HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

From both Lilly:



And me:



Out with the Old Style (2007), and in with the New Style (2008).
Yeah, I am being over-optimistic...whatever.

Take care, take it easy, take it when you can!

My new Theme Song, Mutha-fuka!

I feel this guy, yo!
Thank you Chicagoist!

Damn, I'm weary. Worked around/over 60 hours this week, and have 9 more tomorrow at the part-time job. I rarely know what day it is if it weren't for the emails at work listing the time and day they plop into the inbox. It felt like Friday 3 days in a row.

I've recently asked myself, "to what does this all amount?"

I mean, really? All these hours, with nothing to brag about pay, where is it getting me?

Mussolini is Hot for the Holidays

Apparently, people are really into searching for pictures of the great Italian dictator to download and frame for the holiday gifts this year. Upon checking my Sitemeter account, this snowy cold night, I discovered that 23 or my last 43 visitors ended up on this page because of this link I used to describe one of my former bosses (Boss Fanatic).

Oddly, when you do a comcast search for Mussolini under images, My Cube shows up as like the 8th link. Some sort of Neo-Musso Movement going on that I don't know about?

December 2007: Mussolini is the new naked Paris Hilton! Whoo-hoo.

Ah, well, pass the vino.

Ciao!

Free show, cheap beer: Tonight!

Apologies for the silence hanging in The Cube lately; there just hasn't been much going on.

True, I went to Court (fucking twice) against that scumbag (K. Hester: trannie, cracked up hooker, robber, and check forger) who mugged me a couple of months ago. Each time the piece of shit got a continuance (unemployed, no lawyer). At least I don't have to show up a third time, I've been excused.

Other than that, just endless nights going out alone. To the point where it's not even fun, but dammit, you sit for 40 hours in The Gopher Hole with a boring coworker, you get a little edge for some sort of conversation or, at the very least, Eye-Candy. Just a rut full of hangovers and drunkenness, smoke-filled lungs and small talk with strangers and bartenders. This past Saturday night, while sinking into a Beer Blotto, I realized I couldn't remember the last time I say some of my friends.

Not a happy realization, but reality.

Luckily, they are playing a free show tonight at The Empty Bottle!



Free
9:30 Speck Mountain
10:30 Morning Recordings
11:30 Zelienople

So, like, maybe I'll see you there.

Under the Microscope?

Found this (.pdf) in a "link" search.
I pop up on like page 17 and 20.
Weird, My Cube apparently participated in a study proving personal blogs are not a threat to "Traditional" media outlets such as The Tribune and The Sun-times here in Chicago.

Interesting, but obvious?

At least I only got mugged...

Some poor guy just got shot in the street, across from bedroom window. And, once again, I thought the shots were M-80s. Two rang out in rapid succession, followed by around five to seven in a slower, steadier pace.



A couple of days after this, I ran into the HHUN (who moved) at The Bank; she said she knew this guy. He got hit in the neck, and is now paralyzed from the neck/top of the chest down.

Jesus! Seriously; at least I only got mugged!!!



Two detectives in black bullet-proof vests and jeans found two guns in an alley 3 houses west of the shooting. At least, those won't fall into another asshole's hands or be found by some little kid. I don't know if they had any real leads, but it felt like a lot of people called right after it happened; four police cars showed up just at the moment 911 answered my call. No matter what people say, the police have always arrived quickly the 3 or four times I've called them about something.



The silver (albeit oh-so-shallow of me)-lining is: I met another Hottie Hispanic woman (HHUN #2) from the next building over as my neighbors and I gawked the scene.

Yo! (Former) Complex Carrie! You know Rachael S.?????

Okay, people, take care, and keep for heads down!