Beyond the scope of words

I’ve been a bit reflective today.

I’ve been doing this page since April of 1998. There was no Blogger. In fact, there were no blogs. There were journals, and “what’s new” pages HAVING to adapt or die like a dinosaur. I’ve seen people come, I’ve seen them go.

I’ve seen people learn the hard way that “freedom of speech” comes with a price. I’ve seen people complain of the “popular crowd”. I’ve seen the elite and the most despicable fall, and fall hard. I’ve seen people shattered to find that a sick person never existed. I’ve seen those stay silent about their maladies and/or tragedies. I’ve seen knee-jerk posts which the writer wishes they had never written. I’ve seen the unbelievably judgemental who can’t place themselves in someone else’s position. Employers and judges have read some people’s most innermost thoughts in public. Blind hatred. Mob mentality. Ignorance. People fired. People divorced. People alienated. People banned. People sued. People whose very lives have been destroyed.
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Onions have Layers/Ogres have Layers

LAYER ONE:
Name: Eric a/k/a -=e=- a/k/a gOdOfMiScHiEf a/k/a Rik Havyk a/k/a LoKi a/k/a Astaroth a/k/a Vortex of Mischief
— Birth date: ) 08/23/65
— Birthplace: BROOKLYNZ IN DA HOUWZE!!!!
— Current Location: Poconos, PA
— Eye Color: Ice Blue
— Hair Color: What’s left is Mousy Blond
— Height: 5′ 8″
— Righty or Lefty: Writes left, does everything else right
— Zodiac Sign: Leo/Virgo

LAYER TWO:
— Your heritage: White Trash/Devil. I dunno. I’m kinda mixed.
— The shoes you wore today: I dunno. Same black shoes I wore yesterday?
— Your weakness: HAH!!! Like I’d tell you.
— Your fears: Success
— Your perfect pizza: Must have meat – Sausage, Pepperoni, Meatballs or all of the above.
— Goal you’d like to achieve: To stay a nobody, betray as many people as I can, find a way to make money doing it

LAYER THREE:
— Your most overused phrase on AIM: Damn, I didn’t sign off in time, and you caught me!
— Your first waking thoughts: Where’s my Vivarins?
— Your best physical feature: Well, I suppose if I ever get locked up, my Mick Jagger-like lips will make me quite popular
— Your most missed memory: Like I can remember. Is this a trick question?

LAYER FOUR:
— Pepsi or Coke: Coke. Like duh, okay?
— McDonald’s or Burger King: I’d prefer a Wendy’s Triple, but I’ll settle for a double whopper w/ cheese
— Single or GROUP dates: Group, but if my wife catches me, I’m DEAD!!!
— Adidas or Nike: The cheapest sneakers on the rack at Wal-Mart
— Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Coke
— Chocolate or vanilla: Butter Pecan
— Cappuccino or coffee: Coke

LAYER FIVE:
— Smoke: Anything cheap & menthol
— Cuss: Moi?????
— Sing: hmmm… maybe.
— Take a shower everyday: It’s June ain’t it? Thanks for reminding me.
— Do you think you’ve been in love: Love is for suckers
— Want to go to college: One of my regrets that I never finished. But it’s too late now.
— Liked high school: Only as a senior
— Want to get married: AGAIN??? Are you chewing on drugs?
— Believe in yourself: Well, somebody has to.
— Get motion sickness: Nope
— Think you’re attractive: Nope
— Think you’re a health freak: hahahahahahaha!!!!!
— Get along with your parent(s): Well, I did.
— Like thunderstorms: BORING. Lightning storms ROCK though. That’s me btw, not my gay-ass half-brother Thor. Don’t listen to him.
— Play an instrument: I hope so

LAYER SIX:
In the past month…
— Drank alcohol: Ew. Barf…
— Smoked: Like, duh?
— Done a drug: Drugs are bad mmmmkay?
— Made Out: Like, with a girl or something? EEEEW!
— Gone on a date: See answer above
— Gone to the mall?: Huh-LOO? I’m an American. Is there any way to avoid a mall?
— Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: Probably
— Eaten sushi: No, but I’d KILL for sushi
— Been on stage: Karaoke count?
— Been dumped: A loser like me? Whaddya think?
— Gone skating: No
— Made homemade cookies: No
— Gone skinny dipping: No. (You’re welcome)
— Dyed your hair: No
— Stolen anything: Even if it was nailed down, bay-bee!
— You sound boring: Fuck you. Your questions suck.

LAYER SEVEN
Ever…
— Played a game that required removal of clothing: Who hasn’t?
— If so, was it mixed company: People yes. Farm animals no.
— Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Stoned out of my gourd. Heh. Still am. heh heh.
— Been caught “doing something”: Unfortunately. No comment where the witnesses are buried though. Don’t ask.
— Been called a tease: No. They either didn’t notice, or didn’t care.
— Gotten beaten up: Had my ass handed to me more times than I can count.
— Shoplifted: *snort* What do YOU think???
— Changed who you were to fit in: Of course. I become whoever I’m surrounded by.

LAYER EIGHT:
— Age you hope to be married: AGAIN????
— Numbers and Names of Children: 7 Christina,Ashley,Erika,Samantha, Johnny, Puddy & 2-Tag
— Describe your Dream Wedding: I pull this stunt that would make Houdini jealous you see… then I call FROM Canada to ask everyone “how was it?”.
— How do you want to die: In a plane smacking INTO a mountain. Awesome view, fast & painless… it’s perfect.
— Where you want to go to college: Again with the college questions???
— What do you want to be when you grow up: Hah! Like that’ll ever happen!
— What country would you most like to visit: Great Britain would be cool. See where my family came FROM in Liverpool. Understand why they got the hell out of there.

