bugada boo!!

holy crap I cleaned my apartment!!!

Free-Time On My Hands

Classes for this semester are now over, and a stretch of time where I don't have any papers that I have to write, nothing I have to read, and I don't know what to do with myself.

Plans are currently as follows:

Read a couple of books; currently working on Pynchons V for the second time. I read it for the first time a goodly number of years ago, think I'll enjoy it even more this time.

Write a couple of odd little notions that have been bugging my brain; namely a defense of blogging as a means of stimulating creativity and some sort of discourse on internet pornography as it relates to human sexuality and the ongoing repression of all things related. I mean despite all the little starlets we've got running around in various states of undress the american mind-set is still far more comfortable with decapitations than naked bodies.

I'd also like to clean my apartment.. (probably not going to happen in any-way but a half-assed one.

And finally, celebrate the holiday season with the consumption of every alcoholic beverage that comes within reach of my grubby little hands.

Happy Holidays!!!

finite jester

on a search for words
words words words
ways to wrap this wound
that i can't find words for...


god that's horrible...
just thought i'd share...

had a poetic impulse a moment ago, but it fell apart when it tried to go to paper, so i says to myself, ach.. just write something stupid for the blog... and that's it.. wow.. i really shouldn't post that

Free Advice... (and we all know how dangerous that is)

if you're planning on running out to check your mailbox in the winter...

and if you're currently wearing a pair of bowling shoes...

...either;

A : walk, don't run

or

B : change your shoes

otherwise you might slip and crack your knee against the icy concrete, which doesn't tend to improve anyones day and will probably leave a bruise.

Random Ranting, without a Real Reason

so last night I got to play with one of my friend's kids. the jester got an invite for martinis and upon arrival, everyone in the house of two children was, go figure, busy.

so the jester has been watching a bunch of old muppet show episodes lately, and this seemed like a perfect opportunity to act foolish, lemme tell you, under the influence of a lovely little pain-pill and some alcohol there's nothing better than to have a couple of kids running around you, hyper as all get out because there's a fresh human there to gabber at. I've got one child hanging off my shoulders, the other trying to climb up my leg, I'm singing Christmas songs with off-key conviction, and there for a couple of moments, nothing else mattered. Easy to look at it as an excuse to release your inner childish nature, but the jester has never had a hard time releasing that side of his personality.

just one of those magic moments, when you've got the undivided attention of a set of eyes that have only just seen their second birthday, when you're the one responsible for that grin, that awesome and incomprable curving of lips that doesn't bear the ironic detatchment you can see in the grins of everyone who understands how this wonderful world of ours works. kids don't laugh at how you dance.. (well they do, but there's no malice in it) kids don't laugh at how you sing... (well they might, but they're just as likely to join in)

and you know, the real impetus for writing here is gone... i've lost that moment, when i was reading "Green Eggs and Ham" and everything seemed fine and dandy. For just a moment there, the world was the wonderful place we'd all like it to be...

and knowing their parents; good, caring individuals, the jester just has to smile... the magical mystery tour is going to keep on rolling, maybe the next generation will get it right.

Fortune Cookie...

The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.


ok, that's an odd fortune cookie... just got that one last night.

hard at work.. but durn, i love bloggin'

Yep yep, the actual truth is that I'm at a momentary impasse with regard to a paper I'm writing for school, so I figured I'd piddle here...
{the jester notices that working on scholastic paper has affected his habit of not capitalizing his 'i' }

In truth I've decided that since I just got back another A on my latest paper, my notions of grade immunity were not exagerated and am hard at work on a defense of drunkeness in terms of artistic integrity...

the jester laughs...