Last week I posted a topic to the BBC forums on "No More Superpowers" I thought for sure I would be 'burned in effigy' by the brits, but in fact they were remarkably agreeable. This country has a long history of being the world's bully and trying the hide the information from it's population for quite some time, then when the info comes to light it's quickly dismissed as a 'conspiracy theory'. The rest of the world outside of the U.S. borders knows the terrible truth, convincing a nation of easily-led sheep is something else all together different.
I wonder if there's ever going to be positive resolution to this, some national waking-up where americans will realize how wrong and how evil their country is to the rest of the world. For many years I've seen a lot of arrogance and ignorance, but not much else. The american psyche is remarkable for it's refusal to accept reality, or even to research that reality to find out if it's valid. I find it astonishing that so many people can forget something like Iran-Contra ever happened. It seems that just that one issue would be enough to discredit the republican party forever. But *no*!!!! America sails along, lost without a clue as madmen lead the blind. . . What an appropriate description of the current situation.
Monday, December 31, 2001
Ton's O Time since I last logged in here, but hey, let's start it off right by raging about work: Why can't my customers just take a flying leap right out a multi-story structure? It's not *too* much to ask, they routed into my phone so that's a clear indication right away that they want much pain and suffering.
Well, it's getting close to New Years (tonite, in fact) and I will be once again staying home, away from the maddening drunken hoards. The last time I went out for New Years was with a friend of mine some years ago, then she got married and I tucked myself back into my little hovel, seldom to emerge, something like the troll under the bridge. "Raw Meat !!!!"
This morning I come into work as I usually do, sit out in my car in the parking lot while the rain beats down with a faint timpani beat as I eat my Jack in the Box Sourdough breakfast sandwich and then my Supreme Croissant as I read The Stranger. This is one of my simple joys in life, sitting in a car out in a parking lot before 4 AM on a weekday, eating a hot breakfast while reading my counterculture rag. Before The Stranger I just finished reading Douglas Coupland's 'Girlfriend in a Coma' and before that Rick Steve's 'Postcards From Europe'. Having finished eating my breakfast I wander into the building, always being sure in these ever-vigilant anti-terrorist times to prominently display my security badge to the same security guard, who carefully leans forward to examine it even though he's seen me a thousand times before, and even though only a security card badge like the one I wear is the only thing that will open the door. *Brother*. . . . I then proceed to the elevator and am able to get in and shut the door before someone else hops in to wish me an uncalled for cheery 'Good Morning' No thanks, I'll just be a Surly Bastard, thank you very much. Upon exiting the elevator I make my way to my cubicle, all done up with a planetary science motif, a couple of gliders and a Learjet. Dare to dream. . ..
After work this afternoon I will proceed to the fitness center where I will run around the gym with my overpriced fitness trainer and endeavor to turn my now flabby body into Abs of Steel !!! So far I've lost 20 + pounds in the last 3 months, but there is still much more to lose. I'm shooting for another 30 to 40 that I would like to loose off my once-lanky frame, since gone to pudge. I've noticed many changes since I started working out, * I Now Have A Chest !!!* I never thought I would have one of those, just another lonely A-Cup kinda guy out there, but I now have the rudimentary beginnings of full-on bitch tits! Whoo-Hoo world, watch out cause I will pinch you between my rippling man muscle !!! Yesterday I came in and worked out on a day I would usually just be sitting back and letting myself go to flab, but I want to accelerate the weight loss / muscle building process so I can look like a babe magnet at Wreck Beach. Now there's a little bit of Eden unto itself. Wreck Beach is just below the Anthropology Museum at the UBC campus and is one of the coolest (the only) nude beach I've ever been too. I remember the first time I went out there and dropped trou; at first I was a little bit self concious, but the exhibitionist in me would not be denied, and besides I didn't look half-bad back then. I was laying out there on the beach, no water, no suntan lotion, thinking to myself that I'm burning to a crisp and I should really put some clothes on and get into the shade, wishing *so* much that I had brought somethinng to drink with me when I turned and looked up the beach to see one of the most beautiful hippie women I've ever seen, walking straight towards me with a tray full of Mai-Tai's wearing nothing but a change purse. I felt as if I had a visitation from an angel. I waved her over, watching her nut-brown body swaying across the sand as she drew closer. As she knelt down to bestow my drink upon me I engaged her in meaningless conversation, hoping in the back of my mind that I might come up with something, anything to entice her to sharing a bed that night, but without success. And so I prolonged my first visit to Wreck Beach, watching all these beautiful women stroll by, letting it all hang out and being a prisoner of my then-unrealized social anxiety disorder. Oh, the pain!!! I came away from that day with the most complete and total sunburn I've ever experienced, but it was well worth it and I would gladly make the same sacrifice again (and someday *may again*!)
