Given To Fly

Another List......

01.30.04 (11:41 am)   [edit]
I was thinking, about all of the concerts I have been to the other day, because I went to someone's blog, and she was talking about all of the ones that she has been to....I thought, you know what, I just as well keep my list theme, and go ahead and list the concerts I have been to..so here you go...and when I remem
ber who opened, I will include them too....
Live (2)
Collective Soul
Tom Petty was my first ever concert, some dude named Taj Mahal opened for him and he sang a song about how he likes big booties, that was really funny!!!
Hootie and the Blowfish (2) back when they were cool, they actually put on a really fun show!
Dave Matthews Band, I sat front row, and it was probably one of my favorite concerts that I ever saw! Corrosion of Conformity, Fear Factory and Machine Head and Drain STH at the same show....that was the roughest crowd I ever saw...I got kicked in the head twice, but it was a very loud show...really good!
Rollins Band (2) once at a radio festival, and the other at a really small venue where Henry Rollins was standing on my hands almost the whole time while he was singing on stage. It was intense!
The Red Hot Chilli Peppers with Spacehog. That was a great show as well, Flea mooned the crowd, he has a nice little Flea butt!!
Bush, Hum and the Toadies all at the same show.
The Smashing Pumpkins, that was a very, very good musical show! They were great live!
Ozzfest with Tool, and a whole bunch of other bands....including Ozzy, that was great! Oh yeah, Limp Bizkit was there too, they were ok, Fred is a little bit of a prick for me to like them however.
Tool again, they put on a show, really words cannot describe what they do live, it is just amazing!
Stone Temple Pilots, again at a rock festival....they were great, it's a shame about Scott, he is really talented, he needs to get off the drugs!
Phish, with back stage passes.
Fear Factory again, with Static X and System of a Down before they stuck it big.....they are phenominal live, if you get a chance, see them!
System of a Down when they headlined......again just amazing....I caught a drumstick at the show. I think Soulfly was at this show too, but I am not certain...they could have been at another show entirely, anyway, I drank out of the same bottle as Max Cavelera at this show. They kick ass live!!
Chris Cornell on his solo tour....I shook his hand, it was awesome! He is my favorite singer, musician of all-time so that was just a great all around experience. He played a solo version of Black Hole Sun that was just amazing!
I had a ticket for Nirvana on their very last tour before Kurt died. I still hate myself for not going.
Sarah Mclachlan, don't tell anyone, but I actually liked it.
Chicago....the tickets were free.....they were giving them away at grocery stores....I slept.
Janes Addiction, at a super small venue which was just amazing!
And then there is Pearl Jam....here is where I am seen them.....Kansas City (3), St. Louis (2) Knoxville Tennesse, Nobelsville Indiana, Oklahoma City Oklahoma, Chicago Illinois, and Council Bluffs Iowa. I think that covers it......they are simply amazing. If you are a fan of them, even in the slightest, go see them if you have the chance. They are amazing. They feed off the fans in such a way that is just amazing.
Bands that I need to see....Radiohead, Counting Crows, Ben Harper, Jack Johnson, Incubus, U2, and REM.....
Who I wish I could have seen......Nirvana, Jimi Hendrix, the Greatful Dead, the Doors, Pantera, Soundgarden, Blind Melon, Alice In Chains, The Who, and Jeff Buckley.
So there it is, that is it....a look into my musical life.....I probably left a few concerts out, not on purpose, just by lack of memory.

Song of the Day, one of my favorite all time songs to see performed live....Baba O' Riley by Pearl Jam....good God, this is an amazing song to see live, mostly because of the energy in the crowd, singing along, and seeing how the band reacts is just unforgetable!

Baba....

Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight, to prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry, don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally, take my hand
Well travel South, 'cross land
Put out the fire and don't look past my shoulder

The Exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together befor we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
(It's only) teenage wasteland

They're all wasted!

Places I have been....

01.29.04 (9:31 am)   [edit]
As mentioed before my father is a truck driver, and when I was smaller I used to ride with him all of the time during the summer. I have been to both coasts, and have seen many a truck stop. So I thought for shits and giggles, I would list all of the places I have been in my life....and give a little comment of each place, if I can think of one....

Stuttgart, Germany. I was born there, I wish I could remember it, I think it is slightly strange to think I have never actually seen the city or country in which I was born.

Georgia, hot....steamy....nice people, except my biological father.

Kansas, flatter than a pancake....it actually is, I read an article once, someone actually did research!!!

New Hampshire.....ahhhhhhhh!!! Beautiful!

Vermont, see above...if you ever get the chance you have to go!

Massachusetts, crazy assed drivers, Boston is a great city! My favorite! If you ever get a change to go, you need to!

Maine, again, simply beautiful!

New York, one large state to drive through! Buffalo smells funny. And whenever I get close to the Niagra falls, I always get the sudden urge to pee.....

Pennsylvania....I have only been around the Erie area....it was windy as all hell!

Ohio, drivers there are also terrible.....Cleveland Rocks!!

Indiana, lots of corn, home of John Cougar Mellencamp, I think that there is a all John all the time radio station there.

Iowa Idiots Out Walking Around......as a person that was raised in Nebraska, I am programmed to think this way.

Nebraska....yup..lived here...if you ever get a chance drive to Lincoln, the state capitol. The state capitol building looks like a great big penis, hence it is dubbed "The Penis of the Plains."

Colorado...I am go good at skiing, because I am a flatlander.

Wyoming, I will always have a special place in my heart for Wyoming. I saw my sister here when she was going to school at U of Wyoming in Laramie.

Nevada...it's there.

California....hot, smoggy and smelly....needs to fall into the ocean.

Utah, see Nevada.

Arizona....hot, but clean...lots of old people.

Oklahoma...RED DIRT!!! Coolest thing ever! Bricktown in Oklahoma City is really cool!

South Dakota....where in the heck is Wall Drug???

Minnesota, the skywalks in Minneapolis are pretty cool....lots of cheese.....milk is the state beverage.

Missouri or Missourah....depends on what side of I-70 you live on....I live here....I call it Misery.

Arkansas, the gem state....hilly, windy, one lane roads. Makes me think of driving in a rain forest. I saw a cult church here, I think they are sacrificing animals here as we speak.

Tennessee, is that Elvis's house???? One long state to drive through as well. Lots of Waffle Houses!

Alabama......see Nevada and Utah.

South Carolina....kinda pretty, if you can look past the hillbillies.....kidding!

Rhode Island.....I have been to bigger cities.

New Jersey...see Nevada, Utah, and Alabama, and it smells.

Delaware....see above and add Delaware.

Mexico.....from a tourists perspective.

Jamaica, see Mexico, I love Bob Marley!!!!

Puerto Rico...see Mexico and Jamacia....take out Bob Marley and add narrow streets.

Lots of Carribean Islands.....see above and add....lots of friendly people who thrive off my tourist dollar.

Illinois...land of Lincoln...Chicago is really, really, really Windy!!!

Kentucky....see those states where I couldn't think of anything to write about.

Virginia....yup.

West Virginia.....it's west of Virginia.....yup.

Um....hmmmm, I think that is it.....if I left any out let me know.

Song of the day.....MFC by Pearl Jam...a road tripping song, for me anyway. Eddie writes a lot about driving, as do I, except he puts in into the form of a song....I shape it into the form of drivel.

MFC....off the Yield CD, enjoy!

Sliding out of reverse into drive, this
We will be turning right, then straight
Off in the sunset she'll ride
She can remember a time denied
Stood by the side of the road, spilled like wine now
She's out on her own and I'm high

There's no leaving here
Ask- I'm an ear
She's disappeared

They said that timing was everything
Made him want to be everywhere
There's a lot to be said for nowhere

There's no leaving here
Ask- I'm an ear
He's disappeared
There's no leaving here
Ask- I'm an ear
Fuck it- we've disappeared

Which type of person are you???

01.28.04 (9:16 am)   [edit]
I was driving into work this morning, sailing along, right on time to get here a little earlier than usual. When all of a sudden all I saw before me was nothing but red brake lights. I instantly turned to a radio station that covers traffic "on the 9's". So I listened, and sure enough, there was a minor accident, no one was hurt (thankfully) but it was blocking the left lane of the highway that I was on, thus causing the traffic jam. Well, this delayed me for about 10 minutes...I still got to work on time, but regardless, it took from my time, which slightly angers me, because I have always felt that time is more precious than anything. If I had one single wish, I would wish back all of the wasted time in my life....wasted arguments, wasted times standing in line for anything just as a couple of examples.
Anyhow, this got me to thinking about the accident ahead, because a lot of people also decide to slow down to observe the accident. Given the situation, ie today, knowing that it was a minor accident, I wanted to see the person who took 10 minutes of my life. This got me to thinking there are two people in life, those who look at the scene to see the wreckage of the vehicle, and those who look at the people who have inconvienced them, or for the morbid, to see the injured. If it is a major accident with emergency vehicles on the scene and everything, that is another story, as I will often send a short prayer for all that are involved. But for minor fender benders and so on, no sympathies at all. Call me inconsiderate, but that is the way that I am.

Anyway, I am off my soapbox now.....as for the song of the day, I heard it this morning on the drive to work it is called After All off the Blender CD. I dunno, no reason I post this other than, I like the song, and I really focused on the lyrics today. I think that it has the potential to "speak volumes" to some people out there.

After All...

We steal to lose every colour
From the sky
Then crawl as a child
While the shadows burn our eyes

We know there's no longer shine
On this burned out rainbow

Lately it seems we've been chasing
What times resolved
Maybe something means nothing here
After all

Whispers are now screams
This conclusion never ends
My pride with your kiss
Even angels can't defend

We know we're running head on
Into our confusion

Still we hide safe behind these crumbled walls
Cause we know there's nothing here after all

Watch your step!

