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January 31, 2005

Deja Fu

My weekends are becoming redundant. I am now a master of redundantism.

I watched Buffy season 5 disc 1. At last they seemed to put together a good season opener and the following three episodes were all excellent. As I understand it, season 5 is where the series really gets its legs and so far I would say that all indicators are pointing to: correct.

I liked the start off of season two of Angel and the first four episodes continued to be as entertaining as the first season, if not just a little bit more so.

Ghost World was the only movie I watched and I enjoyed it tremendously. I'm a big fan of Steve Buscemi and I thought his performance was excellent, maybe his best. It's a good movie and I'd recommend giving it a look up. I'd say more about it, but others seem to have already done it better than I could, so read their reviews.

My parents came up to visit on Sunday and since my mom loves the church that I used to go to that's where we went. I really don't like going back to that place. At first it always feels good to be back, kind of homey, but then it starts to feel really oppressive. I just have too many memories there. Most of them being of the life I had hoped I would lead and I'm reminded of my failures. I'm aware of my screw ups and I don't need them refreshed. Another thing that bugs me is that everyone tells me how much the miss me, but then I never hear from any of them. No one calls to check on me or ask how I'm doing and I spent a good three years of my life pretty heavily involved with that place. I didn't even get a response when I sent the email to my pastor telling him I wouldn't be attending church anymore.

I did have a good time hanging out with my parents though. We watched the Star Wars documentary "Empire of Dreams" that comes on the special features disc of the new DVD set. They seemed to enjoy it, but I snoozed at times as I had staid up too late on Saturday night.

Piffle

January 30, 2005

It's to be expected

A bit of late night bad poetry:

Without you here
I fall into sleep
Searching for you
In my dreams

Longing to find you
You fall into my arms
And I shudder so.
Asleep and impassioned.

I awake in the sunlight
With the sweet taste
Of you on my lips
And I bask in delight

Your sweet memories
Surrounding my being
Burrowing in my heart
You linger about me

Going into the day
With you on mind
I live as never before
Longing to have you.

January 28, 2005

Funnies

How do you follow up a long diatribe about abortion...with quasi-humorous drivel?

My mom sent this to me. For those of you keeping up, you can begin to piece together a disturbing profile.

FUNNY QUESTIONS

Questions that need answers...
1. Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?"
2. Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there? I'm gonna eat the next thing that comes outta it's butt."
2a. Who was the first person to decide that an artichoke was edible?
Just how hungry was he?
3. Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?
4. If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?

5. Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?
6. Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
7. Why does your OB-GYN leave the room when you get undressed if they are going to look up there anyway?
8. Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!
9. If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that Acme crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?
10. If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?
11. If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from?
12. If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from, morons?

13. Why do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?
14. Stop singing and read on..........
15. Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?
16. Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?
17. Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrive faster?
18. Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

Choices

I'll sincerely and emphatically warn you that this article is very graphic and disturbing. While I found it edging over into the area of a propagandist tract it still moved me and brought up, what I thought, were some compelling thoughts and images. It's also very long and a little redundant, but worth a read if you're interested in or embroiled in the debacle that is abortion.

Abortion is something I'm very hesitant to talk about here or anywhere and I find myself struggling a little to do it now for a couple of reasons. Mainly being male, I find it somewhat paradoxical that men should sound off so loudly on something that is essentially a female issue, but men are involved with it and realistically it involves both sides. I also don't like commenting on subjects that I find on other blogs, but as the author posted the link to the article, and I actually read the article, I feel I can talk about it without feeling like I stole an idea.

I've never been really sure where I stand on this issue, though deep down I've always opposed abortion on the simple premise that it ends what is or would become a living, breathing person. At one point I spent a lot of time in abortion channels on Yahoo debating with lots of people for and against the procedure. I came to see that simply legalizing or illegalizing it wouldn't solve the deeper problems and in the end, since it was going to happen anyway, it might as well be legal, if for no other reason than for the women undergoing the abortion to be in a safe medical environment. I guess you could call my stance one of disapproval with capitulation. This article made me question that stance.

Abortion is such a complicated issue, involving so many different variables and an almost infinite amount of scenarios. While I try to find black and white I seemingly always end up a shade of gray. The concept of killing children is so very abhorrent, but the questions that crop up are hard to handle in an emphatic way. So we make it illegal, what about rape, what about genetic deformities, what if the mother's life is in danger? And those are just a few. I remember reading about the abortion boat and how many women in Ireland were trying to get access to it before it was forced to leave. There's no denying how in demand the procedure is and that begs the question. What does that mean about us in general, our culture and society?

I sympathize with women on the issue too, because when you get down to it a man and a woman can have sex, even responsibly, and if the woman gets pregnant the man has that option of staying or walking away. If he walks away then his life will go on unchanged, at least physically. On the other hand, the woman has all these choices, to keep the child, abort it or adopt it out, and no matter what she does she will be irrevocably impacted for the rest of her life. As a man I can't comprehend what it would be like.

