you need cooling, baby, i'm not fooling

everyone has a price.
everyone would sell out.
i don't believe people when they say they wouldn't sell out or take a monster bribe or do something messed up for a ton of money.
they can say that don't llike money, or they wouldn't be happy with all that money.
but i feel, that when it comes time decide, that giant truckload of cash would put them over the edge.
i just don't belive them. i may be naive to think that people would just comprimise their values, morals or ethics just for some quick cash. and i may be. but i think if the payoff was big enough, i would just say "fuck it."
and i would take the money, and i would justify taking it. even if i end up taking 10 million from dick cheney himself, i would be like, "listen, i'm rich and i can now stick it to the man."and people would shake their heads.
and when everyone complains to me, "reger, i can't believe you sold out."
i'll respond with, "you like my helicopter? it has a little fridge inside."

only too true

I am a...**thinks hard**...janitor.


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i had a mouse that wouldn't roll to the left. but i wouldn't get rid of it for the longest time. i liked the shape of it in my hand. it had a scrolll wheel. it had an extra button that i set up to close web browsers. it was pretty fantastic.

but it came to the point where i had no choice. even i was getting flabbergasted by it's inability to roll left. so godlewski got a used printer and it had a mouse in it for some reason. so i told him i wanted it and he gave it to me. it was pretty sweet.

it's a three button mouse, like one you would find in unix lab somewhere. probably from one of the colleges here in worcester. it's made by silicon graphics, is slate gray, and rolls very smoothly over my starry-night-van-gogh mouse pad that i've had for 4 years.

all in all, i'm very happy with my new mouse.

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my circle of friends is fast approaching the age of marriage.
some of are already at the engagement stage, and while they picked a date good for the wedding, i have a small window of opportunity for what time of year i would like my marriage.
i
know, of course, that none of this will matter when i actually do get married. i will do whatever i'm told to by the woman.
i've learned that when in love, the guy usually does what the lady says. we try to convince our friends that we're independent and she doesn't control us, but we let her anyway. why? cuz she loves us, and to most men, that's a fantastic thing and we realize it doesn't come often so we hold on and try to make it work.

but here is my stupid guy logic for when a marriage may take place...

january right out. janurary is nfl playoffs and the superbowl. and you just don't want your anniversary to be on the same day as the big game. unless you marry a nfl cheerleader or stacy pressman of espn, cuz then they would probably let you watch the game instead of doing something for them. that's a pipe dream

feburary this month is wide open for getting hitched up--except groundhog's day. that's just tacky, unless you are from punksahtahknee (sp?), pa.

march only the few days at the beginning of the month before the ncaa basketball tournament starts. cuz then every red-blooded american male should be glued to the tv, filling out brackets, and bemoaning each un-called upset.

april wide open for the entire month. and the weather is nice, which is a plus.

may opening rounds of nba and nhl playoffs, but those can be missed. probably nicer weather than april. and i like the name of the month. may. it just sounds nice. "when you getting married?" "in may." "oh, that's a nice month." that's just how things go.

june first half or so of the month is out. nba championship and the stanley cup are decided. what if minnesota is playing a game seven for the big one? i can't be held responsible for my actions.

july is given the all clear, except for the 4th. like feb 2, it's just a bit tacky of a day (in my opinion) to get married. i would rather just celebrate independence day than ruin people's bbq plans with a wedding.

august besides the rampant humidity in some parts of this nation, a green light and two thumbs up for this fine summer month.

september-december nfl regular season. even though it would be only every few years that the anniversary would fall on a sunday, i'm still saying no.

my guess is most girls will read this and say, "is this reger guy completely stupid?" but, again, i remind you that this is what would happen if i were solely in charge. love is sacrifice and comprimise. each person giving a little to make sure the other's happiness is kept at an euphoric level. two people's opinions melding into a union that expresses their combined thoughts.
except on the big decisions.
then it's all her.

just ramble on

every househeld electronica device that i have ever seen has this little tag on it:
(1) this device may not cause harmful interference, and (2) this device must accept any interference recieved, including interference that may cause undesired operation.
where are the devices that get to cause interference and won't take no interference from nobody?
i will buy one no matter what it is.

