I should have known...

well it happened, and so fast! I haven't updated this silly thing. chalk it up to a combination of being tired all the time, a perpetual lazy streak, and a terribly uneventful last couple weeks made up of carrying granite a lot and sleeping a lot. I haven't even been able to use my car much since my dad's saab died once again and my job just so happens to be near a metro stop... ah well.

one interesting thing did happen at work a little while ago. I was taking out one of the infinite wheelbarrow loads of granite that I've moved in the last couple weeks, and I had to haul it from the basement of the basilica, completely around the jobsite and through the street to this alley, where I was supposed to stack it. I pulled into the fenced in alley, and noticed that something weird was going on at the bottom of the alley. Charles Street, which if it were in Toronto would be kinda podunk, but since it's in baltimore is a fairly big deal street is at the bottom of the alley, and a portion of the alley is unfenced so that the parking garage can still use its alley exit sometimes. But right beyond that is our fence, topped by barbed wire, and backed up by my boss's 7 ton F-350 extended cab behemouth darth vader truck. so in anycase, I'm trying to move this wheelbarrow into place when I notice that theres a shitty toyota at the bottom of the alley with it's door open and engine running. Then I notice that right behind that there are three cop cars, all pulled hastily in behind it with cops pouring forth like mad hornets. Then I notice that theres a dishelveled dude with long greasy hair sprinting up the alley with a bag cluched in his hand. He kinda attempts to surmount the fence, but isn't too sucessful, and about five cops grap him and subdue him on the concrete--use your imagination, it involved nightsticks because the dude was flailing around. At one point one of the cops laughed out loud and said "boy, you sure picked the wrong alley fella." Turns out the guy robbed a bank downtown and tried to escape, but was pretty much an idiot for a.) robbing a bank in an area with congested traffic, speed limits of 35 MPH, and about as many cops as people on the streets, and b.) the obvious mistake of turning up an alley that is a dead end. It was like a cartoon. We all had a good laugh, until one of the religous reformed ex-cons who works in the basement mentioned that when he robbed a bank, he did so with a clicque of dudes, and they through the money off the bridge. That kinda shut us up. But he loves jesus now, so that means he MUST BE ALLRIGHT! HEY BIG GUY!.

His partner in crime--ahem I mean partner in the LORD-- came up to me the other day and asked me point blank, "Hey Big guy, Who is the Redeemer?" I looked at him funny, knowing the answer he wanted to hear, and instead responded "For who? You?" and he shook his head and said "For all of us Man!." I said, "Well let me guess.... ... .. I know! JEsus!" "You See!" he said "I just did you a great service" and he walked away. My boss walked up to me, looked at me kinda funny and said, "You just been thumped man."

Also--Randy, the asshole dude I mentioned earlier, I have decided is the Baltimore embodiment of Appleton City's very own CLIFF YABLONSKI! (http://www.somethingawful.com/cliff/ihateyou/) He told George, my boss that he used to be a terrible drunk, and one time, after waking up in jail, he decided that he would quit drinking so that his son wouldn't think him a horrible piece of shit. I guess he failed terribly, but the electritian foreman made a salient point--maybe he was a really nice guy when drunk, and now that he's sober all the time, he's a terrible asshole. maybe.

I've noticed that he takes a shit in the port-a-potty everyday smoking a cigar with the door open. Really nice that he does that. Also, he regaled us with a story about how he tortures moonies and hare chrinsnas. When he sees moonies he apparently gets out of his car and stamps on their flowers while spewing curses, and there was this one time, so he says, that he was behind a bunch of hare chrishnas in the supermarket. THey were apparently going "HMMM HMM HMMM" and Cliff, er Randy, started ramming them from behind with his shopping cart. Apparently their HMMMMs simply increased in fervor.

I have tons of carhart apparell, and now, after a trip to visit my brother in Anne Arbor, I'm sporting a Wolverines Hat. Funny how I don't have any real UofT Apparel. oh well, I'm not crying. so I guess I'm kinda construction looking, which is good.

heres my favorite quote from king lear, which seems to have dissapeared from my book collection, along with most of my other shakespeare texts:

What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither;
Ripeness is all: come on.

I'm taking guitar lessons and progessing. I look forward to the day that I can take the stage at einstiens and actually play a song. that would be fun, I think.

until the next time, sleep tight, as my old friend alan used to say.