"Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone."
A disclaimer? Really? Okay; here we go. You are an idiot; so is your entire family; in fact, you are a mistake. Everything about you is pathetic and unnecessary. You should commit suicide now. Die. Get sick, get sicker, and then die. Quickly. Are you dead yet? You moron. On this webpage are many disappointed and insightful ramblings. If you read enough of it, it should really upset you. There! You've been warned.
Something, anything, many things--on this webpage RIGHT HERE, right where you are now, right now; lots of stuff here is going to upset you.
Got it?
Why are you still alive?
By clicking links and scrolling through disclaimers, do you even know what all you've agreed to at this point? Bend over! This my world here, and I will do it any way I want. I will threaten to kill, and eat, well, pretty much everybody. You, too. "Bar-B-Que; it's the ultimate solution to overpopulation!" Fuck you! Die! Or; be cooked alive! I've been a little scared of getting shut down, since I almost got shut down back in 2005. Who fucking knew that all I had to do was buy my own domain? Some other guy got "The Overnight Guy"; well, good for him. Maybe I'll kill, cook, and eat him this year. My 2nd choice was "Overnight Guy W C"; and BOOM, it's mine! How fucking cool is this? I will have to go back and insert so many deleted cuss words now. I might bring back Newspaper News; I SHOULD bring back Personal News, too. Commentaries are going to be; well, less quotable. Oh, and the woman-bashing; this shit is going to be like "Chauvinist Central" now, mutherfucker. Guys; if you let some dumb bitch rule your life, then you deserve my wrath; sorry. Those entitled, elitist snooty-assed cunts of recognition should spend more time sucking dick--MY dick. Let those chat room cows complain now; "moo" like the heffer you are, Rosebud! "Have another doughnut!" Fuck. Where was I? I gotta go...
Wait; a couple more jabs first: Imagine; no, no, no, shhhh. Shut the fuck up for a minute. Imagine that...God is on MY side here. Ha ha ha. How does that make you feel, you fudge-sucking sea cow? Shouldn't you be reading a tabloid and eating some fast-food somewhere? Attach another fish hook through your nose, and go swim in the ocean--perhaps the sharks will find you "attractive"; what the fuck are you doing here? Maybe I should learn how to scratch tattoos and inject botox into your fat ass. Show me just how close to your face you can mash your brain-distorting cell phone--you're an excellent driver. Sorry; I'm all out of $4 cups of coffee. Maybe I'll start a new business selling yesterday's COLD coffee; I'll call it "Sushi-Java", and charge $6 a cup. I'm a fucking genius over here. Mooooo.
No, no; hang on a second. We phased out "Media One". For the time being, and time following, you can watch me rant about the news in exactly one place. I gave up on trying to keep the language clean a long time ago:
Would you care if there were a way to get to some of the older personal news items? Be forewarned that part of my point in having a webpage is to have harsh language. Maybe you don't want to go check out my:
I have enjoyed the creation and continuation of these little "Sidebars". My "blood" as a writer needed and still needs new ways to drip, clot, stain, and scab. After roughly 9(!) years of these loosely structured journal accountings, I feel that the end justifies the means. Many passing thoughts have been addressed well with this medium, and lots of former "dead ends" have been given a chance to detour back into prominence.
In a life (such as mine) spent wishing that I could create my own game (with my own rules), let the record show that I did; here, with these. Thank you very much...
With no Personal News anymore, I bet these Sidebars are getting much longer now, and harnessing more emotion. Do they need their own page yet?
SIDEBAR 115
November 2008
(...last month we were...)
Reading: The New Temples of Syrinx; ah. I have no authority to link to it, but Etherzone has at least one real Rush fan--discussing the current financial "priests": "Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand!"...Awesome Bizarro comics! This man is quite disturbed. Dan gets down at: http://bizarrocomic.blogspot.com/...I'm going to get a book on Jose Silva, too.
Watching: I saw the darkest sketch in the history of television on a Robot Chicken rerun...On PTI (BTW, happy 7th birthday PTI!), I saw the most versatile offensive player in the NFL (rusher, blocker, receiver, quarterback; make your guess quickly...) being interviewed; Pittsburgh's Hines Ward, wearing a bright RED shirt, and a proud Georgia Bulldogs hat. I fucking LOVE Hines Ward...(As of 10-28; the new DVR works great; thank you.)