01.27.04 (7:39 am)   [edit]
We just got our third or fourth ice storm of the year here, and I still have yet to fall on my ass. I fell at least three times last year. Once going down some stairs, and I craked my tailbone on a step, and I couldn't walk right for a week and a half it seemed. This was no ordinary fall either. It started out normal enough, I was slowly walking down icy stairs, thinking I don't want to slip, because it will hurt like hell. Well as soon as I thought it, I did it. It was one of those were the legs and feet look cartoon like, where you see nothing but blur from those extremities....think the Flintstones when they begin to run anywhere. Then the falling began, it seemed like I flew into the air about five feet, then began my descent to the CONCRETE stairs. Yup, CONCRETE!!! Now, the decent seemed to take an eternity, I swear, it felt like 30 second passed by, before the collision of my tailbone and the edge of the stair. Damn it, that hurt so badly.
Anyway, walk carefully and please watch your step....
Song of the day, Between by Jerry Cantrell off the Boggy Depot CD.....why, just because I have always liked this song....some think it is a little cheesy, but I have always been a fan.

Between

Going to California
Try and find my head
Gonna swim in the ocean until I'm dead
Let the infection spread
On my way to Texas
Drive up on my ranch
Gonna take you fishin' up big branch
Well now you're my catch
Somewhere in between the wrong and right
We fight
It's fair to say that in your eyes I'm wrong
And in my mind, that's alright
Off in New York City
Good to see some friends
Scratched my nose upon a barrette on her head
Laid up in a rental bed
Then back home to Seattle
Fed the Monkey Man
I proceed to throw up all over my hand
Well it ain't so bad
Somewhere in between the wrong and right
We fight
It's fair to say that in your eyes I'm wrong
And in my mind, that's alright
That's alright

Long Haired White.....

01.24.04 (7:55 am)   [edit]
A few days ago, I posted a blog where I talked about being profiled when I had long hair, and I drove a car that was nothing short of a Mystery Machine. Well, I happened to stumble across this pic, it is my old drivers license pic, and it was taken some time ago. To bad i had to get a real job out of college or I would still have it, well, probably, who knows? Sorry for the quality, but I think that this will serve the purpose of the long hair hippie story. So without further delay, here is the mug shot.....enjoy!

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So, what do you think?

It's official...I just wasted about 40 minutes of my life!

01.22.04 (2:14 pm)   [edit]
I don't know which is worse....watching people babble about a glutch in tblog, or coming to the realization that I have watched people babble about newbie for 40 minutes......realizing that I just wasted 40 minutes of my life, watching people babble, and ababble....hmmmm....perhaps I am babbling! I'm not sure....
I tried to think of what a bigger waste of time was, and I think that I thought of one.....at the local amusement park, i have stood in line for close to two hours for a 5-7 minute ride called the Fury of the Nile....where the ride consists of about 7 people getting on this round raft thing....and riding through this water maze that shoots up artificially colored blue water that smells like a sewer.....after you get done riding this thing, you smell like a wet fart, and it looks like you just peed yourself.......

Long haired hippie!!!

01.22.04 (12:35 pm)   [edit]
When I was between my 17-about 23 years of age, I had long hair, well long hair for a guy anyway. It at it's longest went down between my shoulder blades. I kept it well, I didn't let it get greasy or shaggy looking or anything, it was as respectable as you could get really. Well, during this time, I was also profiled by the police that patroled by my home town. At the time a drove a 1987 Ford Mustang. Now, before you say sweet.....it was far from. Don't get all worked up or anything, it was pretty much a plain looking car, if not border-line rust bucket. But hey, it got me back and forth, it was a good car! Anyway, not to mention, with the long hair, my car also had a number of sitckers in the back window ranging from a Greatful Dead sticker to a tatoo bumpersticker from Kingpin Tattooing that read Tattoos are forever, life is not get one now before you rot! I thought it was catchy, so I put it on my car. I also had about 5 vanilla scented car freshener trees hanging from my rear view mirror. So I was driving to my home in Nebraska one day, and I was going the speed limit, a cop car met me on the highway in the opposite lane. As he passed I looked in my mirror, and he had his breaks on, getting ready to come after me. When he pulled me over, he asked me where I was going, I told him home. He just asked me 101 questions looking for a reason to give me a ticket of some kind. Then he finally found one, I'm gonna have to give you a warning for the air fresheners hanging off your mirror, they are obstructing your view. He proceeded to fillout a ticket and told me that once I took them off to mail the ticket back in so they would know that I did it. I said, I'll do it right now if you have a pocket knife on you. He handed me his pocket knife, I cut them down closed the knife and gave it back to him. Thank you he said, have a nice day.....then walked back to his car.
It was funny how people looked at me when I had the long hair, devil worshiper, or drug user/dealer I was often called, when I have done none of them, i never gave it a second thought. Funny how appearances can totally blur the actual person that lies beneath. Give people a chance, they may surprise you......I wish i had a picture, other than my driver's licence of my long hair. Maybe if I get enough interest, I will post a pic of me with long hair on my blog....let me know.
So In honor of my long hair "hippie days" as my mom would say, I am going to say that the Song of the Day today is....Uncle John's Band via the Skeleton's from the Closet CD by the Greatful Dead.

Uncle John's Band....(smoke em if you got em)

Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more,
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind,
Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?

It's a buck dancer's choice my friend; better take my advice.
You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice.
Will you come with me? Won't you come with me?
Wo, oh, what I want to know, will you come with me?

Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like?
Their wall are built of cannonballs, their motto is "Don't tread on me".
Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.

It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he knows.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Wo, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?

I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb;
I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune,
anybody's choice, I can hear your voice.
Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?

Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.

Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.
Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?

Me vs. the raisin.

01.21.04 (2:13 pm)   [edit]
I used to visit my friends house every summer when I was growing up. I would stay there for a week. His name was Matt, and we grew up as next door neighbors for about three years. We played baseball all of the time together, during the summer months, and during the winter and fall months we would play football. I had a number of friends there in that town, Matt was my best friend there however.
When I went to his place for a week over the summer, we would always sleep in his camper in the back yard. This would give us all of the time we wanted, if we wanted to go out for a walk at 1:00 am we would. We would run and extention chord out to his camper, so we would have TV and a fan. It was always great fun. Two things would almost certainly happen everytime I stayed there. One it would be hotter than hell in the day, and at night it would be frosty cold. And here we were in Nebraska, decently far away from a desert, so you wouldn't expect such a temperature swing. But sure enough there was always one. Also, there would be one day where it would just simply flat out pour down rain. This camper wasn't exactly floor model new, it had it's fair share of trips, so needless to say we would have been better off if we just eliminated the middle man, and slept outside in the rain, rather than try to protect ourselves from it via a holey camper.
However, whatever the climate/weather condidtions, we always has a blast.
However, one time during a rainy day, we were really bored, and we were sitting in the camper watching fuzzy tv, drinking way to much pop, and playing cards. Matt decided he was hungry so he went to the house and came back with a 5 pound box of raisins. Why do you need 5 pounds of rasins, and where do you get it??? That is what I wanted to know.
After about an hour of just playing cards, and blabbing, we realized that we had eaten the whole box of raisins. A couple of hours later, well, lets just say we were taking turns warming the toilet seat for each other......good lord it wasn't pretty! Poo jokes aren't funny, well, they weren't at that time anyway.
These days, I am not a big fan of the raisin, infact, you can't even get me to eat grapes to often. They just don't settle to well with me.
Song of the Day number 2......
I could go with heard it through the grapevine....but I won't....
Rather, I go with one of my favorite all time songs by Soundgarden off the Superunknown CD, The Day I Tried to Live. Whew, what a song. Brings me back to my junior/senior years in highschool. I listened to this CD almost non-stop, and this has always been one of my favorites....

The Day I Tried to Live....

I woke the same as any other day
Except a voice was in my head
It said seize the day, pull the trigger
Drop the blade, and watch the rolling heads

The day I tried to live
I stole a thousand beggar's change
And gave it to the rich

The day I tried to win
I dangled from the power lines
And let the martyrs stretch
Singing

One more time around might do it
One more time around might make it
One more time around might do it
One more time around
The day I tried to live

Words you say never seem
To live up to the ones inside your head
The lives we make never seem
To ever get us anywhere but dead

The day I tried to live
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

I woke the same as any other day you know
I should have stayed in bed

The day I tried to win
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

And I learned that I was a liar
Just like you

OUCH!!!

01.21.04 (7:45 am)   [edit]
Damn I am sore! I started working out monday night....weight training, I thought I started out with light weights, it seemed really easy at the time....but now, I can't even extend my arms out straight. This is normal, however for me, because I am quite used to this feeling because of my on again, off again workout routine. I need to just stick with it, and it will not hurt anymore. My chest, arms and abs are just killing me! So tonight, I have decided that after my workout, shower, and dinner, I will coat myself with this athletic creme that I bought that makes you smell like an altiod. But is t seems to help. So yeah, that is my story for the day...
I bought a new CD last night, AFI's Sing the Sorrow. I like it a lot. There are some pretty good lyrics on there, and I really like the arrangement of the singers voice and guitars. Good layering.
Pain be GONE!!! OUCH!!!! Damn it!!!!
I watched Bad Boys 2 last night, and as I was watching I made two observations. One, I don't know of a single cop that lives in a house like they do! I mean really, the cops around here don't really make that much, and here they were living in this HUGE house, and Will Smith's character was driving around in a really expensive sports car. Again, where did this cop come up with that sort of money? Then I made another observation, of all of the bullets that were fired in that movie, you would have thought you were watching Saving Private Ryan, or Platoon, or hell even Predator. You would have thought that WW3 had broken loose. Apparently the war on drugs is far more profitable/deadly fought than I ever knew.
Song of the Day, I heard it this morning and it has nothing to do with killing or pain, but it is a good song nevertheless. It is called String of Pearls by Soul Asylum off the Let Your Dim Light Shine CD. Good stuff. It reminds me of the summer when I worked pool construction. I would replay this song over and over again in my head to keep sane, it kept my mind off work. When listening to the song, you would keep listening for words of deep thought or meaning, but as it turns out it is just a really long story. It keeps the mind entertained.

String of Pearls.....

