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Newspaper News:

Sunday, August 12th, 2001

#1 Tampa, Florida; "Greater Ministries" minister Gerald Payne was sentenced to 27 years in jail this week for his role in a pyramid scheme where followers were promised that "God would double their money." As many as 18,000 people invested some $448 Million total.

Overnight Guy's Comment: Holy bullshit, Batman. I always figured that those religious freaks were gullible; seriously. But to sell this scam with the 'God will double your money' line is hilarious. NO WONDER ol' Gerald and his wife were both still smiling in the newspaper picture. You know Gerald's got to be thinking "Yeah, we're goin' to jail and all. But we scammed $450 million with a chain letter in the name of God. We suckered 18,000 people and kept a straight face; YOU couldn't have pulled this off."

#2 Tragic, but still stupid in Dhaka, Bangladesh; A false fire alarm in a 7-story warehouse incited a stampede of thousands where 23 people were killed, and 100 others were injured.
Key term: "false".

Overnight Guy's Comment: No cute comments about a Who concert in Ohio; and no soccer stadium sarcasm here. All I'm saying is this: If I'm working in a warehouse with a couple of thousand people, and a fire alarm goes off, I'm going to wait until I SMELL SMOKE before I get involved in the riot rush out of the building. Do you see my point?

#2 and a half: In Britain; in the African and Caribbean neighborhood of Brixton, consumption and possession of less than 1 ounce of marijuana will now go unpunished. Also, up in Canada, all terminally ill and chronic disease victims are allowed to grow and harvest marijuana for personal use. In America, however, 700,000 marijuana arrests were made in 1998.

Overnight Guy's Comment: Big Brother needs to do a bong hit and chill out.

#3 From the home state: In Tucson, Customs officials found 1335 pounds of marijuana, and rescued a group of dehydrated (and abused) horses and mules that smugglers had abandoned.

Overnight Guy's Comment: Customs officials had been tracking these guys for awhile...Customs officials had a crew in a helicopter, and a crew on the ground in jeeps, with radio contact between the 2 crews. Yet somehow, the tired and dehydrated immigrant smugglers snuck away. I smell something...can't quite be sure of it...Let's see; helicopters, jeeps, and radios...Yes, definitely. What I smell is

BORDER PATROL BULLSHIT.

There were LOTS of other news stories too; 3 Baltimore teens are arrested for 4 months of "bum stomping"--3 bums are dead, 5 are hospitalized. Eminem, everybody's favorite wigger, is kicked off the Warped tour for fighting backstage with another rapper (personally I think that rappers fighting each other should be encouraged). Peter Vetique, 32, stripped down to his boxers at the Bronx zoo, climbed a high fence, and jumped into the gorilla exhibit; he wanted to be "at one with the monkeys". 4 men (not wearing life jackets) capsize in a 19-foot boat on Lake Ontario. All 4 survive 17 hours on the water by hanging on to a beer cooler. California had an earthquake on Thursday, ho-hum, and then California had another earthquake on Friday; wow (Hmmm; 2 earthquakes in 2 days; how fucking dumb do you have to be to stay in California?). Bill Clinton just signed a $10 million book deal (Now hang on--because you can't blame slick Willie for this one; the Knopf Publishing Group [a division of Random House] OFFERED him the $10 million. So don't try to figure it out; just don't buy anything else, EVER, from Random House. Okay?)

The Seattle Mariners had an interesting week; they won both games of a double-header on Wednesday, but also had another 2-game losing streak this week on Thursday and Friday.

I'm trying to build up suspense for what they did Saturday night; is it working? Losing 3 to 1 to the White Sox with 2 outs in the ninth innning, America's Mariners pulled a "Come From Behind Victory" that would make any Overnight Guy proud. They won 4 to 3; barely avoiding their first 3-game losing streak of the season.

The Mariners still look fantastic; their record of 84-33 is a .718 winning percentage; and no other team in baseball even has 70 wins yet. Wow.



