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Story of a Minda, and occasionally a Colby
Wednesday, 23 March 2005
...but we musn't grieve--not on Rex Manning Day
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: baby you can drive my car
Topic: Colbs' entries
Man it feels good to be a cowboy. It makes a cowboy want to sing the following assortment of words:


These new meds hurt my tummy & appetite. I hope I acclimate real soon. Making healthy plans for living 'cause discipline is hard for me if I don't have a good model to follow that I feel gives me freedom. I thrive on freedom. Insurance is cool ya know, and I was half jaded 'til monday when our doctor appointment would've cost us more than my monthly premium. The poor lady working the desk said she's a single mom w/o insurance; tough world.


So yesterday I think it was, this feeling lingered with me all morning that something wasn't right, something important I should be worrying about. My life is peachy, nothing to worry about really, but I caught on to that fact which made me proud. I used to fret & fuss over nothing and freak out like so many other folks do--the stress of the world plaguing my natural anxieties--so, some people find worry & chaos their norm and follow suit by acting to create chaos when none is present. Underlying terrors of one's own mind, the coals & embers of which are tindered & stoked by the unseen hiearchy of evil which skews the thoughts of every man whenever possible. However, having the upper hand on 'em is a nice thought. I'm done.

escrito by minda or colby at 11:19 PM CST
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Saturday, 5 March 2005
I need a nap. And a Lollipop. No, a popsicle.
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: Singapore, get out yer cane. -minda
Topic: Colbs' entries
I totally feel like a shower--to take one. Hmm. I don't know what we're gonna do tonight. We'll prolly play some tunes and watch a lot of Star Wars, but at any rate I'll be a pumpkin by midnight, 'cause my noggin has me sleepy, and I'm gonna lay down back. Work takes like a thousand hours, and it's hot in here, and if they weren't so picky about being here when you're supposed to be here when there's not work anyway, I'd just go home, man.

escrito by minda or colby at 2:45 PM CST
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Saturday, 26 February 2005
Idyll of the Yeti, rememberring post-Autumn allergen phlegm
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: 25 or 6 to 4
Topic: Colbs' entries
For those not in the know about Kerry Kath's (late gtr. player for Chicago who ended his life early while showing off a shiny, new, loaded 357 & chancing to brush the hair-pin trigger while the barrel pointed his way) tune, lisergic diaphlymide-25 (probly misspelled that) was the heavier of the two chemical make-ups for LSD. The 6 to 4 version was known as the "business man's trip" because it only lasted about the length of one working shift.


Now these Yeti Sports (to be found at yetisports, I dig 'em, and if you're into fantastical creatures who are selfish about their privacy, then you oughta have a go at this.


Do you know about Adbusters? Cool deal, I think. As long as I've been forming opinions of society & such, I've been anti-big govt., anti-industrial pollution, anti-corrupted media, and the rest of their ilk. Protest music hardly sells anymore. Our battles as a society are against foes within our society & abroad that we can't go to war with in any millitaristic sense. The more nations prosper, the more they lack restraint, the more they feel justified about their greed, the more they lose sympathy--forget empathy--for the 1.6 billion people in the world without electricity not to mention the lack of food & shelter & medical care. If I wouldn't be so handicapped in this society without electricity, I'd do without; of course, I like things simple because there's less to go wrong, less to stress about. Stress is ruining lives. And the seedy media thwarts good parenting, inflincting cavernous wounds in the minds of every child they reach. Far too much underhanded skullduggery goes unchecked & unpunished on grand scales across our nation & the world.


I see that change will come as always & progress will be made to set many things straight, but the ruin that is becoming mankind will continue to self-degrade and disintegrate into the mire of an abominable & desolate earth.


Now, on a feathery note, we've much reason to rejoice and have a good ol' time. We'll not let the inevitable dysfunction & delapidation of morality cause us to alter what actions & principles we know to be wholesome, reasonably happy--even joyous at time--and worthwhile. The same picture can be painted a thousand ways. I can side with the hopeless, go out and debauch ('cause what else is life good for, eh?), fall all around in a shattered piece of a man, OR "do the next right thing" as I've heard in AA many a time.



Cheery-o!

escrito by minda or colby at 6:13 PM CST
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Saturday, 12 February 2005
Haaaaabeus Corpus
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: "Give your ID card to the border guard, he can't read so he won't know you're not captain Packard."
Topic: Colbs' entries
so April Fool's I'll be preparing to purchase the Joe Malone Audio TMP8 as the first major acquisition for my recording endeavor. My patience shan't wain too much I hope.

I'll tell you what, there is not a lot to say today, feeling rather a-ok. So much said already whether heard or not by others, I always was there; and so here I've been all the while, not so long really, not so long.

I prefer Kenny Rodgers' tunes in his pre-suck era when he was kicking out the rock and/or roll. And I'll say that when one strays not from their basics--their roots--then there's no need to apologize or endure the berating, but if you can't care anyhow... Opinions don't seem as useful as they used to. People do drugs to be otherwhere, some psychofantasmal blah; anything to feel weightless again.

And if my nerves are how I feel physically, can't we do something about all that. What a waste of time and money, this govt. Nerves don't do emotions. Emotions tend to lie. A tree off in the distance, that's a world for some tininess living. Coloring books, now that's where it's at.

Then through the weeds we upped & downed abounding in the newness of what experience could be as boys coming of an age when soon men we'd be--much farther off and more difficult than we'd've thot--mustering remnants of courage and nostalgic spurs for to fuel our revelry.

Yes, omnivorism is my cup of herbal tea.

escrito by minda or colby at 2:59 PM CST
Updated: Saturday, 12 February 2005 4:15 PM CST
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Saturday, 29 January 2005
may i rub your bellybutton jewel, she-ra?
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: "i'm on a plain" -Nirvana
Topic: Colbs' entries
You scored as Heman. By the power of GraySkull. . . you're the toughest guy to ever wear a loin cloth. Rock on Heman.

Heman

100%

Transformers

58%

Voltron

33%

Strawberry Shortcake

25%

Thundercats

25%

Shera

25%

Smurf

8%

Which 1980's Cartoon Character are you?
created with QuizFarm.com

escrito by minda or colby at 5:55 PM CST
Updated: Monday, 14 March 2005 6:34 PM CST
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