Thank You Je-sus

I am sav-ed!

I just told Eddie that he needs to start blogging again. I also mentioned how he was one hell of a holy roller when it came to the Mungo or the Bubble bot blogging enough.

"yeah"


Happy New Year in the house!

ST out. See you fuckers next year! WOO WOO

AMEN!

You got your witness! And why does Je-Sus save us from the eternal flame by nothing more than our request? BECAUSE HE LOVES US ALLLLLLLLLLLLL!

Can I get an Amen?

Well, can I?

ST

L.M.B.

Lame My Brother
Little Mister Bastard
Lick My Balls

Eddie, I here-by protest you. Here I thought this whole time you were ignoring us against your will, perhaps your fingers had been cut off. I didn't know for sure, but I was confident that if you HAD the chance to write to us, you would. If you were, in any way, capable of communicating your situation in life, you wouldn't hesitate. Asshole! I'm happy you have a girl out there somewhere, somehow, but she's not going to disappear into thin air if you sacrifice a few minutes here and there. You realize that you haven't posted anything since: September 16th? Or something. Three and a half months, you lazy good-for-nothing calus & whipped piece of you-call-yourself-a-friend! Howl.

Sitting Behind

Eddie is sitting behind me typing to his honey in the big K. He talks to her several times a day but can't take a minute to talk to us fuckers. L.M.B. Eddie, L.M.B.

2004 is about to take that eternal slumber and never return. NEVER. It's over and done. See ya.

Ghost Recon 2 is pretty much the shit on toast. It has to be one of the best games that I have ever played. So there.

Since moving in to our house we seem to produce insane amounts of trash. Where in the hell does all this trash come from. We must just me trashy folk.

I am off to bother Eddie now.

ST out

Leroy's Before 5:25 a.m.

I left the house after watching cartoons at: http://www.oohbitey.com/ and went to Carrs on N.Lights to take from them 5 cards containing delectible recipes for times when I can afford fresh produce. I drove through the 10 degrees of Anchorage's late December early morning to Leroy's on Fireweed. I ordered Mini Pigs and drank a pot of coffee and poured ten more pages of Visions of Gerard into my eyes. This is the book I am studying, the first in a series of 14, chronicalling Kerouac's fictionalized autobiography. I am not merely reading, but studying these pages, the amazing insanity, the meanful banter of the those remembered through wishful tints of his past. Tonight I read, "...but I always did say that the fact men are, is more interesting than anything they might do--...death is the only decent subject since it marks the end of illusion and delusion--... the whole world has no reality, it's only imaginary, and what are we to do? ...Pray to be kind, wait to be patient, try to be fine. No use screamin. The devil was a charming fool."

This passage is only pages away from the death of Ti Gerard, Jack's older brother. It was perfect for tonight's atmosphere where I listened to people talk to each other, and look at me. One man: "Well," says the gray mustashe wearing a brown and dull yellow guide jacket, "I miss MY wife." He dances with elbows and wrists to 'Everyday People,' and "she's been dead since '86." He sits down to to rolled roast beef and deviled eggs. Slapping a quarter fat tomato slice in his mouth he slugs, "I could never get her to sit down, and if she ever got away, I wouldn't see her for a long time after. I thought I saw her at midnight mass with my grandfather, but he's dead too, you see." Wiping his table with crumbling wet napkin, "Everyone know's I have this disorder."

Outside though tobacco cold drags with the lone server, talking about Village Inn and the mysterious disappearance of Anchorage's mohawks and cool kids we're approched by a native man asking the price of coffee inside. He doddles in, shaking, to the bathroom to run his chapped hands under warm water. Not the best idea, I think, and savor the knowledge that he is worse off. Cruelly. The server says, "He doesn't remember me. He was in here drunk once, I had to kick him out because he sat down at a table of bartenders who were outside smoking and ate all their food. He ate off all three of their plates before I realized it. I made him wait outside after he called me a bitch, for a cab that I called, but since cancelled on him. He waited for three hours before he walked away."

