5-25-01
Hesterman has moved! If you need info on how to be indie or bowling, come here. Fun for all.
11:04 AM

Happy Friday Everyone! It has really been a while since I had anything of importance to say...okay, I never do, but please you have to bear with me. I don't really do much, so therefore it does not allow a lot to be written, but since it is Friday I thought I would give all of you workers (I'm still unemployed) a gift of a nice long installment of Man Cutting Globe.

Last night I was in the wonderful town of Niles, IL in the wonderful bar of Chambers. So wonderful. The nice thing, no not the prices but they are nice and high and we all love expensive watered down drinks. No, the nice thing is on Thursday nights they allow people to come in and play some nice jazz music. I understand this isn't too indie of me, but this isn't Hesterman (Hesterman has been down for a few days and people are dying without knowing how to continue to be indie without our input). My friend Kevin Schoenbach was amazing as usual...he is a tromboner.(heehee)

I also worked on Thursday...for two and a half hours. My job consisted of helping a guy set up a ballroom for some business dinner. The theme was a Hawaii beach party. I made palm trees and placed them all around a room debating if I would die if I got a job where I was in charge of setting one of these things up. Yeah college degree, way to be useful.

After watching Sopranos I feel that I should strive for a career as mob boss. Eating good pasta and getting respect just because of who I am would be amazing. I would be like, "Do you know who your talking to?" or "Do you know who your messing with?" Mob guys always eat really well too. I'm so hungry when I watch each and every episode. As a mob boss I would eat some really good pasta, and it would always be free. Sweet. We all know how I appreciate free things. Another thing, if the cops asked about me, I could always say it has something to do with my import/export business. Importing things could be cool, as is exporting things. We all know how I like things. If you would like to join my newly formed Saul family, let me know. I'm assuming if you wish to continue to be my friend you will join my family, but you will have to change your name. No questions. I'm the boss you hear!? That is another reason for being a mob boss. The names of my friends, like Vinnie. And Toni or Anthony (I can't decide which one sounds better yet). But Vinnie will definitely be a part of my group. "Hey, Vinnie, I got some business that you need to take care of."

Any opinions on the whole Middle East thing that has been going on for years and years? If so e-mail this guy.

I've been thinking a lot about where am I going to move (I know I'm jumping a few steps ahead of myself with no job and all). I've had many offers. So far the best one has been staying at my friends place playing Nintendo all day since he is afraid the Nintendo will not get any use since he works all day. Plus, I get to sleep on their couch. Of course others have offered to let me stay with them...even a Nintendo with a partner to play games with all day. So the debate carries on.

Something serious happened to a miette, a weblog I read. I hope she is okay and everything is all right for her.

I think that is enough out of my mind.
1: 58 AM

5-23-01
The movie The Fast and Furious is really just a remake of the movie Cannonball Run, except without the humor and Dom DeLuise. Well, I haven't seen The Fast and Furious so maybe Dom DeLuise is in it.

Duffman is a wonderful addition to The Simpsons. I just felt everyone should know that.
6:45 PM

5-22-01
I feel lazy and slightly depressed. At least more than usual and that is where the problem exists. With nothing to do I find myself doing nothing. Every time I try to read I fall asleep. Every time I go run an errand I come home in a hour or two. Every time I put the television on at 2:00 PM I find that there is nothing on, yet I watch the screen. So that is why tomorrow I must change my habits. No more watching TV at 2:00 PM anymore.
11:56 PM

It was Mr. T's birthday yesterday. I'm pretty sure Mr. T would like it if I wished him a happy birthday, so Happy Birthday Mr. T.

My old high school is hiring a religion teacher. Since I have an education degree (oh job, you are never going to come to me) I imagined myself there, teaching religion. It would mostly consist of me reliving my high school days, except I would not be able to fall asleep during class. Oh, I forgot I hate teaching too. That could be a factor in my decision.
12:11 AM

5-21-01
The Luminator Frisbee is the most amazing little piece of plastic invented. A frisbee with a little light on it? DEAR LORD! The night does not own me anymore.

- Highlights of the Cubs Game -
a guy gets his beer knocked a bit, and an old man watching chuckles.
junk kicka calling Matt Stairs (the first baseman) a Chubbie when a few overweight people turned and gave us evil sneers.
Cubs were able to pull out a win

Scott, my best friend, has taken a job out in Omaha. May he be well. We will miss him, at least until he visits here agian. Thanks for a week of vacation and fun.

The Miller Lite commercial where the guy opens the beer and a bunch of friends show up to drink the beer is funny. Mostly because of the guy who shows up at the end after they open the chips and says "You guys haning out? I'll hang out." It gets me everytime.

I am thicken, or at least I'm told so.

One of the best parts of the party (besides when people actually showed up, suckers!) was when we went to the ice rink and picked up ice to keep the keg that we almost finished cold. A small snow ball fight was had, ice was packed in coolers, we talked about how the strange people in ski masks would come and beat us up for taking their ice that they have left on the side of the street.

