Below are the 17 most recent journal entries recorded in zolfatore's LiveJournal:

Thursday, July 21st, 2005
12:56 pm	Fragments of Youth I ran through the 'mood selections' buttons and decided to get nostalgic. My mom would place me in the front yard in my play pen, and I would mimic the sounds of sirens and she would come running out to see where they were going. Also, our adoptive tom cat would climb in the pen with me and I would pet him. My cousins lived upstairs; we lived down. We had a goldfish, and somehow my cousin and I got it into our heads to give it a ride in my toy truck. We also got lost one time, strolling around our back yard. We wound up in the driveway behind our house. Of course back then, a small parcel of land felt like 50 acres to a four and five year old. First haircut on Park Avenue. I'm sitting in one of those horsie chairs wimpering, and my cousin is next to me screaming like a banshee. I remember that like it was yesterday. Years after, my mom had to practically drag me to the the barber. A guy named Susie(?) on Monroe Avenue. A cross between Peter Cushing and Floyd the Barber he looked like. Very disconcerting to a little kid. Nothing coming out now; hmmmmm!!! Can't think - never could anyway, least in a linear sort of thingy line thingy straight line thing - see? Used to steal candy bars from the local drug store (what are those, right?) until I was in there one time and listened as this kid got caught. Cried like he was going to the electric chair or something. And the dummy had the nerve to do it while he was in their with his mother! Jeez! More later, or more or later, or whatever. Pornographic priestess boy you've been a naughty girl you let your knickers down. Walrus Current Mood: nostalgic (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 20th, 2005
4:29 pm	Updating the Update What can I do to make this more interesting? Pictures? Background noise? Smudges and smears all over the screen? A sort of computer version of Dali or Picasso or Pollack? I wonder what they would have written had they had computers, or what 18th century poets would have written. Or what 18th century writers would have written and would they have used Old Script, or would they have to use Old English English settings on the computer? Or Old High German? Or Low German? I think the Italian version of Low Italian is either Calabrese or Sicilian. But I believe it's any dialect South of Naples. The South of Italy is called the Mezzogiorno. Big deal, right? And such endeth the history lesson for now. Cooled off nicely last night and today, no high humidity but man them Texans and those freakin' hurricanes. Oh my God! Tornadoes everywhere, high winds, widespread damage. Why don't they just call it Total Chaos Conditions? Man oh man! I wonder how I'd handle shit like that, let alone living down south with all of its mucky and muddy humidity; air so thick you have to swim your way through it. It'd be nice in the winter but you still got all them damn Chaotic Conditions to deal with. Oh well. We get 'em up here, too, and like anyplace, people get used to 'em. I'm sure anyone south of the Masie Dixie would think they just walked into the Himalyas during High Winter in these parts. Looking for the Sherpas to guide them through the nine foot high drifts of snow. I worked with a guy who said he lived near Watertown, NY, and said the drifts got so high there they buried the utility poles (but he also said he was in 'Nam and flew helicopters, built houses and had a valid driver's license; all lies!) He put the "b" in bullshit artists. Lot of people like that; they work it like it an artist uses clay or paint. The Liars Club. I should read up on pathological liar study cases. Interesting. Headache now and feet ache. Hasn't settled down (the feetache I mean) in a couple of days; getting disconcerted. And also got severely depressed after taking an afternoon snooze. I don't know why in Heaven or hell that happens. Can't put my finger or thumb on it. I think I think (or I believe) that I'm sleeping my life away. And I still didn't go to Kinko's to print up manuscript copies for submissions to small literary magazines, much against the advice of Ray Bradbury, who said a writer should'nt do it; something about not appealing to the masses, or like you wouldn't be writing from the heart. Or something! I just can't remember the goddamned thing, to quote Uncle Joe. Going surfing now. Oh untimely death! Walrus (wonder how you say that in Italian, if there actually is a word for it; Babel Fish it!) Current Mood: depressed (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 19th, 2005