She swings the string of pearls on the corner
The street lights reflect the light in the water
The string it snaps and the pearls go sailing
And they splash and bounce and roll 'cross the wet street

As she bends to chase the pearls a car swings 'round the corner
She darts from the eyes of the panic-struck driver
Who's racing to the delivery room
'Cause in the back seat his wife is busting out of her womb

And the sack breaks and out come the Siamese Twins
Who grow up to become the first President
With two heads
Far better than one

He puts his heads in his hands, says I got to put my heads together
I can't become the best President ever
And not just President
Fend for yourself

Signs his name, takes the blame for all of the names with no shame
In their beliefs
They adjourn and they leave, and in walks a man
With a broom and a knife and blood on his hands

And he sweeps everything under the rug
And goes home to his kids and gives them a hug
But his wife was not there, she had just left a letter
That said "you'd be much better off without me"

Now his wife took the train to her ex-lover's funeral
Who died in the bathroom, hit his head on a urinal
When they got together, the knowledge was carnal
And the widow was at the funeral, and they had quite a catfight

And they fell into the hole where the casket was resting
And the preacher just left in the middle of the sermon
'Cause death was one thing, but women made him nervous
And he ran to his car and he drove 'round the corner

Then something in the street caught the light in his eye
He pulled over, reached down, and picked up a pearl from the gutter
And he didn't know what to think
So he brought it home and washed it in the sink

And he gave the pearl to Sister Mary Teresa
Who could not accept it so she gave it to Lisa,
A young prostitute who was missing a pearl
From the necklace that broke late last night

School smells part 2.

01.20.04 (1:16 pm)   [edit]
For those of you who read my blog, you would know that yesterday I wrote of how the school lunch always smells of mac and cheese, no matter what is served. It could be chili and it would smell like...mac and cheese. Today, I thought of another school smell, and everyone had one, the kid who smelled like pee. We had one his name was Mike W, and he smelt really bad of urine. He smelt as if he took a bath in pee, and used urine soap....he was very smelly. I wonder if it was just that he didn't bathe a lot, or if it was a medical condition or what, but Mike had the aroma of my toilet.

Where I live......Take off you hoser, eh!

01.20.04 (9:19 am)   [edit]
I was thinking last night of my house. I have a house, three bedroom, two bath, basement, two car garage..house....big house for one guy. But I am growing used to it. I live far north of all of my friends, hence, my house, and the land that it sits on is often called Canada. Which suits me fine, because when I was in college, my buddy markandersen and I often thought about moving up there.
So I will live with living in Canada, that suits me just fine....
Here are my observations about my home....Canada.
Again, it is pretty big for one guy, but I like it.
Not much to offer for comfortable furniture, but there is plenty of floor space to sit or lay on.
I have a big spacious yard (1 acre for you that are scoring at home). Half of which I mow, the other is my own private untamed wilderness, a Canadian National Park if you will. It is hell to mow an acre with a small push mower.
My surrounding neighbors all rednecks....how do I know? Two examples, they all own more cars than what can fit in their driveway, and more cars than people that live inside their house. Two, my neighbor, one week into me living in Canada told me that he likes to shoot his rifle at his trash can, which upon one quick glance was located with my house as a perfect backdrop for his target practice. I knew I should have looked into bulletproof siding!
I have been looking all over in Canada for "Canadian Bacon" and all I can find is ham.
I am pissed because all Canadian musicians, be it Our Lady Peace, Rusty (are they still a band any more) or even Bryan Adams, won't even stop by their homeland to play a show....ok maybe not so pissed that Bryan Adams hasn't stopped by. They are always to busy touring America or Germany. Grrrr! What nerve eh?
Celine Dion doesn't live here any more...which is fine with me, the Americans can have her, and keep her!
I am still a bit baffled why the McKenzie brothers aren't my neighbors. They should be, so I can get all of their free beer!
I was laying in bed the other night in my Canadian bedroom, and I forgot to turn on my celing fan. I love to feel the air blowing around all night, as it gives me a chance to snuggle under my blankets. But also it serves as a sort of white noise object. Well I discovered that I can hear the clock that is all the way across my house ticking away.......tick, tock, tick, tock.......ahhhhhhhhh!!! But I was so warm and settled in my bed, I didn't want to get up, so I tried the pillow over my head trick...didn't work, I could still hear it!!! So needless to say, I had to leave my warm bed to turn on the fan, to provide noise to keep me cool and to provide just the noise I need to go to sleep......is anyone else this way?

So my song for the day...not Canadian related at all, just a song that struck my fancy today.
Dyslexic Heart by Paul Westerburg....well he lives close to Canada anyway....or at least he used to....

Dyslexic Heart..

You shoot me glances and they're so hard to read
I misconstrue what you mean
Slip me a napkin and now that you start
Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart?

I try and comprehend you but I got a dyslexic heart
I ain't dying to offend you, I got a dyslexic heart

Thanks for the book, now my table is ready
Is this a library or bar?
Between the covers I thought you were ready
A half-angel, half-tart

Do I read you correctly, lead me directly
Help me with this part
Do I hate you? Do I date you?
Do I got a dyslexic Heart?

You keep swayin'... what are you sayin'?
Thinking 'bout stayin'?
Or are you just playing, making passes
Well, my heart could use some glasses

a question about lunch

01.19.04 (9:46 am)   [edit]
Think back to high school days, and for you still in high school or junior high, or what have you. When you were sitting there and it was about a half hour from lunch, and you could smell the lunch getting ready to be served, why was it that evertime, every day, it smelt like macaroni and cheese? It could have been meat-loaf and beans, or fish sticks and beans, hell if could have been fish sticks and......beans.....but it always smelt like mac and cheese. And don't get me wrong there is nothing wrong with mac and cheese, but when you were served, you were always disappointed that it was never mac and cheese!

My weekend and time

01.19.04 (7:26 am)   [edit]
I almost got ran off the road friday right after work, that always sours a person for a while. Saturday, I drove up to Maryville, the place where I spend four and a half years of my life, seeking love, self, and education. It was where I went to college. It was very strange to be back up there, things have changed to much! Businesses are different, people are different, it is just amazing how time can affect people and places. I haven't been to Maryville for nearly three and a half years, so it had been a while. I can still drive around the town though, as if I haven't left at all. And the town folk still give you evil looks if they suspect you as a college student. Which is quite funny, because they should love them for pumping money into the local economy. I even got flipped off, mistaken that I was a student. I stopped by a local establishment called the student body to buy myself some college merchandise, and the girl that worked behind the counter mistook me for a student as well. I was flattered.
So that was odd, I drove around town, walked around campus for a while, reflected on how all has changed, dorms are now built on a place where I played many a football game. That was a little sad to see.
More observations of time passing by and slapping me in the face, I was eating dinner with my parents this weekend, and I looked over at my dad, and he has this one single hair that grows out of the very tip of his nose. Why he doesn't pluck this thing on a regular basis is beyond me, but he doesn't. It used to grow in all jet black, now I noticed this weekend, it was grey. Time....shows no favor, it transends everything from college towns to hair growing out of people's noses.
The Patriots won, and they are going to the superbowl!!!!! Another indication on how time changes....they used to suck something horribly....but now....not so much. Time isn't always a bad thing, you can learn from it, and during it.
Back in high school I was farting in class and doing ass cartwheels down the hallway. Now I have graduated college, and have a decent job. I spoke this weekend with a parent of a girl that I went to high school with....she was one of the "smart kids" in high school her name is Brandy. She had straight A's and had it all going on for her. I learned that she still hasn't graduated. I wasn't even supposed to go that far, college and all. She was supposed to be there, not that I am in competition with her, but it made me smile inside to hear that she is still in school. Her mom then asked me what I was doing, and I told her of my job, and she asked did you have to get training for that? I said oh yeah, I went to college and graduated....she just simply said......oh.
That was my weekend......college, nose hair, and the PATRIOTS GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL, and I had a blast watching the game with my parents!!!
So, I was thinking song of the day....
Patriot, as performed by Pearl Jam. For the Patriots going to the superbowl and for over all freedom of choice, if it ranges from spirituality, to lifestyle.
Life and time show no favor, don't ever slow up, or you will miss out! I believe this is originally a Jackson Browne song, I could be wrong and if so correct me please!

Patriot.

And the rivers shall open for the righteous (X2)
And the rivers shall open for the righteous,someday

I went walking,with my brother
And he wondered,oh,how I am
Said what I believe with my soul
Ain't what I see with my eyes
And there's no turning back this time

I am a patriot,and I love my country
Because my country is all I know
I wanna be with my family
People who understand me
I got no place else to go...
I am a patriot...

I went walking,with my girlfriend
She looked so fine,I said,"Baby,what's on your mind?"
She said,"I wanna run like the lions
Released from their cages
Released from the rages burning in my soul tonight"
I am a patriot...

And I ain't no communist
And I ain't no socialist
And I ain't no capitalist
And I ain't no imperialist
And I ain't no democrat
I sure ain't no republican either
I only know one party,and that is freedom
I am,I am,I am...

I am a patriot,and I love my country
Because my country is all I know

And the rivers shall open for the righteous (X2)
And the rivers shall open for the righteous,someday
Someday,someday,someday...

Lids and zippos......