If abortion is illegal, then what happens with all the children? From where I sit it seems there are a lot of couples seeking adoption, but everything I've heard about that process indicates that it is inefficient, complicated, lengthy and cumbersome. Children born into poor families, children born to single teenage girls, what happens to them; won't they just become a drain on the social services, costing taxpayers more and more money? Will not an unplanned pregnancy ruin the potential lives of young women? The article seems to indicate that there are agencies in place, people with money and homes willing to support all these situations. I have to wonder how many people know about them though.

For me, in the end, it boils down to the fact that I can't abide the ending of what would become a human life, at any stage. I'll concede that under special medical circumstances the procedure could be used, but only after all other options have been explored. This issue demands a lot of compassion and understanding. You're dealing with the lives of people and making decisions that will alter those lives forever no matter what you do.

If only we could sit and discuss these things in a civil manner, with respect and integrity I think we could find solutions. For my part, I think education is the key, informing women and men so that there is some understanding of what's happening, from birth control, conception, and pregnancy. As much as I would like to think that everyone is well informed, that doesn't seem to be the case. Hell, I don't claim to be well informed.

Anyhoo, I felt the need to talk this out and since I have a blog I'm going to publish it. If you read the article, I'd love to hear your opinions and comments. This issue is something I have a hard time finding solid ground on, so I would be interested to hear what you have to say.

January 27, 2005

Might as well

I don't usually post about the silly stories I read about during the day, but his one is just too funny.

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"It was a pretty raunchy, explicit film, it certainly pulled no punches. My wife and I were very shocked but we watched it until the end because we couldn't believe what we were seeing.
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No since wasting porn.

Criminal

Hmm...I think my henious crime against humanity has gone unnoticed, either that or it takes a long time to process toll booth running. I haven't received anything in the mail and it's been a few weeks, so maybe I got lucky. I figure unless you're a repeat or rampant offender they won't do anything about it, but the way my luck usually runs I'll get fined the full amount.

What would Jesus drink?

My mom sent me this today:

DON'T BUY PEPSI IN THE NEW CAN!

Don't buy Pepsi in the new can. Pepsi has a new "patriotic" can
coming out with pictures of the Empire State Building, and the Pledge of
Allegiance on them. However, Pepsi left out two little words on the
pledge, "Under God." Pepsi said they didn't want to offend anyone. In
that case, we don't want to offend anyone at the Pepsi corporate office,
either.. So if we don't buy any Pepsi product, they will not be offended
when they don't receive our money that has the words "In God We Trust"
on it. HOW FAST CAN YOU FORWARD THIS ONE?

Yes indeed, how fast can you forward this one…

I don't drink Pepsi, or any soft drink, so this is a moot point for me (okay I drink Diet Coke with my Vodka). Nor do I even care if Pepsi does have a new patriotic can with the Pledge on it. (By the way they don't) But this made think about the whole pledge controversy again, so I thought I'd blog about it, as I don't like to rant about this type of thing to my mother. If you knew my mother you'd understand.

First off, a little background, I believe in separation of Church and State, I am a Christian and I believe in God, but the idea of the government being able to mandate what I believe or maybe even persecuting me for having unorthodox beliefs is very scary. Secondly, the Pledge was written in 1892 without the phrase "under God." Thirdly, the controversial phrase wasn't added until 1954, as I understand it, to separate us from Godless communism. What's funny about that is the damn thing was written by a socialist. Ironic, don't ya' think?

Intrinsically this is a tough stance for me to take, but I think "under God" should be removed from the pledge. Taken at face value it represents the Federal Government as advocating the Christian religion and that DNA don't splice under my concept of separation of Church and State. Now, perhaps we can look at the phrase in an abstract way, so that God becomes god and simply represents that the US, lets say, doesn't hold itself above all else. We as a nation humble ourselves before a bigger presence and that presence could be whatever tickles your fancy or melts your butter. My problem with this is that it so dilutes the idea that it becomes completely pointless, so why have it at all.

One last thought. Irregardless of what political or religious connotations people want to put on the pledge, shouldn't we respect the original writers work? The pledge has been altered several times, at least twice. Is it right to take someone's written word, someone's work and change it around like that? I know I wouldn't like it if someone did that to me. I think we should get the moxy to change it back to its original incarnation and be done with it.

A Short History of the Pledge

January 26, 2005

Happy Birthday Rocky

The Rocky Horror Picture Show turns 30 this year. I only missed one question on the DMN's trivia page, though there were only 5 questions. I missed the true/false question asking if RHPS has been the longest running theatrical production in history; which evidently is true.

My dear friend Trinity bought me the DVD version a year or so ago, at which point I watched it repeatedly. This may have contributed to the wife leaving (maybe that's another reason to love it…j/k). I had heard about this movie for years, with some people telling me not to waste my time and others who went into rigors, wailing and moaning the fact I hadn't seen it. Being unsure whether it was worth the trouble I had never really gone out of my way to watch it, until Dustin loaned it to me from his extensive movie collection and then I was hooked. I'm shamed to admit to the number of times I've drunkenly and not so drunkenly done the time warp in my living room.

I've never been to a live theatrical performance and curiously I've found that people say the same thing about the live play as they do about the movie. Personally, one of the things I love about the movie is the music, and from what I can tell the audience participation kills all ability to actually watch or hear the movie. So it seems that the movie is more event than actual film screening and I don't think that will float my boat, so to speak. I wouldn't mind giving it a go someday though.

