Geminyo

Lulz...

2009-07-31T15:36:19Z

I was buying some akkeyhol and a digorno pizza at udf when a guy standing next to me at the checkout said "Man, that's a good looking pizza. You plan on sharing it?" To which I replied, "Sure, you wanna come back to my place?" I had to repeat that a couple times because I was saying it too fast or he couldn't believe what he was hearing or whatever, and he un-nervedly said "What? Naw, man. You would probably... Naw" And I laughed and walked away.

Superlulz.

I think I sploded his brain. Why do people do stuff like that anyway? "Can I have some of your frozen mean?" Honestly, what is the appropriate response? It's not like I could just open it up and hand him a slice. I come off as an asshole if I just ignore him, or give an outright no. He's the one imposing, but I still feel like some kind of tact or politeness is expected of me. What I think happened? Someone who's made a hobby of putting people on the spot got his world turned up-side down. I win.

geminyo @ 2009-07-18T03:37:00

2009-07-18T07:50:17Z

My boss came up to me today with two pieces of paper. One was a photo of an obviously damaged bulldozer. The other was an email forwarded from the army. On July 4th, that bulldozer was hit by an IED in Iraq. The marine inside walked away unharmed. They wanted us to know that we had a hand in saving his life, and passed on their gratitude. I have been wrestling with guilt over the fact that the vast majority of my welding experience has been working for military contractors. Building war machines. I know that building armor is supposed to be a noble cause or whatever- but today, for the first time ever, I actually felt proud.

Finally...

2009-04-22T13:43:50Z

Headline this morning:

"Freddie Mack official found dead in apparent suicide"

Here's the story http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090422/ap_on_bi_ge/us_freddie_mac_official_dead

Now if only the rest of those fuckers had the capacity to feel guilt or shame, I'm sure we'd see alot more of these.

LOL

2009-03-02T19:06:48Z

DOW below 7000.

This was inevitable. capitalism is fail.

tonight, i'm gonna party like it's 1929.

geminyo @ 2009-02-23T02:01:00

2009-02-23T07:01:45Z

see more pwn and owned pictures

Ummm.

2009-02-20T08:59:25Z

I work with an Iraq combat veteran. He's off on disability. PTSD. These facts are just articles. Lables. Filed them in with the fact that he's male and a welder.

Today, the ugly reality of the situation came out.

Someone wasn't thinking, and pulled a childlike prank. Blew up an empty snack bag and popped it by the PTSD man's head.

"You think that's funny?" screaming now "Then why don't you go to FUCKING IRAQ and tell me if that's still funny!" He walked away to cool off.

He came back. Shaking. Trying to hide tears. Puffing an inhailer. I'm shaking too. Later he said he thought he died. "Pop. That's it. I'm dead."

I felt it. I saw it. I want to help him, but I don't know how.

Spent the rest of the day angry.

"victims of a system that makes men torture"

Worked all day with Alan Ginsberg and Charlie Chaplin ringing in my head. Wide-eyed dreamers with answers to questions that most people don't bother to ask.

"we want to live by eachother's joy, not eachother's misery"

I'm more overwhelmed by frustration and regret than anyting else lately. The picture is crystal clear. Past, present, and future. I just can't change the channel. Nothing but scarred bodies and minds, and grinning CEO's licking their chops at the new population that's ripe for exploitation.

"moloch, who's heart is a cannibal dynamo"

I know there are things to feel hopeful about. I just can't remember them right now.

Looks like the masses are finally paying attention....

2009-02-17T05:37:57Z

"An executive bonus could build a new school..."

I'm reminded of my time at DRS. Business slowed down and the company reacted by cutting out uniforms, and buying a cheaper health plan. All of the losses they were trying to make up for could have been taken out of the salaries of executives who would have never actually missed a dime of it, but instead, they skimmed it from people who often had to choose between paying the electric bill or seeing a doctor.

It's about damn time the upper crust got a tounge lashing like that.

geminyo @ 2009-01-27T04:27:00

2009-01-27T10:15:06Z

"Stood in the firelight, sweltering bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in the night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and god was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion. Bear children, hellbound as ourselves. Go into oblivion. There is nothing else.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vauge metaphysical forces. It is not god who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to dogs. It's us. Only us.

Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning it's illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world..."

So I just read through the watchmen for the first time. That was a monologue from one of the main characters, "Rorschach." Pretty much every character breaks from the idealized masked avenger, but he seems to be the most entertaining. These are just normal people who are either inspired by comic books, or compelled by inner demons to put on costumes and beat up bad guys. Also gets away from the typical white/black world that most comic books protray by putting the characters situations where they're pretty much guessing about everything, and almost always incorrect.

