"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: fuck you, newspapers only. And I lost a week of newspapers from the hospital stay (5-3 to 5-10). And my eyes don't work as well as they used to, anyway.
Watching: too much tv, I sit there and moan.
Class Projects: Not much
movies together: not in years
Shit I watch alone: playoff hockey alone is/was my jam...(June 2019) GT2 from 1999 is also fun.
Comedians: no time in April. Nick Di Paolo's "Breath Of Fresh Air" is great! Big thanks to him for making my chest hurt from laughing, after all the pneumonia and shit...
Crappy cable movies: no chance
Play it Again's: BUG (1975), Fatal Beauty, Planet Terror, Jurassic Parks,
WTF Is Hollywood Up To Now? A 3-hour Avengers movie? I don't even want to do anything FUN for 3 hours (Rita Rudner reference)
Watching and Hearing: You Tube is my first screen to pull up. Watching Owen Benjamin go flat is kind of cool.
Now with faster than dial-up internet; Youtubing: Last Week w/John Oliver is on You Tube, and that's great!..
Hearing: Garbage and Tool and NIN and Crystal Method and Weezer; it's like 1997 over here.
New on the radio; ha.
Musical Purchases this month from the Tom Tucker discount wall at Skip's Records And CDWorld; my future place of employment, and permanent Barbie Dream Home: I think I went once.
Out and About: No no no. All the music is set for 50+ yr. old men like me.
Singing: "The Thin Ice" and "In The Flesh"--Pink Floyd..."The Wretched"--NIN, "Another Tricky Day" and "The Real Me"--the Who,
5-15-19 shower was Pigs--Pink Floyd,
What I want today: For my girlfriend to get a new printer delivered on 5-2-19.
New stuff this month or so: Julian Assange got hauled in to jail; I'm sure that there's nothing to worry about, though.
This Month of bargain-shopping (Dollar Tree, Cash King, Big Lots, etc.): 2 more pairs of reading glasses at Dollar Tree. Both already broke before June.
Occupational Hazards: Money is slavery; guess what that makes you?
Personal shit for my own memory banks this month (My Journal): Monday 4-29-19 I stayed in bed for over 30 hours straight; from SU night till TU morning; perfectly normal. The body pains are so overwhelming that I don't analyze them daily anymore. 5-2-19 will be my first mental/disability hearing...So; we're doing May in this Sidebar also, because of the hospital check-in on 5-3-19. I went and completed my 8+ hour disability thing on 5-2-19; clutching my chest constantly, moaning, and crying in the bathroom twice. But we got through it. No appetite all day; though they (nicely) kept offering me snacks. I'm not saying that I was near death, or dazed, or anything was even wrong with me at all. I played it like this is just a day in the life, here. Ha; I'm surprised that, later, I made it home driving away from there all directionally disoriented. By bedtime crying TH night, I knew I couldn't go do physical disability tests on SA 5-4-19. So I would/did go to neighborhood Urgent Care FR 5-3-19 at 1 pm. They said that I had either pneumonia or a blood clot in my lung because my lungs were so weak (90%). They said to go to the emergency room immediately. Great. I came home first and said a sincere goodbye to Cheri, as it has been a great time with her. Then I drove off in hopes of finding 13th ave, the University area, possibly a hospital nearby, and then some parking close to an emergency room front door. I started laughing while (getting lost) thinking that I don't know where I am, where I'm going, how to get there, or where to park. Have I even been here before? All I know is that I can't walk very far at all. This might be; no, this is it--definitely, THIS is my last drive, ever. I'll park the car; fall out, and I'm done. Cue "Taps". But then; I got a decent parking place, somehow, only 3 rows from the side I had to be on. Good. But I still had to walk 100+ yards, and still had to jaywalk 4 lanes of traffic. No way could I have done this alone. Some nurse saw me wheezing and crying, and asked me if I had chest pains. I nodded, and pointed at the emergency room, and she slow-walked me through the front door.
Hours later; they said I had aggressive pneumonia, dehydration, pleurisy and sepsis. I said that 'sepsis' is not a word. They assured me that I would be in the hospital for at least a week, and I said 'You're gonna keep me here a week for a made-up word?' So I was there for a week; Friday 5-3 to Friday 5-10. Missed a specialty Dr., and a regular Dr. appt. too. Oh well; maybe I have an excuse here.
Closing Thoughts, and Final Summaries for the month: No. Maybe if I knew what month it was.
Pinball and Golden Tee stuff: I have not played serious Golden Tee since 2012, and why would I?..Pinball in May: Andy Stubbs went in to the hospital before I did, and suffered more than I did, and the day after I got out of the hospital, Stubbs was still in there, and he died. Eugene weeps. My life may suck pretty bad, but I'm not dead. Every pinball player in the 541 will be putting up "DRI" as initials, in tribute. Rest in peace--with loud headphones, Andy. You deserved better.
Grammar: Fuckest thou.
New foods this month: I don't know. I eat Clif bars because I know I need some food. I'm just not hungry.
Post hospital; I've been eating vegan Mexican street food at home. Also; lots of ice cream, for different reasons.
This month of Live Music: no.
My trials and trib.s as a critical believer in the concept of God: God HAD an upgrade; the upgrade was to go to a (very believable) spinning ball earth. Now you get to choose.
What's different here than in college town: um
What's different here than dumbass Arizona: well,
What is so cool about Oregon?
Yes, Oregon's cool and all. Isn't weed also legal?
How Does Your Garden Grow? (Tales from our community garden plot): Sat. Market started back up on 4-13-19, and we went. Then we went and planted stuff (snap peas, cauliflower, beets) on 4-14-19; exciting!..And we planted more stuff, mostly while I was in a daze. Woo. I may be losing feeling in parts of my body. And breathing hurt today.
Post-hospital; bugs seem to eat everything we plant! But we go every Saturday!
Life with Static Girl: I don't know how she puts up with me...5-15; She also did not realize how sick I was getting; I understand why she thought I was just being a 'whiney butt'. NONE of my near-death stuff is on her.
No FCP (although she transplanted to FL), No Dr.'s, No C M, No ex's, No gymnasts, no other women at all, sorry. Women are hilarious, though...
Comments From The Peanut Gallery: "Cannabis Shrinks Tumors: Government Knew In '74"...Amazon not only didn't pay taxes in 2018, Amazon got $129 million back from the US government...front page of yahoo, 4-27-19 (from Miami, FL); "Plastic surgery businesses opened by felons left at least 13 women dead, others injured."
A thought to take with you: 'If you trust the government, then you obviously failed History class; duh.' And; "Putting in tens of millions of 5G antennae without a single biological test of safety has to be about the stupidest idea anyone has had in the history of the world."--Martin L. Pal, PhD, Washington State University
"People will get mad at you for speaking the truth rather than be mad at the people who lied."--Denzel Washington...And that thought goes well with "It is easier to fool people than to convince them that they have been fooled."--Mark Twain
'IF being a single parent was so difficult, little dropped out of high school girls wouldn't be able to do it.'--a fellow Bill Burr fan
Let's Talk About Feelings: no let's not.
Oregon Bumper Stickers: "Thank You Frank Zappa",
Band names: Fake Charles Barkley, Shrieking Tuck-Ins, Crucified Astronauts, 'Testicular Frostbite' and 'Synchronized Cryogenics' -- Whacked Out Sports reruns,
New words? Not for you.
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".