Goatopolis

the amalgamation of my philosophy - part 1: i like killing flies

2008-12-17T23:43:00.006-07:00

So I got home this afternoon from work and was flipping through the channels and came upon a documentary on the IFC channel called, "I Like Killing Flies". Which is basically about this guy (Kenny Shopsin) who owns a local favorite restaurant in NYC called Shopsin's.

It was a fairly entertaining movie, but the the very ending line of the film tweaked my listening flaps toward the speaker of my TV.

It's taken me something like over 31 years to really begin to understand what I really believe in. What is my moral fiber? Did dinosaurs actually exist? Are barcodes really all that bad? What is really important to me? ...And most importantly what constitutes my better half, or to word it a bit more elegantly... how to get over the hump of dating.

I will attempt to answer these "life quandries" and many more over the next couple of months as I try to figure out "my personal meaning of life" and identify what it actually means to be a "Goatopolite".

Yeah Recession!!!

2008-12-03T23:37:00.001-07:00

more than meets the eye
Originally uploaded by goatopolis

Found out today that I'm going to have to take a %10 pay cut.

WooHoo!!! Thank You Corporate America and Wall Street for Fuckin' Up the Economy.

But I've got a proactive plan to make up my lost wages..

Just gotta practice up on my Hand Job techniques...

cubicle monkey super funk

2008-04-29T20:18:00.003-07:00

"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life.''

stolen from a quote from the movie, Office Space.

...but applies to my proffesional life in so many ways it's almost comical.

the clare voyants kick arse!!!

2008-02-11T20:31:00.000-07:00

It's sad when great talent breaks up, and especially when I can account a good portion of my time spent in Phoenix getting publicly drunk to their live performances...

I found a tribute myspace page to The Clare Voyants.... Have a listen, and enjoy....

Also this...

If they can bring back The Family Guy and Futurama from the death of cancellation, then we can most definitely bring The Clare Voyants back together (yet again)...

Shay, Paul, Billy Brett & Jane - We miss you!!!

the clare voyants, city of chicago (live from o'conners pub)

2008-02-10T21:13:00.000-07:00

with a little over a week left in chicago, and putting the final touches on packing, i thought this video i took at o'conners pub in phoenix a number of years ago was a fitting farewall to chicago.

come to think of it, i believe i took this video about a week before i moved to chicago from scottsdale. too funny... is this what you call irony? no seriousely... is it?

well a week of closing the books. turning off cable, transfering electricity and trying to negotiate with my landlord on what to do with my apartment.

it's bad timing really that i'm moving now as i still have about 5 or six months left on my lease; and i have been unsuccessful in trying to sublet it out. (not for a lack of trying). so... not sure what i'm going to do. guess i'm left in the mercy of my landlord. but i've pretty much came to the conclusion that i'm only going to pay out the month of march as well as forfeit my deposit.

if he sues me, then he sues me... i guess i won't worry about that obstacle until i have to cross it.

so in about 11 days, i hit the road for Portland. With a stop in Eastern Montana to visit my folks and some friends and then the treacherous winter drive through the bozeman pass and finally to portland (actually oregon city) to unload, unpack and start my life over once again (albeit same job, same company).

One thing that I realized during my 2 years in Chicago, is that I really hate living in large metro areas. I need to live in rural areas or small cities and I think that is what oregon will provide...

here's to hopin'...

goat

tom cruise is a douche

2008-01-31T19:22:00.000-07:00

wow, i can't believe that someone can be so brainwashed at mr. top gun. (aka... the grandmaster supreme of the cult of scientology).

tom cruise has to be the most pompous ass in hollywood. if this isn't a case where scientology will fuck up a perfectly normal kid (at least he used to be) then i don't know what.

what's the big draw to scientology? i mean for christ sakes, the story behind the orgins is basically a piece of poorly written science fiction.

Brainwash.
Xenu, Warrior Princess.
Tom Cruise = Cult Leader Supreme
Kirstie Alley = Scientology needed a female with adequate birthing hips to repopulate the lost souls of Xenu
That one dude who was in Stayin' Alive and Look who's talking.... WTF is his name? I think he is a pilot too? He seems alright to me.
That one gal in King of Queens that used to be hot, but her weight ballooned up...

Scientology must be destroyed...

also, Quixstar...

my favorite song

2008-01-29T18:24:00.000-07:00

my favorite show

2008-01-26T18:33:00.000-07:00

chinese dentistry part 2

2008-01-25T20:34:00.000-07:00

last tuesday, got another tooth pulled.
Went to the grocery store tonight, and ran into this guy signing autographs. sweet. i ran home and found his rookie card and had him sign it.
had my annual review today. it went ok. it went so good, they're shipping me out to portland with the hippies and the democrats.

speaking of portland, i'm almost packed up. christ, you never know how much shit you have until you try to cram everything into boxes. luckily the owner of the ups store is a good guy and keeps giving me free boxes; which is a good thing, because boxes are way to overpriced.

my tooth got so bad, it got really infected and i had to postpone my trip up to green bay in an attempt to go to the nfc championship game. i'm pretty sure i wouldn't have gotten into the game, but looks like i missed my change to make it to lambeau. oh, well, sounds like a trip for next year. anyways, my tooth got so infected that i got a really high fever and had to take a few days off from work. it kind of felt like i got hit by a bat alongside my noggin. i guess the tooth rests right up against a sinus cavity, and that got infected to or maybe just the nerve (not sure) but during the 3 days i was holed up in my bed i really started to trip out and have really crazy dreams.

Not all it was that coherent, but i kept dreaming/hallucinating that i was running through the forest with a bunch of people i grew up with and we kept kind of losing our minds. Well, we kept forgetting stuff and only remembering the last few minutes or so... i'm not certain how that even works, but believe me it was pretty messed up.

another one i had was where i saw something steak across the sky, (i'm guessing a meteorite or comet or something) and everyone on earth lost their hearing. all i remember is running toward some large city (maybe chicago or new york) and being very scared. i think i had that one because i had just seen cloverfield.

but the most fucked up one was where i found myself back in my highschool cafeteria and waiting in line at the lunch counter waiting for peggy cansfield to scoop me up some mashed potatoes. all i really remember is she slopped some on my plate along with some corn and gravy and then gave me some boiled potatoes and told me that i had to mash the rest up myself.

my god... i think i'm going nutso...

Well my fever finally broke a few days later and i went to the dentist and he labeled my tooth as grossly decayed. although he said he could save the tooth and do a root canal, i wasn't about to spend $1,500 when I can spend $300 to $400 to get it pulled.

