June 30, 2006
eagle helicoptor
Ok, so every now and again (wich really means every 15 minutes) I get republican uber patriotic propeganda littering my gmail box. Some from people I know like my Catholic Sponser/ Aunt, some from random bloggers, others from even more random myspace clickers. (I really should take my email down from there...fugging hate myspace.)
Anyways I don't really pay much attention to it, but today I got this:
I mean its a fugging MI-24 helicoptor, painted as an eagle.
Want more pics of it email me:
westeinnebago AT gmail DOT com
Is johns hopkins a bad area? I ahve to go up there tonight. Am I gonna be shot in the street?
Posted by west at 01:22 PM | Comments (1)
@ work and I already can't wait for lunch...
Is that bad?
there is this tiny little hole in the wall bar I go to that serves 4 dollar hamburgers that really should be 8, lets me sit at the counter, smoke a cig and look at all the fine beer longingly.
dear GOD I LOVE BALTIMORE.
if only for that reason.
Posted by west at 09:31 AM | Comments (3)
June 29, 2006
emphysema
Dear God.
OCEAN CITY -- For the third straight year lawmakers in the Maryland General Assembly have introduced legislation to ban smoking in bars and restaurants and establishment owners -- and legislators -- say chances of it becoming law are high this year.......
"I have a good feeling about this year," said Frush, who has sponsored similar bills in past sessions. "It needs to get out of committee first and the chairman is not quite sure there yet, but he knows it's the right thing to do and knows he should do it."
"I think as we come out with more statistics on the health disabilities of being in a smoke-filled room, it becomes obvious what we need to do," Frush said. "As someone who is charged with the protection of the health and welfare of our people, I just can't see not doing something."
Shouldn't it be the resturant owner's desicion?!? If people dont want to be in a smoky bar...then just don't fucking go there you moron!
Arn't there more important things to worry about? Soon they'll be saying we arn't allowed to smoke in our own homes. Now I'm sorry I've been addicted to cancer sticks since I was 15, but for fucks sake, thats my shtick not yours.
So back off of my little cornor bar and shit food house, and don't ban smoking, when the city needs a drag the most.
Posted by west at 10:03 AM | Comments (4)
June 27, 2006
Dear Everybody
NEW THINGS LEARNED:
Happy Hour
Bloggers from bmore like to meet each other so they can be clique-ie in real life, rather then on the web. O! and they consume massive amounts of alcohol while doing so. I WANNA GO!
Blogroll
Blogrolls are the new(er) fancy term for a list of links. Got trendy I guess. I'll stick with "read" on my side shit and fight THE MAN.
Saw X3, and I dont care who you are, thats entertainment right there. I think I was the only one who clapped when Cyclopse (scott)...well...I'm not gonna give the story away, but in all fairness I...fucking hate him. It also gave me a new respect for Jean Grey...even thouh I still fucking hate her too. The girl who played Kitty Pride, who I fucking hate, looked like she was twelve. Beast was the shit. 'nough said.
I've stepped away from my usually semi-educated posts, filled with actual grammer to give you this little taste, of mainstream comic book movie heaven.
thank you,
west
Posted by west at 09:40 AM | Comments (1)
June 26, 2006
Verily, Verily I say unto you
I have a new friend :-)
Everyone say hi to heaving melons
*waves frantically*
Anywyas, it seems all you have to do these days is complain about people and you automatically get readers. Heh. The morbidly bitchy part of me loves this idea, however I don't think that's how you make firends. Wouldn't it be fun though, to just go around and bitch at people? You'd get so many god damn readers it would be rediculous.
Quoting rachel:
Ah, the Baltimore-Blog-Aristocracy. It seems that most start as as bottom feeders, pimping shamelessly for readers and adapting their interests to match those of the new blogger friends they want to woo. Step two would be the inside jokes and incessant linking. Step three is social obliteration of those lowly ones not in the appropriate blog circles, and without content that almost mimics their own. Avoid the happy hours.
I wonder if this whole blog thing will eventually implode upon itself and destroy us all, like some unholly virtual armegedon.
Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time. Revelation 12:12
Posted by west at 10:00 AM | Comments (7)
June 25, 2006
where have all the cowboys gone?
We'll I've tried being sociable around baltiblogs but it seems to take more then a sledge hammer around here to get anyone to talk to you.
What ever happened to the good old days when you'd be able to talk to anyone because everyone was desperate for readers and friends. Now some kind of internet hirearchy has established itself in my absence, and you have to be of a certain calibure and length of exsistence before anyone will talk to you.
Maybe I just need to hang out longer.
Posted by west at 10:48 AM | Comments (3)
June 23, 2006
goth cigerette taxes
My problem is I like tasks where I know there are a start and a finish. Maybe that makes me a grunt worker, a red coat, or “the help”, but at least I know what the hell I’m doing and what’s expected of me.
Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my new job, even with being “the bitch” (as in whored out, not crabby) intern and I love the people (and the money). However I’m known as a problem solver, someone who can be creative and fix things for people, and just get obscure jobs done. And that couldn’t be more far from the truth. My father’s reputation has either blown out of proportion, or soiled, mine.
