Archive for April, 2006
gloaming
Time to post a few pics from my recent trip to Europe.
I got a chance to see this band I discovered on the internet a few years ago called Beatallica. They play mutated Beatles songs Metallica style. You can download their music from the web for free.
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here is another, this one is a lil bit brighter.
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BTW, the Dutch love their heavy metal, they go nuts, even for a band like this one that I consider to be the Weird Al Yankovic of hard rock.
and finally, here is the view from my hotel room in Amsterdam. That facility down there is the Amsterdam rowing team headquarters.
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provenance
After a cab ride ride, a train, a flight across 3 countries, a layover, a 12 hour flight and a 2 hour drive………….I am back at home.
Its really good to be back at home in the US where the flava aint nothing but the real deal. Like this guy.
bellwether
I didnt get out of work until 1:30 am on Monday and didnt leave the work site until 8pm last night but I am done, finished, completely done.
and I slept until 4pm today. I was tired. The flip side of all this is 3 fold. I get some relaxation time, I get to go see the AFF again and I got this email from the money man.
Chris,
When you get back let’s get together so that I can book a weekend away for you and Heather.
See you soon.
Sweet huh? Tonight I am going to relax though. Tomorrow will be tough between going to the AFF during the day and seeing BEATALLICA that night.
uxorious
I can’t even see the stars or the moon and yet the ocean somehow sheens like a flashlight shone over spilled motor oil.
It rolls and crashes, hard and furious and yet the world is so dark that not even white spray can be seen, no foam.
I’m so scared, I’m terrified, what will come, what will happen, what will come out of the dark that we cannot foresee?
The waves just keep coming, they won’t stop. I can hear them pounding and beating against the walls of our home like a boxer trying to punch his opponent into unconsciousness
The water is cold and bitter, it’s a certain death.
But we are warm and dry.
Our ship doesn’t roll or rock in the waves.
We are safe from harm.
Regardless of my fears, I know the future is safe.
Our love is a bottle; you and I are the ship.
for Heather
sporadic
LOST just keeps getting better. Jack just got his ass kicked, I think Locke and Boone just found this “hatch†I keep hearing about, Claire is still missing and I just witnessed Kate in wet panty/tank top combo.
Life must be damn good for that savage little hobbit, Dominic Monahagan.
Not that life isn’t good for me though 
………….. I just can’t get her into a wet panty/tank top combo.
Bank robber bitches!! Frenchie talking floozies!! Bizarre incest nuances!!
Flight 815 and safety deposit box 815? I am starting to see the “coincidences†that the message boards buzz about.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Shannon is dead? Shannon is not dead? Wtf asshole writers?!?!?
That is all. I love lamp?
equipoise
The Amsterdam Fantastic Film Festival is happening this week. I went to it a few years ago and its just dumb luck that I am here again at the same time of year. If I kick ass for the next few hours and nail out this piece of work, I will be able to see a great deal of it again this week.
Sweet Ass Sweet!
Now only if the douchebag I am working with can get his shit together so I can get the fuck out of here.
rebarbative
I am working in Amsterdam again. The weather here is as it normally is in April, kind of crappy, very grey, sprinkles now and again and it’s a kind of chilly. I don’t mind the weather, I pretty much expected it. The work schedule has been grueling though. As normal the dell or cisco PM has hung me out to dry. I did the same amount of work, 5 days worth in 2 days time but it kind of killed me. I traveled from San Deezy to Amsterdam on Thursday, 20 hours worth, and arrived Friday, worked from 7 am to midnight on Saturday and did the same Sunday. Now I am done with my end and waiting on my colleague to finish up. I don’t fly home till Friday and I should be (should be) all wrapped up today and have some time to myself in Amsterdam.
Not that I would be going out much. I am addicted (as I should be and as I was told I would be) to the TV show LOST. I am about 10 episodes into the first season. I got the dvds from Bob (thx knee grow) and I think that if I get some time to myself finally I will be sleeping and watching LOST dvds. Kate, Shannon and Claire are my favorites. Go figure, that’s the hawt chicks in the show. Claire is my fave but Bawb says I will be getting tired of her soon enough. Of the guys in the show, I like Locke and Sayid. Damn good writing, kudos to JJ Adams. It’s fairly obvious to draw an association between this and the X-Files due to all the mystery and conspiracy surrounding the writing. Its about the only thing I have been watching. I love the character exploration and every time I see a new episode I learn more and get even more addicted. It’s a pretty sweet show and it is the only TV show I like to watch since the X-Files (and BSG of course).
So check it out. It’s the dog’s bollocks.
Does anyone know why Charlie wears bandages on his fingers and the significance of the letters L A T E?
stripling
I got a few very cool friends.
I have to say, he took it very well. This Friday I will be seeing Lindsey for the first time since the wedding. I wonder how much shit she will give me. I guess that they can look forward to pulling some shenanigans like that at my future wedding.