In 3 months I've had 2 teeth pulled; 1 resulting from a broken jaw about 9 years ago and another from drinking way too much mt. dew and smoking too many damn cigarettes and probably not flossing...

I just hope in the future, they can clone teeth, so I can replace the ones i lost and may still lose. i just don't want to look like a total hillbilly, although it can be argued that i already am. Screw you Dootch!!

Well, better get going. got a busy day tomorrow of more packing and cleaning and trying to stay out of the emergency room, dentist office or not get sick. (I turned 30 this year and basically fell apart) Good thing I have health insurance.

27 days left in chicago and freezing my ass off in arctic weather.

You don't have to floss your teeth. you only need to floss the teeth that you want to keep. - Dr. Prince (my old orthodontist)

a little under a month left in chicago....

2008-01-19T21:52:00.000-07:00

It's about 20 below zero, still packing up my apartment, trying to find someone to sublet my apartment.

Oh yea, I had an infection that laid me up in bed last week for about 4 days and fer fucks sake, I have to get another freakin' tooth pulled on Tuesday. Pretty soon I'll have more fingers than teeth left at this rate.

Remember kids, don't smoke, don't get into fights and get a broken jaw and most importantly stay away from Mt. Dew, it rots your teeth out.

So what's been goin on.... hmmm...

like i said, still packing up my apartment. got my place in portland secured. been training pretty intensely for my new job duties. got my moving trailer secured.

and lastly have been trying to sublet my apartment so I don't get stuck with paying double rent. Might have someone who will take over my lease, but it means that I'll have to be out of the apartment by Feb. 1.

That gives me 20 days to figure out where I'm going to spend my last days in chicago.

maybe I can stay with the family that moves into my place. This seems pretty awkward, as I really don't know them that well.

maybe I can sleep in my apartments laundery basement without getting caught, but this seems like a pretty stupid idea.

or I find a cheap ass crack-whore hotel to live. Not too wild about that one either, as the last cheap hotel i stayed at was a hostel down in miami beach and i swear to god i got bed bugs. (gross)

or I break down and ask one of my coworkers if I can crash on their couch for about 3 weeks. This is probably my best alternative, but I hate imposing on people

or I say ufck it and move 2 weeks earlier than I planned so I don't have to live in a goddamn shelter. It's too freakin' cold right now.

I saw cloverfield last night and it was ok. made me motion sick.

Was trying to get playoff tickets to the NFC championship game in Green Bay this weekend and this will probably be the last time I have the chance to make it up to mecca, but bailed because of my freakin tooth and i need to save my money for my move.

well, that's the low down skinney from here..

keep on keepin' on.

goat

slusho, you can't drink just six

2008-01-07T20:50:00.000-07:00

We're all gonna die!!!

january 18th, 2008

2008-01-02T19:30:00.000-07:00

bleeding our planet dry since 1945
tagruato corp.
you can't drink just six
memo
back of memo
slusho again

jamie and teddy -- login: jllovesth.

heroes

pictures

happy new year!!!

2007-12-31T17:02:00.001-07:00

merry xmas from freshman prom (1992)

2007-12-21T18:08:00.000-07:00

goodbye chicago

2007-12-14T17:19:00.000-07:00

The Nomadic Tribe of Goatopolis must move on....

On Westward, Ho!!! To the land of trees and hippies we go....

Things are moving much to fast right now; My March 2008 move to Portland has been pushed up to January and I'm a bit unprepared and scrambling to figure out where to start.

So much to do and so little time to do it in...

Step 1: Find Housing near Clackamas.
Step 2: Determine how I'm going to move my belongings back across the country within a meager budget. (Uhaul Vs. Moving Company)
Step 3: Tie up loose ends in Chicago.
Step 4: ??? - Not sure quite yet, haven't gotten that far yet

If anyone know of any housing opportunities in the Portland area for rent or lease (2 Bedroom House / Apartment / Condo / Townhouse), please let me know...

It's funny as I find the saying, "Be careful what you ask for, as you just might get it" quite relevant right not...

More to come...

whose child is this

2007-12-12T22:18:00.000-07:00

remember this holiday season that it isn't always about PS3's, Nintendo's and iPod's and how much you can spoil your kids...

remember the less fortunate... the truly in need... the poor and impoverished.

remember the humanity of the season...

mr. show 2fer

2007-12-03T19:17:00.000-07:00

an evening with crispin hellion glover at the music box theater

2007-12-01T21:14:00.000-07:00

Crispin Hellion Glover presents, It is Fine, EVERYTHING IS FINE, at the Music Box Theater.

November 30 - December 2 at 8:00pm. Tickets are $17 in advance and $20 at the door.
Advance tickets now available through Ticketweb.

It is Fine, EVERYTHING IS FINE is Part 2 of the "It" Trilogy. Be sure to check out Part 1, What is It?

If you would like to know more about Crispin Glover and the Music Box Theater, check out the below links:

crispinglover.com
the infamous letterman incident
music box theater (chicago, il)
crispin glover (wikipedia)
crispin glover (imdb)
clowny clown clown

oregon trail

2007-11-28T20:37:00.000-07:00

Looks like I may be hitting the road again... Well, maybe.

I suppose that I'd better not get my hopes up too high. Since my Montana move was squashed with the utmost certainty...

But with the dingy taste of hopelessness and despair, comes a glimmer of unexpected sunshine...

Shall I say goodbye to the towering inferno of the Sears Tower, the Lincoln Park Artsy socialites or even my cherised Polandia neighborhood that I now call home?

Say Adieu to the many drunken rides home on the El Train or perchance lose the chance to once again get lost driving around Chicago and land in Ghettos-Ville (Lawndale)with a kayak strapped to my pickup?

Reflection of the past 2 years... Ahhhh, where did the time go. I can't believe it's almost December...

How can I forget about getting mugged down at McCormick Place at the Auto Show by a bum who serenaded me and my girlfriend at the time with "You're Beautiful" (whomever sings this damn song needs to be shot).

Or the girl that tried to get me to join that fucking cult "Quixstar".

Which reminds me, I still have a Purple Bike to give away. Seriously, I'll drop it off at your house (even if you live in Georgia, I'd drop it off for ya) -- Let me know.

Well anyways... Like I said, I'm not going to get my hopes up too high this time. All I'm going to say is that it looks very promising that I'll be an Oregonian come 2008.

More to Come...

