| Brief Intro or Whatnot |
| I am the Dark Cow, of Mystery. I live on the outskirts of Salt Lake.
I have a car named Betty. There is nothing more relaxing than standing in the rain. I like pastries. I can swim a mile. |
| Things and Stuff |
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Ravens eat trash. You eat health food. Who's on the couch?
From a distance, we all look the same.
Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead. Wisdom is timeless. So are fools. The past is beneath you, the future is in the stars. Privacy is freedom. Candy is corrosive. | |
| Monday, March 8, 2004 |
| paul simon-
She can’t sleep now
The moon is red
She fights a fever
She burns in bed
She needs to talk so
We take a walk
Down in the maroon light
She says “Maybe these emotions are
As near to love as love will ever be”
So I agree
Then the moon breaks
She takes the corner that’s all she takes
She moves on
She says “Ooh my storybook lover
You have underestimated my power
As you shortly will discover”
Then I fall to my knees
I grow weak, I go slack
As if she’d captured the breath of my
Voice in a bottle
And I can’t catch it back
But I feel good
It’s a fine day
The way the sun hits off the run way
A cloud shifts
The plane lifts
She moves on
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| posted at
04:12 a.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Wednesday, March 3, 2004 |
| I think the end is near. I feel like a reporter in the capital of some besieged city. My feet up on the balcony, a martini in my hand, the busy whir of panic beneath my perch. Below me are the frantic sounds of men scrambling to the front, and woman and children scattering to wards safer parts of the city. All that i can do is slow the inevitable, watch as the stop gap measures are over run, watch as the city that i have grown to love from the balcony of my five star hotel crumbles and falls. |
| posted at
08:59 a.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Monday, March 1, 2004 |
| Tommorrow, an update.
today a Lyric Poem:
Proof by Paul Simon
Soon our fortunes will be made, my darling
And we will leave this loathsome little town
Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots, my baby
Silver foil to trim your wedding gown
It's true the tools of love wear down
Time passes
A mid wanders
It seems mindless, but it does
Sometimes I see you face
As if through reading glasses
And your smile seems softer than it was
Proof
Some people gonna call you up
Tell you something that you already know
Proof
Sane people go crazy on you
Say ''No man, that was not
The deal we made
I got to go, I got to go''
Faith
Faith is an island in the setting sun
But proof, yes
Proof is the bottom line for everyone
My face, my race
Don't matter anymore
My sex, my cheques
Accepted at the door
Proof
Some people gonna call you up
Tell you something that you already know
Proof
Sane people go crazy on you
Say ''No man, that was not
The deal we made
I got to, I got to go''
Faith
Faith is an island in the setting sun
But proof, yes
Proof is the bottom line for everyone
Half moon hiding in the clouds, my darling
And the sky is flecked with signs of hope
Raise your weary wings against the rain, my baby
Wash your tangled curls with gambler's soap
Proof
Some people gonna call you up
Tell you something that you already know
Sane people go crazy on you
Say ''No man, that was not
The deal we made
I got to, I got to, I got to''
Faith
Faith is an island in the setting sun
But proof, yes
Proof is the bottom line for everyone
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| posted at
11:59 p.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Tuesday, February 24, 2004 |
Have i ever told you how cool my girlfriend Katie is? SHe is the coolest person i know, and i'm not just saying that because she put a blindfold on me last, really i'm not. She had that mischievious twinkle in her eye last night when she pulled into the driveway. I knew what it was for, but i didn't tell her. she tied the Viagra tie (why would a girl have a Viagra tie?) around my had and made sure i couldn't see. SHe took me driving and refused to tell me where she was taking me, but i already knew because i've been there so many times before. I felt the dips and curves and twists and turns of the road, each familiar to me . She and my dad conspired to surprise me with my Eagle Court which had been long overdue, and i t worked. Let me just say again that Katie is the coolest and she can have all the whipped cream she can eat.