So this weekend solved nothing but make me more confused and discumboobulated. Luckily I'm spectaculous and will recover.

My Dad asked me when I was going to become a productive member to society this weekend? It sure wasn't this weekend...and thoughts of me being a productive member, well I guess that is where you made your first mistake.
1:52 AM

5-19-01
Rock Star Life Style! Yes, I'm still living like I'm in college. But then again, my graduation party isn't till tomorrow/today (fucking sleep thing, screw off, I'm trying to write here). Yeah, continue the rock, even if my music won't.

"Funny thing about weekends
When you're unemployed
They don't quite mean so much,
except you get to hang out with
all your working friends" Primus - Fizzle Fry

Damn straight I get to hang out with my working buddies. I've spent most of this week walking around my house attempting to find things to do. I've spent a bit too much time in front of the computer, read a little, thought about the future but got distracted by the breeze, and did my laundry. At least one of my friends took this week off before he started life, or something that looks like life. He is the one that has been playing basketball with me all those late late nights. He beat me in "kickin junk". (exactly like horse, but completely different). I really have to stop losing, or I'll continue to be last picked. But now my working buddies are coming to rock! At least a little rock. We are going to have a whiffle ball game. That's has a bit of the rock.

Risk and Axis may not appear to be a rock star life to you, but have you wondered what the rockin' guys do when they are not on tour? Well, have you?

I'm a little lost still. My mind keeps telling me to do both options, but both options can never peacefully exist. So therefore no action, except action that may make me appear to be the complete opposite of both of my options because when I get into those situations I do my best to not allow them to work. A vicious cycle. So, has anyone caught on what the hell I'm talking about? My guess is a big fat no, and I'm going to keep it that way.

The most amusing thing right now, besides that I'm tired and I think that the beanie babies keep looking at me, is the spring in my keyboard keeps making that "BOING" noise. So I continue to type, and I continue to smile.
3:49 AM

5-18-01
I'm a little lost right now. I'm not quite sure when it happened. A little bit occurred last night when I was sitting on a roof in Chicago drinking some beers. It sort hit me, and my mind sort of shut off. Most of the time I searched for things on the ground to hold. Like those helicopters or whirrily-thingermabobs. I would look at them for a while and then throw them in the air. Stoopud brain for shutting off and thinking about stoopud things.

I love it when I start to really complain about things in my life that are important I become the most vague in my writing.

"I'm a pianist." Bach
"Thank you, good night." Yacko.
One of the many reasons I love Animaniacs.

The keyboard that I've been using since I've been home has a broken 'c' key. It only works about half of the time, and I'm slowly getting tired of going back and re-hitting the 'c' key. I'm like, "Hey c key, work why don't you! That is all you are suppose to do." And the 'c' key is like, "Why aren't you working? Isn't that what you are suppose to do?" Since I have no rebuttal to that argument, I will accept the 'c' key not to work all of the time until I get a job, but if you see a 'c' missing in my writing, it is just that I don't care anymore about not re-hitting the 'c' key as muh anymore.

A broken 'c' key does make you realize how often you use the letter 'c'. Even though in these last two statements I did not use the 'c' key.

Okay, I'm talking about letters now, that is a sure sign that it is time for me to go and do something, unless you want to hear about my thoughts on
2:12 PM

5-17-01
Night basketball was played again, and again I lost all games. I really should start to get some game, because without game it will be a long long summer.

No crazy antics for me yesterday. Risk was played with no appearance from the Union of the Snake. That could be that he didn't hear about it. Victory did not come for me though, and there was no mention of how I'm a shithead, so I viewed the night as a success.

Daryl Strawberry was let out of jail today to be put in a drug rehabilitation facility. The only problem I have with that is when the judge released him she made some stoopud baseball reference about being up at bat with 2 strikes and 2 outs. Hey judge, he has a drug problem, don't make some pathetic remark about baseball to him.

Sometimes I wish I knew more about baseball...but then I take a nap and everything is okay.
11:08 AM

5-16-01
Where has all the rock gone?
Recently when I go out to purchase a cd by a band I know and love expecting the rock, I get no rock. The rock seems to be slipping from many many bands, just as it slips from my soul. A shame really. Everyday I sit around thinking about how the rock has to struggle to get out. Hell, I hardly enjoyed Propagandhi when I saw them play a little while ago. Mostly I'm talking about a few cds that I rushed out, cds that I've been looking forward to for a few months and the rock isn't there. The biggest insult is when Weezer does not rock anymore. A shame. Many a nights were spent dancing and rockin' hard to the other Weezer albums. No one had to say they rocked because it rocked so hard. Every once in a while there would be some slower songs, but not the entire album. Now their new album has such little rock from what I remember. Not that I will not like this album, but I really wanted the rock. This has been happening a lot (Get Up Kids, Jets To Brazil), and I'm getting tired of it. I need the rock still. If I lose the rock I'm not quite sure what will happen to me, except maybe curl up and be all emo, even though I like emo, but my heart hurts enough, why make it hurt more you know.

Anyone know of some cds that still rock? e-mail me.
10:58 AM