An interesting aside, for Buffy fans, is that Anthony Stewart-Head (Giles) performed in a theatrical production of RHPS. That's why Joss and the other writers were keen to showcase his singing ability in several 4th season episodes and IMOP those were some great scenes…but I digress.

El Phantasmo And The Chicken Run Blast-o-Rama

Yeah! I Penetrate the demons
Their teardrops burn away my eyes
I love the paper-thin cry of the locust
Is there another way to die

Find me another hell
And the deathbird ride
Yeah - Yeah - Yeah the motherfucker

Yeah! I'm down-drifting slowly
Going close enough to the sky
New world gone slay the devil
Can you show me a better way to die

Find me another hell
And the deathbird ride
Yeah - Yeah - Yeah the motherfucker

New lovers bang the corpses
Eat the rain and don't ask why
I am a plague in an 18-wheeler
Get behind the wheel I'm gonna drive

White Zombie - Astro-Creep: 2000

Oh boy, I rediscovered the greatness that is White Zombie. Astro-Creep, specifically, will always have a special place in my heart, holding tenderly the memories of a summer long past where we listened to this crap to an extent that most would deem unhealthy. The remembrances of a young intern who came to us clean cut, and by the next summer would look like a wino and smoke two packs a day. It brings back images of me, Jake and John playing Duke Nukem 3D incessantly during working hours and then hysterically trying to look like we'd been working when someone walked into the lab. Oh yes, good times.

I deem this the greatest title to a song ever. I've always dug the song itself, but I had never seen then actual lyrics, since one tends to absorb Zombie more than actually discern the lyrical details. Now that I have seen them laid bare before me I'm not sure what to say, though it is what I expected. I'm certain it's a work that teeters on that hazy border of homicidal genius and drug induced, maniacal schizophrenia.

January 25, 2005

Recover and rehash

I guess that's enough bitching and moaning. I did have a nice weekend, a lot of good and enjoyable things occurred. Like many of my weekends it wasn't overly exciting, but I did have a nice relaxed few days. After finishing up Buffy season 4 on Thursday I finished up Angel season 1 on Friday night, both great series and each thrilled me in their own distinctive way. I eagerly anticipate the next season.

I also discovered on my Friday night weigh-in that I'm down to 215 lbs./24% BFC; which, is a marked improvement after a slight fall back during Christmas vacation. I had gained about 8 lbs. and I was hopeful that it would come off again, and I'm quite relieved that it did. I'm feeling really good about reaching my goals now. It seems all I have to do is keep doing what I'm doing, though I do worry about plateauing, but feel I know what to do if that occurs.

I watched one movie on Saturday, And Starring Pancho Villa as Himself, with Antonio Banderas. I don't know much about the life of Villa and I'm sure that this is a condensed, glazed over Hollywood portrayal of his life, but I thought it was an enjoyable film. The movie covers Villa's life during his revolution and up to his death, but primarily the movie centers around his involvement with using the early film industry to gather support for his war. Not a great cinematic effort, it lagged at times, but Banderas was a hoot to watch and gave a very solid portrayal of Pancho Villia, playing him equally well as both a compassionate leader, and a brutal bandit. The other lead and support roles were well done, but nothing overly impressive, with the possible exception of Alan Arkin playing Pancho's maniacal Jewish machine gunner mercenary. If nothing else, the movie makes me want to go buy a book on Villa and get his full story (interestingly, I found on IMDB that the film is pretty historically accurate and that a lot of painstaking research went into it…cool).

I finished reading two books this weekend, Ecological Imperialism: The Biological Expansion of Europe, 900-1900 by Alfred W. Crosby and Across the Nightingale Floor (Tales of the Otori, Book 1) by Lian Hearn. Ecological Imperialism was a hefty read, I think it took me at least four months to finish it, but it was a very eye opening read as to why Europeans were able to hopscotch around the world; which, no other culture on earth did to their extent. It gave me some new insight as to why our history has played out as it has. Nightingale Floor was, surprisingly, a very fun read and a nice reintroduction to reading for leisure again. It's set in a fictional feudal Japanese setting with all the expected trappings of that culture and environment and includes a nice amount of fantasy elements to make things interesting. I read through this pretty quickly, it was an easy read, but highly enjoyable and I'm looking forward to reading the other two books.

Foul

I'm in a fucking foul mood this morning. Everything seems wrong in my life and I don't feel that I'm in any position to do a goddamned thing about any of it. I feel like I'm trying and maybe I'm not or maybe I just don't know what I'm doing, both of which are likely. The bad thing is that I can see solutions to issues, but I don't have any way of executing them. I'm feeling really trapped and pinned in, and I'm having trouble seeing how things are going to change in the foreseeable future.

I'm tired of being ignored and this situation seems to be happening a lot lately in several different areas of my existence. This is probably my own fault and I've definitely felt like I've had little of interest to talk about or more to the point I've felt totally incapable of expressing my thoughts in a coherent way. When I do attempt conversation it always comes out garbled and pointless, a sort of rambling morass that I only seem to sink myself deeper into while someone looks on with growing pity and/or escapism.

