Lisa-Lisa & Noncorean Jam

Last night, I couldn't sleep, finally did & slept in until 7:00 when the alarm clock alerted my beautiful Bumble Bee Girl that she needed to take her Synthroid. We waited the additional hour for her to take the rest of her meds, but I wasn't ablet to nod off. Finally, I fixed Trish her pancakes, the last of the old Aunt Jemimah. We waited around for the Perky Pam Layout to open, then walked over, myself feeling savage dread at confronting Cheri again.

Perky Pam put a spike into my vein & while Trish & I were waiting for Car-girl to give Trish her ride to McPizza McHut Lisa came upstairs. I asked if she was working today & she said yes, so Trish & I went downstairs & played War until Car-girl could move her fast machine.

Then the Noncorean turned to me with her marshmellows displayed & asked why I left Friday. I told her She then said, "That wasn't Cheri talking to you; that was me". I informed her that Nobodaddy had died & made her boss (got to get the paranoid priest-thoughts out of my mind). She then proceeded to yell at me at the top of her lungs about how I never do a chore.

I went upstairs to talk it over with Joe, who also knows Nobodaddy. He told me he'd already chewed the Noncorean with her mimsy borograves out for it, & if she did it again, she'd have to be asked to leave. I went out in the kitchen, where Lisa was fixing sweet & sour for all the burnt-out ash suburban men. She asked what Joe had to say & then Noncorean ran out the door cuz she couldn't have her way.

I stayed & pretty much stayed out in the kitchen with Lisa, talking about everything from the Internet to the Biggie Football. Then after the meal Cheri arrived, informed me that she'd chewed Noncorean's ass out for it. Lisa said that she'd done it again today, & it was agreed that if she ever does it again, Door. I loaded the dishwasher & will probably spend the afternoon re-making/re-modeling Relayer.

Ms. Iron Claw

Cheri has really done it. Friday when I was last at the Layout, I volunteerd to do a chore: wiping off tables. Then Colleen started to yell at me that I didn't have enough soap on the rag & Cathy that it was too wet. I blew up & walked off -- & Cheri told me not to bother coming back. I came home, waited for Doucher Insurance to open up, then dropped off the automobile insurance & picked up some food at Albertson's. The next thing that I did was to complain to Joe. He said that Cheri would be disciplined; hopefully, she'll be fired one of these days.

So my afternoon was shot & I had to watch movies rather than torment my typewriter. When Trish came home she really freaked out about it -- even though it was my problem, & wound up calling the crisis line. The woman who answered kept stressing that we needed to "put it in writing" which I thought was sort of a cop-out, that she wasn't really addressing the issues.

Saturday Trish took her batmobile for a cruise. Fred had recharged the battery a few days earlier, & she wanted to practice going to work & also getting some gas. She's still taking Xanax, that "experimental addictive antidepressant that ruins lives". (Couldn't believe Dave & Karen would take Battlefield Earth seriously.) Trish did a lot of cleaning, & we had to buy a bottle of magnesium at Albertson's, but we still have enough for lunch at El Taco Loco anyway.

chopped hog & spam

OK, so I'm procrastinating with the Invisible Hog, who's just been declared a Grand Master of Skiffy. That doesn't worry me -- the character is from The Mind-Warp Era (by W.C. Leadbeater), which might involve copyright issues with a comix publisher. Mostly, they don't like pre-existing projects or allow owner control. It's the spam that's worrying me, or actually, the spam filter. Norton sent me this automated thingy saying my virus protection needed to be renewed. Trish & I sent them a money order out of the Iron Claw Credit Union -- if they have a policy against money orders, they should say so. We kept receiving these auto-responses, so I finally emailed support. However, I've received no answer. I'm afraid the spam filter might have eaten the thing. This causes dread anxiety, not to mention anger: they should be willing to accept a money order. I suppose if they cancel on us we'll have to buy a McAfee out of spite.

cuz it makes me feel like I'm a man...

Suzanne takes you down to the Living Water, & the disciples were on mushrooms when He walked upon the water... so I saw Plush Suzette the other day & had my Risperdal cranked so the government conspiracies would go away -- wish we could do the same thing for Biggie & his Karen Relationship. At least I'm not stupid enough to believe in herbs.

In the morning, I edited QA & printed it up, along with a short cover letter to Analog. I then walked over to the Upstairs Layout. When I had my script I came back -- in incredible warmth for the winter -- & played old vinyl LPs for a bit, until the Bumble Bee Girl returned.

