Words I Was Never Taught

I'm Back

2007-06-25T22:10:00.000-07:00

After ignoring my blog for several months I am back to continue, but not tonight since I need sleep. This is just a preface.

Neglect and Weirdness

2007-05-08T15:51:00.000-07:00

I have been neglecting my blogging duty lately, but for an excusable reason, at least to myself (I guess only to myself since I don't think anyone reads this) for I have had a strange event occur lately. On Thursday I awoke from a dream where the tail end involved a girl I knew in Montreal. I hadn't spoken to her in over a year (we parted on bad terms, partially my fault) and had no idea where she was. I dreamed she was living in Ontario and that she was sad and lonely (her dream version told me so; she was also wearing coveralls and working at a gas station), something that hit me so hard that I woke up at 5 in the morning and had to send her an email to see what was going on. It turns out she has been back in Ontario for 2 months and is sad and lonely, but even though she just recently bought a pair of jean coveralls, she does not work at a gas station. She is a really great girl and hopefully we can be friends again and if circumstance permits, more than friends... I don't want to obsess, but out of all the females I met while in Montreal, she is the most stimulating on many levels, a complete pleasure to be around. I guess time will tell and as long as I don't say or do anything stupid, I can convey the way I feel to her without sinking my own battleship.

Other than that I am feeling a bit down since I haven't been able to play and record as much music as I would like or get as much writing done. I still have some work to do around the house and hopefully will have all the major urgent stuff done by next week so I can get my routine back and start to do the constructive "me" stuff I have not been doing as of late. Anyhow, I must go buy some vodka to booze with Mike, Danielle, Christie and maybe some others (a joined birthday party for Mike and Danielle, even though her birthday is next week and Mike has his on the 19th).

May I

2007-05-02T19:11:00.000-07:00

It's really May 2nd, but who's keeping track anyway?

I'm done smoking and feel good about it, especially since the money I will save is going to get me to Dublin for Christmas... there's no way I'm staying here. I think I am going to go for at least 2 weeks, maybe find me a nice Irish lass. As I am still busy with renovations and general clean up around the household, I have not been able to indulge in my writing and music as much as I would like, but soon enough I will be able to get back into my routine. In two weeks time I should be in a position where I can allot a certain amount of time each day for what I want to do whether it be music, writing, electronics, woodworking, exercise and casually work on throughout the summer the not so important, but necessary, final renovations that must be done.

Tomorrow

2007-04-30T15:41:00.000-07:00

As of tomorrow I will be quitting smoking yet again... I think that this time around I will go for longer than three months seeing as my sole purpose for quitting is to save money. The main reason for me wanting to save money is to be able to get away from my horrible extended family next Christmas. I am planning on going to Ireland, Dublin to be exact. I seem to like going to places that have the same (or somewhat similar) climate to around here. This past Christmas was St. John's Newfoundland and I will now go further east this year. From what I have read Ireland has a moderately cold winter, no temperature extremes, but even if it does get a bit cold I'll be insulating myself with Guinness.

Pissed at Computers

2007-04-26T20:02:00.000-07:00

I'm somewhat pissed off at computers right now... I've been trying to figure out how to make a single pdf ebook from multiple jpeg files and just got much closer, but I still have to resize my images and find a better file compiler. I am frustrated and I am going to shut down.

Lack of sleep and a sleepy internet connection

2007-04-23T19:13:00.000-07:00

Last night I had the most god awful sleep I've experienced in a long while. I awoke at 2:30 am, which was just about 45 minutes from when I fell asleep. I was all congested, really warm and pissed off that it was not the morning. I ended up taking a shower in an effort to get my tired on, but it was futile. Tossed and turned all night long. Felt like crap in the morning up until I stepped outside into the nice weather; that seemed to remedy my ills.

My regular Internet connection has gone all wonky and I don't know if it is my service provider or my hardware. I really don't care as long as it's nice outside. I've quit cooking inside (on Saturday) and have opted for the more direct approach of the BBQ. The new Weber is working great and although I am more partial to charcoal, this natural gas beauty is serving me fine.