sam cassell has been traded by the bucks to my yet-to-be-owned-by-me timberwolves. this deal has tremendous upside. i will miss anthony peeler though. he had good nba hair, and when he was draining 3s, the wolves were more unstoppable than lou ferrigno kicking the shit out of the cgi hulk.

and our resident this-is-why-we-need-to-introduce-term-limits-and-maybe-an-age-limit-on-congress retired politicion strom thurmond has passed on to the great filibuster in the sky.

the epa wants to relax the rules that allow sewage to seep into groundwater. so instead of staying with current policy and trying to fix the problem, they are just going to allow pollutants to seep into some of florida's drinking water supply.
this is fucking ridiculous.
now, i'm all for re-visiting laws and policies and updating them for the current socio-economic climate, but i just can't agree with letting restrictions slide on the amount of pollution in our water supply. this is one of the those things that is good for everybody if we can keep sewage from getting into the water.
this is why i cannot wait for my generation (19-25 yr olds) to get to the age where we can be senators and presidents. then the shit is going to hit the fan, and maybe, just maybe, we will inject some accountablility and justice into the bloated beraucracy that is the government (or we'll sell out and keep the status quo. it's a tough call)

i hate humidity.

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there is a new season of real world underway.
13th season of real world.
real world: paris

i'm giddy.

sometimes i get completed absorbed by the series and sometimes i can't stand a single episode.
sometimes you get a seattle, sometimes you get a las vegas.
sometimes you get a paris and it restores your faith in mtv's ability to cater to my pop culture needs.

for those of you that don't follow the show, first, i weep for you. second, here's my take on all the cast members after the first five episodes.

ace: good ol' boy from georgia. his grandpa gave him 3 bars to run near his college. which explains why he's in his sixth year. his mom died of breast cancer, so he's sensitive on that subject. two of girls want his junk, but he wants to hook up with mallory to the disdain of leah. he's cool, my second favorite guy of this house.

leah: bitch. i don't like her. i think she is petty and vindictive. i thought she was cute to start with, but the fact that she's a mega be-otch makes me find her vulgar. and i don't think her and mallory are going to be that good of friends with the whole ace being a hunk thingy.

christina: hottie minority girl for the season. things are kind of tense between her and chris. kind of came to a head at the end of episode 5, but i think it will all work out. she works in vegas, "but not as a stripper." i like that little qualification she adds to it. i'm going to guess that she's the most stable chick on this year's show, so she's a good offset of how much i hate leah.

adam: token black guy. kind of a short fuse. he flew off the handle a bit in the earlier episodes. including one memorable one where he told leah that ace's cock was too good for her. she left the room crying. he's gotten better, but i don't see him adding much to the drama happening on the show. but he may shock us and make me proud. his dad was in the commodores, so that makes him a-ok in my book. and i dig the fro.

simon: token gay guy. and he's irish! he's the confidant with the girls, and i haven't seen much interaction with the guys yet, but it's still early in the show. i haven't seen much of him yet, but he seems to be strangely smarter than most of his american counterparts. strange.

mallory: the sweet, soccer-playing virgin that went to iowa state. the youngest on the show. mallory's mom told her one day on the phone not to embarress the family. but then mallory alluded to how she was going to let her family down. which brings us to a small number of possibilities which i rank in order of probability (best to worst): she's an alcoholic, she gives her viginity to ace, she's a lesbian, or she was abducted by aliens in high school. i think she's going to get bitchslapped by leah though, but that's because leah is evil.

chris (ct): my boy from umass. he's my favorite on the show. he's cool. he's got quirky defense mechanisms. he's a good dresser. he's a drinker. he's funny. he's me. i kid you not.

i hope their job (making a student guide of paris) goes well, except for leah. i hope they go to amsterdam for their vacation. i hope chris and christina hook up. i hope leah breaks down and leaves the show like ilene did on seattle. i hope mallory is just a drama queen and she's really ok. i hope adam hooks up with a french chick. i hope they have to have a house meeting about one of the roommates. i hope puck swings by the place for shits and giggles. i hope i hope i hope i hope.

children are our future

with the all star break 3 weeks away, i make my way to early predictions for the baseball postseason

american league:
division winners: yankees, twins, seattle
wildcard: oakland
alcs: twins over oakland in 7

national league:
division winners: dodgers, braves, cubbies
wildcard: s.f. giants
nlcs: giants over cubbies in 6

world series:
giants over twins in 7
(cuz san fran gets the homefield when the nationals win the all star game)

