The Sage's Sickle

Mad World

Damn it...If the embedable player is going to fuck off and not work, here's a link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4N3N1MlvVc4

Random thoughts sitting here.

Like I said, sitting here, while waiting for the call of sleep. Listening to "Nativity in Black" a tribute to Black Sabbath, thinking of Mike. This is something I engage in often as there aren't to many areas of my life he hasn't impacted in some way or another. I find that thinking of him can be beneficial, or it can be a total bummer. 12 hours at work in a factory wondering why one of your best put a gun to his head and squeezed the trigger is a very long 12 hours indeed. Did he see what he was seeking? Was his destination clear as he received that chemical/mechanical orgasm as the hammer struck firing pin, struck primer, ignited powder, discharging that hot alloy payload, extinguishing the light that was the source of his torment? Fight fire with fire? Maybe, we'll never know. He was brilliant on his own ground and often the ground of others, bringing a perspective to a discussion no one had forseen. You often found yourself in deep shit if you started and argument lightly with him. Was it perhaps that brilliance which finally burned him down? He often tried to go in so many directions that he got no where fast. To much creativity not enough outlets, I feel fortunate now that I was able to help drain some of the energy along with Eddie in the form of music, or just a plain old fashion argument. The former taking place not often enough, while the latter ranged from the refreshing to the trying as points of view clashed.

I have meant for the last several months to call his father, sorry Steve! I have the deepest desire to speak with you as I said I would that day at the beach, one month after a wound was opened in each of us. If I'm still sore, I cannot imagine where you are. I will call, as soon as the tempest in my head calms down a bit. It's been something of a force 5 storm since Ed called that night, and has not relented. I don't think that it'll do either of us any good if I call and just cry in your ear, or maybe it would I just don't know if I have the balls to find out. I know some of the clan see's this page, or had done so upon a time. If you (Steve) hear about this or get to read it, I apologize for being a wretched weak ass. I should have called, and have been a selfish prick to have waited. I wonder if you need to talk as bad as I seem to. The tears making tracks down my face tell me that I might be onto something, at least so far as I am concerned. I feel as though a bit of the burden is lifted writing this. However it doesn't make up for the fact that I haven't yet done what I'd said I'd do....

Back From the Brink

Ed has finally wrested the Deleted Logic Domain name from the jaws that held it fast. Held it tight with nonsense and bullshit and static. Now we may carry on, remember and celebrate this arena that our Friend concieved.

Blowin' the dust off

2 months have passed, I just wanted to write something here so that the place doesn't get too rusty.

I'll come back when I have something a triffle more profound to say.

Michael John Sarver

I don't quite know what to say Mike. I know that you are already sorely missed. And will continue to be. This is very hard, mainly thinking of your Daughters. Yet in close second place is the questions you left behind. Was it a spur of the moment thing? Or was there some forethought? If that is the case why didn't you call someone? I know that I am several hundred miles away, but you are my brother and I would have done anything in my power to help or get you out of a jam, as I always have tried to do. I don't know. This is a common sentiment now, it passes the lips with incalcuable ease. Jesus, saying "I don't know" is the easiest thing about this.

All that I can say for now is I loved you like a brother and will mourn you the same.

Finally the Coyote might catch the Roadrunner

http://www.consumptionjunction.com/content/detail.asp?ID=48952&type=1&page=1

Behold the new Acme Lead Sled. Otherwise known as the Metal Storm. A company trying to get the attention of Government contracts...good luck to them....

