Bit Golem

So, I made that 1000 mile haul back to Phoenix because my shithead of a OCD brother threw me out.
Bad news is, now my check engine light is on, and there's no way I'm gonna have money to get it checked out before it goes tits up.
I've done some serious bad shit to someone in my sleep to get all this bad karma heaped on me all at once.

Well, the gas station job didn't work out... Just can't stand to stand for any length of time. But, I got a line on a job with the University of Oklahoma. Hopefully that'll pan out... Pays $3/hr more and it's a state job.

It's a slow day in a little East Texas town. The sun is
beating down, and the streets are deserted. Times are tough,
everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.....
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And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the United States Government is conducting business today.

I had broken my arm in a fight with another kid...

You'd think the middle of Cattle country would have a decent steakhouse. Guess I'm gonna have to make a trip to Amarillo one of these days and get me one of those 72 oz steaks. No good pizza either... a Pizza Hut, and another place I'm told makes worse pizza than that.

Well me and my hoopty made the 1000 mile journey to the land of the Okies, and many of my forebearers, I might add...
Getting unpacked and settled in...

So far, so good~!

Green acres is the place for me.... Farm living is the life that's free... Land spreading out so far and wide... Forget the Valley, just give me that countryside...

So, I'm headed to smalltown America for a fresh start. My brother Ken is putting me up and you know, I'm kinda relieved. Never did feel comfortable in Phoenix. I think my folks raised me with smalltown values and big city folk just rub me the wrong way. Plus, there's just more of them, and the vast majority are dumber than a box of rocks.

It chafes me that city people all the time make fun of rural people and people from the south like they're inbred and stupid. But I find it's just the opposite. You wanna see buttass stupid. Go to a big city and stand on the corner for 15 mins and you are bound to see something that makes you go WTF?

Anyway... Off to OK

So, I got an offer from my brother to stay with him in OK. Then, I got an email from DPS saying they found my app and are expediting it so I can get my guard card. So, now I'm stuck... Do I hold out in AZ hoping I can get a guard job in a hurry, or do I go to OK?

Robins landlord says if I'm not out by the 1st, she'll be evicted. Life just keeps getting better and better.

Happy Birthday to me.

So, I have this sci fi story brewing in my head about a shuttle pilot uncovering a murder plot on Europa. In this universe, limited FTL is available by using the gravity wells of planets to create a warp field. Of course, the stronger the gravity, the stronger the field. This is a good thing since the planets get farther apart the farther out in the solar system you go. I have, however, a combination of writers block and laziness that's keeping me from fleshing out the story. Mostly, I just have the ponderings of our hero, Augustus Turnbull, as he's waiting for the autolander on Europa to bring him in.
Ponderings about the Venutian Alliance, and how our belief that Venus is a acidic hostile environment is all one big plot by the Venutians, which are actually the aliens we now call Greys. Finally, humanity planned a manned mission to Venus and they knew that they couldn't hide any longer and so welcomed Earth to join them in their space exploration. Of course, this resulted in a huge bump in Earths technology. The Venutian civilization, which was of course millions of years older than Earths had overcome war and poverty and unified their planet with one goal. That would be keeping the barbaric humans from discovering life outside their own planet, but now the jig is up and the earth men are crawling all over the solar system.
Where there are people, there's greed, and where there's greed, sooner or later there's going to be killing.
Let's see what comes of it.

So, I got Mass Effect, finally. The graphics are sweet, the gameplay and story are pretty cool. But, the combat is too fookin hard. I'm permanently stuck in the game because I'm on a mission that cutscenes right into combat and before I can say WTF my whole team is dead. I don't even have time to really assess any of the things attacking me, cuz if I peek my head out WHAMMO.

While we're on the subject of Mass Ineffectual. I haate what I'm doing at godaddy. It makes me physically ill to have to take phone calls anymore.

Some days I have glimmers of hope where the fog of writers block starts to clear, then the depression slams back down like a sack over my head. Yesterday was real bad. I almost got up and left training I was feeling so hopeless. Even on the good days, though, I don't see a reason to go on. What's the point of staying alive when all I do is work so I can afford to go to work?
Twice a month, I get out and mingle with people, most of whom don't even care that I'm there. Few notice when I arrive, even fewer notice when I leave. People talk over me. My only defence in life to disrespect has always been violence or the threat of violence, but that's not an option, so I have to sit there and smile and nod like a retard.

kricketkid is kissing boys!

Even though it's 2 years old. I'm just now finding out how cool Mass Effect for the 360 is. I wish I'd gotten it instead of Rock Band. Sadly, since I am unemployed, I will have to depend on the generosity of others in the form of Amazon certs on October 3rd.

Hunter S. Thompson killed himself because he decided it was the right thing to do. I feel the same. My life has come to a point where staying alive is just not worth it anymore. I have so totally corrupted my life, destroyed my options with poor choices and destroyed my body with poor living, that any attempt to remain is just an excercise in futility.
Nothing I could do from this point forward would be worth the pain of struggle. I hate to quit, but I don't feel there is a viable alternative. I wish I could redo my life from 79 on, but that's not an option, so it's time to get off the train. The money has run out, The food has run out. So, I've taken a bottle of hydrocodone and I'm just waiting for the end to come.
Don't mourn me. Rejoice in my newfound freedom. I hope that those of you who actually liked me, rather than simply tolerated my company will have a drink and remember the times I made you laugh. I hope that those of you who disliked me will have a drink and rejoice in my absence.

Goodbye and Good Luck!

Every great society follows the same cycle, and we are doomed to do the same.
Bondage -> Liberty -> Abundance -> Complacency -> Apathy -> Bondage

America is in the Apathy stage... Corruption of the Bill of Rights is seeing the cycle to it's conclusion, probably in our childrens lifetime.

Well, for the second time in 18 months, I've been fired because I can't engage my brain before I engage my mouth. Some bitch complained that I was rude to her on the phone, and out the door I went. When am I gonna learn, I ain't meant for polite society. Unfortunately, much to my chagrin... and I've said this many times before, the Irish mob doesn't accept walkins. Being an enforcer for the mob would be the perfect job for me... Fuck up a few deadbeats... hide a few bodies... I can handle that. Constantly talk with my pinky extended? It's just beyond me. Oh well... Maybe if I get drunk enough, a solution will present itself...