Blog A Log

The date... July thirty first, two thousand and six. Twenty six years and some odd months from the day that evil was accidentally unleashed unto this earth. Pandora's Box was foolishly opened in a hollowed out jungle by a foolish young couple, on a dirty thatch mat, on a ragged, uneven dirt floor, with dried grass and leaves scattered about as rats and other parasites foraged through yesterday's now rotton substinance. The rancid stench of birth in the air is only intensified in the overwhelming humidity that tries so lovingly to suffocate your lungs. Breathe it in friends... that's the smell of life... and tuberculosis. But more importantly life. So when you're done visualizing the silver lining in an otherwise dire situation... go get that tuberculosis test shot, the one that makes your arm look like someone shot you with a BB gun. Real close like. Maybe two feet away. Approximately 61 centimeters for you readers in outer space and foreign countries. Close enough to be considered point blank, unless you're an ass who's a stickler for details. In that case, you're probably groaning cause I'm rambling. But if it weren't for rambling, I'd have nothing to write. The story continues next time, as for now, we once again venture into the psyche of the animal known as the Jobbernaut. Let's visit another nugget in my head. Ready??? "Hmmm...", thought the farmer. "Could life get any worse???" His best cow lay there, near death, underneath the old apple tree, or rather what was left of it. Years of drought had left the tree unable to produce anything that would resemble fruit for many years now. What remained were a few ragged and twisted branches... just enough to provide a small confort of shade for an old dying bovine. The time hadn't even reached 8:30, yet the temperature had risen to an already uncomfortable 94 degrees. Today will be the 4255th day in a row that the farm has seen such high heat and unbearable humidity. "Hoh hoh hoh hoh", the old farmer laughs to himself as though cracked in the head. His lungs struggle as he breathes in the heavy air. Year after year, he watches powerlessly, as his whole life spirals away from him, everything he knows taken away from the God forsaken hellish heat. Every day he wishes for death, only for death to ignore him and grant heavenly release for everything but him. And I'll finish that later... if I want to. Hahahahaha. I'm stoopid.

... and now for a weekend update

Hello again everyone... all none thousand of you. Here I am to update myself to the none of you that read this. Me trying to learn Japanese is going pretty well, although without anyone to practice with, it gets kinda boring and such. I guess I'd rather have another set of ears because in my head, I think that my pronunciation is spot on perfect, but it would be mighty fine to have someone listen to me and then to further correct my dumb ass. Just in case I am offending someone's family and/or The Shaolin Temple. In either case, Bruce Lee would come and kick my sorry ass, and I wouldn't want to interupt his intense Mah Jong game with Tupac, Biggie and Steve McQueen to in order to do so. Anyways, learning one language is kinda dull in my humble opinion, so I decided that I'm gonna go ahead and try to also learn Mandarin Chinese and Korean on top of the Japanese lessons that I have tasked myself to accomplish. Ni Hoi Shwo Poh Tong Hwo Ma??? Hai, watashi wa skoshi hanasemas.... demo mada jyozu ja arimasen. Anata wa nihongo ga wakarimaska??? Hwo Hwoi shwo yee thyar. I guess that's a romanized conversation between a chinese dude, speaking the "common language" and a japanese cat, wondering if either of them speak the other one's language, and they both can speak it... but only a little bit. So far, I've been able to learn a little bit faster having to try and learn multiple languages at the same time. The harder my brain works to keep things seperate, the easier it is for me to retain stuff. Why this method didn't work for me in college is beyond me... maybe it was because I wasn't interested.