Over the past week or so I've been trying to finish up as many household projects as I can and hopefully in the next two weeks I'll have the major issues dealt with. After that I can get back to doing all of my personal ventures like writing, music and building stuff that I can't afford to buy like a bass amp or a Fairchild 670 (who am I kidding, I don't have the money for the parts to make my own yet).

One thing I must really get on top of is finding some good female companionship. This is the prime season for dating, well I guess it's really prime for screwing, but I need something with more depth and intellectual stimulation to help me whittle away the hours of these sunny days.

Hopefully something comes my way, because I only get out to the bar on the weekend and on the week days I've been quite busy, but I do work downtown, so there is a lot of females roaming around. I'm not keen on the whole internet dating, so I guess I'll have to rely on fate to send me down the right path or send one my way.

Excuse Post

2007-04-22T15:37:00.000-07:00

Haven't left a post in a couple of days... I've been busy enjoying the warm weather and doing stuff around the house... have a new BBQ as well... I'll get back into the swing of things tomorrow...

Remembrance of Springs Passed

2007-04-17T18:16:00.000-07:00

As the weather finally starts to warm I find myself reminded of the Spring of 2005. I was still living in Montreal and for the first day of Spring a group of cute girls and myself, plus my friend Tim, went out to see a movie. The movie was The House of the Unholy Beast (1974) and was playing at Cinema du Parc. It is a Japanese film that takes on (and brutally demolishes) that crazy Western concept of Religion, mainly Catholicism. Filled with nuns, lesbianism, torture, self-punishment, scandal, murder (a cool scene with our hero nun swinging off of a bell’s rope and knocking an evil nun out of a window) and even incest. I laughed my guts out, but not that much. I wonder how it went over in Japan back when it was first released. This was a great Pagan way to celebrate the coming of spring back then. I wish I could go back to those fun filled days, back to those friends, but mostly back to that Spring. That was a warm Spring, but I may just be choosing to remember it that way.

Going Vertical

2007-04-16T18:33:00.000-07:00

My Inversion Table is quite awesome. I just figured out how to set it up so that it locks in the 90 degree position allowing me to hang about like laundry on a clothes line. The thing I find the most surprising about the inversion table is that after just 3 days my back is feeling much better than before, not to say that it wasn't okay, it's just better now. I'm going to be looking into the gravity boot attachment and gravity boots so I can take a bit of strain off of my feet and ankles, not that I can't handle it, just thinking of the future that's all. Hopefully once I become more comfortable in an inverted state I'll be able to start writing my posts from another perspective.

Cold Weather, Colder People

2007-04-15T20:43:00.000-07:00

It feels like November all over again and I can see it on people's faces. Enough about that though; I'm choosing to ignore the weather.

I was at the home show today and saw a lot of neat products, some of which I've even constructed for clients myself. There were a lot of beautiful women there.

I'm still recovering from last night at The Poacher; a lot of fine ladies there too. Not much was done in terms of the project realm this weekend, or even the "shit I've gotta do" realm. I'll pick up again when the weather turns.

Jeff and the Migrant Mighty Tones

2007-04-14T19:11:00.000-07:00

So last night I was at a birthday party for the boyfriend of a good friend of mine. She is in the process of moving back around here and it was the first time I have seen her since June. She lives with her boyfriend on a vineyard that is owned by one of his best friends. This party was great... lots of wine, lots of beer, lots of booze, lots of laughter. A great time was had by all, even the Mexican migrant workers. It was nice to wake up in the semi-country for a change. Whenever I drink large amounts of wine I tend to have nasty hangovers... today's is not so bad, but it still makes me have trouble writing, the reason for such disjointed post that this is. The caretaker of the vineyard, Jeff, has a nice 1959 Chevy Biscayne... a sweet ride. I also bought a Inversion table from a family friend for $50... really cool, but I still have to adjust it so I can get a full 90 degrees upside down.

Damn Parking Bylaw Officers!

