"Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone."
A disclaimer? Really? Okay; here we go. You are an idiot; so is your entire family; in fact, you are a mistake. Everything about you is pathetic and unnecessary. You should commit suicide now. Die. Get sick, get sicker, and then die. Quickly. Are you dead yet? You moron. On this webpage are many disappointed and insightful ramblings. If you read enough of it, it should really upset you. There! You've been warned.
Something, anything, many things--on this webpage RIGHT HERE, right where you are now, right now; lots of stuff here is going to upset you.
Why are you still alive?
By clicking links and scrolling through disclaimers, do you even know what all you've agreed to at this point? Bend over! This is MY world here, and I will do it any way I want. I will threaten to kill, and eat, well, pretty much everybody. You, too. "Bar-B-Que; it's the ultimate solution to overpopulation!" Fuck you! Die! Or; be cooked alive! I've been a little scared of getting shut down, since I almost got shut down back in 2005. Who fucking knew that all I had to do was buy my own domain? Some other guy got "The Overnight Guy"; well, good for him. Maybe I'll kill, cook, and eat him this year. My 2nd choice was "Overnight Guy W C"; and BOOM, it's mine! How fucking cool is this? I will have to go back and insert so many deleted cuss words now. I might bring back Newspaper News; I SHOULD bring back Personal News, too. Commentaries are going to be; well, less quotable. Oh, and the woman-bashing; this shit is going to be like "Chauvinist Central" now, mutherfucker. Guys; if you let some dumb bitch rule your life, then you deserve my wrath; sorry. Those entitled, elitist snooty-assed cunts of recognition should spend more time sucking dick--MY dick. Let those chat room cows complain now; "moo" like the heffer you are, Rosebud! "Have another doughnut!" Fuck. Where was I? I gotta go...
Wait; a couple more jabs first: Imagine; no, no, no, shhhh. Shut the fuck up for a minute. Imagine that...God is on MY side here. Ha ha ha. How does that make you feel, you fudge-sucking sea cow? Shouldn't you be reading a tabloid and eating some fast-food somewhere? Attach another fish hook through your nose, and go swim in the ocean--perhaps the sharks will find you "attractive"; what the fuck are you doing here? Maybe I should learn how to scratch tattoos and inject botox into your fat ass. Show me just how close to your face you can mash your brain-distorting cell phone--you're an excellent driver. Sorry; I'm all out of $4 cups of coffee. Maybe I'll start a new business selling yesterday's COLD coffee; I'll call it "Sushi-Java", and charge $6 a cup. I'm a fucking genius over here. Mooooo.
I have enjoyed the creation and continuation of these little "Sidebars". My "blood" as a writer needed and still needs new ways to drip, clot, stain, and scab. After roughly 18 (!) years of these loosely structured journal accountings, I feel that the end justifies the means. Many passing thoughts have been addressed well with this medium, and lots of former "dead ends" have been given a chance to detour back into prominence.
In a life (such as mine) spent wishing that I could create my own game (with my own rules), let the record show that I did; here, with these. Thank you very much...
SINCE EVERYBODY HAS THEIR OWN WEBSITE NOW (FACEBOOK), THE EMPHASIS FOR SIDEBARS ON THIS 20 YR. OLD PAGE HAS BEEN VERY LOW. THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONCERN. NOW GO STARE AT YOUR PHONE SOME MORE.
(...last month we were...)
Reading: I was doing so well with newspapers. and now I'm a week behind at the first week of July.
Watching: The Detour, Archer 1999, Ridiculousness
Class Projects: Full Frontal,
movies together: not even an hour of straight tv time for her.
Shit I watch alone: The 11 pm ABC local Oregon news (I like both female anchors); LOOK at how old I am now! Watching the news, and shit...(Instead of a commentary, for now, we'll do this:) Ancient Aliens 6-14-19 did a big story on Bob Lazar/element 115; it was very different from the Bob Lazar/element 115 videos from the late 80's and early 90's. NOW (still extremely unstable) element 115 is all about rocket propulsion; 30 years ago element 115 was all about making bigger bombs than Hiroshima's (Americans were very scared of bombs in the 80's). And, hey: maybe Bob Lazar stole some element 115--like a terrorist. Yawn. So ol' Bob's businesses are/were being ambushed in June, 2019 by the government--looking for some stolen element 115, just as was done to him in his Corvette-driving days of the late 1980's (30+ years of stalking this former Area 51 employee, huh?). The main difference appears to be WHAT element 115 will be used for; bombs in the 80's, rocket fuel now. But "Bob Lazar" is still the government expert/specialist, most knowledgeable schill; also still a possible thief/terrorist, and he's being facial-scanned (like in a Vegas casino), daily. For over 30 years; now, the best comprehensive security tactics have been practiced on Bob Lazar. And he's likely to misstep at any point, people. So stay tuned; surely we'll find something soon. Right? Go back to sleep America; your government is in control, and on patrol. Here; here's 50 channels of American Ninja Warrior, and a Friday binge of Ancient Aliens for you. Set your DVR's, shut up, and wait for another Elon Musk Oil rocket-launch (Remember 'Jovan Musk Oil', from the 80's? Bob Lazar does!). You are free to do as we tell you, America; lather, rinse, and repeat this 30-year loop. Nighty-nite now. Bill Hicks would still be shaking his head. Insert an Alex Jones' "Orange Drink" reference here.
Comedians: a few
Crappy cable movies: Deep Blue Sea 2,
Play it Again's: Red, Split,
WTF Is Hollywood Up To Now? Remaking Shaft, Men In Black, and Child's Play, aww man...Saw Chucky on 6-23-19; ehhh...Saw the John Wick 3 video game on 6-25-19, as it was $5 TU.
Watching and Hearing: not much
Now with faster than dial-up internet; Youtubing: Mike Meloni/Owen Behjamin stuff, and some others.
Hearing: Daily Tool and Garbage
New on the radio; ha.
Musical Purchases this month from the Tom Tucker discount wall at Skip's Records And CDWorld; my future base of geocentricity, and fake alien invasion bunker: just some incense.
Out and About: "Cool the Engines"--Boston (early June, Fred Meyer),
Singing: "Without Me"--Eminem, "Welcome Home"--BTO,
What I want today: I want some answers to some pretty basic life questions. Like what? Astronomy, and peace of mind. The list grows from there.
New stuff this month or so: My Fred Meyer/walmart have sold out of orange Live wire Kickstarts; boo. Also; the black and white label Dews; whey dey at?..And then my Fred Meyer ran out of my favorite vegan ice cream; these first world problems are killing me...I can only drink soda on some days; so I indulge.
This Month of bargain-shopping (Dollar Tree, Cash King, Big Lots, etc.): 2 more pairs of reading glasses (2.0 X)
Occupational Hazards: yeah, this is the area where I have specific concerns. And nobody wants to address them.
Personal shit for my own memory banks this month (My Journal): FR 6-14-19; my thumbs are wrecked from Playstation 1 GT2; well, and from chewing them...starting 6-9-19 I have no sleep schedule; I fade in and out as I drift and stop...The daily frustration of deteriorating is made worse by my focus on it. I have chronic pain, and multiple conditions that have yet to be chronicled--or even acknowledged. I've never been anything close to normal--I was never expected to be anything close to normal. So why am I being judged by "normal" 2019 doctrines? This place is stupid; and the pain I go through daily would make most people commit suicide. The world is so lucky that I choose to remain inside its morality, mostly. Pray that my impressive balancing act continues one more day. Or don't...In other news; like recovering from pneumonia, fuck you. Fuck dehydration, fuck pleurisy and sepsis, and fuck shitting blood, too. I'm going to make a mess!..It takes all I can muster to act like I am not about to scream. And then people bitch at me for not being perfect. Fuck people...My breathing overall is better than a month ago. It hurts to talk for more than a couple of minutes, though...
Closing Thoughts, and Final Summaries for the month: Is the idea of being constantly "busy" from post WW II? The worker-bee clone state is not of interest to me.
Pinball and Golden Tee stuff: No.
Pinball Knights last month: I think PK got shut down over a year ago. Does anybody actually maintain this webby page? No? Okay.
Poker stuff: Not in June.
Grammar: why bother?
New foods this month: tater tots as a mixer!
This month of Live Music: nothing
My trials and trib.s as a critical believer in the concept of God: God has to cover his face sometimes. Wow.
