22 June 2005


in our days we formed insignias
the passing glance unstamped
we'’ve rendered ourselves powerless, fortunate
the useless mend the fixed

and on every hour it detonates
my courage goes unlooked
the ride home through perilous
the land it goes, i will...
~coheed & cambria

i had an interesting conversation the other day, and perhaps some of you could help me. the talk was about sin. a friend of mine said that it was stupid that any sin could damn one to hell. he believed that lying about taking a cookie was better than killing someone.

on the grand scheme of things i think that lying about taking a cookie does seem less terrible an offense than killing someone. however, the sin is sin. i tried to break it down to him this way- if you j-walk, you are breaking the law. if you murder someone, you are breaking the law. in either case you are breaking the law and are subject to penalty. if you lie about a cookie, or murder someone, you are subject to penalty.

does that make sense at all?

09 June 2005

why i am the devil part ii

and i am throwing away
the letters that i am writing you
cause they would never do
i would never do, never.
~dashboard confessional

after a near accident, if i ever call a certain friend- she might not answer. i have called my friend kate a few times just to see what is going on in her life and yack, yack, yack. most times she is on the road. and recently i have been informed by her that she feels hexed by my phone calls.

of the last three phone calls- bad things have happened. and two of those calls are from the same day. the first one ended with her spending some amount of money to pay for a ticket after an on duty cop flickered his mighty 'i am the law' power.

second and third time went like this. i called, her car over-heats. she tells me that she has to go and to call her back in a few minutes. and i do call her back- only to have her hang-up instantly. so i figured that she will call me back when she is ready to apologize for being a most terrible friend.

only when she calls, she tells me that i am the terrible friend! me, the nice guy who calls just to say hello, not calling cause he is bored- called for the hello. then she tells me that as soon as she saw my name she thought twice about picking up- and then she did and so did her car hood. so she hung up on me to save her life. and called me back just to let me know that i am satan. what a friend.

05 June 2005

would you believe it if i told it backwards?

what my eyes have seen
and my hands have felt
would have been forgotten
if scars failed to reveal

fridays are unofficially my day to be a pain in the ass. and i have a lot of fun at it. just this friday there was a company outing where we said goodbye to and employee who was a lot of fun. as some of you might have already guessed- i already planned on being a pain in the ass before i got to the restaurant. when i sat down i ordered my typical guinness and decided to order grilled salmon for my main course. then my waiter starts in, and i followed...

waiter: "supersalad?"
me: "what? i don't know, how good is it?"
waiter: "supersalad?"
me: "was he like this with the rest of you guys?"
erin: "yeah, i don't get it either"

now the waiter is still staring at me with his pen and not explaining anything
waiter: "supersalad"
me: "well, i don't know... do you have any excellent salads, or mediocre salads, or piss poor salads?"

waiter: "wait, what? no... soup... or... salad..."
me: "well you don't have to speak like you have downs- i can now tell that you like talking like the micromachines guy- make it soup, no make it supersoup!"

later that evening i heard another waiter say to a customer, "i'm sorry sir, someone has stolen your fish- our cook is making another one." then i say, "oh no- i am eating it right now, the fish is really good too. i stole some money too!"

oh and later- my boss/roommate said that the one girl he has working for him at the store is hot- but that he cannot date the help. so- just to piss him off, her and i left dinner and went up to the bar. and i got digits. good times, good times.

"and now for my next miracle, i'll turn water into funk"

about me

  • i'm billiam
  • from prague, Czechia
  • where capital letters have been executed! let's see... i really dislike sunny days. i love precipitation of all kinds. snow is my favorite. i wish that it could be no more than fifty degrees fahrenheit, and clouds covering the sky. i enjoy friends and beer- in that order. i dislike wearing shirts. my random thoughts and unanswerable questions keep me up at night. when i sleep i have dreams; long epic dreams. i believe that it is important to be fit in mental, physical, and emotional capacities. any food worth eating should be as organic as possible, without additives that have letters p, k, x, c, h in close proximity without vowels. save a cow- eat a vegetarian.
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