Futile Horn

06.19.2004 - 3:14 pm (i think one day i'll break the hinge on all my conjuctions)

Amen, amen, I say to you:
If guacamole is so holy why are avocadoes so wrong?

The site http://jebusite.com is currently being squatted for a baffling asking price of $10K-$15K. However, jebusite.net and jebusite.org seem to be unclaimed. I enjoy how domain name squatters dress themselves up as if they were legitimate companies with a service to provide. That's cheek. The kind of cheek that would make you sooner throw them into the tar pits and do business with them, one would think.

I don't know why I sit at the fountain. I complain that my job wastes my life energy because it fills me with unproductive rage, but I sit at the fountain where I choke down the urge to beat up Jesus. Yesterday it was a 11 year old boy. That bitch was using his ass to redirect a 30 foot tower of water toward the exact spot where I was sitting. The drops landed inches from my shoes. I thought it might be emancipating to walk into the fountain and viciously box his ears in front of a horrified audience of at least fifty people.

Surely if I were William Blake, that kid would have a punctured eardrum by now.

I like William Blake because he drew really well, hated everything I hate, and was wrong about everything. But maybe the good kind of wrong, like the scientist whose life work disproved a quite appealing hypothesis.

Maybe most of the original thought of creative people is wrong, or perhaps more precisely, disinterested in truth. A sort of cheery madness, tickled by where our social credos get overdrawn, tricked into semi-genius when nobody at all was looking.

Some days it's one of those days and you know what you got to do. It's one of them for me. Wish me luck.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn