Bed Head Blog

Billy Joe Shaver, A Legend

2008-08-26T16:39:00.002-06:00

The boyz and I after the Billy Joe Shaver show back in July. What a blast! The old man still puts on a great show after all these years.

Rick Flair: The Legend

2008-05-24T14:05:00.001-06:00

Southern Cross-C,S&N

2008-05-07T22:00:00.003-06:00

2008-05-06T22:52:00.000-06:00

The Black Keys

2008-05-06T22:13:00.001-06:00

Queen of the Surface Streets

2008-05-06T21:50:00.001-06:00

Modest Mouse-I Came as a Rat

2008-05-04T21:13:00.000-06:00

M Ward-Chinese Translation

2008-04-27T12:13:00.000-06:00

You're A Wolf by Seawolf

2008-04-20T17:50:00.000-06:00

Winter Chili Cook Off

2008-01-02T23:11:00.001-06:00

Another recipe contest is here! This time it's a chili cookoof; once again hosted by Tami over at Running with Tweezers.

I tried to think a little outside the box for this one, but not too far. I do love my "traditional" chili. So, to mix it up a bit I used bratwurst sausage instead of the usual ground beef or turkey. I'll say that the delicious flavor of the sausage worked out well and made for a wonderful bowl of chili.

Here's how you too can enjoy this wonderful Bratwurst chili. You'll need:

3 stadium brats, like Johnsonville
1 can Pabst Blue Ribbon
1 medium onion(diced)
2 orange bell peppers(diced)
1 15oz can of Kidney Beans(drained and rinsed)
1 15oz can of Black Beans(drained and rinsed)
1 15oz can of Tomato Sauce
1 28 oz can of Diced Tomatoes (drained)
3 Tsp Chili Powder
1 Tsp Cumin
1 tsp Crushed Red Pepper

Now, here's what to do:

Remove the sausage from it's casing and pinch it into bite sized pieces.
Sautee the sausage in stock pot over medium heat till cooked through, then drain in a colander.
Add onions and peppers to the stock pot and sautee for about 5-7 minutes.
Add sausage, beans, diced tomatoes, tomato sauce, can of beer and seasonings.
Bring to a boil, cover, reduce heat and simmer for about an hour.

This recipe should serve four people or just two lunatics. Enjoy!

Shirley Temple

2007-09-10T21:29:00.001-06:00

Sienfeld - Soup Nazi - NO SOUP FOR YOU!

2007-09-10T21:27:00.001-06:00

Sailing Takes Me Away

2007-09-06T21:04:00.000-06:00

On the good ship, Deviled Egg.....(sings wistfully). Wow, my first post about food. A big departure for my much neglected blog. An online contest for soup recipes and I came up with one. Essentially, it's a potato and mushroom soup with bacon in it. I thought to myself, "What food is best, what food does anyone with half a palate like?" Well, the answer is always bacon. If you don't like bacon, move on. Go live in a cave and eat lettuce. No doubt, you've noticed the deviled egg that is slowly sinking into my pottage. Ha! "Full speed ahead! Damn the cholesterol! Time to scuttle your hunger!" It's a deviled egg pirate ship! It actually turned out to be a very good soup; am I allowed to say that? It's rich and yummy. It would be a great winter time soup on one of those cold, rainy days we have down here in the South.

Here's what you'll need to make this thing:

4lbs chopped and peeled potatoes (you choose the variety)
1 huge leek, also chopped
2 med. shallots, minced
2oz. chanterelle mushrooms minced
4 cups of H20
4 cups of veg. broth ( I can't wait to try beef broth)
1 cup of half and half
1 tsp pepper
1 tsp salt
1 Tsp Bacon Salt http://www.baconsalt.com
8-10 strips of bacon (I cannot recall how many I ate while cooking)
White Truffle Oil

Now, here's how to make it:

Fry up the bacon; all of it. Make sure you get it nice and crunchy. Save this bacon for later. More importantly, save the grease from the bacon.
Heat the bacon grease in a stock pot over medium heat.
Add the leeks and shallots, saute for a couple of minutes.
Now, add the stock, water, potatoes and chantrelles, simmer for 45 minutes
Find your potato masher.
Mash dem taters, not too much, leave some little pieces.
add salt, bacon salt, pepper, simmer for 10 minutes.
Now some fun, puree about half the soup in a blender and put back in the stock pot.
Turn off heat and stir in the half and half.
Hopefully, at this point, there's still some bacon left. It's okay to have a piece or two, damn it's so good. Chop the bacon and put it in a food processor to make some bacon bits. It's got to be crunchy bacon or this won't work so hot.
Ladle soup into bowl, drizzle on a few drops of truffle oil and top with bacon bits.
Eat soup.
Hoard rest of soup for later or share with friends and family. Perhaps a homeless person or the family pet.

*Side note: Make your own deviled eggs, I didn't want to waste space boring you with how to make a deviled egg. Though, I'll say that adding bacon bits to a deviled egg is an awesome thing!

Swear Jar

2007-06-06T21:58:00.001-06:00

Donnie briggs - life coach

2007-06-05T20:41:00.001-06:00

Donnie Briggs

2007-06-05T20:39:00.001-06:00

WTF

2007-06-03T05:38:00.000-06:00

Okay, the dream starts of in a Brewfest setting. Oh, well, this could be due to the fact that I went to a Brewfest last night. I was with my friend G-$ and my girlfriend T*. We were milling about amongst the crowd of fellow beer drinkers, watching the "weirdos" that had come out for the event. There was one group of guys that stands out from the dream. Four guys that looked like some sort of steroid, redneck Hall and Oates whatever. The dream continued on in a blur of beer samples and looking at "freaks." At one point I felt a hand on my shoulder and as I turned to see who was grabbing me I heard, "Adam! Where have you been?!" I was confronted by three men, country boys for sure. After a brief tete-a-tete it was determined that I was not the Adam they were thinking of. No, I am not from Pensacola.

Shortly after that I found myself alone at a table as T* and G$ had gone on ahead. There wasn't anyone manning the tap so I decided to help myself to a sample. This is not good etiquette at a beer tasting. As soon as I had filled my sample cup I had been busted. Some guy yelled, "Charlie! We got another one!" He set upon me immediately and put a clear wristband on my left wrist. This clear wrist band is the "scarlet letter" of an attendee that has been cut off and thrown out. I did not fight the judgement or punishment; I went willingly.

As we walked out of the building I saw something very, very odd. There was a naked man lying on the ground, on the concrete, to be more precise. At first glance I thought the man was deformed. When I looked back the second time I could see that he wasn't all that deformed, just that he had a third leg. No, not a giant penis, but a third leg. I thought to myself how odd that some naked freak would be on the ground like that. Just then I spotted T* coming down the ramp behind me and I asked her what she thought about the naked man on the ground. She promptly told me that the naked freak was "so-and-so" and that he was fucking around with the space-time continuum; creating his own reality.

At this point, the little naked freak started wiggling and shaking. Everything started transforming immediately. Not really transformed, but more that everything seemed to be getting covered in thick layers of some sort of brown colored "schtuff." The schtuff seemed to harden quickly. I looked at T*, she was quickly being covered in the schtuff. I said, "We gotta go!" We ran out the building as everything and everybody was being covered in schtuff.

Oregon Trail?