What's different here than in college town: nope
What's different here than dumbass Arizona: similar bright sun
What is so cool about Oregon? not even a little bit, stay away
Yes, Oregon's cool and all. Isn't weed also legal? My medical card helps.
How Does Your Garden Grow? (Tales from our community garden plot): I go limp around there when I can. My Cherokee lettuce is doing well.
Life with Static Girl: She is amazing. Glad I found her.
Comments From The Peanut Gallery: "Louisiana principle resigns after being arrested at strip club during school field trip." (Colbert's Late Show 6-4-19)
"Parents at youth baseball game brawl over 13 yr. old umpire's call."--Yahoo video 6-19-19
A thought to take with you: "All watched over by machines of loving grace."--Richard Brautigan, 1968
Let's Talk About Feelings: It's funny how you remember things...
Oregon Bumper Stickers: no
Band names: no
New words? no
Links to previous Sidebars:
Sidebars 1 - 12 (October '99--April 2000)
Sidebars 13 - 23 (May 2000--March 2001)
Sidebars 24 - 31 (April 2001--November 2001)
Sidebars 32 - 41 (December 2001--September 2002)
Sidebars 42 - 50 (October 2002--June 2003)
Sidebars 51 - 58 (July 2003--February 2004)
Sidebars 59 - 64 (March 2004--August 2004)
Sidebars 65 - 69 (September 2004--January 2005)
Sidebars 70 - 74 (February 2005--June 2005)
Sidebars 75 - 78 (July 2005--October 2005)
Sidebars 79 - 85 (November 2005--May 2006)
Sidebars 86 - 93 (June 2006--January 2007)
Sidebars 94 - 100 (February 2007--August 2007)
Sidebars 101 - 110 (September 2007--June 2008)
Sidebars 111 - 120 (July 2008--April 2009)
Sidebars 121 - 130 (May 2009--February 2010)
Sidebars 131 - 140 (March 2010--December 2010)
Sidebars 141 - 150 (January 2011--October 2011)
Sidebars 151 - 160 (November 2011--September 2012)
Sidebars 161 - 170 (October 2012--June 2013)
Sidebars 171 - 181 (July 2013--April 2014)
Then I took 8 months off...And I'm jumping numbers around, and now it's 2015 anyway, so we're starting over with #200. Why? Because FUCK YOU! That's why.
Sidebars 200 - 210 (February 2015--April 2016)
2016 Sidebars (January 2016--January 2017)
2017 Sidebars (January 2017--January 2018)
2018 Sidebars (January 2018--March 2019)
2019 Sidebars (April 2019--January 2020?)
Slow down, or you're going to miss it!
is a list of favorites and opinions--as well as a constant work in progress. It exists as a temptation for you to create your own musical section, and to remind you of how important music (and its presentation) is in your life.
From the "you are here" part of the map, I am W C (also known as TH2, the Overnight Guy, and the cute one). I have a pretty cool voice, I love music, and I belong on the radio.
This is my site.
No, no; hang on a second. We phased out "Media One". For the time being, and time following, you can watch me rant about the news in exactly one place. I gave up on trying to keep the language clean a long time ago:
Would you care if there were a way to get to some of the older personal news items? Be forewarned that part of my point in having a webpage is to have harsh language. Maybe you don't want to go check out my (2005):
Silent Bob (and Jay) have a website! Let the record show that I put a link up to it on the day that I found out about it:
Kevin "Silent Bob" Smith
There's this site where ALL they have is weird news; items you might easily miss if you're not paying attention:
News of the Weird
By the age of 22 I had applications for alternative energy, perpetual motion, and a vision of a massive "Recreation Arena" (sportsbar); nobody cared. By the age of 25 I had written the perfect poem, and was churning out songs and poems for the masses; nobody cared. By the age of 30 I was a professional pinball player, and was redefining Overnight Radio presentation in 3 states. Some people cared, but not the bottom-feeding corporates who took over.
Please remember this; I did not ask to be born. But since I was, I would have been more than happy to help out this pathetic world. However, this pathetic world did not want my help. So; screw the world, and screw the people of the world. You can't die fast enough to please me. But there may be some good news...
The world is long overdue for some massive changes; changes that are going to completely revolutionize your sense of importance. They will be very interesting. It has been so said by many elders of many different cultures:
"May you live in interesting times".