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who am i? where am i? what am i doing?

a small man named mike saul created this web page to fill time. he is 23 and growing tired of things, but hope exists in his life, even if it is only a small cup hanging from his key chain. he can be found in Chicago.

other things i do but only rarely
thinking about hesterman

wasting time
cigarettes and isotopes
girls, cars & surfing
i woke up in a strange place
last bus anywhere
missing letters
the morning news
naughty secretary
neil gaiman
robot frank
same day different rat

calvin and hobbes
diesel sweeties
exploding dog
fox trot
my new fighting technique is unstoppable
penny arcade

bbc news
comics continuum
early warning
eatonweb portal
the onion
skinny guy
what jail is like

new websites
yatta yatta yatta

5 Reasons
To Say Stoopud Things

1. So when you are asked if that is what you meant, no matter what you say yes.
2. Kicking...?...!
3. The Bear
4. Usually they are funny because I'm trying to be serious.
5. It just might be the password for flight.

Bears 13-3

created by me in 2001

All the shows I watch on Wed. night seemed to be speaking to me directly. Not literally because that would be freaky, especially since I was home alone. But then again, I was half asleep, so they might have actually been talking to me. I didn't respond though, to relieve your worries.

Hockey goalie mask wearing bike messengers amuse me.

The first real snow in Chicago today! I watched from my large sky scrapper all day. Instead of just staring off into my cubicle, I now stared off out the window. I was so excited to walk around in the falling snow, but of course it was only freezing rain by the time I got out of work.

My morning today started off well. I listened to my tunes, bobbed my head around, riding the bus, and then I noticed my wire from my headphones was being pulled away from me. Crap crap crap. It was snagged on somebody leaving the bus. Of course my only response was to grab my wire and pull them back...snap. My tunes stopped, by head bobbing stopped, and all I could do was hold the broken wire in my hands and stare at them.

But then it snowed and that cheered me up.

Somehow I have gotten through my life without learning all of the state abbreviations.

The Grand Experiment is Over!
: I don't spend a lot of money and I have no clue about what I want to do with my life.

Hypothesis: A man can survive without a job and continue his style of life making the minimalist amounts of money, and he will continue to be happy and content towards the things of his life.

Prediction: This man will be happy, eat enough food, and bring joy to others around him.

Experiment: 1. Quit his job, move to Chicago.
2. Look at savings and agree that the amount will survive a long and prosperous life.
3. Buy food that is cheaper than the food he bought in as diet becomes worse and worse (ie: pizza 6 of 8 meals, PB and J becomes best friend)
4. Still continue to keep a generous, but conservative, entertainment fund for each week. Controls you and the savings account.
5. Come to the realization that the credit card you just paid off can still be used to allow you to eat, drink and be merry, entertainment fund grows slightly.
6. Credit card becomes main transportation and food style payment.
7. Sign up with temp agencies; work a few days a week to keep entertainment/life funds close to consistent levels.
8. To keep amused through out the week, one must come up with little projects to do each and every day (ie: I'm going to walk to Jewel to buy some bread. Then I will sweep the floors again. I will write on my web page until I become very bored with it while I bore others who read my blather).

Conclusion: This experiment ended in almost total failure. It was total due to the fact that I'm still writing here and that my roommate has not kicked my skinny sorry ass out yet. The bills were paid, but there were more bills than expected. Well, not expected, but unnecessary expenses (beer, alcohol, good food every once in a while, parking tickets, little things for the apartment, and of course bowling). A person was only able to amass so much money watching the Judge Mathis show. So it has happened. I have found an almost permanent position at a place that I do not do very difficult work, but is still the best paying job I have ever had in my life. I was also growing full of stress. It was like if a ball of stress named Pooky, and Pooky kept gnawing on my insides until I felt like I was going to explode, I explode, and people become sticky with my insides (what was left of them since Pooky was eating them), and Pooky runs away laughing talking about all of my thoughts, because Pooky can read minds, but I won't care because I already exploded. Just like that. So, if you were wondering if a man can survive, yes he can, but he can't survive all that comfortably, especially if he likes hanging with his friends. I mean there are ways. Hell, I found some people who would pay me to sleep. Sleep, damn it! So according to this experiment, I will have to say I did not meet my goals, but this does not mean that this experiment is closed for all of time, but it will be at least until I get to take a vacation some place. Man do I need to get out of here for a while.