2007-05-25T05:47:00.000-06:00

A dream about travelling! Don't get too excited just yet. Again some of the details are fuzzy; in fact, a lot of the details are fuzzy. I guess my "brain" is still working out the kinks. The gist of the dream was that I was staying with a weird pseudo-Brady bunch type family. I had come home to a wild buzz in the household. The 'family' had decided to go all the way to Oregon for a family trip. I remember getting excited about going, as I've never been to the Northwest. Excitement wore off as I discovered that I would have to drive out there by myself, in my own car. Throw in the whole distance thing and you've got one daunting drive ahead of you. Thoughts started overwhelming me. Where are we going specifically? What towns are we going to stop in on the way? There didn't seem to be any time to figure any of this out. We were leaving NOW. Okay, so I got in my car and left. As I was driving I heard on the radio or maybe it was my cel phone, that the 'mom' lady was driving a golf cart that got some ridiculous mileage, like 50 mpg. All I could think was, "that's great, but your ass ain't gonna get far on a fucking golf cart." That's all I remember.

Who's excited about the holiday weekend? Celebrate those who fought in the world's great conflicts and those who are still fighting today. Thank your service men and women if you should see one. These people and their families are the one's that are taking the brunt of W's stupidity.

Mmmm...Coffee

2007-05-24T05:52:00.000-06:00

Yes, a man and his coffee. Do not come between the two when the day is still in its infancy. I cannot come up with a caption for the photo. I'll just let the world wonder what I'm thinking.

Today will be a feeble posting as I don't recall any dream(s) from last night. I did sleep well, despite waking up at 5:30; thankfully I was able to decide to go back to sleep.

I've no time to ramble today as I have lots to do at work in preparation for the holiday weekend. Have a great day people, only one more day till Friday!

Prodigal Blogger

2007-05-23T10:29:00.000-06:00

I have returned! It's been over a week, I know, I know; shame on me. Quit your whining and let me tell you about a dream....yes a dream. I can't fucking believe it. I remembered a dream; probably due to the fact that I slept in today. I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but here goes.

I drove into what looked like an alley, it was covered in gravel and was apparently a parking area for a restaurant. I was driving a green BMW that had little wisps of smoke coming from beneath the hood. I found a place to park and made my way into the restaurant. Strange little place, it seemed like an old house that had been converted into a business. People were milling about trying to get ready for the big opening night. So, I suppose this is a new restaurant.

I vaguely recall speaking with the owner/chef guy. He was happy to see me and sat me at what he considered to be a good table. I sat at said table and watched the staff get ready. Soon enough patrons started to fill up the other tables. This is where things start to get a little fuzzy. I know that at some point I had to leave to go do something. What that was I've no idea. I remember coming back to the restaurant and running into my folks at the front desk. They were rambling on about how I should not order a certain salad because it is awful. Then we saw some girl that we knew and her date. My mom said, "Oh hey, there's so-and-so. Who's that guy with her? He must be a Dick Pad." What a dick pad is I have no idea; I think it's some kind of insult. I looked at my mom in horror. She would never say such a thing in public. She didn't seem to care that she said it until I pointed at the table she was standing next to. There were about eight kids sitting at it. Yea, mom, not so cool. That's all I remember. Meh, not bad I guess. I'm just glad I remembered something for a change.

On a darker front. I'm out of sugar for my coffee. Not good, not good at all. I'm drinking unsweetened ice tea at the moment. My stomach is not happy about this as it was expecting the warm brown liquid that it's used to.

Sleep-fest

2007-05-16T08:12:00.000-06:00

Woah, I've not slept this much in a long time. There was a nap yesterday evening that lasted approximately four hours. I then followed that up with a serious sleep that lasted for seven hours. If I'm not refreshed and feeling all cutie-pants today, I don't know what to do.

Yesterday was a real gem. I woke up feeling icky and achy. I made it to work and started feeling better until about 2 p.m. The exact time that I sat down for lunch. I knew I had hit the wall and that I was in serious trouble as I had just sat my ass down in a Mexican restaurant. There was only one direction I could go from there; down, down, down into the abyss. After shoveling two enchiladas, a taco and a massive plate of rice/bean slurry into my pie hole there was nothing left of me but incoherent spanglo-babble. I managed to go back to work for a bit and did what had to be done. When I got home I didn't last long at all. That's when the nap started.

I slept for almost four hours, I think. Upon awaking I telephoned T* to see what was up only to find her in worse shape than myself. Apparently, yesterday needs to be stricken from the book of ages as a lost cause. I ate some more food at about ten. A delicious meal of rosemary pork loin and some roasted summer squash. I then got my damned DVD player to cooperate so I could watch a movie. Last Tango in Paris; 'they' say it's a classic movie. I say, it's just fucking bizarre. There is a scene in that film that made my stomach roll over and say, "Oh, no, no, no, eerrrrrr." If you've not seen this film, prepare yourself fo' some raunchy shit. That's all I'm gonna say about that. After the film, the long ass film, I went to bed around 2 a.m. and slept til 8:30. I now feel better, whatever was going on with me yesterday seems to have passed.

I know, I know; I did have some dreams during all that sleep. What they're about I've no idea. I must be doing something different and I need to figure out what that is so I can correct it.

Don't Be Hatin' n' Shit

2007-05-12T04:49:00.000-06:00

I know, I know....I haven't been "Sir Posts-A-Lot" as of late. This past week there was really just no need or desire to post anything. If this blog ever feels like a chore or something I don't want to do, guess what, it ain't gonna fucking happen. That said, I'm writing an entry. Yay! Lots has been going on in my lil' world as of late. The most important thing and the most exciting is my burgeoning relationship with Ms. T* (as usual names are protected). She's a special person in so many ways. As she so eloquently put it a few weeks ago, we just "get it." We go together like peas and carrots, that's what I say anyway. I'm not going to bore you with details and mushy sappy stuff. Just know that we're disgustingly happy together. On the overall front of Life, I've been crazy/happy. It's been, what, a little over five months now, that I made the decision to be happy. Let me tell you, if your not happy, you need to get on board folks. It didn't take much, just a simple decision to "be" happy. Apparently at this point I'm radiating good vibes out in all directions. Totally random people will start conversations with me that, before, would probably never have happened. It's not a perfect thing, I still get sad from time to time. There are points that I want to just hide under the covers and stay there. Those times are few and far between these days though. I guess what it all comes down to is that if you put out good stuff, you're probably going to get good stuff back; if you look for good stuff, you're going to find good stuff. I don't know why anyone would go a'lookin for bad stuff; but that's how some of us operate. What's that? Oh, dreams you say? Well, yes I still dream and no, I really don't remember much about them still. I'm not worried about this though. Dreams have always been a fun diversion for me. I would love to remember them and tell you all about them. It'll come back eventually and this is where I'll write about it. I think I'm done for now. I think I'll just sit here and sip coffee for a bit. I'm listening to a new cd I found the other day and purchased in a moment of weakness. It's Ryan Adams & The Cardinals, Cold Roses. Good schtuff people. At the moment Magnolia Mountain is my favorite song on the album and there are a lot of good songs on this album. Current points of interest:

Son Volt still kicks ass! One of the best shows I've been to in a long time.
Shooting Star Cab Franc, deelishussss.
Brunch, that's where it's at. A good bloody mary is a key ingredient.
Avoid people whom one could use the word 'cunt' to describe.

