**Now with more thrust!**

I'm still kind of stumped as to what i should do for my 200th post, and time is quickly running out. Well, i suppose i could make it take as long as it needed it to, but for that special blog-stalker out there, i'll try to make the gap as small as possible. Probably the best idea i had was to make a photo montage of me doing crazy shit all over town in the chipper costume from work, but it would be way too easy for the word to get back around about what i had done.

After that, i thought about doing another sort of movie or montage with the marionette i made, complete with pelvic thrusting action, but somehow, the ideas just ran out too quickly with that one.

Yet another idea was to spend 24 hours at the famed johnson's corner and spend my time hyped on 2 gallons of coffee, writing about going-ons, and generally just writing poetry or stories or even drawing like some second rate dirty beatnik, and then posting all my work on here. I like the idea because it's been too long since i've flexed my creative mind muscles, but i don't like it because i could fall asleep, or just have a total brain fart, and finish with nothing to show for my efforts except some 3rd grade scribbling and 2 days of irritable bowels from all that fucking coffee.

So i'm still out for ideas, so if you haven't already given all of your ideas to craig, then i'd like to hear them. And if i don't hear anything good, then i can wait as long as you can until my 200th people! Especially you blogstalker.

Hell, it's just hell

I know my blog has become rather grim and depressing lately, but i have one more piece of food for thought about the afterlife.

Now, those who believe in heaven and hell believe that hell is full of pain and suffering, which assumes that even in the afterlife, you can feel earthly sensations. So, by that logic, heaven would be filled with pleasure. Since one of the most perfectly pleasureable experiences, which none the less was created by god himself, is sex, then technically, wouldn't heaven just be a bunch of people masturbating and having sex?

Then, if you say no, then that would imply that maybe you can't have earthly sensations in heaven, and therefore hell, and should have no reason to worry about hell, or the afterlife at all.

Then there's the don't believe in god, but most of them are having enough sex on earth to not have to worry about getting their fill.

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Also, this is my 198th post. According to my math, i have 7 more posts before i hit 200, and i was thinking of doing something cool for that, like i had done for my 100th, but i'm open to any ideas for changes or additions for my special anniversary. So let me know.

Dumbrella

That commercial for staples... the one with the easy button. That'd be sweet. Some of the commercials have shit falling from the sky, but still, even with the occasional printer cartridge storm, i think it would still make life a little... easier. Right?

So, naturally, i looked on ebay, and sure as shit, there's one there. Too bad it only says "that was easy". That can't even touch plastic rain.

You can't have your blog, and eat it.

Yeah, so i had a birthday yesterday, big whoop, wanna fight about it? It doesn't really change a damn thing, but it'll just end up making me look stupid for the next couple days if anyone asks me how old i am. I always mess up on that one. So is this the time that i give my complete overview of the past year? Well, i suppose it has been one of the most important years of my life, just because, a year ago, i was still in college, at CSU no less, but at this point, it was starting to become clear to me that that wasn't the place that i wanted to be, and not the shit that i wanted to do. It was a big decision in my life, but i'm so glad that i didn't just sit there and take it up the ass from that whole school.

Also, which is kind of ironic, about a year ago this month is when i stopped working at timberline timing, and here i am, getting ready to quit my job at the bowling alley. There's something about February that just inspires me to show off my middle finger to any authority in my life. For the most part, they've been quite unimpressed.

So what else? This past year, although it started off with a bang, what with my old roommates and all, has kind of sputtered out here at the end. But what would this leave for the next year? Well, barring the end of the world with the coming of the age of aquarius, which by the way is my astrological sign, I hope for a clear future. I need some excitement back in my life. Quit the shit job, and get back on the horse and do something with the skills that i have, like i know i can do. I need to get back in with all my friends, who i've spent so little time with recently, i hardly know how to talk with them anymore. It's not them necessarily, but maybe it's just the fact that my life at the moment has been too scripted.

Goddamn, i'm tired. I guess that best summarizes the past year. I'm out of gas, but I keep myself going just because I don't want the things i hate (work) to ruin my life when I'm not there also. It's tough, but it feels more fulfilling getting through it, just making the extra effort to do the smaller things with my friends.

Pardon moi

A decade ago, i never thought i would be at 23, on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Woe is me. But i guess that comes with the territory; an ominous landscape of never ending calamity. I need you to hear, i need you to see, that i have had all i can take and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me. So pardon me while i burst into flames. I've had enough of this world, and its people's mindless games. So pardon me while i burn and rise above the flame. Don't ever be the same.

Not two days ago, i was having a look in a book and i saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees. I said "I can relate," cause lately i've been thinking of combustication as a welcome vacation from the burdens of the planet earth. Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-d... but thinking so much differently.

So pardon me while i burst into flames.

I've had enough of the world, and its people's mindless games.

So pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame.

Donde esta yo Jesus?

It seems like people have always had religion backwards to me. When you go through hard times, they say that God is testing you, and when things are good, and you're being tempted with a lot of terrible terrible earthly possessions, hardcore christians think that that's the devil tempting you and testing you. If they say that God is so good and forgiving, why can't a reward be a reward, instead of the devil in drag?