Class Projects: "Big Ideas for a Small Planet" on Sundance--very cool stuff...Static Girl watched one Sarah Connor Chronicles with me--it was the most boring episode ever (10-6); she won't watch another one, and I don't blame her (she watched one more that had lots of Shirley Manson, yay)...We watched "Notting Hill" together--no, I don't know why...We watch Bones, and House sometimes...Borrowed from my new bartender, the excellent animated "Surf's Up" (I loaned him "Wag the Dog")
Shit I watch alone: Comics Without Borders, Californication, Weeds (lots of shit on Showtime), NFL, ...Whitest Kids You Know, and the Henry Rollins show are on IFC now!..My MoM turned me on to Sons of Anarchy..."My Own Worst Enemy" is okay...Comedy Central had Denis Leary's "Lock and Load" backed with Dennis Miller's "All In"; also Sarah Silverman...(movies) "River's Edge" on IFC...I fell asleep during "Eternal Sunshine of Jim Carrey's Mind"; Sci-Fi's "Swarmed" was sad, "Seed of Chucky", "Gothika", "Before the Devil Knows You're Dead" (topless Marisa Tomei), most of "Bandits" (but the DVR was already dead), "Bully", "American Werewolf in London", "Rocky Horror", "Cherry Falls" stunk (but we love Brittany Murphy), "Splinter" sucked, "Tron" (again), "Mallrats" (again), "Spaceballs" (again),...
Watching and Hearing: Background noise is being drowned out by the low frequency hum of doom...Fuck me! This "Ovation" channel is mostly concerts and music movies; I'm keeping Peter Gabriel's "Growing Up" (until my DVR died), and glanced some Lou Reed...Saw Amy Lee on Leno...Saw Mars Volta on a rerun Henry Rollins show...A non-ELO version of "Do ya" on Californication, new NIN in a CSI Miami, On PBS--3 good Oregon female singer/songwriters make up "Dirty Martini"...Commercials? Toyota rips off The Fixx, Wrangler lip-synchs George Thoroughgood,
Hearing: Stabbing Westward's "Wither Blister Burn + Peel", 6 of the first 8 Rush albums, (trip down memory lane) Crumb, Fig Dish, and Three Penny Needle (gee, imagine),
New on the radio; Was that new Oasis? (I'm getting too old for this shit.)...I heard new AC/DC (nice), and read about new Cure music
Musical Purchases this month from the Tom Tucker discount wall at CDWorld (CDWorld is my Barbie Dream House): Nothing new; I am piss poor. But from my "Barbie Dream House" I picked up the free Century Media compilation 'Basement Noise'...
Out and About: Chicago at Albertson's, Pretenders at Dollar Tree, BOC at Dollar Tree on a Halloween candy run.
Singing: "Had a Dream"--Roger Hodgson, "In My Time of Dying"--Led Zeppelin, "What Do I Have To Do?"--Stabbing Westward, the first 10 years of Rush, "Re-Arranged"--Limp Bizket, "Farewell December"--Dream Life Misery,
What I want today: An unemployment extension, a party bus, a Defender video game, a Shamwow,
New stuff this month or so: It's not Winter until 12-21; did you know this? Brrr...The 2009 Golden Tee golf games came to my bar, and so far I rule all 5 of them. Oop; well, I still rule 3...It's not worth a commentary: I may need to get some shower soap soon; so I checked options at the grocery. Have you seen "Miley Cyrus Soap" yet? I couldn't make this up. "After those dirty perverted thoughts--clean up with Miley in the shower!" "Hey guys; now you can rub Miley all over your face and crotch!" A large cardboard cutout has a 15 yr. old Miley wearing red high-heeled stripper shoes. Ha. Is there an adult in her life who HAS a clue?..
This Month of bargain-shopping (Dollar Tree, Cash King, Big Lots, etc.): Dollar Tree run; candles, chocolate, hot sauce, antacids, mouthwash, garlic powder, toothbrushes; damn, I forgot incense (I went back and bought Nag Champa at CDWorld). Dollar Tree should hire me.
Occupational Hazards: I applied for a job online, and I was NUDE--which makes it much easier to shake my dick at the screen. Hmmm; maybe I should do some online bill-pay nekked, too...Then the online job application place wrote me a snail mail letter to say 'no thank you'; those fuckers...
