Life, at times, is full of simple pleasures. Lately it's been blowing stuff up real good.

My other car just happens to be a Bonneville...if it only had the same weapon loadout; I'd be a happy man!

Just recently I've had to deal with some pretty despicable behavior in the workplace and my personal life and I really have the need to vent. I don't think it's fair that I only seem to be venting in this log these days...but I promise to get over it soon. I don't really dwell on this stuff, but there ARE times when it helps to type things out. I'm sure some of you have felt this, otherwise I wouldn't subject you to it.

For those of you who only know me from what I write, I'm much easier on the psyche when I'm talking to people in person. I try to be kind and helpful, almost genetically tend toward reserved and understanding even though at times I don't want to be, and though I HATE the word, I've been called a 'nice' person more than once in my life. Those of you who read this actually see and interact with a side of me that is not obvious to many. A girlfriend of mine once told me it was because I just needed time to get comfortable with people before I began actually *telling* them what they were saying was a load of shit instead of just thinking it and nodding understandingly. Of course, you could also equate it with not picking your nose in front of company, or trying not to fart in church. I leave that to you.

However, many people that I interact with through my job make the mistake of equating kindness with weakness; being helpful with being easily manipulated; understanding with gullible. Then when the door slams shut on long, protracted discussions....sessions of understanding dialog suddenly take on the air of hopping blindfolded through a high school gym filled with sharp-toothed bear traps, they get offended, insulted, and wonder where the helpful old me went.

They burn up their currency with me by being treacherous, lying assholes patting themselves on the back for how well they've mastered the proverbial 'mind-fuck' in the work place, too wrapped up in keeping their Amazon Mud Slide of deceptions from sucking them under while preening their egos in the perceived reflections of the insecurities of others that they don't even notice I've dropped them in the grease until they're checking their laces and notice that smell is them. And then they get angry because they thought they could 'trust' me.

Yea, trust me let you use me as a step ladder....stop yer whining Skippy...just a few seconds ago you were bragging about how you could talk anyone into anything, how weak minded people were. Now you're all done save the Lowrey's salt and you're crying foul?

To quote Bugs: "Think fast, rabbit." Because you are now ON the  menu.

I feel better now...thanks for reading this far.

The irony of Sunday gives way to the drudgery of a Monday; though at times, as endless as the problems I'm tasked with solving seem to be, I feel a bit like Jane Jetson complaining about her 'button pushing finger' , ya know. I mean, just a few minutes ago, I'm looking at images of a mudslide caused by Hurricane Lili pounding the snot out of the Caymans, I see the missing email addresses of thousands of people in my own company whom I know right now are probably *still* looking for a job, 4 people are gunned down on a bus in Kashmir, and after all, what is it that we *don't* know about Iraq that we perhaps should.

So I'm making an extra effort *not* to complain; things can be (and ARE for many) so much worse. I could wake up and find out that the internet was all just a program to control me so that it could turn me.....into this:

{holds up a silver crumb tray with brush he stole from the Whitehouse collection}