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throat on fire. eyelids heavy. brain 1/2 speed.

Sleep shall overtake me soon. Exactly when...an enigma. Trying to predict the monster is a task not worth the trouble. Soon, soon.

Shopping...the theme of the day. Shopping is what was done. Shopping is still to be.

Tahoe looks at me. He says, simply, "I'm tired." We are all tired, turkey tired.

2005, rumbling down the road at full speed. Am I ready for that unavoidable head-on collision? Probably not. There are too many hurdles to jump and puddles to wade though just to get to the other side of December. Never-the-less, the collison will occur and the wreck will be spectacular. People will stop to see, just like they do with all devistation. Gotta stop and see. Many hurdles and puddles. Jump and swim.

Buy me. I'm on sale and I will solve every problem you could ever have. Sale is one day only! Hurry and don't miss out. Limited to stock on hand. No rain checks or substitutions. Only $9.99 (tax not included).

eyelids heavier. screen almost too bright.

No snow this holiday. Rocks and sand are on order and will be served up cold. A side of palm tree, perhaps?

Rumble. Ramble. On and on.

Sleep is right behind me now. I know that I can no longer fight it. Time to let it take me to that other world within a world.

brain 1/6 speed.

Sleeping Beauty doesn't know how good she had it...bitch.

Thank you and come again.


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last awake

The party has set alarm clocks and gone to bed. Scents of baked apples and creme du loge hang in the air as numb nostrils inhale. Exhale. And slowly, how! I have had amounts of brandy, undisclosed and unregretted. I have sent ALL ladies to their sheets while I reside in dark concsious rooms of couches, computers, television, and cardboard cut outs of Aragorn and that sexy elf. My hair is FoHawlked. My teeth are grim, and my guts will retract only after days' digestion rolls, buckles, and expells. Gross.

Happy Thanksgiving my friends. ST, Eddie, and Double O, I love you guys and wish you were here.

Wish you were here. Twice again.

WHAT!? What is that I hear? Ajorning this dark living room of devices to amuse I hear the brittle laughter of one on the verge of tears. Hillary is speaking to Heather. Hillary is having negative emotional reactions to a certain someone spending their Thanksgiving, many states away, at Denny's and strip clubs. Ah. Strife, how do you mock us. (That was an apostrophe.) For some reasons, her troubles bring dastardly hope to this, the last layer of my heart. Dastardly, for I have lost the illusion that what I want is controlled by me.

Madda.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

11:22 a.m. ThanksMorning

ThanksTaking has happened. Julie hath stolen (quite by accident) Hoodus' pie dish.

I have said two words in the last 15 minutes. "Good" and "Morning." Now I'm going to sing a song. I wrote it last night when I was at the Lounge Bar (with a rotating center bar) with Heather, Hoodus, Julie, and Sara.

And it goes:

"Bar Singer In A Quiet Corner"

Pickin' hard in the right
Frets hammered in the left
There's a Man at the mic
Takes time to tip hat to friends best

A capo on two
Strap of snakeskin
voice bearded and blue
quality of classic men

"Your name's not Dale Sanders!"
"Yes it is, hi Sherry."
"Oh, I always love your music!"
"The harmonica makes me free."

Forgive Me! Tis Thanksgiving!

Mungo is at a house drinking fishermen's punch at 1:43 a.m. I was also eating popcorn. I AM eating popcorn.

Mikey, I'm not too busy for you, please don't think that. Double O and I see each other about once a week. We went to the Village Inn together for the FIRST TIME since I had been back.

I love you guys and I'm dead serious sorry that I haven't been here for you. Not much is new in my life and it's hard to get to a computer. Yes yes yes, there's one at Double O's house, but I'm hardly ever there. I'm not there now and it's Thanksgiving! Long story.

SMF coming to a mailbox near you.
Peace and Love,
HighPipe Thanksgiving,
mungo

Screw You Guys

Moving on up...

(fade in the "Jeffersons" theme song here)

The house is sold. We will be moving within the next 2-3 weeks. Needless to say that during this time my bloggies may be sparse. Although with you bastards never on here that shouldn't be a big deal. (laughter)

Yes yes, we are excited. Lots o' things to do and many things to move.

Talk to you fools later.

ST

The 'Obscurity' of SMF 3-2

I am also a bastard. I have been promising Solid Mud Forum 3-2 for the last 6 weeks and I have still not finished it! You'd think I was working on Halo 2 or something. Nope! Just 5 or 6 pages of writing about this or that. Somehow, I have a feeling that deadlines are no good when they are implemented my "SELF." Humph. I wrote up my last story last night at Kaladi Brothers (frontage road location) and I am about to type it in. It's a review (of sorts) of J.D. Salinger's Franny and Zooey. The only reason I'm writing about it is because it has actually changed the way I feel about some things. Not many books are that powerful, but this one struck me at the exact right time. I hope to have The Smiff finished in the next hour, so I'll be off.