I was never very good in Science class when I was a child.

First things first. Congrats to Ethan, who played with the heart using Steelers players (Ethan is from Pennsylvania), in winning the lovely fantasy football game.

It's weird because it always seems like the major moments in my life (or at least the moments that seem important to me at those times but in a few months (for me it's years, I hold onto things a bit too long) it won't even matter) are lived through in a dream like state. In the past few days I have had a few of those moments.

For example, the interview I talked about a few days ago was just one of those occurrences. The entire time I was sitting there all I could think about was how these answers that I have practiced a thousand times over in my head sounded so cool when I made them up. Weren't these comments supposed to be hip. Luckily I understand I am not hip (or I would have to be living some place else and be driving a Jetta instead of 94 Dodge Spirit that I call Grimmie that has a right wheel that rattles every time you hit a bump) so that when the comments were flying out of my mouth I wasn't surprised. But the weird thing was I couldn't stop the stoopud comments from coming. I kept watching her, not too much because I didn't want to look freaky, but not too little so that I looked interested in whatever job that I was talking about. And the entire time I watched her all I could think about was how I had no control of what was going on. I walked out, scratched my head in disbelief, and while I scratched the interviewer came out and asked me a question, odds are asking herself why was this man scratching his head in such a vigorous manner.

The scary thing is if they actually offer me a position. Then it is time to worry.

So to make a long story short, I say stoopud things during important moments of my life, and I don't believe I should stop the comments due to the fact that they need to be expressed, but the need does not stop them from being stoopud, or myself being stoopud for that matter.

I'm pretty sure I have at least 6 stoopud comments in today's entry. I'll give you the first one, me writing stupid, stoopud.

Digression - someone found my webpage looking for Mike Brown of the Chicago Bears. Continue to rock good sir or madam.

New Comics Day! It has been a few months since I picked up my comics, but boy do I have a lot of them. Sometimes it is good to allow the inner child inside of myself out a bit.

The only problem is when I let the inner child out all of the time. It's a bitch to cram him back inside.

Neil Gaiman is going to be writing for Marvel?! This may be old news to others, but who the damn cares! I didn't really see any details about what or how or any real information.

My favorite moment New Year's Eve was when I was flipping through the Gumby calendar. Prickle is his name. So silly of me.

Could a man be more angry at Mario Tennis then me?

Here's to a brand new year!

The celebrations occurred, people jumped, tables broke, a very large bottle of Heineken beer was opened and quickly drank by those around me. Overall, a success.

With the prospect of possible jobs (I have an interview) the life seems to grow brighter, more enjoying. Hell, you don't mind spending the $3.00 for a slice of pizza (well, your stomach minds, and your ass has written a few complaints).

It is still cold outside and my blankets are not keeping my toes warm at night.

If you read the other whatjailislike websites then you must have figured out that we all decided to take our pages down for a few days due to a possible Y2K reoccurrencen. I just received the memo (dated 12-1-01, which is amazing due to the fact that I didn't start this page until the Spring of 2001), and man was I worried. I quickly took everything concerning a man with a globe down off of the World Wide Web. This man might not even be cutting the globe, but if it concerned a man, globe, and sometimes a monkey, but the monkey did not have to be involved all of the time, then I took it off of the web. But we are back. Y2K passed without any scare. The monkeys are jumping up and down in joyous celebration (I think they drank too much Heineken at the party), the man continues to cut the globe for all those around. He wishes you all a hardy good night.

How good would the New Years Eve party have been if there were monkeys there?

I'm searching for a good slogan to shout out every time I say the year 2002. Any suggestions, feel free to e-mail me. I'll post them somewhere at sometime. Hell we could even vote. Odds are I'll still take the one I like the best. I mean, I'll be the one shouting it. For example, SPING BREAK 2000! NO REGRETS NO APOLIGIES! Much fun by all.

here we go again

Bands I Like Currently and Have Played

because everyone needs a hug every once in a while.