I return from the depths of grind and gorge. The orange felt tip pen that keeps track of counter points is itchy. The keyboard has mocked my absence. All of my ‘office creatures’ have missed me with the lubricated mental velocity of ferocity.
My trip had highlights and I would like to thank the Sullivans of Peabody MA for making my vacation salvageable.
My Dad made some great food and I had some great (orgasmic) roast beef sandwiches from Bill and Bob’s Famous Roast Beef that left me looking for more and more and more. The clams I had sucked and I was too broke for lobster.
The rest was rubbish and I would have been fine not having the whole trip go down. It would have been easier to just dig my own reality. Social interaction is not one of my high points these days.
Been feeling the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion lately but still can’t find the tracks I remember from a lost weekend in Humboldt back in 2001. Ah, what a fall that was. Images over words; words as a spice, a garnish.
And this leaves me with a set of clips to jive along with some music. I seem to like both. I seem to be attracted to it. It makes me hard and moist in all the right places and then leaves me smiling:
This leaves me feeling calm enough to write the conclusion to this post; it leaves me feeling sublime and yummy and just relaxed enough to laugh at anxiety.
In a world of sleepy people, 80 hour work weeks do not make much sense.
So I have been asked to submit some photos for a Christmas video over at Dragonflower’s. This gave me a clever excuse to take some photos and update my icon photo. I smiled.
I was dealing hot and heavy all week with a dispute over a sick day and some retaliation intended to get me fired over at the Vons. The manager explained to me that it had “been brought to my attention that you now work for a competitor.” I laughed and said it was not his business. It is not. I am not obligated {due to the high class and scale of demographic encompassed by my new employer which makes it not a competitor or even in the same league and (of course) issues of privacy} to covney anything. It is not his business anyhow. I smiled.
At night and over night, I think of songs that have to do with Christmas and I get excited about seeing my kiddo in less than a couple weeks. All of the standards warm the cockles of my heart but some of the new ones stick with me like the buffet fixin’s at the over zealous holiday purveyor of whom I may visit. I smile.
Some standards remind me of when I used to molest my baritone into a fervor of fruitcake revival. When my deep voice was not deep enough; when I thought that speaking lower and lower would bring me gals. I smile.
And there is the matter of my delusional Vegas show that I came up with years ago - over a decade ago to be more exact. I used to think that I could have a Vegas show (complete with waiving pasties and the like with a lounge type of vibe) revolving around my ultimate favourite Christmas song of “Winter Wonderland“. I was going to call it “Capt’n Dick’s Christmas Extravaganza”. It didn’t sell. No one stepped up to the plate on that one. I smiled.
I smile a lot now.
I am working three days, in grocery (not dairy), at Vons now as a result of some harassment.
I am still loving Bristol Farms which I work a 40 hour week at.
When The Cool Footage Won't Play; Find A Home-Made Jobby In Pink
I haven’t really been around on BS these days. I barely am here enough to promptly respond to comments to the one post that I try my damndest to get out once a week. For this, I appologize most sincerely to you, my readers.
I can't even begin to tell you the last time that I went through my reading list and left comments or simply just read. I have not forgotten anyone but I am sure some folks feel that way. Again, I am sorry.
It has been months since I wrote a short story over at ‘young broke and republican’ and almost as long since a new poem went up over at ‘verses of a modern day madman’.
When I first signed up almost two years ago, I was very jazzed about being able to have a forum for my writing; the possibilities were endless. It wasn’t until a few months later that I found my voice here on BS with writing politics and social commentary on ‘young broke and republican’. Funny, that what finally sunk my heels into the BS experience is something that I completely shy away from when participating these days!
The new people were amazing and the energy here was profoundly electric. It was as if we were all freshman in college and feeling each other out (and up) and just like that first year of university, some of us did not make it past the first few semesters. However, some of us graduated and others became perma-students making the wish to never grow up and be forever wrapped in this educational cocoon.
Shortly after Lucy’s amazing graduation video, I was introduced to the chat room and found that to be a great social release. It was like a local club or bar where everyone from the community could go to unwind and discuss the happenings in the ‘neighborhood’. Many a late night was spent by me in that ‘room’ talking to folks I could only imagine the visages of. Sometimes it would lead to late night phone calls; other nights it was just me and the four walls waiting for the Capt’n to show up before or after some Godly shift of vocational perversion.
All good things are a terrible thing to waste in glass houses with bulls run amok.
Ahhhh, to remember those nights …
I remember those days and sometimes when I take that first sip of coffee in the morning or look out off of my deck in a certain direction while smoking a cigarette, I think of those nights. The writing, the friendships, the quarrels, the gossip, the connection; the smell of something fresh and clean.
I will be back, once my two jobs are whittled to one. Maybe then, Whit will unblock me, Moody will return, Lucy will forgive and forget and say hello, and the chat room will be that dive to grab a draught in before you head home.
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