Like taking my first step off the stairway to heaven...woh!

So I officially left the 9-5er and am enrolled in classes. It feels like I'm swimming in a lake now and although I have a PFD, there are now sharks circling. Either I become friends with the sharks or I do as Batman does and give them a few whacks until they explode. Its funny how fast things fall out of your head. Whats that pointy thing you eat with? Oh yeah I get jokes. I've developed a list of top 5 things that get effected by leaving a job and starting school:

1.) place to heat up lunch and store objects to attack and hold my food
2.) Regularity (I won't get into this one)
3.) Obsessive constant email updates(scary dependence on technology good bye)
4.) loss of "Space out" time from 6:30pm-sleep(kryptonite for social jeff)
5.) Time at work dedicated to Darling promotion now eliminated

There are perks of starting school and I would feel bad if I didn't include a top 5 list for these as well

1.) Lose of guilt as I flash my dated student card at movies
2.) Free food everywhere(dinner at the shedd not too shabby although fed fish)
3.) Return ticket to fantasy camp with stamp indicating boozetime is now studytime
4.) Hanging out on quad catching a frisbee with one hand and studying with other
5.) Ability to think on my own



In other news, Darling will be playing a show tomorrow night(9/28) at Schubas with The Robot Ate Me! The last time I went and saw robot ate me, the lead singer made Emmett sing a song with him and jump around on stage. He alienated most of the people in the audience into participation but in a good way. We go on at 8pm. Be there or be ???(hint the person typing this is making a equal sided quadrilateral in the air with his primary digits and thinks its funny).

Is it strange to eat popcorn and drink a beer at a bar by yourself?

I didn't think so. I was listening to the gogo sox on the radio last night and once it got to the bottom of the 9th the 1940's lifestyle got the better of me and I needed electrons clashing against a screen to satisfy my lust for sports. I threw on my flippers and swam to the quench. Sidled myself up to table for one, bought a red hook, packed a basket of popcorn and watched the sox barely topple the tribe. Its quite strange hanging out in the bar by yourself because it leads you to observe other people at the bar even more than when your attention deficit gets the best of you in conversation while out with a group. There was the classic one girl with 3 guys who's obviously just got out of a relationship and is ready to take the world on. There were the 4 betas who just got back from volleyball attempting a rhythmic yeah/clap for each play while gambling on each inning. Then there was me sipping a soda, eating popcorn, without a care in the world as to whets going on outside of the Cleveland sox game. Then I started to notice people getting off the bus and having petsmart employee clothes on. Working into the weee hours and taking PT all the way home would drive me more crazy than I already am.

As for the horizon Darling has a show with hummingbiird and the part V this friday at Cobb coffee shop at UofC. Next wednesday Darling is playing with the Robot ate me at Schubas at 8pm.

I'm regular

I've got my self into a new rhythm with posts and it is wonderfully weekly. Regularity is stressed in almost every aspect of life from the fibrin commercial with the same three guys walking into the stalls everyday to AAA guaranteeing nothing unexpected on the road. There are many layers at work here and each and every person can be pyschoanalyzed due to repetetive comments(I'm alive!) to dirty posts which I can't quite look at work ie a dirty sinbad the sailor hijacking Will's caboose(thanks T-bone). In any case thats all thats on my mind at the present hinting at an uneasy amount of free time and low stress levels. Its like I'm at the eye of the tornado after the last two years of painstaking research. I got in and now I see cows floating around peacefully dipping in and out of the spiral. I guess its time to jump back in but I built a little house here you see. Its what I like to think of as an alterego as close as I can think of as one without going completely cookoo bananas. An alterego really isn't much different than a mood and I think its caught a lot of bad press what with the whole jeckyl and hyde thing. Did society create this story as a reaction to what happens when you astray from normality. Quit being regular for god sake, wear an antenna on your head, put roller skates on your hands, anything that gets your mind away from your mind. It'll make you feel better I promise even if its a bit bingy purgy.