Tyra blows a fuse

2007-05-10T07:59:00.003-06:00

OH SNAAAAAAAAAPPP!!!!

Family Guy - America's Next Top Model

2007-05-10T07:59:00.001-06:00

oh no!

Chester The Pug And His Fantastic Snack

2007-05-10T07:55:00.001-06:00

Go, go, go to Marriedtothesea.com

Being a Winner is Hard Work

2007-05-04T06:41:00.000-06:00

That's right people; hard fucking work. This blog suffers from neglect becuase I've been working too damn hard. It has to be done, the work that is, the blog can wait. Yes, yes I slept last night and had dreams. Do I remember them? Hell no! If this goes on much longer I'm going to consider myself "broken." I'm having dreams sure enough. I guess all the stress right now is scrambling my brain a bit. There's light at the end of the tunnel though. All of this work crap will be over by next Thursday. Also, a huge Cinco de Mayo keg party will help ease the pain of working too much. A few points of interest:

Seafood and I are not friends right now.
Who the fuck puts a fish tank on a wine display?
I'm a winner, but it's hard work.
Err.

Have fun this weekend. Watch out for drunkos on Cinco de Mayo; designated drivers people, use them.

Robot Chicken: Jesus and the Argonauts

2007-05-03T06:04:00.001-06:00

Captain Planet!!!

2007-05-01T07:26:00.001-06:00

Ted Turner at his f'n best!

I don't mean to be crass....

2007-05-01T06:17:00.000-06:00

Wow, a full night's sleep. I might have to keep doing this. I can actually get up at the appropriate time without the use of an alarm clock. Okay, okay so I did sleep in a bit this morning; only because I can, really, it was only thirty minutes.

Still the dreams taunt me. It's been a while since I've recalled any in full detail. The only specific thing I can recall about last night's dreams is a song by R.L. Burnside. This is unusual in that I rarely recall sounds; perhaps this works because it's a song that I know. I sat here sipping coffee and trying to sort through my thoughts to get to my dreams and that song just kept running through my head. Oh, I'm sure it won't be too long till I get another full feature dream to blog about. Until then, have an awesome day and all that!

I'm Back!

2007-04-30T05:27:00.000-06:00

Look who's back in the mo'fo; me. Starting off my return with a freaky/cool photo. I've no idea how I took that photo. I apologize to "all" of my fans, I know there are so many of you, for taking several days off from the blog. These things are needed sometimes, little breaks, to reset and recharge. It sure as hell doesn't help to go someplace where there is no Internet connection.

It would seem that the North Georgia mountains are becoming my home away from home. It's beautiful up there, the views are to die for and the little towns are more like oases. Hopefully, I can keep up a good pace of road trips this year. It is so nice to get out of town from time to time and just "go." Turn the phone off, disappear for a day or two. I'm not sure where I'm heading next. Perhaps Tennessee or the beach. It would probably be best to take it easy for a bit and save up some dough for a really cool beach trip.

Now that I'm "back," I'll start posting dreams again on a mostly-daily basis. Well, that is if I can remember the damned things. Oh, and remember, "Flowers are pretty, but you don't see me trying to stick my dick in them."

Even God Had an Off Day

2007-04-25T09:21:00.000-06:00

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.~Joyce Kilmer, "Trees," 1914

Yes, another GI Joe PSA

2007-04-24T07:24:00.001-06:00

No offense to the marine core, but the last line of this one just "kills" me!

GI Joe PSA

2007-04-24T07:21:00.001-06:00

HAHA, I had forgotten about this one!

Rooster Head

2007-04-24T06:45:00.000-06:00

Hey kids, I'm a rooster. Cock-a-fuckn'-doodle-doo. Profanity is going to make a comeback on this blog, I think. Wow, up before the alarm clock today. Executive decision #3987 was made at that time to go back to bed. A full night's sleep was required after an "ass-dragging" Monday. I had to push myself to go to dinner last night with some family members. I was so wiped out from Sunday's double whammy of racing and country music outlaw. It was all I could do to stay awake on Monday and tolerate people in general. Now, all is back to normal for the most part. The sunburn is fading; my legs no longer feel as if they're going to split open when I stand up. I might even attempt to bathe today.

Yes, I had a dream. I'll be damned if I can remember it though. Somewhere, between 6 and 7 a.m., I forgot what the hell it was about. At this point I'm just glad I was able to get in a solid night's sleep.

Sam, I like the idea, but this just made me want to vomit the more I thought about it: http://www.blackwidowbakery.com/demo/meatcake/index.html

1 oh 1

2007-04-23T06:41:00.000-06:00

Oh God, my legs are killing me. When I stood up this morning my legs felt like two sausages that were about to burst. Sunburn, got to love this. I'm looking forward to walking around all day with that sensation.

I do recall one dream at this point. It had something to do with BBQ. Myself and another kid; I guess we were kids, seemed like it. We had a bunch of pork(deelishus) and a buggy full of wood to smoke it with. An old man recommended that we take our shit to a certain Smoke House, as they do the best job. That's all I remember......

Okay, people, let's do this. I've got a business to run up in'hya.

Billy Joe Shaver is Insane

2007-04-22T23:55:00.000-06:00

AMA Honda Super Bike Classic

2007-04-22T18:48:00.000-06:00

2007-04-21T04:48:00.000-06:00

Most days, we sleep through t his; the dawn. An all time favorite of mine. Everything glows; nature's black light. Mmmmm.

Friday Afternoon

2007-04-20T16:31:00.000-06:00

This is how we roll on Friday afternoon. We stare out the window. Sometimes we take naps or just hang out like today.

So, this morning I overslept and did not get to post about any dreams. Honestly, I didn't even recall them til I got in the shower and started getting ready for work. All I can really remember are snap shots. One was of a gash in my arm, apparently caused by a shaving razor, as the razor was still hanging to my arm. Another scene I recall was sitting with a group of guys. Most of them were family members, from my dad's side of the family. Oddly enough, one of my coworkers was there to. I have no idea why we had gathered there, just sitting in a semi circle. Lastly, I had a vision of having a flat tire. This is probably due to the fact that I need to get my tires rotated next time I go in for an oil change.

A pic nic may ensue shortly, though I may just lay down for a bit and have a nap.

Super Power #43

2007-04-20T08:01:00.000-06:00

The ability to sleep through the sound of an alarm clock. #44 has got to be: The ability to drool copious amounts of saliva while sleeping.

Witty Title #101

2007-04-19T06:46:00.000-06:00

Ack! I appear to be sneezing in that photo. What really happened, is that I yawned while having my photo taken and caught the tail end of it. I'm tired, sleepy and I don't wanna go.

I did have a dream though! I don't remember much. It was a parade at or either for VaTech. I remember floats going by and one in particular. It was a giant football shaped head thing. As I watched it go by, the thing broke. The top half of the "head" fell backwards, swinging on its hinges. I've had better dreams, that's for sure.

2007-04-18T08:01:00.000-06:00

Does that even qualify as bedhead?! It's a little "iffy" if you ask me. I mean really, I was expecting something a little more out there.

Okay, who's ready to hear about a dream? I am.... jackass.

