i'm sitting at my desk at my job in louisville in the state of kentucky in the united states. i do not feel like being here. as a matter of fact, i'm only here so that i can get holiday pay for tomorrow. i plan on ducking out of here as soon as no one is looking. i'm being quiet, unassuming. laying low. as soon as they let their guard down…i'm out of here.

what i got for christmas (off the top of my head):
the complete hitchcock (book)
hellboy fridge magnet
fight club reproduction shooting script
far side off the wall calendar
ice cream scooper (with trigger action)
DVD: the game, mallrats, chasing amy, being john malkovich

i'm probably forgetting something, but then again, i'm at work, so it should be forgiven. i gave out most of the presents fairly early, a good thing considering how broke i am due to my car breaking down. i got matt some kerouac books and paul the magnolia dvd. the gifts i gave were pretty damned lackluster, but i plan to do much better next year.

ahhh…next year. the only new year's resolution i plan on making this year is to not make a serious new year's resolution. i've made too many resolutions and failed miserably, so this time i'm going to accomplish something. just you watch.

another glorious waste of time: mobile's disco. i'm on as slint. i'm usually carrying around a vodka because that's all i can get the finnish bartender to give me. you can find me kickin' the dope rhymes in the disco room.

i'm just wasting time: an essay on mental hygiene films. [sorta via phonezilla]

another day where it feels like i'm waking up in the water box. this is my description of my most recent affliction where i seem to only gain self awareness as scalding hot water washes over me in the shower. i really have no recollection of anything that may have happened prior to that. i don't even know how i got there. this is a recurring problem.

then i get to work and i swear it must be idiot day. i have a much worse name for today, but i'm keeping it to myself. i don't want to come off as extremely cruel. not any more than usual, anyway…i've taken quite a few calls today and they've all been morons. i'm not gonna get into particulars, but for your information: please make sure you don't have your caps lock key on before you call tech support. please.

site that it's too easy for me to waste time at: swingin' chicks of the 60's. too many pretty girls from an era gone by…

i brought my lunch to work today. a can of chunky soup. i even brought my own bowl. this is important because i'm getting to eat and i don't have to utilize my severely dwindling cash supply. this is what a wise man would call one of life's little victories.

i started the day trying to be a good employee, but now my bad habits have gotten the best of me. i'm slacking off, eyeing the clock, waiting for lunch. i figure…i won't be here for a week, so by the time i get back, i'll be a good employee, and it'll be too far in the past for anyone to bitch. this is what we call "working the system", kids. remember it well.

it's the day after christmas. i'm one of the few lucky people that didn't have to return to work today. not me, no sir. i'm sitting at home, wasting as much time as humanly possible. it's my calling, i guess. i'm back to work tomorrow for one entire day.

brad keeps plugging away on his new weblog. i saw him yesterday at the family christmas. steve, chris, and i taught him how to play euchre. chris and i won, as we usually do. the turkey was dry as hell. someone (my aunt who cannot cook to save her life) decided it was a grand idea to baste the turkey with wine. no thanks, i say. the alcoholic consumption was curbed when i was presented with the drink choices for the day: some vodka drink that was semi-solid and milwaukee's best from a can. i'm not fond of drinking things that scare me, so let's just say i stuck with the coke classic.

i didn't receive any presents on the actual holiday. we did all of our gift exchanging around here a couple of days ago. i probably need to scoot over to my dad's house sometime today and see how they're doing. all in all, it was a pretty calm christmas. i cut out early and came home to hang out with paul.

it's christmas eve and i'm sitting at work. this isn't really a big deal, i guess. i'd rather work today than tomorrow, and i had no plans going, anyway. so all in all…not a bad thing, i guess. minus the whole "being at work" thing, anyway.

i hope made it down to virginia alright. i haven't gotten an email or seen an update, so i guess i should just hope for the best. i'm sure he's alright, though.

the guy next to me is listening to really bad dance music, really loud. it's starting to drive me totally insane. i don't see how he can answer tech support calls and listen to that garbage. actually…i just don't know how he can listen to the crap to begin with, but maybe that's just me. i am going to avoid making the connection between his sexual orientation and his taste in music. for now, anyway…

i talked to brad for a little bit last night. he seems interested in taking life during wartime seriously, so we'll see how that pans out. if all else fails, i can just give him shit at the annual christmas drunken hullabalo tomorrow. i'm not driving to the get-together, so i'll probably get hammered early on and stay that way. nothing beats getting trashed with your grandmother. honestly.

so…yeah. i can't fight the lure of the ol' weblog, so most likely i'll end up updating tomorrow, as well. keep your eyes peeled.

everyone has gone their seperate ways today, it seems. matt packed his essentials and headed of to virginia to visit his family. hopefully he made it there alright. paul is out with brax, seeing a movie and getting dinner. i'm pretty damn broke at the moment, mostly due to the car, so i opted to stay home and play video games.