January 22, 2005

Cathartics

I can't comprehend all these things going through my mind
I'm just a peasant scratching my life from the earth
Leaning and yearning for your big shoulder to lean on
Big brother be there for me to fall on,
Though I do hate you so much

You ate me whole
You've taken my soul
I wail and I cry
Pain is everything I know
I'm aching and I'm crying
Tears are on my face
How can this all be over?
Everything we made
Has crumbled away
And I'm left here
Holding the pieces
Is that what I'm holding?
Was it ever that much
To hold in my own hands
I lied for every part of you
I cried for all your pain
I suffered under you
Stifling myself for you
I became nothing for you
A shadow in the desert
I died for you
And here I am now
Picking up the pieces
Of myself, but not for you
Not anymore
I am my own now
And you can fuck off
But you won't go away
You'll linger in me
Testing and teasing me
Forever doubting me
I'm nothing now
But what I make
Of my fucking self
I'd condemn you to hell
If it was in my power
But I'm small right here
God damn it
I'm still here

Crush

I'm dying for you
Wishing for you
Everything I say,
Yearns to be for you
I ache and writhe for you
Wanting you so badly
My mind swells
And explodes for you
Seeking you
In every whisper
Of every word I hear
I only want you
No matter myself
I'm dreaming of you
Dying for you
You're crushing me
Devastating me
Leaving me laid waste
As I wait for you
Can you hear me
Can you feel me
Can you touch me
I'm here for you
Crushing myself
Under the weight
Of all of you
Dying for you

I'm not myself
You've made me
And you hold me
In your grasp
So very tight
I'm yours
So very yours
I don't want it
I just need it
To breathe
To feel
To know
That I am alive

January 21, 2005

Careful what you throw away

I found this site, I'm not quite sure how, but I've been going over it for about an hour now. It's a gallery done by an Argentinean artist who has collected old photos from the garbage for the past 15 years.

I think it's interesting anyway. Tiny portraits of time frozen, moments, people, and places that someone thought were important at some point. It fascinates me to sit and wonder who they were and what happened to them. Why did they throw out their pictures? What happens when pictures are cast out, does it mean anything when no one is left to remember who those people are?

If you want to check it out click here.

Achievement and Realization

I have reached a milestone in my life and I expect you all to be very happy for me. I finished the fourth season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It's not easy describing the deep, stirring emotions that are coursing through my body right now as I contemplate the weight of this achievement.

As I think about it, this could be caused by my newly discovered staph infection. The doctor's office called me yesterday afternoon and told me that the culture they had taken came back positive for a staph infection. Okay, what the fuck is a staph infection I ask myself, because obviously, the notion of asking the nurse who is telling the news was beyond my cognitive reasoning skills. So I do what any well meaning infected person does in a moment of medical uncertainty, I go to Google.

What I learned was disturbing. My naïve thinking was that a staph infection would be related to the upper respiratory issues that I thought I had while I was sick. Evidently though, you get staph infections from being a disgusting human being, or at least that's what it looked like to me. I'm now embarrassed to tell people I have a staph infection, because I don't want anyone to think I live in a burrow of my own filth. Sure, it gets a little messy around the apartment from time to time, but nothing overtly nasty, I even clean the toilet…with cleaners and brushes.

Co-worker Jon assured me that there are many, many ways to get a staph infection, but did reassure me that I am a filthy animal…it's a guy kind of thing to do. Since I have no festering, ghastly wounds about my person I can safely mark that one off the list, but who knows what else could have caused it. My brief evaluations of the potential scenarios brought me to the probable conclusion that I received this little bacterial visitor while on vacation. So somewhere in the god forsaken wilds of Arizona or New Mexico I picked it up, wherein it incubated amongst my innards and made me sick by the time I got back home…I'm just guessing though.

I feel fine. I've been working out, living la vida not so loca and what have you, but the cute Indian doctor wants me to take antibiotic horse pills for ten days. I will do what the cute Indian doctor tells me to do. I'm so submissive. Okay, I've gone on about this way too long.

January 20, 2005

Appealing

Without anything else to really post about, I give you a couple of the more humorous searches that have led people to my blog:

MSN Search: vampires pics
MSN Search: women with muscles pics
MSN Search: tight black pics of ass
MSN Search: tight ass

One More:

MSN Search: Barns jewish

January 19, 2005

eldritch moments

The wife text messaged me yesterday afternoon. She seemed overly chatty and interested in how I was doing, how the cats were doing, how my weekend had been and suddenly I start to gather that she's working up to something. We talk once or twice a week, but typically it's a casual back and forth banter or we're dealing with some details of our impending divorce. This was different, she was buttering me up for something and of course I could see her coming from a mile away like a rabidly charging rhinoceros (this is no quip about her body size or character…I just wanted to use rabidly charging rhinoceros in a sentence).

After the preliminary artillery bombardment to soften me up she starts tentatively with a light skirmish. "I feel weird asking this." Oh I'm sure you do. "Are you seeing anyone?" Hmm…no, why? I can now hear the earth tremble from the cavalry charge that has crested the ridge. "Do you mind if I go on dates?" There it is.
She's now committed all her forces, no going back and I feel certain she left no reserves.

