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Handwritten Journal Posts

Published by NiteMayr on July 14, 2007

Here are some random thoughts from my journal:

My Writing is terrible in this thing.

07/14/2004

New Phase, New Day

What paltry and sublte freedoms. Subtle nuances. It’s a short short shrift. This small and turgid pool, this feteid debate. This debacle. Come born fully formed and well, well retarded no more. The win will even hold this one.

“till I hear it put to me that way, I was unsure f what warbling was. It was never a sound of much consequence then.

Now it is the pressent but only the apparition of the new. The Past is the past of all your tommorows and the past is just taking you and will have you when you are dead.

07/22/2004

Faking an ugly death and then being you, you gotta go.

This is the state of political discource; to wit: yell yell yell, snarl snarl snarl, scream scream scream!

The young couple in the seat ahead of me are in dire need of a room, fast. This is a bus kids, keep your fumbling to your bedrooms, thanks kids.

I wonder if these kids know that this screaming baby, that is on this bus, is the actual direct result of where they are headed now? I mean, the boy is a dirtbag and the girl just seems to want his approval. Oh, they have left he bus.

For it rips the seal, keep it in your pants kids.

NOTE: This is as incoherant as it sounds, right?

On Vox: Ah, Bottle Thieves

Published by NiteMayr on July 7, 2007

Ahh Bottle Thieves.

We have a problem with garbage pickers in my neighborhood, people pick through our collective garbage and take stuff, they do it at night as if that would cover them up.  It’s a l rustle rustle clang, clink clink.

So, this is going out back behind me and I walk out to listen, yup, bottle thieves.  I say out loud “That sounds like a withdrawal; not a deposit” and suddenly the clinking stops, car doors close and two guys drive off.  If they were residents, they would have known that the road next to my house was the way out, they just went deeper into the subdivision, confirming they had no reason to be digging through the garbage near my house,.

I just wanted to hassle them a little, they really didn’t need to stop.  If they want/need the bottles, more power to them.  I just don’t like people rooting through the garbage, as there are a number of ID thieves in the area (one was even profiled on ABC) .

It was a good line and they got the right kind of embarrassed/scared.

Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com

On Vox: Comedy minus a segue

Published by NiteMayr on July 7, 2007

I thought of this concept, it’s probably not as funny as I think it is.  Oh, it also lacks a segue to make it into a good line…

Speaking of my last visit to the doctor, wouldn’t it be great if there was a medical test called “A Gravy Stain”? It sounds cute and all, but it’s like the male version of the pap smear and it involves a scraping from the lower intestine.  On second thought, that wouldn’t be very great at all.

There it is, I’m not even sure if this is wholly original, but I don’t usually write down a bit like this.  Maybe someone will be inspired.

Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com

On Vox: Some Fireworks were expended

Published by NiteMayr on July 5, 2007

    Some of tonight was spent jumping back from fireworks:

Spiral into Space

Spiral into Space

Okay, alot of it was.

We went to a party and Kari's house in Springfield and had some nice barbecue and political debate.  Not a bad way to spend Fourth of July evening.

I spent this morning and much of the afternoon looking for a specific file and talking to Lynette and her new Friend Kat.  Both of whom are promising to model for Jen and I when we move up to Kincardine.

Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com

On Vox: One more thing

Published by NiteMayr on July 3, 2007

Even more exciting that the Transformers; there was an untitled trailer attached to Transformers for a JJ Abrams movie, a little digging pulled up this

The trailer was shot home-movie style and has New York under siege by some unknown massive thing.  It was fundamentally amazing!

You have to see the trailer when it finally shows up online.

Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com

On Vox: More than Meets the…

Published by NiteMayr on July 2, 2007

I heard the “More than meets the eye” line one too many times tonight.

Otherwise, I was pretty much entertained by the the “Transformers” movie.  Hasbro has done themselves proud with this marketing bonanza.  I imagine more than a few moms are going to be put off by the cursing in this one.

The action is fast an furious (when it gets going) it’s not a slow “talky” movie, but it ponders along until (get this) John Turtoro shows up.  YES!  The lead from Quiz Show and Barton Fink shows up and makes the movie AWESOME.

The Autobots, initially, are little punks.  They cower, they defer they simper. 

It’s pretty much a comedy until JT shows up.  I’m not kidding.  He’s funny, but he makes it worth it.

The action sequences that follow amp up and up, with a great street battle with a less-than-stellar final battle (It just sort of ends with a ton of loose ends hung out)

I know they are positioning this for a sequel, but I hope they just let it stand; it’s good on it’s own.

What was with making Jazz bounce around and dance?  Sheesh.

Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com

Walking

Published by NiteMayr on July 2, 2007

The last time the bell rang on the door at Wendell’s Variety, it was Wendell Himself that was walking through the door.  It seemed the no one ever made it out to Wendell’s these days, instead preferring to head on to the Walmart down in Ogden just 5 miles away.

Dust swirled into the store and a stranger covered in more dust followed it in. 

“Hey,” Wendell barely looked up from his paper, which might be why people didn’t care much for his service.

The stranger wandered into the cooler area the back of the store and pulled out a quart of milk and drank it down, not pausing to breathe.  His wide-brimmed hat tipped back revealing a full beard and a filthy face.  The hands that gripped the milk were dirty and gnarled, like a tree branch brought to full animation.  He knocked back the whole quart and wiped his mouth with a filthy sleeve.

The stranger burped loudly and shuffled to the front of the store, pausing to toss the empty jug into the trash next to Wendell and to slip a 5 dollar bill onto the counter.

“Ah’ll be back laters on I suppose, keep the change fur me?”  the dusty stranger drawled.

“Thank-you kindly,” Wendell grinned over his paper and snatched the bill from the counter, quickly placing it in his pocket.

“Ah’ll be seeing you then” the stranger said over his shoulder as he left, the bell announcing the arrival of more dust and giving passage to the dirty man.

Wendell looked after the man as he left, then grabbed a broom to sweep up the dust that had blown into his store.  In the dust he saw that the man had been walking barefoot, which caused Wendell no small amount of annoyance; especially after he had put up the “No shoes, No Shit” sign up just last week.

Wendel busied himself with cleaning up the dust and then getting back to the daily newspaper.