tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39306242011-06-30T20:59:18.320-07:00"What a pleasant monkey," she scoffed. I knew she was lying though because that monkey was definitely not pleasant, and besides she scoffed when she said it. I could read her dialogue...Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1131994346277532062005-11-14T10:36:00.000-08:002005-11-14T22:54:29.016-08:00

I'm a hard workin' manI wear a steel hard hatI can ride, rope, hammer and paintDo things with my hands that most men can'tI can't get ahead no matter how hard I tryI'm gettin' really good at barely gettin' byBrooks and DunnHard Workin' ManI remember this song, not for its catchy lyrics or insane danceable beats... of which it has neither, but rather for some uncomfortable one-sided conversation I

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1131717542761536842005-11-11T05:58:00.000-08:002005-11-11T05:59:02.773-08:00

I almost hit a deer on the drive to work this morning. I think I need to clean out my deer whistles on the front of the car. I left the house at 6:10 this morning so that I could get to work on time and avoid the Austin 183 traffic. It was still dark when I was driving, and my headlights have been acting all nutsy lately. So there I was driving, and all of a sudden there's this young stag right

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1131648466969231982005-11-10T10:47:00.000-08:002005-11-10T10:47:46.983-08:00

It bothers me that what I eat isn't always de-nutrified as well as I expect my body to process it. I mean, my body has had 27 years of experience breaking down food -- it should be a well-oiled machine by now. Emphasis on the oil, considering my current diet of unhealthiness.Yesterday I went to the bathroom, and it smelled exactly like the Chinese Food that I had eaten for lunch the day earlier.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1131515712969799712005-11-09T06:09:00.000-08:002005-11-09T06:11:21.466-08:00

I've started blogging again... and I think I know why. Why I haven't blogged since I was at Stupid U. earning a Masters in Worthless.I haven't had a "job" since then where I sat a computer all day. Yes I have had many days when I sat at a computer all day, but not in a professional setting. I found that it's having nothing to do at a job which inspires me to write and post. It's when I have

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1131475107732749362005-11-08T10:33:00.000-08:002005-11-08T10:38:27.743-08:00

I filled out so much information today for insurance and benefits and medical and accidental death and dismemberment and all sorts of forms and whatnot associated with a real job... I've probably even sold off my first born. There's really no telling.I'm pretty sure, that with so many things to fill out that I've never filled out before that I've gone ahead and marked something wrong. Checked the

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1131101612406135312005-11-04T02:53:00.000-08:002005-11-04T05:57:07.996-08:00

What's the fucking point of having a messaging service that allows you to converse with anybody at all if nobody is going to ever fucking respond. I know I'm nobody's Adonis, but for fuck's sake people, you could at least have the decency to acknowledge that somebody took the time to write you. That somebody took a few moments of their day to acknowledge your unique existence.I'm not here trying

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1130271735228444482005-10-25T13:21:00.000-07:002005-10-25T13:22:15.236-07:00

I'm a sucker for all of those stupid shitty flash game ads at the top of every page. I enjoy throwing coconuts at the monkey until he's mad and I like shooting the hearts and stuff. I then go and close all the tabs that opened up for the stupid pyramid schemes. How sad is that. I have actual games on my computer, but instead I'm doing this. What a waste of time.In other news I have a job

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1127197182635301482005-09-19T23:15:00.000-07:002005-09-19T23:19:42.640-07:00

So I found out that two of my best friends are now engaged, but I didn't find out because they told me... I found out on one of their blogs. Oh well. So it goes.Normally this would bother me as impersonal, but I'm trying to not let it bother me. In 12 hours I'll be on Wellbutrin or something awesome like that (not Prozac) so then it definitely won't bother me.Life is going ok... I may have a job

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1126139094275954202005-09-07T17:21:00.000-07:002005-10-13T23:43:45.196-07:00

Monkeyteers! I've got brand new lusciousness for you all. As promised in the last post I've got my podcast all set up and the first episode is ready to be loved.You can find it at [link and page removed].There are still a lot of bugs to iron out of the works, but for the time being it's ready to be sexed up. The longest part of the wait was getting the site coded up to CSS compliancy. Which is

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1124965971596974782005-08-25T03:26:00.000-07:002005-08-25T03:36:51.850-07:00

I've talked about changes to this page so many many times. I was looking through archives the other day, and I kept running across all of these pages that said "big changes are coming" or some silly shit like that.But then there were rarely follow-ups. Partly because there's no need to verbalize the changes people are seeing, but mainly because I don't think I completed a lot of those fabled

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1124857645939135622005-08-23T21:18:00.000-07:002005-08-23T21:30:13.996-07:00

Google Talk is up!It's Google's new Chat interface. Currently a very slender app, but many things are in store for it. What they are shooting for is a single app that will interact fluidly and seamlessly with any other chat app. But not like Trillian. It will be one system that is poly-lingual to every other chat system. That's the plan, I guess.If you have a Gmail account, then go to

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1123738490586347602005-08-10T22:33:00.000-07:002005-08-10T22:34:50.593-07:00

I miss my friends.All of them.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1122789560257239542005-07-30T22:53:00.000-07:002005-07-30T22:59:20.263-07:00

"You've got to spend money to make money.".Whoever said that was a rich man; only a rich person has the funds to make such a claim.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1121491137736818782005-07-15T22:17:00.000-07:002005-07-15T22:18:57.743-07:00

Harry goddamn Potter and the motherfuckin' Half-Blood Prince!Shit yeah!