Personal shit for my own memory banks this month: I thought I had already fixed this problem: My toe-held sit-ups are what causes my left foot pain--even with shoes on! I must replace them--oww! (Luckily the disfiguration only lasted two days this time) Do you want me to quit exercising?..I invested into a friendship with yet still another unworthy human being (I might have to turn pro). I am almost done with people completely...Met Eastwood; a white pit bull puppy with a rare red nose...I took ANOTHER week off from cleaning, and we STILL have the cleanest apartment ever!.."Chaostrophe"; that's my new word. Now use it in a sentence. Okay; "I have too many brain cells for this chaostrophe." Now I wanna sniff some glue!..I called a server at my bar an "Alco-Whore", and instead of slapping me--she loves the name...My PS2 controller died; so now I have no PS2...A new $12 watch for me, and a $12 1/8 inch haircut, too (fuck, I'm bald anyway)...I need more blue jeans--back to Goodwill for me!..Our DVR died; HUGE bummer--I was so spoiled. We are forced to go 3 days without, and all my saved programs are gone. Working on a DVR commentary now...I have a new Golden Tee student; M, and he is kicking ass...My food stamps will be dropping next month; boo...My left foot has been messed up for months. The new wrinkle THIS month is my messed up left wrist. Maybe it's cancer...
You WILL need 500 million for the #5 score on Medieval Madness pinball; that's at least 90 minutes for me, and at least 2 hours for you (good luck)...
New foods this month: At the bar, during my 6 days of no alcohol (almost a week); the hot lemon water w/honey drink. Delicious, and throat-soothing...Other than local Kettle chips, I am going to replace all regular chips with Triscuits (they're bite-sized, healthier, and perfect for nachos). I'm not done; check the ingredients (3) in a box of regular Triscuits, you MSG junkie: Wheat, oil, and salt; period...The latest bean soak in the crock pot had a pile of rice mixed into it. Good, and filling; later, it also was my first run at iron skillet fried beans (yum)...More Leeky Stewp; it was all gone in 36 hours...Lesson learned: raw horseradish roots are the hottest thing I've ever eaten--they melted part of the roof off my mouth...Walls Berry Farms? Jelly, from Portland; it's very tasty...I used my Girlfriend's (weak) vegan fake cheese sauce on some macaroni; it was barely edible...More Magic Bullet Rigatoni; yum...(fake) Chicken nugget nachos...A new bean-soak will become a vegan vegetable soup base; then you can personalize it by adding pasta, potatos, or both. Damn I'm good...Soy milk coffee? Girlfriend suggested no more cardboard fake creamer--so we both just add the Very Vanilla now.
This month of Blues Jamming: 10-2; first sober Blues Jam ever. Very few people at all, K played a great 2nd set. Horn Boy showed up! It was weird (sobriety is a weird thing) to be able to help clean up the bar after 1 am, and drive home later...10-9; another relatively quiet and empty Jam. Z played everything again, Mark the Harp sang 'Shakey Ground' for the first time, JP played bass for the first time--nice. Mark played keys (first time?) while JP bassed. Post-Jam, Z brought L and me to our neighborhood bar to see the end of MT's Blues Jam. Z played a couple of songs there, too, so I went to 2 Jams!..10-16; more indoor, no RightBob K--he's sick. Rooster Jam Scotty harped great, and then Mark had to blow even better! Max was back, too. We even had a mystery drummer guy who ran away right after his amazingly busy set! I was outside huffing paint thinner and playing poker for much of it, but this was a GREAT Jam...10-23; getting chilly outside. No RightBob K, but he was excused. Z played all his shit first set. Max ruled 2nd set--Solomon (!) even showed to drum (4 drummers?), Scotty and Mark harped, JP tickled ivories all night; very nice...10-30; RightBob K played first set, Mark harped. Guitar V showed to play set 3, no Max (boo), I got drunk and dysfunctional...
My trials and trib.s as a critical believer in the concept of God: He may be a little pissed about my comments last month. Good! Perhaps He should apply some of His disappointment with me toward the rest of you idiot fucking sheeple...
What's different here than in college town: Washington and Oregon McDonald's have (I am not making this up) a "McCafe" where you can order specialty coffee drinks...Oregon has the country's largest solar incentive for businesses, covering 50% of set-up costs (Alternet).
What's different here than dumbass Arizona: Spiders share webs up here; it's not uncommon to see 6 or more spiders cohabitating a "web wall"...One of the Dish Network call centers is in Phoenix; I told the guy to go eat at In And Out Burger AND Waffle House for me...Arizona Green Tea/Pomegranate juices in the 20 oz bottles (yum).