2007-04-12T19:14:00.000-07:00

One of 'em tried giving my friend a ticket for partially obstructing the sidewalk today. He was parked across the street from my house at another friend's house. The parking bylaw officer drove past as he had just stepped out of the car and not even two minutes had gone by when the bylaw bastard came back around and tried to ticket him. I yelled at him and told him to go and then got my friend outside to move his car. He got back into his city provided vehicle and left. Damn bastards, like vermin they are.

The Dangers Of NyQuil

2007-04-11T18:59:00.000-07:00

I hadn't had a good night of sleep since Saturday, so I decided last night to get some help from a little friend of mine called NyQuil. Upon awaking this morning I felt like crap, a feeling that lasted all day long up until about an hour or two ago. I believe the fault was mine for taking a bit too much. On a good note, despite the over all bodily weirdness and cold, rainy weather, my bass strings arrived today. After a bit of adjustment and fine tuning I managed to get them setup the way I wanted them and they sound super. Now all I must do is set the intonation. I counting on this shitty weather to dissipate by the weekend so I can start working on projects outside, but I'm not holding my breath. The first really warm, sunny day I'm going to get a whack load of booze and drink my face off.

Eye spy with my little eye something that is very, very big

2007-04-10T16:15:00.000-07:00

I was outside at work today having a smoke when something came down the walk that blew my mind. It was a lady, a lady with the biggest ass I have seen in my life. She wasn't fat, she just had a HUGE ass and thighs; some people sit in chairs, this lady needs a love seat at least. My mind started to wander and I soon found myself wondering if her vagina was proportional to the ass span. I thought that if it was it would be the size of a cow vagina, which then reminded me of a mad man who ruled the Ottoman Empire in the 1640s with disastrous results, Ibrahim I. Aside from being mad, ruling terribly and feeding coins to fish, Ibrahim liked his women big. Apparently he admired the junk of a cow and had a mold made that was sent around the empire in an effort to find a women whose own junk matched the aforementioned cow junk. One such lucky lady was found. Sechir Para ("Sugar Cube") was a bovine-like woman with the matching meat curtains to boot. He held her in such high esteem that as history tells us, upon her command Ibrahim I had his 280 girl harem taken for a long "bath" in the Bosporus. What a guy who likes cow vagina will do for a girl with a cow vagina.

Found my Peeps

2007-04-09T18:56:00.000-07:00

It took some time, but now I have them. They were in a 24 hour Shoppers Drug Mart. Three packages of 6 for $1.19; I bought two. I managed to eat three this year and now I just have to figure out what to with the other five packages. At least my yearly craving was satisfied.

On another note, it seems to be warming up. "They" say that it should be nice by the end of the week. Once it does become nice I will be starting a new diet: BBQ. I have a new natural gas Weber on the way and will hopefully have a 21" charcoal Weber as well. I can only hope (and save my pennies).

Why Is Winter Still Here?

2007-04-08T16:22:00.000-07:00

I thought it left the other week. Now the bastard's back and my knuckles are cracking since I'm still working outdoors organizing stuff 'cause I want to get it done. I was fine for the first couple of days, but now this cold is starting to cripple my soul, freezing my motivation. The meteorologists say the weather will warm up mid this week and stay that way. I hope so.

Why is it snowing again and where are my peeps?

2007-04-06T17:25:00.000-07:00

Why? It's spring and things should be starting to warm up. I'm fine with slightly cooler days, in fact I expect that of spring, but this weather is ridiculous. I am also having trouble finding Peeps. Those little marshmallow chicks are addictive. They have a strange effect on me; just eating a couple of those little fellas give me a sensation that I can only describe as euphoric. Don't ask me why, but they just seem to do it for me.

Collaborative Story

2007-04-04T16:40:00.000-07:00

The following is a collaborative story my friend and I wrote the other night. I plan on using some of the ideas to write a short story.

