"When rain come, they run, hide heads", said Chief Joseph, who had sought Past Masters Volume 2 for as long as he could remember.

i have been working too much. i have been taking up slack for others, who are stupid and terrible. it is atrocious that i care to take up slack for others, and it is atrocious that i care that they are stupid and terrible.

last night i did not have to take the "on-call" phone. the "on-call" phone is the phone that everyone calls for any kind of problems at all sorts of hours of the day, and autumn is the busy season. i am glad to have not had the "on-call" phone again last night.

me and ken walked to orange street to see a band called mono. mono are exactly like explosions in the sky, except that they are japanese. i think that mono and eits are laboratory amalgams of mogwai and godspeed you black emperor!, who are the preeminents. no one cares what i think about anything.

the other day we were coming back from lunch and there was a homeless man with a cardboard sign with a long message on it. i made a joke about the man affording a sharpie. i don't think it was a tasteful joke.

yesterday at lunch, dan was talking about hunting boars with knives. i made a joke and the line was "squeal like a boy, pig!". that is a line from a movie, except i switched the last two nouns around. i also used a ridiculous southern accent.

my friends at work only like hunting and talking about buying houses and guns and building cars from scratch. my friend outside of work only really likes computers and heavy metal and tennis. no one has a weird sense of humor. it is a lonely place. someday i will leave. in the meantime i will shut myself in like robert johnson, i will emerge with blues emanating from fingers and throat. except i am white and bourgeoise, so the blues will actually be yellows. or greens.

the other day i left chivalry in the car, with the windows rolled up. it was empowering, because i like to be a piss-ant sometimes, and a lot of chivalry just to avoid giving a bad impression of your character seems more and more pointless.

i miss my cat, but i am very masculine.