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1121405357324891942005-07-14T22:06:00.000-07:002005-07-14T22:29:17.330-07:00

The town where I work digusts me. A haven for all things patriotic and Ameri-centric. A city obsessed with the flowing of the military industrial complex. And why shouldn't it? It's next to, practically part of, the largest military installation in the world.Every day, these people, these cogs in America's Army of One come into my place of business like they own the store. Like everything should

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1121132427229604802005-07-11T17:50:00.000-07:002005-07-11T18:40:27.236-07:00

So last summer I tried some of Coca-Cola's Atkins inspired C2.It claimed "Half the Carbs, Half the Calories..." The ellipse there denotes that there was more to the slogan, but the rest of the slogan was subjective. Half the carbs and calories is a fact. It says so on the USDA mandated nutrition label. The rest of the slogan was "& All the Great Taste." That is opinion, specifically, a marketing

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1120886203468781122005-07-08T22:05:00.000-07:002005-07-08T22:16:43.476-07:00

It occured to me earlier this evening why I don't feel so creative anymore. Why I feel like I'm in an idea slump.I'm not surrounded by diversity anymore.All throughout high school I was surrounded by lots of people interested in many disciplines. Sure, my friends were basically all artists in various capacities: Illustration, Writing, Music. But the majority of people around me did other things.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1118983962970084422005-06-16T21:41:00.000-07:002005-06-17T18:25:13.730-07:00

What do I want to be when I grow up?When we were kids we thought that. We daydreamt answers and saw ourselves doing awesome things. Saving kittens from fires, floating around in a rocket ship, helping people. Stuff like that. We saw ourselves growing into great benevolent adults. Those who put the welfare of others before our own. We were generous with our dreams.Now, people say it like it's a

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1117680737087130132005-06-01T19:42:00.000-07:002005-06-01T19:56:20.320-07:00

Where the hell are my much-promised ch-ch-ch-changes of April 27th you may be yelling... or at least thinking mockingly with a smirk.Well... not coming here. Yes I put up that flash splash that led you here (or didn't, depending on what link you followed), but I'm about to take it down, and let the monkeymanifesto be my (much neglected) blog.So then what's going on with the big redo? The grand

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1115696140438775362005-05-09T20:34:00.000-07:002005-05-09T20:36:36.023-07:00

My family sees only possibilities.I see only roadblocks.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1115181962871339742005-05-03T21:39:00.000-07:002005-05-03T21:46:03.163-07:00

Alright, so, under the assumption that I have any readership left, you probably noticed something on the way in. That's right, a brand new flash splash. There are still some bugs to iron out and some links to activate, but for the most part it's finished.Which is only the beginning. Soon, the manifesto will be an entire portfolio of my work, in the hopes that someone may hire me. I have all of

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1114622576829875672005-04-27T10:21:00.000-07:002005-04-27T10:22:56.830-07:00

Changes are in the works. A grand upheaval is taking place.Exciting things are happening.Hope you enjoy the trip.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1108017554692192352005-02-09T23:16:00.000-08:002005-02-09T22:39:14.693-08:00

In underwear commercials they show men and women dancing around in the underwear. In jean commercials there are people wearing the jeans. If they're selling soda, the actors are physically imbibing soda. If they're peddling toilet brushes, there's the brush actually brushing a toilet.When selling a material good, they generally show people actually using the product.So then why do they pour blue

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1106253047174179832005-01-20T12:28:00.000-08:002005-01-20T13:13:52.153-08:00

If I didn't live an hour away, I would totally be there. I may still be there, but I'll be late. I've got to get an oil change in my car. I'm a month overdue.Heh. I've got to get my oil changed so that I can go to the Anti-Bush rally. What literary device does that describe?I'll wear my Draft Dodger hoodie.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1106032373767311972005-01-17T21:20:00.000-08:002005-01-17T23:43:03.153-08:00

We sat on that old couch: she on my lap, slumped against my shoulder. She might as well have been purring.My hand was just inside her waistband tracing the structure of her iliac crest. My fingers moved back and forth over her smooth skin, tenatively sliding.Dorsal VentralCranial CaudalDorsal VentralCaudal Ventral CaudalEach fingertip whisper took me further and further towards the medial

