Heidi - um.... what John said. It might not be original, but I feel the same way. I don't correspond with you much, but I always read your posts and I think you are a very positive influence for me. I wish you the best of birthdays. By the way, you have a very bright yellow aura. I can tell, even though I've never met you. Cheers.

Clay, John, Ned - Sorry my memory doesn't go back that far anymore. All I remember from the moody blues concert was John pouring a beer into the Sangria on the back of the truck and everyone getting pissed off. I remember Clay carefully explaining to John, as if he were a child, why he shouldn't have poured that beer in there. I faintly remember not being able to get into the venue for the concert and hanging out near a gazebo type of thing and listening to the music from afar. That's about it. Anyway, I'm sure I had fun. Don't remember who all was there besides those two. I do have to mention though that I think we, meaning Clay and I, went to more than one moody blues concert and thereby may have had two separate adventures; one with John, one with Ned.. or maybe two with both... I hope this helped us all understand... I'll shut up now.

Jim S. - Sorry, I didn't say it before... Congrats on the new job! I've not said much because it's just typical Jim. Keep on conquering my friend.

Liz, Heather - Kewlllll.... new domain for Liz, and for Heather.

Jim A. - You're such a good dude. I know the drunkenfish is a wild unpredictable beast, but you stay in spirit always and I am very appreciative. Thank you. Through trial and error, eventually we'll get some posters who actually stay... you'll see. Also I'd like to say, "damn, that is a cute baby... are you sure there wasn't some kind of mix up at the hospital?"

Amos - I probably shouldn't chime in here, because I don't have any suggestions, but I'm looking for a sci-fi writer with the same convictions as Ursula LeGuin (sp?) in fantasy. I've never found them. It all seems to turn into soap opera crap that could be placed anywhere in time. I guess my suggestion, out of ignorance of what is around now, is to go back to Issac Asimov or David Niven. Someone, help me find good sci-fi, please.

Amy - Whoa! is that Motor Girrrrrrl going pink? Kinda girrly isn't it? I'm just giving you shit 'cause you said you'd be changing it soon.

Sonya - Love the art. At first I thought it was a photograph and then I had to look at it a sec and I thought, wow... what a powerful view of visual CBD perspective.

Ben - I had one of those deep but painfully simplistic dreams last night, that I was crying and my mom came up to me and asked why I was crying. I said, "It's nothing, it's stupid really, it's not worth telling you." She said, "C'mon tell me, what was it?" I said, "For some strange reason, I'm feeling distressed from the thought of how much pain has been distributed throughout the human race throughout time because of pure ignorance and lack of communication." She smiled and said to me "I know what your feeling. It's all true and you should know that feeling, but don't dwell on it. It doesn't help you to dwell on that."
Well, I woke up. Not much of a dream, but somehow I awakened feeling extremely naive and lost in the world and it took me a few minutes and a cup of coffee to feel more in touch (or less, not sure). Just thought I'd share. (I'm not trying to be deep here, I'm just telling the dream as it happened.) I've been off balance all day. I talked to Chris today at a Cafe about some personal things in life that troubled me, but I didn't really feel like it was me telling him this. I was wandering somewhere above, looking down, and thinking "is this real?" I didn't feel connected to my voice. I'm not a teen-ager, he doesn't want to hear my bullshit. Am I growing old enough to know that my problems are trivial or am I just realizing that sometimes I just talk to hear myself talk? I really don't know. Anyway, I used to feel better after confiding in others, but now I just get this really empty feeling that takes me a day or two to shrug off.

Sean - Tenacious D rocks! So that's how it's done... thanks, Jack Black.

I'm finding that Web Design entails alot of script writing. Duh... Why can't it just be about playing with pretty colors and inserting stolen pictures from the web... You mean you want your page to actually do something? Shit. I suppose it will get easier as we develop a library of these things over time. Hopefully, my lack of Java knowledge will improve as I bungle through simple scripts with the help of Chris. I'm sure I'll be crusin' the net, stealing whatever I can find that's close to what I need to make happen. sigh... I wonder if Pizza Hut is hiring.