The Goat

i love this this lady so much it hurts

2007-11-15T18:39:00.000-07:00

furniture

2007-11-07T20:54:00.000-07:00

wheelin' and dealin' and trying to sell some of my furniture in storage to some and Indians (with a dot) gentleman. so far i have him interested in my couch (or is it sofa?) and my ikea coffee table.

woke up early this morning and moved all of my furniture from my office and bedroom into my living room. got home this afternoon and moved it all back.

i've went on a streak of 13 days of not eating meat. only noodles. I didn't mean to; it just sort of happened. (kinda weird)

i'm planning on moving early next year. not really sure where to yet, but unfortunately it won't be montana. i've narrowed it down to tucson, so. cal and the pacific northwest. But am leaning toward the pacific northwest. I think i have nomadic attention deficit disorder.

my mailman is really pissed off at me right now. i think i need to get him a gift to smooth things over.

i just remembered that i haven't paid a parking ticket i got about a month ago. hope i don't get a boot put on my pickup.

a little over a week and i'll be in SoCal riding dune buggies at the Glamis sand dunes and eating turkey. fuck me, i love thanksgiving.

i had an idea this week from a dream i had about a new project i want to start up.

i think this winter, i'll try relaunching goatopolis. all i've had are ideas up the ying yang this summer, but no time to work on. with it getting cold again, i'll try to revive the old site again.

things left to do this week:

email my cousin's husband in iraq.
send off my parking ticket money to the city of chicago
pick up a gift basket for my mailman.
pick up 2 bottle of vodka and send them to my buddy dave in phoenix. i forgot to get him a wedding gift.
move my couch/sofa and coffee table to my indian buddies place.
go have coffee in evanston.
check out jobs in in portland and seattle.
call an ex-girlfriend.
oh yea, and get laid. (or try at least)

remember kiddos. Say No to Scientology.

random thoughts

2007-11-05T20:45:00.000-07:00

winter is coming

the time changed yesterday, which threw me for a loop today.

i like chuck and heroes but am really waiting for battlestar galactica and venture bros.

things from the past always seem to come to bite me in the ass later.

i'm really sick of doctor's and dentists.

gall bladders and an abscess eye tooth; ha! who needs them.

if i didn't have insurance i would be currently homeless.

online dating is weird. i'm not really certain that there is someone out there for everyone, but i'm hoping.

maybe it would be cheaper to invest in hookers. i've never paid for it, but i did watch pretty woman and look how well that turned out for richard gere. hmmmm.....

people for the most part are a common being regardless if they are from another country or not.

i get my hair cut by hot polish girls, i live near the airport and i am helping a guy from india find a car and furniture.

public transportation is very convenient, if not necessary in chicago.

went on a blind date downtown this weekend. went good. but i've been wrong before.

i really enjoy irish pubs.

bought plane tickets to california; gonna check out glamis and the sand dunes.

remember that one movie with dennis quaid where he is a golden gloves boxer and he has a song stuck in his head; he keeps getting his ass kicked in the ring as he's trying to come up with the tune until finally he has an epiphany and wins the golden gloves championship?

i really relate to that movie, but i just can't come up with the fucking tune. it's really holding me back.

my uncle keeps trying to convert me to the lord. but what if i am the lord?

i also relate to dean venture sometimes; although i'm not a clone (or at least i don't think so)

i missed my buddy dave's wedding in phoenix this summer and he's pissed at me.

i did go to my friend kim's wedding in minnesota this summer.

somethings are better left unsaid.

i think a lot about my ex-girlfriend. this is so wrong.

rarely is the grass greener on the other side of the fence; if it is then you always have to give something up when you go over the fence.

nothing's perfect.

except the lord.

which i think is probably me.

amen.

the year of the mustache

2007-10-08T19:52:00.000-07:00

it's the year of the mustache, so i'm guessing we're pretty damn close to the apocalypse...

Check out podcast troubadour here and here.

mustache's aren't just for 70's porn stars any longer.

he is iron man

2007-09-17T14:53:00.000-07:00

holy jeez.... this looks freakin' awesome!

2007-09-14T20:39:00.000-07:00

I just got back from my weekend booze fest in Mankato, Minnesota for my friend (from Phoenix), Kim, wedding, and then made a jaunt north to a small town called Montgomery to crash the opening day football bbq of another of my buddy's from Phoenix (dootch) family.

A lot of boozin' and food coupled with endless driving finally took it's toll on my ol' gall bladder and this tuesday, I had a severe attack and ended up driving myself to the emergency room in the middle of the night to go get it checked out.

Thinking it was food poisoning, indigestion, gas or some sort of blockage, I was very hesitant to go to the emergency room. But I'm glad I did as the next day, I had emergency surgery to have my infected gall bladder removed..

Pretty disgusting if you ask me... Those yellow raspberry things are actually gall stones. (apparently there were about a dozen in there when they removed it).

I'm still kinda medicated at this point, but had my phone on me and decided to take a pic of my iv'd arm. (9/12/07)

Taken the day after my surgery (9/13/07), the surgeons performed a laparoscopic cholecystectomy which is noted by the 4 incisions. This procedure is apparently the least invasive and apparently they use a laser to cut the gall bladder out.

So I am taking the rest of the week off and part of next to recuperate. (Basically Sleep and sleep some more).

this is for Amy or Amanda

2007-09-14T20:17:00.000-07:00

make sure to remove you phone # from skype, else Amy or Amanda will give you a call. But hell, she looks lot a hottie to me (see comment). I guess who can complain about those types of crank calls, eh?

good times...

tribble trippin'

2007-09-10T20:22:00.000-07:00

live free or die

2007-08-19T11:53:00.000-07:00

background

This standoff is very reminiscent in some ways of the waco siege & the montana freeman standoff.

Another conflict tinged with religion, militias, freemasonry and a battle over the constitution.

Very intriguing, but for some reason is not getting any major media coverage. I'm pretty sure the government is trying to keep this on the DL after the botched operations at Ruby Ridge and Waco.

Something to keep an eye out for in between the next lindsay lohan and paris hilton drunk driving arrests and britney spears parenting woes...

trees (part 1)

2007-08-18T11:21:00.000-07:00

stonewall jackson vs. bruce banner

2007-08-18T07:55:00.000-07:00

3 weeks of stonewalling by management... What a pissa.

one would think that if you put in a request with management in regards to a life changing event that you would get some sort of response in 3 weeks (going on 4).

Hell, not even an acknowledgment fer christ sakes. Repeated requests for status have come back...

I'll touch base with him again.