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1105941447118817772005-01-16T21:51:00.000-08:002005-01-16T22:05:14.960-08:00

Ugly chick seeks hard fuck, looks not impt. - w4m - 2727 year old chick, big tits, short hair, not pretty at all (trust me, I'm trying to be honest. Dont write me and say oh I'm sure you're pretty, I dont wanna hear it)I want someone to come over, fuck me as hard as you can, then leave. No questions, no sweettalk, no strings. I am more than willing to meet you for a jack-off session...that really

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1105428193094607512005-01-12T19:22:00.000-08:002005-01-16T22:58:47.086-08:00

I'm expending effort but seem to be making little or no progress to achievement of a goal or an end.It would be helpful to have a goal.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1105428153676657982005-01-10T23:22:00.000-08:002005-01-16T22:52:07.583-08:00

I enjoy words. I enjoy looking up words and learning synonyms and antonyms. I enjoy reading honest-to-god definitions of words and finding out their true meaning. Or their meaning so far as Webster is concerned.My love of words. My logophilia even became a contention point is a past relationship. After the fact of course. Because most people are afraid to actually talk about things. It's easier

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1105425661914303622005-01-10T21:05:00.000-08:002005-01-10T23:30:04.736-08:00

Somewhere between Billy and the Vomit I got really drunk.The last thing I can clearly remember that night was everyone screaming at the top of their lungs about the political mindedness of the waitress and the businessmen following Dylan's advice. A big circle of people... well not that big because the party hadn't truly begun yet and many people clearly expected to be fashionably late. Or so

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1105335398950884462005-01-09T21:05:00.000-08:002005-01-09T21:36:38.950-08:00

I used to smoke.I used to smoke a lot. It was something to look forward to. Sometimes I wish I still did. It gave me a concrete, if tenuous, connection to other people. Something that I had in common with others.Non-smokers don't band together like smokers do. Smokers seek each other out; a malignant star of david hanging from their lips. They seek each other out and have a community. Camaraderie

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1105159735776164162005-01-07T20:21:00.000-08:002005-01-07T20:52:21.083-08:00

I sat in her car all night and wanted to cry.Me there, alone in the passenger's seat. The radio on, draining her battery. And all that I wanted to do was leak a little of my soul down my face. But I didn't. Or I couldn't. And I had no comprehension why.She'd given me her keys that day, because it was my day off. So for one of the few times during that humid summer I had transportation. I don't

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1104902301165251312005-01-04T20:09:00.000-08:002005-01-04T21:24:22.596-08:00

We sat on the porch inbibing intoxicants and eroding our livers once sip at a time. We talked and laughed and chained and listened to each other's stories. Sitting there in the brisk Stillwater night filling our lungs with nicotine and our heads with stories. We sang: the three of us. We sang McLean's opus to American rock and couldn't remember the words. Just the feelings of each verse.He was

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1104821309917307002005-01-03T21:31:00.000-08:002005-01-04T21:19:16.723-08:00

And there you are and you're 26 1/2 and even though you've always dreamt of being an artist you've had to abandon that dream because being an artist doesn't pay the debt that being an artist accrues.An there you are and you're 26 1/2 and every day you see that your circle of friends decreases in circumference more and more each day. And every time you move you notice that r is a constantly

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1103526654830748592004-12-19T23:10:00.000-08:002004-12-20T22:55:24.216-08:00

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1102774916168930882004-12-11T06:21:00.000-08:002004-12-12T07:56:25.706-08:00

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1102525392455581372004-12-08T09:03:00.000-08:002004-12-09T00:13:35.633-08:00

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1102400583329303782004-12-06T23:23:00.000-08:002004-12-07T08:02:45.260-08:00

Part One:Part Two:Part Three: Okay, so there where supposed to be three more posts here, but apparently Audblog doesn't like it when someone posts 6 concurrent messages. So I guess, in the future, I'll need to keep radio marathons down to 15 minutes...Which is more like a long-winded rant than a radio program, but eh...

