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Amazing.. I sent out an in-house email Friday and the response has been phenomenal. As before, I still expect to get fired any minute now. In 3 – 2 – 1 – eh? Seriously, though, I’m amazed. People are beginning to say things like: "I hope other people get to read you soon too.", thinking that I only write in house. Good. That means they haven’t discovered my blog yet. Or bad. They are not telling me about it.
I thought about it Saturday before I executed a rather excellent writing session. I count maybe two hundred regular readers of this blog, that’s two hundred people stopping by on a regular basis to read about me taking a shit on things.. not literally, but you get the idea. And that’s an underestimation if I look at the stats. Then there’s probably about a hundred in-house. That means there are three hundred people reading me on a regular basis. And they like it! Amazing..

I just got paid today, and after the usual cheers and we pulled-it-through-once-agains, I began paying down my bills. It was quite a lot. I had to pay a doctor appointment, the student fee, phone card for my cell, a book called Treatise on Vampires and Revenants from 1746, not to mention building up my funds again since I spent most of it last year partying.. My student loans are piling up too. I have no idea what to do about them.
It’s rather bizarre that I’m not worth a shit unless I have money. I don’t like that. I’ve always considered myself as the backbone of society. E.g without me, the society would’ve been spineless. My father sent me some cash this Saturday, for which I am very grateful. I would have pulled it through without it, knowing that there would be a paycheck ready for me today or tomorrow. But I wouldn’t have had the cash to go to my café. You could say that I’ve only myself to blame, and you would be right. But that doesn’t relieve me from hunger.

Would you die for a Wii? Some people would. In California a mother of two died from water intoxication, after participating in a water-drinking contest setup by a local radio station. I wonder what she was thinking as she was passing on. "At least my children will have something to play with in the funeral… Thank God." What a legacy. But I am amazed she didn’t puke. I’ve asked my mother about water intoxication previously, and she said the chances for dying are slim, since most people will throw up excess water before the intoxication sets in. This gal must have been a real fighter. Well done! I bet her family is proud.

My brother hasn’t got his website back up yet, but I thought I’d just let you know that he hasn’t died or anything. He’s making a transition from b2, which I use, to WordPress – the official continuation of the b2 project.

In my reading of World History I’m digging into the last volumes now. I’m on the brink of World War Two at the moment, and there are two things that strike me as worrying: 1) This didn’t happen a long time ago, although people seem to think that, and 2) the situation prior to WWII is quite similar to the one we have today. The "UN equivalent" back then, the League of Nations, had become pretty powerless after an economical breakdown and shift of balance, just like today. And just like today, strong nations like US, France and Great Britain, turns a blind eye to imperialistic coups like those in the Middle East and Africa.
After WWII self-critical people asked themselves: Why did we let Hitler go about his business for so long? That was the reason he grew so strong. And now we’re doing the exact same thing again. It’s just the names of the ideas that have changed. If you’ve ever heard the slogan Never Again! you should ask yourself why we’re doing it Again and Again!

As I mentioned, my writing session was pretty brilliant Saturday. I finally got to use Einstein’s chapters on The Relativity of Simultaneity in physics which are really fun. No, no, I’m not kidding you. They are pretty fun. Sunday was also a good writing day, despite the looming hangover I inherited from my former self who took quite a swing Saturday. Hehe. At sometime near four a.m. we tried to get ourselves some seats in a tour bus of a Finnish metal band who were going to Stockholm. But we were thrown out not being young and easily persuaded females. Damn. That’s discrimination in my view. But I wasn’t gonna argue with the fat drummer. What a wanker. It was also the first time in my life I’ve seen a blind man sign a check at closing time.

Anyway, the reason I’m going on about my mysterious writing sessions, is because Pauly has indicated that the monthly Truckin’ zine might be closing down since he’s lacking material. He’s been pushed to work harder and harder to get submissions even though, as he writes, "friends of mine have continuously promised me pieces that have never materialized." Guilty as charged. So I whipped up a couple of stories I had laying about, and I’m sending one more today as soon as I’ve typed it in.
If you write and want to participate check out the submission guidelines.
I’ve had several stories published through Truckin’, with varying quality, theme, style and punctuation handicaps, and frankly I would be very sad to see it go. I think about Truckin’ every time I have a Subway sandwhich. If you don’t write but read, check it out, and if you like it pass the URL along to your friends:
That way Pauly and all the writers who work for nothing, can get some recognition for the time and effort we’ve put into it. Thank you.

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