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It finally dawned on me (4 months later, in July) to create a link to older News items. Some of the previous comments have been really good, and many of them are lost now, but such is life:

Old Newspaper News

Personal News

Sunday August 12th:

Where are we? Sunday night I went back to the bar. Monday I worked and wrote stuff. Tuesday I also worked and wrote stuff. In fact, on Tuesday I completed a description of my relationship with Static Girl--a description that is supposed to make the common moron (you) begin to understand how well ours is working. Unfortunately, the title

Indiana Jones and the Romance Metaphor Epic

was a tad more ambitious than the final product. Of course, I could rename the thing, but that's a pretty good name. (In the 80's, sometimes a band would conceive an entire video before the song was actually written. Unfortunately, that's a simile.) Where the hell was I? Oh yeah...So look; don't click on it, don't read it; really, it'll just make you jealous. If you want to click on something, then wait for Thursday.
So on Tuesday night I went out to celebrate...something. Um...oh yeah! I wrote that thing. I wound up exercising the worst judgement imaginable--within my own parameters. I don't even want to admit what I did in the name of beer. The miraculous part is that I was ONLY an hour late for work on Wednesday. I worked the entire day (somehow), and came home for a little nap. I did not drink, smoke or go out Wednesday; I may have even sworn to never drink or smoke again--many times--on Wednesday. Luckily I get over these little "moods" in about a day. By the way, Tuesday night was ALL Robert's fault.
Wednesday night with Cheri was very sweet.
Thursday...what the hell happened on Thurs, oh yeah, I turned 36. They got me a great card at work; I almost got in a fight with one of the darker-skinned "quota-boys" at work, and I led the room on my program.
On a whim at work on my birthday, I started writing out my

10 Reasons Why I Want Barry Bonds to Hit More Than 70 Home runs This Year

Yay. Then we went to go get drinking money, I mean, we went to go give plasma.
At home, Cheri came in with 3 cool signs she made for me at work, and then we road-tripped down to CDGB's so she could buy me the new Depeche Mode CD, Exciter.
By 7:30, Jeremy and I had a nice start going for a big party night.
I woke up Friday at 10 am, and cleaned house for 3 hours. It felt good to sweat out some of the junk. I may have sworn to never smoke cigarrettes again (and 2wice in 1 week is rare, but I'll get through it).
Paul, Jeremy, Cheri and I all went and ate at Que Pasa (finally), and it was great. #7's rule! Too full to go out, Cheri and I watched a movie. In some cultures, this would have been a very boring Friday night. I, however, had a blast. Many thanks to all. Mom called, so did Jon. I feel special. I still feel OLD as dirt, but I feel a little special, too.
Saturday had me reading the paper and doodling; waiting to go out Saturday night. And we did. Hooray beer. Thanks to Static Girl's parents, I am Domain Man.
Arriving home on Saturday night, I got a phone call from TPG, telling me to turn on the television to channel 8 (the universal 'public channel'). I had visions of Deep Throat waking up Fox Mulder with a call to tune in to some covered-up news story--like that awesome first season finale episode. But then I remembered the last time TPG told me to tune in to public tv was for a Styx concert--and THAT was great. I tuned in on Saturday night to find another concert; the Electric Light Orchestra (ELO)--with Jeff Lynne fronting. Wow! Jeff quit the band like 5 years ago, but apparently he's back. I got to see "Telephone Line", "Turn to Stone", and "Mr. Blue Sky" LIVE onstage. They sounded sharp, too. Again I wished I had $50 to donate to public television.
Oh well.

Time to read the Sunday coffee, and drink 4 or 5 cups of paper.

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Yes, it also dawned on me that a link to Old Personal News was in order. I mean, you never know when I'm actually going to SNAP and start killing...And the psychologists will need something to study (other than free porn) in order to justify their $300 an hour fees, right?

