the adventures of "joe blow"...

now playing: lifehouse, "simon"


ok, so i gave in and posted the book - just keep this little tidbit in mind...joe blow is the working moniker of the main character until a name pops into my head that i deem suitable. yeah, i know, pretty lame - but if i'd set aside the time to give it more thought, then i'd have come up with something permanent by now. it seems odd to me to refer to him in third person and use my own name, for one thing. for another, i'm pretty certain that there'll be some creative license taken at some point...so while i'm using actual names in some instances, it just seems more honest if i abandon any pretense of this being a nonfiction work. if you're actually inclined to read it and want to know which parts are true and which aren't, i'll be happy to tell you.

cameron crowe did this the right way - he waited until much farther down the line to do anything based remotely on his life. for me, though, nothing else was really beckoning me at this point...and on the notice that i had, it came the most naturally.

i sat down years ago and started a song called "alan freed's blues", but never finished it. that title was taking the song somewhere that demanded more attention than the space of a song allows, and this seems like a good place for that to come to rest.

jayda went with me on one of my service calls last night, and we talked about boyfriends and moms and had mcdonalds apple pies - good parent time. she pooped out on the way home, which was kinda surprising...there's no school today due to the elections.

i'm trying to figure that one out. why is it important to shield our children from the democratic process? yeah, keep them little fuckers away from the polls...send 'em across the street to the drug dealer or down the block to the liquor store, where they belong.

my son was chained to his desk to finish homework he'd solemnly pledged would be ready to turn in on monday. he's officially grounded until thanksgiving at my house.

my son lies.

a lot.

i will beat this, though. if it means i have to play the dick, then i guess it means i have to play the dick, but the lesson needs to be absorbed that trying to bullshit me will not make his life easier in the long run. or the short run, either.

on a different but no less frustrating subject, i'm becoming more and more amazed at the shit that i'm asked to pull off at work. our company was audited by the bsa about a year ago, and my boss has never recovered. we haven't reacted in what i'd call a logical way - what we've essentially decided is that new is bad, and completely illogical and non-cost-effective upgrades are good.

makes for some pretty maddening work, lemme tell ya.

i'm on it, though. this is the week in which i must kick serious amounts of ass.