01.16.04 (11:38 am)   [edit]
Are some objects made just to made me think? Sometimes, I wonder.....such as the socks with toes, and why they don't make them for guys. If they do please let me know where I can find them, I wanna try them.
Anyway, the other day, I was eating lunch, and I got a soft-drink in a paper cup with a lid. The lid had the little buttons on it where you push them down and then you know what you are drinking just incase you forgot. As I always do I was pushing the buttons down, and noticed something very puzzling. They weren't staying down. They would pop right back up as if nothing had happened. I found this to be rather counter-productive. Why bother putting the buttons on there, if they don't stay down anyway? Grrr......so I sat there pushing on the buttons for more than 10 minutes...thinking that maybe they would just give up, thinking if I am persistant, they will just stay down. Well as it turns out lids are more persistant than me....is this a problem?
Secondly, I was at a bar the other night, Sidepockets, I don't play pool....I used to, but I basically went because all of my friends wanted to go. So we were sitting there and this lady came around offering free zippos to who ever would fill out this survey. I don't smoke, but I thought you know what, zippos are kinda neat, I could always use more things that start fires. So I took the survey. I got my zippo, but it didn't have and damned lighter fluid in it! I certainly don't have any at home..since I don't smoke and all.....what's a man to do with an empty zippo? Well I spent most of the night trying to flip it open with one hand and pretending that I could light it. Also, I found that a zippo with the lid going up and down makes for a great Pac-Man type device that you can use to eat people's heads off across the room. Now that's thinking! Who needs lighter fluid after all?
Who would win in a fight between Pac-Man and Ms. Pac-Man? I would say Ms. Pac-Man....simply because I would take a woman over a man in a fight anyday of the week. Also, why wasn't Ms. Pac-Man called Ms. Pac, or Pac-Lady, Pac-Girl, She-Pac? And it was Ms. right? Did they divorce? Because I remember watching a cartoon the Pac-Man cartoon where they were living together...they even had a Pac-Jr.! Hmmmm......that Pac-Man cartoon was pretty advanced for it's time!
Talk about advanced cartoons....if you haven't ever checked out Family Guy you really need to! It is on Cartoon Network at 10 (CMT) Monday-Thursday. Great show!
Song of the day....
Redemption Song.......by Bob Marley. I came across an unmarked CD the other day, and this was on there, along with Pearl Jam's cover of it. I loved this song even before PJ covered it, however, I like it all the more now. So without further delay...Redemption Song.

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the book.

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
---
/Guitar break/
---
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the book.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

A re-run....

01.15.04 (12:20 pm)   [edit]
Since I am kinda limited on time, and for all of my readers who may not have seen it, I am going to re-run an entry from the past. However, I do have a new song of the day however, it is isn't completely recycled....

101 ways to shoot the moon

Back in high school I had this crazy notion that everyone wanted to see my ass.....so I always dropped my pants. Every chance I got, I would drop trou. I even copied my ass and made about 40 copies and handed them out in the lunch line once. One senior girl (I was a sophomore at the time) told me that I had more hair on my ass than her boyfriend who was also a senior. I didn't know if this was a compliment, or a slam. Since I have always been rather particular of my ass....is it ok, to hairy, to flabby, to small, to big? I dunno. I can only go by what the mirror shows, and at times that looks a bit distorted, at least I would like to think so....certainly I'm not that ugly. However, I remember going home that night and looking at my ass in the mirror (I haven't done it since, cuz really it's not that great of a site) and I didn't think it looked all that hairy...I think it was just the copy.
I would also walk down the hallway, with my pants pulled a little bit down, I would make sure I was walking in front of Freshman girls, and I would drop my books, bend over, and show a little crack that way. It was all in fun really, I didn't mean to hurt anyone by it, I hope I didn't.
Also.......as if that wasn't enough, in study hall, I would get a pass so I could walk up and down the hall for a while, and while I was roaming, I would see that a classroom ahead had it's door open. When I was about a foot away from walking in front of the door I would pull my pants down about 6 inches, and do a cartwheel.....then continue to walk as if nothing happened. I can only imagine what it was like to be sitting in class, and watching a ass cartwheel outside your door.
I never really got in trouble, because the man was always to busy to bust my balls for bigger things, like my experiments with natural gas in science. Mooning was just an afterthought.

Song of the day Take a Picture by Filter...I heard this song today and it makes me reflect back to when I went back to Vermont/New Hampshire a few years ago. I took a plane out there of course, and I thought what would have happened if I did what this song entails, which is to streak down the aisle.....anyway...enjoy...

Take a Picture

Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
My skin is bare
My skin is theirs
Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
My skin is bare
My skin is theirs
I feel like a newborn
And I feel like a newborn
Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
I feel so real

Chorus:
Could you wanna take my picture?
Cuz I won't remember
Could you wanna take my picture?
Cuz I won't remember
Could you wanna take my picture?
Cuz I won't remember
Could you wanna take my picture?
Cuz I won't remember
Yeah

I don't believe in
I dont believe in
In your sanctity
You privacy
I dont believe in
I dont believe in
In sanctity
A hypocrisy
Could everyone agree that
No one should be left alone
Could everyone agree that
They should not be left alone, yeah
And I feel like a newborn
And I feel like a newborn
Kicking and screaming

Chorus

Hey dad what do you think about your son now
Oh hey dad what do you think about your son now

Ghosts and The Three Stooges.....

01.14.04 (12:34 pm)   [edit]
Nothing says male bonding like ghosts and The Three Stooges! Intrigued? Let me explain!
I thought of ghosts this morning off hardtoimagne's blog, if you haven't been there, check it out sometime, good stuff!
Anyway, the question of the day is if you believe in ghosts or spirits. I do, and here is why. When I was in high school, my buddy Hoaky and I really had nothing to do one Friday night, so we got a couple of friends together, got a case of beer and went to the Indian Lookout building that is just outside of town. The building was used back in the old days as a look out point for the farmers and etc, to look for Indian advances and so forth, which really isn't something that I care for, but regardless that is why it was there. The rumor has it that the Old Indian Lookout is haunted. We were going to get a few beers down us and find out for ourselves. So we drove out there, downed about 6 a piece, and started to walk up to the door. It was about 10 at night, and it was a cool evening, not really cold, but just kinda cool. Also, there wasn't a breeze at all. As we were walking up there, we were all debating who should be in front, I said I would, it was the two other guys, and Hoaky was last. As we were walking up to the doorway there was silence, it was completely still. I walked up on the porch, I felt a very cold breeze blow right by me, and then I heard a hey what the hell!? It was Hoaky, I turned around, and saw Hoaky flying through the air about 5-6 feet. Now one thing you have to know about Hoaky, he is a rather heafty man, about 275 or so, and to see him flying through the air like that I knew that none of us had just pushed him or anything, after Hoaky got up, we all piled in the car and got the hell out of there. Not a word was said between us, as we all knew what happened.
So yeah, I believe in ghosts, I also believe that Hoaky can fly.
That night Hoaky and I bonded.
Next up for bonding, my second year in college I shared a room with a good friend of mine Aaron. Aaron and I had a strange ritual that started completely by accident. We were sitting there in our room one night wtaching TV. Suddenly we became completely entralled in The Three Stooges. There we were laughing at the eye poking and punching and so on, then we looked at each other laughing, and then suddenly realizing that we have been sitting there for a half hour, watching the Stooges in our underware. This became a ritual, we did it almost every night. I am telling you, world peace could be established if we got all of the world leaders to strip down, and watch The Stooges! No joke!
I ate Chineese food last night, at a place called China One. I have never been there before, so I thought I would check it out. It is a buffett type of thing. They also had mongolian bbq....damn yummy! I made the following observations while dining at China One. One, they have the most horrible lights set up on the buffett. They are those tube lights that come in a string, and they blink on and off and alternate colors. I didn't know if I was at a restaruant or a dance club! Secondly, if you ever listen to the music that is played in a Chineese restaraunt, I cannot tell the difference between the Chineese music that is played, and Spanish music that I listened to in Spanish class in high school. It's all pops and whistles here! I guess maybe I should have paid more attention in Spanish class! Maybe if they had The Three Stooges in Spanish I would have learned a lot more! Maybe!!!
Now there's a thought!
Song of the Day...
I am listening to Collective Soul today, the CD is Blender, and the song is 10 Years Later. I was in high school taking Spanish class about ten years ago today I am thinking. Probably failing a test. Although this song has nothing to do with Spanish, it has everything to do with it being ten years later and still being lost.....

10 Years Later

Lack of knowledge has a source (oh boy)
Still my thoughts must run their course (oh yeah)
And they do

Does my memory comfort you
While your eyes see me through
Well it's 10 years later and still I haven't a clue
Oh I'm crying

Caution breathes a lonely breath (oh boy)
Love withstands but time must rest (oh yeah)
And it does

Does my memory comfort you
Your eyes see me through
Well it's 10 years later and still I haven't a clue
Oh it's 10 years later

Death traps with laces part two......

01.13.04 (8:02 am)   [edit]
I have made reference to these shoes that I have before.....they cause me to have all of the zap-it power of a taser, if not more. Well the other day I was walking around, yeah, I know friction and all of that jazz is causing my eletrical traits, but how else am I supposed to get from place to place? Levitate? Anyway, I was talking past a metal filing cabinet, and ZAP!!! I have had witnesses come up to me and say, I saw it, it was like lightening shot out of the cabinet and directly at me. Now the thing is, I have grown used to the fact that when I wear these shoes, I shock everything, however the placement of this attack was terrible, and it is really making me second guess if wearing these shoes (although really stylish and comfy) is worth it. The static shot at me from one leg to the other, causing every hair on my legs to stand upright. The placement was just a few inches above my knee, a little to close for comfort! I don't know what to do! These are really cool shoes, but I fear for my life, or at least my manhood.
I am drinking hot tea today rather than my usual coffee because I think that coffee is making my pee smell funny.
Does anyone else put milk in their tea?
I do not have milk here at work, so once I tried to add the powder creamer to my tea instead, and it tasted horrible!
I am thinking seriously of getting another tatoo, and I probably will, because I am one of those people that once they get an idea in their head, something that sounds really cool, I am going to go through with it. I already have three, a sun on my upper arm, a tribal circle on my shoulder, and an arm band. I am thinking that I am going to get one that either goes opposite of the on that is on my upper arm, or one that goes down my spine. I am designing one right now that goes down my spine, but people keep trying to talk me out of getting it because it will hurt. None of my other three bothered me in the least, I am thinking I will be ok, but we will see.
I am going to start weight training and doing yoga next week. I am in the process of chaning my diet right now, in preparation, more water less junk food, you name it. I currently have way to much junk food at my house right now, you people on the east coast might know what I am talking about, it is all about the Funny Bones by Drakes.....Damn! Those are probably the best junk food cakes of all time!!! I have family from NH that send them to me...although rather than eating the two that come in a package, I might have to limit myself to one.
Anyway, since I am starting to get all pumped about weight training and all, I am going to post a song of the day that I listen to while I am working out. Agressive music! GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Fucking Hostile by Pantera, which reminds me of working out during the summer in for my sophomore year of football....RAWK!!!!

