Idiot's guide to the economy collapse

Fallout from a faltering economy perhaps. Manufacturing quality slips a bit. Goods you used to rely on now cost a little more and have a tendency to be a little shoddier than you're used to.
You must have felt it too. It's the kind of problem we're all facing every day.
I'm talking about the bread I buy at the grocery store. It's fucked.
This is the good bread. The shit you pay $4.00 for now that used to cost $2.50 before the stock market took a high-dive belly flop. The 'premium' shit marketed with every variety of 9-12-18 grain, whole wheat, honey wheat, butter milk, potato, dark rye, farking anything they'll throw in a pre-packaged bag and call good stuff.
There's a pattern lately. Everything looks fine at first, working through the useless undersized pieces near the heel. Those are there to fool you. Once you start getting into the uniform slices you can actually make a goddamn sandwich with, you start to see them.
The holes.
Little bubbles just a bit bigger than the regular texture on the expensive-ass bread. Not big enough to be a problem. Just like it's sprouted little empty eyes trying to see just what the fuck you're defiling it with every time you concoct a brie-bologna-arugula masterpiece. By about 1/3rd into the tar-baby you've got some real shit on your hands. Dime-sized gaps waiting to fuck up your lunch with a handful of mayo squeezing through one of these puss-holes when you land your first starving bite.
I wouldn't complain if it hadn't been like the LAST FIVE GODDAMN LOAVES IN A ROW that ope their crusty lips like the sex doll I left deflated in the closet a few roommates back. I've switched brands, stores, you name it. This swiss-cheese bread phenomenon follows me no matter where I go. One loaf I had ended up with air-bubbles the size of uncut green-beans, rendering 50% of my freakin expensive bread almost completely useless.
Thanks asshole Quality Control guys at the premium bread factory. I'm about ready to give in and just buy the white squares of nutritionless cardboard that my folks grew up on. At least I know I can spread some goddamn peanut-butter on it without puking any back at me mid-breakfast on Monday-fucking-morning.

Tales from the 2 year old

Bedtime. Stories are done, songs are over. Time for lights out.
"No monsters." he says sternly, trying to reassure himself.
"No monsters." I agree.
"Ninja turtles fight monsters!" he says.
"Yes they do." Indeed.
Mom - "Are you a ninja turtle?"
"I'm not a ninja turtle, I'm Miles." he corrects.

What there was.

What there was is still nothing. And so shall be the legacy of the earth.
I was talking to a religious friend of mine. We share a similarity in that neither of us follow politics.I leave the room when the words Palin, McCain, Obama, Clinton or Bush are mentioned, knowing that a long boring conversation full of nothing will ensue. I think the whole system is a waste, that no matter who ends up at the top, the whole system is so watered-down that nothing real will happen. I'll still have my job and my fast food and my cable modem. Doesn't matter who's in the white-house.
Strangely my religious friend's reasons aren't as far off from mine as I 1st thought. According to his beliefs man is unfit to lead man. They will try and fail, and once that time has passed, the proper leader will come down and make it apparent. We are smack dab in the middle of the time when we're trying to lead ourselves and it's failing miserably. That I can see. what I can't see is an end to that in our lifetime. Religuous people don' have a problem with that. They're cool suffering through, waiting for the afterlife for all to be made right.
I'd rather believe we were meant to do someting about it, not just sit around and lead a proper life and hope that I chose the right system to buy into for the afterlife. I think this life is all we got, and we shouldn't be complacent because we thing things will be better when we die.
This coming from the laziest mo-fo on the planet.
I'm not religous. I doubt I'll ever be confident enough to buy into any belief system. I am envious of anyone so convicted in any sytem that they can find solace. Politics and science are belief systems too, just have more numbers behind them. None of those appeal to me either. I quote the awesome 80's move "I don't belive in 'isms I just believe in me."

Hardly Anything

It's been a long time I know.
Every year I have these pipe dreams these fantasies that summer will be filled with trips to the water, lots of hanging out with friends outside, big home projects, tons of weight loss...
Each summer is an experiment in botch. Strange vacations, weird relationships, missed opportunities. Too much time spend indoors, accomplishing nothing.
This year saw some major ups and downs. The movie shoot was a mix of amazingly awesome and totally sucky. I did a round with a major depression, unlike one I've felt before. Gained some weight. Started smoking again (a little). No accomplishments financially or personally. Kept sane only with massive doses of Dr. Horrible and red-bull-vodkas.
But it's starting to be Fall. And fall is amazing. Sunny but cool weather. Awesome colors. Start of schools. Fall always feels like a new begining. September is one long lead up into October. So much good stuff in October. Might just declare the whole month a holiday and disapear in October.
Very little else to report.