Friday, March 31, 2006

Misterious Ways

My hands were rushing with both speed and lots of care, as I started to remove the yellow tape. What a feeling, that feeling that I had a long time ago, in my childhood. The expectations of something special, neatly and carefully wrapped, this time from a complete stranger, one that I now call a friend. His name is Ben. Thanks.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Shape Of my Heart

Thanks to Infi for motivating me to post this.

"Shape Of My Heart" By Sting.

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart

Monday, March 20, 2006


People are often the blame of a rough, violent or abnormal childhood. Is it justifiable?, or is it entirely true? Is the cycle eternal?
People that commit hineous crimes, some of them are deem to be insane others are evil; is it the best legal team who determines the difference?.
When do you become aware that you are a monster? How do you know you are not one?
Most of us have the ability to think anything, therefore lies the risk of acting on our thoughts.
That balance of making the right choices is what separates normal from abnormal, I guess?
With that being said, we all can be abnormal at times, it depends a lot on our enviroment. All this has been said before right?. Right.

I admit to be abnormal in the group that is "normal". Funny thing is that I come across other people that are not part of the normal bunch, but they are not part of "my abnormal" bunch either.

I think I am abnormal because I have never been part of any "click" or the people that I relate to accept me the way I am without me trying to fit on their "click" if there is any. But what about those other abnormal people that do not fit in any click and have no other people to relate to as a group? These are the some of the characteristics I have found while working with them and meeting them outside of work.

- Highly Active but with no ends to any meaning.
- Highly pollite but not behind closed doors.
- Highly emotional, but with an agenda.
- Highly agreeable, but overly critical behind closed doors.
- No love or sex partner and no fruits of life from their existence.
- Out the time that they breathe, 70% is keeping appearances, 25% working on improving their deceiving techniques, 4% is regreting their existence and the last 1% is a scretive nature.

In my opinion, this is not normal, but it is not in tune with my abnormality either, so what kind of people are these? From all the people that I must work with on a daily basis, there is one of these individuals for every 20 normal people. And one for every 5 abnormal people. My interest arises from not knowing how these individuals see the other two groups. What group is responsible for producing the kind of people that I mentioned in the begining of this post?
I don't know.

What is your opinion?
Are you one of us? Or one of Them?
Is it prejudice?
What are we to do for ourselves and/or for them?

For starters, I for one brough it from thought to written form.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Numb, Slow or Frozen

Am I?, sometimes. Just got a dozen phone calls. Someone close suddenly passed.
No tears (yet). I say, "She is finally free from pain, peace has come to pick her up and taken her for a trip to eternity."
Is what I told some of the mourners, perhaps I am one of them, but we do not share the same emotions. Hours went by while my mind went out to meet her and tell her that I loved her and that I wish that I had seen her one more time before her departure.

Came back from the mind trip, mourning was still present and the pain and sorrow that was present in the air, finally made me take the trip with the others, once I embraced it and gave into it, it only lasted a few minutes. Went back to my normal state of mind which is normally peace.

Now I wonder. Who is next? When will my turn be?
I hope that it is understood that it may seem numb at times, but sometimes the path to tribulation is one that chooses us and that may appear numb to some.

She rests in peace now, and so do I. For now.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006


These are some of the words that I have invented. I declare by this medium that they are the sole property of Mr Q 4 U. Anyone wishing to use them, may do so by simply copying and pasting or typing them. More to come as I go. If you have one, create your own post.
DISCLAIMER: The criterion is that these words are not in the dictionary and it is irrelevant if they are part of a different language or used in a different context. No truthiness here.

3Dlingual: Some sort of language that some sort of dogs sort of use
Blopix: Blog of pictures
Geobusdicche: Martian for stupid
Grossvernment: A corrupt government
Grossvernor: A representative of the grossvernment
Idiotnaire: Someone with millions of ideas
Qtmented: Beautiful but insane. Not insanely beautiful
Quomain: Mister Q's Domain
Quords: Words by Mr Q

Classic Stuff

The Patriot Act II is out. What a great play!

I don’t really care about the Parrot Act, as long as:

- They don’t share the info with the banks; I hate junk snail mail.
- The parrots handling the data keep their mouth shut.
- They don’t interfere with my job; hate to loose equipment in the field
- I don’t see myself on the internet doing something that nobody needs to know
- It doesn’t cost me a lot.
- The policy is revised periodically

Should any of my rights be violated, the best counter measure would be to vote for another idiot in 2008. Really, what the hell else can you do about it?

In the meantime, I will keep saving money to buy my own local newspaper and start manipulating the government like the owners of the media do, with the same tactics used today.






Tax favors

And the great favorite, charity fundraisers.

They don’t call it the land of opportunity for nothing.

Thursday, March 02, 2006


Presidente Beer, so refreshing.

Sometimes is a bit sweet and with a complex bitterness to it.

When served cold, it is great.

But, but,

If you leave out there for a few days in the cooler, outside, in the porch, by the grill, with the melted bags of ice, rusting the caps, staining the walls of you igloo, then you gotta be a though one to drink that shit.

So, what happens with the beer after it has reached that state?

We want to toss it, right? I say, hell yeah!

But, but,

There will be people out there that will pick up the rusted-ass caps and stick-em back in the fridge. Now, we all now that beer has a shelf life, right? So why are all these people making excuses for spoiled beer? Because they bought it and they don’t know how to let go. Not only that,

But, but

They will even invite you over their place and say, “beer is on me”.

Conclusion: If you are going to buy beer, make the decision first of what you will do with it, should it become spoiled. And remember that during beer prohibitions time (normally 4 to 8 years depending on the hops) the brewery will be closed, so go ahead and stack on scotch which will never let you down.

At the time of this thought, El Presidente beer was way over the expiration date, but some (a lot of) people decided to extend the shelf life of the beer because they were stinking drunk already and they were employed by America Brewing Co., which offered a comprehensive benefits package that included profit sharing.