Friday, May 8, 2009

OMG water from the sky!!!

Ok so what’s the deal with people who can’t drive when it rains. I mean I get it if there’s torrential downpour and it’s coming down so hard you can’t see, but a little rain really? This morning for example, I get up and hit the road and there’s a good little bit of rain coming down. About enough to where my wipers are set on medium speed.

It’s Friday no less which typically means less traffic since most folks call in on either Friday or Monday, especially if it’s less than ideal weather. No sooner do I get on the highway then I’m sitting in bumper to bumper traffic. WTF? I just don’t get it, OMG Water from the sky let’s drive 10 miles and hour….morons.

Ah well so my normal 20 minute commute ends up taking me an hour to get here, which had I of given it more thought I would have just worked from home and saved myself the frustration. The kicker is the entire way here, not a single accident, or anything else that would explain the snail’s pace we were moving at. Aside from that crazy moisture falling from the sky of course, ooohhh scary.

On a completely unrelated note I guess Kieffer Sutherland was arrested last night in NY for assault. The report says that he was up all night at a bar drinking, wearing a feather boa, and “twirling” people. Then he bumped into a fashion designer and an argument ensued, not certain on the exact subject of the argument other than Keiffer was said to have been defending Brooke Shields and ended up head butting the guy.

Only connection I am aware of between the two is a movie called Freeway. AWESOME flick if you haven’t seen it, one of Reese Witherspoon’s first movies (back when she was hot and skinny and not into crazy dudes). Kieffer plays a serial killer who’s a real piece of work, definitely work checking out if you get the chance.

My apologies for the long delay in posting, I’ve had a hard time getting motivated to post when I don’t have much misery, angst, and depression in my life :P

I promise I’ll do better going forward…maybe ;-)

Closing thought:
What happens to your lap when you stand up?

Monday, April 20, 2009

And the rockets red glare

I love fire, no I mean I really REALLY love fire, and explosions too. As such the 4th of July is the greatest holiday ever, it’s warm, you’re encouraged to drink, and blow shit up! How great is that!

My family tradition is to go out to my Mom’s house for the day (she lives on a lake) and essentially spend all day outside shooting off fireworks and getting wasted. Pretty much every year I light something on fire or blow a hole in something, myself included of course. I’ve never done any permanent bodily harm to myself aside from a few scars here and there and it’s generally a good time.

My favorite thing to shoot off are 1 inch mortar shells. I usually buy a case or so of them and fire them off the back sidewalk behind Mom’s. It’s a nice pretty show and they are fun and easy to fire off.

Couple years back I was having a REALLY good time (read very drunk) and thought I’d get clever. I normally get inventive with ways to blow things up and set them on fire, and yes I’ve made my own homemade napalm before ;)

At some point in the night I got the great idea to light a mortar and set a plastic bucket over the top of it. I thought I’d see how high it would blast the sucker up in the air or if it would just blow the hell out of the bucket. Seemed like a fun thing to do…

First attempt I get the mortar light and go to drop the bucket over top of it. Keep in mind I’ve been drinking all day so the attempt doesn’t quite go as planned and I knock the mortar tube over. This fires the round of down the sidewalk luckily not hitting anyone but does make one hell of an explosion and got more than a few people’s attention.

Second attempt (of course I tried again) I manage to get it lit and get the bucket placed squarely over top no problem. Mortar goes off and the bucket pops about two feet off the ground the punches a hole in the top of the bucket and explodes about 4 feet off the ground. AWESOME! Huge shower of sparks about 30 feet across and loud as hell WOOT! I was of course in the blast radius but no real harm few singed hairs etc. but everyone else was back far enough.

So being the genius that I am I decide to take it one step further. Let’s try to ride the bucket this time J Examining the bucket after the last shot I can see where the round shot through the bucket with really very little effort. It slowed it down some sure but it had no problem going right on through. Given that I would be standing on top of said bucket I had no real desire to have a mortar pop me in my junk so had to come up with something to help re-enforce the top.

Aha! That scrap of 2x10 looks good enough! I had a pretty good plan so I thought my only real worry was being fast enough to get the board over top of the bucket and then jump on without falling off. Simple enough in theory but again I’m not exactly the most coordinated guy and after a day of drinking even less so.

Tossing caution to the wind I spark off the mortar, bucket is placed, board is down, and I hop on. Amazingly I pull all this off and get upright without falling down or knocking anything over, Yay me!

Mortar goes off and I have to admit I was a little disappointed; it only managed to launch me about 5 feet in the air. Great ride to be sure and when it exploded that was a nice little boost at the end. The sparks and effects were lessened a great deal since it basically exploded inside the bucket but it was still a pretty sweet ride J

Needless to say I was told that I was NOT allowed to do that again…..ah well there’s always next year. I’ve been working on a shoulder mounted launcher tube too…..

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Rap sheet

I’m a criminal, not the blood thirsty hard core type but I’ve certainly had my fair share of run ins with Johnny Law. So I figured why not share my rap sheet with ya.

1986 vandalism, trespassing- my first time being locked up at the tender age of 13. We were skate boarding in our neighborhood pool that had been drained for the winter. Apparently the homeowner’s association wanted to teach us a lesson.

1988 trespassing- this go round we were playing paintball in an abandoned house in my neighborhood. Again homeowner’s association felt it necessary to lock us up for this.

1989 Minor in possession of alcohol- we were out like most weekend nights just cruising around drinking looking for something to do. 10-15 cars pulled into a park to watch a fight and mine was the only car that got stopped. They found one beer under my car seat.

1989 shoplifting- we had a good scam going, we’d steal small high value items from one mall and then return them at anther nearby mall. Worked great for a good while until I got pinched at Sears. Funny side note the security officer and cop that got me ended up being co-workers of mine many years later when I took a security job at the Jones Store Co.

1990 speeding- first speeding ticket ever, on the way home from getting my tattoo…which I needed a fake ID to get since I was only 16.

1991 public intoxication, minor in possession of alcohol- huge field party behind one of my buddy’s houses. Several schools showed up and a riot broke out, while trying to corral my friends back into my car we ended up being the last ones left (aside from those getting medical attention) so the cops got us.

1991 Vandalism, Minor in possession- had an all night party at my friend’s house then decided at 1am we should drive around and try and tear down basketball goals (goal rippin’). After tearing one down the homeowner chased us and got our license plate number. Cops caught up shortly there after and actually fingerprinted the beer can I had left in his driveway.

1996 speeding- On the way back from spring break in Mexico. We drove from Warrensburg MO to Nuevo Laredo Texas in a huge purple van (aka the Grimace mobile). There was another stop and search by the border patrol but amazingly no one was arrested despite all of the contraband we were carrying.

1996 driving while intoxicated, resisting arrest, attempted flight, careless and imprudent driving, speeding. This lil event has an entire blog post dedicated to it J

1998 driving while intoxicated- my second and last DWI. I had drank 4-5 beers at my apartment and then was headed to my Mom’s. Cop pulled me over for a warrant for an unpaid parking ticket, which I had never gotten but my roommate did and neglected to pay it or tell me.

2002 possession of marijuana- float trip with my friends, neighbors, and family. Probably the most embarrassing to be sure but I wasn’t cuffed and stuffed merely ticketed which was nice. And as a bonus everyone felt so bad for me afterwards that all the chics showed me their boobs J

2006 speeding- Going through the toll gate on the way to Manhattan. I had just returned from a trip to the Bahamas and had left my license etc. in my luggage at home. Because of that I got cuffed and got to stand on the side of the toll booth for a good bit while every drove past and gawked…it was great.

So there ya go, I told you I was a hard core criminal. Honestly a lot of those were just being in the wrong place at the wrong time or some jerk off wanting to make an example out of someone, which I guess I’m a good target for. Anyhow kids don’t do drugs, stay in school, and wash your hands after you poop!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Vegetable Soup

He was probably 6 years old at the time, and had a neighborhood friend over for the evening. They had been watching the movie “Alligator” on television, probably not terribly appropriate for 6 year olds but they enjoyed it.

They were called to dinner and it was vegetable soup…..He had never liked vegetable soup, couldn’t bring himself to eat it ever. He also didn’t recall that it had even been served as a meal before in his home.

Most of the dinner was spent pushing around the veggies in the bowl and not daring to say anything or look up. His friend finished his, asked to be excused and went back to his bedroom to continue watching Alligator.

He doesn’t really recall his mother being there although surely she had to be, or maybe she had gone off to do the dishes or other house chores. Leaving him there with his Father at the table.

“You know you aren’t getting up from this table until you eat that”
“I can’t, it taste yucky and it’s making me sick”
“You’re going to eat that or you’re never getting up from this table”

He made several attempts to eat some but each time ended up gagging; probably more so from the fear of what might happen if he couldn’t eat it than the actual taste of the food.

His father grew more agitated and loud as this continued, he began yelling shortly after.

“I work hard to put good food on this table and you WILL EAT IT!”

Sobbing by now but still at least making an attempt to eat the soup it was no good. Finally working Himself up to the point where he finally actually got sick into the bowl of soup.

“You don’t think that’s going to get you out of it do you! Eat your damn soup!”

He doesn’t remember much after that all too clearly only that he did make a few more tries to actually eat the soup but all resulted the same. Finally his Mother came and excused him from the table and sent him to his room.

His friend didn’t seem to have noticed or heard what had happened, which was actually a blessing. Thankfully nothing else happened as a result of that night’s dinner which also made it easier, could have been from having a friend over but hard to tell. Less to explain that way, and the rest of the evening passed uneventfully.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Because it's that good

and I dig it the most...Some of you may think Glenn Danzig is a punk, pussy, wannabe, asshole. And you could be right, but the dude can rock. I'm hitting a run of wickedly bad ass tunes on my Pandora this afternoon. Started with Ozzy Mamma I'm Comin' home, leading to Pantera Cowboys from hell, and now Danzig Mother....Luckily it's friday afternoon and no one is in the office as I'm being rather loud and smacking shit :)

Mother
Tell your children not to walk my way
Tell your children not to hear my words
What they mean
What they say
Mother


Mother
Can you keep them in the dark for life
Can you hide them from the waiting world
Oh mother
Father
Gonna take you daughter out tonight
Gonna show her my world
Oh father
Not about to see your light
But if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's like
Till your bleeding
Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's
Mother
Tell your children not to hold my hand
Tell your children not to undesrstand
Oh mother
Father
Do you wanna bang heads with me
Do you wanna feel everything
Oh father
Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's like
Till your bleeding
Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's
Yea
Not about to see your light
But if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's like
Till your bleeding
Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's like
Mother
Yea

Monday, April 13, 2009

You’re dropping dead awesome….that’s me!

As promised in a previous installment here’s yet another suitor for our hero. Alas however since the heart break of Nigeria girl I was not able to open myself up to yet another tragedy so I never did respond. Probably a huge mistake on my part as who could pass up a plump girl with straight shoulders, a good breast line, straight lads (??), with good thigh size. I mean really and she also “does the side thing” which I can only surmise means she’s either in a carnival side show or she likes to ride side saddle in the sack hell I dunno.

And how the hell you can live in Illinois and be a realtor in West Africa I have no idea. I’m starting to think I attract transplanted Africans for some reason…. I love the fact too that she totally ignored all of my preferences on my profile as well. I’m a drinking, smoking, anti-christ who loves sports, match made in heaven I’d say!


Hi There, lurelhill_40.....at........yahoo......dot....come.....,How are you doing? I was glancing through your profiles when your awesome picture got me attracted while you're lovely words had me write you back. lol I really was marveled reading your profile and i enjoyed doing so. The first thing that came to my mind when i saw your picture was.. Like WOW... You're dropping dead Awesome. lol. So i thought I'd take out time to introduce myself. Well, Let me tell U little about me...I am Janet Jones from St. Elmo, Illinois.. I a Realtor and right now am in West Africa, Born on 5th July 1978. Single never been married. But been in a serious relationship, but broke up...5'9 tall. I am a very easy going woman who loves to see people around me happy. I like people who are real, have something genuine to offer (whatever that may be), can express themselves articulately, and who can think for themselves but are also open to new ideas and experiences. I'm still relatively new to dating Online. I haven't done very much here yet, but I'm willing and open to suggestion. Being new here, I'd love to just meet some people and get involved in some social activities to start. But I also wouldn't mind finding my soul mate along the way if that's possible. I believe in love (Soul-mate), but I do believe in attraction and chemistry, which can lead to love once you get to know someone better I am an honest, sincere woman tired of people playing head games on me. I am down to earth and love to have fun and be adventurous....love to laugh (good sense of humor) I enjoy all sorts of activities, including surfing, visiting museums, taking long walks, as well as watching movies. I am kind, considerate, and generous. I am also brutally honest and speak my mind. I enjoy laughing and making others laugh. I also like to sing along ,.I receive the most compliments on my eyes (blue), I am plump with straight shoulders, good breast line, straight lads with good thigh size with heavy hips, very flexible and a fast walker? Am a good dancer, my favorite dance is bally dance and Columbian dance and my thoughtfulness (very). I consider myself very versatile and I have to be because I have friends and business associates of all races, ages and socio-economic backgrounds. I'm very laid-back and down-to-earth. I'm also very Old-fashioned when it comes to my respect and treatment of men...As for my hobbies...Hhhh Like camping, fishing, golf, watching movies, not much into sports but also do the side thing lol. I like spending time with loved ones, I don't smoke and i don't drink .I really don't have much time for the common 'traditional single scene' but thought I'd give it a try, besides; i have a few friends who have had good experiences. I'm an honest and straight forward woman not into playing games. ....Seeking a man with the entire proverbial package, beauty and morals. With self respect, understanding caring heart and not into games. Looking for a serious man to settle with spends the rest of my life with, would take things easy but if sparks fly, then so is it. .I would be very glad if you respond with the hope of corresponding, and also hope we get to know each other better as i look forward to reading from you soon. Till u hear from you, have a blissful time and stay with God's blessings. With Regards, Janet. Okay i will soon be out of the this site so it will be best if you contact me on there okay ....thanks (lurelhill_40.....at........yahoo...dot...come)

Feel free to drop her a line sometime who knows maybe you too can find true love…..

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Fuck you breeders, get a license

I’m a very laid back guy and it takes a great deal to actually piss me off, however once I get to that point I tend to go off a bit. Consider yourself warned ;)

Yeah so I read about this episode of Oprah, whom incidentally I don’t care for most the time, that was talking about parents viewing their children as burdens. After reading the blog piece I couldn’t really bring myself to actually view the episode of the show as I feared I may have tossed something very large and very heavy through the monitor.

Let me also preface this by saying that I absolutely abhor violence towards women, I’ve seen too much of it in my own life and nothing sets me off more except violence towards children and animals. I was lucky to have been raised by two amazing women that I owe my very existence too (Mom and Grandmother) and I love them dearly. I also was a child who was told repeatedly growing up that I was not smart enough, good enough etc. to amount to shit, because of this I literally turned my back on my father as he lay dying in a hospital bed.

I’m all grown up now though and have learned (unlike some of the fucks below) that isn’t healthy and I’ve accepted my father for who he is and why he was that way. And we’re both much better people for it and I’m proud to have him as my father. It’s called growing up and maturing instead of boo hooing and bitching about how piss poor your own childhood was, this is called being and adult….

Let me share with you a few choice bits though.

“But the mothers who shared that they didn’t bathe their kids for three weeks or used the Jacuzzi to bathe them are taking care of their own desire to save effort while seriously neglecting their kids’ needs.”

Are you fucking shitting me? What part about a child being a CHILD do you not get. They are not little adults, they are not self sufficient in any way shape or form, they are not going to just “figure it out” on their own. If you’re too fucking lazy to bathe your child then you need to hand over that kid to someone who actually cares about their well being over their own. Save effort? What the fuck did you think parenting was?? Something you can do part time when you feel like it or when it’s not a hassle or interferes with your social life?

How about this cunt here.

“…woman who unsympathetically said she took away everything her children loved when they misbehaved, and that she faked crying to manipulate them into behaving.”

If I saw this woman on the street I’d smack the living shit out of her and take her children on the spot. The psychological damage of seeing that little event would be far less than what this bitch is doing. Manipulating a child for fucks sake! That’s just sick and the bitch should be in jail. I mean really, what is your motivation for that exactly? I get it your kid misbehaves and it drives you nuts, but you know what you deal with it LIKE AN ADULT! I’d be willing to be her children are more emotionally and psychological developed than this worthless sack of shit.

Here’s another that really pisses me the fuck off. The parents that have little Timmy in every conceivable sport, club, event, social awareness circle and side show in town. Oh and Timmy you best come in first place or guess what, that’s right we’ll take your toys away and tell you how disappointed we are in you. Here’s an idea how’s about asking Timmy if he wants to do any of this shit, he may prefer to draw in his free time, or sing, oh and better yet how about we let him be a kid maybe? Instead of trying to overcompensate for your perceived failings as a child why don’t you break that cycle and oh I dunno try to be a loving supporting parent so your child will turn out less fucked up than you did.

All of this boils down to the fact that in order to have kids you should be licencsed, take a class something. I mean hell you have to have a license to drive, register to vote, be legal age to drink and smoke, have a degree to teach kids etc. But yet all you have to do in order to be a parent is fuck, and that boys and girls is a sad sad thing. And if you can’t hack it like some of the “parents” mentioned above there are literally thousands of loving people that would be happy to take your perceived burden off your hands for you. I know plenty of them drop me a line.

Anyhow glad we could clear that up and I think I’m sufficiently mellow now to go about the rest of my day.

Until next time, keep your feet on the ground and your shoulders above em’ unless of course you’re into some of the freaky kinda sex……then by all means enjoy J