I Kentuckified some chicken & rice, then did a load of dishes. Fred came over after chior practice & put a battery charger on Trish's car. Just then Jeffer Auss arrived with a movie: Dracula 3000. It sucked.

I woke up around 6:00 once more. I can't tell if the Risperdal is working yet, & piss on I Ron Steele & the whole Science of Church-a-tology. Herbs are shit.

sketches of China

...& there was a warlord, he rode the murky depths of China...

So last night Trish & I went to bed the usual time, after Dr. Huffman jacked up her Klonopin (there is no such thing as a good Scooby) & Xanax (there is no such thing as a good skinny dog). I fell into a profound abyss, broken by the ring of the telephone. The first thing I did was say, "Shit!" & then, "It must be Joey!" I couldn't see the clock from where I lay beside my Bumble Bee Girl & thought it was 5:00 AM when it was actually 1:45. She wished everything would go "smoothly" with the illegal wiretaps, & told me that she'd be going on vacation until Feb. 5 for the Chinese New Year. She also talked to Trish a little bit. She's such a super-Kool person. I hope someday to meet her in person, without the fear that President Gas is all for President.

Dickless Wonder

OK, so we all know Perky Pam's replacement in the Ruthless Layout is pretty stupid & shouldn't be working the job. Usually her stupidity just shows up in her arguing ("I argue cuz I'm Indian") or her bad grammar ("Stay often it"), but this time she really crossed the line. Taco Tuesday she asked if my Bumble Bee Girl was having problems again, then, reflecting on the events that had caused our breakup, called me "a real basket case yourself back then". When Trish-uh! came by the next day she asked me to report it to Joe. Maybe if she insults enough people she'll get fired.

chicken it's a

Tuesday was TA day for me & Car-girl. Trish & I went to the Perky Pam Layout in the morning, following her session with Vickie. We had to wake Trish up an hour before usual. Car-girl finally called the Layout, but Brawny had already agreed to give Trish a ride to work.

Cheri insulted me while I was discussing Trish with her. I had to move Trish out after we'd lived together for nearly a year because Trish's illness went into Interstellar Overdrive, & Cheri said I "was pretty much of a basket case [myself] then; see, [she] remember[s], that's why [she] got a divorce". Cheri's a failure at everything she does; she couldn't even make it thru a 4-year nursing program in a no-name school.

Then I had to split because I had to meet Car-girl. I played with my keyboard awhile, the Beat Monster & Blue Sunday, then went to Albertson's for the 2-for-1 chicken. We went out to Pizza Hut to pick up Trish, & Car-girl had wings. So did the Bumble Bee Girl.

When we arrived home I watched Buffy with Trish, then put a couple breasts in the oven. Trish couldn't finish hers, so the ones we're marinating will last 2 days instead of one.

Trish took her bath after we ate & got out of the tub right when Mary called. We watched more Buffy -- Trish is going thru something, so I'm trying as hard as I can to pamper her. I think that some of it is worrying about me. Because President Gas is wiretapping me. He isn't very honest, but he's obvious at least.

& it's hey, babe, with your guardian eyes...

I wonder if my CHINESE friend Joey Hwang is reading this. If you are, hey babe with your guardian eyes, don't you know our friendship is true? I'm deliberately trying to write as much as possible to CHINA, just to fuck with the government -- though I suppose that the spike Perky Pam puts into my vein today will make the conspiracies go away. I just wish we could get Biggie the Blanket to do something other than self-medicate with real atomic submarines. John did get off the phone pretty fast last night when I told him about my friend in CHINA. Just because I have a friend in CHINA doesn't make me a TERRORIST. If anyone's a TERRORIST, President Gas is President Gas again.

sickness will surely take the mind...

Trish missed a day of work yesterday because of some kind of bug. It started Thursday night, when she called Trish-uh! to let her know that she couldn't do her TA thing Friday morning.

That same night I took 3 temazapam (Scoobies, leave me alone!) as the night before I'd awakened at 4:00 AM, so I slept in until 6:00. If nothig else, my "pills" are my Higher Power, & fuck Narcoholics Numinous. I'd rather sail the darkened seas in a great big submarine.

Friday morning, when Trish called Say-bra (who looks good without one, I guess -- but I just don't know), she went back to bed & napped until noon, while I tormented my typewriter & read my Benford book. (Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name) finally read a science fiction book.)

