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12/18/2002Yes, my life has returned to normal for now. I just spent the last two days puttering around the house and I have returned to a normal sleep schedule. I can't for the life of me belive that anyone can function normally when they are sleeping from 5am until noon everyday. I think that I finally got the smell of Red Bull out of the house. Monday morning saw the departure of all of the recycling. While the Ho was still sleeping I got up and wandered around with a slight hangover in my Old Navy flip-flops. I saw all the recycling sitting there and thought that maybe I should haul it myself and collect all of those nickles...but that would be a lot of effort. So I took it out to the curb along with the garbage and forgot about it. Of course the recyling truck doesn't come until around two or three in the afternoon so inevitably the bums get to it first. I think it was about an hour later that some guy found the motherload. He didn't even take all the bottles because he didn't have enough room in his shopping cart.
I've seen these guys trying to get the fully-loaded carts down the hills without losing control and slamming into something. It is quite amusing. Some of them stand in front of the cart and lean back slowly but surely inching their way down the hill....then there are the ones that stand at the top of my street and let the thing go; running down the hill after it and looking exasperated when it slams into the retaining wall and spills all the bottles. Then they have to spend the next half hour retrieving the lantrified bottles and repairing the dented shopping cart. I actually saw one guy ride the shopping cart all the way down a long hill and not fall off or crash...kudos to him.
I was hoping that all the partying that we were doing might scare off the possum that has been living in my basement. I wouldn't really care that there is a possum down there at all except that he started chewing the insulation off the heating ducts recently. The first time that I ran into him was on the back porch...it was pretty late at night and I went outside for some reason...don't really remember why...there he was sitting there eating the cat food and looking at me with his mouth gaping. He seemed to be trying to hiss at me but nothing was coming out. I grabbed a spare 2x4 scrap from the dining room and went back outside to thwack him. He ended up the loser in that exchange. The next time I saw him I thought he was the cat...but he was running away this time...I guess he remembered the 2x4. I chased him a little but he ran under the house and was gone by the time that I retrieved a flashlight to find him. Anyway, I guess I'll have to ask my mom to bring a trap down with here when she's here for x-mas.
12/16/2002 Well, I think that Mobile Sanitorium II has started to wind down. I'm currently hepped up on coffee and thinking that I need something useful to do so...here I am writing a web page. I pirated the layout from some guy. Thanks Mr.
Elia, you left me a wounded soldier...the swine variety...so I sit here with vamp gums, finishing your prey.
Actually I think I really like this layout...it seems to be nice and simple...yet elegant. Pretend that I am standing to one side of the page admiring. Spongebob w/ a magic pencil. Three Beattle's albums in the background so far. I hope that we aren't keeping Dory up tonight. Last Night I wasn't really able to sleep for a long time. I was a little annoyed at the time but it's all good. I think that I need to remember what's important here. Gotta make the sacrifice for the sake of the Sanitorium. Actually, the best solution probably would have been to stay up and have some coffee, then go to work as smacked-out as I was for most of the day on Saturday. I still think that someone may have slipped me the Mickey...never really understood that phrase, but I think I am using it correctly. I've had a little too much wine to really be writing.
It makes sense though that I should be writing an account of the Sanitorium happenings while I am drunk. There is no better way. Maybe I'll continue this at a later time....
Yeah, the Citrona zone. Citrona is really hard to get down. That's the consensus of the Ho, Yuf and Spanky. It is a beverage for drunk sorority girls who need somthing sweet to suck on. No other possible uses....possibly paint removal. ultrahot Citrona salsa, the newest product of S.F. taquerias. It'll give ya' heartburn in notime. Do not dispose of Citrona in sink. May be toxic. Warning do not smoke in the immediate vicinity of this beverage. For proper disposal bring Citrona to your nearest Gas station or Toxic reclamation site. Do not store near batteries.
12/16/2002 12:36 AM The Spankranch Porch- The Ho and Spanky realize that rain doesn't always fall...sometimes it just goes sideways indefinitely. It's rough on the porch. Ho is a slave to nicotine...Spanky retreats from the horizontal rain into his ranch house.
"The demographic of Cryptic? is nobody" - Yuf
"blah blah blah booty blah blah blah booty blah blah booty" - Ho's funk lyrics.
Da Ho - As the Spankster said, "yeah yeah yeah." The rain is blowing sidways.
It's like we're in the middle of the Pacific and the storm is raging all around. Don't even think of stepping out. The fireplace is stoked fire warm and high. Energy. Yuf, 6 of 10 on the life meter but now he's a few cozy hours away from a flight to S. Barb. I'm four hundred thirty five minutes and fled. The magic Cali night, night of your wet thrills is spooning away at ya and all that dirty English funk. Roll back. Slow down. Blowup. Damn...
Ok. I'm bored with having the same old shit on this
site all the time. I want things to be more interesting from now on...so it is
going to have to be a little more simple. I'll write something and if you like it or even notice
it let me know...eric@phutu.com
My life has been none too thrilling over the last few weeks...I
am continuing with the construction slowly. I am making progess,
but sometimes it doesn't seem like it. Today I passed the first
of the electrical inspections, which will allow me, along with
a couple other upcoming inspections to finally start putting the
drywall up. So really, right now I am waiting for the engineer
to get his butt in gear and finish things up so that I can go
down to the building department and get the revisions to my plans
submitted. Damn engineers :-)
We actually had Thanksgiving here at my house (my family and
Dory and I) which was much less difficult than I thought that
it would be. I envisioned a nightmare with all the cooking that
we were going to be doing but it wasn't too bad. My mom brought
down a bunch of tables and some extra chairs and we had a three
day camp set up in the main room. My dad drove down and back
in one day....ugh, I would hate to do that. I made apple pie
for the first time and it turned out really well...of course my
mom gave me some tips about the crust.
Mr. Newbury is hanging out in San Fran this whole week. Last
night we got a little drunk and walked about twenty blocks down
to a bar where there was supposed to be a really cool dj. I was
looking forward to a really cool evening of funky tunes....alas
the bar was a dive; the dj was pretty good, but the sound system
wasn't...so you could hardly hear the music over the drone of
the patrons. This weekend promises to be quite an adventure with
a large chunk of the ol' gang showing up. I'm hoping to get at
least one of the two days off but I haven't asked Bill yet.
I've been thinking that I ought to do something more interesting
with my website than what it is at the moment...I want to do something
that really looks cool, but it will probably just be a bunch of
my photos. Actually, i have this problem with it...at least in
my head. I want people to look at it from time to time but I
don't think that "people" will so I am discouraged from
making it cool...hence people will not be interested since it
is never updated and in general just boring...catch 22
did you ever wonder where that phrase came from....catch
22....hmm.
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