9:05 pm	Numbers numbers numbers And boy oh boy and goddammit! Holy hell am I wiped out! Finally sold the clock on ebay after much hemming and hawwing from changing my email address. Ungodly pain in the ass! Chaos created by going from one @ to another @; two words and the entire universe falls down. Couldn't get PayPal account and Ebay account to connect - because of the email switch. Then, couldnt confirm I was payed for it - because of the email switch. And then I found out I wasn't a confirmed Ebay seller - all because of the fucking email switch! I mean, good Lord! So...after much crunching stomach temper tantrums - and they're tough to endure in this heat - I get my keys and go out for a drive, and the muffler breaks on me. That didn't bother me as much as the Ebay email switch did. Today much heel pain. Today, low humidity has finally arrived in these here parts. Today, it's okay. Sort of loagy right now. Warming up to continue on writing book. I just have to get all that Ebay email switch no money Pay Pal account muffler drop (that I had to pay with a credit card to fix; get blood from a stone you jerking assholes! - seriously, I'll pay it..not completely off, but I'll keep the minimum going, least till I die) --- get those accidental and tripping webs away from my brain; in other words, clear the decks and get back to writing so I don't wind up in the ER again, cracking up. Real fun that cracking up is. Think about the cat sometimes and feel real low. He was a tough bastard, and to find him dead was unreal. I kept apologizing to him as I petted him for the last time. I think he heard me; I don't know. I would like to believe that he did, but.... I'm weird I guess - well, I don't guess, I mean, it is fact - caring and getting too attatched to pets and all that in preference over human company. I'll be like one of those old, hunched over crippled bald headed stinky sweater wearing empty house life man who fills his house with stray cats and feed the birds all day. I just hope I can still afford to be online when that happens, and get to keep the computer, too. But who knows. Semolina pilchard --- climbing up the Eiffel Tower I Am the Walrus Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: Fan running in room (Comment on this)
Saturday, July 16th, 2005
2:10 pm	Sgt Pepper and its Clues: Destroying the Beatles Was going to list all the clues in the "Paul is Dead" theory, but way too many; just the first thought that entered my head. I've been morbidly fascinated with it since about 68 or 69, at the time some weirdo disc jockey started pulling out clues and reading between the lines of all the Beatle lyrics. Very funny, and new ones surface all over the net. Lot even I've never heard of. Of course, I'm not much of a Beatleophile. I just like the music and forget about all what this song meant and playing Revolution No.9 backwards. I ruined my sister's copy of the White Album like that, and as I'm thinking of this it never crossed my mind to give her a copy of the CD for her birthday. Funny; she didn't remember me doing it. Probably because I ruined all of her albums like that, plus ones that I owned. And they had a Dell Comic book of the Beatles - which they (my sisters) don't remember having or which one it belonged to - which I defaced with every writing tool I could get my hands on. I researched what the original looked like; it came out in 1964, just about the time Beatlemania hit but before their 1st Number One in the states. Might have been even before the Sullivan appearance. Nice cover, great artwork (although obviously traced from existing photos), inside posters, etc. In the book it followed each of them from childhood until Beatlemania, surely the bios were cleaned and pressed for the masses. Let's not have the teenyboppers believing that not only did they play 20 non consecutive sets a night while hopped up on speed (in the Hamburg days), but also had a doctor friend who would frequently care for their once or twice a week bout with venerial disease. That would have been great to include in the bios. I still have the comic book. No cover, all the inside fold out posters gone, and I drew beards and moustaches all over them, plus wrote "Sgt Pepper" on all the pics of Ringo's drum kit. And, also wrote "Paul is Dead" at the head of his bio. I look back on it and laugh. Reading some of the non official bios, strange that Lennon got tired of being a Beatle very early on, considering how prolific he and Paul's song output up until their breakup. I'm going on and going off. All I know is that I can't listen to "I Am the Walrus" without thinking of the Paul is Dead Clues days. Ah, nostalgia! Billy Shears and William Campbell live again. I Am the Walrus - sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun Zolfa (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 12th, 2005