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1102399218471172112004-12-06T21:58:00.000-08:002004-12-06T23:00:16.743-08:00

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1102294964566474452004-12-05T17:02:00.000-08:002004-12-05T18:17:45.206-08:00

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1102170205542143292004-12-04T06:23:00.000-08:002004-12-04T21:48:51.013-08:00

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1102146243480573752004-12-03T23:44:00.000-08:002004-12-04T05:24:00.476-08:00

Yeah, that's right. I stole the name of my post from the title of Diane Rehm's autobiography. And the two subjects are only slightly related if any at all... yeah, you heard me, I don't have spasmodic dysphonia.Wanna make something of it? Don't make me punch you in the throat.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1102144907659413792004-12-03T08:31:00.000-08:002004-12-04T05:07:49.176-08:00

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1101885948545820012004-11-30T23:25:00.000-08:002004-12-01T00:30:22.146-08:00

Maybe I'll reach the point where I actually come back in and transpose these audio posts, but for the time being I highly doubt that happening. Don't get me wrong, I really want to. I just don't have the time to sit down and steno these messages. Regardless of the fact that I think it would be totally awesome and multi-medial. I just can't devote that kind of energy right now.It'll probably

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1101798637753454102004-11-29T23:10:00.000-08:002004-11-29T23:46:48.640-08:00

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1101747387711857232004-11-29T08:56:00.000-08:002004-12-01T00:23:32.126-08:00

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1101190291864636362004-11-23T06:48:00.000-08:002004-11-22T22:11:31.863-08:00

How am I supposed to go to job every day where I never leave with a sense of accomplishment. I mean, for chrissake, I don't even know what I want to be when I grow up and when I think about it all that I see is a big blank shrug. I never feel like I've accomplished anything when I leave work every night. And now it looks like our hours are going to be pure hell after Thanksgiving.After

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1101191264078488622004-11-22T21:09:00.000-08:002004-11-22T22:27:44.076-08:00

I'm tired of hearing about so-and-so and how their blog and their internet popularity opened the door to a grand and beautiful publishing deal... What, am I supposed to be be impressed? Am I supposed to shit myself in Awe...Congratu-fucking-lations... you've turned your shitty little observations about life into a book chronicling your shitty little observations about life. Way to go, tree-killer

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1101020607970848662004-11-21T06:57:00.000-08:002004-11-20T23:03:27.970-08:00

I don't understand where Instinct comes from. Yes, I understand that Instinct is defined as:An inborn pattern of behavior that is characteristic of a species and is often a response to specific environmental stimuli.but what causes it?I realize that this a question that is almost certainly unanswerable simply by its own nature. But perhaps it's not. I mean, I didn't go very far with psychology

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1100620530058314922004-11-16T07:55:00.000-08:002004-11-16T07:55:30.056-08:00

An open letter to all those who work corporate.Dear Sirs or Madams:Be proud of your name badge. Wear it daily and wear it happily. It is who you are. It is what you do. It is what you stand for in this labyrinth of paperwork. This iconic plate of plastic, this laminated cameo. It is you.Display it for all to see, lest you be confronted by security. It is your key, your pass, your proverbial

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1100496248739994052004-11-15T06:11:00.000-08:002004-11-15T21:43:26.856-08:00

So I was reading Prevention the other day... yeah, I was reading that, it's a long story. So I'm reading this article and I was hit with the most profound piece of AARP journalism I've ever come across.It was truly groundbreaking.School bullies aren't the sad misfits, loners, and revenge-seeking geeks we thought they were, report UCLA psychologists who recently interviewed 2000 sixth graders and

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1100446900068942292004-11-14T07:41:00.000-08:002004-11-16T08:03:49.350-08:00

I'm not sure how I feel about this "not waking up at 4:30 in the morning". I don't have to be at work until 11:30, and my shift begins at 12:00. That's a lot of free time in the morning.I meant to get up at 7:00 this morning, but I kept slapping that alarm. Finally I got out of bed at 9:30... and now all of a sudden I'm rushed to begin the day. I'm rushing to get ready and eat, I'll be rushing to

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1100446739127243722004-11-13T07:38:00.000-08:002004-11-15T22:42:33.383-08:00

It's nice when your responsibilities on your day off include moving your possessions into storage. Putting together a jigsaw puzzle with your Nana, and watching movies with your mom.Today was nice. But it makes me realize that I miss a two day weekend. There's no time to feel that you've taken a rest from a work week. There's no time to go anywhere if you need to take care of something that'll

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1100446849861160092004-11-12T17:13:00.000-08:002004-11-15T22:42:17.373-08:00

Well we got out of the Transitional Queue this afternoon. We got to move all of our stuff up to our new desk area on the second floor. The real live Sales Floor. Where there's plenty of room and actual light coming in through actual windows... which, regrettably, I don't face. But I can turn around at any time and look out them and see all of the construction going on on I-35.Beautiful.It'll feel

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1100143288487891962004-11-11T02:29:00.000-08:002004-11-11T02:32:28.230-08:00

Why is it that the less you do all day, the hungrier you are?All that I do all day is sit. I sit on my way to work, I sit at work all day, I sit on my way home, I sit in the evenings, and then I lie down to sleep. I'm not doing anything physical right now, as I don't have the time to squeeze it into my busy schedule of sitting. Hopefully, next week, when they move our hours to 8:15 to 5:15 I'll

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1100129303937977162004-11-10T14:49:00.000-08:002004-11-10T15:50:43.660-08:00