It just wasn't his day. The sun had set and Johnny still couldn't get satisfaction as he reaped soul after soul. It used no effort, the gun I mean; a gentle squeeze of the trigger and the gun roared... no chance of interception. Regardless, I strode out into the street to face Johnny. He owed me $5 and I was going to get it, even though I most likely would not be returning. Ever the cautious one, I duck and slide across walls and boxes to avoid detection. This was the first time I'd lent money to anyone. The whole thing just went sour from the beginning. I had no idea Johnny was socially maladjusted and absolutely retarded. I was at the point of confronting him when he stopped shooting. All those he wanted dead were. All because they told him he was a lesser being. I called out to him "Johnny, put down the gun, I want to talk about money". "Money schmunny!" he replied. I popped a cap in the air to let him know I meant business. He responded by raising his gun at me and firing, but seeing as he was retarded his aim was off. I ducked behind an oil drum, which promptly exploded. Now I look around me at the pallid faces of purgatory, with their dead faces staring dead stares. Johnny was a worthy opponent, but I still managed to fire a bullet into his head as he stood dazed from the explosion. In the end he was still a lesser being.

Quick Blog

2007-04-03T18:38:00.000-07:00

I've been working, cleaning and sorting most of the day. Also did a fair bit of writing, just not for this blog.

Strange Little Things Ep. 01

2007-04-02T16:29:00.000-07:00

Did you ever stop to think about all those folks who run funeral homes or cremation services and that when there smiling it's usually due to the fact that someone has died? I know a guy who owns a cremation and funeral services business; his office is beside my work. Whenever someone has bought the farm and the family goes to his office for arrangements he is happier than a fat kid on a mound of smarties. A day with no death is a sad day for him. I once asked him what he would do if natural death was "cured" to which he swiftly replied "I'd start killing people". If he brings in coffee I still hesitate for a couple seconds, especially on a day where he looks sad, wondering if it's safe or if he's using it as an opportunity to boost business

Funniest thing happened to me...

2007-04-01T16:55:00.000-07:00

So there I was, balancing on an iron anvil, holding a cabinet with one hand and a drill with the other trying to drive a screw into a cement wall. All of a sudden I felt as though I was urinating in my pants. I couldn't look down to see what was going on, 'cause if I lost focus the cabinet might have gone crashing down to the ground (I was in my mess of a garage doing some reno work), so I continued with the task at hand as my pants became wetter and wetter. Just as I finished securing the cabinet I realized that my urine was cold. As soon as I put down the drill I looked down and noticed that I had knocked over the glass of water that I had forgotten was there. I'm just glad I'm not incontinent. I April-Fooled myself.

Time To Get Things Rolling

2007-03-30T15:30:00.000-07:00

Now that the warmer weather has returned I find myself able to start getting things in order, such as my garage. There is still plenty of stuff to chuck out and even more tools and what not to organize. I just refurbished my saw horses and tomorrow I will begin to renovate the cupboards and shelving, not to mention the building of a few useful aides like a dolly for all the panels of wood I still have. The main task tomorrow will not involve the garage, but rather my recording studio. Lots of equipment and other accumulated things to sort through, especially cables. Sorting through cables really annoys me, but I only have myself to blame for the order they are in. I'll be setting up a crude, yet functionally studio with a couple reel-t0-reels and other miscellaneous gear so I can start recording again.

For me this is the start of project season. I am starting out slow; my first projects are more of a repair job and include rewiring my bass guitar electronics as well as replacing a bridge saddle, fixing the key guides for my Hammond X-B2 and building a new housing for another keyboard that I plan to use as an upper-manual for the X-B2. I may also buy a cleaning kit for my bass clarinet and possibly some silver key polish too since the hardware has a bit of funk growing on it. Normally I'd let the growth keep growing, but I'm going to take very good care of the bass clarinet, unlike my regular clarinet that has been abused like a choirboy at a church retreat.

Back On Track

2007-03-29T17:49:00.000-07:00

My mind is working again, but not so well as to faithfully blog. I'll be back tomorrow with full force. Sorry for the disappointment.

When things stop working

2007-03-28T17:24:00.000-07:00

It really sucks when something you rely upon stops working, especially in a moment when you truly need it. I've had many pieces of integral electronic gear break down at unexpected times and it's always a bummer when you know you just don't have the money to fix it. Right now my brain isn't working and I don't know how much money it will take to fix it. Hopefully it will repair itself in the next day or so. I could say "I only pray", but my beliefs don't swing that way.

