So I was listening to some of Chris Cornell's solo music and decided to see what he is up to these days. He lives in Paris now and his new solo albumn (at least what I have heard of it) is not what he once was when he was back in the old days. I don't know if its just that his "sound" isn't as fresh as when I first heard him back when I was in the racous grasp of puberty , or if I have simply (or complicatedly?) become old and jaded and now need something more to inspire me. Their was a video on youtube titled something like "Chris Cornell interview, including the nagging possibility of reforming Soundgarden", "wouldn't that be cool?" I thought. But their was a reason that they split up when they did. Things got stale, things got sour between the taltened artists, and another of my favorite bands evaporated into history.

 

 I started losing hope in the future of music when Kurt shot himself, or at rather when I heard about it. I remember thinking, "who will push the boundries? Who will save us from corporate rock bands, who are more about a look than their own sound?" and unfortunately nobody did.  I remember when the future held some promise, or at least it was unknown. I remember long talks in coffee shops with close friends about the possibilities of the future. We knew we were in for trouble, climate change, the enivitability of warmongers getting their way with the government,  etc. But it was all so abstract back then. Back then we didn't know how close the future was. Back then I didn't have 3 kids to worry about . Its alot different to speculate about the future when its something we might never see, but when you are thinking about what the world will be like for your grandchildren things get scary. Here we are in what was once considered the future and what do we have? Dead heroes and uncertain futures.

 

 In the near term I wonder if music will ever have a honest revival along the lines of what I saw when I was a kid (grunge music refreshing the hairband sound of the 80's), in the long term I wonder if their will be a habitable enviroment for my children to live in. I guess I'm pretty selfish when it comes down to it.

 

 So many distractions in our modern world. "Should I buy the new Iphone?" "Would gold bars or shotgun shells make a better long term investment , if the government were to collapse?" To much else to do to deal with a corrupt government or buckling enviroment. Whats a guy to do? I think we need a charismatic leader to step up and organize us into doing something.  Damnit I'm rambling and nobody is reading this anyways.

 

Basicly I'm bummed out that I'm trapped in a future I never made (its a howard the duck paraphrase) and I wish things were different. But I feel impotent to change them. Its more than the crappy state of new music, or the hopeless situation of our countries politics. Its like the zietghiest of our times is hopeless. Would someone please write a song, an anthem that sets us all in motion? Chris are you listening?

 

Go buy it now! It was crap at 60$, but is a much better value at only 16.99! Damnit , wtf are you doing? Someone else will get their first and steal your copy from you before you own it! For the love of cheap videogames that are only passable if under 20$ buy this game!

 

 

 

 That is all.

So last wensday I was at work and my co-worker Anthony took a run (basicly a run is a collection of "stops" or deliveries) that totally didn't go together, and then left me with a small order that was geographicly right in the middle. I was quietly debating internally whether to call him on his bullshit or not , when he decided to bring it up. I basicly lost my temper and told him how I felt. It was something along the lines of "You are a greedy run-hogging fucking bitch!". He tried to diffuse the hostility of the situation by trying to give me a hug, which was a bad idea, I almost punched him.

 

 I work with him basicly 3 out of 4 days a week, and he has been getting on everybodys nerves for the last year. The other drivers are content to just run fuck him right back, but I'm not like that. Run fucking is indescriminate and hurts everybody, so I just told him how I felt. I also told him I won't beat his ass unless he continues to run fuck me. He still thinks somehow that he didn't do anything wrong, and that I am mistakenly angry with him. Fucking dipshit.

 

 Oh well. I had a great halloween with my babies, my son dressed up as an alien, my oldest daughter a princess and my little beanie butt was a baby gorilla. My wife even dressed up as a cow at work, and stimulated her boss into handing out halloween bonuses, in the amount of 100$. Yeehaw, she paid off my GOW pre-order! Hah! And you thought I'd never talk about videogames!

So I was working the other night (don't all my posts start with this?) when my old boss "Ian" or "easy" as my coworkers call him comes up to me and says "So I found your livespace". Immediately I was struck with conflicting emotions. On one hand I thought , "wow thats cool, somebody noticed?" but on the other hand I was like "Uh oh, maybe my boss isn't the person I want noticing?" He told me it was "interesting" and apperantly had found it by simply msn searching pizza pipeline or something. Shocking to say the least. I guess I've been writing these for me, or maybe for my friend Pete (hi pete!) , but I honestly never thought somebody from work might actually read them. But since they do anyways, why not talk to them here.

 

 Anthony: Quit fucking talking and get the fuck to work! Quit pretending that you can talk about cars ("No man you don't want the T34 turbo, you need the T64, Honda Honda , Blah Blah Blah")and still be working. You are a pizza delivery driver, you can smoke while driving from the store to the customer, you don't need to take a extra half an hour after we close to smoke, when you could be ACTUALLY CLOSING THE STORE!

 

 John: Dude, wtf can I say? Maybe you should get a second 125$ car which also runs so you can drive it when your other 125$ car craps out? And maybe you should get a can of mace to chase off the underage insides..

 

 Crackey: Don't clock me off 15 minutes before I'm done working , because you want to trim your labor costs. Your to small to try and take money from me. :)

 

 Gene: Why don't you buy some new pants?

 

 Jared: Am I really tired looking , all the time?