I heard a rumor that the upcoming movie has a happy ending. The watchmen does not have a happy ending. You should read it regardless, but if those fuckers actually gave the movie a happy ending, they robbed the whole story of it's context. You should read it for cereal if you don't get the real ending in the theater.

lol

2008-10-08T21:15:57Z

see Sarah Palin pictures

geminyo @ 2008-07-13T16:26:00

2008-07-13T20:27:29Z

Ya que caiste de este mundo
cargo una navaja diosmio para ti
¿Cuántas veces me mordiste
y cuántas veces yo me fui?
Ya no estoy enamorado con tus mentiras
El infierno me duerme
porque el infierno es la única verdad.

En mi vida
el oscuro me mantiene,
cuando yo te vi
en la lluvia me prometistes tu sangre.
Yo no me quedo...

Estrella de la mañana,
Samael te persigo a ti,
Y si me quedo sin alas
nada más me muero por ti...
Estrella de la mañana,
Samael te persigo a ti,
Y si me quedo sin alas,
nada más me muero por ti...

The lowest lows...

2008-06-12T02:05:27Z

...Preceed the highest peaks. Like a floatey thing on the bottom of the ocean breaking loose and rising through the water so fast that it flys through the air as well.

I'm looking back at the earth, and I know one thing to be true;

What looks smaller when you put space around it, is all the more precious from the contrast.

And as much as the sun burns, every cell of my body tingles with elation.

The intensity of the light blurs the borders of form, and dissolves it's illusion.

Angry.

2008-05-28T14:53:46Z

Not average anger. This isn't over some petty thing that happened at work, or whatever disagreement I have with the people who are running our world into the ground. This is personal. Not the kind you blow off as soon as possible so you can get on to feeling more pleasurable emotions. This is the kind of anger you put in a bottle and save for a special occasion. I've been saving it for as long as I could tell right from wrong.

Right from wrong.

It's supposed to be an instinct, right? Sure, there's some grey areas. There are subjective applications to every moral standard which can bring even the most basic assumption about the way people should behave into question. Then there are the absolutes. Then there's the unacceptable things. The things that are wrong beyond all reasonable doubt and no one, ever in their lifetime, could find a way to justify doing them.

Taboos as solid as the fucking laws of physics.

If your family is poor. You do not spend the majority of what little money you have on candy for yourself while your own children go without food.

If your husband is sexually abusing your children, you don't convince the athorities that the children are lieing to protect him, and retaliate against your children for acting to protect themselves.

If you have a disagreement with someone, it is never acceptable to, as a form of retaliation, call social services and accuse them of abusing their child, placing the child in the state care system, almost assuring that this child will have no chance at knowing that they deserve a better life than the one that was forced on her.

Wanda Morgan. Barely even a human being in my eyes. Is my grandmother.

She betrayed her children. And in doing so, has trained them to betray themselves. And eachother. And worst of all, their children.

I feel alot of things when I think of all the lives she's ruined. Grateful, that my mom wanted a better life for me than the one she had. Sad, that the damage was done and there's not much anyone can do to fix it. But mostly angry. If the human species is capable of spawning creatures like her, then it shouldn't exist at all. Whatever good all of mankind has ever been capable of isn't worth a single Wanda Morgan.

geminyo @ 2008-01-21T17:31:00

2008-01-21T22:44:36Z

"The wage of virtue is dissapointment," Said the man with his knife at my throat, "For your kind shall ever live at the mercy of those who gladly cross that line."

New ytmnd up!

2007-12-22T01:04:10Z

Europe's super megahit, "The final countdown," or rather, my brother's take on it.

europeacapella.ytmnd.com

go. listen. bust a gut laughing.

"WTF," said the heart to the brain.

2007-08-25T05:40:56Z

So why do you hide so deep inside yourself, Eddie? There may be an answer or two to that question, but we aren't going to get into that. I'm just putting what I see out there so you can see it too.

Stone Giant.

Get the fuck over yourself. Being stoic and unaffected isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's just a facade. Pretending to be calm while your real feelings are trapped inside ripping you to shreds. Just grin and bear it.

Don't you?

Tell everyone around you that everyting is just hunkey-fucking-dorey because you don't want to be the burden, meanwhile, you take on everyone else's problems on top of yours like you're some kind of superhero. Eddie, the saint.

Aren't you?

Mistakes made. Lessons learned? If you're so damn smart, why can't you fix yourself. Oh, you did? Or did you just cover everyting you really feel with a loving smile and trying your best to not actually feel anything. You did that in her room. Grandma would tell the same stories about nurses stealing her clothes, and you would just sit there and smile. She's dead.