3:57 pm	1000 degrees and counting This is great weather for drinking coffee. Let's start again. Stock up on the Gatorade. It's going to be a short summer (up here it is anyway - snows until Octember). Didn't sleep well last night; had stomach cramps...went away a little today, but starting up again - a little. I was laughing at something on Stern - some whacko guy impersonating Jerry Lewis on the phone - and I got the cramps again. I wonder. I think they just try to make themselves laugh and hope that others join in the fun. I mean, the average Joe - or Josephine - wouldn't get all the subtle digs at the impersonation. They were playing reruns but I'd never heard that one before. I feel stupid laughing at stupid things. I don't know. I feel stupid anyway, but that's for psychoanalysm's sake (it that a word? Who cares? I don't). Hard to write in this office chair that has a sort of cloth back that makes one sweat bullets. And I feel stupid about that, too. And I didn't take the disk to print up copies of my short story. Another thing to ignore and maybe it'll go away. However, I need to air out, and I might change my screen name to the previous one on AOL. The Walrus. I am The Walrus. And Paul died a long time ago in a car accident in 1965. Big cover up, you know. 10-4 Eleanor (Comment on this)
Monday, July 11th, 2005
9:07 pm	For the Love of God with the passwords! So anyway, I get high speed these last few months - broadband or whatever its called - and now I have to change all of my email accounts, shuffle all of the addresses to the new mail address (and now it's occuring to me that I could have just done a mass forward mailing, like those chinzty Walter Wright catalogues or whatever they're called)...but with the PASSWORDS! UHHHH!! Sign up to any on line bill paying service; store a password, PLUS a security question. Then, some of them have you type in a cryptic code of numbers and letters, just to get you signed in. Then,  they confirm your confirmation by confirming it by email. Who your first pet was? The hell do I remember? The cat that use to jump into my play pen in the front yard and I would pet him, but I don't remember his name. I could barely form syllables at the time. My first pet was probably an infected leech or tick I picked up in the hospital when I was born. But man oh man with these security password letter encryption code nonsense. Cheeze! I feel like I should be answering my shoe next, like Maxwell Smart. And to get into certain chat rooms, and this is what gets me; the MICROSOFT chat rooms, which OWN the software on my computer, ask me to do the same thing!!! What is this? The CIA? I can't imagine what they go through for security clearance measures! A good lot of deal it did any intellegence agency working over in the UK. Whoof! But anyway; its hot up here, I'm melting, and I'm done ranting and raving and I need some Gatorade (product placement- how else do you think I make a living?) Stati Buoni I am The Walrus (Comment on this)
Friday, July 8th, 2005
5:27 pm	Humid today, hot tamale. I don't know. Real humid today but cold. 67 degrees. I keep sweating and then getting cold again; cold sweat. Relief I guess, after that heat wave. Always changing up here. Long as we don't get them dag nabbed hurricanes. But they need a home, too. I guess. A terrible thing to say. I don't seem to say or do the right thing anymore. Like I ever did in the first place. I had a weird dream last night; that I entered kindergarten as an adult. Think it was caused by me scootering pass the old grade school. Damn, did I hate school! And I remember, in the dream, that I wanted to leave because of the nonsensity of it all but I couldn't. Writing about it now I know what it was all about. Felt jailed and suffocated by school, from day one until graduation. But I get tired of writing about that. Or maybe I don't. Lot of goddamned pain today, and when I mean a lot, I mean a lot. Drives me crazy when the tendons of the tops of my feet (much like the tendons on the hand) hurt; like being bit by a pit bull with metal teeth and it won't stop no matter what I take. Relaxation techniques my ass! There once was a man from Blog; who forever was lost in a fog. Huh? Was distracted on the phone. Gosh! It sure is humid and chilly here at the same time. Either that or I'm coming down (or up) with something (and I am NOT going into Seinfeld territory with that) In the meantime. Outtahere! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 7th, 2005