ST, I'll get back to you about the monitor. Lemme look around town a bit, I'm kinda on a tight budget, and it's a low priority right now. Buying winter boots is a top priority and I'll be taking care of that today. I'm going to buy a pair of Merrel Winterra's through the vendor. I should get them at 50% off retail. Look them up, they're the diggity bomb.

It's supposed to get up to 35 degrees today. That's going to suck, we've gotten 10 inches of snow in the last week... I smell sloppy days coming.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS-I have a group interview with Kaladi Brothers on Thursday. I'm looking for part time work. I have too much free time anyway!

PPS-No use in hiding it. Hillary and I are going out tonight. The last time I saw her (Halloween) we got really mad at each other and I left her 2 miles away from home at a party. Tonight we're going to see that new Nicole Kidman movie.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

If you love it...

...then you will back it up! Back up everything that you never want to lose! I am learning the hard way. I backed up all the digital pictures up to 2004. I never "got around" to backing up the hundreds of pictures for all of 2004. Well, wouldn't you know it, Windows went nuts and fucked up almost all my files on my secondary hard drive. Nope, not a virus. I made one simple change that I have made tons of times and the it just lost it's damn mind.

Now, it is going to cost me $300 to have someone try and recover the data. At least I don't pay if they fail. But if they fail then I will probably have to be comitted since it will be all my fault that I didn't back them all up. I even have a damn DVD burner which would make it easy!

I am such an idiot.
Back you shit up even if it take 10 cds!

ST

Items of note.

No particular order:

1) My vote counted. Thank you very much.
2) Thanks for the words Mungo. It does suck to lose a friend.
3) I love my iMac more and more every single day I use it. (Beck is jelous).
4) I am a bastard. I will mail your DVD's this week...for real.
5) Been reading a book about Final Cut Pro...If I can learn half of the things it can do then I will be a movie editing mofrappie.
6) The weather here in Vegas is wonderful today.
7) Mungo, if you want to pay for shipping and packing on a monitor I have one that I will give you (no, not your old one). Probably about $50-$60.
8) You guys kick ass.

ST out

Get Pot for Fish

"get
pot
for fish"

... is written in red letters across the back of my left hand. Fish is my friend, Justin, who is sojourning here in Anchorage, his exile from Denver...Complements of the Capuluts. Fish needs a pot. Down to his last $50, I took him to Carrs at 2 a.m. this morning and he got himself stocked up on dry pasta and velveta bricks. I need to bring him a pot today so he can heat, boil, and mix his meals. Paper towels nor plastic forks will assist the hungry in their water-boiling dreams of vanquished starvation. We have a plan for this pot delivery. If he is not home when I bring the pot (I will know if he is out if I yell "FISH!" from the dirty alley and he does not poke his head out of his 2nd story room) I will hide the pot under the blue tarp across the lot. The blue tarp is already covered in snow itself, so in order to maintain the illusion and masque the pot's disturbance, I will carefully replenish the snow blanket on the blue tarp when the pot is in place. If, however, Fish is at home when I deliver his pot (a gift allowed by Julie's good graces) I will stand in the alley, beside the reeking garbage--which now reeks little ever since most odor has been frozen in place by the on-set of the northern winter--amidst the blue tarps, snow, ice, gravel, and piles of wire and yell "FISH!" He will then tramp to the front door on the first floor, skirting past his 'hostel' neighbors inbetween, and allowing my entry by nonverbal invitation, open it. H-bach may be along and the plan for this afternoon is for the three of us to visit the USGS in town.

It's 1:21 p.m. I've just finished eating scrambled eggs and I'm nearly finished drinking my morning coffee. My Mourning Coffee. Work at the Sportsman's Warehouse is going very well. I wish the pay was 'am besser' but, alas, 'tis only a triffle. I will remit full payment to my arrears in time.

I'm writing a song about a man who has suddenly forgotten the last half of his life. He's 50 years old and the last thing he can suddenly remember is being 25 and married to a wife who was expecting a child to be born in July, 1979. So far, the only line I have actually written for the song is "Why does 1989 feel like the future?" But I think it's a good line.

Mike, I'm sorry to hear about your friend, Joe. I remember you telling us stories about him. That's about ALL I remember, but as I grow older and the people I have known over the years begin losing to the odds of the house more frequently, I can tell you that I understand what it's like to lose someone who was important to you. Most of us can.

I Trust I Can Rely On Your Vote,
Mungo

Vote On

Time to vote! Time to vote! Gotta go vote!

VOTE ON!

Missing Man Formation

It is with great sadness that I announce the passing of an old friend. Joe Turberville was only 26 years old with a wife.

I knew Joe from my days in California when he was a part of our "group" of friends. He is the person that actually got me to join the Air Force with him...Thanks Joe. We kept in touch quite a bit during my stint in AK while he was in Vegas. He got out of the AF and moved to Arkansas right as I moved to Vegas.

No one really knows what happened. Apparently he just went to bed and never woke up. His heart, brain and lungs all checked out okay so they are now going to do a toxicology test that could take 6 months.

You will be missed my friend.

ST