cum
this is the coolest shit ever
Old Godzilla was hopping around
Tokyo City like a big playground
when suddenly Batman burst from the shade
and hit Godzilla with a Batgrenade
Godzilla got pissed and began to attack
but didn’t expect to be blocked by Shaq
who proceeded to open up a can of Shaq Fu
when Aaron Carter came out of the blue
and he started beating up Shaquille O’Neal
then they both got flattened by the Batmobile
but before it could make it back to the Batcave
Abraham Lincoln popped out of his grave
and took an AK47 out from under his hat
and blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat
but he ran out of bullets and he ran away
because Optimus Prime came to save the day
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
Godzilla took a bite out of Optimus Prime
like Scruff McGruff took a bite out of crime
and then Shaq came back covered in a tire track
but Jackie Chan jumped out and landed on his back
and Batman was injured, and trying to get steady
when Abraham Lincoln came back with a machete
but suddenly something caught his leg and he tripped
Indiana Jones took him out with his whip
then he saw Godzilla sneaking up from behind
and he reached for his gun which he just couldn’t find
’cause Batman stole it and he shot and he missed
and Jackie Chan deflected it with his fist
then he jumped in the air and did a summersault
while Abraham Lincoln tried to pole vault
onto Optimus Prime, but they collided in the air
then they both got hit by a Care Bear Stare, oooh
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
angels sang out in immaculate chorus
down from the heavens descended Chuck Norris
who deliver a kick which could shatter bones
into the crotch of Indiana Jones
who fell over on the ground, writhing in pain
as Batman changed back into Bruce Wayne
but Chuck saw through his clever disguise
and he crushed Batman’s head in between his thighs
then Gandalf the Grey and Gandalf the White and
“Monty Python and the Holy Grail”’s Black Knight and
Benito Mussolini and The Blue Meanie and
Cowboy Curtis and Jambi the Genie
Robocop, the Terminator, Captain Kirk, and Darth Vader
Lo Pan, Superman, every single Power Ranger
Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan,
Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock, and Hulk Hogan
all came out of no where lightning fast
and they kicked Chuck Norris in his cowboy ass
it was the bloodiest battle the world ever saw
with civilians looking on total awe
and the fight raged on for a century
many lives were claimed, but eventually
the champion stood, the rest saw their better:
Mr. Rogers in a bloodstained sweater
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
of Ultimate Destiny
defenestrate
So I have been thinking about a lot of things lately. Here are some thoughts and excerpts
Jill Carroll, the free lance reporter for the Christian Science Monitor who was recently released from captivity has been on my mind. This chick really intrigues me for some reason….and no…not because she has a cute smile. What interests me is what is she doing there? Did she make Iraq her home? She dresses the part for sure (granted, I can only say that based on what I have on TV) and that’s cool if that’s what you are into. I know that about a metric fuck-ton worth of idiot right wingers have been attacking her which is a stupid as one can get but we are talking about the conservative nut bags so no surprise there. One idiot has even suggested she be arrested for treason….this guy/gal should be arrested for being retarded without a medical reason. Anyway, I thought it was interesting that the media was making a big deal about “no ransom being delivered” and “why? oh why was she released”? Its pretty simple but here are a few reasons why she was released.
1. She’s cute and smart and her kidnapper(s) fell in love with her. (Close but no cigar)
2. The kidnapper(s) didn’t have the sack to do whatever he had threatened to do to her anyway and was bluffing from the start. (Nope, I doubt it)
3. One of the kidnappers (more than one person involved here) simply could not bring himself to see the deed done and snuck her out of the “safe house” and got her out. Call it what you want….love, sympathy; regret for his actions….whatever….this is my personal choice.
4. She is a rebel sympathizer and this was all some sort of elaborate act to garner support or sympathy for the rebels or a withdrawal of forces (or some other shite). This is the least likely explanation IMO but hey…I try to keep an open mind.
“I abhor all who kidnap and murder civilians and my captors are clearly guilty of both crimes,” said Ms Carroll. Remember this woman was a prisoner for 3 months and lost a personal friend and colleague who was shot to death by her captors.
Ok, onto subject number 2…………I’m getting old and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’m 34 years old now. I have a decent job and I make decent money. I have a 13 year old daughter. I have a mortgage. I am a college graduate. I am in a long term relationship. All of these things add up to ME being an adult. I am no longer a child, a teen and most certainly not a “young adult” any more. I am in this limbo arena, stuck somewhere between middle aged and 20-something. I am a 30 something. I find this weird because I don’t feel this old and I certainly do not feel as if I am old enough to feel comfortable being middle aged or even “mature”. What’s startlingly real is that 20 something’s do not see me as one of them regardless of who I am still relating too. This is a real wake up call for me because I am suddenly not taken as seriously as I intend to when I interact with strangers in the 20 something bracket. I am not ready to leave that bracket yet but I cant stop the flow of time anymore. I abhor the idea of having to embrace the 30 something lifestyle. What can I do?
1. Give up and embrace getting older as something that happens to everyone. Welcome it and warm to the change.
2. Refuse to give up…start shopping at Hot Topic…get a mohawk and dye my hair.
3. Find a compromise between getting older and fighting a constant battle to be hip, young, cool.
4. Give up on it all, go emo, join the army, have a war, clean out the gun rack and give all my guns to the queers.
Ahhh well………..no use fighting getting older. Its going to happen regardless. I suppose the only real option I have is how I deal with it.
Final subject for today’s class is ………………… blame. I’m tired of the blame game. I refuse to play it any longer. Either I am giving the blame, getting the blame, wondering if I am really the one to blame or trying to validate the blame I am throwing onto another person. From now on I am going with my gut. If I think you are to blame…then you really are the one to blame. I feel that I can be objective enough to figure out that sometimes, most times, a lot of the time, perhaps even 75% of the time…I am the one to blame. I know this, I am intimately aware of my deficiencies in the realm of personal relationships however when I know that I am right, that I have done all I could have done and yet the blame (for whatever) is still being pushed my way I am NOT going to become the introspective retard that I have been in the past. I will no longer wonder if I could have done more…I won’t be a door mat.
I feel a lot better having gotten that all out.