The apprehension I felt as she worked up to the point was some parts knowing what she was working up to, but most parts wondering if she knew what I'd been up to and not remembering if I had been up to anything. I haven't been up to anything, but that doesn't mean she might think I've been up to something and that's a battle I'm going to loose. Suddenly, what was amicable becomes overly hostile.

My relief that this wasn't about something I might or might not have done alleviated, for the most part, the swarming rabid butterflies in my stomach. A strange calm swept around me. "No", I said, "I don't mind, I'm glad you're dating."

"Really" she asked? No you stupid bitch, I'm quite calmly put off that you've decided to move on so rapidly. Evidently the love of your life wasn't so hard to replace after all and you don't even have the goddamned decency to wait for the divorce to be final.

"Really, really" I replied. It went on a bit more after that, but you get the point.

I'm not actually sure how I feel about this, it just happened and in the wake of it I feel I should be upset. Outwardly upset, maybe I should cry or throw things, but I feel eerily calm about it. I think I reflexively stashed it down in my vault of repressed emotions…

…I should really check the timer on when that baby's set to blow.

January 18, 2005

Rundown

Nice extended weekend. I seem to be in this routine of doing very little all day, almost no interaction with anyone and then spending some quality time with some nifty people by the time night has come full bore. And that's okay, it's just hard sometimes to make my way through the day without feeling lonely. Fortunately I'm quite fine with being alone, so we're not talking any major depression or anything.

As Saturday night gave way to Sunday morning I found myself tear assing through Dallas to go hang out with Dustin. I left at 1:00 and managed to get to the bar by 1:20ish. One glass of Makers there and we left the premises around 2:15 or so, whereupon we made our way to Dustin's house. A harrowing twenty-minute adventure down the George Bush toll way involving me getting ripped off at one toll booth and then consequently running the next. So now I live with mild anxiety of a ticket. We'll see.

It was a good night, we spent some quality time bemoaning the evils of women and our relationships with them, and we drank more Makers. We watched Freeway and I enjoyed it up until the point where whiskey and fatigue made it impossible to cognitively follow the story any more. As dawn approached I can only vaguely recall sitting on the kitchen counter passionately going over the pain of broken relationship…in an English accent.
Good times.

January 17, 2005

Quickly

Every night I linger,
Waiting for you
Hoping for your appearance
And when you aren't there
I shrivel and become less
I don't believe in love
Not anymore I don't
So I've replaced it with you
The things you say,
The things you do to me
Leave me quivering,
Quaking and desiring more
To have you close
Holding you
Hearing you
Smelling you
Tasting you
Taking everything
That you are giving
And building something
That I don't understand
But knowing for sure
I can't live without it.

January 15, 2005

Agony

Am i gonna be all right?
No i'm not gonna be all right
Nothing is all right now
Am i gonna see the sun come up?
Or am i going down?
'cause every day i'm here
All i feel is sheer
Agony

Friends tellin' me that maybe i need
Some psychiatric help
Yeah they're always so quick to tell you
Just how to get on with it
But i look into the mirror
And all i see is age, fear
And agony

If i could just remember what it was like
When i was younger
Before all the joy and happiness
Was replaced with hunger
Now all i've got to show for the seeds that didn't grow
Is agony

- Eels: Shootenanny
Yoinked from lyricsondemand.com

Addendum:

I feel I should explain my posting of lyrics the other day.

I'm serenely addicted to O' Brother Where Art Thou?, and I've watched it far too many times in the short period since I stole it from my dad. I'm a huge Coen Bros. fan, I love old timey music and Southern dialogue, so this movie hits on many cylinders for me. It's my stand-by for something to watch while Netflix is delivering new movies.

The film's score is a big reason for my addiction and this song has always peaked my imagination. I believe, to the best of my recollection, that it refers to an actual hobo legend, the much sought after hobo Garden of Eden. And it's that connection with historical myth, I believe, that gives it a certain something for me.

When I was in High School and had time to spare, one of my favorite things to do was to go to the library and pull a book off the shelves entitled: "The Encyclopedia of Things that Never Were". I spent a lot of time flipping through its pages, reading the entries about Elves, Vampires and all manner of odd things and I recall a passage about the Big Rock Candy Mountain. A place that specifically countered all the ill's that depression era hobos encountered in their life. Upon my first viewing of O' Brother I instantly recognized the reference in the song and, well, I adored it. It strikes a chord with me that I'm just not sure I can explain, and well, maybe I've gone on about it too long now. Anyhoo…that's it.

Dialogue to Slay for

Spike: "You know why I really hate you, Summers?"
Faith-in-Buffy: "'Cause I'm a stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun?"
Spike: "Well, yeah, that covers a lot of it."
Faith-in-Buffy: "'Cause I can do anything I want, and instead I choose to pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness? I mean, I could be rich. I could be famous. I could have anything. Anyone. Even you, Spike. I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you would beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don't?

(pauses)

Because it's wrong."

