DA1: Man, what I wouldn't give to depreciate HER fixed assets!
DA2: I dunno, she reminds me of a girl I dated for awhile - turned out to be one of those 'hot/cold' 'yes is no and no is yes' -kind of woman.
DA1: Ah! A contra-account!
DA2: Preee-cisely!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Overheard at Booth 3: Half-Staff in Houston 1-11-2011
Afsheem Quinones says, "I
was downtown going to
the Aquarium yesterday and
saw all the
flags halfway down/was
that for the
shootings in
Arizona?"
"Nah," says,
Shaylee Truong,
"It was
because Tom DeLay
just got
sentenced
to 3
years."
was downtown going to
the Aquarium yesterday and
saw all the
flags halfway down/was
that for the
shootings in
Arizona?"
"Nah," says,
Shaylee Truong,
"It was
because Tom DeLay
just got
sentenced
to 3
years."
Monday, January 10, 2011
Overheard at Table 2
slouched over coffee cup s'though it were made of sterner stuff/he
said:
she was born on 9/11/01 and died on 1/08/11, one more day and the numbers, man, the numbers would have been something, something, man, for sure,
and he talked again/to the no-one there/he
said:
Born at the tragic start of one decade, only to be taken away
at the tragic start of the next. This,
he said, this
is one sick cruel game we're playing with ourselves. How can we?
How can we keep telling ourselves that this is the promised land? How can we
keep telling ourselves that God has made us so great, when all we do is
fire bullet like we're living the hiphop that we drink so far down into our/souls,
that turns us so twisted that all we can see is the Crosshairs
aimed at the faces of liberals, and we
paint them in their own blood
with grey matter staining the sidewalks of the Safeway, and we
love it! Man, we love it! We can't get enough of it!
When are we gonna have had enough of it?
When are we gonna be satisfied? I don't think we can - I think
it's like porn, man, you see one picture, pretty soon you gotta see
another "just one more! just one more!" it's like drinking, just one more,
another bottle won't hurt - another toke won't hurt,
this line of coke - no big deal!
Slot machines! Just one more round. Hit me again, bartender!
Pony up to the table, boys - dealer's wild but I'm hot tonight. I'll run the
house, just you watch!
And now - the guns. The sideways firing with the 40-round magazines,
thinking we're so tough, acting like we have to kill to make
our voices heard, but
how many more children have to die, before
we finally say, "whoa! Let's open that Bible for REAL this time
and teach ourselves again about
Love!"
said:
she was born on 9/11/01 and died on 1/08/11, one more day and the numbers, man, the numbers would have been something, something, man, for sure,
and he talked again/to the no-one there/he
said:
Born at the tragic start of one decade, only to be taken away
at the tragic start of the next. This,
he said, this
is one sick cruel game we're playing with ourselves. How can we?
How can we keep telling ourselves that this is the promised land? How can we
keep telling ourselves that God has made us so great, when all we do is
fire bullet like we're living the hiphop that we drink so far down into our/souls,
that turns us so twisted that all we can see is the Crosshairs
aimed at the faces of liberals, and we
paint them in their own blood
with grey matter staining the sidewalks of the Safeway, and we
love it! Man, we love it! We can't get enough of it!
When are we gonna have had enough of it?
When are we gonna be satisfied? I don't think we can - I think
it's like porn, man, you see one picture, pretty soon you gotta see
another "just one more! just one more!" it's like drinking, just one more,
another bottle won't hurt - another toke won't hurt,
this line of coke - no big deal!
Slot machines! Just one more round. Hit me again, bartender!
Pony up to the table, boys - dealer's wild but I'm hot tonight. I'll run the
house, just you watch!
And now - the guns. The sideways firing with the 40-round magazines,
thinking we're so tough, acting like we have to kill to make
our voices heard, but
how many more children have to die, before
we finally say, "whoa! Let's open that Bible for REAL this time
and teach ourselves again about
Love!"
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Overheard at Table 1: Obamacare in 2011
Billy: So the Republicans are going to try to pass some sort of legislation to outlaw health care, right?
Joe: Actually they're just going to repeal Obamacare.
Jim: And what exactly is Obamacare?
Bob: Well it's something that everybody hates, because it doesn't go far enough for the progressives and it goes too far for the conservatives and it just makes a tiny little dent for the moderates.
Billy: And the health care industry hates it too, right?