The White Stripes
In The Cold, Cold Night
I saw you standing in the corner
On the edge of a burning light
I saw you standing in the corner
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
You make me feel a little older
Like a full grown woman might
But when you're gone I grow colder
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
I see you walking by my front door
I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor
I don't care what other people say
I'm going to love you, anyway
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
I can't stand it any longer
I need the fuel to make my fire burn bright
So don't fight it any longer
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
And I know that you feel it too
When my skin turns into glue
You will know that it's warm inside
And you'll come run to me, in the cold, cold night
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| posted at
03:27 p.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Saturday, February 21, 2004 |
| I hate love!!!!!!!!!!! It's too complicated for my simple mind to handle. I only have an on and an off, white or black mind, i can't handle the shades of gray that are love. |
| posted at
05:18 p.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Wednesday, January 21, 2004 |
| I really need to start updating on tuesdays, because wednesdays are my mondays, and mondays suck. Yar! So i am working hard, or was it hardly working? I don't remember anymore. Spinningly endlessly in my chair, pretending i care, pretending i can fix their problem. I can't even fix my own problems any more, I just format and reinstall. |
| posted at
10:39 a.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Wednesday, January 14, 2004 |
| I have a problem. I haven't seen the sun in a week, and frankly i'm a little vitamin d deprived. I need the sun. Sun, why have you left me? It's cold, there's an icy smog hanging over the valley. i breathe in and it cuts my lungs and i feel them begin to melt. |
| posted at
01:36 p.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Wednesday, January 7, 2004 |
| Today i was contemplating my belly buttonm lint and it struck me, i have no idea were my belly button lint goes once it falls out of my belly. Does it go on a journey to find a vision of itself and of it's purpose, does it grow up and go to school and get a degree and becom the grime under my fingernails? And then i realised something, i really shouldn't think while i have a cold. That's right, i have a cold. And it sucks, but i'm getting better, and i don't have to do alot of actual work for the rest of the week because i'm in training. And i'm in training because i decided to just go ahead and apply for the Tier 3 position -so i could get paid for what i was already doing- and i got it. Now i just have to pass the test on friday and the fifty cent raise is mine... Moohahahahahahahahahahaha |
| posted at
06:47 p.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Tuesday, January 6, 2004 |
| Gus Gus is the Bomb-Bomb. I went out and i bought Gus Gus's Attention album and i like it. Alot. It's effing cool. that's right, i said effing. In fact, it's really effing cool, in a disco-ibiza sort of way. And which way is Ibiza, you ask, well for me, that's far east, and i hate the far east, but this is still a good cd. you should all go out and buy it. now. or just steal it with your high speed dsl connections (you bastards). Have i ever mentioned that i believe that the three toed sloths illegally immigrating into America are the cause of all of our nations present woes. Now i'm not saying i have a problem with pan-americans crossing the border to find better jobs and new lives, no, what i'm saying is i hate three toed sloths. |
| posted at
07:04 p.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Monday, January 5, 2004 |
Overtime Glance
By The Associated Press
The Labor Department (news - web sites) is suggesting ways employers can avoid paying overtime to newly eligible workers in its proposal. It offered this example of a "payroll adjustment":
_A worker earning $400 per week for 40 hours becomes eligible for overtime pay, which would average five hours a week.
_The employer can convert the worker to an hourly pay rate. But instead of paying him $10 an hour plus overtime, the employer can cut the worker's pay to $8.42 an hour, or $336.80, for a 40-hour week.
_The five hours of overtime pay at time-and-a-half — totaling $63.15 — gets added to the reduced pay.
_The new pay with overtime equals $399.95 per week, compared to the old salary of $400 per week with no overtime.
This "payroll adjustment option ... could offset the impact of the proposed rule," the department said.
Source: Labor Department's proposal to revise overtime pay rules, published March 31, 2003, in the Federal Register.