4:55 pm	Here we go again! Here we are again. What are we to do? I mean, when does it all end? With everyone dead I suppose. But that's where everything ends, I guess. All worm food, but so much for not being the Doom Meister General. Okay. So let's say we have to accept different cultures. At the price of people's lives. That we have to accept, otherwise therein lies the conflict. Think think think; what are the options? Here they are: Keep beefing up security at all points. Until people start crying out about their civil rights being violated. More military force. Until people start complaining of the draft coming back and the resultant death of loved ones. US sanctions. Doesn't matter. We'd be the only ones doing it. Would'nt even make a nick in their lives. Make more room for Palestinians in the West Bank. Didn't work and still won't work. Pull all the troops out of Iraq and Afghanistan. Wouldn't work either.  I think we have to find out what their agenda is, but, we've tried that in the past and KABLOOIE! Well, how much longer do we have to go? Until our backs are against the wall? After we lose a certain numerical amount of dead? I don't know.  Hard to decide. I'm way too much of a reactionary to comment on how I'd handle the situation. Maybe at another time. So, let's hope. For something. Or anything. I mean, dammit all anyway! Current Mood: aggravated (Comment on this)
Monday, June 6th, 2005
4:54 pm	The Fun of Genealogy It's funny; my mom is from one place, my aunts are from another, my uncle is from this place, my grandparents were married two and three times...all in good fun. We used to go down to the place where my mother was raised (not born; can't figure that out) - a small road between two small towns that make the small towns look like NYC. Nothing left but the road now; I haven't been there in years but my mom makes the trek once in a while. It's almost like being in another country; a small, rural area amongst the hills with peasant like shacks (houses? I don't know what to call them) with those wafer thin tarpaper sidings; almost expect them to speak another language when they come out of the house - which they don't. So anyway, we go down this road (town), pull over to the side and my mom starts pointing at empty fields and says "We lived here and my aunt lived here" and such; meanwhile, my uncle says something to the effect of "we drove 3000 miles to look at a field." A field trip, indeed. That was in the late 70's. We'd been down there before - maybe 1968 - and the place just creeped me out for some reason; like a town that Stephen King would write about. One aunt of mine lived in the nearest town; she had a house etched into a small hill with the garage underneath. My uncle greeted us when we showed up, then spent the rest of the time in the basement/garage, doing what I have no idea. Can't ask either one of them now; they're gone. Man, I went way off track here...started out with genealogy and went right to Dogpatch, PA. But studying that side of my tree and seeing the words and census' and such, then visually drinking it all in; two different things. A small, small place and when someone died, their obituary would tell you everything; their birthplace, where they died, who their mother and father were, how many kids and such; a great source of info. Makes Mayberry RFD look like Los Angeles. But my question is - and my mom sort of gives an answer - is what did people do with their idle time? I mean, I know it was the Depression - maybe they spent most of their time waiting in line for shoes - but other than that, I mean, no cable (no TV at all as a matter of fact). I don't think they had a radio, either. Somehow I envision them all chasing each other with switches while darting back and forth across the BRP Railroad Tracks, tempting death. But all she told me was, in their off school time, they would go visiting relatives. Most of the idle time of the adults were spent, imbibing, as it were. Pretty funny when I think about it; I don't know why...where am I going with this train of thought? I guess you'd have to see the pictures; they look like regular ole' country folk; church going and such, but man! My mom said my relatives really liked to booze it up. I never understood it; where does it say that in the Bible? But I'm not a subscriber to the Good Book anyway, not after all the shit's that happened to me in the last 10 years... ...but anyway...out to the air it goes on the web, and I thank you for your undivided and divided ADD attention. Ci vediamo dopo Zolfatore Current Mood: nostalgic Current Music: Very hot, no music (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 27th, 2005