I recently discovered Crafters Coast to Coast on Home & Garden Television, which not only has some cool stuff on it that I can do (much like my also-fave ReadyMade Magazine), but some of the girls on it are not only funny and weird, but super cute.So welcome to my first installment of Crafter Cuties.This is Anna Johansson from Somerville, MA.She makes super fun roosters out of cut up fancy tin

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1099966435036772672004-11-09T02:33:00.000-08:002004-11-10T15:43:58.623-08:00

Although I sang the praises of driving yesterday... I would like to counter it. Yes, I do enjoy driving in the mornings. It's peaceful and calming. It preps me to remain stressfree throughout the day.But it's killing my desire to work.I wake up at 4:30 leave my house at 5:20 and drive to work. I get there at 6:20 - 6:30, and then work all day until 4-ish. I say ish, because, even though our shift

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1099885747409893802004-11-08T02:32:00.000-08:002004-11-10T13:11:17.500-08:00

Perhaps you weren't aware of this, but driving to work at 5:00 in the morning with no one on the road and no sun and just the velvet blue of the the predawn sky is very peaceful. I think I actually enjoy it much more than sunrise. Sunrise is only beautiful from the right angles, but that deep Prussian Blue that slowly melts into a rich violet and subtle rose can be enjoyed regardless of your

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1099800361129007812004-11-07T02:31:00.000-08:002004-11-07T02:38:04.490-08:00

It's nice to have a job... but getting up this early in the morning is ridiculous. Luckily, all that I only have to worry about this schedule for a week. Next week my job will begin at 8:15, which is a 7:45 show up time... which is what I've been doing for the last two weeks.Of course by then, maybe I'll be used to getting up early and I'll keep doing it so that I can exercise at Building 2

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1099801357710400082004-11-06T20:06:00.000-08:002004-11-06T20:22:37.710-08:00

I was watching Terminator 3 earlier this evening... on HBO... which I don't actually have.So, although I don't really know what exactly happened at the end, I kinda saw it all happen through a haze of digital noise and white sound.I think I just ruined the movie though, because I only saw the last 20 minutes, and thusly, the end of the movie... no reason to watch it now. John Connor escapes the

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1099632981032095462004-11-05T03:07:00.000-08:002004-11-05T03:23:24.453-08:00

Do you see this?Never eat at Golden Chick."Why?" you may ask.Well, aside from the fact that it's just not very good, and that it always seems to be cold, and dry, and my mom once found fried hair in an order of tenders. Fried Hair! Aside from all that, you still shouldn't eat there. Even if you're drunk and wasted and really need some chicken.Look at that logo mascot!You know what that mascot

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1099545208041481532004-11-04T03:02:00.000-08:002004-11-04T03:47:50.303-08:00

I could bitch and moan and rant and rave... but that won't change anything.I can't even begin to imagine how much our one-time allies will hate us in four years. How much of a laughingstock we are to the rest of the world. Here we are, the most powerful nation in the world, and we use our incredible freedom of expression to choose a leader that can't even correctly pronounce all of the words in

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1099480763451309202004-11-03T03:19:00.000-08:002004-11-03T04:08:28.816-08:00

I hope you did, because I couldn't.It's a long story involving gnomes and trickery... but nevertheless the State of Texas wouldn't allow me to vote, even in a simple limited ballot with only the like issues between Dallas County and Lampasas County.Really, then, what's the point of being a state citizen, but's that's an argument for another day. The Electoral College should be tackled first.So

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1099372962643338762004-11-02T03:31:00.000-08:002004-11-02T03:51:09.216-08:00

Ooh, Fall Back... you chap my hide...Not that I don't mind getting an extra hour of sleep, or staying up an extra hour later, or watching the Mysterious 25 Hours of Scooby-Doo.It's the damn sunrise.Now don't get me wrong. I love the sunrise. Just not when I'm driving to work. It gets in your eyes and you can't see and all of a sudden there's a dead animal in the middle of the road that you can't

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1099286383106569932004-11-01T03:33:00.000-08:002004-11-01T03:36:02.110-08:00

It's been a while, hasn't it?Well I've been trying to get some things in order since I left school. Trying to find work, trying all sorts of stuff. Many things have happened in the last few months.Worked at a Summer Camp.Got suckered into a huge pyramid scheme job.Built a lot of websites, including this new layout.Left Dallas.Moved to Austin (-ish).Got a job with Dell.Yes indeed it's been busy,

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1088138011520206072004-06-25T16:05:00.000-07:002004-10-31T11:46:38.250-08:00

I was thinking what my Fantasy Vehicle would be, like if I had the power and money to get whatever I wanted. I really like the Prius, but I also really really like the VW Beetles... I have a soft spot in my heart for the Beetle, my first car was a '65 Classic Super Bug. I'd really like the Prius and the Beetle to get together and make babies. That would be my Dream Car, a Hybrid Engine

