for whatever reason, rbsn’s ip changed and whb never notified me. wtf. a small annoyance that’s irritating more than it ought to due to aforementioned buggeries.

all this, and i need a haircut.

*fully indicative of all sexual innuendos implied.

a little light in a dark, emo world. yieah. like that?!

2011!?!? what the?!@?!LKJ#@LJ!?@#><

bbq.

i’m just gonna wallow in the awesomeness of me.

because some people think i don’t follow up. because i’m so lax about getting the priority peeps serviced.

because because because.

oh yieah.

also because we are not supposed to laugh and enjoy life. despite life being spent in the drudgery of a gray cubicle.

oh woe unto the one who should crack a joke. because (again!) i obviously don’t take things seriously enough around here.

really. really. REALLY. really. want a new job.

AW FUCK YIEAH I’M PSYCHED

thus far, the entire casting has been beyond superb. everyone, like everyone, looks exactly like how i pictured.

yieah. just spent the past hour cracking up. cuz here we go again.

seriously, dude. admit that you enjoy the attention from flouncing your oh-so-controversial views about. quoting a bunch of statistics is moot when it comes to photography because aesthetics will always, ALWAYS, play into the average viewer’s appreciation of an image. (which, of course, you also conveniently put down the average viewer’s opinion as worthless anyway because they don’t know what went into producing a photograph). “ugly is subjective” is the only actual Verifiable Fact in the entire argument. saying that images processed using zones is guaranteed to be ugly will forever be Your Opinion and your opinion ONLY — it will never be a Fact. suck it up buddy. i like aa’s photographs. i don’t have the first clue how he created them. it can be zoned up the ass and it wouldn’t matter to me. i don’t even know what zoning is so i wouldn’t be able to tell whether it’s been used or not. it doesn’t make his work any less amazing because the point of the photo got across — that american landscape is awesome and majestic and wowing. even discounting the inevitable sheeps of a population, millions of people got that point. therefore, aa’s photography = not lame. if he produced the results using zones, then zones = not lame.

there are so many holes in the guy’s arguments. he’s staring at the black hole of holes and will still insist on wearing blinders. blah blah blah, we’re all tasteless bourgeois for liking aa’s work, yak yak yak, landscape imagery is forever rooted in romanticism. thank god he doesn’t frequent with us non-skilled “photographer” types. one can imagine the verbal bloodshed otherwise.

fame is negligible (but useful). what i want is COLD. HARD. CASH. so. delicious.

giddy so the mind is not all there (here?). werk? whatevers. i don’t care. i’ve had too much coffee to care. caring’s for sissies.

DID WE NOT JUST TALK ABOUT THIS STUFF LAST FRIDAY!?!?!?! why don’t you fucking RETAIN?! RETAIN FUCKER, RETAIN!!!!!

saved a jim today. he was writhing on the hot concrete sidewalk. so effing sad to watch. so i carried him (her?) into a cool patch of dirt (mmmm….dirt…). i hope i didn’t thwart his effort to cross to the other side of the street or something. cuz now he’s setback about 300 miles from his perspective. oops. :)

running on fumes. which leads to giddyness. which leads to excessive spending. oopths.

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this speaketh the depth of my insecurities.

favorite word of the moment: hork
as in tell his greedy ass to hork up the extra.
or i stuffed my ass too much. i feel like horking.

plus, bonus round(!): hork rhymes with pork. what’s not love to love, eh?

team of rivals is fsking awesome read. am such a sap when it comes to early american history, abraham lincoln, civil war, and ethical politicians who go for broke. i leak sappy tears happily. it’s like when i watched ken burns’ jefferson bio. silly romantic and all that.

iocane powder is the corporate slave’s Best Friend.

morning cawfee has woken me up and now i’m chipper. i hate my werk but i’m still chipper. thanks, of course, to the general silliness of co-werkers. when yer chipper, all the stupid daydreams seem possible. that’s a better way to live than to hate on the current circumstances.

plus, in addition to wanting a red velvet cake, i wanna go to miami. just because.

write down the step-by-step that i gave you on the phone. and fucking FOLLOW YOUR OWN NOTES. how fucking hard is that you idiots.

um. OW.

and that’s my unkindly blunt point of the day.
i’ll be here all week.

so i swivel to my right and see team of rivals stacked on the bedstand, waiting to be plowed through next.

logically, reasonablly, my next step coalesced. clear as day.

today, reading.
tomorrow, THE PRESIDENCY.

yieah. it’s now writ.

because i got two balcony bay views for cheap. hooray for cheap! and hooray for balcony bay views!