4:06 pm	One more time..... If I get kicked off online one more time... ...am I being hacked? Still...not feeling all that well today. Pain, depression ( maybe depression about the pain or vice versa). Nice day here, though. That won't last ( how's that for optimism!) I'll try to think of funny things; Howard Stern. And David Letterman on Howard Stern. And Artie Lange on Howard Stern. And Gilbert Gottfried on Howard Stern. I like overkill and intensity with a touch of humor; that's why I think Van Helsing is the funniest movie ever made. What's the best one? Bar none The Godfather; funny, since it doesn't portray Italian Americans in a very good light, and also funny because only Pacino and Cazale (Fredo) are Italian. OK, though; it was better than having Redford or Ryan O'Neal play Sonny, and Laurence Olivier as Don Corleone! That's funny stuff. I guess. More funny stuff; watching The Price is Right in doctor's waiting rooms and watching some oversize college kid put the Back Crusher on Bob Barker. This still ain't helping. OK; all the American Idol nutcases. I refuse to even look at one frame of that show! Drown, drown, drown and burn! Also, Ernest Borgnine was up for the Don role, and Danny Thomas wanted it so bad he's was going to buy Paramount Studios. This week's movie non-recommendation; The Darkness! Funny title; you should watch it with the brightness of, and also the sound. The behind the scenes on DVD should show the studio execs jumping out of a third story window over the money they lost. And what the hell was Giancarlo Gianninni doing in that movie? Guess all of his Lena Wertmuller glory days are behind him now. Now I'm sad again, so Out! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 26th, 2005
12:33 pm	What's up with that? Who ARE these people? Jerry Seinfeld. Yechh! Overkill in reruns. And, hate to say it, but so are the Simpsons. But they're going to be PC'd out of existence anyway, just like the old WB cartoons. What a shame! Lights keep flickering here; don't know why. Power company says to call them when that happens; right! They'll schedule a time for about, oh, eleventy leven o'clock in Octember. Then they'll find nothing and charge for the visit. Them utility companies got it made in the shade; should have bought stock in a couple of them. How can they not have a huge bottom line when they keep raising rates? Worked a bit on novella last night; should be working on it now but I set aside certain times for writing - not in the afternoon. Sometimes we sleep, sometimes we wake - sometimes we're alive, sometimes we're dead - Sometimes. Don Calogero (Comment on this)
Monday, April 25th, 2005
5:24 pm	Well...another day another nothing. Woke up...got outta bed...dragged a comb across my head...and Paul is dead. Dad and I got cell phones.  Wow!  A big deal!<sarcastic> What else? Havent updated my SWW journal yet; in the middle of writing a novella that no one will see.  I wonder what causes that.  Under inflated ego or passive agressive behavior, like, I really believe that it's the greatest thing ever written but I can't put up that front because then I'll be an egotistical snob or something.  Well...my stuff isn't all that literary anyway so how can I be a snob? Anyway...something to do to keep mind of off physical woes.  And there's a lotta god damned woes believe you me!  Surely others have it worse,  but...well...  I'm just doing the best (or worst) with what I got, whatever that is. So, off to write... I feel like I'm writing to ghosts or something. Who's there? <whistling>  (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 24th, 2005
4:19 pm	It is April 24, 2005...the earth is still turning What I did on my summer vacation... I woke up this morning with my usual excruciating neck pain which extends to my eyeballs. Phew! Took some Tylenol and went for drive to either a) sketch some area landmarks or b) take photos of them. Most of the landmarks are gone and the ones that exist; have to wait to get a scooter carrier in the back of my van so I can access them easily. But the unit itself costs more than my van did. My diet consists of mostly pills for pain and the others are psychotropics. I eat, but not as much as I used to. What am I doing? Our cat died last week and I was the one that found him dead. The bully of the neighborhood; the King of The Beasts. He loved people and little kids but had no use for anything else. No fear. Only animal he did'nt kill or attack were squirrels. And he purposely attacked dogs just for sport. Surprised he lived as long as he did. No spell check on dis ting. I think. I hate grammar checks, too. Hard when your'e writing and...oh hell! I guess I should follow the rules...if I knew what they were. Off to check download; snail and turtle pace. 10-4 Eleanor and signing off. Current Mood: confused Current Music: hum of computer (Comment on this)
Friday, January 28th, 2005