Look at it. Repeat it to yourself. Remember her before her brain melted? Always with the ice cream and the card games, right? You used to draw cute little monsters and give them to her as presents. Now she's as dead as that sweet little boy. Dead dead dead.

What the fuck is wrong with you? You feel, but you don't comprehend. You can't even cry... where's your humanity? You monster!

Ok. That is kinda harsh. But how long can you go on like this? Your negative emotions well up, just beneath your skin. Your whole being feels like it needs to be lanced to let the puss run out. Are you okay with this? Well, I'm not.

Your coping mechanisms are just as destructive- if not, more -than those poor bastards who drink themselves into a stupor to escape the strain of everyday living.

You can break out of this. I will help you.

Now go get some sleep.

Jeepers.

2007-06-27T05:15:08Z

I'm not a blog head. I see some people who look at life as nothing more than blog fodder, never leave the house without a digicam for fear of missing their perfect blog photo-op, and seem to live their lives vicariously through the idealized version of themselves they created on their blog. This, my friends, makes me sick. This is the reason you don't hear from me so often; my life's just plain uneventful. I post things that I'd like to remeber for one reason or another, and the rest just seems alittle pointless. "I went to work, ate some food, then went to bed" is the entire content of many days of my life and there isn't much I could do to flesh it out to be something interesting to read. Now if the workplace exploded? I'd be here talking about whatever accident a co-worker had with an oxygen tank that turned him into giblets. One can dream, right?

So, most noteworthy is the upcoming surgery. Again. Fuckdamnit. Then there were the Nazis. Threre's a neo-nazi biker gang in my mom's neighborhood, and while I was waiting for our pizza delivery, two of them walked by on the sidewalk. Both drunk, one holding the other up because he was apparently too drunk to walk. He had a swastikia on his biker vest, so there was no mistaking what he was. I have a shaved head, so there was some confusion as to my political beleifs as indicated by their saluting me as the walked by. It took every ounce of self-control in me to stay on that porch, and not pick up something hard and use it to turn those two into hamburger. Seriously, this is a violent gang, they have hurt alot of people in the past and it's only a matter of time before they do it again. It would been so easy to do them in with them being too drunk to walk and all, but alas, the deck is stacked. I would be the one to go to jail for the rest of my life because they have friends in the police department. Being a vigalante doesn't pay as well is it used to.

I gots blisters on my feet, yo. With me going out of play tomorrow, I went with a friend to gameworks to go out with a bang. There was this guy there with a free card who rocks on DDR as much as I do, and enjoyed having some competition. I distinctly remember him saying "I hate you," during some of the songs. So now I can barely walk, and the sweat on my shirt has just about dried off. We ended up exchanging numbers so we can do it again when I'm back on my feet. Yay for being a dork!

I don't know about 'chall, but I'm in heterosexual love with congressman Tim Ryan.

The Night of the Stench

2007-06-07T07:41:57Z

*que horror movie trailer music*

What began as an average day at work slowly became something much much worse. It started with what I thought was a prank. A smell, similar to if someone stepped in dog shit, came without warning. I thought someone brought us one of their best friend's presents. As time went by, it became apparent that the source of the smell wasn't so small or easily carried- and continued to grow in strength- as though someone had bathed in dogshit, died, decayed for a week or so, and was hidden somewhere in my workplace. There are alot of smells in a weld shop. Some you learn to live with. Others you actually come to enjoy. But "infected, shit-covered corpse" is not one I am used to.

-You're stomach will turn when you see.... NIGHT.... of the STENCH!

bom bom bom!

The actual culprit was a dumpster. The trash people came and changed out the dumpster, and the empty one they brought us likely made it's last stop at a meat-packing plant.

off to burn some incense. tata!

Nothing gloomy 'bout a springtime rain...

2007-05-06T15:09:34Z

Colorful new life smiles from a clod of dirt.

I smile back.

LOL @ SCIENTOLOGYS!!!!!!1!!!!!ONE!!