Back inside, there were three friends sitting beside me at the counter. A young black Army gap-toothed fellow ordered fried pork chops, reindeer sausage, eggs with cheese, and french toast. The others tried to order as much as he did, but couldn't get that many words out. Their mouths were preoccupied with conversations about the DMV, drinking and driving away from their failed drivers tests. I told them the story of my friend, Bill Coe, in Panama City who cut dougnuts in the DMV parking lot in the middle of the day. He did this shortly after leaving the Bayfront Apartment complex parking lot sideways, slipping into the neighbor's yard spraying sod and underearth onto the double-paned bay windows.

I left Leroy's, the 10 degrees were still outside, on the air, and "Service Engine Soon" lit the left side of my dash all yellow. Bombing N.Lights west towards Turnagain Point, a 1/4 mile from Earthquake Park, a middle aged woman flipped a thinly gloved thumb. I stopped and hitched her up. "Oh thank you. It's so cold out there. Thank you. I've been out for 30 minutes, I'm headed past Wisconsin if you're going there. So cold out there. This scarf was given to me by the Catholics, it's a good one, look at how big! I could wrap it around my head if I had to. I should of, ya. It's so long. My coat, it's denim and faded, it's long enough to keep my legs warm for a short amount of time. It's so cold out there though. I should wash my hair, but I'll never cut it. It saved my ears tonight. I'll have to remember that in the summer. All these clothes were given to me. Yap! All of them. From my toes and shoes to these glasses. All given to me. Jesus loves me, don't you think? He provides for us that ask. Thank you for picking me up. I came down Minnesota, can't hitchhike there, not really. Dangerous and colder there, don't you think? One night, it was so bad that my tits got cold. My nipples were cold. You know that's cold when your nipples get cold. You can stop at the next road. You can drop me off and I'll run across the road. I'll make it if I'm safe. Thank you for the ride. Jesus loves you too. Are you going to work? Oh, I'll just go. You have a life to think about. There's something astir in you. Drive safe." Slams the car door and holds still until I drive away, making my own left hand turn a block down. She's not far from me even now. I wonder if she's washing her hair.

Boys, there is human material everywhere. I could steal it from the air itself. If I listen with the right set of ears, I can find anything I need. Kerouac also said, "I see no reason for Man--But his value, I buy." I'm-a-go finish this book. I work in 3-4 hours. Only 19 pages to go. Wish me your best.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Songs of the day: "Donna" - Clem Snide AND "Never Forever" - Built to Spill
`Get em on a loop!

'the angel bethesda'

you are beautiful each and everyone. bless you. more life. the great work begins.

Write Styles of the Rich and Infamous

ST. First off: "Enjoy the grey" "days of nothingness" wonderful. I like the way you write more and more. Ever think of writing a short story, poetry, or be-damned if you do, a book?

When Eddie is back in Sin, tell him to write an e-mail to me. I want his address and phone number and all kinds of other things. Or perhaps call. I will be sending MY address and phone number in an e-mail to Shelly-Belly.

Dishes to be done, recycling to be handled, scattered living room media to organize, fast food carcasses to clean from the car, and miscellaneous creativity to harness.... got to go!

45 hours in the last 4 days,
Mungo the sleeper

Song of the day: "Crutch" - Pinback

Hotel Wachel

Started on 12/26/04:

Hotel Wachel has great rates...of you don't mind sleeping on the floor or couch or a futon that has beed around the block.

Eddie should be somewhere over TX right now. On his way back to Sin City. I will greet him at the airport and say "Hi".

The rain is falling outside my window and that is a rarity here. Enjoy the gray.

Christmas was fun and great. Unlike the Mungo man, we has lots of family and presents to open. I don't say this to depress or upset. There is a part of my soul that misses the days of nothingness. No, I would not change a thing in my life.

Continued on 12/29/04:


So, I am back to finish this bloggie. I was called to other things before. Here I am.

I had a ton of people here for the holidays and it was all I could do not to lose my mind. I made it through. My family is gone home and things are sort of back to normal. We still have to put all the Christmas stuff away and get the house in order/unpacked.

I must go again and take care of some things. My work is never done. I will publish this so it is not on hold for more and more days.

ST

PS. Eddie's address is the same as my new one (I will email it to you).

