Staring Blankly

This is my third or fourth attempt at posting today.
Let me see...
Besides staring blankly at the screen, I really don't have much so I'll pull up a classic.

Savage Facts

The Savage:
: is trying to learn to speak Russian
: thinks he should have tried to learn French or Italian
: still likes toast
: is glad to be getting out of the parts room
: had his septum (think bull ring) stretched to a 2 gauge (about 6 millimeters or almost 1/4 inch) though it is no longer in that range
: cooks a wicked good pot roast
: loves bacon
: has been around the world and seen that only stupid people are breeding
: can still throw in a song reference whether or not it may be true (in this case not)
: is so agnostic he isn't sure atheism exists
: is looking forward to his first St. Patrick's day off that is over a weekend in a small slice of forever
: wears awesome socks
: can use a semicolon; likes semicolons
: wonders where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods; where's the street wise Hercules to fight the rising odds...
: doesn't really need a hero

Tuesdays Remade

Don't It Always Seem To Go

My coworker has been off for a few weeks now due to surgery. She is going to be off until the first week of April or so. And this is my last week in the parts room.
A lot of the maintenance people hope I don't like it where I'm going so that I'll come back and keep life easy for them. Some went as far as to tell me they would petition to get me a raise. It doesn't work like that in a corporate company as big as the one I work at. Besides, I need the change.
Waste-water operations isn't a glamorous job but it is a lucrative one and in major demand. The only career in the state of Missouri (nationwide for that matter) in higher demand is a nurse. I have the potential to make in the upwards of $25 and hour with my company (and that is inside of four years) and in the lower six digit range nationwide. If I am stupid enough to want to dodge bullets I can hire on at a company that sends its workers to places like Afghanistan and make around 1/4 to 1/2 a million a year. I don't do the whole possible kidnapping and beheading thing so that's out. All I know is in a few short years I'll be able to live comfortably.
My supervisor doesn't really want me to go because I've made myself indispensable but she's nice enough to hide it and likes to see her team members go onto better things. The maintenance guys on my shift don''t want me to go because I've made their lives easy and they'll have to go back to looking part numbers up and getting yelled at for not completing their jobs in a timely manner until my replacement gets trained. It's kind of nice being the person that every other person is going to be measured against in the parts room. Does my ego good.

Eh?

How in fuck's sweet name did I used to be able to post so much? I guess it's kind of like chat rooms of old.. There are only a few of us left blogging but I guess I'll trudge on posting as if blogging is still the shizzle yo'. With the lack of an idea to post I'll leave you with a previously posted poem... On of my better ones...

Art Studies

She carved out a bas-relief of claw marks down my back
Critics would be in awe of her talent I know I was I painted her ass a rosy red that complimented her complexion
Her make up was now a Picasso
Her body a Rembrandt
Funny that I met her in an art gallery
The room had become an example modern art
 I think I’ll call it “Sex Mess”
 Or “Messy Room”
Or maybe “She Was Here and So Was I”
The bed became a canvas of debauchery of the highest order
Our bodies both subjects
We sculpted sex into new forms
Unheard of forms
Unheard of out side of porn shops Or my blog
Or your blogs for that matter
I dipped my brush in her paint pot
Repeatedly
I had to get the mixture just right I was working on a masterpiece
I was working on my opus
A visual symphony of fucking and screaming
And a whole bunch of, “Oh my gods!” The critics would say
I lifted her off the bed and put her up against that wall
Just under a copy of one of Pollock’s works
Oh, the coincidence!
I copied his style inside her

 -The Savage

Well Shit

Let me see. I've been gone about a year now, ever since my last phone went and got all broken on me depriving my off the slightly faster than dial up but no where near DSL speeds. Yeah, yeah... I've had some sporadic posts letting you all know I was alive but it was no where near the love I could have and should have shown you all. Here's the updates. Since last I blogged I've: : gotten an entirely new (now almost a year old) laptop : went from nights to days at work : went from Monday through Friday to a jacked up, may as well be 12 hour shifts three days a week with a may as well be 6 hour day somewhere in the middle with every other weekend a four day weekend. : gotten accepted in a position in our waste water treatment facility (I figure if I'm going to deal with shit all the time it may as well be literal and I should get a license for it [after a year]) {I start on the 18th of this very merry month of March} : got high speed internet again (fin-the-fuck-ally) just today as a matter of fact : had a short string of really bad dates : got a tiny rice burner car : run out of things to talk about at this point

Hi everyone. Yes I am still alive...errrrrrr um still.... Work has been crazy and within the year I should have internets back at the house.. crazy Huh? almost two years I have been inactive in blogland... well more than... or were it less... At any rate Can't wait to get back... Toodles for now

Yeppers. I'm Still Alive.

Hello all you happy people. Yours Savagely here. I am reduced to internet at a coffee shop.... in a supermarket... That being said I am alive and doing well on a brandy spankin new lap top I purchased for double the price (when all is said and done) through work. Why double the price? Wally World doesn't have lay-away. At any rate it's a nifty new lap-top. As soon as my brother and I get the things round the house what need fixed, fixed I'll see about high speed internets so I can come here and talk about nothing.