Joe: Strangely, not as much as you'd think, I mean, it makes 'em cover you even if you had cancer before you got on their plan . . . .
Jim: That's what's called them there "pre-existing conditions" right?
Bob: Absolutely right! In fact, my daughter's got bad asthma, under control with Advair, but when she does get these attacks I mean she can't nearly breathe. Coupla times had to take her to emergency. Before last year, I couldn't get her on any insurance. They said she wasn't worth it.
Billy: And that's Obamacare.
Joe: That, and they can't cap out either.
Jim: What does that mean - cap out?
Bob: Like if you happen to get cancer, and you go through chemo, and they got say a limit of $20,000 they'll pay like, total - ever - and then you're halfway through your cancer treatement and they say "whup'sorry - you reached the cap, and we're not paying another red cent!"
Billy: I knew a guy like that at work. He was left with a medical bill so big he had to sell his house and move in with his kid!
Joe: Dang, you think since we got supposed to be the best country in the world that we wouldn't have to have people doing stuff like that.
Jim: Maybe we don't.
Bob: Don't what?
Billy: Have the best country in the world.
Joe: Whoa there! That's dam'near sacrilege!
Jim: We can say that - it's a free country, right? Freedom of speech, right?
Bob: Yeah, freedom of speech, only so long as it's insulting Obama and biting some guy's finger off at an anti-healthcare rally!
Billy: Oh, thanks for clearing that up for me.
Joe: Any time.
Jim: But I'm still confused - because we have this new healthcare that means the insurance companies have to cover us, even with pre-existing conditions, and they can't cap out on us, and we're required to HAVE insurance, so it seems like everyone shouldn't be so hysterical about it all, I mean, what's really the problem?
Bob: I think we really got two problems - One, we're in a society that wants to be SOLD on something and not FORCED into buying something, and Two, at the heart of it all, I mean at the core of our collective WHAT WE ARE, we really really believe that people who are hurt and needy, down on their luck and at the end of their rope - well, it's because of their own failure.
Billy: Dang, that makes us sound like a buncha heartless bastids, now doesn't it?
Joe: Just calls 'em like he sees 'em.
Jim: Strangely, I'm starting to feel a little sick to my stomach.
Bob: Well, then you better go see a doctor, before the Republicans take away your health care!
Joe: Actually they're just going to repeal Obamacare.
Jim: And what exactly is Obamacare?
Bob: Well it's something that everybody hates, because it doesn't go far enough for the progressives and it goes too far for the conservatives and it just makes a tiny little dent for the moderates.
Billy: And the health care industry hates it too, right?
Joe: Strangely, not as much as you'd think, I mean, it makes 'em cover you even if you had cancer before you got on their plan . . . .
Jim: That's what's called them there "pre-existing conditions" right?
Bob: Absolutely right! In fact, my daughter's got bad asthma, under control with Advair, but when she does get these attacks I mean she can't nearly breathe. Coupla times had to take her to emergency. Before last year, I couldn't get her on any insurance. They said she wasn't worth it.
Billy: And that's Obamacare.
Joe: That, and they can't cap out either.
Jim: What does that mean - cap out?
Bob: Like if you happen to get cancer, and you go through chemo, and they got say a limit of $20,000 they'll pay like, total - ever - and then you're halfway through your cancer treatement and they say "whup'sorry - you reached the cap, and we're not paying another red cent!"
Billy: I knew a guy like that at work. He was left with a medical bill so big he had to sell his house and move in with his kid!
Joe: Dang, you think since we got supposed to be the best country in the world that we wouldn't have to have people doing stuff like that.
Jim: Maybe we don't.
Bob: Don't what?
Billy: Have the best country in the world.
Joe: Whoa there! That's dam'near sacrilege!
Jim: We can say that - it's a free country, right? Freedom of speech, right?
Bob: Yeah, freedom of speech, only so long as it's insulting Obama and biting some guy's finger off at an anti-healthcare rally!
Billy: Oh, thanks for clearing that up for me.
Joe: Any time.
Jim: But I'm still confused - because we have this new healthcare that means the insurance companies have to cover us, even with pre-existing conditions, and they can't cap out on us, and we're required to HAVE insurance, so it seems like everyone shouldn't be so hysterical about it all, I mean, what's really the problem?
Bob: I think we really got two problems - One, we're in a society that wants to be SOLD on something and not FORCED into buying something, and Two, at the heart of it all, I mean at the core of our collective WHAT WE ARE, we really really believe that people who are hurt and needy, down on their luck and at the end of their rope - well, it's because of their own failure.