Amos - that's the intro to a song called Pinkeye from Ween's "The Mollusk". I thought it sounded drunkenfishy enough to be the drunkenfish theme.

Clay - Welcome Bro! I told everyone of your appearance before but it was at the very end of a long day of posting so I don't know if anyone read down that far.

Ernie - I don't know you, but welcome to the drunkenfish. A friend of Jim Stewart is a friend of mine. I'll try to get some links up to your page sometime today.

Clay and Ernie - Be sure to check out The Tanque. Otherwise, the posting might seem a little confusing. Besides.... it's just great reading material.

Beautiful baby!!!

I've disconnected my setihome link on the main drunkenfish page because a gambling page has taken it over. I can't think of anything to combat it, so I'm just getting rid of the link until it comes back legit. I e-mailed a couple of possible interested parties. That's all I can think to do.

Well, I'm venturing into unknown land by inviting my beloved brother into the drunkenfish. I hope he stays with us. Welcome, Clay.

Shit, I didn't get much done today work wise. Cruisin' through insurance company webpages to get an idea on what I should do in designing one. On the otherhand though the Drunkenfish had a productive day. Had a blast reading on the drunkenbattleblog.

Check this out, Rob Corwin was just in a cool art show.

Hang in there George Harrison. It's been a rough decade for that man. When John Lennon died, Will Sibley and I spent weeks trying to show each other that we were bigger Lennon fans than the other by acting out a constant state of depression. I remember being truly hurt, but I was also aware that I was putting on a little more of a performance than was needed for the oscar.

Amos - Ethniklashistan is finally a solution from the U.N. that goes beyond the desires of the countries in power and focuses on the need for peace and stablity in our world. Oh yeah, and Amos, I just received a letter from President Bush saying he was going to send me a check for 300 bucks. Well, God bless President Bush! I always liked that guy.

John sent me some pictures the other day of him and his wife and "the unknown man" out in the bright light, beach, palm trees, etc... I'm thinking, cool, vacation pictures, but I keep forgeting he lives there. That's an everyday thing. Must be nice. ( Am I subconsciously pitching Florida again... what's with me? Maybe it's because here in beautiful Manchester England I haven't seen that yellow thingy in a while, what did they use to call it... oh yeah, THE SUN!!!)
By the way John, loved the nanotech articles. It makes one go wildly into futuristic tangents of thought. I think though that they are being a little misleading by talking about the very beginnings of the technology research happening within a decade and then without any reference of time, leaping to what nanotechnology, to my understanding of it, won't happen for another hundred years. One can envision dropping a drop of fluid from an eyedropper on top of a skyscraper (steel, ceramics, copper, glass, silicon, etc... ) and in that drop would contain thousands of tiny robotic assemblers, half of which are programed specifically to assemble more assemblers. What armed monster robotic army from hell, all carrying little vials of this fluid, could be formed from that. Probably one plenty big enough to take over airports and other transportation centers nearby to spread out through the world fairly quickly. yeeeeshhh! I know that's a pretty limited vision of nanotechnology, but hey, it's fun day dreaming about it.

alright, I'm starting to miss my daily Ned blog. Where has our hero wandered off to? Everyone needs their moment of peace and relaxation, but I'm a selfish person who needs his Ned fix! Ok... breath Ben.... Ned is a real person who needs the same things as you and everybody else does.... whewwwwwww... ok... I accept your absence Ned.... I'm ok with that.

There's really no mercy in the word mercenary, is there? Look at what the new nazi party is up to now. What are we allowing to happen? Can we honestly condemn the Germans for not seeing what was going on? Hopefully we can, and we'll change this before we are too deep in the shit. The domestic problems of this country should be handled within this country. We can't bully the world into solving our problems. Bush really is scaring me. Who is responsible for keeping his actions under control... us? Shit... how do we do that? It seems we've given him a free four year pass to play our system for everything he wants out of it. He's a crazy man. How do we impeach him before he does too much damage?