When Trish finally got out of bed, I fixed a brunch of eggs & pancakes, then she watched David Bowie until I went over to the vid-store & picked up her Britney Spears she had on back order, & a movie, The Wedding Crashers, which Trish liked but I thought was so-so. In the evening we had the last of our sketti & then watched FX until bedtime. Last night, I only took 2 temazapam but slept until 6:30 anyway. For the next couple days I'm taking 2, until insomnia really sets in, & piss on the Science of Church-a-tology.

Unfortunately, though, I think that I screwed up the vid-machine, so our Battlestar Galactica didn't record. Trish was disappointed, & went back to bed for 1/2 an hour, though she did eat brecchie & take her pills -- though she almost accidentally took her calcium instead of Mag-delay. This means that I'm alone with the computer until then. I may try to work on TC, but really need to work on developing a plot. Maybe if Ted writes a couple more scenes I'll get inspired.

...all for President

I think that someone in the NSA is trying to infect my computer with a virus, because I have friends in China. This morning, after I opened an email from someone from China on hotornot.com, my computer went wonky. Before this, I'd had problems with email being bounced. What happened today is that I was trying to read CNN.com, & the page was "unavailable", then when I tried again the machine started to run thru the history & connecting me to every single page on the link. This is really starting to fucking piss me off. Just because I like stimulating/horny/japanese things, I'm being suspected of being a terrorist. When I was young, we always heard (especially from my dad) how bad "Godless atheistic Communism" was because they didn't have "freedom". Fuck freedom, we don't have it over here, either. Until the day comes when I can smoke weed without fear of arrest comes, I have no freedom. President Gas is all for President!

21st Century Down-pressed Man

Well, if I'm feeling depression -- don't know for sure what it is yet -- then at least Trish isn't in that space of negative energy & painful suicide. Yesterday, after watching a disc of Buffy in the morning, she went into a whirlwind of activity & cleaned the house, starting in the bedroom; swept & vacuumed the front room floor, & did dishes in the kitchen.

I called Joe. First, Elena said he was working overtime, but that she was worried about Jerome, so I called John, who called back to say that he was OK, but Nobodaddy's heard from Biggie the Blanket. The dread Biggolith & the skinny dog are probably back in Florida visiting her parents, while Dave waits for spring to sow his herb patch. I wonder what kind of herbs he's growing? At least I write letters to President Gas about legalizing it. His reason for believing the gov't is after him is sheer paranoia.

But the alarm clock just rang. Trish will be getting out of bed in another hour to meet with Trish-uh! I don't know about Car-girl; her mother's sick. But even though I'm down-pressed, I'll try to work on TC some this morning. I may yet wind up at the Layout, Noncorean not withstanding.

Yesterday

Since I always write in this thing in the morning, before Trish is up, everything is yesterday in the never-ending journal on the edge of time -- the golden void speaks to me, & the wizard blew his horn.

So the day before today (no relation to The Day After Tomorrow, which the skinny dog thought was realistic) I woke up around 6:00, as usual. Trish & I had honey muffins for brecchie, & she took a shower while I listened to Retr0-active. Then Fred & Dan showed up, to take out the old record shelves. Dan mostly sat around & played guitar while Fred deconstructed the shelf.

After that we went out to El Taco Loco. The place was packed & they had someone new there, who screwed up our order: Trish wanted guacamole & sour cream on her cheese crisp, not her taco, & taco without lettuce. I wound up with the loaded taco. Then we sat around & drank Diet Mr. Fruity (such fruity goodness) until we got the chills. I took a nap when we were back home. I fixed chicken fried steak for supper, then Trish wanted to watch Xena -- the Risperdal is kicking into interstellar overdrive, so really & truly piss on Elron.

Trish wanted to shoot the Orgasm Death before bedtime, & though it was really & truly exciting, my illness interfered. I've decided that the wiretap really is court-ordered, which has had me depressed, though last weekend it started as mania & I had to get a spike into my vein. I want to see Doc Larocque for something for it. & yes, the Science of Church-a-tology can go fuck themselves. So can the skinny dog. Antidepressants are wonderful drugs which save lifes. They save lifes. Fuck the herbs which have been studied in China for 6,000 years. The skinny dog can cram them up her ass.

Dr. Boze

Yesterday, I had my eye appointment with the surgeon who's done my last few eye surgeries. That morning I had particularly blurry vision, & asked if temazapam could do it; that I'd had the dose raised -- he questioned why I even need sleep medicine & wondered if I could try to do without it. With President Gas wiretapping my phone, now would be the worst possible time to experiment with any of my psych medicine, & piss on the Science of Church-a-tology.

That had me upset, & with my vision still blurry, I was only able to read one chapter of The Martian Race; instead I watched Guitar Pablo until Karen picked us up for budget. We ordered a taco pizza when we picked Trish up from work, & for supper knew the muffin man.