What a bunch of Bullshit if you ask me... But ya know what? I'm going to play managements little games. Cordial and respectful...

But i feel like bruce banner some days... little irritations constantly pushing me to the edge of Hulkish rage.

When I get pissed, i usually spout off and say something extremely stupid. But I swallowed my frustrations for the time being. Kinda wishing I wouldn't have stopped drinking. Oh well.

This week is dedicated to mantras and meditation. Focus and relaxation. The goal in sight. October 31st is just around the corner.

Billings Montana here I come...

Well almost... Not sure how drastic I want to be...

Awaiting my transfer request. (pending)
Somehow get a job in Billings making similar money (doubtful)
Go back to farming and have to reside with the folks for a bit (not a great plan)
Change career paths. (thinking Fish & Game) Might have to go back to school.

It's going to be an interesting couple of months of waiting, planning, tying up loose ends and hopefully escape.

never drive through lawndale with a kayak strapped on top of your pickup

2007-08-17T20:01:00.000-07:00

word to the wise...

stay away from lawndale.

don't drive aimlessly around chicago when you don't know where you are going, cause sometimes you find yourself in the ghetto. cause sometimes you are a white dude with a fishing hat on; and sometimes you might have a kayak strapped to the top of your pickup.

let me tell you that if that situation ever arises, you will never be able to pass off to the locals like you actually belong belong in lawndale.

cause you won't... especially when you're a white boy from montana driving around with a kayak strapped to the top of your pickup

you might get taunts at a stop light; you might get propositioned by a black hooker, and for shits and giggle, some gangsta (and I'm not talking about a gangsta wannabe) but a full fledged blood throws... oh, lets say a 40 of Colt 45 at your pickup.

lets just say you roll up your windows, lock the doors, don't look anyone in the eye and pray like you've never prayed before...

You know what they say don't you? There are no white boy's that don't believe in god that get lost in the ghetto.

Shure 'Nuff!!

Well, least I know that there are no bodies of water in lawndale to kayak on.. and for that matter, i didn't see any lawns per se, let alone grass. What's up with that? Why the hell is this place called lawndale???

Should be called, GotNoJobSoIHangOutLookinForWhiteysToHassleVille.

Next week, i think i'll head down to Cabrini Green and see what my homies, bitches and ho's are up to..

Until then, Keep it Real...

-Goat

the red dawn of chicago

2007-08-15T20:04:00.000-07:00

i was in a parking lot to one of the beaches along lake michigan; apparently looking for parking. for whatever reason, maybe it was a holiday or such, but the parking lot was packed to the brim and no where to park.

so i waited... i fumbled with the radio trying to find a good rock station to listen to. Ah... 101.1. radiohead kicks so much ass.

as idoteque was nearing its' conclusion, I hear a commotion in the parking lot and on the beach and look up from fiddling with the radio.

people are pointing up in the air, and then I hear panic.

oh, my god!!! what is that? what the fuck is that!!!

i look up and make out what appears to be some sort of military transport plane or something and it is dropping parachutists into the air all along the shore of.

hundreds, maybe almost a thousand jumpers.. the parachutes colored red with white crosses; and to the direct west, even more parachuter's; but these red white and blue..

wait a minute... that's the lumberjack symbol, isn't it?

holy jesus, what the frig is going on?, i recall thinking out loud.

i throw my pickup into drive and attempt to get out of the parking lot, but find myself trapped as the drivers in the vehicles ahead and behind me have gotten out of their vehicles gawking at the surreal spectacle occurring before our eyes.

stuck in my pickup and nowhere to go, I continue to stare into the clear and sunny sky trying to comprehend what I'm seeing.

after a few minutes a few of the parachuter's are close enough to see clearer.

and then on this calm and sunny day, the realm of believability takes an exit, paradigms shift; the world as Chicago once knew it changed forever when the first shot rang out.

shit!!! i jump out of my pickup and high-tail it for cover...

these aren't parachuter's. these are soldiers. an invasion army of paratroopers.

the brits and swiss are invading..

chicago? wtf?

dan deacon (ohio - live from nbc)

2007-08-04T17:52:00.000-07:00

what is the problem (grafiti)

2007-08-04T16:46:00.001-07:00

big day tomorrow, really big day...

2007-07-24T20:38:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow I have my mid-year review. I'm not worried about the review at all, because I'm a freakin' star at work (pats self on back). But my review is the forum I decided to drop the bombshell on my boss of my intentions to Move back to Montana.

Laying out my intricately layed out plan to set up shop in one of our trucking terminals and work remotely with the Chicago office.

Sounds crazy, huh. Leaving the city of possibilities to a really small city that's somewhat depressed (economically). Leaving the cushy office of cubicles and offices to work in the bad part of Billings (near the tracks) surrounded by diesel fuel, dirt and grime and folks that actually work hard for a living.

But it needs to be done. I've lived in Billings about a decade ago, but I have many connections and friends their... And to boot I would only be about a 3 hour drive back to my folks' farm. Since my father is very close to retirement (and not in the best health) I figure I need to be back.

So hopefully starts another new phase of the life of a goat... Just gotta see how my review goes, and hope to hell I don't get fired on the spot for wanting to jet... Well If it doesn't pan out, then I'll be forced to play the waiting game and job search to see what type of job I could find in Montana. (other than farming for the time being).

Wish me luck, as I'll need it.

-- Goat

101 days left

2007-07-23T18:16:00.000-07:00

last week i came upon a decision. after months of deliberation, i've decided leave Chicago and move back to Montana.

Billings, Montana matter of factly... Population: approx, 108,000. Largest town in Montana. Known as the Magic City.

I've decided to set the guidelines of this move to happen no later Halloween 2007. Which I think as of today is 101 days. (that is if i counted correctly).

so now comes the difficult part...

implementation of my plan. If I can't transfer with the company I currently work for, then I'm pretty much hosed.. Unless I want to go into another line of work. Montana is great, but the IT job market (especially for RPGLE programmers for the AS400) is pretty thin.

Task:

Moving to Billings

Parameters of task:

job
transportation
housing
financing
timelines of implementation

The first issue to be tackled is the Job Task.

I've ran preliminary analysis to determine if I could keep my current job. So far the analysis is inconclusive. More data is needed.

