10/6 Thoughts

Hernia appt. moved back to Oct. 30th. Soreness goes on...

I have begun thinking of Holiday plans and feel like Clark Griswold.

I am feeling as though this is an online diary that no one reads.

I got the CAT vest out today. I love that thing. It is super comfortable.

Had a lot of fun at my buddy Blake's wedding this last weekend. I got to hang with some people that I have not been able to for a while which was good. Laura looked awesome and you could totally tell that Blake is full into her! I am happy for them.

I have been watching a lot of "Legend of the Seeker" in the last couple of days. I want to catch up before the new season starts in November. I read most of the books so I am excited to see how the series plays out.

Look into "One Day As A Lion." It is totally worth it.

New Slayer and Zombie come out next month. Pumped!

-Random

Shit I don't want no beef

I have just become privy to the whole Joaquin Phoenix controversy. I am behind the times I guess.

Here's my thoughts as I posted them to YouTube:
"Just to throw in my 2 cents. He did Johnny Cash for "Walk the Line." Rick Rubin produced Johnny Cash as well as The Beastie Boys and Jay-Z. His new look is also close to Rubin's. I bet he was inspired more by Rick Rubin than anything. Rubin is probably staying out of it in order to produce the music later."

Check it on YouTube. Search Joaquin/Letterman to see the best footage.

He has inspired me. Very Jim Morrison.

It is time to let the beard grow. I started a week ago.

Damn it I have an appt. with a surgeon tomorrow for my hernia, not excited. May push it back.

Ssssh.

Four day weekend! WooHoo.

Finally watched all of the last season of The Office. Glad I did. The last episode (Company Picnic) was very good. The episode tonight 10/1 was frustrating to watch.

Enough for now...damn 2 posts in 2 days.

-RandomEye

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Random Thoughts on a Late Night

So All Hallow's Eve is fast approaching. It is now officially Oct. 1. We have discussed what we may do for costumes, but nothing definite yet. I need to make some more Youtube videos. I watched some of my past ones. Kind of a mistake. But it also made me realize that I have not made anything new for a while. Almost 2 years I think. I really enjoy making them. I have also gotten much better at video editing so I am excited to put those talents to the test. YouTube pissed me off for a bit though. It has gotten too commercial, but I have gotten over that now. Time to make something. I jotted down some ideas, so its time to take those to fruition. The new Alice in Chains album fucking rocks. The Dethklok album Dethalbum II is also awesome. I don't have the latter but what I have heard is pretty rad. I found out yesterday that I have a fucking Hernia! Great. So a surgery is in my near future. Excited about that. Work has been going really well. I love my new position. Just trained one of my C.T.'s on End-of-month inventory tonight. I am glad to see them all showing initiative. I feel as though I have done my job when they get excited to do things. My good friend Blake's wedding is this weekend. Its gonna be a great fucking time. Can't wait to see what that day will bring. Congrats to him and Laura! Pretty excited for Zombieland. Woody looks pretty cool in that. I love the preview with the banjo and the Deliverance reference. Makes me laugh. Been listening to a lot of Jimmie Rodgers and Jack White stuff lately. It is like they both make the same music. Jack just puts hella distortion on his guitar and screams a little more. My favorite song right now is "Pistol Packin' Papa" by Jimmie. He says Gat in it, pretty cool for his generation. I was recently big on Lil' Wayne. I kind of respect him for his choices in musical direction. Not that his music is superb, but its cool to see the direction he has chosen. Especially him doing a rock album. Jonathan Davis and Korn being in his video for "Prom Queen" as an example. Really excited about the new Rob Zombie album coming out in November. He is also playing in Denver that month. Probably going if I can make it work. Well that's enough for now. I am also needing to post more blogs. I feel I have let myself go... -RandomEye

Reverse Parking

I have been pondering this for some time now.

"Why do people back into parking stalls?"

I have only 2 solid theories myself.

1) The Convenience Factor- This is the belief that once you are done with what you are doing, you will be able to leave easier and quicker than backing out of your said stall. This theory seems to be the most solid. I have observed for the most part people parking backwards at their jobs. I could, I guess, see how this would eliminate any nasty inconvenience of backing out of a parking stall when all you want to do is "get the hell out of there." But, but, wouldn't the backing in take as much time as backing out? How bad do you need to save the precious 10 seconds needed to back out when you get off of work? To me this theory seems a waste of time, but plausible.

2) The Coolness Factor- This is the belief that it is "cool" or that your car is "cool" enough to back it into a parking stall. The reason I listed this as second is because it has more cons than pros. I have observed much more people, or rather people's cars in backward situations that are not "cool" than are "cool." Now before we get into an argument about what is "cool" and what isn't, lets just say you know and I know what is a "cool" car and what isn't. For instance a Pontiac Firebird is a "cool" car and a Toyota Corrolla is not. But I see some pros to this. "COOL" cars are bought to be displayed. No one buys a "cool" car just to get from point A to point B. These are not utilitarian automobiles. One does not pay insurance through the roof as well as tags and taxes on a "cool" car because they like the gas mileage or the added convenience of a sunroof. What it boils down to is people buy "cool" cars, regardless of the added expense, to show it off. Get chicks, feel good, have fun, or just generally enjoy them. No one bought a Ford Festiva because they were impressed with it's sexiness.