- Who Are You - Season 4 - Episode 4ABB16
Quote yoinked from: BuffyGuide.com

Big Rock Candy Mountain

One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm heading for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountain
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
It's a land that's fair and bright,
The handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
The boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall
And the winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
You never change your socks
And little streams of alkyhol
Come trickling down the rocks
O the shacks all have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And gingerale too
And you can paddle
All around it in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall
And the winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
The jails are made of tin.
You can slip right out again,
As soon as they put you in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I'm bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

January 14, 2005

Awesome

O-Ren Ishii (Cottonmouth)





You're O-Ren Ishii! Twisted and homicidal, you respect most people, but let them know not to mess with you. You have a talent for sensing danger, and keep only the most loyal and skilled people around you.

Kill Bill: Which Deadly Viper Assassin Are You? (Vol. II spoilers... results with pics)

Woah, I scored 25% Bill and 25% Elle Driver.

I'm satisfied with O-Ren Ishii though.

January 13, 2005

Shame!

So there's a lot of hub-bub about Prince Harry wearing a Nazi uniform to a costume party. All I can say is shame on him, no wait; I can say a lot fucking more. I read an article at the Dallas Morning News site and I was struck that the only people stirring are the Jewish groups, who do have their reason to be most obviously outraged, but why not anyone else? Has the world forgotten what happened only sixty or so years ago? The act of glorifying the Third Reich by anyone is incorrigible, but the fact it was done by English Royalty is particularly foul and disgusting.

Did Prince Harry skip his history lessons or did he forget that 264,000 of his subject's forefathers died fighting the Nazi's, not to mention the 92,700 British civilians who were killed during the war. I can't even begin to imagine the rationale of an English Price deciding it would be fun to wear a Nazi uniform to a party, was it the irony? Could the boy not contemplate the poor taste, was the ordeal that his countryman and the rest of world put through something of a joke to him?

For almost a decade the world struggled against the forces of Nazism and as a result some 57 million people were killed and an untold of number suffered and sacrificed to end the tyranny. The whole fucking planet was affected, what are surely the most tremendous acts of human atrocity in history were committed by all sides, and our civilization was brought to the brink of disaster in a way that it probably never had been before. Perhaps the sweet prince will consider more carefully the portents of history before he makes another "mistake".

Stupid fucker.

Eternal Punishment

I for one don't believe in Hell, at least not in the sense that you go there forever. I really can't see how anyone could possibly do something so bad, or series of bad things in one lifetime to warrant eternal punishment. I say this, because forever is a long time. I know this because I've made vows twice to stay married...forever.

I have decided, though, that there are some offenses that do deserve eternal punishment and if I ever get elected supreme celestial being then these people better look out.

The first are people who knowingly speed through school zones. I say knowingly, because we've all done it accidentally before, but in my book this warrants an unintentional face mask 5 yard penalty instead of the more harsh intentional variety that leads to a 15 yard walk off. So you accidentals aren't off the hook, you'll pay too, just not eternally. Since these rules won't be in effect until I take office, I successfully avoid my own prosecution.

The second group is people who for some reason don't or can't use the turn signal. I suspect that this group is largely made up of the first group, but my research is still awaiting peer-review. I feel strongly there are no accidentals in this group. You make that conscious decision to be a prick, either because your life is vastly more important than the other drivers on the road and you can't be inconvenienced by trivialities, or perhaps you're just too cool to blink. Again, the same rules apply to me, so I'm off the hook. That is unless these guidelines are already in effect under the current administration, then I'm fucked like the rest of you.

Oh, wait, I thought of another group. The masochistic sons a bitches that decided there needed to be an effect and an affect in our vocabulary.

January 12, 2005

Oh thank the maker...

Finally, I'm feeling good again...normal...ambulatory, as Dr. Solomon said.

I've made it back to work and it feels great to back out amongst the living again. That should say something about my level of cabin fever, that work should seem like a wonderful and joyous place. The few times I had ventured out I had felt like this grungy, sick mess that didn't belong. Like I was an incorporeal being shambling amongst the reviled, warm blooded breathers.

Being cooped up since last Monday was starting to effect me, not able to work out or be around people was frustrating. Another side effect of my prolonged illness was having way too much time to sit around and think about things, too much time to dig around and find old things I'd written about, and in the end I've been left a little emotionally raw. This may be a good thing, I think there are feelings I haven't gotten out about my wife and I breaking up and per chance this will force me to expunge them. I've mostly felt amicable to the whole thing, and I still feel it's the right thing to do, but deep down I sense there are things brewing that will need to come out eventually.

January 11, 2005

Somebody Loves You

Woke up with a bang
And a bug on your face
It crawled in your mouth
And gave you a taste of
The good life you left behind
But i think you're gonna be fine

Somebody loves you
And you're gonna make it through

This nagging malaise
Is more than a phase
It feels like a job
But no boss ever pays you to lay there
And think how you'll die
While the tears start to well in your eyes

Somebody loves you
And you're gonna make it through

One more saturday
All alone through the night
You've got to be sure
When you turn out that light
That it's going to turn on again
You've got to be your good friend

Somebody loves you
And you're gonna make it through

- Eels, from Shootenanny!