It started of walking down a sidewalk; headed to a restaraunt with a date. We arrived at the restaraunt only to discover there was a long wait. Got our names on the list and proceeded to wait outside on the sidewalk. We waited for what seemed like forever. I got antsy, watching people come and go, looking through the window at all the people eating. Then the damned place closed! With people still waiting in line to be seated; I became a little irrate. I told my date that we should just go. "Well they're still going to seat us," she said. I looked through the window and saw several people still waiting ahead of us and said, "Nah, let's just go."

We headed off up the sidewalk to the top of a hill. Please note that this dream takes place in huge metropolitan city, though I've no idea which one. Anyway, we got to the top of the hill and there was this huge fountain. It was beautiful. It was the kind that "dances," not a static fountain. It was huge too; the water was shooting 60 feet into the air. We stopped and watched this fountain for several minutes. It was at this point that I noticed how beautiful my date was and there was an overall sense of joy, happiness etc. It was one of those sappy scenes where the couple just gazes at each other with stupid grins on their faces. Not that it's a bad thing, that's just the only way I can describe it. We proceeded to walk again; talking about plans for the "future." We came upon an escalator, one that we apparently needed to go down. We had to wait because people kept getting off the escalator. These "people" were all cops. I had no idea what was going on, but cop after cop kept coming off of this escalator. Finally, one of them noticed that we wanted to go down and stepped aside. Going down an escalator while people are going up it was "strange." One of those things that only makes sense in a dream. That's it, all I remember; I liked it.

Now, time to join the working world; perhaps one more mug of "perfect" coffee first.

I like Yellow

2007-04-17T14:19:00.000-06:00

And you live your life with your arms stretched out.

Eye to eye when speaking.

Enter rooms with great joy shouts,

happy to be meeting.

And bright,

bright,

bright as yellow,

warm as yellow.

And I do not want to be a rose.

I do not wish to be pale pink,

but flower scarlet, flower gold.

And have no thorns to distance me,

but be bright,

bright,

bright as yellow,

warm as yellow.

Even if I'm shouting,

even if I'm shouting here inside.

Even if I'm shouting,

do you see that I'm wanting,

that I want to be so bright,

bright,

bright as yellow,

warm as yellow.

J.W.A. "try and stop me!"

2007-04-17T07:48:00.000-06:00

Okay, it's no longer fair. Now, I've had a dream that I remember. Alas, I don't feel comfortable sharing the content of that dream on a public site such as this. NO, this was not a sex dream (freaks). Yet, well, I just can't. It does seem to help that I slept in. I did wake up before the alarm went off. Being sleepy I made the executive decision to return to sleeping. This is when I had the dream that I cannot tell you about. I'm going to have to start waking up and then going back to sleep, if this is going to work. To entertain you, I'll list some things I cannot seem to stop saying lately:

Nice Shot!
Just......Walk Away.
Jackass!
Fuck That.
Shit-Ass-Cock!

If I had time to explain why I'm saying all these things I would. Have a great Tuesday!

How Monday

2007-04-16T07:08:00.000-06:00

Look! It's a coffee mug that proclaims its contents to be "perfect." Jackass coffee mug for a jackass coffee drinker. I lost my "Fuck, that's good coffee!" coffee mug. So, now I have to use this one. Dreams? I wish I could remember them, but when you're not allowed to sleep in or go back to bed for that matter....Just walk away.

Stanley, the movie

2007-04-15T19:08:00.000-06:00

Has anyone seen this movie?!

Review - Stanley Hot on the heels of the phenomenally successful boy-and-his-killer-rat movie, WILLARD (1972), and its sequel, BEN (1972), came this stomach-churning epic about a crazed Vietnam vet of Seminole Indian descent and his pet rattlesnake, Stanley. War experiences in Southeast Asia have caused Tim Ochopee (Chris Robinson) to find solace in the company of snakes, and he soon breeds a whole shack full of them, setting up a snake empire with Stanley and his mate, Hazel, as the reptilian king and queen. Trouble looms on the horizon when a rich snakeskin apparel manufacturer, Richard Thomkins (Alex Rocco), offers to buy Tim's snakes. The nature-loving vet refuses; he would never consider selling his friends to a man who would slaughter them for wallets, purses, and shoes. Outraged, Thomkins swears vengeance and hires a psychopathic hit man (Paul Avery) to do the dirty work. Luckily, Stanley and company slither to Tim's rescue. Wretched in every respect, STANLEY would be an entirely laughable affair if it wasn't so disturbingly gross. The very concept of this film insults Vietnam vets, Seminole Indians, snake aficionados, strippers, and wallet manufacturers.

Pork Chop Sammiches! Oh Shit!

2007-04-15T16:04:00.001-06:00

GI Joe - PSA 5.

2007-04-15T16:03:00.001-06:00

Gi joe PSA 13

2007-04-15T16:01:00.001-06:00

I'm laughing so hard, i'm going to be sore tomorrow

GI Joe PSA - Computer

2007-04-15T15:54:00.001-06:00

In Conclusion

2007-04-15T14:48:00.000-06:00

"Conclusion." Say that and listen to the word. Sounds funny doesn't it. So, in conclusion: It has been a good weekend. There I said it and why is it that the sun has decided to blind me? I thought it was supposed to be greay all day? Huh? Okay, that photo to the right, yea that one, was taken early this morning. I don't know why I was up but I was. It's one of those creepy/cool photos, couldn't resist taking a photo. The blog seems to be headed in a different direction lately, evolving into more of a journal about everything and not just my dreams and crazy hair. Ah, that's okay I suppose. I don't mind sharing, if it's worth sharing, but I'll let you be the judge of that.

Today, or this afternoon, I think a blanket, crappy movie and a pizza is in order. I'm not going to do a thing, oh wait, I've been doing that all weekend. Ha! I'm such a dork. Good thing I can laugh at myself. Oh, and if you don't know, that is how I spell the word 'greay' so there(stupid spell check button).

Indoor PicNic

2007-04-14T17:44:00.000-06:00

If it's shitty outside, just have a picnic indoors! What a treat! Raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, pineapple, a couple of left over scallops from last night, some more garlic marinated olives, the cheese is Champignon (loaded with wild mushroom bits!) and a glass of Orval Trappist Ale (beer that good deserves a wine glass). I watched several episodes of Robot Chicken while I munched on all of that goodness.

It is as it should be

2007-04-14T14:00:00.000-06:00

I'm watching a robin eat worms outside my window. Can they really hear them? Or do they just smell them or something? Huh, now there's a squirrel. Every body's out and about after the rain except for me. I don't care though. I'm just being lazy today, enjoying my coffee; laughing and talking to friends on the phone. This is a good day. It's as it should be. No appointments, nothing that can't wait till tomorrow. It's just easy. Time to think about whatever I want to. Yea, I like this; good "me time."

I've spent most of the morning catching up with all my friends and drinking coffee as if there were no other beverage available. Listening to Pandora (thanks T*) has been fun today. As my mom would say, "How do it know." Somehow, it's playing amazing song after amazing song. Or maybe it's bigger than all that; perhaps today is just supposed to be this good.

Innocence Mission - Bright As Yellow

2007-04-14T02:51:00.001-06:00

Thank God for Friday!

2007-04-13T17:35:00.000-06:00

Friday evening, I made it! I have treated myself to some Rocastin cheese and some garlic marinated olives! What a week. I think I made it through the post vacation "funk." My original Friday evening plan fell through. I was supposed to go to a new beer bar in town; boasts the largest selection in town. People cancel, that's what they do. I have the ability to adapt and overcome though!