Mungo's Last Six Years

Months ago, back in Florida when it was only March-ish, guessin', I created a 2 hour video. Collected from 12 hours of hi-8 tape, the six years of my military service were condensed into one single-sitting wild flashback of lightning movement. This tape was made at the request of Hillary who knew there was half a days' worth of fabulous footage in a dusty corner of my Bayfront apartment. Now, December 26th 2004 is here and I have watched it all. Memories of my friends and of my adventures are heavy en-thought now. You guys were all there, amoungst the mountains, musicians, breakfasts, and states.

My posters are falling off the walls. Too many weeks spent curled in some white cardboard tube has left them begging to return to that form. Like babies just born cry for the warmth of the womb, my posters are now curled on the floor, stuck still to the short black strips of electrical tape now picking the dust and miniscule garbage remnants from my unvaccumed floor. These are the things that happen at 3:28 a.m.

The last of my laundry is buzzing every 3 minutes in the old-school dryer near the entrance to the garage. In a moment, it will all be hung with it's clean brothers of short and long sleeves. Earlier this evening I discovered a tragic blunder. I left my digital voice recorder in the cargo pocket of my brown pants. After being washed and brutally dried, the silver electronic device no longer operates in it's intended capacity. It is now garbage, it's voices and recorded ideas are lost to some digital heaven. My spirit, I believe, is analoge and I will not join the voices after my death. If any of you believe your souls to be digital, please make note to greet my lost recordings in the afterlife. Thank you.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUZ!

Peace and Love,
Mungo

525,600

Well, gents, there are only 525,600 minutes until the end of next Christmas. Best "get a leg up on the pile" on your Christmas shopping. You know how the crowds can be.

Mungo

Mungo's Christmas

Today, beginning at midnight, I was at The Pioneer Bar on 4th Ave with Thomas (ex-radio commentator for AlAskA's public radio), Marly (Los Angels transplant working on some crumbling local cookie), "The Father" (Marly's Cheech look-alike pops), and Kalimah (a USA resident who happens to be from the past of many states including Texas, Illinios, Washington, and New York). We talked about human relations, insurance, "A Christmas Story," rock a roll, "Hamlet," the Spanish Civil War, and Charles Dickens. No foolin' we did.

I drove Kalimah to her apartment where she gathered a gift for a teen-ager I do not know and a box of things that rattled to my confusement. She did not explain what was inside. We drove over to Mary and Brian's apartment. Mary and Brian work at the Village Inn on Spenard and are away visiting Mary's parents in some valley. I told Kalimah that I didn't know where that valley was and she said, "Me either." I asked, "Is it in AlAskA?" Kalimah said, "I think it is." Kalimah then made two consecutive pots of Christmasween Eve top Ramon. We ate and drank English Breakfast tea, wishing we had brandy to pour into our steamy cups. We then watched "The Count of Monte Cristo" starring Richard Maul... er... Guy Peirce, and liked it so much that we found a copy of it on Mary's bookcase and read the first 100 pages out loud to each other. When she fell asleep, I drove home.

Once home, I took off my pants.

When I had picked up my guitar and strumed a tester "C" chord for quality finger placement in the dark, the phone rang. It was Kalimah, she left the teen-ager's present in my car. I put my pants back on and drove back to Mary's house on 40th Ave and returned both the present AND Kalimah's purse. Then I drove home.

I played myself three of my own songs, "Silk Wallet Wardrobe, "Ode to Modesty," and "The Mancalla Song" in the dark, took my pants back off and went to sleep. I woke up several times to pee.

At 4 p.m. I decided to get my lazy toes moving around and I drank what was left of a very old Coca-Cola Classic in the fridge. Then I thought of Mallory, who was probably doing the same thing where ever it is that she lives with her fridge. Then I laid back down and tried to convice myself that it really was worth while to be out of my bed. I decided to call my family who I knew would be at my grandmother's farm north of Milaca, MN. They were all there. I talked to my grandmother first (we talked about weather and ham), then to my mother (we talked about the clock and shirts she sent me), then to my sister Meghan (we talked about college and David Foster Wallace's "Infinite Jest"), then to my father (we talked about my car payments), then to my sister Caitlin (we talked about the frailty of the human spirit). My brother Ryan wished me a "Merry Christmas" through Caitlin, and my uncle Bruce announced that he would talk to me another day. The only other family members that were not present for Christmas this year were my cousin Lindsay (the one that was stationed at Eilson when I PCS'd to AlAskA in 1999) who was in North Branch, MN with her husband Steve and their daughter, Loren, and my uncle Lane and his wife Sandy. Sandy has terrific phobias about people, and she never gathers with the tribe.