The first (and as far as I'm concerned) most critical task occurs this Wednesday. As I am breaking the news to my boss of my intentions and explain my situation and game plan. The objectives of this task are:

Inform my boss of my intentions to move to Billings.
Assure management that I am still committed to my department and the company.
Explain the reason behind my decision
Convey that I am an integral cog of our corporate wheel.
Lay out my master plan to work remotely from one of our trucking terminals. (so in a sense, i would give up the cozy high rise office environment to a dirty, smelly trucking terminal). Explain how this would benefit all parties and turn any cons brought up into positives or workarounds.

So for the next 2 days, I am working out my master plan and how to audibly convey and persuade my audience (my manager and his boss). I wish I would have paid more attention in the finer points of effective persuasive public speaking...

It's never boring in the land of Goatopolis... more to come soon.

things you can't do in america (apparently)

2007-07-22T19:20:00.000-07:00

Saturday, July 21st 2007 - Chicago, Illinois (Ward 42)

I got bored after lunch and decided to grab my camera and take a walk-about the neighborhood and snap some pics.

Camera in hand, a pack of smokes & lighter and my ipod, I hit the industrial park across the street and started snappin' away.

I decided to take some pics of the industrial artwork in the Triangle Plaza. So I took a few pics the building, the Rexam logo the address numbers on the sidewalk and a patch of ornamental wheat grass.

Well, listening intently to the Matt Dahl Podcast (my new favorite things to do to rid myself of boredom) and just generally losing myself in my lackadasical walkabout, I was suddenly jarred back to reality by a female security guard.

She was apparently talking to me, but since I had my headphones on, I didn't hear a damn word she was saying to me.

So I removed my headphones to be lambasted in broken Polish/English.

Polish Female Security Guard: What are you doing?
Me: Uh... taking some pictures.

I thought it was pretty apparent as to what I was doing.

Polish Security Guard: Of What?

Again, it was pretty plain to see what I was taking a picture, as it was a monstorous piece of artwork.

Me: This here Art.

Polish Security Guard: Why? (saying as if she couldn't understand why I would be taking picture of artwork)

Me: Why? Um... because it's art.

Polish Security Guard: You can't be taking pictures here. This is private property.

Me: Ok, Ok, already... Jesus Christ.

Polish Security Guard: You can't take pictures. This is America.

Me: Ok.. (Wait? What was that? WTF does that mean?)

This made absolutely no sense whatsoever. Just because this IS America, I CAN take pictures of buildings and artwork. WTF is this stupid Polish Beeotch talking about. And why would she even bring America up in this little conversation of ours?

So, me not wanting to have confrontation, I left this anomaly be...

Polish Security Guard: You are trespassing on private property. I am going to have to ask you to come with me.

Ha! Fuck that. Who does this lady think she is, Polish Kojak?

Me: No thank you. I am done taking pictures. I'm leaving.

Polish Security Guard: What are you doing here? Where do you live? Please hand over your camera and come with me.

Me: (i'm finding this very amusing) I told you I am taking pictures of this Art. I live here and no I will not hand over my camera.

Polish Security Guard: How did you get here? Where's your car?

Me: I told you, I live here!!! Across the street. I walked across the street.

I'm fed up this this Bullshit and this stupid C***. She's taking her job way to seriously. (I would know as I used to be a Security guard back in the day and know what a Bullshit job it is.)

I thought to myself... Wait a minute. Does she know what America is. This isn't the Communist Poland fer Christ Sakes... I'm not sure if I was trespassing or not, but fuck that if she thinks I'm going to go with her and wait for the police to come and book me for apparently trespassing on private property to take a picture of a public art piece.

If they didn't want people to come take pictures of this piece of shitback sculpture then why would the put it their, eh???

The Security Guard stresses to me again that I need to hand over my camera and come with her.

So I put my head phones back on, and begin to walk away..

I hear her raising her broken English voice to me again and I feel (sixth sense like) that she is going to try to detain me.

So I break out into a brisk walk (like the Olympic speed walkers do) and head toward the exit of the parking lot.

Then I hear her radio in something; not sure what, but I'm guessing she was looking for her buddies to help detain me.

Jesus eFin' Christ Almighty... I just wanted to take a flippin' nice little picture of this Art piece to post on Flickr.

But apparently you can't do this any longer. This is America. The Communist Polish Confederacy of America or something like that...

So I apparently eluded capture from the Polish Rent-a-Cop, but now I'm pissed and out the prove a point. Not sure what that point is, but I'll be back with my camera.
Just for a picture of this stupid Artwork, I get hassled by the KGB..

Makes me wonder what the hell is so important in this building. Are they hiding something? And WTF is Rexam? Should I care, and should you? I'll probably be back to hassle her now that she pissed me totally off.

clarity through a nomadic lifestyle

2007-07-19T18:38:00.000-07:00

I've come to a realization, a moment of clarity really...

I need to leave the big lights and skyscrapers behind for the Big Sky.

stupid moments of stupidity (apartment fire)

2007-07-15T19:43:00.000-07:00

i swear that i'm going to die in some freaky horrible accident. if anyone has ever read goatopolis before, then you'd know that i have had some mighty moronic accidents...

which is one reason that I got rid of my cat. we all have our nightmares and phobias on dying, but I'm not so much scared of dying, but the state that the paramedics find me in after my demise.

I mean I spent hours looking through the gore shots on rotten.com of widowed old ladies that died in their sleep. And typically old grandma's have cats upon cats for companions... Well when grandma passes away, ol' puss eventually runs out of food in a day or two.. And typically the elderly live on a very tight budget (if they don't already live in a nursing home). Medicare and Medicade are a fucking joke... Our elders living in near poverty standards... a fucking shame!!! Cause that will be you and I sooner or later.

Sorry, a bit off topic, so anywho...

grandma dies alone in her apartment, pussy is out of food, and a few days pass and ol' gramma starts to get ripe... And ol' puss in boots (being the carnivore that cats are) smells good eats coming out of the bedroom.

And lo and behold a week or so passes until someone from grandma's church group realizes they haven't seen her and calls the paramedics and/or police to check up on her.

You get the rest of the gory details... grandma's half-eaten by her cats...

So that's why I got rid of my kitty... i Live alone for the time being, and I seem to always create accidents that could kill myself. The last thing that I want is my pet gorging on my eyeballs, spleen and tongue... Fuck that!!

Hence, last night. I was on call for work and couldn't go out and about on the town. So I stayed home and decided to work on a stencil for my goatopolis branded Tee's I'm eventually going to try to sell.

Well I had a candle burning on my work bench and some loose paper everywhere.. Manage what happened next.

I turned around to dick around on my computer for a bit and I must have knocked the papers over the open flame...

By the time I turn around, I see that my entire workbench table is ablaze...