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| posted at
06:57 p.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Monday, December 29, 2003 |
| FBI Issues Alert Against Almanac Carriers or kill the tourist!
By TED BRIDIS, Associated Press Writer
WASHINGTON - The FBI (news - web sites) is warning police nationwide to be alert for people carrying almanacs, cautioning that the popular reference books covering everything from abbreviations to weather trends could be used for terrorist planning.
In a bulletin sent Christmas Eve to about 18,000 police organizations, the FBI said terrorists may use almanacs "to assist with target selection and pre-operational planning."
It urged officers to watch during searches, traffic stops and other investigations for anyone carrying almanacs, especially if the books are annotated in suspicious ways.
"The practice of researching potential targets is consistent with known methods of al-Qaida and other terrorist organizations that seek to maximize the likelihood of operational success through careful planning," the FBI wrote.
The Associated Press obtained a copy of the bulletin this week and verified its authenticity.
"For local law enforcement, it's just to help give them one more piece of information to raise their suspicions," said David Heyman, a terrorism expert for the Washington-based Center for Strategic and International Studies. "It helps make sure one more bad guy doesn't get away from a traffic stop, maybe gives police a little bit more reason to follow up on this."
The FBI noted that use of almanacs or maps may be innocent, "the product of legitimate recreational or commercial activities." But it warned that when combined with suspicious behavior — such as apparent surveillance — a person with an almanac "may point to possible terrorist planning."
"I don't think anyone would consider us a harmful entity," said Kevin Seabrooke, senior editor of The World Almanac. He said the reference book includes about a dozen pages out of its 1,000 pages total listing the world's tallest buildings and bridges but includes no diagrams or architectural schematics. "It's stuff that's widely available on the Internet," he said.
The publisher for The Old Farmers Almanac said Monday terrorists would probably find statistical reference books more useful than the collections of Americana in his famous publication of weather predictions and witticisms.
"While we doubt that our editorial content would be of particular interest to people who would wish to do us harm, we will certainly cooperate to the fullest with national authorities at any level they deem appropriate," publisher John Pierce said.
The FBI said information typically found in almanacs that could be useful for terrorists includes profiles of cities and states and information about waterways, bridges, dams, reservoirs, tunnels, buildings and landmarks. It said this information is often accompanied by photographs and maps.
The FBI urged police to report such discoveries to the local U.S. Joint Terrorism Task Force.
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| posted at
07:39 p.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Thursday, December 25, 2003 |
| I wish i could do more for you sir, but Works doesn't work with msn too well. I wish i could hold your hand while you make an absurd request just to get spell checker to work. I understand that Works works when you make it work and intentionally misspell the word christmas and that msn does not. I understand that you understand that i don't understand what you are understanding what i am understanding. I understand that you hate me, but that's the deal. get Word. it's 90$ to get and you'll love it. here, and let me credit you four months on your account to compensate you. oh, it shows here that you have a free account. You recovered your computer three times to get the spell checker to work, and it's a free account. Why should i even be concerned about getting msn's spellchecker to work for you. You said yourself that spellchecker works at hotmail, why not use hotmail, you cheap, commy, son of a bitch. Awe... Does that make you cry that you have to go out and stop using a piece of shit software that's out of date by at least 7 years, and get something that really wORKS? Awe... you want to talk to someone else about this, here, here's the number, call back and get someone else. What, you want to talk to my sup? I'm the top of the tree, and you can take these apples, or you can leave them, but whatever you do, get the fuck off of my line. Your ruining my call time. I've told you for the past twenty minute that this is all that i could do. Fine. Here's the support page for Works, go, look for updates, not that there are any because, like i said before, your using a shyte piece of trash piece of software that is this close to being treated like a red headed step child by Microsoft. Maybe you should get off this line before i have to shove these sour apples down your throat with a goddamned rifle but. Oh, and thanks for calling Msn Tech support. But it's not all bad, i talked to a fellow from Spanish Fork and we got to talking a bout christmas when he was young, and i fixed what sixteen other techs couldn't. all in under twenty minutes. and half of that was consulting with other techs. It's funny how i don't have much to say about the good call and i have a long, angry, paraphrased monologue of the bad one. |
