tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55529032011-04-21T22:30:23.342-05:00Esoteric and Nebulous"Where do you draw the line between justice and vengeance? Forgiveness is a hard thing, isn't it...?" -Bruce Boxleitner as Captain John Sheridan on Babylon 5Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1149150057447319222006-06-01T03:18:00.000-05:002006-06-01T03:20:57.456-05:00It's OK to be unique! It's OK to be an original! It's OK to be a geek! I'm sick and tired and, quite frankly, pissed off at people trying to convince the world otherwise. Accept me as I am or FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is all.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1132988030132501142005-11-26T01:53:00.000-05:002005-11-26T02:02:04.770-05:00It's the beginning of the day after the day after Turkey Day (or just plain the day after Black Friday, where people don't know the meaning of the words "conspicuous consumption"...no literally, they don't--people are damn ignorant). This brings me to my latest epiphany. While it's true that my general misery is indigenous to me, it is at best, only partially my fault. This is because people suckJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1123761200561750442005-08-11T05:32:00.000-05:002005-08-11T15:16:55.376-05:00It's not an easy juxtaposition to go from trying to get my depression out of my system (which I can't say I have completely) to rattling on about something inane and pointless. I must, however, because if I don't I might forget and this really needs to be written somewhere so as I don't forget it. So without further ado....Memo to the state of Utah:What the hell were you people thinking? Your Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1123755533815241212005-08-11T04:51:00.000-05:002005-08-11T06:53:55.693-05:00--What is the half-life of a Blog anyways? The lapse between visits keeps doubling in length for me. I think it's because I don't care. Perhaps because I have nothing to say. Maybe just because it's not worth the trouble. I could tell all and it wouldn't matter--no one's reading anyways. Why bother. I'm sick of venting. Venting calms me momentarily until the next crisis, then where am I?I guess IJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1093507632325938032004-08-26T01:47:00.000-05:002004-08-26T03:25:47.453-05:00A waiting world notes the increasing lags in time between posts to my blog. After an interminable duration, I present to you..."the latest." Nothing heavy this time, though. Nope. Instead of my usual introspection or vaguely humorous stories or uncool angst, today's fare is not even worthy of the buildup of lo these many moons. My return to the blog was prompted by a thought--"I wonder what theJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1077184934050849722004-02-19T05:02:00.000-05:002004-02-19T05:05:46.796-05:00I thought to myself, "perhaps I should try this eHarmony thing that a friend told me about." So OK, I go to the site, sign myself up, spend an hour or so filling out the questioneer and what do I get for my troubles? A message saying that there's about 20% of people out there for whom their matching profiles don't work, and that I'm among that 20%. If I were so easy to pin down in such Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1076657996830328252004-02-13T02:39:00.000-05:002004-02-13T02:41:46.340-05:00Three months since last I blogged...a new record. Oy vey. Let's work backwards.... This past weekend was just too darn hectic for its own good. There were some rather noteworthy disappointments, not the least of which included getting the cold shoulder from certain people I could name. A part of me is losing patience. A part of me wanted to send an overstated email asking just what it was Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1068457140492250232003-11-10T04:39:00.000-05:002003-11-10T04:38:57.890-05:00OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!! I was right all along!!! (Re)read my entry from July 7, 2003 at 3:31 am (it's the second entry on that day) then read the following excerpt that I ran across from AOL News a few moments ago: "NEW YORK (Nov. 9) - At dawn, armed FBI agents assigned to an anti-terrorism unit converged on an unlikely front in the war on terrorism: a tiny ice cream shop in Brooklyn. The agentsJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1068007453321152342003-11-04T23:44:00.000-05:002003-11-05T22:20:36.433-05:00There are a lot of things I could talk about. Could be time to fill you in on all the insipid little details of my life in the last month, but it'll have to wait. No, I can't be quite that frivolous right now. There's something on my mind and I have to scream about it here before I can think about being my usual self. My little Guster fan doesn't know about this blog. It'll be a long time Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1065768687731696932003-10-10T01:51:00.000-05:002003-10-10T01:51:27.960-05:00In summary... STILL have not made it to The Great Escape. The rain seemed a little too much and I had a feeling they'd close early. Diverted to Six Flags New England, which also closed early, but not before six rides on Superman (three in the front seat!), one on Thunderbolt (only person on the train) and one on Cyclone (only person on the train). My instincts were right...Great Escape closedJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1064481292618949502003-09-25T04:14:00.000-05:002003-09-25T16:53:38.533-05:00What