So im my way into work today at 9.30 in the morning i was eating an apple, i finished the apple and had no where to store it untill i got to a garbage...then i thought to myself i could throw it out the window, its better there then in a garbage bag, so i threw it out the window as i threw it out i was thinking about how long it would take till the apple decomposed, and right then as i looked to see where it had landed a crow swooped out of the sky and picked up my apple core....ironic? i know
that was the highlight of my day today
4.30.2005
Crazy Dream
Last Night... (more like 4.25.05)
I lucid drempt the whole night last night..
Let me tell you one thing, it's too weird to even make up...
I'll give it the title " Jim Carrey and the Mouse ".
Here's from the point that I remember..
Alright, I'm sitting in a studio style classroom in the very front and I look behind me.. the other students are all chatting and sitting around in clumps awaiting the test. I see them conversing with one another but it's all muffled. I turn back around and gaze at the teacher..
Jim Carrey is sitting behind his desk and tapping his fingers in boredom..
"Jim," I grab his attention, " what are you doing here being a teacher? You've made plenty of great movies, all of them being super funny. Why are you teaching us Algebraic Geography?"
Jim peers up behind his fingers, "Uhh.. I don't know. What's it to you?"
"Well, couldn't you be doing something better?" I ask.
"Better than giving you guys a test?" He questions with a smurk.
I shrug my shoulders and look back at the other students. They are all gazzing at me.
"What's with this test anyway? Couldn't we just take a quiz to see if we are prepared enough for this.. uhh.. material?" I look back at Jim.
He grins and looks around at the students..
"Let me put it this way Jim, this is my dream and I don't think I would do so good on a test. Come on," I whine, "can't we just take a quiz instead? It's not like this matters.."
He hesitates then follows along with my dream. He gets up behind from his desk and grabs a small stack of papers from a manilla envelope.
I try to read the questions, but I find myself face first into the paper trying to make out the questions, squinting and straining my eyes.
I open my book and try, but fail to get any answers..
I look up at Jim sitting awkwardly in his chair, trying to find comfort in the wooden framed chair.
"I'm sorry." I proclaim, "I can't finish this man, not right now."
I get up and see a Baker with an over-sized mallot. Right next to him I see a small mouse crawling around next to 4 other over-sized mallots..
The mouse picks up the first mallot, swings, and misses. The Baker takes a small step forward. the small white creature drops the mallot and sits there. The mouse then picks up the second mallot. Swings agian. Misses again. The Baker continues to step closer. The mouse drops the second mallot and grabs the third. The Baker is just in his reach for the third swing and the mallot strikes the Baker on the top of the foot..
The Baker screams and jumps around holding his foot in agony just like a cartoon (this part, for some reason, reminded me (in my dream) of the movie The Mask, or atleast gave me that feeling of the movie). The Baker then morphs into a large tan ball that hovers above the ground about to transform into something. The mouse wastes no time and scurries off with remarkable speed.
That's when my view point changes.. I become the mouse (first person perspective).
I run under the door and hurry towards a stream with bushes and cattails along the bank. I'm now in a residential area with large fences all around. At some point the the blog changes into a wolf (i assume) and comes running in my direction as I spy from some small shrubs as my cover.
Now is where it gets a little weird..
I'm still as small as a mouse in respect to the wolf but I have large humans hands. The wolf sniffs around and catchs my scent and stares deep into my eyes, almost peering into my soul..
For some reason, I've developed the ability to wake myself up at any moment while lucid dreaming. So now is when I "put" my metaphorical finger on the "trigger" to do so.
Back to the dream.. It starts to get a little foggy but two more wolves show up (I don't know how or from where) and begin to harrass me. I punch the first wolf repeatedly and kill or immobile it while holding it jaw/mouth shut.
The other two quickly surround me and snarl their ominous teeth. Now at some point, I return to human form and scale one of the large fences only to have my foot cought in the clenches of one of the wolves. I struggle to free its grip and sit steady myself atop the fence some eight feet above the ground..
Now at this point I see no point in the dream to continue.. basically, I ran out of ideas for the overall direction. So, consequently, I wake myself and lay in bed for ten minuntes or so and trry to reflect what the hell I just drempt about.. Weirrrdddd!!
Anywho, I'll try to write down more of my interesting dreams in a journal or scrap piece of paper to share with the rest of you..
Good luck with your dreams, and goodnight.
I lucid drempt the whole night last night..
Let me tell you one thing, it's too weird to even make up...
I'll give it the title " Jim Carrey and the Mouse ".