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not to be an alarmist, but i don't think enough people are taking the threat of subway serious enough.
i know i am not alone in the conviction that jared and the people of subway are trying to create a strong cult that will soon begin flexing its muscle in this world.
another example: the commercial where that blond guy (you know the guy, the "prophet" of the subway, the guy that goes and rescues everyone with subway food) and the subway worker (the "priest") go into the bank and begin talking about subway sandwiches. everyone in the bank automatically runs out of the building running for the nearest subway and their instructions on world domination.
go and eat the mind controlling drugs subway puts in there. chemicals that make you susceptible to the subliminal messages they put in their commercials. messages about getting that green ketchup or uhoh oreos or voting for pat buchanan. we don't know where their diabolical schemes end.
i urge you know before it's too late to switch to d'angelo's or quizno's.

shut the fuck up, donny

it's time for another excerpt from my new york times bestseller, reger's weird dreams and his extremely poor psychoanalysis of said dreams

so i'm in a meeting with my design team. today is the day that we present to the CEO and he decides which team gets the contract to pursue their design option.

we aren't finished.

chuck is yelling at me to finish up the coding so we can switch it on. i tell him there is no time, we have to go with an unfinished project.

we look across the office and see the other design team taking off for the elevators. the six of us on my team race for the lifts, too. we all get there at the same time. we cram 12 peopl in the elevator and notice that we are at max capacity. tensions are running high as we take the 100 flights to the CEO's office at the top.

once there we all sit down and he looks at both teams, "why don't you go first."

chuck starts talking about how great our system is and how we've managed to do some amazing things with the technology available. at that moment, i finish the coding, execute the program and turn invisible (well, i don't turn invisible, it's more of a shower curtain that you wear around you makes you disappear from the view of anyone around pretty cool, huh?).

a collective gasp goes out from the crowd. the CEO is beaming. i know we are going to get the contract. we're going to be loaded.

then the hammer falls. "they are going to market it to teenagers to hide kegs from the cops at parties," came the death blow from the other team. i stuck my head out of the curtain. i was a floating head that was full of rage. "what the fuck?!?"

the CEO looks at us and frowns. "we can't be having that type of marketing around here. that's bad for business. the other team gets the contract."

now i'm in the parking garage following the CEO to his car. i'm being very, very sneaky. the parking garage is very large. we've been walking for about 6 hours, and he still hasn't gotten to this car. there have been a couple close calls with the parking garage gangs, but i managed to hide from them under a miata and in the bed of a truck. the boss man is finally about to get into his car and i stop him.

"we aren't going to market to the teenagers, sir. we want to sell to the military. i think they would get a big kick out of this"
"really? cuz i was confused back there"
"understandable sir. but that was the other design team being petty and vile"
"i see. because back there you saw my red personality. it's very gulliable and only wants to please others. right now, i'm in my blue personality. it's a very smart one. i see how you have a working project and the other team does not. my blue vision can also tell your project will make us rich. you get the billion dollar contract."
"thank you sir"
"you should come out later. my green personality is going to show up. he's quite the partyer. i think he's irish"
"i just may do that sir."

then i take off and fly away like neo.
trippy, huh?

the wedding was fun on saturday. free beer at the reception. mich golden light is smooth over everything.
i ate a lot this weekend. my dad's mom is one of those grandma's that forces you to eat. a lot. we weren't there 10 minutes on friday before she was taking stuff out of the fridge and telling us to eat up.
"i got ham, turkey, potato salad, pasta salad, cucumbers, donuts, muffins, i can cook up some hamburger, hot dogs, if you want. what do you want? i have ham, turkey, hot dogs, hamburgers, muffins, potato salad."
it's good times, let me tell you.
fished again yesterday. 20" walleye. outfished the old man again. he only had a 17. i'm batting a perfect 1.000 for getting bigger fish than the dad.
oh yeah.

you're a sick, twisted individual

i scored a 96% on the "how minnesotan are you?" quiz! what about you?

going to wadena tomorrow for the uncle's wedding. he's 41, she's 27. seeing both sets of grandparents and most of my dad's side (it's his brother getting hitched).

senate panel sets in motion bill to overturnrecent FCC rule changes.
i don't worry too much about media consolidation and "full spectrum domination" as some of the hardcore hippies i know complain about. at first, i jumped on the liberal bandwagon and was like, "no, don't do that. freedom of speech! damn the man! blah blah blah." now, i've either become lazier, more cynical, or i've come to the conclusion that it's really not going to be that bad. 35 to 45%? more fox news? newspapers and tv stations owned by same people? gasp. i am concerned about the poor saps that don't have the mind to question what they hear and try to analyze the information in its own right. but those people have bigger problems than whether or not their news entertainment comes from a single company or not. they are morons, and they should be exterminated. but that's a topic for another day...

