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Free association is described as a “psychoanalytic procedure in which a person is encouraged to give free rein to his or her thoughts and feelings, verbalizing whatever comes into the mind without monitoring its content.” Over time, this technique is supposed to help bring forth repressed thoughts and feelings that the person can then work through to gain a better sense of self.

I say … and you think … ?

  1. Passport ::Travel
  2. Small world ::After All (Great, now that damn song is stuck in my head)
  3. Radio ::Rock!
  4. Marine ::Biology
  5. Wall ::Flower
  6. Wanna be ::Rockstar
  7. Pigtails ::Inkwell*
  8. Hyphen ::-ated
  9. 9.99 ::999999999999999(repeating forever)
  10. Unrated ::DVD

*I’d like to point out that I am not so old that I remember when school desks had inkwells in them and little boys would dip girls pigtails in the ink as a prank. I do, however, have a very weird brain, so that’s what popped into my head at the mention of pigtails.

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“The next great civilization to arise was Ancient Greece,
which came up with an exciting new governing concept
called “democracy,” from the Greek words dem, meaning
“everybody gets to vote,” and ocracy, meaning “except, of
course women, slaves and poor people.” -Dave Barry

“The government announced that some voters will be allowed
to vote online. That’s going to be a tough choice: democracy
or porn…democracy or porn.” -Craig Ferguson


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Go visit Sinfest for more laughs.


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**Comics courtesy of Girls With Slingshots. Go check it out!**

As I recently commented over on Lez’s blog, it’s not the holiday itself that annoys me so much as the ads you get bombarded by beforehand. All the commercials assume that since I have a penis, I am totally clueless and unable to fathom the concept of romance. They’re all basically saying “Fake it with a big ol’ diamond, stupid” Or “You know you’ve been a dumbass all year. Make up for it by spending lots of money!”

Meh, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if the only reason you’re making the gesture is because of a date on the calendar, the biggest diamond in the world is just a shiny rock. Personally, I think a single dandelion plucked as you go about your day and given “just because I was thinking of you” means far more.


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…. Is it always going to snow when I have a job interview? ‘Cause the last time it snowed, I had an interview with the job I held for all of two days. Then today, I got the call for another interview and it started snowing within an hour. If I stay unemployed until, say, July that’s just going to get weird.

On a more positive note, I HAD A JOB INTERVIEW TODAY!!!! For a photography position and everything!! W00T! It would only be part time on the weekends, but it sounds like an excellent opportunity. I’d be taking pictures of the competitors at dance competitions, so it would be a great chance to learn about action photography and expand my skills. The interview went very well, so I think I have a real shot at getting it. Can you tell I’m excited?! It feels real good to be excited about a potential job for a change.

Ebeh-eh. Glorkshamin fibbersnap. Gazootle!

Must…. make…. brain….work….!!!

Yeahhhhh, so… uhmmmm… Here we are. If you think this blog entry is random, you should try being inside my head. This has been a mixed up day. On the good side, my friend Terri is going over my resume and tweaking it for me. Since she has muuuch more on the ball than I do, I’m thinking this will help. She’s also given several helpful hints on the job hunt which will hopefully shake things up a bit. Another good thing is that there were several ads for photographer’s assistants today, all of which I responded to. They’re all part time, but I’m certainly willing to juggle a couple of part time jobs at this point. Besides, I figure employers are more willing to take a chance on someone inexperienced for a weekend gig than for something full time. So, we’ll see if anything comes from that.

I also had the fun experience of going to the local food pantry for a handout this morning. My healthy eating plan is certainly going into the toilet for the next couple of weeks. There are now more high fat, sugary snacks in the house than there have probably been in the past year. Still, can’t be choosy when you’re a charity case, can you? I met some interesting people too, like the woman who had a court date this week for disorderly conduct. Apparently, she thought some cops were going to hurt a guy they were arresting, so she went over to make sure they didn’t and ended up getting cited for interfering with the arrest. Imagine that! Then there was another woman who had to go to court for a DUI, which she thought was ironic because she “never really drinks”. She said this while reeking of alcohol at nine thirty in the morning, mind you. Yeesh.

Ah well, even more incentive for me to find a damned job, eh?

Free association is described as a “psychoanalytic procedure in which a person is encouraged to give free rein to his or her thoughts and feelings, verbalizing whatever comes into the mind without monitoring its content.” Over time, this technique is supposed to help bring forth repressed thoughts and feelings that the person can then work through to gain a better sense of self.

I say … and you think … ?