Note that I posted some clips from Robot Chicken; they are for your enjoyment! Mmm, Friday, the weekend; I shall savor it all!

Robot Chicken- Darkest Sketch

2007-04-13T17:14:00.001-06:00

Robot Chicken - Book Of Life

2007-04-13T16:48:00.001-06:00

Fight Club!?

2007-04-13T07:41:00.000-06:00

I'll take what I can get. The setting was a classroom. A group of us were sitting at desks; two groups actually. I soon realized that I had joined up with some sort of "Fight Club." Two groups of people were going to fight each other this day. Not a mass brawl, but one on one bouts; opponents randomly selected from each team. As I sat at my desk and let all this sink in, I got extremely nervous. The rules, as they were laid out, were quite disturbing. Choose any weapon you want and the person that draws first blood wins. This was serious shit. I had no desire to make somebody bleed much less kill; nor did I want the same for myself.

I chose a sword and a rifle as my weapons of choice. I figured all my bases would be covered that way. Then one of the organizers took up all the sharp weapons and carried them off. It was explained to us that they would be sterilized for our benefit. As I sat there, I sized up my opponents in the other group. Trying to see who I thought I could beat and who looked like trouble. Then the announcement came; I would be fighting in the first bout. Oh no! I hate going first! I walked to the front of the room to meet my opponent. Another man, slightly shorter than myself. I don't remember much about him, just that he had dark hair. We were asked to get our weapons from the pile under the table. I got my sword and rifle; only to discover that he had chosen the same things! I asked, "Well, now how is this going to work? We both have guns?" As if him not having a gun would have been fair! He explained that when this happens, he likes to see who can shoot the other person in the foot first, from a certain distance of course. I told him that was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard of and proceeded to stab him with my sword! I didn't give him a full on stab, just a poke really to make him bleed. So, I won for what it's worth.

It's nice to have the dreams back. Actually, when I awoke, I couldn't remember anything. Then as I lay there thinking about random shit it came to me. I was a mixed bag of emotions; excited that I remembered and "wha?" about the dream itself. It's Friday! I'm gonna go have fun in the sun and work too! Have an awesome one!

I give up...

2007-04-12T07:25:00.000-06:00

Yea, once again, I cannot recall my dreams....Phoooeeey! I had some, I know that much, but damn if I cannot remember them. Hmm, guess I'll have to start daydreaming....

Robbed! Again!

2007-04-11T06:35:00.000-06:00

What is going on here? I am unable to get back to the routine. That routine of waking up on time. Vacation must have really been good if the side effects are going to be this disruptive. On top of that, I cannot for the life of me recall my dreams. Perhaps it's happening again; they say if you can't recall your dreams it's because you're in somebody else's dreams. Who's dreaming about me? Anyone?

Honkshu

2007-04-10T07:18:00.000-06:00

a dream, about beautiful Weimaraner dogs! I'm going back to bed and I now know how to spell "weimaraner"

SCHTOOL!

2007-04-09T07:48:00.000-06:00

Yea, "schtool." I've overslept, big time. Like two hours! Yea, I'm a little pissed....fuck.....didn't even hear the alarm. Oh, woe is me, blah blah blah

Light So Bright

2007-04-08T08:52:00.000-06:00

Er, can I just not get out of bed today? I woke up all pissy at 9:20. Pissy 'cause I couldn't remember my dream and the fact that I was right in the middle of it when I awoke. I hate that. Pissy 'cause I only slept for about 5 hours last night. Pissy 'cause I've got about an hour to enjoy my morning till I have to go to lunch with the fam. I'm not really pissy, just sleepy, groggy; I want to whimper the way a little kid does. Pout, I shall pout!

Lazy Saturday, Booyah

2007-04-07T13:24:00.000-06:00

What a great day, it's sunny and there's ice in the wind. I love that feeling; one minute warm and fuzzy and then a cold blast of wind. Like god had just eaten a breath mint and decided you needed to know about it. I managed to get showered up and decided to let the car style my hair. I put the windows down and turned up the cd player. Driving around town is becoming a fun past time for me these days. I drove around for a bit, trying to decide where to eat lunch. The plan was to read and eat.

I started another book a couple of days ago and I'm madly in love with it. Well, as one can only love reading a book, that kind of love. It's A Complicated Kindness by Miriam Toews. I suppose it's the way she writes as well as the content itself. It's not often I laugh out loud while reading a book. I'm only sixty pages into it and I've probably laughed out loud a half dozen times.

"I could smell the wind coming through the open window behind her and it was like a present or a compliment or something. The sweetest winds blow over us Mennos sometimes, when the poultry massacre stops long enough for us to smell them, and they can literally stop you dead in your tracks and break your heart. It's the certain smell of that wind and the sudden whoosh of heat that just undoes me. It's a June wind, mostly. An embrace. (Did I just say embrace? Asshole.) I could smell it now. "

Yea, so that's just an example, one of the passages I marked. I ended up at Cosmo's, a local pizza place. An excellent choice I must say. They still had breakfast on the menu at 1pm. I had eggs, apple smoked bacon, hash brown casserole, smoked Gouda grits and a biscuit. Mmmmm, that hit the spot and is probably the cause of this "I want to take a nap" feeling I have.

After lunchfast, I took a little drive downtown. Listening to a new song that's going to be stuck in my head for a while. It's called 'P.E. Forever' by the Nowhere Squares. They have a myspace page if anyone wants to check them out. Funny, I saw them at the Bottletree a few weeks back and thought they were ridiculous. Then I heard that song yesterday on NPR, a show called Tapestry, where they interview local artists and whatnot. I was like, "wow, that sounds so much better than live and it's catchy!" Amazingly enough I was able to download it from Itunes. Not only is the song catchy, but there's some sort of social commentary lurking below the surface too.

Now, I'm going to take a nap.

CRK

2007-04-07T09:09:00.000-06:00

It's crack rock kitty! CRK lives in a cardboard box in my apt. At his best he's crazy. When he's not in his crappy cardboard box, he's attacking me, trying to get more money for his next fix. Notice the glassy eyes that stare right through your soul. Lucky for me, he was too fucked up on brown stone to care that I took his photo. He's tried to "clean up" a few times in the past but it's a hard row to ho. If you see CRK on the street do not give him money no matter what sob story he gives you. He loves to tell everyone that I'm in the hospital and the he can't get back in the apt, so could he have a couple of bucks for some food. Yea, well it's not true.

Cold! WTF!

2007-04-07T08:54:00.000-06:00

Yea, it's cold. I don't feel well. It is possible to have too much fun; if by fun, one means alcohol. Ugh. I shall have to punish myself for my "sins." Plus it seems the mountains are calling.....

Vacation: Over!

2007-04-06T06:28:00.000-06:00

Okay, quickly people; i'm running late. Woke up at 7:15. Drool on my chin and pillow. Had dreams about the following:

Helping friends work on finishing their basement
Conversation with ex about why she didn't want to be massage therapist anymore
food, food and more food
a leaky gas pump nozzle

That's all I have time to give you, sorry. I have to go to work?! Fuck this.

