There's maintenance man a-foot...

...and thank the jeebus he worked his wonders to restore life to our central air conditioning on Tuesday (gloray gloray hall-ay-looo-jah!). Else I would not be sitting before you, 'lest I lounge in the apartment's Club House, drinking New Castle and reading. Not such a bad idea, anyway, but smoking and Evan Williams right here begets. Rank your priorities.

Sue Jeffers was endorsed by the RLC--Rep. Ron Paul and Bob Barr's insurgent club. Huzzah! Of which, chance I may be in attendance of the RPM State Convention this coming weekend. I'd better wear my helmet *and* my AFDB.

Weekend after, out in yonder eighth to eleventh, MacKinney, Luke and I set out for the wilderness for firearms, fire, drink, and no running water. This will balance out Kari's absence; she'll be vacationing with family in Florida. Ew, Florida.

average MacKinney myspace bulletins/day: 8. Snip, snip, splat. Snip, snip, splat.
-Brenn

Worse than any beast.

The thermostat reads ninety Fahrenheit, right now, but only because it doesn't count over ninety. Apparently some time throughout the course of our cookout at Rex and MacKinney's place last night, our central air decided to give out, and is it sweltering. Apartment emergency won't consider AC outage 'less there is a medical reason. DAMN YOU, MEMORIAL DAY! Kari and I decided to pass a good part of the late afternoon/evening at Fern's, to once again enjoy [freeload, less the meal we paid for] the luxury of coolant. Tonight's attempt at sleep will be a heinous experience.

Despite Luke being out of town, the skirt, Rex, MacKinney, Dan, Clint and I seeked blotto on Saturday. Last night's cookout was a tremendous evening, too, even if we didn't manage to float the baby 8g keg.

I am going to stick my head in the fridge for a bit, and pray I don't die of a heat stroke.

wring,
-Brenn

Take THAT, economy!

Thursday I finally felt the heat, and ditched the last of my share investments, less my 401k. To celebrate, I acquired my first Krugerrand. With the landing of the stock check, I aim to purchase more, in addition to setting aside a touch for an AR15 I aim to pick up later in the year. Liquid readiness!

Watched old episodes of "Our Gang (Hal's Rascals)" all Thursday night...forgot how priceless it was. In our Friday-vacation exploits, the skirt and I gallivanted about the northwestern burbs, inclusive in a few drinks with Daniel Malice, and a visit to Cheapo, where I ran into a familiar, yet graying chap I shared employment with at Cee-Dee Warehouse. If I had to scale the bitter fuel between my job there, and my dive into anti-state politics, I'd be dangling from a rafter in the laundry room before I could offer a comparison digit.

On the headache note, the example-petition for statewide ballot access the Secretary of State's office sent us this week includes a column for State Legislative District, and a blank at the top of the form indicating that only one legislative district can be included on each signature sheet. From our inquiries, we have not been able to get a straight answer. Do you know your legislative district? I don't blush when I say I have to look up mine--think of how your average signer would react. Though we're not sure if this is a spin on gerrymandering, or hesitant misinformation on behalf of the SOS, but should be finding out soon.

Yankin' anchor for the remainder of the weekend--having folks to the Cathedral Hill abode for some libations and shanties this evening, and to Rex and MacKinney's place tomorrow for a keg and a cookout. Toss your hat if you're interested, and your application will be considered by the organization committee.

"I get bored...IN THE FLAT FIELD!"
-Brenn

comical and repaired for accuracy:

In reference to an inquiry I placed to MacKinney yestereve surrounding MemDay events:

LB: "Kari and I should get together with you and Rex...any ideas?"
JM: "Dinner and a movie?"
[oft a corny JM 'busy hands' reference here]
JM: "Burn, blow something up?"
LB: "Dinner and a movie? Lame."
JM: "How about an 8-ball a piece, a couple hundred Oxy's and a case of Evan Williams?"
LB: "Why don't we pick up a bottle of laudanum and have a round of faro?"

The new pAper chAse is pretty smeggin' excellent. Release date 06/06/06. Oops.

-Brenn

I couldn't help it...

Our story begins last Friday, May nineteenth, with the much-anticipated arrival of our new home Culligan drinking water dispenser. Luke was more ecstatic than anybody, to quote "shaking with excitement" for the evening set-up.

Throughout the weekend, the reserves of the initial five-gallon jug began to dwindle, and with it, Luke's passion for Culligan. He cursed its presence upon his every re-entry to the apartment, growing bitter-still, only to reach Monday's climax, A THIRD of it remaining...an artists' rendition:

Hide!

I've got the Illuminatus! Trilogy over my head, and about to set mast for a hardcover copy of The Book of the Sub Genius. It is of the utmost importance that I have it read before July 5th.

Are you in prison yet? It's the new hip thing. As we speak, our outdoor ones are being prepared. Don't worry--if you're late in joining the trend, they can always put you up in the new Twins stadium.

"At mid-year 2005, nearly 4.7 percent of black men, nearly 2 percent of Hispanic men, and 0.7 percent of white men nationwide were in a prison or jail."

Where will you be when you wake up? Will Rex and Lee avoid the first wave? Will there be a massive, lethal fence erected around New Hampshire? What the heck am I going to do Memorial Day weekend?

I don't have any answers,
-Brenn

supersweetcheesecakeicing

12 TRUCKS, 12 BUCKS, THATS'A BUCK-A-TRUCK!

Comply, COMPLY!

Oh boy oh boy--look! The Ministry of Love has a new toy! From the people who brought you "sonic crowd control" and "microwave crowd control", THE OPTICAL INCAPACITATOR! Coming to a metropolitan area NEAR YOU!