Holy Christ Almighty!!! I started to immediately panic like a MoFo...

My first instinct is to spit on the fire.. But of course that didn't work. It's kinda like pissin' on a forest fire...

So I jump up and run to the kitchen to get a glass of water to put it out.

At that point the smoke alarm goes off. Holy Shizzle Man... that shit is loud and disorientating. So I through the water on the fire, run back and get another glass and douse the smoldering paper again for good measure.

Das Fire is Kaput!!

No to take care of the smoke alarm. I was afraid that my neighbors in my apartment would hear it and freak out and call the fire department. I didn't want that freakin hassle..

So I ripped the damn smoke alarm off of its perch on the ceiling and threw it in my shower and closed the door to drown out the noise. Next I ran to all of my windows and opened them up as far as they could go and turned my fans on high to vent the smoke outside..

And luckily, no one seemed to hear shit. Thank Gods (i think)

I wouldn't think so much about this little incident, other than this is the second such event with fire in my apartment... the last time (about a year ago, my ashtray started to smolder and filled my apartment up with smoke) Same shit happened then with the spitting, glass of water, smoke alarm and the such...

I guarantee you that I will kill myself sooner or later... I just wish it would be something more heroic than a kitchen accident, or an ashtray or a scented candle...

Love,

The Goat

the clare voyants (danny boy cover)

2007-07-08T16:04:00.000-07:00

the clare voyants (live from o'connors irish pub)

2007-07-08T15:47:00.000-07:00

Oh, O'Connors. How I miss thee... One would think I could find a suitable irish pub to meet your caliber in chicago, but sadly that hasn't been the case. (yet)

On to the Clare Voyants. My favorite group of all time. Never did I miss a chance to see them play in the various pubs around Phoenix. I must admit I have a big crush on Jane Hilton (the violinist). What a hottie and boy o' boy can she play a mean fiddle. I'm pretty sure she could win my soul back from the devil (lost in a bet in 1999) if she so wanted to.

Sadly, I'm not sure if they are still together or not. If anyone knows, let me know.

There music is a blend of traditionoal irish and folk as well as original songs written by Shay Veno (lead singer). whenever they played a gig in the small pubs, they always drew a huge and rowdy crowd (myself and my buddies included).

When I get back to Phoenix next month, I'll try to find out their status and try to catch a show.

Free Bird!!! MoFo's...

cowboy ghost

2007-07-06T20:47:00.001-07:00

how does a cowboy ghost drink a beer? Well, i guess you'll find out... but i warn you that it isn't pretty.

more importantly, who is this cowboy ghost and how did he become a ghost. was he a cowboy when he died, or did he take up the cowboy way afterwards???

so many questions, so little time...

baby got back (live from miami beach)

2007-07-06T20:45:00.000-07:00

a night on the town in Miami Beach last year, and I find myself as a dirty, dank and smelly underground karaoke club of all places...

Baby Got Back was definitely the highlight here, as I totally got booed off the stage with my rendition of devil when down to georgia and the summer lovin' duet.

Later that night, myself, a french canadian, the gay bartender, a cougar and a filipino hit the rest of the town and end up at a house party that was supposedly next door to Hulk Hogans house... Never saw him or could confirm it.

You know what they say... what happens in miami beach, stays in miami beach...

the purple bike (promo 2)

2007-07-06T20:44:00.000-07:00

the purple bike (promo 1)

2007-07-06T20:43:00.002-07:00

lenin montage

2007-07-06T20:43:00.001-07:00

mc chris (live in phoenix)

2007-07-06T20:42:00.001-07:00

the devil's playground (promo)

2007-07-06T20:40:00.000-07:00

suzy q

2007-07-06T20:39:00.000-07:00

the animatronic bear (music video)

2007-07-06T20:34:00.000-07:00

1979 - the movie

2007-07-06T20:33:00.001-07:00

das boot (june 2nd)

2007-06-04T14:02:00.001-07:00

Well... I finally broke down and finally bought my kayak. Which I've been fixating on for the last couple of months.

So Saturday afternoon, I somehow pulled my lazy ass out of my apartment, drove down to Wilmette and paid a visit to my good friends at Hedlund Marine and purchased the damn thing. After about a month and a half or so of researching feasible boating options for a city dweller like myself, I finally decided upon Hobie's Outback SUV Fishing Kayak. It's not the traditional kayak per se. You don't sit inside of it and do Eskimo Rolls in the water or take it white water rafing down raging waters.

No, this kayak is different my friends...

This kayak is what is classified as a "Sit-On-Top" kayak. Similar to a regular row boat, I guess. One can paddle it like a regular kayak, or one can pedal it..

Yep, you heard me correctly... pedal.

Hobie came up with a new fandangled pedalling mechanism so one can motate it on the water like pedalling a bike. (It's pedalling system is apparently mimicked on how a penguin literally flys underwater or something to that effect).

This pedalling system (aka mirage drive system) is really what attracted me to the hobie cat in the first place. As with fishing, especially Walleye fishing from a boat, one would use a trolling motor to, in a sense, troll at speeds comperable to that of small aquatic bait (what the fish feed upon). Or something like that I'm guessing.

So with the ability to power the kayak with your feet, this leaves your hands free for fishing, reeling and of course smoking. At least this is the big selling point (not the smoking bit) that Hobie pushes, and from all the third party material I've been reading about this, this really does seem the be the case. I really haven't seen any negative articles about it; only positive articles praising the innovation. Kudos to Hobie!!

So there you have it... my reason to buy a kayak, even though I've never kayaked in my life.

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Growing up in Montana, I guess one just "is" an outdoorsman, whether you like it or not. I've always love the outdoors and being around the water and fishing (but I still can't swim that well even though I took lessons as a young lad).

Even the 10 years I lived in Arizona, my buddies (Insomnia Dave and Buddha) always found time to go camping and fishing and enjoy the outdoors.

But I tell ya, I've found it really kind of hard to be an outdoorsman living in the City; well an outdoorsman with a particular penchant for fishing and fed up with fishing from the shoreline all of the time. I swear the best luck fishing I have ever had was from a boat; shoreline fishing always left me frusturated and seeing everyone out on the water just makes you yearn to be out in the middle of the lake even more.

So what is a city dweller like me to do if he wants a boat?

I live in an apartment.

Let alone affording a motorized fishing boat (aka. Lund), I have absolutely no room to store one unless I pay someone to store it for me. Which in itself seems like waste of money unless I was a fanatical fisherman/boatsman.

