PowerTripping on your lunch Break!
Current mood: cynical
Category: Life

once apon a time.... in a far far away galaxie.... Distantly in the future... SomeWhere in The third world!

Sunday is a dreaded day when working in the service industry... in the kitchen of a sports bar doubly so. the sauce from the night/morning before was still kicken my ass and think i was still swaggering on my way to carrolton heading down Oak st. on my way to the river. i do recall having a head ache, possible because i was without running water at my home possible. possible the lack of caffeine in my system. a stop at Zotz was in order. so ice coffee in hand i make my way down to work. i get there a little early and have a sandwich to smooth out the transition to "FULLBLOW" Saints Game Drunk Sports Fan Action.

Shift Change comes at 6, by 630 we were well on our way to a-pretty busy night. somewhere just before Half time a line starts to form, so i step out of the kitchen to catch a smoke, a breath, and some hydration for my coworker and i. he takes about 10 orders by the time i get back from the bar and our Night begins. The Best I can recall, around 8:45 are so I allow someone to take an order without checking his ticket. 15 mins later a girl comes up asking for an order i had already made and some one took. after checking their tickets, apologizing, and walking around the dinning room looking for the guy I allowed to take the incorrect order... forcing us to remake the order. 10 min later, about 20 tickets deep in assholes watching me cook their food and asking me "when is my Food going to be ready", and me attempting to explain the number system we use to let the cattle know it is "their time" along with picking up your food in an orderly fashion.

needless to say after the stolen hamburger incident i was corresponding each and every ticket to its food before allowing it to go out. my trouble really started with a quesadilla, i put it in the window and it was immediately jurked so i snatched back. the force from both of us ripped the Styrofoam plate intwain, luckily i always put the 'dillas on wax-paper before i cut them, as i yank the near fondoled food from the window and began to reprimand the drunken costumer i relies i was being threatened by a cop thinking it was his partners food, on the simple fact that it was what he ordered... which would normally be totally cool but we were in the middle of a rush and the possibility that they had waited longer than 5 mins is highly unlikely. after explaining the aforementioned number system once again to an angry patron... this time they just happen to be rocken a badge. As i always do i checked his ticket and his "partner's", his boys quesadilla was on the grill and his ticket was right behind it and had yet to be started. Being the asshole i am, i let it slip back in line to where there was another of the same sandwich, since it was the only thing i had anything to do with on the ticket and i wasn't going to be rushing Darrell about some chicken fingers for a prick.

minutes later an order of "future evidence" came up and i was making sure there was no one i could bump up that only ordered 'fingers'. while i am examining the tickets i see him grabbing for them from the window, standing right in front of the sign that says "Do Not remove any food until your number comes up on the display above" (i admit that is not verbatim) and since his sandwich was not yet ready to be put out i decided it would be best to keep the chicken fingers warm for him until i was done putting the the rest of his order together.
after grabbing them out'a his hand like a parent that has been pushed too far at the end of a hot day at an amusement park when the child is crying about some bull shit back-scratcher with the trademarked logo of some character that he will not give two shits about by the time he gets home.... after securing them under the toaster oven and getting back to work over near the pick-up window he asked why i was "holding his chicken fingers hostage", "Im Trying to teach you some manners", is what i came back with (which i will admit, was more stupid than ball-Z). so he walks over to the register, basically pushing the next person in line out'a the way demanding the manager and a refund, i lazily slap together the contents of his poboy, and slide both plates of food in to the nearest place in the window to the cop. Tell him 'here is your food, have a nice night' he demands to see my manager, i tell him im the manager and inquire on the problem. he laughs and goes back to bothering my coworker...