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corporations recruit for workers at college campuses all the time. setting up interviews, taking resumes, trying to woo the fresh graduates to their reputable establishment. all this is fine and dandy, but why wait til they graduate college to get them?

starting the beginning of senior year of high school (after most standardized testing is over and most students have a vague idea about what to do), companies should be looking to recruit people to work for them when the kids graduate college.

how do you get a kid to sign on? easy, pay for college in return for a few years of work. indentured servants? i say toe-may-toe, you say toe-mah-tah.

find out who wants to be electrical engineers, computer science guys, or management. give them some tests, some interviews, a little try-out, and then if you like them, bam! give them an offer.

give a list of acceptable colleges that offer programs for what you want the kid to do. let him apply and get in where he wants and the company picks up the tab. the kid then works for the company for 10 years afterwards.

throw in clauses talking about them dropping out, failing out, changing majors where they have to pay back the company all expenses from said college education at pretty high interest rates (25-30%) so no one actually drops the program.

it's like a professional draft. you're good in high school, so they pick you, send you to the minors (college) and you get a phatty big league deal (the 10 year payback) then you're a free agent after the first contract and can go to whatever team (company or industry) you want.

it's guaranteed employees in their early 20s when they are easier to work 6 days a week, 12 hours a day. probably no kids, not many health problems, definately no college loans. they are all yours. it's great.

one problem is if the signing age gets younger and younger and parents start signing away kids still in the womb in order to pay for college. GE probably won't want that electrical engineer if he ends up scoring a 850 on his SATs. unless he's a good artist, then they could put him in the marketing division. see? it will all work out. or it won't and everyone will be miserable.

(by the way, it'll be easier for a marxist revolution if we can create extremely unhappy working class. viva le revolution!)

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just got back from one of the things i miss about living in northern minnesota--fishing.

didn't do so shabby either. got a 22" walleye. snagged a couple northern pike but they weren't worth keeping.
going out again tomorrow morning to try to get some crappies (pronounced craw-pees, not crap-eez).

only bad thing were the flies. and not really bad, just annoying. they don't bite or anything. they just land on you and are annoying. but so is what's-his-name in washington. oh yeah, annoying like george w. bush.

for you peta members out there wondering why i can brutally murder those aquatic majesties, i say this to you:
1. fish are stupid.
if a buddy of mine came back to me and informed me that if i find a twinkie that kind of looks like a twinkie--but not quite--and is attached to a string and if i put it in my mouth i will be yanked into outer space and some giant aliens will squeeze me and stick things in my mouth and then throw me back to the earth, i'm going to be damn careful about what i frickin' eat. but fish don't care. you can catch dozens of them in the same night. they are borderline retarded. and we haven't even started talking about southern fish yet!
2. fish deserve it.
fish shit in our lakes, rivers and oceans on a regular basis. if any other animal were to spew feces all over our water supplies, you're damn straight we'd be killing them off faster than dr. mengele could. fuckin' fish.
3. fish are tasty.
sweet and sour fish is so good. even just some crappies sauted in butter. i love fresh fish. and fish is healthy as long as you're not eating any that come out of epa superfund sites, like salisbury pond in worcester.

if i can't fish when i get older and settle down and have to deal with the pressures of mortage, kids, insurance, the ol' ball and chain, i'll probably snap. just warning all you ladies out there, the pre-nup will have an angling clause, including both a boat fishing and ice fishing stipulation. i kid you not.

a world-wide search

net service at tke went down on friday night. and i knew that i needed to find a stable connection to continue my writing and surfing and procrastinating. so i knew there was only one thing to do. leave worcester and scour the globe for a decent internet connection. i drove to the worcester airport, hijacked a cessna, flew to new york and stowed away on a concorde. i'm very, very sneaky.