Life with Static Girl: The most incredible woman on the planet...It's a tricky task to be her man; between giving her attention, and giving her space. She must break her own silence to let me know when I get too close--I just try to comply...And for my continuing efforts to comply, I was rewarded with a spectacular Fall trim job...She saved me a piece of her bribery cake; sweet, and a note on it that said "For My Boyfriend"...She's losing weight! No more cookie bars are being made (booo), but she's lost 5 lbs (yay)...Oreo shoes! Her aging black hemp shoes popped a string, so now she's got white strings in them...We went to a bar together--first time in Oregon. (We did this once in Phoenix, too.) Later, my innocent girlfriend was introduced to a parking lot smog session...On a walk, Static Babe pointed out the edible (but bitter) White Oak acorns...(Like the Bizarro comic guy) My girlfriend is a vegan atheist. My title is much longer and not as specific; I'm a semi-vegetarian agnostic; DEPENDING on a tolerant and uniting love force (sure, wtf, let's call it God)...Girlfriend went back to work in some claustrophobic sweat shop--at least it's close to home...Girlfriend despises duct tape? This could be deciding; we may have to break up now...Static Girl went with me to Dollar Tree on Halloween to scope cheap art supplies...
My FCP has this for me: The 2nd most incredible woman on the planet...Nugget of Gold, a Treasure Dig, partially exposed, virtually unknown, a yummy mystery just below the surface--I need to run with this...Mutual Enrichment Therapy...My back-up bonus babe is an omniverous, God-fearing Christian (so; between the 3 of us, we have a taste of everything).
Comments From The Peanut Gallery: Still don't believe in the North American Union? Now it's the "Security and Prosperity Partnership Of North America"; go check out "http://www.spp.gov/", and learn about the "Amero" which will replace your dollars..."The US must increase its nuclear arsenal in response to China's growing military might, according to a State Department report." (I couldn't make up shit this good.)...There are still over 2800 armed nuclear devices on planet earth; sleep tight...Chrysler's cutting 2000 more employees...In 1968, Peter Glaser conceived the solar power satellite (SPS); 40 years later we finally have the admission (Sunday newspaper commentary 10-19-08). There is NO energy crisis; there NEVER was, and there NEVER will be. And what a great reason to go back and read one of my first recognized commentaries Little Black Calculator, complete with the single f-bomb that keeps people from getting too close...American Express is cutting 7,000 jobs...
A thought to take with you: Biker Steve W. at my bar (again) gets quoted with "I'm so far behind that I think I'm in first place."
"The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter."--Winston Churchill
Band names: "Chaostrophie", "Alco-Whore", "Barbie Dream House", "White Oak Acorns", "Chicken Nugget Nachos", (real Oregon bands) "Dam It Jim" and "Please Don't Fight Here", "Rabid Right Wing Nuts" (Keith Olbermann)
Links to previous Sidebars:
Sidebars 1 - 12 (October '99--April 2000)
Sidebars 13 - 23 (May 2000--March 2001)
Sidebars 24 - 31 (April 2001--November 2001)
Sidebars 32 - 41 (December 2001--September 2002)
Sidebars 42 - 50 (October 2002--June 2003)
Sidebars 51 - 58 (July 2003--February 2004)
Sidebars 59 - 64 (March 2004--August 2004)
Sidebars 65 - 69 (September 2004--January 2005)
Sidebars 70 - 74 (February 2005--June 2005)
Sidebars 75 - 78 (July 2005--October 2005)
Sidebars 79 - 85 (November 2005--May 2006)
Sidebars 86 - 93 (June 2006--January 2007)
Sidebars 94 - 100 (February 2007--August 2007)
Sidebars 100 - 110 (September 2007--June 2008)
Sidebars 111 - 120 (July 2008--last month)
Slow down, or you're going to miss it!
The
Musical Section
is a list of favorites and opinions--as well as a constant work in progress. It exists as a temptation for you to create your own musical section, and to remind you of how important music (and its presentation) is in your life.
From the "you are here" part of the map, I am W C (also known as TH2, the Overnight Guy, and the cute one). I have a pretty cool voice, I love music, and I belong on the radio.
This is my site.
Silent Bob (and Jay) have a website! Let the record show that I put a link up to it on the day that I found out about it:
Kevin "Silent Bob" Smith
There's this site where ALL they have is weird news; items you might easily miss if you're not paying attention:
News of the Weird
By the age of 22 I had applications for alternative energy, perpetual motion, and a vision of a massive "Recreation Arena" (sportsbar); nobody cared. By the age of 25 I had written the perfect poem, and was churning out songs and poems for the masses; nobody cared. By the age of 30 I was a professional pinball player, and was redefining Overnight Radio presentation in 3 states. Some people cared, but not the bottom-feeding corporates who took over.
Please remember this; I did not ask to be born. But since I was, I would have been more than happy to help out this pathetic world. However, this pathetic world did not want my help. So; screw the world, and screw the people of the world. You can't die fast enough to please me. But there may be some good news...
The world is long overdue for some massive changes; changes that are going to completely revolutionize 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".