have I been up to? The Friday of Labor Day weekend I went to the Woodstock Fair and saw Weird Al in concert. The viewing area was packed, as it was a general admission AND "free with admission" show. There were two shows, but by the time I got there, it was SRO. I planned to see both shows, but I was so tired and hungry from standing that I bugged out after the first. Al was fun, as Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1061364076045099572003-08-20T02:21:00.000-05:002003-08-20T02:21:16.103-05:00What up, dog? Yes folks, I expect to receive fan mail from Snoopy and Odie. Aw well. My postings are becoming less and less frequent. I'm not sure if this should bother me. You know that feeling when you have seemingly 50 million things to do and the drive to do none of them? That's how I feel. Half finished books, trip reports, audio projects (well, blame my out of commission recordable Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1060396949582322512003-08-08T21:42:00.000-05:002003-08-08T21:42:29.496-05:00Welp, almost time to face the music. Assuming I don't go flying off a bridge between here and there, I'm going to see someone in a few hours that I'm terrified of seeing. We had the best possible friendship until I messed it up. Now I live in fear that it may be beyond repair. I also live in fear that people who aren't fond of me might be trying to influence my friend against me. I want it Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1058912892337601622003-07-22T17:28:00.000-05:002003-07-22T17:28:12.296-05:00Definition of a true friend: someone who still enjoys your company even after you've exposed a private piece of your soul to them and/or made some colossal mistakes. I'm gradually learning who my true friends are.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1058601431846984152003-07-19T02:57:00.000-05:002003-07-19T02:59:07.646-05:00Been awhile since I've blogged my brains out, as it were, but there's not much to report. I decided not to do the trip to TGE and TMBG mentioned in the last post. I half forgot about it until now (i.e. after the fact), anyways. I broke my recordable CD player...whacked the "source" tray with my knee, throwing it (the tray, not my knee, luckily) out of alignment. No more CD burning for me for Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1058079082761267802003-07-13T01:51:00.000-05:002003-10-21T00:09:07.916-05:00The Warbles are here! The Warbles are here! Yes, on Friday, the copies of the brand spanking new Fuzzy Warbles Vol. 3 and 4 I ordered completed their transatlantic journey to my mailbox. I had only just placed my order June 28 and they, supposedly, didn't being shipping orders til' July 7, so this is the fastest I've ever received anything from overseas. In case you're wondering, Fuzzy Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1057827870077637042003-07-10T04:04:00.000-05:002003-07-10T04:09:11.910-05:00I've got some good news and some bad news. The good news is that the number "Monkey Trouble" gave me isn't fake. The bad news is that she's big into (...how can I put this delicately...) the use of a certain illicit substance. She warned me of this previously, but I had no idea the extant of the usage until now. Now, I have friends who use this certain illicit substance time and again, but Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1057652135699164412003-07-08T03:15:00.000-05:002003-07-08T03:15:35.730-05:00By the way, if you're trying to contact me because you think my blog is all cool and hoopy and you want to marry me because of my eclectic prowess with the written word herein, my email is whalomREMOVE@yahoo.com. I look forward to basking in the glow of my many fans...though, more than likely, I've merely only opened up another portal by which spammers can send me useless information about Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1057629008221290012003-07-07T20:50:00.000-05:002003-07-08T22:18:14.236-05:00Wow. I'm like Chuck Woolery: naturally stoned. Why? Well, it's like this.... I was waiting to cash my check at the local supermarket branch of my increasingly lackluster bank. Lackluster because, well, they suck. The power had gone out before my arrival knocking their computer system offline. When it came back up, it was "locked in" to today's date. "Isn't that a good thing?" I hear you cry. No Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1057563109950342932003-07-07T02:31:00.000-05:002003-07-08T22:25:01.313-05:00-- OK, here's something I've wanted to rant about for a long time, but never seemed to have the right forum. This place, where no one's really going to read it (and those who do won't really care), seems about right for this pointless tirade. I, for one, like going out for ice cream. In the summer, there's little better than soft ice cream with a chocolate dip...especially if they have soft Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552903.post-1057560517380285092003-07-07T01:48:00.000-05:002003-07-19T03:07:06.440-05:00 Foolish mortals...though which mortal is more foolish? The one who stumbles upon this blog and actually reads it or the one who dares to expose his thoughts to the big square world? This is my first post. If you need me to point this fact out, you might want to have your IQ tested (or re-tested, as the case may be). The original title of this Blog was "Esoteric and Nebulous (and several Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08876531440721510904noreply@blogger.com