Black Rock Mountain

2007-04-05T11:08:00.000-06:00

Tallulah Gorge

2007-04-05T10:39:00.000-06:00

Some vacation photos....

2007-04-01T09:02:00.000-06:00

Vacation!

2007-04-01T08:50:00.000-06:00

Woot! I'm on vacation! Athens, GA to be exact. So far vacation has been awesome. Drinking has been kept to a minimum, thus I've stayed out of "trouble." Participated in a drunken spelling bee on Friday night. Didn't do so well. I was booted in the second round by the word penurious, ugh, i spelled it pennurious. Oh, well, I did get a cool t'shirt though! My friend Sam did much better and made it to the fourth round. She's a super-speller! Saturday was spent in downtown Athens, checking out the University and the sprawling metropolitan downtown. Lot's of bars, shoppes and cool eateries. Saturday night was my cousin's wedding and reception in Atlanta. That was fun. My prodigal father decided to show up for this one, so that was weird. Today we're going to Brewfest! Woohoo! 150 beers, 4 hours and only one liver! this should make for a lot of fun! Later taters!

Sleep, Beautiful Sleep

2007-03-28T06:52:00.000-06:00

Perhaps at some point this morning I'll get my shit together. What a night of dreams! the first one was about a fun little trip to the ER. I don't know how i got there or why i was there at all. I was on a bed and there was lots of movement, people hurrying around. thankfully they weren't fussing over me. Whatever was wrong with me, it didn't seem to be an emergency. My nurse came over and it was my grandma! How comforting is that! She was a nurse all her life so i knew i was in good hands. However, when she cut my head open, i became a little concerned about what was going on; what was wrong. She had cut an incision from my temple which curved up to my forehead, maybe about 5 or 6 inches. that was it; she just cut my forehead open, apparently for no reason. I was at a loss and said nothing. Seems they didn't find what they were looking for in my head, so now she proceeded to slice my arm open. This is a good one; the outside of my arm, from my shoulder to my elbow. then i could feel her pulling the skin back to look at my arm. good thing i was on some sort of pain killer. It was a strange feeling to feel the tug as the skin was pulled back but feel no pain. Still, they had not found what was wrong or what they were "looking" for. Then it was decided that there was nothing wrong with me at all; it was my grandma that was "sick." She also had her arm sliced open and was lying in the bed next to mine. I looked at her for a while before I noticed that i was bleeding from a couple of rather large incisions that had been made to me. I asked her, "Dot? Am I going to need stitches?" I wanted to call her grandma, but she was at work and I'm a grown man anyway. She looked at me, studied me for a bit and said, "Yes."

I am not that tall

2007-03-26T05:16:00.000-06:00

Wow! When I woke up I thought, "Crap! I don't remember any dreams!" Then, two minutes later it hit me; thank you snooze button. I was walking through a parking lot, trying to get somewhere, leaving I think. I know I wasn't head to a store or anything. I got to the sidewalk when I noticed a very tall person in my path. I decided to go around to the left when this huge person went left. I guess it would help to tell that he was just standing there with his back to me when this happened. Okay, so he went left when I did. Now I stopped and was going to head back to the right when he did the same. I got the impression, just from his body language that he was lost or confused or something. This is the point the word "oaf" rose to the front of my mind. So, in my frustration, I just took a wide route around him; there's no telling how long he was going to stand there and keep changing his mind. Now, I passed him and he started following me. This is not cool to have a "giant" following you. He caught up to me just as I was crossing a street. The hugest hand I've ever seen landed on my shoulder. I looked back and up, which is rare for me. He asked if I could help him. All I could say, "what are you? like 6'8, 6'9?" This guy was huge! I'm sure he was more like seven feet tall. Don't picture Andre the Giant either; this guy had more of a good ol' boy look to him. He replied, "Something like that." At this point I realised this must be how some people feel when they're talking to me. I noticed he was standing on something. I stooped over to pick it up. This took a moment, as my giant friend still had trouble moving in one direction for more than 2 seconds. Once I got his foot off of it, I found that it was a blank check. I scanned the check for a name or address. The only thing written in the top left corner was, "SPECIAL." Hmm, that's funny I thought. Thankfully the bank that the check was drawn on was just right there; perhaps somebody dropped it on there way to or from the bank. I folded the check in half and slid it through the little teller window slot. Ahh, that's a lot; no more typing for me now. Monday? Hee hee, only four more days till vacation!

I Wish You Well

2007-03-24T06:08:00.000-06:00

If you don't know that song, well, you just don't. If you do, then you'll know what I'm listening to right now. Let's see, it's 7:12, I got up before the alarm at 6:45. Don't know why, just did. I made sure to get up before the army of alarms started going off though. Dreams? I might have had one or two; I was so tired. Wo' out is the expression I want to use.

Today....let's see. I'm going to spend the day as endentured slave help at a friends house. Seems there's some sort of landscaping project that needs to be done. Woohoo, fun in the sun! I'm too nice sometimes; my weekend has been hijacked!

Dreams O' Plenty

2007-03-23T13:46:00.000-06:00

Uh, what can I say? I went back to sleep and had what seems like 5 or 6 dreams! One of them was about my first step father, the jack-ass-hole. Seems we were on some sort of hunting trip and we were in a cabin or hotel room thing. I really don't remember too much detail as far as interacting with him. The room was dark except for the light coming from the t.v. He was in his underwear being his usual shithead southern macho man self. I had an overwhelming sense to escape. Being in the presence of evil is very unsettling. I did manage to get out of the room and into a car to complete my get away. There was another dream, that was just as intense and graphic, even longer than the one I just described. Alas due to the prurient nature of the dream, I cannot share it with you. That sucks, I really enjoy being able to recall an entire dream and remember vivid details and then share it with the world. Yet, a certain level of decency must be maintained within the blog. Sigh.... Now, it's time for the beautiful weekend to commence. I'm in the middle of a battle with what is called a 'Homewrecker.' These giant burrito things can be found at Moe's Southwest Grill. They're just so delicious! Once I'm done with that it's off for another hike today, my lungs could use a good coating of pollen. Everybody have a great weekend and Wang Chung tonight!

WTF, I'm awake

2007-03-23T03:07:00.000-06:00

Where does this hair come from? Summer must be around the corner. I woke up in a sweat; perhaps that explains the "big" hair. Alas, this is what I get for falling asleep on the couch watching basketball. Poor, Tennessee, I really thought they might win. Which reminds me, notice the team colors of red and blue; go Jayhawks! It's way too early in the morning. Right now it's 4:15, ugh. It's officially Friday which is good and it's payday too. Perhaps I'll go back to bed and have a dream or two.

Hike Head!

2007-03-21T16:21:00.000-06:00

Ha ha! I read that quote, today's that is, and thought, "Hmm, that's a good one for today." Only to realize that it's from the book I'm currently reading! How funny. I went for a hike this afternoon after work and boy did it hit the spot. I did have a bunch of dreams last night. Like an idiot I did not post them this morning and alas I cannot recall them now. Poop! Perhaps tonight I'll have a good one that I can tell you all about tomorrow.

Pirate Planet Blooper

2007-03-20T17:23:00.001-06:00

An outtake from the episode I watched last night!

After Midnight...