It is now 11:22 p.m. and I'm drinking coffee that I boiled on the stove.
Boiling water + raw coffee grounds = Cowboy Coffee.
In a minute or two I will go back to the project I started a few hours ago in my room. I am putting all my old posters on the wall, affixing them with electrical tape. My laundry has finished drying and plan to hang my dry clothes on hangers in my massive closet. I might eat some Triscuts later as well, but I haven't fully committed myself to that yet.

Did everyone get their copy of Solid Mud Forum 3-2? I hope so. I'm working on 3-3 now. I was hoping to have it done by the end of the year. If anyone would like to submit anything, now would be the time. Even if you just have a paragraph or two that you would like to write, that would be fine. Possible subjects could be anything, like, "How to Dust for Anthrax," or "The Effects of Gasoline on Fire," or even "How I got the Shaft on my Free Time." Whatever you want, really. Go ahead, get crazy go nuts.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: "Butterfly" - Mason Jennings

p.s.
If anyone is looking for a late Christmas present for me, consider this:
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p.p.s.
And if anyone is looking a good way to re-finance what you've got, re-consider this:
http://www.homestarrunner.com/senormortgage.html

Mungo's Christmas Eve

I have a plan for tonight and for tomorrow. Christmas Eve will be spent alone watching tv and slowly falling off.

Tomorrow, Christmas Day, will be spent doing much of the same. I asked my beautiful aquaintence, Mallory, what she was doing for Christmas. She said she was treating herself to a day in bed with occational trips to the kitchen. I asked her if I could take her to dinner and she said, "No way, nothing is going to get me out of bed execpt the food that is already in my fridge." Shot down on Christmas by a fellow loner! And she's really gorgeous and single and alone and nice and friendly and we get along. Talk about depressing. My time isn't worth more than her non-refridgerated dairy substitutes.

I got home just a few minutes ago. I was hoping for messages from someone wanting to spend time with me. There was a message on my answering machine and I was overcome with anxious ellation. But the message was from this morning, my manager, calling because I was late for work. What a day. It's supposed to get down to 0.0 degrees tonight or something. It's all starting now, my holiday. Like a bang.

I was talking to my sad friend, Kid Kenny, today. I told him I'd like to find a coffee shop that's open tomorrow and meet a girl in my exact situation. He was confident that all bistros will be closed in observence of yule-tidings. I told him that maybe I'll grab a couple of plastic chairs and a deck table and set them up in front of a Kaladi Brothers and wait for someone. I could even have a second thermos of hot coffee waiting. I SERIOUSLY wonder what kind of sociological results would be yielded from that sort of experiment.

Happy Holidays, Wachels.
Happy Holidays, Jacobsons.
Happy Holidays, Markin.

Peace and Love,
Kershner

Song of the day: "New Heart for Christmas" - Kill Hannah

The Tree

Hot filiments. Long, green, cords. Colored glass. Wire hooks. Red, fuzzy, cloth tied in knots. Sweet, minty, red and white. Ho Ho Ho and all that stuff.

We saw Santa Claus today. He was very Non Santa-like (bastard). Oh well, Ashlee didn't care too much either way. Isn't it amazing? I mean, look at all the crap we do for the kids. The thing is...we don't REALLY do it for the kids. It's for the stupid adults! Geez! Okay, so I don't really think that way but it is true to a certain extent.

007: What bad things do you speak of? Let me know if you need anything, my brother. Start looking for a new job now just to be safe! I hope that you do/did well on your tests. Good luck.

To all: I would like to wish everyone the merriest of Christmas'. You are in my heart and I hope that things work out for you up in the AK place.