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1088122219535859402004-06-24T17:09:00.000-07:002004-06-24T23:14:39.916-07:00

So I saw this commercial earlier today... not sure what brand it was for, but it was touting some fruit and flakes cereal... because, lord knows, we don't have have nearly enough cereals out there combining the fruitiness of fruit with the flakiness of flakes.So there's a shot of the cereal and then a shot of the milk carton... then the cereal in a bowl then the milk carton... then a close-up of

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1087982174297163072004-06-23T02:14:00.000-07:002004-06-23T02:16:14.296-07:00

I'm 26 freaking years old...Happy Birthday to me.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1087982495491696712004-06-22T21:53:00.000-07:002004-06-23T02:43:38.103-07:00

Hey Monkeyteers, I've been coding ALL. DAY. LONG... trying to get this site done before my birthday... so that I could just go out and start posting on it without having to worry about major code issues.Only minor code issues remain right now... and really, those only have to deal with me writing out some information.Exercise NOW:my self promise to get in shape. If you want to join me, I welcome

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1087759378600525022004-06-20T11:21:00.000-07:002004-06-20T13:12:11.906-07:00

Nature's Tears EyeMist, have you heard of this?It's this bottle of techno-slang Tissue-Culture grade (whatever the fuck that is) Water that you mist (read: Spray) into your eyes. You hold this little canister and spray it in your eyes. What the fuck? This goes against every warning I ever received growing up about spray bottles and eyes.NEVER EVER SPRAY ANYTHING IN YOUR EYES!And the commercial...

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1087760614146505712004-06-19T08:37:00.000-07:002004-06-20T22:36:16.276-07:00

Today at the gym, TNT was playing Cujo... I'm not sure why the gym decided to keep it on as I'm sure there were many other things on that the channel could have been turned to. It was news, Cujo, news... those were the three channels... strange mix.I guess I'm wondering why Cujo was on at all... is it some sort of exercise motivator?"Whew, it's a good thing I'm exercising and getting in better

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1087589386065427452004-06-18T13:02:00.000-07:002004-06-18T13:20:56.596-07:00

Holy Crap!Not only did I just install the old CD-Rom and 1.44 Floppy from my old computer into this one...But they both work!Wicked Sweetness.I didn't want to put a 1.44 Floppy into this computer because, as far as I'm concerned, Floppy Disks are obsolete technology... Unfortunately though, all of my Short Stories, Poetry, Screenplays, AutoCAD assignments and other bits of whatnot are all on

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1087580720700340702004-06-17T10:03:00.000-07:002004-06-18T13:18:33.103-07:00

So, I turn 26 next Wednesday. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I don't know what's worse turning 26 or feeling 26... no I do know, feeling 26 is worse. And frankly I feel much older than 26. I'm out of shape and overweight. I'm self-conscious around my much thinner friends. I'm not looking to be some über-thin guy. Just a guy that feels good in his body and confident. And I know from past

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1087591506646803422004-06-16T09:12:00.000-07:002004-06-18T13:45:06.646-07:00

That itch between your shoulder blades, you know which one i’m talking about, the one that you can’t reach no matter how hard you try. No matter how long you will your fingers; despite what you rub up against (like the corner of a door or a wall or the banister in a stairwell).What would happen if you could reach it? Would it feel as good as when someone else scratches it for you or would it feel

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1087027956319569922004-06-11T20:13:00.000-07:002004-06-12T01:12:36.320-07:00

Why is it that the urge to clean my house only hits when I'm not at my house. I just wisked through the aisles of Wal-Mart picking up cleaning goods. Preparing for the great Organization...and now I'm home and I don't feel like it anymore.And yet my house is one big pile of cluttery mess. It's affecting everything I do. I need to finish my resumé, but not until my house is clean. I need to do

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1087030498621248572004-06-10T15:46:00.000-07:002004-06-12T02:03:32.070-07:00

What is the deal with cutting? I don't understand why it's this nation/generation-wide epidemic. And is this a generally new thing? I don't remember anything like this when I was 14/15/16. It seems to me that this is a new "fad"... but I could be completely wrong.Some 15-year-old girl called into LoveLine last night talking about how bad her "Cutting" is getting. Her family life is really rough,

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086795920788907922004-06-09T08:45:00.000-07:002004-06-09T09:21:22.836-07:00

Hey Monkeyteers, it's been a while hasn't it? It's like my ankle gets all healed up and so I stop posting because I'm ambulatory again, and no longer sitting at my computer all day waiting for a tendon to heal.Yeah, that's pretty much the case.So get ready for a torrent of posting updates. I haven't not been updating, I just haven't been publishing said updates... for really no reason other than