Here's from the point that I remember..
Alright, I'm sitting in a studio style classroom in the very front and I look behind me.. the other students are all chatting and sitting around in clumps awaiting the test. I see them conversing with one another but it's all muffled. I turn back around and gaze at the teacher..
Jim Carrey is sitting behind his desk and tapping his fingers in boredom..
"Jim," I grab his attention, " what are you doing here being a teacher? You've made plenty of great movies, all of them being super funny. Why are you teaching us Algebraic Geography?"
Jim peers up behind his fingers, "Uhh.. I don't know. What's it to you?"
"Well, couldn't you be doing something better?" I ask.
"Better than giving you guys a test?" He questions with a smurk.
I shrug my shoulders and look back at the other students. They are all gazzing at me.
"What's with this test anyway? Couldn't we just take a quiz to see if we are prepared enough for this.. uhh.. material?" I look back at Jim.
He grins and looks around at the students..
"Let me put it this way Jim, this is my dream and I don't think I would do so good on a test. Come on," I whine, "can't we just take a quiz instead? It's not like this matters.."
He hesitates then follows along with my dream. He gets up behind from his desk and grabs a small stack of papers from a manilla envelope.
I try to read the questions, but I find myself face first into the paper trying to make out the questions, squinting and straining my eyes.
I open my book and try, but fail to get any answers..
I look up at Jim sitting awkwardly in his chair, trying to find comfort in the wooden framed chair.
"I'm sorry." I proclaim, "I can't finish this man, not right now."
I get up and see a Baker with an over-sized mallot. Right next to him I see a small mouse crawling around next to 4 other over-sized mallots..
The mouse picks up the first mallot, swings, and misses. The Baker takes a small step forward. the small white creature drops the mallot and sits there. The mouse then picks up the second mallot. Swings agian. Misses again. The Baker continues to step closer. The mouse drops the second mallot and grabs the third. The Baker is just in his reach for the third swing and the mallot strikes the Baker on the top of the foot..
The Baker screams and jumps around holding his foot in agony just like a cartoon (this part, for some reason, reminded me (in my dream) of the movie The Mask, or atleast gave me that feeling of the movie). The Baker then morphs into a large tan ball that hovers above the ground about to transform into something. The mouse wastes no time and scurries off with remarkable speed.
That's when my view point changes.. I become the mouse (first person perspective).
I run under the door and hurry towards a stream with bushes and cattails along the bank. I'm now in a residential area with large fences all around. At some point the the blog changes into a wolf (i assume) and comes running in my direction as I spy from some small shrubs as my cover.
Now is where it gets a little weird..
I'm still as small as a mouse in respect to the wolf but I have large humans hands. The wolf sniffs around and catchs my scent and stares deep into my eyes, almost peering into my soul..
For some reason, I've developed the ability to wake myself up at any moment while lucid dreaming. So now is when I "put" my metaphorical finger on the "trigger" to do so.
Back to the dream.. It starts to get a little foggy but two more wolves show up (I don't know how or from where) and begin to harrass me. I punch the first wolf repeatedly and kill or immobile it while holding it jaw/mouth shut.
The other two quickly surround me and snarl their ominous teeth. Now at some point, I return to human form and scale one of the large fences only to have my foot cought in the clenches of one of the wolves. I struggle to free its grip and sit steady myself atop the fence some eight feet above the ground..
Now at this point I see no point in the dream to continue.. basically, I ran out of ideas for the overall direction. So, consequently, I wake myself and lay in bed for ten minuntes or so and trry to reflect what the hell I just drempt about.. Weirrrdddd!!
Anywho, I'll try to write down more of my interesting dreams in a journal or scrap piece of paper to share with the rest of you..
Good luck with your dreams, and goodnight.
4.29.2005
sudgestion
if i may sudgest that you also add blues into PEE JAYS blog...blues, heart , soul, religion, improv guitar selections, enough to make anyone calm down and enjoy the fruits of life, but everything elese i agree with 120%
4.27.2005
Hmmm, Music movement
Since when did the Ramone's become the greatest thing of all time? Playin four chords anymore seems to be the ticket to stardom, has society really become inept to enjoy anything more? When you listen to your neatly packed Oscar Meyer Weenie package tune, don't you thirst for anything more? DO PEOPLE THINK OUTSIDE THA GODFORSAKEN BOX!?
Okay. I will give you some artists who DO in fact think outside of that crusty ol' box, and i instruct you to run to your local music store and beg for forgiveness for buying all that Blink 182/Justin Timberlake/ The white stripes Bullshit.
