i was dying of heat stroke about an hour ago...and as i lay there, feeling my insides turn to mush i was still somewhat relieved because the yard is mowed. the house is disgusting....and i can't find it in myself to clean it. Whhhhaaaat??? yes, it's true. i just can't do it.

so after my unscheduled demise, i was gonna try to do some code...get my domain back up and running, with something actually on it...

but i was distracted by the news. channel surfing after heat stroke is sometimes entertaining, but this time my blood boiled hotter. and so i ventured in here moments ago, unable to bring d-land up...which caused me to fume even more. so i dropped laurel a response to her email...tried to pull up every site i know...and finally got logged in. and i only had a few things to say. the first, is this song...which is now running circles in my mind while i want to scream at the countless number of idiots who just can't seem to see it coming.

so....for them:

Conquistador of Mexico, the Zulu and the Navaho

The Belgians in the Congo short memory

Plantation in Virginia, the Raj in British India

The deadline in South Africa short memory

The story of El Salvador, the silence of Hiroshima

Destruction of Cambodia short memory

Short memory, must have a, short memory

The sight of hotels by the Nile, the designated Hilton style

With running water specially bought short memory

A smallish man Afghanistan, a watch dog in a nervous land

They're only there to lend a hand short memory

Wake up in sweat at dead of night

And in the tents new rifles hey short memory

If you read the history books you'll see the same things happen again and again

Repeat repeat short memory they've all got it

When are we going to play it again

Got a short, got a short, got a short, got a short

They've got a short must have a short they've got a short aah

Short memory, they've got a.

(Hirst/Moginie/Garrett)

and i must say that no other band, not even the well worn U2, screams truth and politics like the bald headed frontman of midnight oil.

we are running out of time...the dice have already been rolled...and i am tired of knowing that no one is paying attention.

the second thing i had to say is that prince valiant is now on tv...so i must go very shortly. because this is truly an 'event'.

the third thing i had to say, i thought while i was pushing the lawnmower around...getting callouses on top callouses...and it is this.

yes, i love her. and yes, this love surprised me. it wasn't that i didn't know...it was the nature of it. i am a predator, don't be mistaken. i have, at times, been not just chum...but the shark as well. and i am far from noble...but there is a purity, an honesty there that comes from within me that i have not known before. that is what surprised me, and continues to surprise me. part of me wishes that things could be easier, because part of me is lazy...but most of me will take the roughness with the smoothness...because it makes things sweeter. and i do like sugar, yes i do.

and finally...i feel like shit still. but, i am starving...and this is progress. dunno if i can hold a thing down, or keep it where it belongs long enough to do me any good...but if i don't get food soon i will pass out cold. and passing out cold beats dying of heat stroke in texas any day.

i am going to watch prince valiant attempt to retrieve the fabled sword, excalibur, from the dreaded-tuned evil-vikings...muhahaha...

so long.

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