I have had a semi-epiphany.

Now your probably thinking that this is just another one of my shitty ideas but this is different, coz' it ain't an idea about a project.
At least not really. It's an idea about the ideas I have for projects.
What is the one problem that I ALWAYS have when it comes to projects?
The lack of funding. I have no cash for this shit.

This is what my semi-epiphany is about.
I don't like to restrict myself, so previously I have avoided setting any perameters for what I can and cannot do. This time however, I'm giving myself one tinsy winsy restriction: a budget.

This time the sky ain't the limit in the financial department. From now on I will be working only on stuff that is very cost efficient and organized. This is completely different from what I've done before.

Here's my issue: because of my new restriction, I will have to put all of my previous projects on indefinite hold. These include but are not limited to:

• The Pimped out, rocket/motorcycle engine powered Radio Flyer


• The Pirate Radio Station


• Turning my upper deck into a Pirate ship (see above)


• Making my room the epicenter of Modern design and counterculture


• Transforming into the Urban Cowboy

Although I am sad that I have to put these projects on hold, I'm glad that I have a new path and frontier to conquer, and a fresh start to keep me motivated.
In the words of Monster Garages Jesse James: "Damn, that's bitchin'."

So John Kerry gave his speech last night at the Democratic National Convention, and I must say that he was alright. He didn't let the crowd clap enough, which may have hurt him. He did have lots of really good quotes though, and those should help him in the fall. Here is my ranking of the best speeches given at this year's DNC:

1. Barack Obama
   Good speech, appealed to a broad audiance, performed under pressure; very good keynote address


2. Hillary Clinton
   Not the most important speech, but a very, very good one; even though she was just introducing someone, she managed to bring up many good points


3. Al Sharpton
   Not only the funniest speech I saw, it was probably the most motivating, in a weird, Al Sharpton-type of way; he combind preachy-volume and buildup with harsh critisism of Bush- just what the doctor ordered

NEW MUSIC PAGE!

Tropicana Pink Lemonade = Pure Shit
They call this a liquid?! It's fucking sugar! And I don't mean liquid sugar either, I mean real whole solid sugar; I felt it in my mouth. Now that is just not right. I started sweating after I had two sips, even though it's caffeine free, non-carbonated, and I wasn't on eBay. Speaking of pure shit, I saw "The Rundown" with the Rock today and it sucked almost as much.

Semi-cliches are the next big thing.

News Flash: If we had better space program, then we could get rid of all of our Nuclear waste easy, but instead we have to put it in some mountain for 10,000 years. Not to mention transport it through Chicago.

Quick Tip: IKEA is great cause they have modern furniture and Swedish meatballs. Everything I need to forget I'm in America for 3 hours.

I Need to play poker. I haven't played in fricken forever. When we seein' Will Smith?

Check out the Stuff page, its got News for the New. I need to get that webcam... best part about it is that I can take it anywhere where theres a net connection and still upload it to the site. That means I could hide it in someones house and watch them eat dinner. Or watch people in Starbucks. Or I we could have battles and turn em into a web-show. We could build forts and shit. And Catapults!

NEW IDEA:

A MOCK WARFARE LEAGUE!

We have people make teams and then they get to spend one day making their fort on a field with the other teams. They would be evenly spaced apart. Then the next day they would do battle, and the team with the last fort standing wins.

If Competence is in the eye of the beholder, then this world is truely not controlled by anyone. Not that it ever was or is today, but the whole idea of any one person or group having control over a large amount of something that isn't their's is fundamentaly flawed. As of matter of fact, control itself is meaningless. This is no epiphany, but think about it. If someone says they control the town over there, where towns people live and do business, what puts them in control. If someone twists your arm and tells you to suck it, or puts a gun to your head and tells you to give 'em the money, how are they in control. If it was your life plan to be robbed, wouldn't you be then in control, by being able to munipulate life events and control them so that you eventually are mugged? Control is like many other ideas that make up our society: meaningless, powerful and efficent.

Why do I bring this up? Cause it popped into my head.

The Radio Flyer may very well become one of my life's great works. Most likely my life's only great work. And it is indeed Great. Pointless shmucks can't compete.