2007-03-20T00:32:00.000-06:00

We're not going to shake a tambourine, although I might let it all hang out. Seems I fell asleep watching that beloved Dr. Who. Now I'm fucked as I fell asleep way too early. I will try to go back to sleep. With some luck I'll be able to sleep till a decent hour. Tra la la la.

Munday

2007-03-19T06:36:00.000-06:00

Woohoo! or is it Errr? Monday is here and I wonder am I ready? Doesn't seem like it after having burned my candle at both ends over the weekend. I slept like a rock thanks to my efforts over the weekend. I do recall one dream from what seems like last night. In the dream my laundry needed to be done. I was at a loss as what to do about it when one of my customers offered to do it for me. This was just too odd/weird. Ugh, crap, whatever. Time to gear up for another week. Two weeks till vacation!

St. Patrick's Day Keg Party

2007-03-18T10:50:00.000-06:00

I'm a dork, here's the evidence. Becky is also a dork, just better looking.

It's the dancing outlaw!

Rain! How Can This Be?!

2007-03-15T06:57:00.000-06:00

I really don't have time for this, well I might, I just want to get out of here today and get going. Dreams; I had them and remembered them. The big cinematic type one started with myself in a boat. It was one of those long handmade boats like one might find in the South Pacific. I was at the head of a boat with a crew of about 20 men; ten down each side of the boat. We came across a huge group of "native people" who were not happy to see us. Some were in boats already and others were on what appeared to be barges. It didn't take long before the air was dark with arrows and spears. During our rapid get away it was realised that we had no oars and had to use our hands to paddle. We made amazing speed for hands only rowing. Men were dying off rapidly as we had no defense against the arrows. We made for "land" only to discover it was indeed not land. It was just those horrible little trees that grow in shallow water and their bizarre root system gives the deception of land. At this point I took to the water. Perhaps I thought I could swim away underwater while the poor bastards got slaughtered by the natives. The natives were soon forgotten and I found myself amongst a tour group being led through some flooded tunnel place. The tour guide was obviously some sort of con man. I managed to inform a couple of the other tour members as to what was going on and that we were going to have to escape at some point. The tour continued through the underground labyrinth and we eventually ended up back on the surface. Our "tour guide" got distracted playing with a baby and I rounded up the group for the escape. We stole a pick up truck and got the hell out of there. The end. I left out some of the minor details due to my desire to "get to work." The NCAA tournament starts today, so getting done early as possible is a priority today. Tra la la la la. Have a great day!

Yes, Sleeping in, It's Good

2007-03-14T08:47:00.000-06:00

Ah, it's so good to be able to sleep in! I wouldn't have done it, had it not been for the fact that I have a meeting tonight. The good thing is that I was able to remember part of one my dreams from this morning. Seems I had to get to a birthday party for one of my friends. Directions in hand, I headed off in my car. At one point I was driving entirely too fast and became airborne going over a hilltop. I decided to slow down after that harrowing experience. After a few turns and driving down some country roads I arrived at my destination. I quickly discovered that this was the wrong party. I had missed a turn somewhere back there. This party was full of kids. To top that off, my boss' boss was there and implored me to stay as if I had been invited. I was all about the "Fuck this!" attitude. I grabbed the bag of gifts I had brought from atop the gift pile. One of the parents informed me that those were the gifts for the birthday boy. Being upset at that point, I felt that I did not need to explain myself and my actions; I just had to get the fuck out of there! Sadly, that's all I remember.

Ugh, I guess I'll go to work now. Seems to be a nice day out there today. Weeeee.....

Restless Mind

2007-03-12T05:33:00.000-06:00

What in the world is going on? I'm trying to gather my thoughts this morning and cannot seem to do it. I have coffee and cereal here with me. The cereal is too soggy and the coffee is no longer hot. Currently, I can only think about work. How I can get home early as possible so as to enjoy the awesome weather before the rain gets here in a few days. Honestly, I think I'm still suffering the effects of last week's events. The "trifecta of bullshit" still makes me mad when I think about it. Oh, and I learned that one of my best friends has MS(multiple sclerosis). Thinking about that makes me sad. It's hard not to think about things sometimes. Sometimes I wish there was a switch I could flip to turn off the thinking portion of my brain. Crap, I've gotten off task here. No, there are no dreams to report on today, just like the days before. I'll try harder, promise. I wonder what's waiting for me out there today?

Baby Sloth

2007-03-10T07:16:00.001-06:00

I am not a baby sloth, but this is essentialy what I do in the morning.

This Shit-Ass Town

2007-03-10T06:57:00.000-06:00

It's like a lost case of being found. Wow, it's Saturday again!? Shit. I think I may have had too much fun yesterday. Well, mostly last night. I woke up at the fun hour of 6 a.m. today. So far, I've consumed two glasses of water, two tangerines, two episodes of GI Joe and I just started on my coffee. I will most likely consume some cereal at some point as well.

It has been many years since I watched GI Joe. I find that the characters are very 'colorful' and the corny one liners I could do without. Like most cartoons, GI Joe is very violent yet nobody seems to ever die. It would be more realistic if one was allowed to see entrails and gray matter from time to time.

To hell with it and this. I'm gonna go lay down.

I find this very entertaining....

2007-03-08T19:10:00.001-06:00

It's The Hollies!

Trifecta of Getting Fucked Over

2007-03-08T18:00:00.000-06:00

I'm not going to detail today's events for you. The title and quote are enough at this time. Please forgive me for not posting this morning. Some days are like that. Perhaps tomorrow. . .

Colmarblau

2007-03-07T08:37:00.000-06:00

Argh! I cannot recall my dreams! I know I had at least two distinct dreams, I just cannot remember them. I've sat here for ten minutes trying to recall them. Oh well. There's really nothing to add to that. No funny stories or words of wisdom today. I can tell you that today is Wednesday; that's a good thing I suppose. Have a wonderful day!

Scrumptrulescent

2007-03-06T05:27:00.000-06:00

I just love that word! Tuesday. . .hmmmm? Had a dream last night about being on vacation, this is good. What's not good is that at some point I recall my family trying to "hijack" it. I did not want to have my family along for the ride. I think I was at or headed to the beach; it's all a blur. This all makes sense as one of the last things I did last night was examine a map to see where I could go on my upcoming vacation. The first part of my vacation will be expended by a wedding and a "brew fest." I'm going to have three or four days to burn after that and the beach is only four hours from that location; so I think I'll go there.

I witnessed a fight between two gay men last night. I went out to dinner with a buddy of mine yesterday. We were sitting at the bar, flirting with the bar maid, when a commotion erupted behind us near the front door. I turned to see what the disturbance was and saw two red faced guys, one standing in the door and the other a few feet from him. The one in the door said, "He pushed me!" Then the other one says, "He punched me in the face!" All that directed at the aforementioned bartender as she had already assessed the situation and had headed over there to toss them out. I swear, it was like two kids trying to explain to mom what had happened. Upon her return we learned that the two men were gay and that the whole thing had started when one of them had thrown a piece of pizza crust at the other one. Which reminds me, there was a drag queen there last night too. That's not something one sees in this town very often. I suppose my city is making great strides in the tolerance department.

Have a great Tuesday, may it be. . . .Scrumptrulescent!

