This TV is full of great lines.

I sit here in the back of this coffee house in Brooklyn, Verb Cafe, to be precise, and I say to myself "they don't make coffee shops like they used to. I imagine, from the shape of this place, that it has always been some form of eatery. However, i know this isn't true. This fact is put into my mind by a carefully crafted interior designed to elicit the same response in everyone. Obviously, "this has always been a coffee house."

I had a short conversation today with a friend of mine, who shall go unnamed, about Dash Snow. For the three of you who read this, Dash Snow was an artist. An urchin, who ran from this lineage at the ripe old age of 13 and began living on the streets. He began taking polaroids of the places he would visit so he could remember them the following day. Dash Snow was constantly drunk, high, and out of his mind. WSJ put him on the list of 23 year old masters a few years back, and I generally found his work interesting and amusing. However, Dash Snow OD'd a few weeks back leaving his daughter daddy-less. He pulled a Heath, and we love him for it.

When people make mistakes, how do we punish them? If their mistakes harm others, we go bananas. If their mistakes only kill themselves, it's tragic. The short of my story is this. Burn Dash's work. Junkies do not deserve a legacy.

I am not a forgiving person.

Stolen from MAO.

Create your own album cover!

1 - Go to "wikipedia." Hit “random”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to "Random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use photoshop or similar to put it all together.

AND HERE YOU HAVE IT:

Very rarely do i let things get out control. This is one of those times.

On a lighter note.

Of course I do. Maybe one day you'll be able to bring it up.

Work had been actually getting more challenging as of late. The constant stress of the economy, peers across the field being laid off with no notice, has thrown people into a sick kind of overdrive. I've been told by multiple people that my job is isn't in any danger, but I can't help but feel stressed about it anyway. People are in this horrendous panic for their jobs, and while it's easy to see why, there's no reason to let your stresses pour out into other people's work flow.

"There is no money for raises."

This means only the account executives are getting bonuses this year. Frankly, I don't care, as I still get OT.

Nostradamus was a fucking hack.

Sometimes I feel normal. And by normal, I mean the stereotype we all adhere to. As if we fit in, as if we belong. It sometimes occurs that we seem to belong, then we'll let our expectations of self and other guide us in how we act. This is where the pain of disappointment will become your best friend.

The road to happiness is to shed yourself of expectations and live in the present. However, the problem arises that you're often the only one trying to shed these, and your peers insist on adherence to their ideals. Life becomes full of expectations, explanations, exponential levels of stress. I abhor explaining things. Not because I lack the desire to educate, but I see too often the lack of desire to learn. People would rather you go through the motions of having you tell your whole story so they can point out some flaw in your logic, some minor point that they can then use as a basis to "destroy" your entire construct. As such, I've often ended conversations with the phrase, "And that's why you're an idiot."

My humor is dry. I daren't say sarcastic, as I often don't have the necessary conversations for sarcasm. I'd say I get to use all of my good sarcasm on dom, or to myself. I'm not going to go into what sarcasm is. If you don't know by now, hang yourself. If you think you know, look it up anyway. Also, hang yourself.

I'm done now.

They constantly show the Antichrist on the history channel. And he looks nothing like me. I really have nothing of merit to write.

I like tacos.

It's hard to talk about my feelings, emotions. I have a difficult time with this, as frankly, i view them as wastes of time. I spend more of my time trying to adhere my emotions to a preset paradigm, than actually having genuine emotions.

I have attempted to make my life a series of bookended experiences, relationships, events. High school. college. freedom. work. for the first time, though, i've found that i can control my mood swings by immersing myself in work. I'm not amazing at what i can do, but i can do a lot and that keeps me covered.

if there's anything that life has taught me, it's that you need to do what you want, when you want to do it, and let nothing stand in your way. well, here's a quandary, what if all you want to do isn't a solo experience? what if, after being a hermit, you want to play a game of chess? do you play by yourself? what if you want to share experiences with someone? should you limit offering those experiences to someone you want to do them with? or should you take the first person that says ok?

depending on what year it is when you ask me that question, you'd get a different answer every time. my mind is like silly putty, malleable, slightly sticky, and you can impress things upon it. also, it can drastically alter its shape at the drop of a hat. i have fallen in and out of love with more women than i can remember. i've had the great privilege of pursuing relationships with some of these women, and others have thrown up their proverbial walls to me. i bear no ill will against any of these women, frankly, i don't see how anyone who can, over time, keep a grudge against a partner. maybe i'm just lazy.

work is good. the economy is in turmoil, and my creative director was just let go. however, it should be noted that these two things are not related. he was let go, because he's extremely talented, and talent is hard to work with. i should know, i sometime pretend to have it. But, due to some excellent leadership at the executive level, it doesn't seem like there will be any major layoffs this coming year. i really think we just lucked out with our client base.

that's it. fuck you, dom.

Dear Long Island,

Let's hope I don't have to come back here again. I find you extremely boring, and otherwise lacking life. I would rather be sitting in Brooklyn with a shotgun in my mouth.

Love,
Rob

http://gallery.me.com/esotericmynd/100023

Yeah, I live in Williamsburg now. It's a hip area. I'm the fattest person around for miles. Job's still pretty good, starting to come to a head. Don't know how much longer I'll be staying here.

I have to say, despite the amount of time that I've had this laptop, this may be the first time that i'm using it out in my living room. For some reason, after a firmware update, my shit-o-matic router lost signal strength. Oh well.

Update?

I work. I'm an animator and web designer for a small b2b advertising company. The majority of my work consists of less than stellar web banners and portfolio site design.

CFA Banners
SOP Banners
Sitelet

The work isn't bad, it's just hard to get really kick ass when our clients are old fashioned bankers.

Live. I'm currently looking to move from Long Island to Brooklyn. I can't stand the commute from Long Island, and need a change of pace.

Yeah, that's all I've got. Let's hear it, for Primus.

I make people cry.

Come along, you belong, fill the fizz of Koo Koo Cola.

My father's been in and out of the hospital for over a month now. Nothing new is happening in my life. Well, not that I can recall. I blame all the drugs I used to take.

I received a bonus today. Yeah, I've only been here for 3 months, but I got a bonus.

And it's official. Your college education was a waste of time.

Someone is killing the cast of SeaQuest, albeit very slowly! With the recent suspicious death of Roy Scheider, my brain cells began to fire. So, I compiled a list of all the major cast and what I found shocked me. (And by compiled, I mean ripped from WikiPedia)
Who is killing the cast of SeaQuest?!? Why is he taking so long????? HE MUST BE STOPPED!

Actor	Character	DoD	Cause
Roy Scheider	Captain Nathan Bridger	February, 10 2008	Staph infection
Jonathan Brandis	Lucas Wolenczak	November 12, 2003	Suicide
Royce D. Applegate	Chief Manilow Crocker	January 1, 2003	Fire
Stephanie Beacham	Dr. Kristin Westphalen
Stacy Haiduk	Lt. Commander Katherine Hitchcock
Don Franklin	Commander Jonathan Ford
John D'Aquino	Lieutenant Benjamin Krieg
Ted Raimi	Lieutenant Tim O'Neill
Marco Sanchez	Sensor Chief Miguel Ortiz
Rosalind Allen	Dr. Wendy Smith
Kathy Evison	Lieutenant Lonnie Henderson
Edward Kerr	Lieutenant James Brody
Peter DeLuise	Dagwood
Michael DeLuise	Seaman Anthony Piccolo
Michael Ironside	Captain Oliver Hudson
Elise Neal	Lieutenant J.J. Fredericks
Frank Welker	Darwin