Fredo can't find any work? / Ah, my mind's such a sweet thing.

It saddens me to learn that Fredo can't find a job. I wonder if it has anything to do with the following.



The man just doesn't interview well. And far be it for me to judge anyone's eating habits, but it sure seems like cannibalism should be an automatic disqualification for just about any job out there. However, I don't see cannibalism as something that should get in the way of the tolerance!

Damn my open-minded ways!





I leave you with this:

Glory!!! / but I've been to Oklahoma

IT'S A MIRACLE!!!!!



I leave you with something a bit more secular:

For what it's worth / Peter Fetchner / What's the point?

Peter Fechter (January 14, 1944 – August 17, 1962) was a bricklayer from East Berlin, who at the age of eighteen became one of the first victims of the Berlin Wall's border guards. About one year after the construction of the wall, Fechter attempted to flee from the GDR (German Democratic Republic)together with hisfriend Helmut Kulbeik. The plan was to hide in a carpenter's workshop near the wall in Zimmerstrasse and, after observing the border guards from there, to jump out of a window into the so-called death-strip (a strip running between the main wall and a parallel fence which they had recently started to construct), run across it, and climb over the two metre (6.5 ft) wall topped with barbed wire into the Kreuzberg district of West Berlin near Checkpoint Charlie. While both reached the wall, guards fired at them. Although Kulbeik succeeded in crossing the wall, Fechter, still on the wall, was shot in the pelvis in plain view of hundreds of witnesses. He fell back into the death-strip on the Eastern side, where he remained in view of Western onlookers, including journalists. Despite his screams, he received no medical assistance either from the East or the West side. He bled to death after about an hour. My source is Wikipedia.

For what it's worth, the song I posted was written in 1967 as a protest song against the Viet Nam war, and while Peter died 5 years earlier in East Germany, it was all part of the same fucked up landscape. I'm afraid we haven't made much progress since then. The name of the song is actually "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield
I saved this last 8/27/07 on my pc. I'm not really sure why, but something led me to this last August. Anyway, it's late at night now, and since I tend to be a bit less "bubbly" late at night/early in the am, here it is. Somehow knowing stuff like this helps me keep my bubble a bit more centered. I don't dwell on it, it's just stuff I know. It's a bit strange, but that's how I operate. You should see some of the other stuff I have saved on my hard drive. Perhaps at a later date you will. It's nothing absolutely disgusting and totally sick, it's just stuff most people wouldn't bother to find out [let alone keep]. Peter Fetchner laid there moaning and simply bled to death because of view points at odds with each other. So fucking pointless.
The current administration in Washington seems to have a "Just to be safe, let's torture everyone." attitude, so ugly behavior isn't exclusive to everyone but Americans. Just because our policies are probably less ugly than the policies of many many other governments, that doesn't make it right. So fucking dangerous.
But tomorrow is a new day and while praising God for all His beautiful pageantry is one option to make us feel better, I opt to just get a good night sleep instead. It's far easier [no slaughtering animals or entire civilizations] and dogma-free.

"Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?"/ Interview DOs and DON'Ts

I was going to do a piece on effective interviews, but then I asked myself, "What the fuck do I care about interviews?" Well, I don't. The following is shamelessly hilarious. One or both of these clips are fake. If they are both fake, at least one of these is pure genius. The lady blowing her nose is a nice touch.







I leave you with this:

You re-arrange me till I'm sane. / "Well, I can only speculate as to reasons why . . . "

This is one of my favorite scenes from one of my very favorite movies. When I first saw this I could almost hear the wheels in my head turning. I've never experienced a movie so intense, so funny, so depressing, so everything, including the music . . . especially the music. I realized that we're all sane or we're all bat-shit crazy . . . some more than others. I wish this clip was a bit longer, but it's long enough. Actually, there are so many great scenes from this movie, that they are all my favorite.









I leave you with this:

Then peace will guide the planets. And love will steer the stars / Damn . . . I'm what?

I ran across this years ago and loved it. Your Horoscope . . . a second opinion

Your Horoscope
Aquarius–> Jan. 20-Feb 18 You have an inventive mind and are inclined to be progressive. You lie a great deal. You make the same mistakes repeatedly because you are stupid. Everyone thinks you’re a fucking jerk.
Pisces–>Feb.19-Mar. 20 You are a pioneer type and think most people are dick-heads. You are quick to reprimand, impatient and scornful of advice. You do nothing but piss-off everyone you come in contact with. You are a prick.
Aries–>Mar. 21-Apr.19 You have a wild imagination and often think you are being followed by the FBI and CIA. You have minor influence on you friends and people resent you for flaunting your power. You lack self confidence and are a general dip-shit.
Taurus–>Apr. 20-May 20 You are practical and persistent. You have a dogged determination and work like hell. Most people think you’re stubborn and bull-headed. You are nothing but a goddamned communist.
Gemini–>May 21-June 20 You are a quick and intelligent thinker. People like you because you are bisexual. You are inclined to expect too much for too little. This means you are a cheap bastard. Gemini’s are notorious for thriving on incest.
Cancer–>June 22-July 22 You are sympathetic and understanding to other people’s problems, which makes you a sucker. You are always putting things off. That is why you will always be on welfare and won’t be worth a shit. Everyone in prison is a Cancer
Leo–>July 23-Aug.22 You consider yourself a born leader. Others think you are an idiot. Most Leo’s are bullies. You are vain and cannot tolerate criticism. Your arrogance is disgusting. Leo people are thieving mother-fuckers and enjoy masturbation more than sex.
Virgo–>Aug, 23-Sept. 22 You are the logical type and hate disorder. Your shit-picking attitude is sickening to your friends and co-workers. You are cold, unemotional, and often fall asleep while fucking. Virgo’s make good bus drivers and pimps.
Libra–>Sept.23-Oct. 21 You are the artistic type and have difficult time dealing with reality. If you are male, you are queer. Chances for employment and monetary gain are nil. Most Libra women are whores. All Libra’s die of venereal disease.
Scorpio–>Oct.24-Nov.21 The worst of the lot. You are a shrewd in business and cannot be trusted. You shall achieve the pinnacle of success because of your lack of ethics. You are a perfect son-of-a-bitch. Most Scorpios are murdered.
Sagittarius–>Nov.22-Dec.21 You are optimistic and enthusiastic. You have a reckless tendency to rely on luck since you have no talent.. The majority of Sagitarians are drunks. You are a worthless piece of shit.
Capricorn–>Dec.22-Jan.19 You are conservative and afraid of risk. You are basically a chicken-shit. There has never been a Capricorn of any importance.. You should kill yourself








I leave you with this:

I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set/BULLSHIT

I read a story about the pentagon awarding a 22-year-old a $300 million contract to provide ammunition to Afghanistan. The ammo he procurred was from old Soviet stockpiles located throughout the old eastern bloc . . . in other words . . . it was mostly unusable. I assume that, at best, this gentlemen is no more than only slightly more qualified than I am, so it gives me great hope knowing that even the little guy, given the right motivation, can feed at the same trough as the big boys [Blackwater, Halliburton, et al]. Truly . . . the world is my oyster.

I leave you with this: