Shirley Temple

Sienfeld - Soup Nazi - NO SOUP FOR YOU!

Sailing Takes Me Away

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:

1. 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.
2. Heat the bacon grease in a stock pot over medium heat.
3. Add the leeks and shallots, saute for a couple of minutes.
4. Now, add the stock, water, potatoes and chantrelles, simmer for 45 minutes
5. Find your potato masher.
6. Mash dem taters, not too much, leave some little pieces.
7. add salt, bacon salt, pepper, simmer for 10 minutes.
8. Now some fun, puree about half the soup in a blender and put back in the stock pot.
9. Turn off heat and stir in the half and half.
10. 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.
11. Ladle soup into bowl, drizzle on a few drops of truffle oil and top with bacon bits.
12. Eat soup.
13. 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

Donnie briggs - life coach

Donnie Briggs

WTF

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?

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

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

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

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

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

OH SNAAAAAAAAAPPP!!!!

Family Guy - America's Next Top Model

oh no!

Chester The Pug And His Fantastic Snack

Go, go, go to Marriedtothesea.com

Being a Winner is Hard Work

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

Captain Planet!!!

Ted Turner at his f'n best!

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

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!

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

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

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

GI Joe PSA

HAHA, I had forgotten about this one!

Rooster Head

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

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

AMA Honda Super Bike Classic

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

Friday Afternoon

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

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

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.

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

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!"

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

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

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!

GI Joe - PSA 5.

Gi joe PSA 13

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

GI Joe PSA - Computer

In Conclusion

"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

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

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

Thank God for Friday!

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

Robot Chicken - Book Of Life

Fight Club!?

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...

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!

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

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

SCHTOOL!

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

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

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

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!

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!

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