Cletus, grow up, will ya... You can't stay in mommy your entire childhood. Perhaps that may mean losing some of your comforts, but that's life. Welcome to the real world.

I get these patties out of a box and throw them on the grill. The front of the package says contains select cuts of 100% Beef, and of course the 100% Beef inside a picture of a blue ribbon is huge. So I'm thinking, cool... until I bite into it. Jesus! This can't be real beef. I flip the package over and see the multitude of ingredients. I flip back to the front and notice the word "contains" suddenly has a slightly different meaning to me. Bastards!

Sounding like I was pitching Florida there in yesterday's blog, but mainly I was just thinking of my dog. I'm on the wagon from booze and cigs. We'll see how long that lasts. Gotta shake up the old physical body and rejuvinate the soul every now and then. I think that if I could drink without smoking then I would never smoke again. Unfortunately...

I used to live in a house... in florida... a sanctuary in the middle of an urban wasteland... with my dog Louie. damn, what I would give to be back there now. Sorry, just remembering a nice moment in my life. I move on.

Some notes on Mars Blog:
I knew when I started that this was a little too involved of a project than I was willing to put the effort in for, but I went ahead with it anyway, because, what the hell, it's only a blog. Not too much lost if I give up or fail. Jim S. has hinted at wanting to keep a character journal on the same blog as Laika. I would very much like other writers on the Mars Blog. I'm afraid that if I just write it by myself that it will disappear in a month or so. Some guidelines, actually the only guideilines, is that I'd like to keep it believable. (Even though I'm hinting in my last post of a martian ecosystem beneath the surface, that doesn't necessarily mean that will happen.) Major issues that would affect everyone, should probably be bounced around a little first.) Also the writing should have a reason for being on Mars. I would rather not have a Deep Space Nine on my hands that is just a soap opera that could be just as easily in Beverly Hills instead of Mars. That all said, anyone who wants to start up their own character is cool with me to give it a shot for as long as they want to keep it up. If you want your character in a different city, career... all that's probably preferable, but I'd like to at least keep the time and dates for posts sychronized somewhat. I'll send a copy of the number of days in each month and an explanation of time units on Mars for those who are interested in writing. Basically you can look at the date and just add one day if you are posting on the next day in our time. It sounds like a huge effort to get involved in, but no love will be lost for anyone who starts and quits or writes incredibly bad or anything. The readers don't have to know who is writing what character story either. It will be your show, it's just for fun. I hope some take me up on the offer.

Wow, Heidi. I haven't heard the name Will Sibley in ages. I used to hang out at his house everyday from about 5th grade to 7th. We made an awful movie together and formed my first rock band where we mainly would just pose and mimic the Beatles. My parents finally baned me from seeing him because we played hooky from school in 7th and got drunk on Gin and orangejuice and rode the bed matresses down the stairs all day at his place. I'm not sure who told on me in that scenario, but even if it was Will, I forgive him. I had gotten away with it scott free until the Principal called my mom three days later. Cheers to Will, an old friend.

I've grown to love all the black and white movies they show on T.V. here. There's always some character with a silver flask, who always offers it to the hero. Some movies the hero takes a swig, others he politely declines. Just an uninteresting observation, I thought I'd pass on. By the way, Chris Hill, everyone here calls shopping carts, trolleys. I guess that makes everyday kind of funny in that way for me. I'm just casually wandering around in random fashion with today's post. A "cowboy" here is a hack. Took me a little while to figure that out, because it's very common to use the expression in commercials. Speaking of commercials, has anyone seen my favorite commercial of all times. It's a new Guiness ad shown here in Britain called The Dream Club Ad. Damn, I love that commercial. One last random note of pleasure, I told my Plumber as he was walking out the door to "have a good one." He paused in confusion for a second and then said with a smile, "Oh... right, Cheerio!"

flies... I don't know what to make of 'em. part of me want's to kill 'em. part of me wants to understand 'em. part of me wants to understand them and then slowly torture them into reality. I don't think that's too heathy an attitude. just a thought.