1:42 pm	Drunk and Confused So...onto other things. Senior year at SWW...flunked once, had to go again. Writing about it now makes me feel ashamed. I think the parties and the alcohol had a lot to do with my stunted emotional growth.  But the freakin' parties were wild, though. I didn't officially get drunk until I was 18. A friend of mine bought a six of Moosehead and, if memory serves, I only had 2 and I was gone. He was the more seasoned drinker and wiped out the other 4, no problem. We had this thing senior year where every weekend someone would throw a party; this went on and on until graduation. Usually, someone's house would get trashed (which is why I never hosted one). One time, a party stretched into the attic and someone had the idea of igniting paint that had spilled on the floor. Another, a friend and I drove another friend's car to acquire more liquor; this despite the fact that our combined BAC was probably 40%. We didn't need any more Bacardi and most important, we certainly didn't need to be behind the wheel of a car. And everything alcohol was consumed; beer, vodka, rum, whiskey, wine, etc. Some mixed drinks, too, although our screwdrivers were a 98 to 1 mixture - mostly vodka with orange juice just for color. I remember a punch bowl at one occasion (high class, I guess) and whatever anyone brought through the door was poured in. We were joking about it and next thing, one of our crew was sweeping the floor and emptying the dust pan into the mixture. We used to have this move where, upon arriving at a BYOB event, we would horde the supply in hidden places so our little group's alcohol supply wouldn't be depleted. And every bit of socializing had to be accentuated with booze. We would sneak beers into movie theaters, buried deep in the multi-pockets of our parkas. There was a big problem back then of kids sneaking stuff into midnight movies; before you entered an usher would make you unzip your coat before entering. I remember once I had gotten past the usher and turned around to see my friend following behind me with a nervous smile on his face. I asked him what was wrong and he said after he had made it through Checkpoint Usher that he had "clanked very loudly". In the wintertime most of the parties were indoors, however, there was the occasional sledding party. It's a miracle none of us died from hypothermia. And it's also a miracle none of us died, period. I read about binge drinking at colleges now and just cannot believe it. For all you non heavy drinkers: first comes the buzz, then a few more, then comes the high, a few more, then comes the drunk, and anything after that your memory comes and goes in a hazy, fragmented slide show. You might wake up here, you might wake up there, but at least you would wake up! But being beyond that stage is something I cannot fathom, even in my worst nightmare. All of this is not to glorify alcohol consumption. When I look back on those days I think "ahh, I was young and stupid" when I should have been "older and wiser." No one coerced me or peer pressured me into it; I walked in of my own accord. I blame no one but myself. Years before that I swore I would never get into drug or drink, yet, when the opportunity presented itself, I took off my shoes and jumped feet first. Did it make me popular? No. Did it heighten my self esteem? No.( and before I started it wasn't that great to begin with. Did I stop drinking as I got older? No. As a matter of fact, it got worst. The every weekend thing turned into an every night thing. Never drank on the job ( any of the 30 odd ones I've had over the years ) and I used that fact to prove to myself and anyone else who had been in earshot that I wasn't an alcoholic. You remember your first and, if you take a shine to it, you spend the rest of your life trying to recapture that moment. I remember my last; a 24 ounce can of Labatt's ice poured down the drain. In sobriety and in somewhat health, Zolfatore Current Mood: contemplative (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 27th, 2005
1:09 pm	I am the walrus Okay, that was the only GD thing I could think of. Still Siberia up here, now it's 7 degrees. Typical. Almost done with recent short story. I plot them out, somewhat, and then I dont go along with it. I always think I get carried away...well I don't know...I mean, they're horror stories; I guess it's license to get carried away. They're not violent per se; like violence of the mind; horror caused by insanity. Although I want to get into supernatural occult mode. Enough of that. I can't explain the creative process, mine at least. It's a load of fun when, you have the skills (somewhat, in my case) to write a story and you just run away with it, not knowing where it's going to go. You take a situation like: Teenagers playing in a graveyard - a car breaks down on a bridge in fog - something goes wrong with someone's computer - just run away with it. One sentence and just take off. Creative