2007-02-22T20:13:42Z

We stopped at the corner deli so she could rest her feet. Damn business shoes are murder, but everything about business is murder, isn't it? I asked her for a sheet of paper and a pen on which I wrote "Your pathetic bid to save this world shall fail. You shall never rid your feeble man-bodies of the thetans. All Hail Lord Xenu!" then folded it up, and slipped it in my pocket. Then I entered the Church of Scientology, and asked to take the free personality test. The woman at the helpdesk had the distinct expression if veal in her eyes, and was as kind as they have instructed her to be. I completed the lengthly test, and told her that it was time for me to go to work, but I could come in tomorrow to have the test graded. Then I asked her if she was a voulenteer or staff. She is staff. I asked her what her OT level is. She said she isn't OT yet, but hopes to be someday. Then she asked me how I know so much about scienotlogy, if I had a friend who was a scientologist, or read a book. I told her that my father used to be one(half-truth) and I had a letter for her ORG leader. I handed her the letter, took the appointment slip, and walked away to the sound of unfolding paper. Contacting OT III information before you complet OT II is supposed to be lethal. Contacting anybody who is an enemy of scientology makes you PTS(potnetial trouble source) which they believe to be the cause of all illness. If she gets the sniffles in the next week, she'll blame it on me.

Or maybe. Just maybe. I planted the seed of doubt that will free her.

another one. sheesh.

2007-01-13T01:08:25Z

This dream started out like a cartooney superhero "storm the gates" story, which quickly dissolved into some sort of instructional guide to avoiding hornets. I was in the woods, at some rundown old house, and there were lots of them. All I had was an old, unreliable can of bug spray which did work alittle, but I was still getting stung alot. The stings didn't really hurt in the dream, but they did bring up alot of blood. At some point, I accidentaly pushed over a dead tree, and somehow knew that it was very very bad, and the whole hive would be after me, so I started to run away. Over my shoulder, I saw a cloud of them rise from the ground and start chasing me. Around this point, I got dream rubberlegs, and couldn't seem to stay on my feet, and kept falling down and trying to crawl as fast as I could to get away, and after I got over a small hill, and tried to hide against it so they wouldn't see me, what came flying over my head was not a swarm of hornets- it was bullets and rockets. I managed to regain control of my legs, and took shelter in another nearby house, and tried looking out to see where they were coming from. There were explosions and smoke, but whatever they were coming from was just out of view, on the other side of the trees, and there were still rockets and bullets whizzing past the house.

yikes!

america's evil doppelganger...

2007-01-10T21:22:38Z

woah

2007-01-10T19:59:52Z

So we kept going to the same place for this event. And some of the regulars there had a certain something about them which led me to suspect that they were somehow inter-dimentinal travelers, and set up this gathering so they could talk to people from our world to learn about it. So I ask them what the other world is like, and they don't know what I'm talking about, but It's pretty clear that they are lieing, so I stick around after the gathering to see if I can catch them going back

-----indistinct

there's crystalline structures which are apparently supposed to be alien fighter ships, and they are breaking off of a much larger cluster which i guess was the mothership, and they were impervious to missiles and machinegun fire, and then everyone woke up like it was all a dream, but it was a trick. they had taken over the world, and erased it from everybody's memories so life would just keep going on as normal while they disguised themselves as doctors so they could implant things in people's bodies without a fight.

indistinct

im floating above a metropolis, and a large group of military aircraft of all kinds- jets and choppers and even larger ones i didn't recognise, were flying towards me over the city, carpet-bombing it with very powerful blasts, and somehow i outrun them and manage to fly above them to avoid getting caught in it, and follow them. for some reason, they are combing over every square inch of the planet with the intent of not leaving anything alive, and as far as i can tell, there's nobody doing anything about it.

dreams are scarey.

The road forked...

2006-11-21T06:49:32Z

...And I should have went the other way...

Workey randomness...

2006-06-28T09:24:46Z

Yesterday at work, a co-worker told me had bought a CD for me and would bring it in today. He said he saw the group and thought it would be right up my alley. Damn he was right. It's overly christian, but all the anti-american fire and brimstone shit in it makes up for that. It's called "The Divine Liturgy of the Wretched Exiles." Here's an excerpt:

"And on good friday... in that corner sea serene, fifty stars line up against you, flying high but they will sink, with the weight of a heavy millstone. no man is an island, no one can run from what they've done, in that deep blue they'll sink, fifty stars never to see the sun, and on good friday those red stripes are carved into your back, and on good friday those stars spangled your body blue and black..."

Sounds alot like Tom Waits in alot of ways. Golly neato- damndest thing I'd run into in a while.

he hee.

funny thing.

2006-03-26T08:30:47Z

i am now moved into the new place in cincy with matt and his lady.

she got a new book and started reading it tonight.

she says "i love cracking the spines on books"

i say "i love cracking spines on my knee"

for some reason which is totally beyond me, she found that disturbing. lol.

not that i've ever done anything like that, but it sounded like a neat response to me. i've got to learn to speak normal-ese. would get along better here with language skills like that. it's bad to freak people out before they get to know what lives under the werido.