Well, this is my last post on this computer. I'm packing it up tommorrow to sell before I leave. What will I do without a computer!!! No worries, though.. Jim has plenty and it will definitely be a priority of mine, once I'm back on my financial feet to purchase another. My blogging has slipped back into boring short dribble lately. Some may say. "lately?" I say, "suck my..." no I don't, I just shrug my shoulders and don't say anything. Sort of how I blog. I remember surfing the net and providing links and speaking occasionally about life and embarassing the hell out of myself with drunken posts... What's happened to me? I've turned into a PC (two meanings on the PC) zombie. I really am embarrassed for myself. I haven't been creating any art in the last three years either. I sure wish my brain would come back. It's not like I'm doing anything more important, so where the hell is my brain? My creativity is gone. I can't even pick up a fiction book... I used to love 'em. I stare at the cover and decide it would be a waste of my time. Like I said before, "I'm not doing anything important!" I'm hoping that seeing old friends might pull me out of this funk, but I know it all comes down to a decision from me to save me. I'm not apologizing for my blogs, I'm just saying that I too, recognize how fucking boring they are. I'm not going to worry about it too much though. Everyone blogs in a different way and just as darkness helps us appreciate the light, boring helps us appreciate the facinating. Here's my favorite commercial in England to make up for the lack of entertainment in this last forced blog from this place. After you enter the site, visit Great Britain and play the Dream Club Ad. They might show it in the States also, but if so, it's always worth a second watch.

Chistopher - "Love Shack, baby Love Shack!!" (Sorry, it's the psychotic, axe-wielding, circus clown in my head that made me do that.)

I'll be leaving England on the 4th of November and landing in New York around noonish... I want to visit the WTC for awhile and then I'll take a bus from there to Indy. Thankyou Jim S. for all your support for me in this move.

Well, I don't think register.com was that fast at locating the new server from this site, but I have moved it none the less. It's up for now, but it will switch to our new server soon. Bluemarble just isn't reliable anymore so we've been temporarily moved to the Greenforge server in Liverpool. As soon as Jimmy's server is up, (and I haven't even asked Jimmy, but I'm assuming) we'll switch over to his server and then we will have more control over our stability. Sort of the same reason I'm moving back to the States in light of my financial situation. Anyway, I think all around I'm making the right choices. LONG LIVE THE DRUNKENFISH!!!!

Whew, what a hangover. Did you say something John? Love? Of course brother, unconditionally. That's always a given.

Well, it's official. I'm leaving England. We gave it a good shot and the company is still going to be in place, but it's going dormat for awhile. I don't think I will be involved in it's revival when that time comes, but who knows. I don't have any details yet, but I believe I will be landing in Indianapolis in late November or early December and then driving with JimS. down to West Palm Beach, Florida, where I'm planning to live. As far as a job? Damn, got me there. My guess is that I'll probably deliver pizza for a month or so until I find a computer tech job. I'll probably try to put web sites together from here out on a per project basis for extra cash. Moving is always such a bitch. From the moment I decide to move to the moment I'm sitting alone on my new home's floor with a beer in my hand, I'm never quite myself. I just go into transfer mode with all my thoughts bent on scanning my memories and analyzing posibilites. I remember Sting said something very simple in an interview once that always has stuck with me. (I'm paraphrasing here) "I think the greatest beauty in life is not knowing what is around the corner."

Todo Hardbottle here. Is that a Heidi I see stirring about in the drunkenbattleblog? Cool. I haven't been there for awhile as a legit drunk, because I guess I've gained some respect for myself. NOT! I've just been too drunk to type.

Sorry to hear about the eye trouble Di. Those only occur to me when I have dates.

Phil - Let it out brother! I identify with your current situation. Hope things turn up on the flip side. They usually do.