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086795055825518552004-06-05T05:19:00.000-07:002004-06-18T11:06:48.006-07:00

So I'm trying my hand at some Mashup Bootlegs. We'll see if I get any good at them.Here's my first ever.A little Catherine's Wheel mixed up with some Goldfrapp.Trains are Gonna SparkLet me know what you think.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086126732450265002004-05-31T20:29:00.000-07:002004-06-18T11:09:51.570-07:00

Can you do laundry in a Dishwasher? Like throw all of your clothing in the dishwasher, throw in some soap and have at it. I've dried socks in the microwave before, so I was just curious if there were any other kitchen appliances that I could put to use in non-kitcheny ways.I honestly can not see any problems with this, as long as you're washing things that can be washed hot. Like whites.Oh, and

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086126204037425462004-05-30T13:35:00.000-07:002004-06-18T11:06:05.836-07:00

Here's a Jewelcase Insert I designed for some band called Psychaesthetic.And here's the CD design.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086126081372287422004-05-30T01:02:00.000-07:002004-06-12T20:55:38.723-07:00

So Travis and I went and saw The Dark Crystal tonight at The Inwood. I never saw it in the theater when I was a kid, as it was deemed too frightening for my sister and I. I didn't see it for the first time until college... which is not the same thing as seeing it in a theater.hey had this raffle before the movie began. There's a unique number on every ticket stub.Do you see this? If this number

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086126074874220822004-05-29T10:17:00.000-07:002004-06-18T11:19:24.006-07:00

"Choose a job you love and you will never work a day in your life."-- ConfuciusOh Confucius, if only it were true... well maybe it is true, but it should go hand in hand with:"If you choose a job you love, you'll probably be self-employed."-- Kruxy

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086126785687061522004-05-26T11:03:00.000-07:002004-06-12T20:54:50.580-07:00

Speaking of things I've eaten. Once in undergrad I got the bright idea to eat the campus paper one day. I believe my quote was, "In 24 hours I'm going to put this paper where it belongs."I got through 2 1/2 sheets before the pulp newsprint and ink started making me ill. Chewing on newspaper is like dumping concrete in your mouth. It never gets mushy enough to comfortably swallow. It just keeps

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086126434265551022004-05-25T12:13:00.000-07:002004-06-12T21:01:33.820-07:00

I've known a lot of girls in my almost 26 years on this earth. I'm sure many of you have known a lot of girls in your time as well... have you ever thought:How many of those girls have posed nude or moreso in photos that are circling the internet? And assuming that girls I've know have posed nude or moreso... how would you even begin to track that down?Curiousity really... I've known a lot of

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086126985002341652004-05-24T16:46:00.000-07:002004-06-10T19:31:53.553-07:00

So I have one of those Belkin Recording Devices that plug into the top of the G3 iPods. Very Handy, it is. It's freaky strange. It's completely Plug and Play (blah blah Apple v/s PC) and doesn't need any sort of software, unlike the iTrip. I plugged it in, and immediately my iPod was all ready to record. I wish it had a name though, other than the Belkin iPod Voice Recorder. How boring is that

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086126370818634832004-05-23T09:44:00.000-07:002004-06-09T10:16:37.840-07:00

Once, in Junior High I believe, I was bored and couldn't sleep so I got out my sketchpad. I'm sitting up in bed, got my desk lamp bent over me so that I can see what I'm doing. And I'm doodling and doodling and sketching nothing in particular, just wasting some time until I get tired.Then inspiration hits. In my head I can sea clearly what it is. How each line will lay. And for the first (and

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086126280883339582004-05-22T17:21:00.000-07:002004-06-09T09:43:19.196-07:00

... yep I made some fucking typos in my scathing exposé on McDonald's own typos.Betcha feel like a fucking god for pointing it out. Like you're fucking Lynne Truss (*shudder*). Like you should be lauded for your grammatical expertise.What I find interesting is that while I've received comments, emails and real live verbal conversations regarding my transposition of verbs and prepositions, I've

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1086125909096916422004-05-21T14:38:00.000-07:002004-06-09T09:25:41.903-07:00

Have you heard this commercial from the Boston Medical Group? It's a message from our sex drive. Pretty much our sex drive is bitching because we can't get it up anymore... or some shit like that.In the commercial, the announcer says, "If you're having difficulty achieving and maintaining sexual performance..."What the fuck is "sexual performance"? Why are they being so mysterious about it?Later

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1085069938550503722004-05-20T09:14:00.000-07:002004-05-20T09:50:09.533-07:00

Great Golden Buddha! Check it and Bask!$4.80 mo-fos! I'll be eating like a king for Weeks! On a 5 spot! Yeah yeah yeah.Oh, and pretend that you're a Fortune 500 company and you are pouring millions into a Nation Advertizing Campaign touting Health and a big-name healthy Spokesperson. Don't you think that you would employ an editor or two to catch little typos so that you didn't look stupid?I

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1085057061270744602004-05-19T15:31:00.000-07:002004-05-20T07:22:40.436-07:00

Or perhaps, this is more your style...