So I’m thinking about joining up and volunteering for O’Malley now that Duncan’s gone. I didn’t like Duncan all that much; he was going to raise cigarette taxes, so that immediately puts him on my ‘not so good’ list. Not that I should be smoking, but he doesn’t have a right to tell me that, so shut up and pass the tobacco, bitch.
My boss said I look ‘Goth’ today. That can’t be good.
SOmetimes I don't feel like I'm doing anything here. My Boss said that was cool, and I needed to run at 60% maximum efficiency, while he does 180....but i still feel usless.
It's a common feeling for me.
Posted by west at 12:22 PM | Comments (0)
it's just a jump to the left.
Ok now everyone turn your head and look a the DHTML
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Took me a good hour so it deserves an honorary mention.
Anyways I have a new thought for you:
in·tern also in·terne( P ) (ntûrn)
n.
1) a. An office personal under 25 who gets no respect, benifits, money, or love.
b. Bitch of the work force.
[French interne, from Latin internus, internal. See internal.]
"The office was quiet and no one was working, so I decided to go torment the intern and have some fun destroying her life a little.
God help me.
Posted by west at 10:52 AM | Comments (0)
June 22, 2006
Bus Time Stories
There’s a certain point where the acceptable grunge and dirty gruff nature of baltimorians reaches a threshold. Now it’s common to see a dust covered sweaty SoBoer drinking a beer in a brown bag on the sidewalk as you pass by, but then again it’s also common to see a yuppy bleach blonde running in her Fila’s with an Ipod strapped to her arm. So the mix balances it out I guess.
Baltimore stopped scaring me about a year ago, when I got over the fact that a 3” blade and mace just became new accessories to my ensemble. Yeah sure 50 yr. old, tims wearing men like to scream at me; some promising Jesus, others a good time, but that’s just our neighborhood. You take it in stride and continue on your way.
Sometimes I feel like these middle aged women going into town to work for MD ED or Legg Mason, or somewhere, really don’t get the beat of the city. They are tourists, doing the good, economical green thing by taking mass transportation to view the city for 8 hours, then return to their 2,000 sq foot homes (that are 25 feet apart from each other with complimentary cookie cutter siding) somewhere in Severna Park or Annapolis and make dinner. They see the city through scared, anticipating eyes; and in so doing, show off their vulnerability. I watch them shutter and look around nervously as the bus shakes, and fumble to get out their green, monthly ‘go passes’ they often times where around their necks in lanyards, like badges of honor. More like “rob me” written across their forehead.
When they get to the park and ride they all take off for their Corollas and Acuras, to see who can get to the stop light first.
Ok so I trash talk a little, but today, I was guilty of this naive insecurity myself as a shirtless, drunk, fat man came stumbling onto our bus. My eyes widened 3x as I looked to our attitudinal bus driver willing her with my mind to keep the bus going down the street. After taking a minute or two to decide, with one eyebrow raised in question she reluctantly opened the doors for the man who, brushed her aside and squished his way in a seat next to a very unlucky female worker without paying.
Posted by west at 10:25 PM | Comments (0)
Validity of your mouth
Joking can be a dangerous thing. Do you really know the point when a friendly jab looses it's validity and becomes a fake, and misleading untruth? I hate this feeling of having all self esteem ripped from your gut in a matter of minutes.
And whats with me having to pee constantly? Bladder the size of a walnut.
...
Ok maybe that wasn't the best way to end that rant, but it diffuses the situation a little.
So apparently the term for my political views is "dixie-crat"...a democrat who votes conservitivly. Now why the term "liberal" has become a dirty, profane term, I still consider myself on the left side of the omnipresent political divider, and I do enjoy, to some extent, the way ultra christian righters shutter at the mere mention of Hilary Clinton. Now if you're reading this and spitting rusty nails at me virtually, don't get your panites in a twist; I still am a Catholic who lives and breathes every day amongst the few, but ever growing conservatives in maryland.
I've been told that theres a common rule of the work force...something about "not shiting where you eat" - and as crass as that sounds, I think today I had a demonstration on why the work, romance, complicated... thing just dosn't work out the way you dream it to...or more realistically the way it does in those romance books you pick up 3 for five at the rite aid in mount vernon...not that I do...or anything
So this is my re-introduction to the world of blogging and virtual homesteads. While in the past I was widley known amongst the teeny-bopper bloggers of the decade, owning domain after domain, and adding link after link to my WAY too morbid looking pages, I had a falling out when I turned 16. No longer the allure of the virtual presence called to me, and as a result I've lost most of not all my connection to the bloggers and designers that have seemed to keep growing, despite my self inflicted exile.
Hopefully this minimal size of a blog (compared to my last days of uber-design and over ambitious html) will reinstate me into the vast world of bloggers, that somehow i just missed. I hope this new side of me is more mature and elegant as I share my thoughts to whomever (or no one at all) that reads them
I want to meet all bloggers of every site, anywhere. So comment, email, and AIM me. Link me and love me. Re-invent me.
Posted by west at 10:11 PM | Comments (1)