Final Message from the Imperium...

Tonight I witnessed the epitome, no, the embodiment of collective and individual forlorness... as sad as it is, it is also eternal in its own right...

Outsiders would think I really had a daughter...

Verbatim conversation a few minutes ago...

Lock: I said, if it rains tomorrow, then yes, you can proctor my practice exam. But if it doesn't, then on Sunday morning you can proctor it. But not---

Hay: With one hour break between three hour sessions, and you can't be late, no more than a minute, or---

Lock: Hay! Enough! And I'm not sure if could study anymore tonight. I'm feeling way too fucking miserable.

Hay: (shocked silence) okai, okai... I'm gonna, umm, if it doesn't.... rain tomorrow... gonna go chalk drawing on the Hudson with Rebecca... stupid dad...

As a smile quickly runs away from his face...

I'm sure I could be a hedge fund star... if I could get out of this place... oooh laaaa ti di dahhh ti di dahhhh...

I've Had My Fill... My Share of Losing...And Now...as Tears Subside...

I find it all..... NOT amusing... To think, that I did all that.... and may I say... not in a shy way... I should've been asyphixiated by my own umbilical cord on May 15th, 1977 c.e.

Weeeee May Never Pass This Way Again...

Chances are this is my last summer in Nyc for a while, unless I catch an outlier so extreme it will re-write the bell curve. So I promised to let the kids stay up late on the weekends, and chaperone them around town at night when I had the time... 'silent buzzing' of neon signs on less crowded cross-streets, dimly lit awnings... in the hot summers, I like to stand in front of these isolated signs, in a pseudo-trance, usually the Soup On light at Hot & Crustys (which is being renovated). Anyways, took Curious and Hay to the still 'somewhat' new water fountain at Columbus Circle around 10:30pm, and Curious splashed Hayfield, and Hay lost her 'mature tween' front and they both engaged into an all out splashface battle, until I stopped them and explained that it will just start encouraging all the other kids to do it, and then they'll put up signs saying 'No Splashing'. And then Hay said, 'but what if they put up a neon sign?'

So I'm back....

Well, I've totally given up. I'm telling people nowadays, that I got a great job as the VP of Marketing for JPMorgan Chase. I'm actually that guy you see dressed up as the big blue dog that hands out pamphlets in front of Chase banks and atms. It's actually a good job, because although the dog suit is kinda hot, (and I could imagine what it's gonna be like in the summer), the kids like to laugh at me all the time, and they let me pat them on the head, and seem to like me, and because the costume covers my whole body, big blue paw mitts and all, you can't see a single tattoo!

I also applied to this exotic options position a while ago. And then I was checking my email, I got really excited when I saw what I thought was an employer response with 'exotic options position' in the title, and then I realized, I was checking my 'SENT' mail!

HA! FUCKING KILL ME NOW.

The Theory of Relativity has been so Fucking Obvious...

Fucking Austropelithicus was aware of it. Thus, I conclude, that I will no longer contribute to the human experience... (but is the theory of relativity just the Penultimate Excuse for failure in life?).... I'm fucked. For those in the know, I am 'Value at Risk'. Some drop English, but I'm dropping Science.

My Buddy... You are the straight and narrow path, and I am the wayfarer...

Didn't do so well on the second half of practice exam this time around. A little disturbed by this. Anyways, it's a pleasant day out, a big sports day, with the Kentucky Derby and the biggest boxing bout in quite some time. I can only imagine how nervous the key participants are in all of these sporting events. Well, I can relate in my own relative way. Meh. Update: something about the total lackluster action/emotion in the De la Hoya/Mayweather fight pretty much sums up my linear time...

But I'm Gonna Drop it at a Higher Level... militant mind... hardline, hardline, after hardline...

ADP says 68K new nonfarm payrolls.... I'm ready to short any high flyers these past two weeks. Sparingly with HON, but heavy on NOC and RTN...

you feel life has become a catastrophe...oh it has to be, for you to grow...boy

...as previously mentioned... two things: Honeywell did finally dump. I said it was overextended. And it finally dented in when UBS came out with the downgrade at 211pm est today. now, the second thing; Krasilec. When it begins for you, it doesn't end, until you survive and excel, or you die... Learn about the 'Lament Configuration', if you are interested in the topic of Kralizec(Krasilec).

Liverpool V. Chelsea Soccer? Fuck you...

i'd rather fucking watch American Idol for fucksake.

I Still Sing a Razor Line...

...krasilec(kralizec)... well, it doesn't let you go... there is no reprieve. So now what? You have a binary choice. You survive it and excel magnificently, or it kills you, and ashes to peaceful ashes... I'm fine with both outcomes. A win, win situation...