I'm at work. It just hit me that this sucks. 1 hour and 39 minutes in.
Eff this. I don't feel like writing.

Halloween II

     I'm definitely looking forward to this Saturday. Regardless of my costume situation I'm going to have a good time. I'm looking at it as a "hooray for finishing a dry drag month at work" party.
     Then the following week, as I mentioned earlier, Rach is throwing me a halloween birthday party. That is going to be nuts cause The Favazza's of 2 Essex St., in Salem Massachusetts don't mess around when it comes to house parties. Its going to have everything. Costumed creeps, karaoke machine, strawberry short cake, a human fire hydrant, party zone deluxe, beer pong, and hard apple cider.

Halloween

     For Halloween each year my goal is to have a well thought out, nicely executed costume. If I have more than one event to attend over the course of the season I like to prepare more than one costume. Both Rach and myself are totally into dressing up. This year I don't feel like I pulled it off. I just haven't been feeling very creative.
     A couple weeks ago I saw The Misfits and I picked up a Crimson Ghost mask. I've always wanted to be this character for halloween but have never managed to put it together. I ordered a red robe/cloak but it hasn't arrived yet. I already have the gloves. Truth be told this isn't a very complicated costume so I don't really feel like I accomplished much.
     My other costume idea is to dress as The Continental. I have everything I need for it except a really good handkerchief to go around my neck but any color or pattern would work in a pinch so I'm not too worried about it. Again though, this costume wasn't too tough to "make". I ordered a smoking jacket and I already own a white dress shirt and black pants.
     Hopefully the red cloak arrives tomorrow so I can be the crimson ghost on saturday. The party will be mixed company and a recognizable character that won't require any explanation will make the night more enjoyable for me. Then I can be the continental on the fifth in my own place with a crowd that is more likely to get it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HszzIGdMob8&sns=em

What about meow? Shift 19 (actually, 17)

So this writing every night thing didn't really work out, did it?
It doesn't matter though. I've been up to my ass in uneventfulness for the last month. I don't remember being such a sack of shit while working 3rd shift. Maybe I am getting old. I don't feel any older than I did when I was in my early twenties. It doesn't help that I've been nursing a cracked rib for the last couple weeks. Wha! As much as I think it shouldn't make a difference, schedule wise, what hours I work; this past month has been a productivity wash. Its not like I have any strict deadlines or anything but it'd be nice to do more with my day than sleep, eat, loaf around, go to work, repeat.
Any way, I'm glad tomorrow night is the last of this run. It is obvious that I've been neglecting the apartment and since Rach is throwing me a party on the fifth, (which is going to kick a ton of ass ) we'll only have about a week to make our place look like less of a shit hole.

12

Two mice fell in a bucket of cream
Ah momma tell me which mouse that I am?
I kicked my legs like I'm swimmin' up stream
An' I walked on out that bucket a butter

5

     Working overnight on friday/saturday is a gd death sentence. I was just out at The Old Spot having a fine ass time and I had to leave to go to work. The perk of working the 5 day 3rd shift is that you get fri and sat off. I seriously don't know why I'm scheduled to work tonight. I just got a text that my wife is doing kamikaze shots. I think that kicks ass. I want in on that. Sad face.
     I'm seriously going to push for a trip to eagles deli tomorrow night.
     I would like another beer.

4

     I came back into my office and there was a dead mouse on the floor in front of where I'd been sitting. The mouse was rolled in half by my chair and there was blood and tiny little guts streaked on the floor. wtf? Did I  inadvertently kill a mouse by running it over? That seems highly unlikely. How long was there a dead mouse under the desk? There isn't a mouse trap under there. I obviously smushed it when I got up to go to the bathroom. Weird and gross.
     So I cleaned it up. I put on rubber gloves. And I picked up most of the mouse through a clorox wipe, several paper towels and a trash bag. (leaving behind some surprisingly elastic digestive bits)  Rolled it up, put it in another trash bag and tied it off before putting the whole thing in a barrel at the far end of the hall. Then I hosed the blood and entrails down with some industrial disinfectant. Upon wiping up the red chunky soup I found that some of the bits were stuck to the flour. I actually had to give those pesky organs an "overnight" soak before getting it all up.
     With the floor finally clean, I had to attend to the task of making sure my hands were clean. First I clorox wiped my hands with the rubber gloves still on. Then I removed the gloves and washed my hands with enough dial soap to bathe an elephant in, followed by 2 applications of hand sanitizer. It sounds like overkill but it's not like I was cleaning up spilled spaghetti or something. I'm by no means a clean freak/germphobe.
     After all that I could get back to the serious work I was in the middle of. Ordering stuff for my halloween costume.

  Here is the tiger from last week.

At first, I put the whole thing into a giant glass. The next day I realized you were supposed to just fill the cage up via the plug in the top. I liked it better when he was dry and the the cage was submerged. It was like a David Blaine trick only way more exciting. Besides, the tiger started out small and chill. After going for his swim he grew and started giving me attitude. He was all like, "whaa, this cage is too small" and then "whatever, I like this small cage, it's way better than your apartment". He really pissed me off tonight so I busted out the side of the cage. Who's the big tiger now?

     I got a tattoo today. It is a goat. Tomorrow after I shower I'll get a picture of it. Currently half of my back is covered with residual black ink so I look like a muddy mess. I really like the shop I've been going to. It is called Good Mojo. Today was my second time getting work done there. The shop has an overall chill atmosphere to it. The receptionists smile at you when you walk in. The artists are actually happy that you are giving them business. Everybody I know has had the experience when you walk in to a tattoo place and everybody in there gives you the dirt eye. I've gotten two tattoos at Lunar in Hadley, MA. The reason I went back there a second time is because the guy works fast, does a good job and is pretty cheap. The downfall of the place is that the employees seem bothered that you walked in. Like talking to other tattooed pricks, eating your lunch or watching a movie is  more important than your clients. When I say tattooed pricks I mean people who think they have the best tattoos and all your ideas are stupid. Anyway, Good Mojo is not at all like that. They are nice and go out of their way to make you feel comfortable/wanted.
     So, as ridiculous as it sounds I managed to do the thing with the tiny tiger incorrectly. Turns out you don't have to put it in a glass at all. There is a stopper in the top where the water goes and then its supposed to be self contained and not leak. It is leaking from the bottom some where but I'm not very concerned. Everybody has grown one of these things when they were like 10 so I don't really know why I even care.

JK, here is the little tiger in a giant beer mug.

Thats him. G'nite.
Also, I know this picture is haggard. The tiger and lil' cage are in a giant beer mug.  I'm a dummy and you can't see the handle which, btw is important. The packages on the right contain some prints from Rach that I'm going to frame tomorrow. I'll show you how that works out.

I'm looking for some heroes.

there may be many purposes to this blog in the future. Number 1 was and still is to follow my friends blogs.

Number 2 (hehe) is this:
I'm looking for memorable folks from my childhood/teenage years.
I want to track down Armond Lafracoise (sp?), and Matt Groppo. There are others that I want to find facebook pages for that I'm sure don't exist. shit. R.I.P. to Pep. He would be a facebook allstar.


If anybody has photos/info/stories (i.e. Bones) to such persons that would be fantastic. 


I know a certain person that could help me but I'd go to him for a photo (in particular) but thats it.
2/23/12 - This sounds stupid to me now.

Number 3: Is, well, uh, whatever. I guess.

Here is a little tiger in a little cage.

You put it all in water and the tiger grows. see you tomorrow.