Almost every day
I see the same face
On broken picture tube
It fits the attitude
If you could see yourself
You put you on a shelf
Your verbal masturbate
Promise to nauseate
Today I'll play the part of non-parent
Not make a hundred rules
For you to know about yoursef
Not lie and make you believe
What's evil is making love
and making friends
and meeting God you're own way
The right way

(Chorus)

To see
To bleed
Cannot be taught
In turn
You're making us
Fucking hostile

We stand alone

The truth in right and wrong
The boundaries of the law
You seem to miss the point
Arresting for a joint?
You seem to wonder why
Hundreds of people die
You're writing tickets man
My mom got jumped -- they ran!
Now I'll play a public servant

To serve and protect
By the law and the state
I'd bust the punks
That rape steal and murder
And leave you be
If you crossed me
I'd shake your hand like a man
Not a god

(Chorus)
Come meet your maker, boy
Some things you can't enjoy
Because of heaven/hell
A fucking wives' tale
They put it in your head
Then put you in your bed
He's watching say your prayers
Cause God is everywhere
Now I'll play a man learning priesthood
Who's about to take the ultimate test in life
I'd question things because I am human
And call NO ONE my father who's no closer that a stranger

So there I was sitting there, thinking. Not for the faint of heart!

01.12.04 (12:28 pm)   [edit]
Last night I went out with my friends for our weekly visit to Hooters to get our in take of flat beer and bad food. I don't go there for the boobs, I promise.....seriously!! I am more of a butt guy! Anyway, we started drinking there at about 5 and stopped around 8:30 or 9. There were 7 of us, and we went through many a pitcher and 99 hot wings, she dropped one on the floor, grrrrr! I was kinda tipsy by the time we left. Some of the guys that went with us wanted to extend the night a bit further, so we stopped and picked up our girls, and we went to another bar. I used the opportunity to sober because I still had to drive home, and my girlfriend Stacey cannot drive a stick. So we stayed at the other bar until about 11:30 or so. I was still feeling the beer that I drank in the short amount of time, but I was good to drive, no spinnies!
So we got home, and went to bed.
Well about 4:30 in the morning, I woke up, and I did have a little case of the spinnies, and my tummy didn't feel so hot. It was one of those cases where you had no idea which end it was going to come out of, but you knew whatever event was about to take place, it wasn't going to be pretty. So I got up and rushed myself to the bathroom. When I got there, my stomach still didn't decide what it wanted to do yet, so I just sat there on the stool for a while. So I was sitting there thinking, wondering what was about to take place, and soon my answer came to me, in what was almost human combustion. Have you ever seen the movie Dumb and Dumber? Yeah, I was Harry during that bathroom scene...OUCH!!! After about 10 minutes I was spent, and I almost fell asleep on the pooper. No good! Oddly enough, I don't feel all that bad today, except everything that drink today, water, coke, what have you.....it all taste like beer.....I hate that day after effect.
Anyway, I have another song for the day....part 2 if you will....
Transcending by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers off the One Hot Minute CD. This song was written about the death of River Phoenix, a good friend of Flea's. This song makes me think of my freshman year in college, I saw the Peppers finally, that year. And I absolutely loved this song, I listened to it all of the time. Although the Peppers themselves aren't particularly proud of this CD, it is still one of my favorites by them. Well really I like all of their stuff...hmmm.....yeah, so anyway, Transcending.....

You are my god you are my dog
You kept me close love never lost
I called you hippie you said fuck off
Said your brother's a real punk rocker

Refrain :
Something gonna happen
Something very soon
Transcending flesh could be a breeze
Sending me oh over the Moon

Friends near death you gave respect
Sympathetic Intellect
Choices are, for one and all
All we are is, leaves that fall

Thats All..

Always be loving you
Now I'm away from you
Always be loving you

Round and round inside your head
Smartest fucker I ever met
Vicious fish bit at your toes
Made you lie and numb your soul

You Donkey Ass You bore the load
Of all creations Tortured Souls
Choices are for One and All
All we are, are leaves that fall

Like no other I love you you're my brother
Like no other I love you you're my brother
Like no other I love you you're my brother
Like no other I love you you're my brother
Like no other I love you you're my brother
Like no other I love you you're my brother

Water flowing and I will drink it
I will Drink for You
A part of me left that only you knew
Will never be understood
Will never be understood

Hey, Understand Entire Lifetime flashed before me
In a loving Stream
Hey, Mother May have lost a child but she gave birth
To a loving Stream
Hey, Left alone, with a God who'll come and take you
To a loving Stream
Hey, Heart of Gold, with those special things you gave me
In your loving Stream

In a Loving stream

Fuck the magazine
Fuck the dream machine
See the Human Being
In a Loving Stream

Fucked by Legal Greed
Fucked by nights we've seen
See the Family
In a loving stream

Football and A-hole dads, another story of parent-child angst.

01.12.04 (8:14 am)   [edit]
I have random thoughts today, it seems my mind is going from 0 to 60 in about 3.5 seconds. Perhaps the vitamins are having an off day, who knows?
Anyhow, my favorite football team (NFL, American football) for all of those readers across the pond, the New England Patriots are one game closer to the Super Bowl! I am really excited! I will be going to my parents house and watch the game with my Mom this weekend. We are both HUGE Patriots fans, as we are from that area. I claim that anyway, however, the majority of my life I was raised in Nebraska, I will always be a New Englander at heart. Which reminds me, I have never listed all of the places I have lived have I? I will go in order from birth place to present time.......here it goes, Stuttgart Germany, Savannah Georgia, Ft. Scott Kansas, Keene New Hampshire, Union Nebraska, Howe Nebraska, Stella Nebraska, Kansas City Missouri, Maryville Missouri, Platte City Missouri, Edgerton Missouri, and last but not least Trimble Missouri. Whew, I am worn out from all of the moving! My biological father was in the army, hence all of the moving around in my childhood. With him, I lived in the first 3 locations. My mom met my current dad (Tom) and here we are from New Hampshire to Nebraska......from being a high lander to a flat lander, NebraSKI!!!! What? There's a couple of hills you can go down, provided we get SNOW!!!
Anyhow, so I am going to Nebraska to watch the Patriots game, and I am very much looking forward to it.

The above sprung thoughts about my biological father. His name is Kit, like the car off Nightrider, except the car was way cooler. I have seen him twice in my life, once when I was about 11 or so, the other when I graduated from high school. I have spoken to him only a few times well, either via e-mail or phone. I haven't heard from him for about 5 years now. There are two reasons why I don't really care for the man......one, he left my Mom and I when I was very young, then he fell behind on child support. Mom at one point was working three jobs to support her and I. She is the strongest woman I know, and probably will ever know. When Kit came up to my high school graduation I spent a lot of time with him, trying to mend fences and so forth. Things were going good, until one day when we were driving around and he decided to tell me that the reason for my parents split was because of my mom. I wasn't going to have any of it. I looked him right in the eye and said, you know what regardless of who's fault it was, she was always there for me. You were not, except in the form of a $20 bill and a card for my birthday (which I always got late) and Christmas. You didn't pay child support for years, and you have the balls to sit there and tell me that it was all my mom's fault??
That was the big conversation of that visit. So we stayed in contact here and there after that. I wrote him a long letter, trying to establish better communitions with him, and I gave him my e-mail address to contact me. So he e-mailed me, told me what was new with his life and so on.....in the body of this e-mail he misspelled my name 6 times over. It was his idea to name me this!!!! You would think that he could spell it!!! Needless to say, I haven't spoke to him since. Do I forgive him again? I wonder if I should. Life is to short to hold a grudge. However, I have been perfectly fine without him in my life, do I really need his influence. I have a step-dad who has basically took my under his wing, for all intensive purposes adopted me, he is my father figure. I call him dad. But do I contact my biological father because it just seems like it would be the right thing to do? I wonder sometimes.

Song of the day...Low Light by Pearl Jam off the Yield CD. It's playing right now, and therefore I thought I would share. Love this song. Nice and slow, and a good song for relfection....enjoy!

clouds roll by
reeling is what they say
or is it just my way
wind goes by
low light
sidetracked
low light
can't see my tracks
your scent...way back
can i be here all alone?
clear a path to my home
blood runs dry
books and jealousy tell me wrong
i will feel calm
voice blows by
low light
car crash
low light
can't wear my mask
your first, my last
voice goes by
two birds is what they'll see
getting lost upon their way
wind rolls by
low light
eyesight
low light
i need the light
i'll find my way from wrong
what's real, our dream i see

Werk #2......

01.09.04 (11:36 am)   [edit]
Continued.....
Before I get into work, I watched a movie last night called Punch Drunk Love, Adam Sandler is in it.....his character is for the most part me.......thought I would add that in.....anyway....
I had a intership working for a local engineering frim, and I loved it. At the time I maintained Cadastral maps. These are maps that are created to show what properties people own as described by legal descriptions. Fancy sounding huh? I love it, because it was here where I was trained on how to maintain a map by hand. It was a great experience for me, it made me appreciate my next intership all the more.
Internship number 2.....I worked for a local county, in the government. There I did the same thing as above, except this time on computer....using a semi-outdated GIS. GIS.....Geographic Information System, computerized maps for a lack of a lengthy geeky description. There is so much more to it than just that.
There I worked with a man named Jim, him and I are still very close friends today. In fact I am the Godfather of his baby girl Piper. She is simply beautiful. I have never really looked at little babies until recently, they are simply amazing. God willing I will be lucky enough to have one of my own someday. From here I graduated from college, and worked with Jim as my first full-time job, and I loved it. I met a lot of improtant planners and figures in the area. They all knew me on a first name basis, it was wonderful. I soon took over as manager after Jim left, GIS Manager.....it was odd because I was only a year out of school. Once that happened however, I made a drastic upgrade of the GIS that they had there, which leads me to the job that I have now.
I am now a GIS/Title Plant Supervisor (I don't really know what this means, but it was the title I was sorta given). I was hired here to do the same thing as I did before. I am still hopeful that it all pans out.