so paris was a nice town with some good sights. but my inablility to find a good freedom fries stand made me leave quickly. if a country can't accomodate my outrageous american-centric demands, i have no choice but to move on.

next stop was cairo. the pyramids were nice. but when i started screaming "USA! USA! USA!" and distributing 8x10 glossies of W with the caption "our messiah", some of the locals got a restless look in their eye. i could see it in the reflection of their drawn swords pressed against my throat.

bombay, land where all convience store employees are swedish. only a 56k was available to me. i mean, i want internet, but that would be like using a flinstone car when i know there is a maserati around here somewhere. so i dropped in with the dalai lama for some tea, and he said to me "gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga"

shanghai, the silicon valley of china, was full of highspeed internet access. but i can't speak, write or read chinese, so i was screwed. and the guy next to me looked like he was SARSing out, and i do not need no none of that.

hop, jump, skip, i'm in seattle. the microsoft mecca. where starbucks flows like water. but i tried using mozilla and i was assaulted by a couple of gates' paramilitary thugs. i fended them off with a tablet pc to the skull.

then i remembered that my parents have a cable modem. so on tuesday, after many hours of wandering the globe, i came to hibbing. and there was my broadband. glorious, glorious broadband. 24, 7 dedicated to my cruising of the world wide web. of course, they have the resolution set to 800x600. the letter e is roughly six inches tall on the monitor. the close buttons on windows look like strike markers for apaches. it's nuts. but the rents are getting old, the ol' eyes are getting weak. i'll let them have their little idosyncracies.

but i'm home for a week. got my uncle's wedding on saturday. not much else planned. maybe some fishing. probably some shenanigans (cute and cheeky ones) with my friends. but not much else.

til next time, take care of yourselves and each other.

to be on your own with no direction home

watched the high school kids milling around the voc yesterday. a lot of bling bling for 16 year olds.

and it made me do the "man, what would high school be like if i went back now?"

if i did it all over again without be this smart, i'd probably do the same things again and end up right where i am anyway.

if i went back with the knowledge i have now, well, it would be a different story.
i would fucking rule the place.

but would it be worth it?
i could fix all the shit that i messed up on, i could run that small world with my suave ways.
can you avoid your mistakes and improve your successes without changing who you are?
could i fix everything and be where i am today--only healthy, wealthy, and wise?
i doubt it.
my guess would be that i'm in vegas sleeping on a bed of coke with an entourage of hookers.
not that there is anything wrong with that lifestyle, it's just that i need a proper mattress to sleep on on account of my lower back problems.

no, my world is the way it is because of my choices in the past and i couldn't even talk about this if i hadn't made those decisions.

"i believe that we are solely responsible for our choices, and we have to accept the consequences of every deed, word, and thought throughout our lfetime."--elizabeth kubler-ross

like keanu, "whoa"

that's some heavy shit. i think the vast majority of problems in this world could be solved by people taking responsibility for their own lives. jobless? get a job. just because you think cleaning toilets is beneath you, doesn't mean that it's not a valuable job to society. choose your priorities and manage them so that you are actually accomplishing things that are feasible. i know i'm not going to be in the nfl, but that doesn't stop me from playing ball. i just know what my level of engagement should be and i don't blame others for me not playing at another level. you want that next level? then work for it. just do it. take the time and dedicate yourself to your endeavors.

if you will it, it is no dream.

of course this is a lot easier to say than do. fear always gets in the way. fear of failure. fear of trying new things. fear of risking happiness. striving for happiness may make you sad once in awhile, but it's so much sweeter than just be content all the time.
but listen to me ramble, if i actually took my own advice, i wouldn't be 30 lbs overweight, dead broke, or degreeless after 4 years of sometimes college.

or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. i'd like that. but that shit ain't the truth. the truth is you're the weak. and i'm the tyranny of evil men. but i'm tryin', ringo. i'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd

rain falls on the unjust and just alike

gave the volare its annual cleaning. vacuumed, washed the dash, cleaned the windows inside and out.
finally got that window to roll up that has been down for about 8 months.
good times all around.
then it rained, and i didn't put my windows in the perferred position of "up"
this led to the unfortunate condition of my ass being soaked.

