So I appriciate the kindness of strangers.

I posted in my last post that I appriciate comments, and out of the "four-ish" people who visited, two left comments. There's been many a time, when the people I trusted and had always placed my faith in, did more than just fail to earn that trust. It's also become obvious that people in general are a very dangerous species. But a person, a singular entity, now that's something to be amazed in. I would like to give an true-blue, whole hearted, thank you to the Mr. Steel, and the annonomous that commented. It wasn't an editorial reply, but it was a reply that was asked for. They / you, took a moment to think about someone that you didn't know, and leave something that you didn't know if it mattered. Well, it did. It's people like that that restore my faith in humanity. You two are off my, "when the nuclear weapons fly, you can't stay in my fallout shelter list."

Okay so I'm being overly dramatic, but I do hope that you venture back and see my humble, "Thanks for the message."

I will post more about the stories of my life as requested, one about me and about my sister as soon as I can.

Thank you again. I owe you a beer.

Mister Marcus

So I love... and very much appriciate comments,...

Just don't leave crap, like a link to your website selling something. Please and thank you.

Mister Marcus

So my sister might have MS....

My sister just got through visiting one doctor, and they said that everything is fine in the first battery of tests, which in one way is good, but means that if it's anything it's more likly to be something more serious. So I don't know if it's good or bad. I don't know what more to type.

Nothing more than the nonsensical ravings of a loudmouthed malcontent.

Mister Marcus

So I'm handy. Well sort of.

I put together one of those "vertical standing, tension rod, basket holders for the shower, where it has a spring in it to keep it standing in the corner. It comes pre packaged, and partially assembled, with nothing more difficult than three screws and an allen wrench to tighten them. Of course such a simple task could not be completed without personal injury and/or power tools. It's amazing how much a dremmel power tool is able to do. Remember, when in doubt, use a power tool. I find this is usually a bad suggestion, but it's beats being bored and following some other bad suggestion. I have also found that when it comes to the analitical process of creating something, men and women tend to have diffrent approaches, and just because the womans makes more sense and typically will lead to successful, safe, and swift completion of the task at hand, does not make it right.

Things you don't want to hear when assembling anything.

1. What's this? (This is usually the piece to make the assembly work, and without question is ALWAYS the piece that requires the complete dissassembly of the entire piece to insert.)

2. The instructions don't say to do this. (I know that the instructions don't say to do that, and to pre emptively anwser your second comment, I don't care. If instruction were meant to be read.... actually i can't think of an instance when they should be.

3. This doesn't look like the picture on the box. (I know that this doesn't look like the box, and to pre emptively anwser your second comment, I don't care. Do you want this done, or done right, cause only one of these is going to happen, and it's not a multiple choice.

4. Wow, that's a lot of blood. (I'm only a little light headed, now stop complaining about the carpet and hand me a beer, no... wait, the power drill, wait... beer then power saw.)

5. You know what? I haven't seen that "one of a kinds, special, limited edition, rare, imported, expensive, hand crafted by monks, amazing, NECCESARY," tool since the movers packed it up in the same box as the liquor and change jars, and marked it with a big "X". (My garbage straight out of my trash can arrived all right, assholes.)

6. You know what, your right, I guess I did forget to unplug it like you asked. (usally the recipient of this comment doesn't hear it, the dizzyness, lightheadedness, ringing in the ears, and smell of burnt skin and hair has commanded complete control of thier attention at the moment.)

7. There's something crawling on you. (Only said when the worker is in a tight enclosed space, with lots of low hanging object on which to severly wound the head. I.E. under a car, under a sink, in a crawl space.)

8. This would look much better over there. (Only said when object is over 350 lbs, or not on wheels.)

9. That looked like it hurt. (Yes, yes it did.)

10. There sure are a lot of parts left over, are these supposed to be in there somewhere? What are these? (extra, or at least they are now, store 'em in the junk drawer, I'm going for another beer)

11. What was that noise? (it's the support structure of said expensive and only expensive item collapsing and destroying said item. I have learned that a TV tray can support a 800 pound rock, but place an priceless piece of cristal on top of an eight inch thick oaken table with several hundred legs, and it will proceed to collapse under the weight like a banana under a semi truck.)

So we got the 15 dollar shower thingy together, so it was a good buy, but average in my insurance deductable and it's price to usefulness ratio really swings towards the negative.

Uhhh, i gotta go, I just heard a loud crash from the bathroom.

Mister Marcus

So God kicked me in the shin

Hey all, every now and then I return to this Blog spot. Not usually out of nostalgia, or however it's spelled, but out of accident. I tend to follow links on my friends pages until I end up in the last place I usually like to be, which ironically, is where I am.

"M" is here and living with me. This is good. We fight. This is bad. Not very often. This is good. I've started to exercise everyday, eat less red meat, i don't smoke, and i drink a lot less. This is bad. It's completly contrary to my charactor. To catch the post up, Thanksgiving went well, as I'm sure you assume, for the reason that she moved out here on December 31. She' was a true trooper about it. Drove like 2000 - 2500 miles in two day, alone, in a rented van, full of crap. She got kudos's for that. She's been slowly prying and twisting my arm till i'm slowly becoming healthier. I'm just now starting to notice it. For example, I woke up the other day, remembering not only what i did the night before, but where I was when i actually "woke up."

As for the god kicked me in the shin comment. Me and my mother, who is typically my only ally, got in a fight the other day. Those have become more frequent, and that's no good. THis fight was soon to be followed by a day or two of silence, then by a phone call. From my sister. During a CAT scan, that she needed to check for evidence of injury she sustained in a car accident last December, they found a lump on her brain. They say it's 50%/50% MS. Could be something else. My mother left in a hurry, and I didn't have much of a chance to talk. I supose there's always later, unless you find a lump on your brain and die. "Don't you hate it when humor is mixed in with a very dark and depressing subject, and the author give no inclination to wether it's humor, or a sick comment?"

I'm actually thinking i might pick this thing back up again, use it for a half assed journal, and a half assed attempt to contact the real world. I haven't dicided on wether or not I'll have a third or possibly fourth half. So maybe I'll see you all soon. Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll become rich and never see any of you jerks again. Just kidding about that. I'm a vouyer of humanity, I would probably pay to watch you jerks, but to be jerks to other people, and with funny pre written dialogue. Actually... I could probably just buy a lot of extra TV's and forgo all the extra trouble. Anyway...

Remember, when in doubt, tell a joke. If they don't laugh kick em in the shin and run.

Actually remember this instead, if you gotta say something, but you don't know what to say, say the most outrageous, poorly thought out, garbled, gibberish thing you can think of, that way, they won't know if it is you or them, and they will be to afraid to ask.

Something you really need to remember, is to laugh, it will keep you going...

at least till the cops lay down spike strips.

Always and forever, Mister Marcus

::Kicks reader in shin and runs away.::