I Crave Roti

2007-03-26T17:34:00.000-07:00

I have a strong craving for a roti with pumpkin. Can someone make me some? Will anyone read this in time to fix my craving? I haven't had a good roti with pumpkin since May (just before I moved from Montreal) when I ate at Jardin De Cari. It is one of my favorite restaurants in Montreal; the food served there is a delicious blend of Guyanese and Indian cuisine and the decor is that off a pleasant Island theme (a friend of mine from Bermuda says it reminds her of her grandma's kitchen). If you happen to be in the city and are looking for a fine meal, stop by 'cause after that roti your taste buds will love you. The address is 21 RUE SAINT-VIATEUR OUEST, just off of St. Laurent.

Rub A Dub Dub Dub

2007-03-25T17:36:00.000-07:00

Dub music is something that settles my soul. Stumbled upon this website, The Interruptor the other day; there is a great deal of info relating to the process of dub production as well as a forum to boot (which I think is down for the time being due to spam). So if there's a little King Tubby in your gut or a bit of Lee "Scratch" Perry hiding out in the dark recesses of your mind, take a look at this site and learn what you need to set up your own dub studio and start making your own dubs. While you're at it check out Rog Mogale's site so you can get all the plans you need to start building the sound system for your studio. You don't really need a lot of fancy, expensive equipment to start dubbing it up; If Mr. Perry could make all those incredible cuts with a four-track back in the day at his Black Ark studio, think of what you can do with all the modern equipment floating around.

2007-03-23T15:00:00.000-07:00

Spring is now finally here,
so let's crack open some beer
and let flow freely vodka, bourbon and rye
and the scantily clad women, both nubile and spry.

Goddamn, it sure is nice out today. I'm going back out now.

Numb(er) 23

2007-03-22T18:11:00.000-07:00

Saw the movie The Number 23 on Monday. Intriguing up until the last bit when the story takes the easy way out and becomes cheese. I think it would have been interesting if Michael Jordan turned out to be the killer and finished off Jim Carrey by ripping his head from his body and dunking it up Virginia Madsen's ass. I shoulda gone to see 300 and Jim Carrey's career should have ended with In Living Color. In a couple of weeks Grindhouse should push this experience out of my memory and rinse the bitter taste from the palate of my mind.

What was I on?

2007-03-21T13:59:00.001-07:00

I have been going through all of my neglected boxes of school work and writings in an effort to organize all the materials and "lost" ideas I want to keep for future reference or use when just the other day I stumbled upon a piece of cryptic writing whose origins I'm unsure of. The single page of writing seems to be in my handwriting, well at least a dialect of my writing and has what appears to be a grammatical structure of sorts. I cannot make heads or tails of what it says or recollect when or why I wrote such a thing in the first place. Maybe something profound happened, an epiphany perhaps that at the time a portion of my mind decided it was better for me to repress and forget it, but in an effort to hold on to a fragment of this grand realization I wrote a coded message and buried it in a box of papers in hope that one day I will find it again and be at a stage in my life where I'd be ready for such information and decode the meaning. So far I've had no luck. In all likely hood I was on some form of mind-expanding substance and thought "I'll write a coded message that makes no sense and means nothing at all, boy will that sure fuck with my head at some later date". I think I'd have a better chance at deciphering the Voynich Manuscript than this mess.

Happy days are here again.

2007-03-20T12:37:00.000-07:00

I am now once again a proud owner of a bass clarinet; I just got the deal of a century. For $300 I got myself a nice Bundy bass clarinet with some extra fixin's that include and extra neck and an extension to make it go down to a low, demonic D. This is still something I have yet to fully absorb, but it was still great to cross it off my "to do" list. On another high note, I just started work at a picture/framing store called Cave Art. The store has been a fixture of the downtown core for as long as I can remember and I had only just set foot in it for the first time as of Friday. I'm doing an assortment of tasks relating to the finishing of mounted pictures such as beveling the wood and the final painting, plus a lot of other things that need to be done so the high volume of work gets completed. For now I am working somewhere between part-time and full-time and still as-of-yet have to discuss my pay, something that will be worked out next week; I assume it will be fair. The fact that the owners and staff (there are just a few) are great and the work is highly enjoyable (my time there flies by) and not to mention the fact that I'll be getting paid weekly makes this a place that I can see myself sticking with for as long as I need to (plus the prospect of utilizing the workshop for personal projects is another incentive). Hopefully all goes well. That be it for now... time for a smoke.

