Excellent Metaphor, I say

Disposable Heroes--Metallica


Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant `til I fall

[Chorus:]
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, Greeting Death
He's yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman
[End Chorus]

Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you wear, glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends

[Chorus]

{Why, Am I dying?
Kill, having no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, Hell is here!

I was born for dying

Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun

[Chorus]

{Back to the front}x5.

Thats the way that Lady Luck dances*

I apologize for the last post. Im not going to delete it; that would be...childish, I guess. Its been a long semester, with mundane work I really cant stand and school that makes no sense, in substance or format. I had grand plans for a Cisco Networking degree, but I find that I dont have the "understanding" (meaning the stubbornness to wade through a thick and nonsensical curriculum, working with teachers and peers that have never communicated with the opposite sex in a relaxed setting--NOT JOKING HERE) the work. Ive decided that Im just going to roll the bones and take a jack of all trades approach and take a bunch of classes that sound interesting.

Anyhoo, the last post was inspired by the old rock station here in Dallas, the infamous Eagle 97.1, as it is back up in operation. They used to be a great station, now they just play the same stuff as the other two corporate rock stations here. The question that is giving me an ulcer is:
If you have two stations playing the same thing, WHY MAKE A THIRD?!

Oy.

*Roll the Bones, by Rush.

Most of our pocket wisdom is conceived for the use of mediocre people, to discourage them from ambitious attempts, and generally console them in their mediocrity. --Robert Louis Stevenson

Im writing this post from work, where Im sitting...doing nothing...as is SOP. I cant stand my job. Ive been wrestling constantly with what I want to do with my life, but nothing appeals. I dont want a good paying job, I dont want a manual labor job, I dont want to be someone's lackey till I rot in the grave. I think Im a closet self-deprecating perfectionist who has never acknowledged that I am such (to myself). That being said, I want to announce to the world what I should be "when I grow up":

I should be in charge. Not in charge of a grocery store, or some company peddling useless wares to bored people with no aspirations. I want to be in charge of something significant.

Big talk, right? Im not done soapboxing yet.

My generation--Im generalize and consider "my generation" anyone from the ages of 0-25, has no motivation. In short, we are a generation of vegetables. If history is a good indicator (which it always is) my generation will run this country into the ground. There is too much to be said about the complete and utter lack of skill or competence, so Ill sum it all up in one sentence: If tomorrow, the world awoke and every American from 0-25 was gone, no one would notice a damn difference. Sure, MTV would go under and that Girls Gone Wild jackoff would have to go sell baubles to gypsies, but there would be no long term impact.

Me for President in 2008.

Im still around..

I havent posted in a while, so a quick update:

Ive been too busy with school (or rather, failing school) and the sudden bum-rush at work to do anything but cram, work, and sleep. So now that school is over and Im back to square one in the "what to do in life" department, I have no clue what to do. C'est la vie.

My bike still isnt running. It ran for a while, but the fuel/air mixture is still off, and the plugs were fouled, and the new plugs I got dont fit my socket (which was impossible to find in the first place), etc. etc. Why cant anything ever be SIMPLE?

For Thanksgiving, my sister, brother and law and myself stopped quickly by my great grandmother's house before humping back to New Mexico for a delightful week snowed in. We were trying to work on the house, but the elements prevented us from getting much done. Hey, theres always New Years for labor!

We're still 300 something days from the election, and Im already sick of the pandering. None of you people need to be president. Go fight it out in the Cage o' Pain and the winner can be the new boss.

Thats all for now...

Good news!

Im going to be an uncle! Cigars all around!!