January 10, 2005

Foggy

I hope it's because I'm sick, but I just can't write for shit. Everything is coming out jumbled and I can't find a way to express what I'm thinking. Sure, I've been sick for a week now, but sheesh.

I did go to the doctor today. I got a prescription for antibiotics and told to rest. I'm going to spend, hopefully, one more day home tomorrow and then get back to work. I know I didn't have enough sick time left to cover all this, so I'm not sure how that's going to work out. It's a source of some anxiety. That and it's time to pay bills again, so I have that looming over my head. Maybe I should go take care of some stuff, maybe then I'll feel a little more clearheaded.

I watched two movies today, Saved and Sanjuro.

Saved was enjoyable and entertaining, but I felt it could have been a lot more then it ended up being. I put this in the same category as Real Women Have Curves, a lot potential, but in the end it was pretty cut and dry…but I still liked it.

Sanjuro is another Kurosawa film and I loved it. This one had a bit more of a comedic edge to it and the label said it was a dark comedy, but I didn't really get the dark part. I suppose all the killing lends it a dark edge, but then again it is a samurai movie. I don't know why but I love these old black and white, subtitled Japanese movies.

January 07, 2005

Another Sick Day

Ugh, I'm still sick. I have a head cold, I think. I'm all stuffy and my sinuses are behaving badly…I've had a little low-grade fever, but I haven't been coughing much, nor have I been nauseous. This is really weird, because I so rarely get sick and while it was fun for awhile to have an excuse to lay on the couch, watch movies and play video games all day, I'm starting to get tired of it. Typically I'm over any type of illness within a day, but I just can't seem to shake this stuff. I think I should have staid home yesterday, instead I ended up staying home today. Bleh

I think I blogged about playing Pac Man on my Xbox not too long ago, well I've taken it a step further. With Christmas money from the parents I went out and bought Midway Treasures Vol. 1 and I've been happily tripping down memory lane playing all the games that I wasted an untold of fortune on as a child. This experience has made me realize how terrible some these games really were, they're so damned hard and there is absolutely no way you could advance through some of them without pumping a bunch of quarters. This never dawned on me as a kid, but then I was usually spending my parent's money.

These old games, while fun to play, are a bit like poker in as much that they're not really as fun when you don't have money riding on it. The ability to just hit the start button again and pickup where you left off kind of diminishes the feeling of achievement, but then it's a lot cheaper too.

Wishing everyone a non-sick weekend

January 06, 2005

Don't Eat the Sewer Rats

So this guy is suing NBC over an episode of Fear Factor that had contestants eat dead rats. Now there are a lot of comments one could make about this story, indeed it would seem a veritable cornucopia for which one could voice opinions. Almost too many.

The most obvious thing, to me at least, was why didn't the guy just turn off the TV? I don't watch these shows personally, but don't they do previews of what's coming up next?

Upon seeing the preview of people eating deceased vermin, I like to imagine my thought process would have been, "Hmmm…eating dead rats, that's really nasty…I don't wanna watch." Then I would have turned off the television or at least changed the channel. That's just me though and I realize I'm not sharpest crayon in the drawer. So then I started pondering all the other absurdities presented in this scenario, at least until I thought of something else.

"Wait a minute," I mused, "I hate reality TV, and I loathe its very existence." My neurons rattled and clanked for awhile, the hamster turned furiously in its wheel, the noise was neigh on excruciating. Then it came to me, "This man is a genius, he didn't change the channel because he wanted to purposefully make himself sick and then injure himself in the process of running away!" That had to be it. He sacrificed himself for the betterment of us all!

So I say, "Good for you mister! Stick it to ‘em." If you're going to be a dumbass, at least be a dumbass that sues reality TV shows…oh and demands pay only interviews…nice touch.

Useless Information: The title comes from a poem I wrote in High School.

Languid

I'm still not feeling good, though I'm not feeling as bad as I was or at lest I think I'm feeling better. I came to work never the less and I've had mixed feelings as to the wisdom of that decision, but then I don't think I have enough sick time to take any more days off. Not to mention I feel guilty for missing work for a multitude of reasons.

Yesterday was spent sleeping for the most part. I replayed Return of the King with the first audio commentary turned on and I slept through all but just the first parts. I tried turning it off for awhile, but then I couldn't sleep, even though the voices would wake me up eventually…kind of weird. Sometime in the afternoon I decided to watch my Netflix that finally came in. I must have broken out of my Buffy and Angel groove, because I wasn't near as excited to watch the two discs that Netflix had brought me. I watched them anyway, enjoyed them, but some of the past joy just wasn't there. Being sick, however, has made me generally disinterested in almost everything, so I'm sure I'll go back to being a vapid fan boy again, once I'm healed up.

Everything is annoying me today and I don't want to work. Fortunately I've made it through most of the morning with relatively easy work orders and taking care of stuff that allows me to sit at my desk. I feel bad since my coworkers are out slugging away at updating the Oracle clients, but they should have been done and it's their own fault they didn't do it right the first time, so my guilt is half-assed.

I need to get back to the gym, I feel awful and not just because of being sick, but I'm thinking I'd better take it easy until I feel closer to 100%...I just don't know…ick.

