Tuesday, March 28, 2006

The System

It bugs me that Democrats and Republicans alike proclaim that Democracy is the superior form of government.
While I see their point, to a degree, clearly there are some loopholes in our current government (insert gripe here and feel free to laugh at the gross understatement).
Why discount the prospect of new, alternate systems?
Complacency is so prevalent, mass opinions swaying according to authoritative (corporate and otherwise) whims.
Can we not imagine a better way--beyond Star Trek?

Friday, March 24, 2006

Freaky Friday

Last night I went bowling.
I woke up this morning, thinking it was Saturday and at around three, Hecate told me it's Friday.
It was creepy: as though everything was black and white all of a sudden, and Rod Serling came out of nowhere and started talking.
Maybe that's what bowling does to you.
Or maybe it was those wild dreams I had last night, which bled into today.
It's a little embarrassing. But at least I gained a day.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Alicia's Republic

Hey Socrates.
Hey Alicia.
When I was on Larry King Live a few months ago, I insinuated that society hasn't progressed much since your day. Was I wrong?
Yes. Certainly.
But reading your conversation with Plato yesterday, your discussion seemed pretty relevant to current social issues. Would you agree?
Totally, dude.
And would you agree that although mankind has proved fairly corrupt, historically, there is still hope for social justice and reform?
Excellent. And what of individuals? Would it be blindsighted to say that individuals are engineered to favor justice over injustice?
Hell yeah.
Our conversation is beginning to remind me of that song Kool Thing by Sonic Youth. Would you agree?
Word up.
Are you going to agree with all of my questions?
Yes. Absolutely.
Do you think I'm cool?
Thanks, Socrates. Talking to you sure beats consulting the Magic 8 ball...

Thursday, March 16, 2006


So yesterday I drank a lot of coffee, and while walking, wrote on a matchbook:

While garbage dumps fill, the insatiable emptiness of the individual remains unfilled.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Lean Back

It's amazing: when one, with a propensity toward reactive behavior, while in a milieu, charged with psychic dynamism, finds one's self effortlessly "clicking" into an Observer's Mind.
One, therein, is a surprized witness to the natural order of things; and sometimes Nature's scale may level abruptly.

Friday, March 10, 2006


This marks the fiftieth entry of Don't Shoot The Messenger. So whether you're a subscriber or you're just tuning in now, you have a reason to celebrate.
Thank you for your support. And Glory be to The Great Lords Of The Abyss!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Glad Acceptance

The other day someone asked me if I was happy. Happy?
I do not find glad acceptance in certain aspects of life. I do not suffer fools gladly or accept what I read in the newspaper often.
In short, I struggle with injustice on a social and personal level a lot of the time, and thus long to be part of the Justice League.
It seems that making peace with man's proclivity for greed and cruelty could be liberating, and might result in glad acceptance if not happiness.
Yet how does one accept life's many injustices and still find the fervor to advocate change?

Monday, March 06, 2006

Hijacked by Joe Wimpster!

So last night I was drinking with my buddies on the LES/ Williamsburg and I ran into this chick named Lecy. She said I would write about my night in my blog the next day (today) and that when I did, it would be f*@kin boring.

Me: Oh that's original, Lecy! You're like a broken Hole record. If I'm so boring, why do you engage?

Lecy: I try not to but you're always all up in my grill. Besides, you hijack my blog, Joe, and I have a V for Vendetta.

Me: Yeah. And when I hijack your blog, it's good for once!

Lecy: You're messing with my blog's delicate eco-balance.

Me: No. You're a cranky witch who takes herself too f*@kin seriously. Unlike you, I am capable of having fun!

Lecy: Then make like Santa Claus and go back to your "fun" (aka drinking with your frat buddies and picking up dumb boring chicks).

Me: Frat? Wha--?! You're just jealous of all the chicks who want me.

Lecy: You're right. I'll try to act more dumb and boring in the future, and throw myself on more guys like you.

Me: That would be a nice change...

Lecy: Talk to your hand, Joe.

Me: It's talk to
the hand.

Lecy: No. Talk to
your hand. It's the only thing that's gonna be keepin you company later on and the only thing you can relate to.

Me: You don't know sh**. I get laid all the time. All the time. And if I can't relate to anyone, why is it that when I see you, I'm always with my buddies and you're always alone?

Lecy: Men are pack animals and the witches are busy tonight. Besides, why do I always have to have somebody around me. You're like that guy in
Basket Case with that siamese twin/ appendage that gets cut off. And he carries it around in a basket and it attacks people...

Me: I know the movie, Lecy!

Lecy: But you have two siamese twin/ appendages and two baskets...

Me: Okay, okay! Stop. Jeez.

When suddenly, on the bar TV,
Crash won for Best Picture!

Me: Whoa!

Lecy: Yawn. I'm going home. I hope you and your cowboy buddies aren't too upset by the upset.

Me: Again, very original humor. Good luck recessitating the Riot Grrrrrl movement.

Lecy: Good luck chasing all the Lilith Fair cotton ball heads. And Spring Break's just around the corner!

She left. Then, me and my buddies partied till dawn and met these hot chicks. It was rocking--anything but boring!

P.S. When I win for Best Actor at next year's Oscars, Lecy, I'll know who
not to thank! I'm the m.f.in man.


Saturday, March 04, 2006

We Are As Clouds

Sometimes life seems symbolically heightened. This may cause awe or just plain anxiety.
Sometimes the only change seems to be no change, and thus one is anxious about the impending change to come.
Shelley says, "Nought may endure but Mutability."
Similarly, my Dad says, "The only thing consistant about golf is inconsistancy."
But when one hears "Fore!" one's instinct says "Duck!"

Friday, March 03, 2006

The Regular

For two years in high school, I ate at the same restaurant almost every night (and for brunch on Saturdays).
The Good Earth was located at the Glendale Galleria in Glendale, CA., about a twenty minute drive from my apartment.
For dinner I would have either the Planet Burger or the Twelve Summer Vegetable Soup--always with a Good Earth Iced Tea.
For Saturday brunch I'd have a large bowl of granola.
As I usually dined alone, I think the waitress felt sorry for me; after awhile, she stopped charging me for everything but my Good Earth Iced Tea.
When I read that David Lynch stopped at the Toluca Lake Big Boy for a chocolate milkshake every day at four o'clock, I was comforted.
Being a regular is easy, though it also demands a certain diligence.
And "comfort food" takes on a whole new meaning.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

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