The last time I went out the Wreck Beach I was so out of shape (and shapeless) it was an effort just to walk *down* the stairs to say nothing of walking up. I went down there early and sat down on a driftwood log in front of a couple in sleeping bags. They got up shortly thereafter, shucked their clothes and while the boyfriend walked up the beach, the nubile and smoothly-muscled girlfriend stayed behind to entertain me with morning nude yoga exercises. One of the most entertaining guilty pleasures I've ever had.
Well, it's getting close to New Years (tonite, in fact) and I will be once again staying home, away from the maddening drunken hoards. The last time I went out for New Years was with a friend of mine some years ago, then she got married and I tucked myself back into my little hovel, seldom to emerge, something like the troll under the bridge. "Raw Meat !!!!"
This morning I come into work as I usually do, sit out in my car in the parking lot while the rain beats down with a faint timpani beat as I eat my Jack in the Box Sourdough breakfast sandwich and then my Supreme Croissant as I read The Stranger. This is one of my simple joys in life, sitting in a car out in a parking lot before 4 AM on a weekday, eating a hot breakfast while reading my counterculture rag. Before The Stranger I just finished reading Douglas Coupland's 'Girlfriend in a Coma' and before that Rick Steve's 'Postcards From Europe'. Having finished eating my breakfast I wander into the building, always being sure in these ever-vigilant anti-terrorist times to prominently display my security badge to the same security guard, who carefully leans forward to examine it even though he's seen me a thousand times before, and even though only a security card badge like the one I wear is the only thing that will open the door. *Brother*. . . . I then proceed to the elevator and am able to get in and shut the door before someone else hops in to wish me an uncalled for cheery 'Good Morning' No thanks, I'll just be a Surly Bastard, thank you very much. Upon exiting the elevator I make my way to my cubicle, all done up with a planetary science motif, a couple of gliders and a Learjet. Dare to dream. . ..
After work this afternoon I will proceed to the fitness center where I will run around the gym with my overpriced fitness trainer and endeavor to turn my now flabby body into Abs of Steel !!! So far I've lost 20 + pounds in the last 3 months, but there is still much more to lose. I'm shooting for another 30 to 40 that I would like to loose off my once-lanky frame, since gone to pudge. I've noticed many changes since I started working out, * I Now Have A Chest !!!* I never thought I would have one of those, just another lonely A-Cup kinda guy out there, but I now have the rudimentary beginnings of full-on bitch tits! Whoo-Hoo world, watch out cause I will pinch you between my rippling man muscle !!! Yesterday I came in and worked out on a day I would usually just be sitting back and letting myself go to flab, but I want to accelerate the weight loss / muscle building process so I can look like a babe magnet at Wreck Beach. Now there's a little bit of Eden unto itself. Wreck Beach is just below the Anthropology Museum at the UBC campus and is one of the coolest (the only) nude beach I've ever been too. I remember the first time I went out there and dropped trou; at first I was a little bit self concious, but the exhibitionist in me would not be denied, and besides I didn't look half-bad back then. I was laying out there on the beach, no water, no suntan lotion, thinking to myself that I'm burning to a crisp and I should really put some clothes on and get into the shade, wishing *so* much that I had brought somethinng to drink with me when I turned and looked up the beach to see one of the most beautiful hippie women I've ever seen, walking straight towards me with a tray full of Mai-Tai's wearing nothing but a change purse. I felt as if I had a visitation from an angel. I waved her over, watching her nut-brown body swaying across the sand as she drew closer. As she knelt down to bestow my drink upon me I engaged her in meaningless conversation, hoping in the back of my mind that I might come up with something, anything to entice her to sharing a bed that night, but without success. And so I prolonged my first visit to Wreck Beach, watching all these beautiful women stroll by, letting it all hang out and being a prisoner of my then-unrealized social anxiety disorder. Oh, the pain!!! I came away from that day with the most complete and total sunburn I've ever experienced, but it was well worth it and I would gladly make the same sacrifice again (and someday *may again*!)
The last time I went out the Wreck Beach I was so out of shape (and shapeless) it was an effort just to walk *down* the stairs to say nothing of walking up. I went down there early and sat down on a driftwood log in front of a couple in sleeping bags. They got up shortly thereafter, shucked their clothes and while the boyfriend walked up the beach, the nubile and smoothly-muscled girlfriend stayed behind to entertain me with morning nude yoga exercises. One of the most entertaining guilty pleasures I've ever had.
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