No time, Like the Present

2007-03-05T16:37:00.000-06:00

Yea, so I didn't have time to deal with this thing this morning. I do now though, so here we go. Last night I had a dream! A bad dream really. Apparently I had murdered a bunch of cops and had their bodies piled up in a basement room; not good. I guess the only good thing was that I had turned myself in. I was waiting on the cops to get there. They finally showed up and came down the steps to the basement. One of them pointed a gun at me and shined a light in my face. This was very disorienting and I was confused as what to do. Must have been some sort of anxiety attack or something. After a few moments I was able to come to my senses and do as the officer instructed. To tell the truth, I was scared that he was going to shoot me before I could get my shit together. Then, some woman came down the stairs crying. I did not recognize her but felt that she was either my wife or something to that effect. We hugged each other and then I was taken away. Disturbing really, I don't think I found that dream to be very "entertaining." Let's hope that tonight's dream is a little more light hearted. I hope you all had an easy Monday. Some updates:

My favorite coffee "tankard" is destroyed
I lost at thumb wrestling twice today
I loathe Charles Dickens (see today's quote)
I've found my Tibetan prayer wheel

Express Yourself

2007-03-04T10:12:00.000-06:00

Okay, so I found out where all the names for the days of the week came from. It seems, no matter what area of the world, Sunday and Monday are named for the Sun and Moon. The other days of the week are named, for the most part, after gods. The old English based names for the days of the week are derived from Norse and Germanic deities. These are the names English speaking folks are most familiar with. However, in the romance languages, french and Spanish, for example, they are based on Greek and or roman gods. The best, I think, came from Iceland. There weekdays are named for certain activities. Like their word for Tuesday would mean "laundry day" if translated literally. I might not have all my facts straight on this as I read about it yesterday on Wiki. Just go there and search "days of the week" if you would like to read the whole thing.

Now, for the dream I had last night! I was running! The whole dream I was running! Oddly enough, I wasn't running from anything this time. I was running for the fun/exercise of it. I had an old friend with me too. This all makes sense, as we went out last night and had not hung out in about two years. Anyway, we ran and ran, there were lots of flowers. Tulips I think, brightly colored, through parks, up stairs down stairs etc etc. Then I saw the girl that I had been seeing recently, she was running up some stairs. I had never seen anyone run that quickly up a flight of stairs without skipping steps. I decided to follow her and catsup with her. When I did she was not happy. I got the whole "are you following me?!" treatment. I said, "No, I just wanted to say hello." She seemed pretty pissed about the whole thing, so, I just went back to running. Oh, that reminds me, I was wearing jeans and a sweater, not your typical jogging gear. That's that, good dream really, I can still see the flowers!

Now, I must rant about something that happened yesterday afternoon in the "waking" world. I had been thinking about something this past week that had my mind in an upheaval, a real emotional twister if you will. Yesterday, I was able to address the issue with the person it concerned. I've never been good at expressing my feelings, but I think I did a good job of it yesterday. After I had done this, I had the most unusual feeling. I felt like I had just thrown up. I know that sounds gross, but it's true and the closest thing I can think of to describe how I felt. It was a good feeling, as if I had vomited up all my troubles. I think a lesson has been learned here.

Enjoy your last day of the weekend! There's less than twenty-four hours till Monday!

Saturday Afternoon

2007-03-03T16:16:00.000-06:00

Here's a treat for you guys today. An object that I made in 6th grade. Perhaps it will give you some insight into how my imagination operates. I like it for its dreamlike quality. None of it makes sense to me; I've no idea what I was thinking so many years ago when I made it.

Today was and still is beautiful. There might even be time for a nap this afternoon before the evenings activities.

Saturday?

2007-03-03T07:55:00.000-06:00

Amazing, you cannot have Saturday without "turd." This brings up even more questions. Like, who named all the days of the week? Why are there only seven? Why not eight or six? Hmmm? I'll ponder that as the day goes by.

The dreams have returned! Whomever "borrowed" them must not have liked them or just felt the overwhelming guilt of it all. So, the dream took place in an industrial setting. Lots of oxidized metal things, lots of orange colors. Myself and another man were led by some sort of foreman person to a huge tower on the site. Walking up endless flights of stairs and going across huge spans above the ground, this produces lots of anxiety. We reached our destination, a stack of some sort. No smoke was pouring out of it, so I don't think it was any normal smoke stack thing one might identify with a manufacturing complex. We were instructed to harness up and rappel into the stack, more anxiety, I do not like heights of any sort. Once inside I discovered that we had some sort of task to complete. Replacing parts, maybe fuses or the like. At some point early in the decent I got over my anxiety and got busy working. There was some stimulating conversation that I cannot recall the details of. We weren't able to accomplish much, that's how it seemed anyway. I was able to replace two "widgets" and couldn't do more because there was another worker in my path to the next spot below that needed to be "fixed." Yup, that's about all I remember. Good to have the dreams back, I missed them. Oh, I think I've fixed the "pickle" picture from a couple of days ago, for some reason it wasn't loading.

Ugh! Now it's time to go be an adult and run errands. Have a great day!

Friday!

2007-03-02T15:15:00.000-06:00

Yes, thank God for Friday! How long has it been since last Friday, 7 days? This gruelling week has come to a close. For two and a half days I don't have to worry about work. After much thinking and introspection, I'll not have to worry about that thing that has troubled me most of the week. Women can do that to a man. Especially "good" ones. As Tom Petty once said, "Time to move on, Time to get goin', What lies ahead I've no way of knowin'." I hope every one has an awesome weekend!

Pickle'n Is Fun

2007-03-01T08:37:00.000-06:00

I'm fascinated by pickles! It would seem somebody has stolen my dreams. It remains to be seen who the guilty party is, but we're still assembling a list of suspects. This morning I have overslept, but not too much. My body is still a train wreck. My back is a giant knot from working too much on Tuesday. Then, add to that, the withdrawal of nicotine from the body; I'm sure it's wondering what the hell I'm doing to myself. Time for a hot shower and another "adventurous" day of work!

Baby Jesus

2007-02-28T08:18:00.000-06:00

Sweet baby Jesus, no cuter than any other child. Just a baby. Sure as shit, like all the other times I've attempted to quit smoking, a shitty day comes along that challenges my resolve. Sadly, I was not able to make it through yesterday. Today is a new day and I'm going back to square number one. No dreams recalled from last night due to consumption of wine. No photo today either; I believe you know why. Okay, the week is half over. Let's push through to the short end of the week.

D'Oh!

2007-02-27T08:22:00.000-06:00

That's right the camera is still in the car! I've overslept today. I really didn't want to get out of bed this morning; my mind was getting the best of me. It does no good to dwell upon something you cannot change. Who wants a cigarette?

No Aloha

2007-02-26T08:16:00.000-06:00

Monday is back! It seems like only last week I was dealing with this same situation. There shall not be a photo today due to the fact that the camera is still in the car. Meh, whatever. There's really not much to tell about dreams from the weekend, anything you would ever find interesting that is. Progress has been made on the Lent front. Not that I had to give something up, but I've wanted to for a while now anyway; Lent just might work as an excuse to quit smoking again. I can't recall the exact statistics, but relapsing is not uncommon. These first few days will be critical. I couldn't sleep worth shit last night; could be due to the lack of nicotine in the system. I've done this before and I know what to expect. I will be my own worst enemy. The question is, which one is going to win?

Being A Grown-Up is for Suckers

2007-02-24T09:27:00.000-06:00

Today is Saturday!