squids and life review.

i had a dream last night that i was sitting in a field surrounded by people reviewing my life. during this review the crowd around the circle were preparing for a a death metal concert - more than that i think there was supposed to be some sort of murder taking place, something really horrible everyone knew was going to happen. everyone seated at the review were relaxed - as men in black leather, chains, and goatee's stomped around the group on their way to the music/death celebration. i was nervous and couldn't concentrate on the review. i turned my attention to the main reviewer - who was reviewing my pet squids. which must have been mine, but i couldn't quite remember how - and i felt ashamed because i knew i hadn't been taking good care of them. in the back of my mind, i remembered seeing them outside of my house one day and ignorning them as a cat tried to eat them. there was a mom and baby squid. the reviewer poured water over the baby and it twirled around and smiled - its little tentacles a circus ride. he was deep pink with white - sort of like those balloons streaked with color. the main reviewer said "you should be proud, they're very healthy!" and continued to give high-fives to the baby - which he returned with his cute little tentacles. then the mom got upset and was soon fighting for her own high fives - pushing the baby aside. her tentacles looked more like hands. one of the death metal dudes paused at the circle and poured lighter fluid in front of me and and set it on fire with a lighter. i grabbed a pitched of water from next to where i was sitting and put it out. he shoved someone else seated next to me and a shoving match insued - and then a complete melee. all across the field - the stretched for miles and miles, fist fights and shoving. someone backed into my squids and they bounced away like baloons - their mouths suprised O's. i swooped them up and held them tightly to my chest - and ran - dodging death metal dudes fighting - like a football player. i reached the hotel where i had been staying and ran inside - my plan was to draw them a cold bath and watch them splash around.

pretty good for a new years dream - considering i hadn't thought of the whole idea of resolutions for 2005. i will now make baths safe havens, handle certain death with a pitcher of water, and get some pink smiley thingies as pets.

porch at home in rhody.

sometimes you need exact cards to exact revenge.

i've been waking up at 6am to take care of bubba before work.. it's not something i'm used to.. the process of getting up, writing for awhile, and playing catch and getting smeared with mud by the most adorable chocolate lab ever - all before being at work by 8. i've never had a dog before or spent tons of time around dogs in general, so i'm still amazed that his head doesn't explode with how excited he is everytime he sees me. and then i go back to see him after work.. my knees feel like pin cushions are being injected into them by the time i eat dinner. but my days seem limitless somehow - so filled up with the constant hum of registers, computers screens, and the snap of plastic on torn up grass.

the fight of the century.

porch.

porch.
Originally uploaded by bessington.

dog sitting bubba.

u-scans will fall.

last night i forgot my 10 bucks cash back at the godamn u-scan at the grocery store. i knew those things were out to get me. it was funny, how at the beginning of their inception, everyone thought - hey, those things are crazy - and the novelty of it all was pretty hilarious - all the jobs are going to the robots! but now mindless beep - place in bag - blank stares at screens - automatonness has insued. i hate those godamn u-scans.

and while i'm thinking of it - cell phone use by customers while i'm ringing up their harry connick jr. xmas cds has ceased to bug me . I used to stop whatever it was i was doing for them and stare at them with an intense bored hatred. it took a customer in line the other day to say "i can't believe that guy - you were in the middle of talking to him and he answered his phone!" - "yeah!" i replied - but i didn't remember. i've become more of a u-scan too it seems. maybe i should pocket the next customer's change as they're yapping about the garland in the living room to their cousins. a sort of robotic customer service register fee and personal pay-back.