...he looked over the edge...into infinity...and there in front of him was what he'd been searching for...a peanut butter sandwich...with jelly...he knew the search would continue until he found...milk.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

I keep getting phone calls from 1st Credit of America LLC of Chicago. They keep asking for a Robert Wilson. This has been going on for months now. They call at all times of the day. If I am at home I tell them that Robert Wilson does not and never has lived here. They hang up and call back later.
Tonight they called and I just went over the edge. I started screaming obsenities at the poor person at the other end. Did I say poor? Actually that is probably correct. I doubt that 1st Credit of America LLC of Chicago pays much above poverty wages for someone to make these calls. And the more that I think about it, these calls are a form of obsenity, the continual repetition of an un-natural act that does not stand up to community standards. This is a company that makes its money doing the unpleasant, filling a need, like a prostitute. It is not nice work, but it beats a real job.
Hey, if you are one of the people that work at 1st Credit of America LLC of Chicago, I am sorry for you. Your job sucks!

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Two things....first is the news that Canada has normalized its marriage laws to include unisex couples. This will probably put it on the Bush boys list of terrorist countries because of its anti christian stand. I am thinking that the invasion will be close to the 9/11 anniversary just to make sure Bush can use that as a reason for another of his pax americana adventures.

Next..."the speech"...do you think he could have said all that stuff before...over and over again? Nothing new...nothing true...made me blue...how about you?

Friday, June 17, 2005

I do not at this time have a blog plan. Some of what I want to do is to keep a journal. Write short stories or observations on life in general. I can not see that anything will interest the many. The first blogs will concern my travels to Paris and London with my wife from notes and emails that I kept on the trip.
This being late in the working day and a Friday to boot, has my mind wondering. Thinking of visiting the pub and have a couple of whiskies to numb the mind and make the week seem worthwhile. Perhaps I can play a couple of games of darts too.