LAYER NINE:
— Number of drugs taken illegally: How many times, or how many kinds?
— Number of people I could trust with my life: 1 (Oh, did you mean besides me?)
— Number of CDs that I own: 4 or 5… I really need to get with the times
— Number of piercings: 1
— Number of tattoos: 0
— Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: My picture was in the NY Post twice, but I don’t think my name was ever in the paper
— Number of scars on my body: can’t count that high
— Number of things in my past that I regret: “Not banging this one… not banging that one…”, moving to the Poconos… the list is endless
Stolen from: Nicole who stole it FROM Laurie who stole it FROM yo mamma, who stole it FROM meegan…. I stole it FROM Rha

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Classic line of the month:

"Blowjobs, I like em, I’m proud of it and I suck in a good way."

What? There can be no comment after that line. I just can’t figure out how I missed it the first time, that’s all.

Fuque La France!

In lieu of actual content, I thought I’d just regurgitate a comment and make a whole post out of it. (Funny, I was just at Donna’s talking about wanting to do this.)

Some dude named Orion puts in a cameo at Emperor Misha’s joint where he “fisks” a new French ad, tentatively titled:

“Stop picking on us, or we shall get more nasal and snobby”, or something like that.

… starring none other than Woody Allen; Americas favorite inbreeder since Jerry Lee Lewis.
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Soundtrack of your life

The Princess™ has an inneresting meme going on: Songs that bring on major life changes. Michele’s playing, so that means all the cool kids have to play… and uhm, me too.

Let me channel my inner-Eminem OMMMMmmmmmmm….

Well, I would imagine that if they ever made Eric Brooks: The Movie, the soundtrack would be incomplete without Play That Funky Music (White Boy). That was me. With all the Brothers and Boricuas in Bushwick.

The BeeGees – Love So Right. It’s a major driving force in me. I decided as a kid, horrified by Barry Gibb whining about this heartbreak, that I would never let anyone that close to me. Ever. If anyone gets that close, I push them away. Love is for suckers anyway.
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You know you’re back…

… when you finally get your VERY FIRST cease and desist FROM a major corporation, since re-opening!
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Yes, you may congratulate me now. Somebody knows I’m ALIVE!!!)


Also…
There seemed a bit of a problem with a few people and the newsletter, a lot of returns came back. I’m going to resend (manually. don’t panic, Joe!) them to a few people and figure out what’s causing this glitch. Don’t think I forgot about you guys. What the hell a few new people subscribed in the past few days…. I’m feeling tres benevolent today!!!!


In other news…
Death, bloodshed, carnage, looting, violence, fires, disasters, cadavers, papercuts, starvation, State Police, Jennifer Wise is a fox, yadda, yadda, yadda

And how was *YOUR* day at work, honey?

I’m not blogging about you. Really.

“…hopelessly in love with Eric (though goodness knows why, I mean, been there, done that, and well, let’s just call it performance anxiety shall we). ”
-Faith –

Hah hahahahaha!!!! Oh man I feel sorry for that poor g…

*blink*

Heeeeeeyyyyyy??!!?!!
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Mefi Re-visited

Wow… after reading John’s latest post, it sure flooded me with memories.

Truth be told, I’ve avoided Metafilter like the plague for some time, as it just seems to have become a pit of vipers over the years. People saying things to each other that you know they’d be swallowing their teeth in a real-life situation.

John’s noted how in a GROUP with 17151 members, I’m like old skewl, yet I’m still a Johnny-come-lately compared to him.

He wrote some nice things about me, and everyone takes John for granted so I’m gonna reciprocate:

John Namest – Observant and a cynical as they come. Hilarious poetry on demand. Willing to discuss politics with my boss to a standstill, while the rest of us wussed out. (I could have been fired… but it was a chance John was willing to take.) :0)
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Links Page

It took long enough, but I finally have something up in my links section. When I surf blogs, I’ll be coming through here… idiots that come there via their referrals will look REALLY stupid, and I will direct people to point and laugh at them.

I also need to add a “personal website” (you know, non-weblog?) section, as I’ve gotten emails FROM a lot of old friends that haven’t heard FROM me since my last newsletter in 2001… as well as “Celebrity” home pages, really cool famous people I’ve met either in person or through the web…

In tying all this together, I got a newsletter last night FROM the ever so stunning Lisa Whelchel, who has a new book on home schooling out.

So I write back, “Hey Lisa, remember me?”, and enclose the photo below. It’s when I met her back in May of ’83, at the place my friends and I lovingly refer to as “The Cult” (see?).

Me and Lisa - 1983

The only picture I have with her, and I look like a TOTAL FREAKIN’ DORK!!!! (What’s up with my teeth? And I think I’m caught here pick-pocketing what’s in her sweatjacket. I’m not sure.)

It is now dawning on me that this picture is FROM 20 years ago, this month… She’s still hot-looking, and I suddenly feel very old, and as dorky as ever.

No soup for you!

Ok… EXPLAIN this to me like I’m a six year old.

Boycott-Hollywood – A site that has been set up *specifically* to target and punish celebrities for their “anti-war” statements, has been dealt a death blow by the William Morris Agency. The site is being closed down by dotster sometime within the next few days.

Get this… Boycott-Hollywood complaining that their “freedom of speech is being infringed on”, and this is unfair.

You really have to laugh at the irony of it all.

(Link via Misty)

//** UPDATE – A new domain name, registrar and host is in the works… **//

You can’t quit… you’re fired!

I was brought to mind a funny little story about me a few years back.

I worked for a bank in Manhattan. Part of my job was hopping across town on a train and picking up a suitcase full of cancelled checks. To make a long story short I found myself once getting off the train…

… and forgetting to take the suitcase with me. Half a million dollars worth of returned checks on its way to the Bronx. Buh-bye.
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