"Army Lt. Col. Barry Venable, a Pentagon spokesman, defended its use as legal and said the devices were intended to prevent civilians from being shot."

dreadfully disconcerted,
-Brenn

pee-ess: "We're watching you, because we love you! Tee-hee!"

fnord.

Yup.

See you this weekend, inall elsecase.

casket in quicksand

All right everybody...BÖC versus BTO + 1 Tal Bachman? I think the answer is easy. Comment, kids.

I'm kicking around Monday's mortar with hopes of escaping work alive tomorrow. If so, I get to hang out with the skirt! Otherwise, in recent memory, Luke, broom clutched in-hand, and I stared in utter horror at a centipede in our kitchen. If this is Luke reading this, I'll bet you're shivering right now.

Have to keep my outdoor hat on all week, between having ran errands this evening, potentially visiting the local grocer with Kari tomorrow, two meetings on Wednesday, and the weekend loaded with elsewhile meetings and system testing.

Short snippet of anonymous poly-exchange conversation over this previous poker table with reference to a friend present, who was dee-dubbed on a .082 a short while back, after telling us about the courts, classes, showing fealty, etc:
"...and you aren't a libertarian yet? This is serfdom."
"naww, man, naww."
"Shit, fifty years ago they would have escorted you home and waved!"
"They still do if you're a politician."
_______________________________________________________________

In reference to the REAL ID Act, passed in May of 2005, well-in effect in Minnesota, and NOT OPTIONAL amongst the Several States come late ought-eight:

"Rep. David Dreier's new bill will not create a new national identification card.

Oh sure, it will add a magnetic identification strip and identifying photo to your existing Social Security card, and you'll be required to present the new card for identification any time you want to apply for a new job. At that point, your prospective employer would then check the identification listed on your card against a national database which identifies eligible employees.

But Rep. Dreier's bill will not create a national identification card. How do I know?

The card will say so! Look:

To offset fears of government intrusion, the card would be clearly marked, 'This is not a national ID card,' Dreier said."

_____________________________________________________

choke on it,
-Brenn

Duck-Duck and Iggy.

See what Tommy J (1791) has to say?
"If the American people ever allow the banks to control issuance of their currency, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that grow up around them will deprive the people of all property until their children will wake up homeless on the continent their fathers occupied."

FECKED! Oops. Good thing we don't put him on 2's anymore.

The Fed notches up the Key, the Bull sniffles and turns around. The commodities never stop, though. Silver partied past 15/Troy, gold 720. It isn't stopping any time soon, either, folks.

Meanwhile, my employer is being accused of being in cahoots with Big Brother. I might as well become a shock troop, or work for the JBT's. Sad face.

Things have been a'bustle. Discovered that a good (or Evil...) friend of mine had forgotten to mention that he's betrothed (I had to spot the rock!). Congrats, and keep the chain loose! Possible major staff change coming with Sue Jeffers' campaign, meetings otherwise. Non-compliant smokers' meetup tomorrow evening, poker or the Wheelies on Saturday. If not, I think Brother Hutch and Will are throwing unrelated soiree, too. Cut me in four!

in four,
Brenn
yim: closethestate

pee-ess: not the prettiest site on the Internets, but worth a while.

au jus

My, I'm tardy.

Keep shouting and voting, but keep your slides an' bores clean. Hope we don't have to vote from the rooftops inna half-dozen years. In the meantime, as they say, 'every home is wired'. You visit here; they know you, too!

Used my check card four times this last Saturday. Dirty, dirty cashless grid. Though it's hard not to, when you've probably made a big spot on the map already.

Speaking of marks on The Grid, Sue is making hers. Take the time to put scores of commentary on the bloggers who post about her, regardless in pertinence to your plans for November. She is the only choice better than NOTA, though I know many of you will argue that point.

Can't get too excited about the new Tool cee-dee, though it is superb. Been too darned souped up on pAper chAse and Porcupine Tree.

AHOY, towards a weekend, over speedy work-week; smokers' meetup and a'gamblin'. Don your helmets and all-aboard the short bus. Make mush of mush.

drop that gavel!
-Brenn

You asked for it, chaunce.

The gaping wound in my left opposable digit is almost sealed. I look forward to the day in which showers aren't so clumsy; there's competence in tying shoes again.

Luke and I exchanged email correspondence in regards to the State Senate's stadium circus this morning, and I went out of my way to hoard my last reply:

"I am not going to cheer a referendum even if it's the legislature considering my own execution.

The goal isn't to not have this particular tax go into effect through means of a referendum. It's a dime in the mighty sack of nickels we get walloped with every day.
The people are unwise, unwitting, mobminds. The legislature doesn't give a hoot about anybody outside of their constituency, and sometimes doesn't give a hoot about their own constituency, either. The County Commission and City Councils are largely made up of self-preserving diabolical hooligans.

Direct Democracy is a far worse idea than a stadium tax."

Albeit both detrimental ideas. Looks like we (you and I) may be paying for an even greater, bigger, stupid mall. It is not, nor it cannot come to good.

Meanwhile, on another continent:

"The new surveillance system will hold all license-plate records for at least two years. ... Each record will include time, date, and precise location. ... All vehicles will also be checked to see whether or not they are lawfully registered, insured, and have a valid emissions test certificate."

Socialized medicine, bad food, and paper-thin self-defense rights are bad enough...and some of you people ask me why I have no aspiration to walk the other nation-states overseas.

oh, hemlock,
-Brenn