i'm hoping to get up to chicago in a couple of weeks to see the casket lottery and small brown bike play. realy it's just a cheap excuse to head up to chicago to see friends i don't see often enough. hey…i do what i can.

so have a merry christmas or whatever it is that you do…i'm going back to my video games.

i went down to the repair place to reclaim the car today. that set me back a grand total of $310.35. it ended up being the timing belt that broke, making my car rather non-functional. it seems to be running better than it did before the accident, so i guess that's a plus.

we're having everyone over tonight for a little christmas business (paul's already here, posting for the evening). i finally get to meet the mysterious nathan tonight, so that should be interesting. we'll exchange gifts and a good time should be had by all.

my cousin brad seems to have launched a new site, entitled life during wartime. i personally think it reads much better than his old one, so hopefully he decides to continue it.

the new developing the monkey is finally up. it's nice to have another hefty dose of kevin smith, and it's also nice to see that psycomic got their server problems straightened out.

have a good weekend. i intend on staying busy.

now that the car is towed and safely tucked away at the repair shop…i can now rest easier. a little bit easier, anyway. as easy as one can rest when he's sick, broke, and without a car. oh yeah…and with no comics. but enough of my sob story, huh?

since i pointed nanette to the tempermant quiz thing, i thought i'd post my results. i turned out to be an eNFj. an idealist teacher. we make up only around 2% of the population. i can't argue with the idealist part. i've known that all along. i'm definitely a dreamer, a hopeless romantic. but it scares me to recognize the aspects of my personality that lend to teaching others. when it's all there in black and white, it's easier to identify them. it's not like i'm yoda, but this is definitely interesting. this, coupled with my recent score of a 147 on an iq test really has me interested in myself. where is all of this untapped potential when i need it?

scott, guy, and i went out to the mall today. we were on a mission. a mission to acquire the cover photo to the transmission3000 christmas cds. a mission to take pictures of santa. scott informed us that it's against the rules to take pictures in the mall (as a matter of fact, i remember being with scott when we were told that. it was him, lauren, and myself…sitting out front of the mall after his car died), so we decided to be secret agent about it. we set ourselves up in the food court, hopping from open table to open table until we scored the seat with the best view of the plaza below. the plaza where sat the fat man himself, don clausioni. scott snapped off a few pics before the other co-founder of transmission3000, steve, happened to show up on the scene. he hung out for a bit, while scott snapped pictures of the don endorsing pepsi and terrorizing children. after a few more snaps of "the man", scott decided to get ballsy. "let's get pics of that animatronic elf." this, of course, required us to leave our roost and proceed to the main floor. this held an element of danger and inspired a debate between guy and myself: should we provide scott cover? or should we wander apart from him so that we don't look so conspicuous?

and then scott lost his mind. "let's ask santa if you can sit on his lap while i take a picture." this boggled the mind. not only is it against the rules for a civilian to snap photos in the mall, but we were seriously cutting into 'ol jolly's livelihood. he was charging $10 a pop for his pics! i obviously couldn't resist a challenge and buckled, under the condition that scott would do the asking. a short second standing in line and we scored! the fat man's wranglers didn't give a fat shit! next thing i know, i'm sitting on the ol' toothgrinder's lap, asking him how shit's been. i informed him "i think i've been pretty nice," and then i was out of there. scott snapped a couple of pics, but missed the shaking of hands…true proof of a pact with the gift giving devil. high on our conquest, we decided to scram.

guy and i squeezed by ups to pick up the package that i missed the other day when seth was here. it turned out to be a mallrats dvd sent out from none other than my pal jack. this is a welcome addition to my dvd collection, and i think as soon as matt gets home this evening, i'll throw it in.

interesting addendum to my post about freezing doors: when i got home from jim's house sunday night, my door had frozen shut yet again. with me inside. i had to actually kick my way out of the car. joy of joys.

i'm gonna go get some warmth on…it's freezing in here.

i decided to stop being so boring and go over to jim's tonight. matt and paul weren't there yet when i got there, but they arrived shortly. we had a delicious spaghetti dinner, cooked by jim's wife lori. we watched some simpsons and king of the hill. i decided to bail before x-files, partly because i haven't really enjoyed this season as much as i have in the past. i think the show's really on it's last leg.

when i went outside to get in my car to leave jim's, my door had once again frozen shut. i went back into the house to the expected "that was quick", and retrieved a pot full of scalding hot water. jim decided to come out and give me a hand, just in case. of all the friends that i've met in the past couple of years, i'd say jim and brax are the guys that i wish i spent more time with. this is no slight to matt or paul, because god knows i'm with them virtually every day. i just don't see jim and brax often enough for my tastes.

it seems the brax part of the equation will be solved soon, though. i was shocked to find out that when bob (our "chronic"ly toking hippie roommate) moves out at the end of this month, brax will be moving in. this is what is called "a good thing". brax and i are already planning on starting a season on nhl 2001. lots of hockey fights will ensue, i'm sure.

i'll be going to bed soon. i hope you all have visions of sugarplums dancing through your heads. whatever the hell a sugarplum is…