1.) David Bowie.
2.) Jazz Jazz Jazz, at this point in your music listening career, any of it will do, trust me.
3.) Phish before the year 2000. (please don't tell me the jimmy buffet music of late is real music.)
4.) Mars Volta - Never know whats commin. Bottom line.
5.) The Police - Hey, they did what the romone's did, but made it sound refined and perfect, Invented Ska, and were VERY dynamic in their creations, not spending too much time trying to master a specific genre.
6.) Soulive - Organs that make any bassplayer seem utterly useless (yes even I admit it).
7.) Finally, John frusciante - Songwriting skills are unmatched, although he could use some creative chord progressions, but as a guitar soloist, you can tell he completely feels everything he plays.
- More could definitely be added to the list, but in my drunken state of mind, im too ignorant to think that hard! So start off with this list, thank me later with your new dimension on music.
Okay. I will give you some artists who DO in fact think outside of that crusty ol' box, and i instruct you to run to your local music store and beg for forgiveness for buying all that Blink 182/Justin Timberlake/ The white stripes Bullshit.
1.) David Bowie.
2.) Jazz Jazz Jazz, at this point in your music listening career, any of it will do, trust me.
3.) Phish before the year 2000. (please don't tell me the jimmy buffet music of late is real music.)
4.) Mars Volta - Never know whats commin. Bottom line.
5.) The Police - Hey, they did what the romone's did, but made it sound refined and perfect, Invented Ska, and were VERY dynamic in their creations, not spending too much time trying to master a specific genre.
6.) Soulive - Organs that make any bassplayer seem utterly useless (yes even I admit it).
7.) Finally, John frusciante - Songwriting skills are unmatched, although he could use some creative chord progressions, but as a guitar soloist, you can tell he completely feels everything he plays.
- More could definitely be added to the list, but in my drunken state of mind, im too ignorant to think that hard! So start off with this list, thank me later with your new dimension on music.
4.23.2005
ok
sorry for not posting mike, i have been completing my new room in the basement, i love it its small and comfortable, pefrect place for me to come home to and be comfortable, odd things are happening today its almost summerand were supposed to get 15 inches of snow in the next 2 days, i love snow but for some reason snow in the spring time makes me angry. i posted that picture below, i found it on one of my friends myspace account and for the record that is a real .....i really dont know what to call it becuase it is a joint but it kinda looks like a log rolled up in a blankie...umm no more thoughts at least none that come to mind...its time to look for more badass pictures ill post the good ones
mr wiggles
mr wiggles
4.22.2005
Boxing for apple jacks.
As I sit here tired from the long day's work, sprawling on a couch with a bud and a bud, Nothing is as exciting to watch as the sport of all sports. It's sad, I'm too addicted to care about any other sport anymore, it's all about which fight is on and whose skill rises above who. Something about the competition and having absolutely no excuse for the outcome, because everybody well knows that any excuse made is one that cannot be accepted, such as in other sports where every excuse in the book is used. Some people find the sport barbaric, but, boxers know exactly what the hell it is they are biting off. Either way i love the shit! and im picking up saturday's PPV if anybody wants to stop by and watch with us just let me know! I think i'm gonna go ahead and photo-shop a pic of myself soon so there's a face behind the madness, Later on
- Big Brass and stretch pants.. two things never to be paired.
- Big Brass and stretch pants.. two things never to be paired.
Phased..
Good thing that whole.. lonely thing.. passed. I really do hate it when I sound pathetic. But, I suppose that's what Freak Ship is for. Venting to my personal space.
Now I just need to have the other members to start updating.. especially Mike :).
Anywho, I suppose I'll go paint or space out for a few hours before work.
Random Thoughts: Meh
Now I just need to have the other members to start updating.. especially Mike :).
Anywho, I suppose I'll go paint or space out for a few hours before work.
Random Thoughts: Meh
4.20.2005
I'm sick of this... this loneliness.
Actually, I'm sick of just about everything.
I'm sick of..
school and studying things.
coming home to this empty apartment without anyone here.
working two minimum wage jobs.
this transition in this life.
being under "the man's" thumb.
not having anyone to deeply care for.
not knowing what the future holds.
living in this shit town.
dealing with people that belong in my past.
not being able to let go.
the lack of change.
society.
settling for girls.
You know, I had a great girl once. Her name was Stacy. She treated me better than any of my other girlfriends. And you know what I did? I threw her away.. I know shes happy now and I'm glad she found a good guy. I regret the way I was then, because now I realize what I had. A little late, I know.