Wednesday in fast forward

Wednesday can best be described as falling out of bad at 6:30 AM followed by a hobo shower inside the shower. On the train by 7:00am. I curled up towards the granville stop at 8:10. I call the janitor to let us infiltrate my building at 8:30, got a hold of SBC guy to get there at 8:40. Wake up tenant who's sick at 8:45. Install telephone line from common area ivy up two stories to drill a hole through my condo from the outside and put a phone line in the unit. Install internet help tenant with physics homework on vectors(The 7:30am express train travelling at 60 miles an hour leaves Sante fe bound for Phoenix 520 miles away. At the same time, the local train traveling 30 miles an hour and carrying 40 passengers leaves Phoenix bound for Santa Fe. It is eight cars long and always carries the same number of passengers in each car. An hour later, a number of passengers equal to half the number of minutes past the hour get off, and three times as many plus six get on. An hour later, a number of passengers equal to half the number of minutes past the hour get off, and three times as many plus six get on. At the second stop, half the passengers plus two get off, but twice as many get on as got on at the first stop. Twice the fare from Tucson to Flagstaff minus two thirds of the fare Albuquerque to El Paso! Ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!!). After juicing up the condo and changing out of my swimming trunks I then jump on the train at 10:45 which has tons of delays and scores of foreign girls headed for sites to see in chi. I begin conversation,

jeff-so where are you guys from
them-Finland
jeff-Oh I'm Finnish
them-(look of total disinterest)
jeff-Oh I thought that sounded polish
them-(back to there native tongue and more of a looking down at their feet.)
jeff-(starts to read his book and give up attempt to socialize on train)

I make it to work by noon eat lunch on the job and cruise to Downers Grove to pick up my car which wasn't ready(voice entering in back of head, I told you that you should have called but you had to be too cool for school on this one, Master if you won't be needing me I'll turn off now, Okay 3P0). Made it to the rents by 7:00, ate taco salad with fake meat(morning star crumbles, marvel of modern man, tricking even my brother). Back on the road at 7:30. Got to apartment by 7:55 picked up capo and jumped on the "guess who's back" green machine tandem bicycle. Practiced from 8-10. At the end of practice a grey haired oldie who's really interested in our band that lives across the street expresses interest to sit in on accordion. I could go into normal dialogue mode but there's not much of a punch line. The gesture was flattering. At least I think it is, was, I don't know. He's not the first grey haired to catch an interest in our band. Our sound must emit an odor that releases middle aged men into a state of quasi-amnesia with token memory being to become Elvis or polka band. After practice Erich and I road around on the tandem and aired up the tires meanwhile accordion man whistles and says, "thats living life!" Get to Jewel at 10:20, pick up 12 pbrs for work ahead. Erich waits with the horse in the stable while I push through emo kid whose sole purchase was asparagus. Make it to Kellys by 10:45. Do a lap in the loft on the tandem to show masculinity and pride. Sit down. Finish cd art thanks to gary in 10min. 11:00pm go over poster idea for UofC freshman orientation show in hyde park otherwise known as cardboardsangriafest. Idea being domesticated cats and dogs being 3 times the size of naked humans they are herding in country side. 11:20 attempt unicycle stone sober, ends ups being worse I believe then when I was 3 sheets to the storm. Get home by 11:45, pack lunch and visit the sandman.

best ad ever

ever

absolutely positively pure evil

I came across this article after getting heated up in conversation during lunch over surging gas prices. This is history repeating itself and instead of investigating into profiteering, Bush just handed them a huge tax break instead(part of new energy bill). Its good old republican reaganomics where the true rulers of this country(oil companies) decide not to tricle ease our pain. Its enough to make any person go blind with rage. These people belong in a jail cell along side the recording industry ceos who sued John Fogerty over sounding too much like himself. Is there any place to hide? Not really, people are looting new orleans into the ground stealing saints jerseys for a sweet black market value of $10. Its enough to make you cry so hard that your tears start to smell like your lost dogs canned purina.

As a sidenote I received a double dooby dose of help from ruby and donny about how to eliminate span comments. Just turn the comments to registered users only. Gets rid of your leaky slaveship and alternative depression medications and brings dignity back to our feeble ranting about society.

jeff from the future-that last paragraph is going to bite me in the ass. You've got to turn the word identification on. Always one step ahead of me. One day those earth humans will create a board and nail so big it will destroy them all.