Guaranteed Fear and Loathing. Abandon all hope. Prepare for the Weirdness. Get familiar with Cannibalism.


Right now I'm nursing a sore throat/sore ear/sore shoulder type of illness with endless pots of coffee that put me to sleep, Hunter S. Thompson books, and an endless soundtrack of the White Stripes. It could be strep. It feels a lot like strep with swollen lymph nodes, difficulty swallowing anything other than ramen, and the all around feeling like I got run over by a semi... twice. I hope it doesn't last the standard two weeks and its just the inability to adjust to Alaska's weather, but there's that feeling that one of the mothers at work decided to share something that her kids were kind enough to bring home from school. Ugh. Blah. Yuck. My mother recommended soup, Chloraseptic spray (gag, but it works), and rest- which means calling in if I need to and make the boy take the dog out.

I digress. I do this often.

It was a normal day when I got that strange phone call. It's always seems like a normal day when you're informed that someone you knew was found dead in a dumpster and no one knows why or how or what. Circumstances of what happened are not found on the internet at the moment and from the little I know of Matthew Harmeyer, it sounds very strange to me. But I'm not a detective and I've lost touch with him over the past couple of years, so whatever I think I know probably does not stand true now. But it still upset me once the news sunk in. Matthew and I had one thing in common... David. I 'dated' David a few times over the past 5 years, and Matthew was his best friend. I met him a handful of times- saw how charming and funny he was and how he commanded attention everytime he was in the room. He always made sure I had a drink in my hand, a seat on the couch, and if I looked too bored he'd strike up a conversation. He was, and still is, one of my favorite memories of dating David. The rest of him was known through stories told to me by David-- he seemed legendary and amazing and wonderful. And by the reaction to his early death, he was to so many people. I can't imagine the loss of his girlfriend, his family, or his best friend...
I told my mom about what had happened and she said this is how the world will end. Not one big catastrophic event like everyone is saying it will be... but a slow descent towards the end of weird events, deaths, and other anomolies. I think she's right.
RIP Matthew Harmeyer.


I believe if Hunter Thompson were alive now, he'd be writing some of his most interesting material to date. The AIG debacle, bailouts, stimulus, debt, foreclosure... this just may be Fear and  Loathing at it's most dangerous. If this is change we can believe in then I've been fooled. And I've never been so scared of our government. I'd go into it further but mama said to never talk about politics or religion.
And my mother is a wise woman.

Random musings. Enjoy.