I try to stay as optimistic as possible, but there's only so much you can pretend.
I know I have great friends, some of the best.
Mike, Scott, Brent, Pete, Kelli, Meg, Joe, Steve, Dana, Jessica C, Mark, Marcus, Connor, Andy, Stacy, Jessica, Ben, Jenna, Kristin, Lauren, my Sis, Laura, Josh, Ryan, Kyle... just to throw out a few names.
I care for all of you and I know they feel the same.
But why? Why do I still feel like this? Depressed, Down, and Worthless even..
Is it because I'm a pile of shit? No, I know I'm a good guy with good intentions. I look out for people, help them even if they don't want it, and keep them in my thoughts.. always. I have no one to share my feelings with. No one to share my passions with. No one to lift me up into the clouds. No one to make me truely happy inside.
I don't know where I went wrong, and I don't know what to change..
If anything, the only think I'm lacking is self-confidence.. but I think I found the reason behind that.. I don't want to be the cocky guy. I don't want to be the guy in the bar with his collar popped. I mean.. WTF!?
You know, maybe I lost my direction with this post.. and maybe I'm rambling on with no one listening.. but I'm not in any position to care at this point. I do, but I don't.
So if you're sitting there at your computer reading this right now.. and if any of this is relatable.. then I'm glad I'm not the only one.
Because the worst feeling in the world.. is being lonely..
Coldplay - Life is for living
"now I never meant to do you wrong
that's what I came here to say
but if I was wrong, then I'm sorry
I don't let it stand in our way
'cos my head just aches
when I think of
the things that I shouldn't have done
but life is for living, we all know
and I dont wanna live it alone"
I'm sick of..
school and studying things.
coming home to this empty apartment without anyone here.
working two minimum wage jobs.
this transition in this life.
being under "the man's" thumb.
not having anyone to deeply care for.
not knowing what the future holds.
living in this shit town.
dealing with people that belong in my past.
not being able to let go.
the lack of change.
society.
settling for girls.
You know, I had a great girl once. Her name was Stacy. She treated me better than any of my other girlfriends. And you know what I did? I threw her away.. I know shes happy now and I'm glad she found a good guy. I regret the way I was then, because now I realize what I had. A little late, I know.
I try to stay as optimistic as possible, but there's only so much you can pretend.
I know I have great friends, some of the best.
Mike, Scott, Brent, Pete, Kelli, Meg, Joe, Steve, Dana, Jessica C, Mark, Marcus, Connor, Andy, Stacy, Jessica, Ben, Jenna, Kristin, Lauren, my Sis, Laura, Josh, Ryan, Kyle... just to throw out a few names.
I care for all of you and I know they feel the same.
But why? Why do I still feel like this? Depressed, Down, and Worthless even..
Is it because I'm a pile of shit? No, I know I'm a good guy with good intentions. I look out for people, help them even if they don't want it, and keep them in my thoughts.. always. I have no one to share my feelings with. No one to share my passions with. No one to lift me up into the clouds. No one to make me truely happy inside.
I don't know where I went wrong, and I don't know what to change..
If anything, the only think I'm lacking is self-confidence.. but I think I found the reason behind that.. I don't want to be the cocky guy. I don't want to be the guy in the bar with his collar popped. I mean.. WTF!?
You know, maybe I lost my direction with this post.. and maybe I'm rambling on with no one listening.. but I'm not in any position to care at this point. I do, but I don't.
So if you're sitting there at your computer reading this right now.. and if any of this is relatable.. then I'm glad I'm not the only one.
Because the worst feeling in the world.. is being lonely..
Coldplay - Life is for living
"now I never meant to do you wrong
that's what I came here to say
but if I was wrong, then I'm sorry
I don't let it stand in our way
'cos my head just aches
when I think of
the things that I shouldn't have done
but life is for living, we all know
and I dont wanna live it alone"
4.17.2005
4.11.2005
Zen for You
Zen for those who take life too seriously
1. Save the whales. Collect the whole set.
2. A day without sunshine is like night.
3. On the other hand, you have different fingers.
4. I just got lost in thought. It wasn't familiar territory.
5. 42.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
6. 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
7. I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
8. Honk if you love peace and quiet.
9. Remember, half the people you know are below average.
10. He who laughs last thinks slowest.
11. Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
12. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Think about it....
13 I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol.
14. Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have.
15. Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7 of your week.
16. A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
17. Change is inevitable, except from vending machines
18. Get a new car for your spouse. It'll be a great trade!
19. Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.