  1. Score ::Points
  2. Luxurious ::Apartment
  3. Party ::Hearty
  4. Limited edition ::Expensive
  5. Security ::Blanket
  6. Betty ::Boop
  7. Under construction ::Highway
  8. Pest ::Squish
  9. Director ::Clown
  10. Express ::Emotions
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Well, I am now officially a leech on you hard working, gainfully employed people out there. I met with a case worker yesterday about going on welfare. Words cannot fully express the joy I feel at having my very own case worker. The good news is that between food stamps and the local food pantry, I don’t have to worry about starving to death any time soon. The bad news is that the cash allowance for a single male with no dependents is a whopping one hundred forty dollars per month. That’s not even a drop in the bucket for my student loan and car payments. Also, my hope that there would be some sort of education or training program was shattered quite completely. Now, if I was mentally unstable (quiet you!), addicted to drugs, or the victim of domestic abuse, there are all kinds of programs I could get into. Maybe I should boot some black tar heroin and have my dad whack me a few times with an ax handle.

I did get some kudos from the cute, young intern who interviewed me on maintaining my Vow of Temperance and my overall health campaign. Heh, I bet I’m one of the healthiest welfare recipients in the state. Yay me. Since I’m so healthy, climbing out of this back pit of despair should be no problem, right?

Yeah, need a job, any job, and I need it now.


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During a good manners and etiquette class, the teacher says
to her students, “If you were courting a well educated young
girl from a prominent family, and during a dinner for two
you needed to go to the toilet, what would you say to her?”

Mike replies, “Wait a minute, I’m going to take a piss.”

The teacher says, “That would be very rude and improper on
your part.”

Johnny replied, “Sorry, but I need to go to the toilet. I’ll
be back in a minute.”

The teacher says, “That’s much better but to mention the word
‘toilet’ during a meal, is unpleasant.”

So Charlie says, “My dear, please excuse me for a moment. I
have to go shake hands with a personal friend whom I hope to
be able to introduce you to after dinner.”

Quick, think of something clever to say! …. …. …. Well? …. ….. …. Fantastic!
Yeah, quick isn’t really on the agenda at the moment. Neither is clever, for that matter. I am feeling neither quick, nor clever, nor smart, nor strong. What I am feeling is tired, sore, weak, and useless. No job I’ve applied for has even bothered responding. When I call to follow up, all I get is a runaround. As far as i can tell, no one is actually hiring, they’re just “collecting resumes”. Tomorrow, I have an appointment with a case worker so I can apply for welfare and food stamps. The appointment was supposed to be for Monday, but that one got canceled so I could spend the whole week in limbo. My one real hope is that they’ll have some sort of education program that would allow me to go back to school, since this certificate from Gibbs is doing nothing for me.
Ah well, I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.

Today is the New Jersey primary and I have just returned from voting (among other things), so bear with me while I spout on about politics. Don’ worry, this won’t become a habit.

There are those who will tell you it is the job of our government officials to enact laws, protect and guide the country. etc. This is a lie. The primary job of a politician is to get elected. Once elected, they then focus on getting re-elected. Any law passing and such is, at best, a sideline. At worst, it’s something they do to further their re-election goals. Sure, there are those who get into politics because they truly want to make a difference. Unfortunately, by the time they get into a position with enough influence to make a real change, they have too much invested in the system to want to change it. It’s a corrupt system that feeds on itself and gets hungrier every year. Eventually, it will reach the crisis point and either break down completely or burn off the dead wood and remake itself into something stronger. My bet is on the complete breakdown. (See, now you understand why I don’t talk about politics very often)

We haven’t reached the crisis point yet though, so this year we have to decide on a new leader. When I decide on a candidate, I don’t much listen to the speeches. Speeches mean nothing because it isn’t the politician speaking. It’s words crafted by professional writers tailored to tell you what you want to hear and then put into the candidates mouth. So, I don’t really listen to what they say, but I watch how they say it. I look into their eyes to see what’s there, hoping for a glint of intelligence and a spark of humor. I also watch when they’re not the ones speaking. You can learn a lot about a politician by watching what they do when the focus isn’t on them. Are they listening to whoever is speaking or are they just waiting (impatiently) until it’s their turn to talk again? Are they focused on what’s going on or are they whispering with an adviser? Do they laugh spontaneously or is there that little pause while they decide if it’s something they should be laughing at? In short, I try to see the human being beneath the polished political shell.

Anyway, that’s what I do and those are my opinions. Yours may (and probably do) differ, but that’s one of the good things about this country, the diversity. We now return you to my normal blabbering.