Night of the Granny Smith

Per Mikey's request I shall put this story down for all time:

It was a normal night, no full moon, no solar flare, no drugs or alcohol to explain the strange behavior I witnessed. Dr. Reefer and I were at a supermarket in the Great and Shiny Town of Temecula, I don't recall why, probably pricing booze. We wander aimlessly among the aisles, the wares shiny under so much celophane and flourecent light. Two girls amble down the aisle, we check them out, not much going on, and go about our perusal of doritos or something. Just then from behind us :"You ladies come here often?" Slightly perturbed I looked down the aisle and the companions of the females had entered the snack section and were farting around with their girl(ish) friends; "Hey, yo-hoo, girls." Now the good Dr. did not remember the girls and thought that these 2 douche bags were yelling at us! He was muttering under his breath (and I understand the source of his anger, we had been similarly acosted before.) "Sonsabitches, I'm gonna fuck them up, mother fuckers...!" I tried to explain to him, yet he was not having any of it, he was to far gone in some primal berserker state, well not to primal. He followed the duo, who were following their girls, I tried to keep up with Dr. Reefer. We were now in the produce section, heres were the "not too primal" part comes in. The offenders of Reefer's honour were now nearing the exit, and he took this last opportunity to arm himself.with the first thing to be found at hand.....a medium to smallish grany smith apple.......

"What was that, you bitches?" was the battle cry, by this time they are too far out of earshot, and I am standing in front of him denouncing him a simple minded asshole, a jag-off freak, a monkey-assed-dog-fucker, and a man certain to be maimed by all four of the people he was about to thorw fruit at, cuz I wan't going to help and I was about to tell him why. I implored him to hear something very important that I had to say. The fury wanned as he looked at my eyes and saw the tone of utter seriousness. "WHAT, those cocksuckers are getting away, oh wait, cameras...shit!!!" "No" I said, "They weren't speaking to us."

"They...." "Yes, asshole, they weren't even talking to us and you were about to assault them with produce!"

Coming soon!!!!! Part 2 The Trip to In and out that almost wan't

what?!?!

Do you suddenly OBJECT to boobies? THE non-prescription prozac? you sir are the devil!

Boingy Boingy Boingy

http://www.big-boys.com/articles/jsimpsonhot.html

Jessica Simpson, in Bikini, getting into a wetsuit.....

Paging Mr.Darwin

http://www.big-boys.com/articles/kickyourass.html

Goddamn I love dumb white kids, that tape themselves doing suicidal shit. Listen to this assholes potential last words....and ponder

Arthur! King of the Britains...........

http://www.torontosun.com/News/Columnists/Strobel_Mike/2005/07/27/1148940.html

Oh those zany Canadians.

Beware

So I went out to my truck to go to work, and notice that someones been rooting around in my shit. The contents of my glove box were on the floor, they looked at my double kick pedal case and apparently did not notice my cymbals. My rooommates had their stereo stolen.

Lucky bastards.

Happy Fourth

Well the fireworks assholes are at it early in my neighborhood. I occurs to me that these cretins must like the sounds of violence. Afterall isn't that what these things sound like, machine gunfire, shells exploding, bombs whistling.

Don't fine these people, send them to Iraq or Afghanistan for a week, and let them get it out of there system.

p.s. it took 23 minutes to write this, as there was a terrified terrier of the pit bull persuasion attempting to find safety and relief from the noise in MY LAP...rendering it difficult to type right....

Well I thought that I knew before

But now I am positve that Californians are fucked up.

Good ol' Jacko was aquitted.

Sow and ye shall reap....you dumb motherfuckers.

And once again from the "truly what the fuck" vein

http://www.howardstern.com/out.php?i=266&u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nypost.com%2Fentertainment%2F43961.htm

I saw this last night and nearly tossed my cookies. What the hell is wrong with this guy ( the senator, you'll read about)? Homeland (Fatherland?) security? NO. Immigration? NO. Crime? NO. Having a foul mouth? GO TO JAIL!?! I'll spend at least a few of my spare moments wishing mad cow disease on this fuckhead. There should be some oversight, someone or some group to review what these jack offs are doing for their pay, and if it isn't relevant or is based on some personal kink in their brain. Then they should be smartly smacked in the eye and not paid for the time they spent drafting their legislative non-sense. or fired and forced to test the chili at wendy's for human fingers for $2.73 and hour, and every finger they find they have to shove up their own ass, without washing it off.

Not very good for a first post but it is early and I am angry.

Samwise