Just my luck

2007-03-18T19:05:00.000-07:00

So I happened to be looking on craigslist the other day when I came across a bass clarinet for $300. I still haven't been able to get a hold of the seller to find out if it's still available and I've become very anxious because of this. It's been almost a year and a half since I've had a bass clarinet and the thought of owning one once again is constantly circling around in my brain. Even though $300 is cheap for a bass clarinet, I still have to raise the funds. Hopefully I can borrow money off someone until the end of the week. All I know is that I need to get this bass clarinet (if it is still available) for the benefit of my soul. I miss the low tones, especially the low E that happens to be my body's natural resonance; it's been far too long. Enough dreaming for now. Time to go to the bar.

Dreaming In Another Language

2007-03-17T21:00:00.000-07:00

The other night I had a dream, well more of an idea for a script while I slept. The whole story was laid out from beginning to end with all the transitions and even the stories within the story somewhat flushed out. I have a good understanding of what the dialogues between the two main characters will be, but there is one problem when it comes to actually writing it all out... the idea is set in Japan and has to be in Japanese. With my Japanese Kana and Kanji skills still that of a beginner, this will surely take some time. I guess I can write it out in English for now and as I progress with my study slowly translate it into Japanese or I can find someone to help me translate. Being the first time I have ever had a dream of a story idea like this I am still somewhat surprised I can remember it so vividly. I just hope I don't start dreaming in Jul'hoan.

More Than a (Suicidal) Feeling.

2007-03-15T18:43:00.001-07:00

So it turns out that another "famous" person has committed suicide. Brad Delp, former vocalist of the band Boston was found dead in his home on the 9th of this month. His family issued a statement confirming he did take his own life and left a note that stated "Mr. Brad Delp. J'ai une ame solitaire. I am a lonely soul.". I never really liked Boston. My cousin really likes them... he's a sick bastard.

Today also signifies the Ides of March where on this day way back in 44BC, Julius Caesar was stabbed to death because he didn't want to share his wine or something. I never really liked Julius Caesar.

Yesterday

2007-03-14T19:39:00.000-07:00

I was walking yesterday, something I haven't done since the day before that. I came across a hole in the ground and something inside caught my eye. I stopped and got down on all fours for a closer inspection. What I saw next sent a shiver down my spine that shook my boots.

It was me, yet it wasn't me. It was a smaller, tinier version of me holding my now ex-girlfriend's glass eyeball she lost that time we were driving down Brant Street and her head was in a burlap sack resting on my lap. Her head wasn't severed, she just wore the burlap sack 'cause it was what she was into. The burlap sack tickled my knee causing my body to jerk resulting in my loss of control of the car sending us crashing into the fountain outside of city hall. Although heavily dazed from the impact, my now ex-girlfriend managed to stumble out of the car and collapse to the ground.

A group of onlookers had now collected around the scene, either concerned about our condition or just to see if anyone was dead. A man removed the burlap sack and in the process jarred her glass eye loose. The glass eyeball made a thunk as it hit the ground and then promptly rolled away. Nobody seemed to notice that, not even the guy who removed the sack. Every one's attention was focused on me, mostly due to the fact that a girl with a burlap sack on her head just stumbled out of my car.

Things went from bad to I-just-ran-my-fingers-through-the-table-saw-blade bad when the man with the burlap sack in his hand noticed my now ex-girlfriend's empty eye socket. At the top of his lungs he screamed "He took her eye out! He took her fucking eye out!". I felt the need to defend myself so I said in a loud, clear voice "The only thing that I took out of her was the piece of glass from the bottle I threw at her... the glass took out her eye!". Still being dazed I neglected to mention that it happened last Christmas and it wasn't intentional.