My little Ford Ranger couldn't haul one around (or at least comfortably).

And there are just to many damn good looking women in the summertime downtown. Can't say the same about women who enjoy fishing, camping and just generally roughing it. But I know she's out there and I will find her. (that is a promise)

So I went the Al Gore route and got a kayak since it takes up minimal space, can be easily transported on top of my pickup (with a seperate rack system), cheaper than a motorized boat, and I can pretty much launch anywhere I want to.... rivers, lakes, ocean. I don't need a boat launch or anything fancy.

But even though the kayak in itself is fairly minimal, I still needed to find a place to store it as its dimentions are 12'1" long and 34" wide. To large to store inside my apartment and in my assigned storage closet in my apartment basement.

After shopping around for appropriate storage units and boat storage around some of the neighboring lakes, I didn't find anything reasonable. Well long story short, I worked out a deal with my building landlord (not Italian Steve, but a new guy) and he let me use the garage of our building (for a minimal fee - $10/month) since the only thing currently in there are garden hoses, a few small couches and odd 1970's era wall hangings (not sure what these are).

So Saturday afternoon I picked up the kayak, drove to the neighboring forrest preserve, unwrapped it and gave it a good once over.

Got home, tried to give my Landlord a call to gain access to the garage, but couldn't get a hold of him.

I guess I'm going to have to leave the kayak on my pickup tonight just inviting anyone to come snatch it from atop my pickup and steal it, hawk it and sell it for parts in Tijuana.

With not much choice, I parked my pickup in plain view of my picture window of my living room overlooking the street and intermittantly checked up on it every hour or so to make sure no one tried to steal it from atop its pearch of my pickup.

Lets just say I didn't get a very sound night of sleep in that night.

I mean I wasn't exactly worried that someone was going to really steal it...

As once a few months ago, I left my window open in my pickup with my wallet sitting on the seat in plain view - yea that's pretty stupid, eh? But nothing was stolen or missing; which totally shocked me. Not gonna do it again, regardless...

But it's Chicago... You always hear about big city crime here, because... well, because this IS the big city.. The land of Al Capone, the El Train and Jerry Springer.

Finally at 4:30am and fed up with the restless sleep I was attempting to get, I decided to get up and head to Wisconsin to test my new toy out...

june 1st, 2007

2007-06-01T18:57:00.000-07:00

insomnia til 3am, but somehow got up at 730.

only 3 hours of meetings today.

Yuen and I went to lunch and discussed ideas so we wouldn't have to work in IT any longer. talked about setting up a cafe express account to sell our ideas; or t-shirts and panties and coffee cups and such.. It's probably a good idea, but I would rather build my own shit. I mean not that I'll build a t-shirt... I don't know the first thing about spinning cotton and am only semi-marginal with a needle and thread. But rather I've made stencils. And stencils is where it's at.

I feel under a lot of pressure to make this shit happen or at least start something. I figure i only have 2 to 3 years at most left at my company. Every indication on all of the meetings I sit in every week tell me that we (in our Chicago office) are expendable.

But what employees at large corporations aren't expendable, eh?

I tell ya, corporate america isn't my bag...

cubicles + beaucracy + paperwork + endless meetings + projects + milestones + deadlines + a bi-weekly paycheck = ????

Where was I?

Oh yea, as we where walking out of the restaraunt, I suddenly felt a wave of dizzyness come about and I felt like I was going to pass out.

Not sure if it was as a result of the humidity, the couple of hours of sleep or the cabin fever I've been experiencing of late (or maybe all of the above).

After a bit, the dizzyness passed, had a smoke and headed back to work for another hour meeting with my boss.

Tonight I boiled up a package of raw shrimp and taters; it totally stunk up my apartment. Ya forget that humidity in the air causes smells to linger in the air longer...

Tomorrow? Not sure.. maybe get my kayak, do some laundery or start on my projects and begin the first steps out of Corporate America.

Viva Telemundo!!!

cat law

2007-05-30T16:53:00.000-07:00

cat law: if you pee on something, then order of cat law, you become the sole owner of that object.

You know cat's piss on thinks to mark their territory... why shouldn't we, eh?

So technically I own:

My dad's woodworking shop.
The sink in my folk's basement
My neighbors closet (long story)
Ralph Banta (even longer story)

may 30th, 2007

2007-05-30T16:27:00.000-07:00

Wednesday:

Actually got into work on time for once. Now the plan is for consecutive days.

Pretty much spent my entire day on conference calls and meetings again. This is getting absolutely ridiculous on the time spent for this rubbish.

After lunch, Ellie grabbed me to help her practice her kung-fu again. Her big test for a green belt was tonight and she's getting a bit nervous. So we reserved the board room for 15 minutes.

I said it before, but it's never a boring moment at this place (other than the meetings and conference calls). So basically I am throwing slow punches at this lady's face and she blocks then in various moves and then she retaliates with a combination of punches, kicks, knees and submission holds. Then I put her in various wrist holds and she breaks the holds.

I mean, it's not that dramatic or anything, as everything is pretty slow motion; but a few times I got kicked in the ribs.

Right as I was about to leave for the day, the gal that Ellie set me up on a blind date with called me..

If you remember we had a lunch date on memorial day and it seemed to go ok... but apparently not that well. Let's just say a second date isn't going to happen.

Oh well, it's not that sparks really flew or anything...

I'm getting anxious to get my kayak. It's so freakin' nice out now and my social life is so shitty (at least my social life outside of work) I gotta get this hobby of the ground.

...

I had nothing to eat in the house; well i do, but nothing appealing but some pickles and cereal (but no milk). I had a hankerin' for Chicken McNuggets.

They tasted like shit. I'm pretty sure its not chicken (maybe soy fried in grease?)

I felt sick after I ate and went to bed. flipping through the channels and lo and behold "Supersize Me" was on MSNBC. Now I feel even more sick.

I gotta start working out or running or something. My cubicle gut's getting out of hand.

may 30th, 2007

2007-05-29T20:36:00.000-07:00

Tuesday:

Ellie asked me to help her practice for her karate test tomorrow. So at lunchtime we used one of the open conference room and she practiced all of her holds, punches and kicks on me.

Never a dull moment at that place...

Missed one of my deadlines for some technical design documents for a project I'm working on. Kind of stressing out about it... Hopefully I can finish it tonight for tomorrow morning...

