I'm not really all that mysterious


Well that was unsatisfying.

posted by Author's profile picture mahiwaga

closing time

The question is: what the fuck were you expecting?

The correct answer is: nothing but fucking humiliation, but that is neither here nor there. Jesus fucking Christ, that was a goddamn waste of time.

I would do something incredibly destructive if I wasn’t so piss drunk.

posted by Author's profile picture mahiwaga


Well, here I am, moderately hung-over, not only listening to an owl hooting continously, but someone also decided to blast some rock en español. At freaking 6 a.m. So now I am awake, and I can’t get back to sleep. Wonderful.

posted by Author's profile picture mahiwaga

returning to normality (normal for me, at least)

We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can’t cope with is therefore your own problem. — Tricia McMillan AKA Trillian from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Mad schemes are whirling around in my mind. Despite knowing that it’s all going to turn into a colossal train wreck, I am nonetheless intent on pursuing this path of self-destruction. What can I do? Testosterone makes me do stupid things.

(It’s all a numbers game anyway. One of these days, some poor, unsuspecting woman is going to fall for it and be sorry.)

Trying is the first step to failure. —Homer Simpson

I say, why not aim high? It makes the terrific crash after completely missing the mark all the more thrilling.

Self-improvement is masturbation, self-destruction is the answer. —Tyler Durden from “Fight Club”

There is nothing more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. —Raoul Duke from “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”

Dogs fucked the Pope. No fault of mine. —Raoul Duke from “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”

How much do they pay you to screw that bear? —Dr. Gonzo from “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”

posted by Author's profile picture mahiwaga

the parable of the cave

I have come to realize that the living room of my apartment resembles a terrorist command center. I have three computers and four LCD screens, seven speakers plus a subwoofer, a TV, and a receiver as well as all the requisite cables and hubs and what not in here, because (1) I couldn’t fit it all in my room anyway and (2) the first rule of sleep hygiene is to only use the bedroom for sleeping.

Because the window in the living room opens onto a walkway, and I’m not enough of an exhibitionist to let everyone check me out while they walk by, I always the blinds closed.

Darkness has never really been my friend.

There was an impulse attached to this blog entry, but I find that I have no desire to describe what that impulse is.

Instead, I will blather away about everything and nothing, but mostly nothing.

If this were a real blog post, the content would go here.

Since it’s Mother’s Day, I’m going to meet my parents at the casino. I sometimes worry that my parents have a gambling problem. But whatcha gonna do.

I kind of don’t really want to drive up through the godforsaken mountains of northeast San Diego County, what with being a little sleepy and all, but I’m committed, filial piety and all that.

Lord have mercy on my soul, and my ever-quaking heart. I don’t know where this all came from, but it’s frankly kind of nuts.

I will leave it at that.

posted by Author's profile picture mahiwaga