Billy: Dang, that makes us sound like a buncha heartless bastids, now doesn't it?
Joe: Just calls 'em like he sees 'em.
Jim: Strangely, I'm starting to feel a little sick to my stomach.
Bob: Well, then you better go see a doctor, before the Republicans take away your health care!
Overheard at Booth 4: Presidential Projects
Tiffani: How's your President project coming?
Baylee: Man it sucks I asked my dad to print out some pictures of the presidents at his work cuz you know he's got like a color printer and everything and you know what he brings home?he brings home all these pictures of presidents nobody's even heard of?
Tiffani: Like who?I mean there are only like 25 or so, right?
Baylee: Yeah something like that maybe 30 I dunno I think they said Obama's number 40 I think I heard that somewhere but anyway, he brings home these pictures and he says here's James Polka and Chessnut Arthur and this guy named Harrison who my dad tells me was only president for a month cuz he caught pneumonia on his first day and died!
Tiffani: Major fail!
Baylee: yeah and I'm gonna major fail if I don't bring in the REAL presidents, like Washington Jefferson Lincoln you know, those guys.
Tiffani: Yeah, the ones everyone does.
Baylee: That what my dad says, he says everyone does those presidents so he wants me to do presidents that nobody's ever done before I mean, like how suckish is that!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Overheard at Table 4: Behner Blubbers as Pelosi Passes the Buck
Dang, saw a pciture of Behner being sworn in and the guy's crying again! What's his deal?
Hey, lay off the guy - guys are allowed to be emotional too!
But whenever he's not crying he's yelling. Seriously, this man's a lunatic!
Geez, just 'cuz he's like, not afraid to express emotion.
It's not the emotion that he's expressing that worries me - it's the ones he actually hasn't shown us yet! That's what scares the snuff outta me!
Hey, lay off the guy - guys are allowed to be emotional too!
But whenever he's not crying he's yelling. Seriously, this man's a lunatic!
Geez, just 'cuz he's like, not afraid to express emotion.
It's not the emotion that he's expressing that worries me - it's the ones he actually hasn't shown us yet! That's what scares the snuff outta me!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Overheard at Table 2: Home(ward Bound)
Listening to David Byrne's "Home" today, and the bridge sounded like he could be singing Simon and Garfunkel's "Homeward Bound" - so my idea is criss/cross: Swap one lyric for the other . . .
Here are the lyrics to both:
The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide when the world was just beginning
I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Ev'ry hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known
(I'm looking for a)
Home- where the wheels are turning
Home- why I keep returning
Home- where my world is breaking in two
Home- with the neighbors fighting
Home- always so exciting
Home- were my parents telling the truth?
Home- such a funny feeling
Home- no-one ever speaking
Home- with our bodies touching
Home- and the cam'ras watching
Home- will infect what ever you do
We're
Home- comes to life from outa the blue
Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar & into my head familiar smells and flavors
Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round & ev'rywhere
I can hear those people saying
That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly- from the stuff that still surrounds you
We're home- and the band keeps marchin' on
Connecting- to ev'ry living soul
Compassion- for things I'll never know
I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Ev'ry day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.
Hm . . . maybe I could even blend the songs together. I have the Byrne "Home" in my head with him singing the Paul Simon lyrics rather than his own. But perhaps somehow I might be able to overlay both sets of lyrics. Might work.
Here are the lyrics to both:
The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide when the world was just beginning
I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Ev'ry hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known
(I'm looking for a)
Home- where the wheels are turning
Home- why I keep returning
Home- where my world is breaking in two
Home- with the neighbors fighting
Home- always so exciting
Home- were my parents telling the truth?
Home- such a funny feeling
Home- no-one ever speaking
Home- with our bodies touching
Home- and the cam'ras watching
Home- will infect what ever you do
We're
Home- comes to life from outa the blue
Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar & into my head familiar smells and flavors
Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round & ev'rywhere
I can hear those people saying
That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly- from the stuff that still surrounds you
We're home- and the band keeps marchin' on
Connecting- to ev'ry living soul
Compassion- for things I'll never know
I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Ev'ry day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.
Hm . . . maybe I could even blend the songs together. I have the Byrne "Home" in my head with him singing the Paul Simon lyrics rather than his own. But perhaps somehow I might be able to overlay both sets of lyrics. Might work.
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