Don't be such a cry baby...

Come in, sit down. No,look, you don't have to defend yourself. We all get a little bored around here now and then, we all fuck around, but what you did was over the line is all. All those guys out there have been here for years, so its gonna be hard for you. We brought you on this department because you're good, don't let them tell you any different. There is a lot of down time here, so your gonna have it rough for a little while, but what I'm saying is 'don't give in'. No matter how much the mess with ya, whatever they do, take it and don't make it a big deal, then... get them back. Don't just start swingin, you haven't been here long enough for that. But, you have my permission to get even. Nothing crazy please, we had one guy slashed up McGreyson's tires, we had to fire him. Keep it friendly, I have faith in you, I'll back ya up. You got any ideas?

I dont have much to say sometimes

Butch: (in a laundromat) I don't have much to say sometimes, which is all the time. I have plenty to think about, I guess, cause I'm always thinking. Maybe I care too much about the people I see, like the people in here, washing loads of clothes, folding, whatever- maybe I judge them or something, cause I like to think I know them, can figure them out. It feels right, what I guess about people: this guy hes a little slow, has a job but it doesn't pay very much, something simple like stock boy or some kind of clerk. I guess laundromats are easy because the people that are in them are the kind of people that don't own washing machines, and thats a specific kind of type. Ive been trying to figure this woman out for a little, she got dropped off by somebody and has more clothes than could just be hers, and shes just humming to her self the whole, doesn't look around or anything. Those are the people I don't get, the people who don't care whats around them, who the people are.

Things have changed

When I was your age-a-logue....


Gramps-

Things have changed, son. I can barely recognise the world anymore, so don't ask me why I act the way I do, think the way I do. I can't help it. I don't understand why people behave the way they do. Our neighbors have all moved away or passed on and their children act like they don't care about this old neighborhood, they all live in some new subdivision or city, like the town is unimportant or something. Don't you think about your roots? Do you think back on where you come from with some sort of pride? I'm glad you come visit me son, but not if you do it out of guilt, because then I'd rather not see you.

I'm no soldier

Monoreaction:

PFC Jones: I've been home now a month and it has been the longest month of my life. Everyday it feels like I'm gonna wake up again in the desert, Saudir City, Fallujah, wherever, and that this last month will have just been a dream. It's been a month and I still don't feel like I'm home. All these people talk so much shit everyday, talking about Rumsfeld and Bush, and troop numbers, and what we should do, and none of them really knows the answer. We didn't know the answer and we were there, face to face with the enemies and with the people we were defending, and nobody had a God-damned, sorry, clue about how to make it better. The more people we kill the more enemies we create. Every father has a son and every sister has a brother who are more willing to kill and to die than we are. Children would be afraid of us in the streets and run away with their eyes wide open staring at us, thinking that we might want to kill them too. Wouldn't you? I walk up to you on your way home from school holding a machine gun that is bigger than you are and no matter how nice I am, you'll always wonder if I'm gonna use that gun against you.
And now they want to send me back, that's why I came to talk to you father. They won't let me out, something about stop loss, but I don't want to fight anymore, I don't have the will. The thought of it makes me sick. You can't want someone fighting for you who admits that they don't believe in it anymore. You'd have to be crazy. I want to finish high school here. Maybe I can take what I learned over there and help kids in Iraq somehow feel better about us, but that ain't gonna be through fighting, I know that. So, can you help me? Tell them I'm crazy, or touched by God or something? No?

Bond's Year

I thought, since I have time to reflect, I would do some top 6 of 2006's

Top 6 places I visited
The Gorge, Portland, OR
Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
The Friar's Conference, Detroit, MI
Brooklyn Bridge, East River, NY(C)
Montreal, Quebec, Canada

Top 6 Songs

Penny in a Box by Fionn Regan
Little Things by Lily Allen
Like Castanets by Bishop Allen
Can't Forget About You by Naz
Crazy by Gnarls Barkley
See the World by Gomez

Top 6 Changes

New Computer
Quit Smoking
Started Master's
Fingerpicking Guitar
Democratic Congress
Confident Writing

Top 6 Works of Art

Long Days Journey at Planet Ant
YOUNG GALLERY (hyper link)
Labatt Blue Light
Street Performers at Juste Pour Rire, Montreal
Kenny vs. Spenny, T.V. show on CBC
Le Mur, Jean Paul Sartre

Three weeks, nothing to do

Well here I go, I have three weeks with nothing on the cards but a bunch of sposed ta's and could-go-to's. My nuclear will be gone for the coming couple, which leaves me alone in the big house in Plymouth. I wish I had a bit of mischief left in me, but it looks like I got to go find it, shouldn't be too hard.

Mono-meanin-of-life

I have it! I mean, I had it- in my hands, in a manner of speaking, like in a box or something, y'know confined, like I knew where to find it and it now it's gone. I wish I could start to explain it, but I really wouldn't do it justice, there are no words to or not enough words. I'm telling you because I have to tell someone, even if there is not very much to tell. I want you to be happy for me, that I had it, because now it is with me, everywhere I go. You know, that's what's strange, I don't feel a difference. Like maybe I'm more confident because I know what it is, and I know it can be had, that I'm good enough to have it, but really I'm the same as before to anyone who sees me. I like to think that it is apparent, but just look at the way you reacted or, I mean, the lack there of. There is no difference, and nothing can hold a candle to it, true love, fame, wealth, whatever, so I am satisfied to know that it exists and that I will never be without that knowledge.

Politics

Politics is not just for those who are politicians. We live lives inside of politics everyday, it is the rhetoric of emotions and the jargon of convention. I am appaulled that innocent people are being taken advantage of and I do not know how other people can be okay with it. The equifiers of "I've got to feed my family," or "If I didn't, someone else would," are two of the most disgusting phrases in the English language. And yet, I too live inside of these walls, walls that someone else created. Why? Because I am not tall enough to see above them. But I will give someone else a boost, I will stand on the shoulder that is offered. I hope.

Manolag- "Need a Job?"
Interior of a diner in the midwest.
Hi there, how are you? Yeah, me too brother, me too. What's that you're eatin? Pot pie? S'cuse me miss, can I get one of those pot pies? Thank you. Hey brother, I'm not bugging you, am I? I'm no weirdo, I'm just passin through your town, and I like to see what the locals eat and treat myself to a little hospitality. You see, I'm on the road too much, been on the road near all my life. It's my job, ya see, keeps me moving, always have to meet new people, meanin I always got to be in new places. You travel much? No? Well, it's not all it seems like. I mean, it feels like your doing something, like me always recruitin new people for our mission, keepin the company growin, and that makes you feel important. But in reality, it's the same job as any other. What'd you do? Laid off from the salt mine? Yeah, I hear you. I actually used to work for company a mining company too, til they laid eveybody off. Ain't that a strange feelin to know that you can give your best years to somewhere and they can just pack up and leave ya, like you was a part or something? Now, I'm travelling for a different company, contractor and I'm glad I found em. What'd you do? You drive trucks? Well, this company, were always looking for drivers, why don't I give you my card. We could have you makin double what you made in the mines in no time, and you'd be haulin again too, just overseas is all.