That is pretty much it for all of my jobs.

I got this idea from reading a blog the other day that asked the question where were you 10 years ago. Well I was still in high school thinking for the future, probably making decisions that were a bit more grown-up than they should have been at the time. Then this just made me think of working at a grocery store, to where I am now, reflect.....I do that a lot. A good friend of mine always tells I over analyze everything. I still have yet to decide whether if this is a blessing or a curse. It seems that I clutter my head with a million of trivial yet semi-important events, really for no reason what so ever. I guess, that is why I blog and journal at home. So I can get all of these thoughts out?! I dunno, you tell me.

Song of the Day......before I had a song for the blog...in Werk part 1. Now i have the song of the day. I heard it this morning and remembered just how much the band, and the song meant to me....reflection....again.....silly me.....?

The song is called Dance with You by Live....makes me think of Washington DC, and I have never even been there.

Sittin' on the beach
The island king of love
Deep in Fijian Seas
Deep in some blissful dream
Where the goddess finally sleeps
In the lap of her lover
Subdued in all her rage
And I'm aglow with the taste of the demons driven out
And happily replaced with the presence of real love
The only one who saves

I wanna dance with you
I see a world where people live and die with grace
The karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace
I wanna dance with you
I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds
And lead us back to a world we would not face

The stillness in your eyes
Convinces me that I
I don't know a thing
And I been around the world and I've tasted all the wines
A half a billion times came sickened to your shores
You show me what this life is for

I wanna dance with you
I see a world where people live and die with grace
The karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace
I wanna dance with you
I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds
And lead us back to a world we would not face

In this altered state
Full of so much pain and rage
You know we got to find a way to let it go

Sittin' on the beach
The island king of love
Deep in Fijian Seas
Deep in the heart of it all where the goddess finally sleeps
After eons of war and lifetimes
She smilin' and free, nothin' left
But a cracking voice and a song, oh lord

I wanna dance with you
I see a world where people live and die with grace
The karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace
I wanna dance with you
I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds
And lead us back to a world we would not face
We would not face
We would not face
We would not face
We would not face
We would not face

Werk Sucks part 1.

01.09.04 (9:35 am)   [edit]
So I was thinking the other day about jobs that I have had in the past. Most haven't been all that fun, but then again, it is werk after all. So I thought that I would blog about my job history today, what a strange trip it's been!
My first ever job was working at a grocery store called Hinky Dinky, or what people called The Dink. The people that worked there, you guessed it, Dinks. I started out as a carryout. I was the kid who would ask you paper or plastic. We were told to push plastic, because it was cheaper. I always bagged paper, anit-establishment from the start. Then I would walk your groceries out to your car and load them into your back seat for you. We were told to never accept tips, and that I never did. I liked being a carryout, however there is only a limited number of times when you can talk about the weather before you start to loose it. Yep, it sure is going to be nice today, blah, blah, blah. I liked talking to the people though. I often had a number of mom's wanting to hook their daughters up with me. That was always kinda flattering.
Then I became a stocker at The Dink, that was great because I didn't have to walk around in the rain and snow anymore. I got the paper towels aisle. Each stocker was assigned their own aisle. Mine was given to me because all of our paper products were located on the top shelf in the back room, and I was the only one that was monkey-like enough to climb up there and get the boxes.
My next job was working for a pool company called Sun and Swim. We installed and maintained in-ground pools. We installed pools for some very wealthy people in the KC metro, baseball players, lawyers etc.... This job was very physical, I worked with pouring cement and shoveling gravel around almost everyday. However, it kept me in great shape and I had an excellent tan. Bad thing was it may have been a little to physical, because I one day on a 17 hour job, I am quite certain that I became a little exhausted, and so forth. I became nauseated and light headed. It wasn't good. So I decided that this job wasn't for me.
I then worked at a Wal-Mart where I was a 5-2 stocker, of which I have talked about before.
Then I worked at a truck stop as a diesel jockey. I would fill-up the trucks as they would come in while they went inside and did their thing. It was a really cool job actually, because you got to meet a lot of people from all over the place. I was also somewhat of a bouncer here too, because the truckstop had a bar in it. This is rather ironic, because I am not a violent person, and at the time I weighed all of about 155 pounds. I wouldn't be able to break up a fight if I had to. I met this biker from St. Louis when I was working there. His name was Fast Eddie, he bought me some beer when I got off work, and we just sat there and drank beer and talked. He was a neat guy with a long story. He told me that whenever I wanted another tattoo I could go by this place in St. Louis and tell them that Fast Eddie sent me, I would get hooked up. I wish I could remember the name of this place, because I really want another one.
Then the next job I had was working as a "Golden Boy" in the student union at college. We were called that because of the wicked birght ungodly color of the shirts that we had to wear. I had to take out the trash and clean off tables. Not a big deal. I mostly sat and talked to my friends.
Next job, I worked at a cemetery for a lawn care service. I loved this job. I got to work outside, get a good tan, and good exercise. I had a big walk behind mower and walked all day long. We mowed 40 acres a week. It was a lot of work, and at first it kinda freaked me out, cuz I was walking on top of all of these graves. But after a while, I didn't pay any mind. It gave me a whole different perspective on death, which sometime I will share. I will have to say, I was probably close to being in the best shape of my life during this time.
Next job I had was working at KFC.......that was just sick, but it paid the bills. I would go into detail, but you would probably never eat there either.
This was the last job that I had that I would say falls under the catagory of non-professional, with the exception of one more, which I will share later.
Song of this blog......Friend of the Devil.....I first heard this song from a friend of mine that I met in college, his name was Alex, we all called him Stumpy. It is a Grateful Dead song and it can be found of the Skeletons in the Closet CD....it is a great CD to just kinda mellow out to. I heard a version of it the other day, the Counting Crows covered it, and it isn't bad!
Anyway, here it goes....

Friend of the Devil....

I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep last night 'till the morning came around.

Set out runnin' but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills
I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills.

Set out runnin' but I take my time, a friend of the devil is a friend of mine,
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

I ran down to the levee but the devil caught me there
He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air.

Set out runnin' but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night,
The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie, and she's my hearts delight.
The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail,
And if he catches up with me, I'll spend my life in jail.

Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee
The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me.

Set out runnin' but I take my time,
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine,
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night,
The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie, and she's my hearts delight.
The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail,
And if he catches up with me, I'll spend my life in jail.

Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee
The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me.

Set out runnin' but I take my time,
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine,
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

Is this a sign of me getting old??? And thoughts about hell.

01.08.04 (11:40 am)   [edit]
I was watching tv the other night, and a commercial came on for the local tv station endorsing their weather department. The guy was talking about how their super duper dopplar weather system 2000.56 is much better than the other news stations systems. Now the thing was I became bored with the guys ramblings, so I decided to focus on the music that was playing in the back ground. I nearly shat myself, it was The Smashing Pumpkins Drown (a former song of the day) that was playing in the background. I thought to myself, oh crap! I am getting old when TSP music is becoming mellow enough to be played on primetime tv promoting weather departments. Then I thought wow what a odd selection DROWN by the Smashing Pumpkins! Hmmm, I wonder....."Not matter where you are I can still hear you when you DROWN." What a slogan to pass on as a weather department!!!
Here I have been thinking that the very first sign of old age would be that music that I grew up listening to would be on classic rock radio stations. Pearl Jam sandwiched between Air Supply and Europe. YIKES!! What a terrible thing to look forward to!
I was watching The Storm of the Century last night and in that movie there is a line said by this creepy old lady..."I will see you in hell, and when you get down there I will eat out your eyes, over and over again, because hell is repitition." All I have to say is OUCH, over and over again.
Then I thought what would be my own personal hell if I were to be going. I believe that each person is given their own hell, and it isn't being Satans own personal miner or something. Like Dennis Leary says, his own personal hell would be having to sit and listen to Shadow Dancing by The Bee Gees over and over again. Again all I have to say to that is OUCH over and over again!
So my own personal hell would be living in a world without music. Or....if they did have music, having to listen to MUZAK. You know that piped in "music" crap that is played in elevators and grocery stores. That stuff is horrible. Nothing like listening to crappy remade flute versions of songs that were already originally crappy enough! 10 years from now think about walking into your local grocery store and hearing the White Stripes, AFI, Blink 182, or heaven forbid Pearl Jam versions of MUZAK! Dear GOD! What is Radiohead were to be remade by MUZAK, would there be a difference? Hmmm....that's something to think about!
What would your own personal hell be? The above is mine, that would equal getting my eyes eaten out over and over again.
Song for the Day.....as I was writing this, I was listening to Audioslave, man this is great stuff! But I was thinking why wasn't We Got the Whip included on this CD? We Got the Whip was on the demo version that was leaked out about a year before Audioslave's CD was released. Hopefully it will be included on the next CD. It was a great song. However as for the song of the day, I am going to go with Exploder, one of my favorite songs by them off this CD. What a RAWK song!!!!

Exploder by Audioslave....

Met a man locked away
for things he hadn't done
innocense on a ball and chain
never feel the sun
a grin on his face
roses in his hands
but when he smiled at me
i could understand

if you're free you'll never see the walls
if you're head is clear you'll never freefall
if you're out right you never fear the wrong
if you're head is high you never fear at all

there was a daughter of a man
took his life too young
she swore she'd never do those things
then did just what he'd done
and a boy whose gone insane
voices in his head
no one knows what they say
now his mothers dead

if you're free you'll never see the walls
if you're head is clear you'll never freefall
if you're right you never fear the wrong
if you're head is high you never fear at all

cuttin me down
cuttin me down

there was a man who had a face
it looked alot like me
i saw him in the mirror and i fought him in the street
then when he turned away i shot him in the head
then i came to realize i had killed myself

if you're free you'll never see the walls
if you're head is clear you'll never freefall
if you're right you never fear the wrong
if you're head is high you never fear

cuttin me down and
cuttin me down

Why can't everyone be like me!!!????