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1084941461677413492004-05-18T21:37:00.000-07:002004-05-19T10:45:43.990-07:00

I've received approximately 350+ distinct page views in the last 24 hours... My brother was pimping out the Monk E Mart in a Something Awful forum.Sweet bejeebers... that's a lot of freaking traffic. Makes my skull spin.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1084842239011855732004-05-17T17:52:00.000-07:002004-05-17T18:03:59.013-07:00

Driving along in my Hybrid, using only my electric engine and no gas, I saw a Hummer with a tacky plastic "For Sale" sign on the back. It practically screamed "Turns out I can't actually afford this." Apparently, H2 sales have been declining for eight straight months. Similar situations with many other brands of largest vehicles. Hopefully, high gas prices will also "drive" people away from

natural toolsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-108477648736603572004-05-16T23:47:00.000-07:002004-05-17T01:04:47.070-07:00

I can't tell, individually, if women are attractive anymore. Yes, women are attractive, but I can't discern on a case by case basis anymore. I guess, what I'm asking is, do I have good taste in women still, or is singlehood clouding my perception?Take this girl tonight for instance. Fun little kicky dress. Nice legs. Okay hair. Unfortunate glasses -- (the kind that people wear when they either

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1084751259783276852004-05-16T16:31:00.000-07:002004-05-17T04:26:45.056-07:00

Just how useful is Monster.com in finding a job. Or perhaps that's not the problem. The problem it would seem is my education. Considering the amount of things I know, the education I've received... it would seem that employers would be clamoring for me... but they're not because my education had no focus. Yes I have a BA, but in Theatre... what the hell good is that for? I don't have my MFA in

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1084683155177785702004-05-15T21:52:00.000-07:002004-05-16T22:28:03.150-07:00

So I got a "woo" on OK Cupid... which, if you've never been there, is a completely free dating site. Like completely free. You can email other users for free! You don't even need to be single though to take the test and find out what kind of relationship you are. It's from the guys who started the The Spark, which doesn't get a hotlink because Barnes & Noble owns it now and it's not as cool...

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1084683209978405682004-05-14T19:12:00.000-07:002004-05-17T03:35:16.553-07:00

"So you're sure you didn't do anything to it?""Yes.""You didn't exercise too much?""No, I haven't at all.""Because last week you were all gung-ho about exercising again.""Well I didn't."That is the third time that conversation has taken place regarding my ankle...not three minutes later..."She said I'm too introspective.""Well you are. It's time to stop being introspective. You had all of college

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1084683243940783242004-05-13T15:37:00.000-07:002004-05-16T23:14:04.463-07:00

Is it possible to just forget how to use part of your body? Like you wake up one day and can't remember how to lift your arm or wiggle your fingers... or in my case flex your ankle. I know what the feeling is like, I suppose. For example, it's possible to wiggle your nose (like Elizabeth Montgomery) or your ears (like Rhett Butler)... there are muscles there that will do such a thing, but I

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1084405565649026192004-05-12T16:42:00.000-07:002004-05-12T16:46:05.650-07:00

They can make me better, stronger, faster.... Look at those sweet-ass Penguin Pajama Pants! They're wearing little bathrobes! Awesome.

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1084349077623107912004-05-11T23:53:00.000-07:002004-05-12T01:48:28.106-07:00

Ain't nothin' better than being plugged into the wall. Well, that's how it feels right now, what with dragging this extension cord around my apartment. It's close enough to actually being physically plugged into the wall. I have a heat pad wrapped around my ankle, held in place with an ACE bandage. The cord coming out is plugged into an extension cord, because there aren't enough outlets

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1084311482884525132004-05-11T14:11:00.000-07:002004-05-11T14:38:02.883-07:00

I thought that I was at a point where I had nothing to say anymore. As the days upon days upon weeks went by where I never posted... as each day went by I was more and more entrenched in the belief that I had nothing more to say.But really, I guess all it just needed was a good punch in the chops... talking that is. As of late I seem to do nothing but talk, so I guess that's a good thing. It's

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930624.post-1084268895944934022004-05-11T02:53:00.000-07:002004-05-11T03:14:03.396-07:00

So you found a girlWho thinks really deep thoughtsWhat's so amazing about really deep thoughts?I used to think that Tori... but not anymore. I used to want a girl that had really profound thoughts and shared them with me, but as I've mulled it over in the palms of my brain, passing the concept tangibly from hemisphere to hemisphere, I don't anymore. I'm afraid that I'll never be enough for a

Michel Dnoreply@blogger.com