ST

Double O would like to say a few words:

Mungo says: Eating cheap fudge with a spoon is the way I'm spending my evening! Yeah! I have thought about a part time job, so far two places have turned me down once they know my schedule at Sportsmens. Heather is trying to get me a job at the Anchorage Daily News as a night-printer. Trea is trying to get me a job at Metro Music. I'm also looking around at book stores and other places. Now.... the man we've all been waiting to hear from::::

Double O says: Its been too long again. i have been hit with a couple of bad things lately. still not caught up on the bills yet. still in the works. I may not have a job come the end of the summer because of things that Northern Air Cargo is going though financial issues. I hope to have my licenses by the end of next month. I hope. Test anxioity. lissy is doing well. she is excited about christmas. Im not doing so well. but things have been worst. still no cable modem and dial up sucks with this thing. hope all are well and spin it can.

$8.50

Pay the bills and then eat lots of Ramen noodles to save money. Nevermind that you won't have any money for gas or anything else.

Okay. How about you get another job? Have you looked into a part time job? Just a thought.

Whatever you decide...I hope all is well with you and that the rest of the year is grand.

Here in Las Vegas, the city is putting on the largest fireworks show in world history for New Years. It should be fun to watch. Lots of BOOM BOOM BABY!

Okay, I am off now. Later guys (Mungo)

ST

once a thought

I work for a very large company. I worry that I may lose my job. I worry about the consequences of my actions. Sometimes I am terrified of getting out of bed in the morning. I often dream of headless horsemen. I am not good to be around when the moon is full. I haven't had any good
action in months.
13 hrs on the M15
tell a complete stranger everything we are faceless
you can't attack us
there is a threat level, too high, you must leave.
but we know where you live
i am thedevils son and i wish i could be good for you and make you satisfied if i could keep on the straight and narrow and not have broke your
heart and i am a wicked child
food is food and sex is sex i want to defect. dinosaurs roam the earth shot by monks diplomatic
cogs sarcy cogs swrking round

Mikey, I'llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll find my address as soon as I can. I do not know it yet. It's something though.

I'll check it and send it out later, I have to check tthe crawl space for aligators and possible flooding. It's HOT in AlAsKA tonight.

If I had enough money to enjoy the AK fun, I would, by gosh. Check it: I got paid today. If I pay ALL of my bills on time and sort everything out, I will have $12.11 for the next two weeks. Upmh, I don't think I can do that. So... the car will have to wait. The bill is late, and I am behind, but I'm doing my best. It's hard as hell to live at $8.50 an hour. Anybody got suggestions?

Peace and Love,
Mungo - - - reading too much - on too little sleep

B.I.T.S.

Back In The Saddle


Well, Mungonator, I would love to read more about your adventures in the AK region. Hopefully you really are back in the saddle with the bloggies.

I am also hoping that your situation works out with the house and the girlies. Sounds like you have a sweet deal going. How did you manage that one?

What is the work situation for you? Things still going well in the shoe department or what?

How is the 007 doing?

Eddie is in Houston doing the family thing and I am sure that he is wishing that he was back here in Vegas. I don't really think that he was too thrilled about the trip. He will be back on the 28th. It is nice to see him again after so long. Lorelei is cute as ever and growing fast! WOW.

Mungo, you have a house now. That means you have your own address now. Do you ever want your DVD's back? Email your addy to me and I will send them out so you can have some movies to watch. I was going to send them to the house of "O" but I wasn't sure of your living situation so I held off. Then we moved so we were really busy there for awhile with buying and selling a house not to mention moving. Sorry about the delays.

Chrismas time is here. Be jolly and joyful.

ST

PS. Why are you spending next two alone? Get out and have some of the AK fun.

The Romanzof House

I'm moved into this Vaulted Ceiling Duplex and there is a lingering Malted Peeling Suplex on the cool air flow. Earthquake Park is only a quarter mile away from here on Northern Lights. This is where I live.

Hillary Seeland and Julie Howe are my new roommates. They are both gone for the holidays. Hillary is in Sitka, AK with family, and I just dropped Julie at the airport, bound for family reunion in Seattle, WA. Good timing, I can't seem to control my gas. It's wicked tonight. They smell like malted potato peelings that were tossed around under the arms of massive WWF women.