Probably going to be a late night tonight.

may 29th, 2007 (memorial day)

2007-05-29T20:31:00.000-07:00

Monday:

Called Elli's friend (Shelby) to see if she wanted to go for coffee or something. I don't know, but this seems like the customary first date type of thing. I guess it's pretty obtrusive. Coffee.

Well, coffee didn't work out, so we met up in the early after noon for lunch in Schaumberg at California Pizza.

The first meeting seemed to go alright. I think... I think I'll wait until Wednesday to call her again to see if she wants to do something this weekend. (keepin' my fingers crossed).

Went home and rewatched The Fortress again.

May 28th, 2007

2007-05-29T20:28:00.001-07:00

Sunday:

Drove downtown and met up with Marlo and Joan on Michigan Avenue. Got to see little Hailey. She is so cute. I can't believe that kid is getting so big. I can't believe she's already 5 months old.

Spent the day @ Millenium Park and Michigan Avenue.

Got home early and watched tv.

may 27th, 2007

2007-05-29T20:21:00.000-07:00

Saturday:

Woke up @ 5am to go fishing. But it is raining cats and dogs.

Fucko.

got up anyways and went and had breakfast at the Phoenix diner. I really like this diner even though everyone is about 70 + in this place. Oh, well... least the food is awesome.

Didnt' feel like getting out of the house today on account of the weather being so shitty. So I went to Bestbuy and picked up a Sigur Ros's new CD and bought The Fortress.

Damn good movie. I remember seeing this moving about 15+ years ago (i think). It's one of those movies that stuck with me. It's about these group of schoolchildren and their teacher that get kidnapped and taken hosted by these masked men in the Australian Outback. The kids use their school skills to survive and fight back and kill off the masked men.

I love the end... Very brutal. Gotta love Australian cinema. And to boot the Teacher was quite the looker too.

May 26th, 2007

2007-05-29T20:16:00.000-07:00

Friday:

We didn't meet for our customary Friday breakfast as a few of my coworkers were out of town early for the Memorial Weekend and Uber Ed was off on his honeymoon to Florida.

Work let us out early today (around 2pm).

Walked home, did laundery and the dishes. Spent the rest of the night downloading Tom Green episodes on Itunes.

I really need to get a life.. I'm seriously getting cabin fever. I guess if I can't find a suitable woman anytime soon, I better get the kayak soon, so I can get out of the house and onto the lake...

Speaking of which, I think I head up to Wisconsin tomorrow morning and fish for a bit. Need to get out of the fucking house.

may 25th, 2007

2007-05-29T20:11:00.000-07:00

Thursday:

More meetings at work. Same ol' shit.

Ellie's friend called me back tonight. We talked for a bit, but both of us where busy this weekend and I told her I would call her back on Monday and we'd do something, since we have that day off for memorial day.

Marlo (my cousin's wife) called me back and we talked for a bit. Her and her baby (Hailey) and her mom are flying in to Chicago on Friday for a wedding. I'm going to meet up with them on Sunday and find something to do with them downtown.

may 24th, 2007

2007-05-29T20:04:00.000-07:00

thursday:

I sat through about 5 hours of meeting and conference calls today. How the hell are we supposed to get anything done. These meetings don't really mean a damn thing to me. I got so much shit to do, it's not even funny.

I seriously got to get my ass in gear and finish my book or finish one of my little projects...

Damn.. Damn... Damn!!! Ellie's friend never called me back. Shit. looks like this isn't going anywhere..

Tonight Insomnia Dave called me on my computer on Skype. This shit is so cool.. I love technology. He didn't have a web cam, which kind of sucked, but I carried my new laptop around and gave him and his soon to be wife a virtual tour of my apartment.

He said his backyard hose blew up or something and flooded his backyard. Kinda funny, but I can imagine what a mess that would be. Especially for an AZ backyard, where no one has grass. Sucks to be him.

Hung up and went to bed.

may 23rd, 2007

2007-05-29T19:59:00.000-07:00

Wednesday:

I can't seem to get the motivation to pull my ass out of bed to get to work on time. Maybe I'm taking advantage of my living arrangments too much. I gotta keep telling myself to get into the office between 8am and 830am.

Fuck, It can't be that hard. I need to push myself.

Called Ellie's friend tonight. Got her voicemail and left a rambling stupid message.

I hate leaving voicemails as I always sound stupid. I don't know, maybe Ellie's friend isn't interested...

But ya know, I gotta stop thinking so damn negative. Jack at work thinks I have no self esteem issues or something. I don't think so, but maybe I do... I don't care if I do or not...

may 22nd, 2007

2007-05-29T19:54:00.000-07:00

Tuesday:

Got a shitload done at work for once. Yet having trouble keeping focused and motivated.

Someone at work asked me if I had got my kayak yet... I didn't.

Getting sick of people asking me about the boat. I sort of wish I wouldn't have told everyone I was planning on getting it.

I would have got it already, but Angry Mike (coworker) gave me a bitchin' deal on a macbook pro laptop that I couldn't refuse..

I'll have to keep my finances tight for the next couple of weeks if I want to get it soon.

may 21st, 2007

2007-05-29T19:38:00.000-07:00

5/21/07

Ellie gave me the phone # and email address of one of her single friends. I've never been setup on a blind date before from a coworker. But it's got to be a hell of a lot better than the dating service. I swear every woman I met on that damn thing was either too old, not my type, trying to get me to join Amway or just plain socially inept.
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Last girl I dated:

The last girl I dated from Soulmates started out great (as they all do), but as I got to know her, a number of things freaked me out.

Hated her parents... but her parent bought her a house. 31 years old and still relied on their financial support.

She had no friends, other than me at the time. Her outlook on life was so shitty that she pushed everyone away or pissed everyone off so much that they couldn't stand being with her.

She thought the world was out to get her. Didn't refer to herself as an American, although she was born here and lived here all her life. Which I found quite odd; and a bit troubling.

She would rather sleep on the floor than on a bed. (WTF?)

She had been unemployed for close to a year, but came to find out why.... (hint: it had to do with a criminal record). Once she did get a job, she lasted a week before she got fired...

After the firing, I knew I had to bail. This relationship was going to be very bad for me (to say the least).
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So I think I will call Ellie's friend tomorrow and see where it lead to...

tom green

2007-04-05T18:02:00.000-07:00

goatopolis is dead (r.i.p)

2007-04-05T17:37:00.000-07:00

goatopolis is dead (r.i.p)
Originally uploaded by goatopolis.

i got hacked and shut down goatopolis. i am dead for the time being. but i may switch back to posting updates here.

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2007-04-05T17:33:00.000-07:00

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