Liz - I agree that there is a certain stress level created by all these terrible events.. Not to give terrorism it's prime objective, but it really does do what it is meant to do. Hopefully, this blogging community helps us realize that that stress is real, it can affect our daily lives, and that we can overcome it. (Don't mean to sound like Dr. BuddaBen)

Ned - Two negative numbers multiplied together produce a positive number because Jesus wants it that way.

Welcome back dumbass! *sniffle, sniffle* I feel like the whole family is back together again.

Welcome back Sonya, you were missed. I hope you and Sean enjoy your new location amongst good friends.

When I arrived here, I was presented with a common English dish, Beans and Toast. To me, two starches just do not go together in one dish. Over the year that I've been here though, I've noticed that when I'm low on groceries, the two things left in the cupboard are, you guessed it, bread and beans. When in Rome, I suppose.

I may be way over simplifying this, but it sure would be nice if a respected Islamic figure would stand up and denounce Osama bin Laden as not representing the Islamic faith. I think that would do alot for allowing muslims around the world to realize that this isn't a fight of the west against Islam.

I'm just the kind of dude to ruin a good thing by over doing it, but here's another test. This one's short and stupid, but I love Selma so I had to share.

The Simpson's character I'm most like is: Selma Bouvier

Thanks for thinking of me Liz! I wouldn't want anyone to go through that much trouble for me though. I'll just have to concentrate on learning how to use the spray.

Osama bin Laden has financed the Taliban and is so close to them that he has even married off one of his own daughters to the leader of the Taliban, Mullah Muhammad Omar. The Taliban have provided refuge for bin Laden since 1994 while terrorist camps producing holy warriors on a holy war against the U.S. have been steadily growing in production. I'm convinced that we need to do something about this. I hope that more permanent lines of aid can be provided for the Afghan people after we gain further control of the area. The people of Afghanistan certainly have my sympathy for the suffering they have been going through for such a long time, but Bush would go down as the idiot of the millinium if he didn't do anything about terrorism, given this opportunity of more world support than we have ever had on the issue. I support the U.S. efforts to destroy terrorist strongholds and believe we must send a clear warning to those that support these networks. I suppose that I will have problems with various steps along the way, but I feel it would be naive to suggest that we should only negotiate without action.

I'm sorry for being so trivial in such serious times, but are those stitches on Bush's head? I cannot even approach the events that are happening this evening... I just have to wait and watch. I think and hope that we are doing the right thing.

I can't find stick deodorant anywhere in England and have been forced to learn the complicated task of using spray. I just failed my first lesson by not noticing the spray nozzle was pointed in the wrong direction. Nothing like a quick burst of butane to the eye to make a person feel stupid. I hope this twitch won't be permanent. I've been trying to use roll-on, but I've lost most of my underarm hair by very painfully removing them one hair per morning. Can't I just take a pill to hide my smell? Why did I just tell everyone that? I also, blame the coffee.

Welcome Di-Havanna... I hope she finds this forum is what she needs to post her thoughts. By the way, Diana, there is no such thing as a private conversation here.

Sonya - I know exactly what you mean when you say that you appreciate him not making you feel guilty. There are homeless all over the place here and some who sell what is called "The Big Issue". I'm assuming it's England's version of "Streetwise", but I've never seen Streetwise. I went through various modes of thought through the years on my approach to beggars. I used to to think as I walked through inner city Atlanta to go to school or work, that there is no way I can give out change everyday to all these people with their hands out. There's just way too many of them. At that point, I just made it a general rule to ignore them at all times. I know life must be hard for them to be out there doing that... I never have taken the notion that they were getting a free ride off of society. Anyway, later in life, I realized that my policy to protect the change in my pockets had become fairly rigid. Why not hand out change when I can? The only steadfast rules I follow now on panhandlers is 1. I don't give people change unless I am alone. 2. I don't give change to those who follow me or are anything but humble in their position. I have various reasons for both of those rules and following them allows me to hand over a couple of quid a week and have a few very, very brief pleasant conversations.