 

 Tim: Keep up the pizza guy gig, its a great cover for your real job, russian mafia dude.

 

 Rob: Your no fun anymore Rob, you are so damn fast making pies you don't get a chance to start flipping out and beat up the countertops anymore. Those were the good old days. Being a dad must have done something positive to you. I haven't heard you spout any unbelievable crap like "My dad was a chinese gunslinger in the old west" since you've been back.

 

 Thats enough for now, maybe next time I'll tell you about how I scared the silly dogshit out of a gay dude when I knocked on his door last night. He screamed like one of those chicks about to get murdered in a 80s horror movie. "I thought you were my stalker" riiiigght. How about next time try and remember that the pizza guy is coming, you almost gave me a heart attack.

So after many times of it not reading discs that were just barely scratched, my 60 finnaly pooped out about a week ago. I had purchased the best buy product replacement plan, so I figured I was good to go and went in and returned that badboy. Sadly the original Best Buy employee had lied to me about what the product replacement plan was actually all about, and its for one exchange once, over 2 years. She had told me that I was covered over 2 years from the purchase date, and that I could exchange the unit however many times i need to over that timeframe.

 

 Needless to say I was not pleased when I learned the awefull truth about it , and even less pleased by the snotty valley-girl-with-a-stick-in-her-butt manager that just said "Look sir , I can't think of any other way to explain it" in her snottyest voice possible. Nobody cared that I was lied to at another Best Buy, they just kinda acted like they didn't care. At my work , we have refunded people's money over a lack of a side item on a 20$ order, much less a 400$ purchase. I guess Pizza Pipeline is just better than Best Buy as far as customer service goes, oh well.

 

 So thats not the end of the disasterbacle though, I get the new system home, crack it open, hook it up and the power button is sticky, and won't depress properly. I take the faceplate off, and realize it is a refurb! The little holographic sticker on the case that keeps you from opening it and returning it had been obviously removed , and a new one stuck off to the side of were the orignal was. Not to mention that its pretty white case was dingy and had dirt in the vent holes, etc. So I call Best Buy back , and they tell me that because I didn't spend another 50$ on another product replacement plan that I'm screwed. I ask for the manager, who is of course the snotty valleygirl with an attitude, who re-iterates the company line of "Well sir you should have bought the prp again!" So of course by now I'm pissed and somehow through my anger I wrangle controll enough to calmly state "Look , the prp was a contract that stated I pay 50$ , I get a replacement NEW xbox 360, you have failed to live up to your end of the agreement, so give me my 50$ back or give me a NEW system" To which she finnaly agreed, only if I came in that day , before 4PM.

 

 So , now I finnaly have a working 360 again, this one has a different dvd-rom , and actually seems to load games faster than my old system. Which makes me wonder if my old system had been broken , all along?

So last night I was supposed to close, but it was slow so I only worked around 5 hours. I was still doing the pushup thing, boy is my chest sore. I had to deliver to Andrea last night, who lives on E South Riverton (2712 E apartment 5 :) ) and once again the fat sow was only in her underwear. Why can't beutifull women answer the door in their undies once in ahwile? Well sometimes they do, but not as often as Andrea.. Its even creepier because her big fat mom is always standing off to the side in the shadows, as if she is watching for a sign that the pizza guy wants to hump her daughter.. How horrifiyingly disgusting!

 

 I got home around 12ish, and put the wife to bed before I got online and wasted more time arguing with the a-holes on the ign.com message boards. Most of the time they ignore my posts unless they are going to diss on me.. I think alot of them have issues, going far beyond wasting time on message boards. But why do I keep going back? I don't know.. Sometimes their is some pretty compelling stuff going on in there, but I think I'm becoming addicted to it or something. After wasting time on the boards I tried to sleep, but I was still caffinated from the Sobe energy drink I had at work , before I knew I was going home. So I am tired!

Last night at work everybody was doing pushiups after each run, I joined in because i wanted to be part of the group. I'm such a lemming. After work my chest was very sore, but my boss wanted to arm wrestle, something the other employees had been doing but didn't invite me in on. So we arm wrestled and I crushed him like the worm he is! It was viscous, match lasted about  seconds, and ended with me slamming his arm down onto the metal picnic table with a sound THUMP! It felt real good.

 Last night was monday , and i closed at the downtown spokane pizza pipeline ( www.pizzapipeline.com ) and it was pretty ordinary. A couple of hardass gangstas told me they were in town hunting fitty cent , and that one of them had pending assault charges against him. Yeah right. I delivered many pizzas to many folks and sadly we didn't get out in time to get our evening fight night round 3 gameplay in.

 

 I saw a good friend of mine named Sid who I haven't seen for a year or two and it was very sad. He looks as though he is homeless and addicted to meth or heroin or something debilitating like that. He looked like he got beat up and I'm not sure if he actually recognized me even. I asked how his son was doing and he perked up for a second , and told me his boy was 3. I didn't ask him when the last time was that he had seen him. It breaks my heart because Sid was a talented artist and at one time had been my roomate. I knew he was into drugs (harder than marijuana) but I didn't think he was that far gone. He tried to get one of my coworkers to give him his cellphone (??) and had tried to lure me outside, but I was working. I wonder if he would have mugged me? I was armed and I would hate to think that maybe I might have killed my old freind last night if things might have gone differently. Desperate people do desperate things. You just can't trust a junkie.