i walk over to wash my hands while laughing and telling him to just leave... he has his food and no argument. He insulted me with something about not wanting his food because it was tainted, are some foolishness, so i leaned around the corner and says to the prick " you sir, are a fucking prick". so thats the straw that cracked the swine's back. he whips out his cuffs just as my friend Trevor is walking out'a the bathroom right next to where i am washing my hands, questioning what the "hell was going on" only to have his first sight leaving the "head" to be me standing in front of the sink, arms behind my back ready to be cuffed. the cops comes around the corner and is immediately infuriated by the question of Charges. Shooting Par For The Course and falling back on violence as the answer, the hose hanging above the sink was as far as he got when he was presumably attempting to shove my head the sink like so much highschool bully. he stands me up straight, spins me around with my back to Trevor, the BarTender on Duty. the arresting officer immediately begins going thru my pockets HOPING that i have something on me that he will justify his actions, the only bit of paraphernalia that i was holding was one with use pertaining to a legal drug, my cigarette holder. he asked me what it was,"Its his cigarette holder, and what is all this about" Trevor, from behind, me answers before i could even see what he was holding. the 'partner' shows him the door so the swine searching me could get a good handful of my nuts to tell his friends about and with me asking him to show a little restraint while fondling me neither reasons i found myself being whisked away to a magical land of five cop cars resting in the neutral ground of carrolton(between the tattoo and daiquiri shops) as i was kicking open the front door of Cooters that was approaching faster and faster the closer i was being forced into it, i asked his again about charges.....

disturbing the peace... Theft of Six SeventyFive from the arresting officer. As im get with in visual range of the groups of officers hanging out in the neutral ground i hear one say " is that the guy from the kitchen" and i look his dead in the eyes and say, "sure Is". then im thrown against the back of the car while he, like a gentleman, opens the door for me, only to toss me in like a ragdoll, my legs rub the gasket the wrong way and it pulls from the frame of the door. so he leans over to begin fixing it. "sorry about your gasket" i say in pure asshole form, which he trumps me with... "YOU JUST SPIT IN MY FACE, THATS ASSULT" my body goes limp as i slowly look over at him and ask for an explanations when i get "Welcome to New Orleans, we don't have to follow the rules".

the firm grip of silence is felt by every part of my body as frustration, humility, and realization come over me. speeding down Carrolton he begins to fumble with his phone, puts it to his ear and whispers a few short sentence fragments into the receiver... i figure, Hell im about to get my ass kicked as soon as i get out at OPP... so in my brief moment of fear the buzzing in my head cleared out to reveal the saints game is on the radio, not quite loud enough for me to hear it... so i ask him to turn it up siting that i have been working all night and not had a chance to catch any of the game... he turns it off.

Currently listening : None Shall Pass By Aesop Rock Release date: 28 August, 2007

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DoomsDay Show pictures- Feb 16 2007
Current mood: exanimate

check out the album.

Feb162007 DoomsDay Show

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mardi gras 2007- Attack of the Drunken Skaters
Current mood: anxious
Category: Life

ok well as most of you know mardi gras down here is about 3 weeks long. Mine Lasted a little bit more than that... but these are pictures of Lundi and Mardi Gras, spent by yours truly working and playing in downtown New Orleans.... Monday i worked with butters at popbar. Then went to work at New York Pizza, which was Way too crazy to beable to take pictures! then woke up the next morning too goddamn late to go to ZULU... we Randy and i Hit up Frenchmen. and thus the story goes.

peep the album below!

MardiGras2007

Currently watching : Deadly Outlaw: Rekka Release date: 14 September, 2004

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Terror?! i think NOFX said it best..."ERROR"
Current mood: anxious
Category: News and Politics

Terror?! i think NOFX said it best..."ERROR"

"In our time, no foreign army has ever occupied American soil. Until now." thats if you consider frightened americans an army... if you have not heard about the Aqua Teen Hunger Force attack on our great nation.... Google the shit. have a little laugh and consider this....

where the hell was Kefer Southerlen, Patrick Swayze, Charlie Sheen, Harry Dean Stanton, Lea Thompson, hulk hogan, mr.bush, and Jennifer Grey at on the morning of the ATHF DAWN. ill tell you one thing they we not protecting Boston from the mooninites. where have all the cowboys gone...

the biggest surprise is that they (the 2 arrested) didnt get arrested/shot/killed/seen while in the act. they made a video of the shit.

im proud to live in a time/country where privet citizens HIRED to do a job, a legal job can get aressted for their way of doing business! just because its not a Huge CraCkArnolds or VOTE 4 mr.StealingBasturd sign.... dosent mean its a bomb... "freedom isent free, it cost folks like you and me".

i just hope i can highfive those cats one day.... for they have made my week!

also.... i think some one at FoxNews needs to get fired! well... another person...Can you Find the Mistake below?