| posted at
02:42 a.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Wednesday, December 24, 2003 |
| Wow, i haven't been like this in a long time. I feel thoughtful, i feel exhausted and thrilled. I'm sitting out of queue on the Third tier of msn, the highest level of the lowest circle of hell. The working world is not all it's craked up to, it's more. It's fun, it's hard, it'll knock to earth and then haul you back up by your checkered suspenders. So i went out ands got my hair cut. It's a damn fine haircut, only i lack the skills required to maintain it and the colors to improve it. ARGH! (-yes, Brandi, that haircut (i'll send yah pictures)-). So any ways, i spent the day to day looking for gifts for my family, and i found some really good ones, for my the women of the family, but i still have nothing for my dad. Damn the MAN, and poke that fat, hirsute man in the red coat. |
| posted at
09:08 p.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Saturday, November 15, 2003 |
S:ituation
I:ssue
R:esolution
So i hate pop punk/emo. Artists that i despise include Something Corporate, Afi, and A New Found Glory. Unfortunately, that's all they play these days on the radio. It makes me cry. Of course, my girlfriend loves it, and i love her, so i have to put up with. whoa is me. whoa. Oh well, other than that, she has some pretty good taste, so maybe it balances out. However, it still doesn't change the fact that i hate Something Corporate. So life is grand. Even when it sucks. And baby, it's sucking eggs. Raw eggs. My hair is shaggy and unkept, my eyes are tired, and my heart calls for something more. I have wants and needs, but i can't meet the wants if i meet the needs, and if i don't meet the wants, people die. I want to help every caller, but i need to keep the call times low and the satifaction (resolution doesn't equal satisfaction, and vice versa). I want to build relationships, but relationships need time and my prime time is taken by work. Work, the curse of the drinking class... and i'm still too young... |
| posted at
12:21 a.m. by Dark Jojo |
| Saturday, November 8, 2003 |
| It's been a while, huh? Oh well, there hasn't been too much to say of late. The sum is the following: lust, hormones, crappy work, Katy, msn nine, drudgy of the solitary lifestyle, a body craving motion, a motion craving release. Weeks without noteworthy actions, all broken by tonight... Tonight, we (yes, us) went out to eat. Patrick thought it would be nice to have a night with the Katy without the hassle of her silly teenage friends (who sometimes amuse, and often alarm me (-i was never like that-)/), so that's what we did. Now let me explain I did actually plan it out ahead of time, but like with all of my plans, it lacked important details, like when, where, how, what, why, but trust me, there was a plan.... So we started out at the macaroni grille, well actually, she ran inside, i parked, and we got one of those stupid ass blinky/vibraty things that "fancy" restaurants use now'a'days to alert you that it's your turn (so get up you, you fat, lazy bastard). So during the mean time, Katy and i walked over to borders. and we wondered, and then we chatted, and then we drank (cider for me, latte for her), then we wander the cd section, and i bought a cd( actually, it was more than a cd, it was Frontline Assembly -Epitaph), -to which i'm listening right now- , and i had an amusing chat with the cashier over her premature gray hair (it was really cool, she had a shock of white right where the her part was, and seemingly only there(sometimes i want to have a shock too, but sometimes i also want to have a pink and green mohawk too)/). Can you say tangent, cus i won't so after leaving borders, we wandered back to the big M.G. to find out why the flashy shaky thing hadn't shaken or flashen'd(it was consanance or "flashed", i went with the former. Dr. Coleman went to the latter, and we'll both end up at the same place) for an hour and a half and the metradee said it was only forty.... |
| posted at
01:02 a.m. by Dark Jojo |
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