QUESTION:
Am I the only person of the people who read this that dosen't wear jeans or denim in general? I can't stand jeans, coz' they never fit and are stiff as hell, not to mention heavy. Khakis kick ass. They are flexible, light weight, and I couldn't care less if they get dirty. Jeans on the other hand naturaly look dirty, so they need to be constantly washed. Dirt enhances Khakis, and accents their already stylin' selves.

I bring this up because I want to get a pair of batwing chaps for the holidays, and being classic Cowboy wear, they look better when worn with jeans. So I will have to break this paradigm, and become the Khakin Cowboy, Urban Defender of the Undefended!

Regrets:
The lassoing bet is off cause I have other more important matters to pursue, mainly being the Radio Flyer and getting in shape. If anyone has a problem with that, then I shall challenge them to a one-on-one duel.

Roundtrip ticket to Grandparent's house: $138
Gas money for 8 passenger Minivan: $49
Two nights in Best Suites Hotel: $73
Wedding gift with card: $405
200 Republican relatives with nothing to talk about: Priceless

Some things money can't buy. But Hell on Earth sure isn't one of them.


Ahh, the joys of childhood. John Kerry has picked John Edwards as his running mate, and already Fox News has people commenting on their possible homosexual relationship. I have final realized how destructive politics are in this country. Politics make this country weak by dividing us, and that is why this nation is suffering. Countries can achieve great things when united, or fuck up really bad when not. Rush Limbaugh makes me sick. So does the flu.

Once upon a time, there was a little duck. One day, this duck went to see his uncle. When he saw his uncle outside his house fishing, the duck quacked, "Uncle!" The little duck's uncle looked up and saw his nephew, and greeted him with open wings. Then a hunter shot the uncle. And so the little duck ran back to his home and called the FBI. Soon a crime seen was setup where the shooting had occured. Apparently this was not the first shooting, and the FBI was already hot on the tail of the renegade hunter. And so the FBI asked Congress to pass a bill that would require all citizens to have an I.D. card, that they must carry with them at all times. This way, the FBI could track down the hunter easier. Soon the FBI needed mroe help, and called the CIA. They put a spending bill through Congress as part of the Department of Defenses "Black Budget" that would allow them to tap and record all phone, mail, and electronic forms of communication without authorization. Soon the FBI caught the hunter, and publicised the story widely, to gain public support for the agency. However, even though renegade hunters were not at large and crime rates were down to an all time low, the FBI and CIA asked Congress to repass the old bills. Congress did as they were told, fearing that questioning the bill would cause them to loose public support in the next election. And so the little duck grew old, and soon he became an uncle as well. But he was run over by a semi on I-94, and was squashed like a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich in a second graders lunch.

Weather is weather. No getting around it. I'm done with that shit. I was stuck on the god damn plane for an hour because of a rain delay from a thunderstorm. Fat toes- don't need rings. Words of California's biggest J-E-L-L-O fan, the one and only Mr. P.

Radio Flyer Update:
I'm working on the chassis right now, trying to incorporate different aspects of the Radio Flyer body and design. This will most likely be the second longest phase, next to building it. Once I finish the main designs I'll need a drafter to help me clean 'em up. Right now we cannot and will not call this a go kart. Why? Because a Radio Flyer deserves better. Way better.

I'm in Michigain, so thats why I haven't written in a while. I officially am scared of WalMart. The people in that place give me the heeby-jeebies. I've met more republicans that want to destroy free speech for liberals while thinking that they are fighting for freedom by supporting the war than I ever want to meet again unless I'm drunk as a skunk and need a fight to pick with a pitch fork and a launtern. Speaking of lawnmowers, I took apart one two days before tommorow's yesterday, and put it back together. And it ran. Very very well. So well that I have been inspired (you know where this is going) to begin another project, by reviving an old one. Yes ladies and gents,

THE RADIO FLYER HAS RETURNED!

Instead of it being rocket powered however, it will use a lawnmower engine. It might even be finished in time for Mexican Independence Day! I have many stories to tell when I return home, which will be on the 18th I believe, ranging from kick ass relatives to non-kick ass cleaning ladies.

I hate to do admit it, but for the time being, meaning TEMPORARILY, I do have a [the crowd cringes] cell phone. If anyone happens to have an emergency requiring aid concering nail polich to carburators, please descretely drop me a line at 773-314-6608. You can also e-mail me at 7733146608@vmobl.com