Doomsday Device supports people who piss other people off.
Keep your Fist Up fellows

Currently listening : Collecting the Kid By El-P Release date: 19 October, 2004

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brain....mushhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Current mood: overhung
Category: overhung Blogging

    cold cold house, but i needed a shower. feet so cold it burns when you step into the tub with hot water. the the burning returns when you step out the tub to the frozen tile floor, all the while concentrating on not falling victim to the overwhelming spinning and random gagging. before the room can completely close in on me i call Miss.Butters, which smacked  my hangover around for a bit. but the cold walk to the Carollton bus stop coupled with seeing the motherscratching bus that i needed to be on pull off when im just under half of the way there, ' its me your hangover... i took a smoke break but im back now '.
    after a lengthy wait for the emptiest public transportation unit that i have ever been on, also the quitest, i was on my way. and to quote sageFrancis "...myself at half mass..." the guys with the tattoos on their faces weren't talking about violent matters this morning, thanks! but the over all mood of the trip would have been GREAT if i would not have forgotten my GODDAMN IPOD at my other job.
    filing...filing... completely broke except for bus fair home i skip lunch and opt to drink the FUCK outa some coffee also, "its not good to eat everyday"  
         filing....filing... now its like 3:30 and i dont think iv put a single paper in a folder today. i start looking for the correct file start getting dizzy and get a mental image of ARAJAY laughing at me.



holding out for another 2 hours. but im beginning to get The Fear...
so much so that i had to blog about it.
i need some one to hold my hand on the way home.

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Never mind the fowl Flocks, Here's The DoomsDay Device!
Current mood: amused
Category: THANKS NEW BIRTH News and Politics

after a Freak meltdown at a local microwave factory which granted, brothers Wz3d and sputnik Extraordinary abilities - not including or limited too the inability to fight off the constant screaming voices inside both their heads, 'forcing' them to carry out diabolical plans of Compleat Earth-a-noid Enslavement. DJ Ben Grim reads the Eulogy Grooves... Wz3d and Sputnik Provide the filth merchant Cadavers...

this isent something we enjoy doing its something that needs to be done. No one ever says... I want to grow up to be a 'garbage collector'. i love being afraid to touch my hands 95% of the day and riding on the rear bumper of a filth donkey for the better part of my life. i keep the company of flys, they seem to be attracted to THE SHIT! weather the smell exuding from my poors or the by product of a jobwelldone, i do not know. nor would i guess that i would pretend to resemble a position adjacent to a simi-cognate being that could say.

what was causing the shooting pain up the back of my leg wilst walking home from REBIRTH at the maple leaf. a-the rather bitter cold b-the chunks of street that have cracked away and be distribute just far enough away from each other to provide for at least one 'huge chunk of monkey track' underfoot at all times(watch ya step round these kiddo) c-the fact that i was a seemingly young, caucasion,  male, walking up Willow (headen for the 'geto'), my brother and randie having already mentioned their previous unpleasant run in earlier on the same route.

if there is one thing i learned from public schools is that standardized test can really teach you loads. 90% of all answers on presently implemented standardized tests are C. the goddamn cops have been nuts as of late in my neighborhood. i cant speak for every one in NOLA but their was a cop ridding down willow around dusk last night, stopping every pedestrian in sight.

you are now entering the part of sleep commonly refereed to as R.E.M. stage of sleep when dreaming occurs. on the playbill this evening alittle martial law followed by a bit of the abuse of power. enjoy your nightmare. 

Never mind the fowl Flocks, Here's The DoomsDay Device!

Currently watching : Tron (20th Anniversary Collector's Edition) Release date: 15 January, 2002

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these shits will sink your battleship
Current mood: anxious
Category: Art and Photography

and if debauchery got you by the reproductive organs... give a scream and the ol satellite here will orbit with ya.

strap in kiddies... its getten bumpy

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