January 04, 2005

Sick

Ugh, I'm sick today. It almost feels like the flu, but I don't think it is or at leas I hope that it isn't. I'm not used to getting sick, it doesn't happen very often, so I'm feeling really pathetic and it's a good thing no one is here or I would be whining at them. I've been mending myself by drinking orange juice, chicken noodle soup and crackers. I have some Nyquil for later, so I figure I'll be ready for work in the morning and if not, I won't mind staying home one more day.

I've spent all day, so far, watching the bonus material for the Star Wars DVD. I think I was a little disappointed with the amount of extras on the disc, especially seeing as it's on whole DVD by itself. The documentary covering the trilogy was entertaining and contained quite a bit of information that I had never known, so I thought it was well worth the time. There were a few more featurettes included that were fairly interesting…overall I was pleased.

Now I'm watching the LotR: Fellowship on DVD, I'm thinking later when I take my wife's cat back to her I'll stop and buy Return of the King.

January 03, 2005

One Sock to Bind Them

Her: so you have till wednesday off huh? wanna do me a favor?
Her: my apartment is a mess and i need laundry done
Me: pfft
Me: so is mine
Me:
Her: yeah, but.... that's you...
Me: ...but I'm a bad cleaner...you'd just have to do it again anyway
Her: lol.. you've got a point.
Her: you won't alphabetize the socks right
Me: I might, but it won't be any alphabet you recognize
Her: hehe... some Tolkien language
Her: then make it spell 'stupid bitch'
Her:
Me: yes your sock drawer will be alphabetized in the dark language of Mordor
Me: LOL
Her: LOL

January 02, 2005

Galumph

One of the things that I'd hoped to accomplish with our journey to the great South West was to get to connect with my 15 year old cousin who went with my parents and me. What I discovered is that it's very difficult to connect with teenage girls, not that this is any kind of fucking surprise.

She's as close to a sister, or any sibling, that I've ever had. I was 14 when she was born and I watched her grow up. I've always felt bad about living in Dallas and not getting to see her as much as she's gotten older, but I've made an effort to be there to see her when I could. I saw her graduate 8th grade (yes, our school has an 8th graduation), went home for Homecoming to see her march in the band and made the trip back home to see her march in the District band competition.

I've never been good at talking to kids, and I've never felt that more when I'm around her. I feel like I should be there to help her or answer questions or give "big brother" advice, but honestly I think she's ahead of me on most of that…I was such a lame ass in High School anyway. Fortunately she's a good kid and she has my whole family looking after her, including my mother who works in the school system…though I do sympathize with her on having the –whole- family looking after her…I went through the same thing, but it does keep one out of trouble…goddamn it.

We did get one opportunity to walk around alone and chit-chat on a somewhat equal level and I enjoyed it a whole lot. It's funny how much I see of myself in her when I was that age, there are a lot of similarities and I'm glad. I was so conservative in High School and while I regret it to a certain degree, I'm happy that I didn't fuck my life up back then, because I would have been the one that did…I would have been the one they make after school specials about…such is my luck. I am happy to say that she's not as much of a lame-ass as I was, she's popular and outgoing where I absolutely was not. I'm also relieved that she hasn't succumbed to the "thin at any cost" mentality that seems to pervade the culture of teenage girls.

She plans on going to college here in Dallas, so I look forward to being able to hang out with her more when she's older. Of course, what 18 year old college girl wants to hang out with their lame-ass, twice divorced, 33 year old cousin…lol. But thinking positively, maybe I can influence her young, nubile sorority sisters.

Reverberation

Well that's all over with and I'm back home safe and sound. I'm not really feeling like writing or being over creative. I'm not feeling really enthusiastic about jumping back into my eating and exercise routine, I think I just need some time to unwind and be alone for a little while after all that time spent in a car with three of my relatives. Thankfully I don't have to go back to work until Wednesday, so I have some time to relax.

Once I got home last night I just had this overwhelming feeling of being alone, the cats were still over at the soon-to-be ex-wife's apartment and all of my friends were out of pocket. Odd as it may seem I felt alone, but didn't really want to be around anyone. As I think on it now it may just have been that I didn't know what to do with myself once I was alone and free of my family. I found myself actually thinking I should have staid the night and left this morning…I was feeling lonely.

I'm glad I'm back though, I have a lot I want to write about, but I'm not feeling very inspired to sit and actually punch it out. I snagged an old guitar tutorial CD that my dad had bought a few years ago and never used, so I've been plucking away on that and it's helped sooth my mood. So, here we go into the new year…yippee!

January 01, 2005

Back from Outer Space

I'm back, though outer space was really the great South Western United States. The two do have a lot in common, lots and lots of empty space being one of them. It's now past 2:00 A.M., I've been at the folks' house for about an hour now and I'm winding down from my marathon drive from Abilene to Waco. Four hours of driving in the dark, my sleep infested eyes pried awake from four cups of coffee at the Abilene IHOP trying to keep a look out for New Years Eve drunks and deer bolting across the highway. It was fun, but here's hoping ya'll had a more festive evening than mine.

I should be home tomorrow at some point…I may begin to log some of my travel adventures to the Grand Canyon…but we'll see. I'm going to bed now.

Happy '05 filthy readers