I was trying to hit her mother, but my grip on the neck slipped. The bottle flew into the wall beside my now ex-girlfriend's head and smashed, causing a piece to enter her eye. Only if she had the burlap sack then. Her mother had been riding me all night long about my drinking and how I become violent and irrational all because I said her goose was burnt and that when someone sits down for a meal they deserve to have it cooked properly and to their liking, especially on Christmas.

It's like the day before yesterday; I went next door to The Pit to get some burgers and fries. Some jerk there had the ketchup and wouldn't give it up. "How was I to eat my fries without ketchup?" I asked him and then added "A man deserves to have his meal prepared properly and to his liking with all the condiments he requires!". He said he wasn't done with it yet, so I smashed my burger in his face and stuffed the fries down his throat. I grabbed the ketchup off the table and squirt it into his eyes. I then said "Fuck this, I'm going for a walk", something I haven't done since the day before that.

I'm feeling better now and Richard Jeni is dead.

2007-03-13T14:35:00.000-07:00

With no sleep since Sunday I am feeling a bit on edge, but my cold is now leaving me and it is getting warmer outside so I am content and Richard Jeni is dead from an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound. I'm somewhat surprised by this since I already believed him to be dead. Looking back I think I began to forget about him and as time passed my mind blurred the memory of him with that of Ray Combs (host of the Family Feud 1988 revival) who oddly enough was also at one point a stand up comic who went on to take his own life, albeit via hanging. The last I remember seeing of Jeni was his television show Platypus Man back in '95. Combs suicided himself in '96. My bad. Now I know both Ray Combs and Richard Jeni are dead. No more mistakes to be made there. Did I mention I haven't slept since Sunday?

sick of getting sick

2007-03-11T18:00:00.000-07:00

It's Sunday night and today I've done nothing but sit in my bed and read. Went out for some decent Thai food last night and realized I was coming down with a cold so I decided that today would be a rest day. I've had too many colds in the last 4 months and at this point it's really starting to get old. It seems like I caught this one early on and hopefully it will be gone before I know it. So before I slip off into the land of sleep (assisted by some night time formula) I would like to go get a glass of water. Goodnight.

saturday's done gone give me the blues

2007-03-10T10:22:00.000-08:00

It's Saturday afternoon and I'm feeling discombobulated. I think it's a combination of the partying last night and the lack of steady work recently. All I feel like doing today is sitting back and watching the daylight slip away, but I know at some point I'll get bored of wasting the day and start working on something. It feels like most of the days lately have been slipping by and if I don't find myself a source of steady income soon I don't know how I will be able to function properly on a daily basis. However, I always look at the glass as being half full. It's just that what it's half full of changes with the surrounding circumstances.

In an effort to make the most of this post, let me side step out of my woes and take you Downunder to bring to light some wonderful, possibly insane high voltage experiments going on in Australia. Peter at Tesla Downunder has some interesting hobbies. Partially based on the inventions and theories of famed Serbian inventor, physicist and mechanical/electrical engineer Nikola Tesla (he gave us AC current and the radio among other things) this website also delves into other rad if not questionable experiments (for instance sticking a bare hand in liquid nitrogen for half a second... if you've ever seen Men Behind The Sun you understand why the thought of this doesn't sit so well with me). Plenty of fun stuff to explore here; be sure to check out the Tesla coil car alarm... definitely my favorite.

Well, 'bout time I signed off. I'll be back when the cup's half full of something other than piss.

Why I Blog?

2007-03-09T12:30:00.000-08:00

Lately I've found myself to be writing a lot more than usual and in an effort to stop using up so much space in my writing books, I've decide that my best course of action is to write this blog.

I will try to post every couple days, if not every day and try to keep you all entertained with humorous anecdotes, factual tidbits, reviews of things (maybe even of reviews), crazed rantings, things I've overheard in public places, views on various subjects, daring and shocking original fiction, interesting ideas and projects, strange dreams and last, but not least, the true origins of humankind (through a 26 posting serial -- to be posted aperiodically). Oh yeah, and links to stuff.

Hopefully I won't die shortly after this posting so I can post past this introductory post.

Damn, I need a Scotch!

My First Blog...

2007-03-09T10:18:00.000-08:00

... well, not really.