01.07.04 (6:23 am)   [edit]
While writing yesterday, it occured to me that perhaps I should have wrote two separate blogs one growing up in the country, and two growing up as an only child. If you didn't grow up as an only child, you really cannot imagine the isolation that you feel. It wasn't a lot of fun sometimes. But again, I got through it. Now people just think that I am a bit nutty, since I still often times go back to that mind set where I have to entertain myself. Case in point the other night I was out to eat with Stacey, and I took the chicken fingers that I was eating, and placed them on my hands as if they were my actual fingers. At this point I began to cluck like a chicken, then I also said in human, just in case anyone at Wendy's didn't speak chicken.......look at my chicken fingers, look at my chicken fingers!!!!! Of course it goes without saying, but she and half of the room looked at me like I was a couple of cheeseburgers short of a Happy Meal.....but hey, I had fun!
My friends would say that I often go a little spastic, and just out of nowhere pull something out that will just leave them guessing if I am halfway sane. Which, I kinda like playing that card to be honest, I really don't know why.
But I question what exactly is normal? Conforming to the average of a group, so says Webster's Dictonary (who by the way must be the oldest person alive, because he keeps coming out with dictionarys every year!) How can there be a normality with so many opinions in the world? Normal to one person may not seem so normal to another. Like maybe one persons way to greet another man is to run up to him and kick him in the nuts. That is perfectly normal to him, to others, not so much. Maybe to some it is perfectly normal when not given the right dish at a restaruant is to flip off have the place. Maybe to others not so much. The old saying goes, what a boring place it would be if we were all the same, and I totally agree! So why exactly are we as a human race trying to get everyone to buy into our politics, ideals, beliefs, or their own perception of normality? Why can't we all be the same?? I think that it is simple, because we are all individuals, every last one of us count as one person, one human being, and of one mind, our own.
So with that, and to keep the theme constant, today's song of the day is I Am Mine by Pearl Jam off of the Riot Act CD. Great CD and their last under Sony, now they are independent, and will most likely stay that way.

I Am Mine

The selfish, they’re all standing in line
Faith in their hope and to buy themselves time
Me, I figure as each breath goes by
I only own my mind

The north is to south like the clock is to time
There's east and there's west and there's everywhere life
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in-between is mine
I am mine

And the feeling, it gets left behind
All the innocence lost in a long time
Significant behind the eyes
There's no need to hide...
We're safe tonight

The ocean is full cause everyone's crying
The full moon is looking for friends at high tide
The sorrow grows bigger when the sorrow's denied
I only know my mind
I am mine

And the meaning, it gets left behind
All the innocence lost in a long time
Significant behind the eyes
There's no need to hide...
We're safe tonight

And the feelings that get left behind
All the innocence broken with lies
Significance, beetween the lines
We may need to hide

And the meanings that get left behind
All the innocence lost in a long time
We're all different behind the eyes
There's no need to hide

Life growing up as a only child in a very small town.

01.06.04 (12:38 pm)   [edit]
When I was between the ages of about 7 to when I first started high school, I was fairly isolated as a child growing up. I didn't have a sibling (that lived with me) and all of my good friends lived miles away from me. I grew up in this time of my life mostly in either really small towns, or in the county. For example one town that I lived in Howe, I can name you all of the people that lived here...ready here it goes, Jean, Debbie, Rich, Mom, Dad, Me, Kelly, Barry, Rodger, Chad, Craig the 2nd, Sheryl, Craig the 1st, Linda, Sam, and Samantha. 16 people, there however were more dogs than people. It was in this town where the country school that I was in from 4-8th grades was located. It had a basketball hoop, and that is where I spent most of my time shooting basketball for hours on end. Also, there was a rather large wooded area near by that I would often go hiking in, I would hike for hours, and I loved it. It was so quiet out there, those were good times. I also went to the bridge that was on the gravel road as you are heading into town. Underneath the bridge, I built what I called a fort. I spent a lot of time here as well, playing in the creek, skipping rocks on the water, and digging in the dirt. I also placed traps around my fort incase of invasion. Invasion from what, I do not know, but better to be prepared than not I say.
However, perhaps my most favorite past time as a child growing up was wrestling with old tires in the side yard. I would throw these all over the place, and tumble all over the yard "body slamming" and flipping the tire over my back, drop kicking, and even jumping off the top rope to give it the elbow while the opponent was laying on the ground. My finishing move was "The White Train." This is where I would stand the tire up right, and flip over it, while fliping over it I would grab it, and kind of give it a power slam to the ground. He never got up after that. Come to think of it, I never lost. I would like to think I was the creator of back yard wrestling before it became a red neck fad.
Well, remember those dogs that out-numbered the human population in town? Well, Debbie and Rich who were my next door neighbors owned about 7 of them, and they loved to poo all over the place, but seldom would they poo in my yard, UNTIL....one day, and I nailed on of the best White Trains' ever and splat, right into a big pile for poo. I jumped up and in disgust I yelled out "oh shit!" Rich saw the whole thing go down, he was a really good friend of mine, we used to play chess together, well he was rolling in laughter at me. Needless to say, I found no humor in having pooch poo patches all over me. Plus, I was having a wrestling match for the ages.
Thus after the poo incident I retired from wrestling. I stuck to hiking, and going to the bridge.
Soon after the poo incident we moved again, to a farm house outside of the town where my parents live today. This farm house's only source of heat, was a floor heater, of course located on the bottom floor. Guess where my room was? Here's a hint, the farm house was 2 story. Yup, you guessed it, it was up stairs, and it got so cold up there at night that when I woke in the mornings, I had ice on the inside of my windows. We didn't lived here long, thank God! We soon moved into town, where my high school was. These were indeed the best of times. All of my friends lived down the road from me, a real basketball court was with in walking distance and best of all my rolling in poo days were over!

As for the Song of the Day, one would think that I could take the easy way out and pick Under the Bridge by the red Hot Chili Peppers. But I won't. I could also pick a song about drugs to follow suit with Under the Bridge, since that is what that song is about, but I won't do that either. I feel like posting a song that meant a lot to me in college, it was a song that I used to study to. I would gather all of my notes, and books, go to the library, and remember where I came from, then I would put my ear phones on and begin to study. I have shared one of these songs already with Apathy...Superstar? This one is called Forever Damaged (the 96th) off of the same CD called Jesus Wept. I dunno why, but this CD always but me in a different frame of mind, so here you go, a trip inside my head.....

Forever Damaged the 96th

I'll be a witness forever, you see I've always known
While convincing all these chambers there's no danger in being alone
Save me a gift in your "never" and I shall smile for you
I'll tell everyone the sun shines on me just protect me like I know

I know you'll always hate me but....I got love for you.
I know forever's moonlight, so I can dream I'm something special
Yes, you'll always hate me but....much more infinite is my love for you.

I'll be the victim for always....forever that belongs
For reasoning with all my burdons, sending tears to cure what's wrong
Send me forgiveness forever because I swear to God
I'm bleeding for no reason, no....I'm not scared at all.

I guess you'll always hurt me but...all my love's in you
I know forever's moonlight, so I can dream of something special
Yes you'll always hurt me but...much more infinite is my love for you

I know you'll always curse me but....all my love's in you
I know forever's moonlight, so I can dream of something special
Yes you'll always hurt me but....much more infinite is my love for you

One step closer to being a rock star.

01.05.04 (12:06 pm)   [edit]
I was up late last night flipping between the Sugar Bowl, and some lame movie that I cannot even remember what the name of it was now. It was that bad, but cheesy enough to capture my attention. So whenever there was a break with the football game, I would flip back to the movie. Well once I flipped back, and I saw a commercial, that was a DVD and CD combo that teaches you how to sing. Oh my prayers have been answered! I have always wanted to be a singer in a rock band, I love to be on stage (I am going to try out for a play on the 17th wish me luck). The commercial seriously has me convinced that I can find my "middle voice." Middle voice? What in the hell is that? I always thought I had one voice and I have a hard enough time managing that one.
Also the guy tells me that I am NOT TONE DEAF! Wanna bet!? I love music, anyone who either knows me personally or has been reading my blog for a while knows that I talk about music all of the time. However, I have a secret, I am tone deaf, and I haven't an once of musical ability. I have been working on it though, still trying to teach myself guitar, it hasn't been easy going.
Now this miracle appears on my screen, I can learn how to sing in just a matter of weeks for only 14.99, and if I doubt see results within two weeks, I can get my money back. WHAT A DEAL!!! Sign me up!
I can just see it now, if I had a choice of who I could sound like if I were a singer, it would be Mike Patton from Faith No More, Mr. Bungle, and Fantomas fame. Talk about a range! This guy has almost a cartoon like voice. Furthermore he is very talented musically speaking as he has provided vocals for my bands, and people. I am telling you Mike Patton, if you haven't heard anything more from him than just the Faith No More classic called Epic, you need to dive further into his efforts. Simply amazing voice.
If I were to rank my top five voices of all time it would go as follows....Mike Patton, Jeff Buckley, Chris Cornell, Eddie Vedder and Norah Jones.....yup Norah Jones.....whew what a heavenly voice!
Anyway, as my check is in the mail I figure that I have about two years before I make it big, don't worry, I won't forget about all of the people that got me there!

Song of the Day, one of my favorite Faith No More songs and if you want to hear range, take a listen to this song!!!
I Started A Joke by Faith No More off the Who Cares a Lot greatest hits CD, I used to listen to this song a lot when I stumbled upon times of self doubt, self pity and depression. However, how I listen to this song and see it as a song of motivation, in which I can reflect up on and say, wow, I used to think that way?

I Started a Joke....