Old Personal News

Watch out for the current centered Sidebar:

SIDEBAR 28

You may have sensed my current disappointment with network television. I cannot believe (honestly) what the state of television has come to. Are we really as dumb as these reality shows and car/food/shoe ads? I am ready to start watching pay channels solely, and view occaisional dinosaur reruns of Roseanne and Northern Exposure--with the sound turned off during commercials.
It may be too late to save tv.

Hearing: The 2 best songs on the radio are still that "Hanging By a Moment" by Lifehouse, and the new Depeche Mode single "Dream On".
I have been going out too much to realize that I haven't been listening to my music enough. I'm going to change that as of right now. Don't get me wrong; the 2 Garbage, 2 NIN, and the Depeche Mode tribute CD's in my player right now are incredible, but I need some crossover. I don't know exactly what I'm trying to say, but I have not been utilizing my resources very well. Perhaps my current depression is, oops, started early.

What I want today: Perhaps my current depression is of my own doing (duh). I need to feel some life-passion. If I'm just going to sit and mope and complain then I might as well die...I keep the happy front up there for most people to see, but my alone time has been more like the 'tears of a clown' lately. That's not right, by the way. Fuck other people; I'm SUPPOSED to be my happiest when I am alone! It's time to re-evaluate. Man, I've got to stop trying to do self-therapy during these things.

Oh yeah; what I want today. The world is ready for the movie about Bulldog 103.7 from 1995 to 1997. Think of "Empire Records" as a radio station, except in the end we do get sold out to corporate radio--and die painfully. That easily could be the movie of the year.

I want to write something for Cheri; but not just anything. Hell; I've written her a few really good poems, I've "Commented" on how great I think she is, and I brag about her to everybody who'll listen. Blah blah blah. But if she really IS the ideal woman that I think she is, and if she and I really ARE in the ultimate relationship of the future, then there must be some literary way to express my happiness with her that all you OTHER dumbasses can understand. Honestly, I haven't even formed a good outline of exactly how I'm going to do...whatever it is that I'm going to do...yet. But I will say this much: I am the BEST poet I have ever known; bar none. So...if there ever was an adventurer going off on some kind of unknown "Indiana Jones and the Romance Metaphor Epic", I'd want the pen in MY hand--and that's where it is.

New stuff this month or so: The news says that there's a meth lab in every neighborhood...and every week another meth lab blows up...and all the neighbors say 'I didn't know that was a meth lab'. It's like a really bad comedy routine; ooo look, another kid drowned in a pool. "But we only turned our back for a minute." Yeah, yeah; whatever.
I'm depressed; I'm drunk. I'm depressed; I'm drunk. God damn, you'd think I was still in Athens.

What's different here than in college town: What did I just say? Jeez, well there's lots more jobs--so you can always put your hands on your hips and say "What are you gonna do, fire me?" Maybe that's part of the problem...I've got a really cool job that I want to keep, and I'm not acting like it.

Life with Static Girl: Apparently it's very good; you should be so lucky.

A thought to take with you:

"...Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when, at last, the work is done
Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one."
--Roger Waters

Links to previous Sidebars:

Sidebars 1 - 12  (October '99--April 2000)
Sidebars 13 - 23  (May 2000--March 2001)
Sidebars 24 - 30  (April 2001--last month?)

And now we move on to:

Stuff From 2001!

Full Dinner Dish
Pumpkin Rage
Alien Disc (poem/picture)
Holed Up

Commentaries:
Don't "pess"
Radio in 2001
Purification
Coffee
SCG
My Current Job
Little Black Calculator
Did We Go To The Moon in 1969?
T-Shirt Idea
Layoffs
My Static Girl
My World
Holocaust
Religion
Illegal Immigrants
Sporting Problems
Dedication
Indiana Jones and the Romance Metaphor Epic
10 Reasons...Barry Bonds...71 Homers



My Tribute to Adric

The Year 2000:

Older Stuff:

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The world is long overdue for some massive changes; changes that are going to completely redefine your sense of importance. They will be very interesting. It has been so said by many elders of many different cultures:

"May you live in interesting times".

W C thanks you for coming to Hell.

Get drunk and come back soon.