how to drive a guy crazy in 10 days

just saw the kate hudson/matt mcconaughey romantic comedy how to lose a guy in 10 days.
let me just say that it is no bridget jones's diary.
for a chick flick, it was very entertaining for the male species.
and now i finally understand all the little comments that carla keeps making.

my weekend is almost over. gotta go back to running a few kis of pure columbian snow.
supply and demand, baby.

posting will be light and sporatic

from may 19 to july 17 i only get 8 days with a certain someone special.

this happens to be the week that i get her.

off to cook her dinner.

i'll think i'll have myself a beer

ever wake up, look at the clock and scream "fuck!"?
i did that today. i look over at the clock and it says 7:20
my girlfriend's plane lands at 7:24.
i live an hour from the airport.
wait, no, it says 3:35.
thank God.
i'm not a moron and slept through picking up my girlfriend.

i'm just retarded.

disagree all you want, but led zepplin is the greatest band of all time

if i were in charge of the world, there would be only one type of oreo--double stuf

if i got to decide things, sammy sosa would be forgiven for making a mistake.

if my finger were on the big red button, the timberwolves would win a championship and the vikings would get their superbowl

it would never rain on memorial day, fourth of july or labor day. and it would snow on thanksgiving, christmas and new year's day.

if i were more powerful than the pope, the dollar bill would be out. dollar coin would be in.

vegas would become a soverign nation like the vatican paying fielty to frank sinatra.

if i were blamed for the economy, i would make curling the sport of kings

volares (spanish for "it will fly") would go back into production as high end luxury cars that only i could afford since i rule the world with a soft, yet iron fist.

if i got my own chapter in future history books, a 4 day work week would be instituted world wide.

if it was my choice about where the olympics were held, beer pong would be played there.

driving in boston would require a permit that took 12 hours of intensive testing.

the textbooks would be rewritten so that the 1997 marlins "i just bought the world series" champsionship season would no longer exist.

if everything were up to me, i would let someone else do all the work. i gots sportscenter to watch.

and just where the hell have you been?

florida.

and why didn't you say anything to me?

i'm sorry, blog. but we just up and decided to go on monday morning.

you're trying to tell me you just up and drove 24 hours to florida for a day trip?

well, technically it was 22 hours...

are you insane?

well, technically, no. me, steve and irish had originally planned to go see some breweries in new england. then the irishdog called one up and the number was disconnected. so we were like, "what the fuck?" and i was like, "i've never been to florida." and he was like, "whatever." and i was like "this is my united states of whatever." so we went. and picked up jeremy on the way.

but you still only stayed there for like 12 hours?

well, technically, 9 hours. but we did pretty much everything st augustine has to offer. the most gorgeous beach at anastasia sate park. 85 and sunny, my friends. 85 and sunny. a1a ale works for lunch and some brews. wandering town for a while. san sebastian winery which just kind of showed up while looking for the ale works sheltered us during the intense thunderstorm. then back to the brewpub and then back to the north.

are you insane?

i got to go to florida on my weekend. irish went to the south and ate at a wafflehouse and had a krispy kreme. we all ate at hardee's. couture ended up getting his job while we were down there, so what better way to celebrate but being in florida? jeremy needed to hang out with us for a couple days and we needed him.

was it worth it?

oh yes. i want to go back there to vacation. except for a bit longer. say, 3 or 4 days. the only thing i would have changed was having a cd player or some tapes. listening to the radio through 10 states means you listen to a lot of foreigner.

how much foreigner?

let's just say, too much foreigner.

i'll let you get away with it this time. next time let me know when you're just going to up and leave. i was worried. i need you in my life

i know, blog. i know. i need you, too.

a mighty fine evening

my conspiracy theory hippie co-worker honestly asked me if i were a government spy ala patriot act.
he was serious.
i was laughing.
i told him that i'm not the kind of person the government would be enlisting to help them.
who better to infilitrate parts of society than those that are already in it? was his counterargument
i didn't have a response to that.
if i was really a spy, i wouldn't tell him anyway.
mischeivious laugh.
i'll just let him fester with this little idea that i may be a government spy sent to infilitrate the overnight crew at upscale hippie grocery stores
which according to the cia, these are places where a lot of terrorist activity is planned and carried out.
i need a way to mess with this kid. hardcore. i want to plant little seeds of paranoia in his head til they take hold and grow into large, large plants of paranoia.

suggestions welcome.