I started a joke
Which started the whole world crying
Oh but I didn't see
That the joke was on me...oh no..
And I started to cry
Which started the whole world laughing
Oh if I'd only seen
That the joke was on me

And I looked at the skies
Running my hands
Over my eyes
And I fell out of bed
Cursing my head
For things that I've said

Till I finally died
Which started the whole world living
Oh if I'd only seen
That the joke was on me

And I looked at the skies
Running my hands
Over my eyes
And I fell out of bed
Cursing my head
For things that I've said

Till I finally died
Which started the whole world living
Oh if I'd only seen
That the joke was on me
That the joke was on me.........me.........

Irritation with the clap.

01.05.04 (11:40 am)   [edit]
I went to the movies this past weekend we went to see Lord of the Rings return of the King. I can sum it up in one word, LONG! Whew! It didn't help much that I had many irratations occur during the course of the movie, such as pain, little girls, and the clap.
Let me explain. First off the pain. Hurts like hell and I don't know what causes it, and if you do please let me know what it is, and if you know of a solution. At times I get this pain that almost brings me to tears and makes me wet my pants. Let me stress ALMOST!! It feels like I have about 800 pounds squatting on my chest, and at the same time it feels like I am laying on a spike that is placed ever so strategically between my shoulder blades. OUCH!!! Dear God the pain! So I was dealing with that for about two hours.
Secondly, there were these little girls 14ish?? who's purpose was to run up and down the stairs, because you know they couldn't sit anywhere near the exit...oh no, they were sitting all the way to the top. That way every time one of them had to get Gummy Bears or go to the bathroom, everyone could hear ALL of them giggle their way down the stairs. I am all about having a good time, don't get me wrong, but at the time I was having enough trouble trying to follow the plot not only with my trouble breathing, lack of oxygen, and the pain in my back. Which brings me to the next distraction....the clap....
Gotcha.....it has nothing to do with an STD, but everything to do with this lady in her late 30's I would guess, who probably still lives with her parents. Everytime something of decent relavence happened in the movie where the "good guys" got an upper hand, she would start to clap. Not a clap to herself, oh no, a clap that could probably be heard throughout the theater. Again, I am not a person who is against expression, clearly, however, this makes me wonder, is she so caught up in the movie that she thinks that the actors are going to hear her, or is she just caught up in a moment where she cannot control her emotions? Case in point, after watching Rocky 1 the first time, I almost started to train to be a boxer with no defense, I was so caught up in the movie. So I gave the lady the benefit of the doubt, she like me can become overwhelmed by emotions that stem from a movie. Until that is, the end of the movie came about, and she started to clap....ok, this has gone a bit to far. Why on earth would a person clap at the end of a movie? Hey, this isn't a play, the actors cannot hear you!!!

We got a whole bunch of ice this weekend here, and it made me think of a former past time that I had. When I was in college I found great entertainment in watching other students slip and land on their asses in icy condidtions. Here you had people walking across campus, with at least 30 pounds of books strapped to their backs, and once they hit a patch of ice it was all over with. It started with the Fred Flintstone legs running in motion, then suddenly the person became airborn, horizontal, and smack, right on their back to assume the turtle on it's back postition. I should know it happened to me once while I was in school, until I came up with a way around it...which was....WALK AROUND IT!!! Seems simple enough huh? Well apparently, it isn't as simple as it sounds, because everyday, I would see at least 5 people do the Flintstone Flop. What was even funnier was when the person falling got everyone else next to them envolved by either grabbing on to them or just tripping them up.
Ahhhh, the memories! Nothing like a bunch of sorority girls falling like bowling pins!

Song of the day.....will be on my next post, I have another story about how I am one step closer to being a rock star!

The effects of watching Soylent Green.

01.02.04 (11:02 am)   [edit]
I ate Chinese food today for lunch. I had Low Mein and beef and broccoli. While eating the b & b, the line, "IT'S MADE OF PEOPLE!!!" was running through my head. It made me think of one of the strangest things that I have ever seen, it was a sign that someone put up on the window of a small town Chinese eatery. It said, "Will remove road kill, ask for details inside." Ummmm, yeah, I never ate there again.
Also, yesterday I was watching this show called Mythbusters on TV while I was recovering from consuming many a beer. It was stuck on that channel because I didn't have the motivation to move over and get my remote....how lazy was I? Anyway, if you haven't seen this show, it involves two guys that perform test to either prove or debunk myths, such as metal in a microwave, thowing a penny off a skyscrapper, and so on.
The one that got my attention was a spark caused by touching the nozzle at the gas pump will cause a fire. Well, yup, it will......and the whole time I was watching this horrible footage of them testing this out, I was thinking about the shoes that I wrote about on the 22 of December. The death traps with laces. I love these shoes, but they aren't that cool, not to die for. However, this morning what did I do? Yup, filled up my truck while wearing "the shoes." However, I did not enter my vehicle while filling. I just stood there, enjoying the weather, and life.
Today's second song of the day....Here Comes the Flood by Peter Gabriel, although it should be Shock the Monkey by P.G., but I will refrain from keeping to constant in theme.....
However, the second song of the day, I heard this song for the first time today, and have listened to it since about seven times....I love it when I discover a new song for myself! Enjoy.....

Here Comes the Flood....

When the night shows
the signals grow on radios
All the strange things
they come and go, as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
still waiting for the swollen Easter tide
There's no point in direction we cannot even choose a side.

I took the old track
the hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
they were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
and as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain was warm and soaked the crowd.

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

When the flood calls,
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You're a thousand minds, within a flash
Don't be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there's only you and me
And if we break before the dawn, they'll use up what we used to be.

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again, the seas are silent
in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

DVD's and the great Wal-Mart conspiracy.

01.02.04 (7:14 am)   [edit]
So the other night I went to the local Wal-Mart and raided the buy two DVD's for $11 bin. It is kinda like excavation at a old egyptian tomb or something, because the further you dig, you never know what you are going to find. I am always in search for horror and cheesy sci-fi movies, they are my favorites by far. On of my favorite cheesy sci-fi movies of all time was sitting right on top, Dark City. The ending of this movie always messes with me. I have always been a fan of movies that have the plot of the human race being nothing more than an experiement.
So I dug, because you know how you are when you are digging in the value bin, you can never just get the one movie, you have to get both so you can indeed spend the $11. So I dug for that one movie, the one that would make all of this digging worth it, Howard the Duck hmmm, I'll pass.....I'm Gonna Get You Sucka.....maybe later........The Exorcist III.....possibly.....then there it was, sitting there in the middle of the bin..A Nightmare On Elm Street 1. Are you kidding me? In the value bin? This is mine! So I brought this thing to the counter with the feeling like I had found the Lost Arc of the Holy Convenant...Dark City Rings up.....5.50, yep, that's right....now for Nightmare....come on, Sam Walton has got to be spinning in his grave right now, 5.50 for Elm Street!? Beep, the checker passes the DVD through.....9.88. Grrrrrr! That was in the 2 for 11 bin I told the lady. She said well, I can have a price check on it, sometimes people will just put a DVD in there on mistake. Really? So as she was reaching for the phone, for the price check, I turned, and saw about 10 people in line behind me with a look on their faces like, if you let her go through with the call, we are going to lynch you outside. I told the lady forget it, I'll just get the movie.....
I have a theory. I was set up. Wal-Mart employs nothing but a bunch of blue smock scam artists. They probably have a person who comes in late at night, and throws regular price products in with the value merchandise. Then when the person is getting ready to pay, it rings across as it's regular price, and the shopper is so worn out by wrestling and shoving their way around Wal-Mart, they don't have the energy to put up another fight, so they just say give me the damn movie.
I once worked at a Wal-Mart, as a 5 am to 2 in the afternoon stocker. I worked in the HBA department..Health and Beauty Aids.....I stocked everything from hairbrushes to tampons to condoms.....and I am not making this up, condoms were in aisle 69. Tell me that wasn't set up! Yet another Wal-Mart conspiracy!
So if any of you have a suggestion for good horror and sci-fi movies let me know, and I will check them out.
I watched Soylent Green last night......IT'S MADE OF PEOPLE! What a classic line!
So following the eating people theme....I have a song of the day...Dirty Frank by Pearl Jam. It was originally a B-Side on the Jeremy single. Now it can be found on the great Lost Dogs compilation.

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank Dahmer, he's a gourmet cook...
Got a recipe for famous ankle soup.
Wanted a pass, so she relaxed...
Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back.
Got a cupboard full of fleshy fresh ingredients.
Very careful, at the same time quite expedient.
Eats meat, a release...
Bus driving's harder on your head than on your feet.

Dirty frank! [4x]

Keeps it clean, keeps it copasetic.
The little boys and girls, their heads are all collected.
Not crazy, per se...just a little strange when he gets hungry.
City, state, your town, he will continue.
Stadiums, tiny clubs, every venue.
His bus, your trust...There goes another turned into crust.

Dirty frank! [4x]

(Watch it now... )
Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother...
Shut your mouth!
Hey man, I'm just talking about Dirty Frank!
(cook... there those fucking kids are driving me crazy... )

Middle of the night, we're stopped, the freeway shoulder.
Frank's shoveling to bury the leftovers.
They're sunk...he's drunk.
Now he's gonna drive, I'm hiding in my bunk.
The band all knows, we're too afraid to mention.
Don't want to be part of frank's luncheon.
Lose weight, be safe...
Where's Mike McCready?
My god, he's been ate!

Dirty Frank! [5x]
Frank... [3x]
Dirty Frank! [3x]

(He's gone fruit loops... it's the perfect job)

Cook 'em just to see the look on their face...
Cook 'em just to see the look on their face.
[10x]

(Mommy, mommy, I'll just sing to my mommy... )

Why that Dirty Frank was a bad mother...
Shut your mouth!
Hey, I'm just talking about Dirty Frank!

Dirty Frank! [3x]

Why that Dirty Frank was a bad mother...
Shut your mouth!
Hey, I'm just talking about Dirty Frank!