I love Jim and John so much sometimes it hurts. ok... I have to ruin it by saying that I'm drunk, but what are you going to do about it.

Strange days indeed, most peculiar mama. Maybe it was just my hangover, but I walked around the streets today with a psychic mind from hell. Every person I saw came a flood of information about that person. I'm guessing that it was all my imagination, but I felt as though I could see everyone for real. Strange indeed. An old man strolling along with his overloaded walker, full of groceries was walking next to me. At first, I felt pity, then I noticed he was jamming out with headphones to bob dylan. A whole wave of thought enveloped me. He had a smile on his face. I looked around and I saw a girl holding the hand of another girl and I noticed that she held a poster in her hand and that they were shopping together and were having fun. I started to look at all the people around me and realized I could tell a lot from just looking at them. All these people were, when it comes down to it, a lot like me. I had to just sit down on a wall and watch for a while. Why haven't I noticed this before? Maybe I've been a self-centered bastard all my life. Don't know... I seemed to be able to make up whole lives around all the people that I saw. Probably, way too much assuming, but it made all of these people real to me. Suddenly, I was not alone at all in this world. I could see the pain, joy, boredom, rage in all these people by casual observation. I'm still piecing all this together, but I can't explain what a revelation this morning was to me. I'm afraid this only shows my narrow tunnel vision I've had all my life, but I thought I'd relate the feeling somehow. anyway, I'm going to head off to the library again. I hope these thoughts don't turn into some bad acid trip kinda thing, because they feel intense to me. I hope it's just me growing up and that this particular feeling is just a natural human evolution thing that happens to everyone.

Sorry Jim, I just couldn't take it any longer with the 3's company theme. I'm just not man enough.

I've invited an old friend, Chris Hill, to join in on the drunkenfish fun, but as always I don't expect much posting because he is in the Navy and doesn't have the time to post regularly. Anyway, he's up and can post when he likes.

Well, I can't think of five albums I lick drunken wounds on, maybe it would be easier to think of 5 albums I listen to that I don't lick drunken wounds to. I listen to the white album definitely, and pink floyd's wish you were here, and R.E.M.'s Green, and Moody Blues' To our Children's Children's Children, although that seems a bit sappy musically. I guess to round that off I listen to John Lennon's Plastic Ono Band. Here are 5 songs that I've stolen from Napster that I tend to gravitate toward when I'm drunk as well.
1. SpaceShip - Sean Lennon
2. Girl From the North Country - Bob Dylan
3. Uncle Albert - Paul McCartney
4. Given To Fly - Pearl Jam
5. Baby Bitch - Ween

Sean - It's been on the news here that the conservative party is advocating the legalization of marijuana to separate it from the element of crime. Their philosophy, which makes sense to me, is that marijuana only leads to harsher drugs like heroin if the people who buy the pot have to buy it from the criminals who also are involved in other illegal sales of drugs. The conservative party? I don't get it, and am just assumming that either I'm just dreaming or that it is some desparate Tory scheme to recapture the youth vote.

Ughhhh!!!! Jimmy has hacked the main Drunkenfish page song! I'll leave it up for a while 'cause I'm still laughing at it.

Well, I finally get back online and blogger is down. Damn. I'll publish later I suppose. Man, it is good to be back. I can't believe I went more than a month without the internet. Did I learn new and exciting activities while I couldn't play on the net? No!!! I sat in my chair and stared at my computer in disgust the entire time. I'll try to start up the Mars Blog today and write in some excuse for why it has taken so long for our hero Laika to get there. Alot happened while I was gone, and I'll try to read back on some of it, but I'm sure alot of it will just have to be missed. I haven't started reading yet, but I'll start tonight.
My company hasn't started yet, but the pieces are coming together now and everyone is back from vacation so I'm starting to get excited. Soon, I could be actually working again. Never thought I wanted to work, but I am soooo bored that I trully would like to get started. I'm starting to see a little more of England now. I've been hanging out at the public library these days, because without money, that's the only place I can think of to hang out away from my apartment. Anyway, good to be back.