"BURN THE WITCH!"

Gotta love that Threat Level 5 sound. All who are into the hard-edged electronic power music stuff are encouraged to check it out. Really! (Hint: The song to pay attention to is the one without a little album thumbnail by it, even though that song is actually also on the album.)

Ok, now that I've given a plug to something for no reason other than that I think it's cool (and what better reason?), let's move on.

Well, the winning entry to last night's "contest" was sent in no more than two hours after it was posted. However, the winner has chosen not to claim the prize just yet. Perhaps at a later date. lol.

Ok, you know it's a sad contest when somebody is able to win, but upon victory, they say, "Oh, I'm not interested in claiming the prize (if it could be called that) just yet." Such is the way of silly little wannabe web pages such as this one. ;)

(No, I was not intoxicated in the least when I wrote last night's entry. Gol, now every time I make an entry on a Friday evening, everyone's gonna suspect that I'm hopelessly drunk. A little secret: This shit flows from my brain with or without the help of narcotics, psychoactives, hallucinogenics, or any other brain enhancements/impairments.)

Last night, I started feeling super tired after eating, so I went to bed inordinately early. As luck almost always has it when I do such things, I again awoke shortly after midnight, feeling ready to go again.

I spent a few minutes checking email and surfing, I returned to bed. After a few minutes, I actually managed to convince my brain that it was time to shut down again. Amazing.

This morning, as I gradually emerged from the fog of sleep, in which I actually still remember parts from some of the dreams I had, I marveled at how much has happened this week, yet the whole thing seems to have gone by in a flash of lightning. How is that so?

Every day, get up in the morning, go to work. Once there, it's hard to find a dull moment (except as noted). You work your ass off, and at times, you get so involved in whatever it is you're doing, time just goes zipping by. When quitting time comes, you're glad, but you weren't really looking forward to it ending either. It's just that the time spent at work was cool, and now it's time to go do something else, and that's cool too. That's my life.

Oh, and then after you get home, you type all this shit into your web page, and then do personal email -- some messages really long and rambling, some overly paranoid, and some just plain goofy. And then it never hurts to engage in a little of some strange and perverse form of online hero worship through a medium where everything is communicated through ASCII text and html tags. Puppy like urls. Lots of urls keep puppy happy. ROOF! ;)

So... having now explicated my strange and bizarre existence, I figure it's time to re-evaluate things, try to set the course for where I'm going, preferably before Project Guacamole kicks into phase 2.

[Pulls out old Nine Inch Nails cd -- broken. Hits play.]

So, what is that course? That direction? I'll be damned if I know! I'm cruising down this lane at 75, with the blinders on, the sun in my eyes, no map, no idea of where anything is, and no clue of any kind, and no brakes. And I like it that way. I am goddamn lovin it.

With that in mind, I think it's fairly likely that a good portion my afternoon will be spent in the lofty realms of the couch potato zone. lol. No brakes, baby!

After that, who knows?