writing 101. School Without Walls. Right off the bat my memories of it are how bad a student I was. I really don't know what world I was living in at the time. No ambition, no motivation - certainly a learning disability that went unchecked. It's good to see these problems addressed in today's school system. We were always the jokesters, although, looking back I think we were really abrasive towards others - even the teachers - and now I feel bad about it. We would just shoot haphazard and whoever and wherever it landed, that was our prey. I was more concerned with making others laugh then learning anything. Very warped, although, it is a family trait. My dad and his brothers, in their younger years, were just awful! I can't even begin to explain what they would do to each other and my grandparents. In retrospect, my antics were pedestrian compared to theirs. I mean, directing traffic when a fire broke out in one of the neighborhood houses, making cars hit each other? Jumping aboard one of the fire trucks and driving away? Good lord! OK. Enough for now. I'm going chatting and finish short story and someone please help me with my addiction to Mah Jong solitaire. Stati Buoni! Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: beatles (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 26th, 2005
1:41 pm	Snow 14 days in a row. It's just not stopping. Global warming. Global freezing! I don't know, pretty much anything. Not sure if my previous entry made it to the community. Probably better if it didn't. Don't rent "THE FORGOTTEN"; just take a cigarette lighter to the DVD before returning it, otherwise, ask for your money back. "OPEN WATER" is fantastic; real horror - the most disconcerting thing about it is watching miles and miles of rolling waves. It should have an "S" rating for Seasickness. And never, NEVER rent "GOTHIKA"; which moved up the charts on the Top Ten Movies Not To Watch. Again, the cigarette lighter or hang it on the rear view mirror. I'm trying to remember other movies from the past not to watch. U-TURN was awful, CABIN FEVER and WRONG TURN (the word TURN seems to come up a lot; TURN for the worst). OK: enough Ropert and Eeber for now. Motors grunting and struggling outside on the street, tires grinding through the soot, snow, ice and salt to make it around. Scrapers shucking back and forth, up and down, the fine ice particles spraying from the windshield into the eyeballs. The packed snow muffles all sound, however, the deep timbres of struggling engines filters right through; like a giant's fist pounding away at the pavement. And no plows, of course. Meanwhile, rearranging room. Dad has to do all the lifting (78 years old) cause, well, osteoporosis. Yet him and Mom are fine, so far as THEY know and I'm the one with the brittle bones. A real riot my life's been the past 8 years. So anyway...hope this goes out to where it's supposed to go; SWW loop. I want to get into Life in Alternative Schools in the 70's. Ci vediamo dopo (see you later in Italian) Don Calogero (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 25th, 2005
11:44 am	OK... SWW: Dazed and Confused! Thank you to Hawkeswood.com for creating this blog, this journal; I haven't the slightest idea what they're called. Been online for three years now. You would've have thought I'd have mastered this by now. Nothing doing. Now I'm stumped as what to write; funny since I just threw out about 3 years of journaling. I hate confronting myself and my inner feelings ( so you ask, wtf are you doing this?) Still think the Blog is going to be used as some creature in a Sci-Fi movie. The spawn of the Blob, rising from the sewer grates. Rottenchester, NY, my home, for the last (BLEEP) years. My hobbies are Cheeze Whiz whippets, shucking corn, and rearranging my sock drawer. And trying to be funny. Seriously, I've been disabled for the last eight years and it was only recently that they discovered what the malady is. This is probably the best thing for me - to keep my brain occupied on things other than 18 out of 24 hour a day pain. But enought of that! But my hobbies are music, writing and art; mostly obscene cartoons placing well known figures in off the wall situations. And chat rooms. I like playing trivia games and when I don't know something, which is most of the time, I just type in silly answers. Everyone does that so I'm not the only weird one. The web is a great place. All walks of life represented, and if not for its existence I would have never contacted people I haven't heard from in a while. Anyway, so much for now, and hoping this thing makes it to the correct page. The web IS great, but some of these pages are likened to sailing through the Bermuda Triangle; very hard to navigate. (Comment on this)