"Mungo's in trouble! Oh! He was blasted with that fall-away Malted Peeling Suplex!"

I have a walk-in closet, the master bedroom, a view of the neighbor's snowy back yard, a private bathroom, the garage space for the Diskohaus (while Hillary and Julie must part outside) and I'm paying $150 less every month than they are. Who knew a deal this good would come along.

Many bad ideas came along with considering a move into a house with an ex-girlfriend... particularly one who has caused so much hurt and anger so recently, but I have a high degree of confidence that things are going to be okay.

The girl I met in Girdwood, Gabriella, is gone. She has returned to Ohio and now I'll never marry her before Christmas. Oh well. Won't be a very Marry Christmas without a wedding, but I'm still holding out for a Merry Christmas.

Anyway guys (and by "guys" I mean "Super Turtle") I hope you all have a Christmas time that is rockin' and rollin' as mine ought to be. I'll be spending most of my time alone in the next 2 weeks, so I'll probably be thrashing the Blog quite a lot soonlike. I finally have a cable modem back, dudes.

Peace and Love,
Mungo de Bungalow

Song of the day: "Tijuana Lady" - Gomez

Tis the season...

...for the flu.

So we head on up to Utah to visit family and hang out this past weekend. You would think that they would give us a heads up that the flu is running rampant in the family. Two people had it the day before we got there.

As of today, 13 out of 17 family members have had it. Beck's Mom spend the entire trip on Sunday stopping in every town to hurl. Ashlee spent the last hour and a half puking in a McDonalds cup or on her self.

I hope that more of us don't end up driving the porcelain bus. I can tell that I am trying to get it but so far my body is winning the fight. I just hope I don't get it since I have an all nighter at work tomorrow.

I am off to bed to try and rest.

ST out.

PS. If you have the damn flu, PLEASE tell any one that is coming to visit you!!!!!

I am in here...

...like a piece of corn in a can.

Mungo, Aren't we all misplaced most of the time? I mean, where do we truely belong? Home is where you make it.

Also, tell that damn slug named 007 not to worry about the stupid $35 that he was supposed to send many moons ago. Tell him I said, "Merry F'in Christmas". I will mail your DVD's as soon as I find them among the many boxes in my house.

Right at the moment I have a truck load of crap to go and unload. See you in the ether.

ST

Mike, Are You In There?

Seperation makes me feel that we are all temporarily misplaced.

Erik's First Burn,
Mungo

Keep on keepin on...

I am up and running at my new house. We are almost all moved in and functioning. Man, the crap that a person can collect!

Ice biking...that is so rad.

Eddie comes in at 1622 on 8 Dec. I shall be picking his sorry but up from the airport and transporting it to my hovel.

Their is about a million more things for me to put away. Super Turtle must go save the loft from the clutter monster.

See ya!

ST

I C E B I K E R 2 0 0 4

That's right, my mountain biking enthusist friends, I went. I took my Gary Fisher Katai out into the 8 inches of fresh powder and across the bright gleams of ice so shear, and I rocked it and like a rocket. I had a blast... even though I was riding with a tool: Brad Knudson (Nutty). He's a nice person, but he's the last person I would choose to hang out with if I want to have fun. But it was nice to ride with someone else, especially in the conditions. It was 10 degrees!

But mostly, I was nice to Ride.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: "It's Begining To Look A Lot Like Christmas" - Randy Travis
HEY! If I don't embrass the crap we're compelled to listen to at work (retail 'X-Mas' spirit), I will go completely insane.

SMF 3-2

Volume 3, Issue 2 of the Solid Mud Forum is finished. All 36 of them are sealed away in envelopes and brief personalized notes are written on each of them. The next time I go outside, I'll slip them into the ultra-slow dimension of the mailbox.

ST, I hope you got some sleep and are now, more awake, facing the end of '04 with a warmer heart. And dude, I'd pay more than $9.99 for your services. Don't sell yourself short. Be a millionare.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: "King's Crossing" - Elliot Smith