Fred will be coming over either today or sometime next week to move out our old record shelves.

Boze still makes me mad. If I'm consistently waking up before 6:00 & as early as 3:42 I don't see what he's thinking. I realize people sometimes do get over-medicated, but right now my illness is kicking in & making it necessary to take the higher dose. Also, I had the pharmacist check out my meds -- everything I'm on can blur vision, so it'd be a mistake to fix something that works. & once more, piss on the Science of Church-a-tology.

Another Blue Thursday

OK, first thing, the spyware on the blog is getting to be pretty annoying, so please turn it off. I am NOT a terrorist or a dope dealer (nor are the 2 the same, no matter what Ashcroft may say), so please take this damn thing off my computer.

Yesterday, with Ted's problems writing leaving me little to do, & going thru moodswings from the wiretap, I went to Perky Pam's Place & hung out, with Noncorean avoiding me & Cheri cooking ribs. I brought a plate home for Trish, but with President Gas worrying me, I didn't write or read (new magnifying glass is a big help), just watched the Doors until Trish came home. After she ate we found all our info & took it over to the insurance company on the corner: we're changing policies in order to save 20 buckadingdongs a month. When we arrived back at the house Trish napped while I listened to the mono in dance mode. I started having a depersonalization experience so I just focussed on the music -- my only friend in those long years Timothy Leary was wrighting me.

After we were done with the new insurance, we went to Albertson's & used up 1/3 of the food stamp card. We ate our leftover spaghetti, then took our evening baths while listening to Retro-active. Mary called -- she's been having boyfriend problems -- we watched That 70s Show & crashed.

Trish has TA time with Trish-uh! this morning & I have an eye appointment, so I'm getting her out of bed now.

greetings from the Invisible landscape

The Invisible landscape, being beyond love & death, even being beyond God & Sisyphus, is certainly beyond the Science of Church-a-tology. Today in that landscape I will travel to the Invisible eye doctor to have my glaucona checked, even if I can't get dem God-made herb for it. I'll also be going to the Layout for lunch, as I'm sufficiently lacking in inspiration for TC to wait until Ted turns in his section. Beyond that, I'll probably just read until Trish is home, then watch TV.

Yesterday was terribly busy for Trish -- & the first time I tried out my new magnifying glass: I'm finally able to read again! Trish & I showed up at the county health nurse's office at 9:00 to have her ears cleaned, then was told her appointment wasn't until Monday. She rescheduled for 4:45 after her appointment with the eye doctor, who said her problem was the medication & not her old injury. Then, while waiting, I went online & as soon as I was off got a call: Trish was at the county health nurse & needed her Medicaid card, co-pay & 3:00 meds. I brought them over, & the nurse practitioner had the nurse clean her ears out. We ate at Taco Treat, then watched King of the Hill & That 70s Show before retiring early.

Shit & I have to do something about the spyware on my computer. The way it's slowing it down is ridicle-wurst.

Lisa-Lisa & Pearl Jam

OK, so it was Wilco & not Pearl Jam which Dan sent me for X-mas, but I'm making free associations because I'm mildly manic -- were it not for the spike into my vein Sunday I'd probably be pulling a Dave & screaming "Fuck the government!" right now. The thing with Lisa, though, is that yesterday she screamed at me over the telephone when I called the Layout about Trish's shot. I talked to Karen briefly about it, & about my trip to the ER. I need more haldol & fuck the Science of Church-a-tology, they kill more people than antidepressants do.

President Bush is all for President

I hope that the Science of Church-a-tology doesn't find out that (horrors!) yesterday I got a spike full of haldol into my vein; & piss on I Ron Steele whose short stories give you pain.

What happened is that yesterday when I was surfing the darkened seas I was reading about how President Gas has been wiretapping international calls without the benefit of a court order, & became suspicious that the NSA was looking thru such harmless trivia as Joey's me_and_my_aunt.jpeg (she cut her hair), the same way the people who put the spyware on my computer are slowing it down right now, even though they possibly don't work for President Gas.

So I sent a letter to news-tips@nytimes.com -- & when the email bounced, realistic fears led me to seek solace in a needle. Karen had me call the cab & take it up to the ER, with arrangements to pay Tuesday. We ate lunch there after Dr. Pareham had the nurse put a spike into my vein, watched movies all day & had a pizza from work. Kim came over, & we put on the subtitles for her.

God, I hope I can get this spyware off my computer soon. This is really starting to annoy me.