decades to achieve the oneness this guy seemed to be radiating. He was oblivious to the world at large. There was no taxes, no war in Iraq. There were no deadlines or bills, just a warp capable ship and deep space.

since, as I noted in my previous posting, I seem to have acquired a small collection of 'fans', I decided to start allowing comments on my journal postings. I'm curious to see if these, or anyone else is reading it, or are they simply charmed by my crass attitude and wit, or simply clicked the wrong button while surfing for wombat pr0n. Statistically speaking, I'm putting money on the latter.

Anyway, I realized awhile back, it really doesn't matter what sort of topic is being discussed, people will engage in incoherent babbling and backstabbing on a chatboard whenever they see an interesting flame-war brewing. So, post to the latest SCO bashing thread on /., or post to my little tirades.

As a side note, I posted this under the heading of 'quake', as I'm sure I will quake when I read some of the unmodded trolls that will probably get posted here. Ces't La Mond

Recently, I was looking over my profile, and sweet Jeesus, there are a bunch of poor, twisted bastards who have decided to mark themselves as 'fans'. It takes a total speed freak strung out on gin and mescaline to do something that sick. 'What the hell', I though, 'With that emotionally stunted man-child that is rocketing the country into the ground with gleeful abandon, why not just grab tight, and enjoy the ride?' The pigfuckers are going to blow out everything in a single, mad two term orgy, so why not just acid up your brain, and watch the dementation? Why not mark yourself as a fan of some twisted geek who calls himself 'TiggertheMad'? Damn the torpedos, and fire away, Gridly. Give me another bag of blow, call some hookers, and put it all on my credit card.

Eventually I sobered up, and just decided to ditch town before the grease weasles realized that there was no way I could pay my rapidly growing Internet bill. It had been swelling, like some sort of mold festering on the corpse of Nixon. (Pure hyperboyle of course, mold knows it's to good for the corpse of Nixon.)

To many nights of EQ, mob grinding, spawn camping, and PKing. Jesus, it felt like I was covering the Republican convention again. I had to blow out, to hit the road in a fast car. I needed a 3000 pound detroit bullet to put somemiles between me and this fucked up scene. But I'd come back, I always did.

Something felt different, though. The desert air was ripe with the same thick, rancid scent of diesel and there was the familiar crazed laughter in my ear as my roommate cybered on his AOL account and popped more of those strange brain bending little red pills. But this time, the air was a little thinner, the sky was a bit more pale, like a faded photograph. It felt like something was missing from the American dream. Perhaps not any tangable element, but some background noise that you only miss once it is taken away. I could almost imagine hearing the furious scratching of a mad pen fading into the roar of the wind.

RIP HST, you crazy bastard.

I was traveling to the east coast this holiday, to visit family. While stopped over in the Cleveland airport, I noticed a girl behind me in line wearing a 'Northern Mantis' Kung-fu Sweatshirt behind me in line.

I resisted the urge to call her out as the person responsible for the assassination of my master and challenger her to an extended king-fu duel in the air port terminal, as I was concerned that the passers by might be injured by stray chi bolts thrown in the midst of the battle. Her school, it turns out, is in the Seattle area too. (My school is http://www.thebamboogrove.com/, and is located in the Ballard area of Seattle.) The world is indeed a small place, at least if you study Shaolin Kung-Fu.

I have been quiet for awhile, as I subscribe to the 'shut the hell up if you don't have anything worth saying' school of blogging.

I was dissapointed with the recent election results, being a city dwelling, gay marrage supporting, decadent goddless hedonist. Me and my cult of liberal, America-hating communists are upset that we couldn't enslave the decent, God-fearing rural Americans by getting Kerry elected. But hey, there is always 2008.

For all you indignant leftys, here is an interesting little rant: http//www.fuckthesouth.com/. While it is a rant, the author makes some interesting points. One glaring omission is a comparison of the total volume of money spent by state. I would presume that the greater number of people in densely populated cities and economies of scale more than make up for the difference.

The idea of succession from the union has been tried before, and it didn't go over too well. A less radical concept might be an attempt to usher in a new era of strong states's rights. Then, when all the red states impliment their wacko fundy agendas, people will vote with their feet and move away, further shrinking their economic and political power base.