20. Always try to be modest, and be proud of it!
21. If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.
22. How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise my hand...
23. OK, so what's the speed of dark?
24. How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?
25. If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked
something.
26. When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
27. Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now.
28. Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film.
29. If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
30. How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?
31. Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
32. What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
33. I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.
34. I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.
35. Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
36. Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened.
37. Just remember - if the world didn't suck, we would all fall off.
38. Light travels faster than sound. That is why some people appear bright
until you hear them speak.
my mom sent me this forwarded email.. thanks mah
1. Save the whales. Collect the whole set.
2. A day without sunshine is like night.
3. On the other hand, you have different fingers.
4. I just got lost in thought. It wasn't familiar territory.
5. 42.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
6. 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
7. I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
8. Honk if you love peace and quiet.
9. Remember, half the people you know are below average.
10. He who laughs last thinks slowest.
11. Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
12. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Think about it....
13 I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol.
14. Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have.
15. Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7 of your week.
16. A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
17. Change is inevitable, except from vending machines
18. Get a new car for your spouse. It'll be a great trade!
19. Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.
20. Always try to be modest, and be proud of it!
21. If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.
22. How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise my hand...
23. OK, so what's the speed of dark?
24. How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?
25. If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked
something.
26. When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
27. Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now.
28. Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film.
29. If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
30. How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?
31. Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
32. What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
33. I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.
34. I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.
35. Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
36. Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened.
37. Just remember - if the world didn't suck, we would all fall off.
38. Light travels faster than sound. That is why some people appear bright
until you hear them speak.
my mom sent me this forwarded email.. thanks mah
Rant of a Rambler.
About to go pass out here in a minute. It's kind of funny actually, but I hope this doesn't hold true. At the pace life is going right now, Stress seems to increase in two-fold almost every year. I wonder if there is a point in life where the mental scurries subside, where you just finally sit back in your easy chair, knowing you have exhausted every outlet in your toolbox of curiousity and say "Okay, Fuck It, I'm done, I've done all i can do, let's just ride this one out and see where she goes." And just like a drop of visine on your retina, the clarity comes out. As every year passes, it seems like there is more weight upon your shoulders to make yourself a better man than you were the day before, and if for some reason you falter, then you automatically are categorized with a bum begging for quarters on 5th Avenue. It's really hard being surrounded in such an environment of failure like I observe/live in daily, It's hard. The City of Flint is the greatest monument of failure of society I have ever seen. So many people in the 40's and 50's decided that this was going to be the spot to start their family tree with hopes of a prospering community. I would pay any amount of money to know what they are thinking right now. But being surrounded in such a place, it almost makes it... "okay" for people to just give up so early, and still be accepted. Flint has shown that it's okay to give up on life without actually trying. And the horrible thing is, it all came from a few white haired males saying "Fuck it". A guy said to me at work today "you know, when I was in high school, a black kid came up to me telling me what college he wanted to go to, and then he told his boys who then responded to vulgar gestures somewhere in the range of "acting like a fucking white boy". Wow. To actually try to downplay someone who is trying to make such a blatent stand for their future. Depresses me, because that's what it has come to around the area. The only way around it i guess is to put yourself in a shell, oblivious to the negativity, but after so long, the shell has to break. Nothing is perfect. I just kind of wish people would have the ambition to stick with it for a while and see something through. All that kind of fell out of my tired head, hope a bit of insight fell out along with it, night.
4.10.2005
What are we gonna do with all the cash?
Well hey all. After the rigorous training program Captain put me through for the last two weeks (composed of reading countless seaseme street books hours on end while upside down in a pool of water), I've finally obtained the right to post here and there. Name's Pete in case you didn't already know, and I'm looking forward to throwing my two cents worth in from time to time, hopefully it won't be a downer like the time I got drunk and... er.... okay forget it.
--Of all things, playboy magazine has posted a great article from several high-end thinkers (who knows how they get them)all contributing their opinion on the origin of the universe, quite an interesting read.
-- I'm gone - BoomCal
--Of all things, playboy magazine has posted a great article from several high-end thinkers (who knows how they get them)all contributing their opinion on the origin of the universe, quite an interesting read.
-- I'm gone - BoomCal
4.07.2005
The new friend is I
i just wanna use this as a chance to thank all of my bestfriends you know who you are. most of all id like to thank Captian Red Squirrl ( or as i know him Guuuurama) for letting me post my thoughts on this web site of his...also id like to thank Dr. Gonzo who dosnt know yet that i am able to post on here but i thank you in advance.
farewell
wiggles
farewell
wiggles
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