But I digress.

I am nonetheless baffled by this common occurrence. I am leaning towards Theory 1, but I have my doubts. If anyone has an answer to this question I would appreciate it. To me its a waste of time. I have owned a "cool" car. Well, sort of. But I never thought to take the time to park backwards in order to show it off. Nor have I thought it necessary to leave in such a hurry that I would need to back into a parking stall, with or without a "cool" car. Except maybe in high school. But the issues with why people feel the need to be "cool" in high school are too vast for me to get into here.

Photo...

Here it is. Phone pic, so not high quality.

-B

New Car!!!

So I finally got a new car. I skipped a whole decade. '87 to '05. This is an awesome machine. It's a 2005 Chevy Tahoe Z71. Black with all leather interior. It has so many options that it will take me months to figure it all out. It's hard to think that I put up with my old car for so long. I still love my Camaro, but this is much more luxurious. I am going to sell the old "Flatch" which is sad. That pickup was a great investment. It is okay though, it will go to a good cause. I have not taken any pictures of it yet. I don't want to be "that guy" who got a new car and has to brag about how cool it is all over. I dearly want to though!

I am going to leave you with this quote from the late, great Hunter S. Thompson. It pretty much sums up how I feel at this moment.

"Now this was a superior machine. Ten grand worth of gimmicks and high-priced special effects. The rear windows lit up with a touch like frogs in a dynamite pond. The dashboard was full of esoteric lights and dials and meters that I would never understand."

Good Day.

Just a little off the top, don't shave me bare...

Got a haircut yesterday. Ugh. She cut it waaay too short. I wanted short, not Semper Fi short. Then I had to shave the beard to make it look good. I looked like a Scottish Soccer Hooligan. Not happy.

So begins the process of regrowth.

Pissed. OOOOOHH!!!

And so it begins...(rough)

Exhausted, he lets out all his relief in one long sigh, "Thank Heavens that's over."

These are becoming exceedingly more difficult every time. The only reason to keep up this Burden, is that there is solace in human kind's survival. What they don't know and what they don't have to endure themselves keeps the race alive. The few branded, unlucky ones help keep the balance among Men and the Unknown. The task itself is but a small part of the Burden carried by these few unholy beasts. The Ruse is a much more exhausting and debilitating process. Forbidden from telling anyone who they really are or what amazing talents they possess. Hell, they hardly even know who else among the living also carries the Burden. There are a few though who have broken the rules. Those who have revealed secrets to the humans, thankfully these secrets are mostly written off as fiction or tall tales. Hated by those who abide, these greedy unfaithful compromise the task. These beasts are not beasts in any noticeable way. They are not dragons, monsters, or any other boogeyman sort. Just normal everyday individuals. They are among us in our lives. Professionals stay hidden well, taking up a Ruse in lives that align well with the real task at hand. Few get greedy, make costly mistakes, or become one of the Unfaithful.

This beast that lays in a heap under the light of the moon is one of the professionals. Expert in every way of concealing himself and yet accomplishing his tasks with surgical precision. As the drug subsides within his muscles and bones, he begins to take on his shape that most would notice. Frail, lanky, and unkempt would be the way most describe him. This is his Ruse, chosen masterfully and has taken years to perfect. A far cry from his shape branded upon his soul by The Director. That shape would be forever burned into eternity.

"Cletus!' a voice came ringing across the plain. "Cletus!"

"Goddamit I hate that name," his voice a deep rumble but slowly increasing in pitch to more of a squeak.

Soon a small crippled man collapsed upon him. "Are you alright? I heard screams like that of a swine being beaten by its master. What happened?"

"Nothing, just a coyote that I had to shoot so that it would leave us alone."

"Are you sure thats all that it was, sir?" said the small man.

"Dammit, Claude I am fine! Now fetch my horses so I can get this buggy back to town so that I can start the Process."

The Process was to most people in the small town simply the burial process. In actuality it was something far more complex.

"Yes, sir, right away sir"

While Claude rounded up the stock, Cletus began wrapping the body in the fine blankets used to preserve the sight of the ungodly creature sprawled before him. The word amazing was all that he could think of. He had done this numerous times over the last century, but yet it still inspired him with awe each and every time. The blankets preserved the human nature of the creature so that no one but he himself could see it for what it really was. And what were they exactly? He has never been given this answer, not so far anyway. He had his theories, but no way of proving any of them. He did as he was told, that's all that really mattered right now. The opposite proved to be too dangerous and painful. He had learned that lesson all too well only a few times. Determined to figure out this devious task, he seeks information in books he has found in his journeys. Some have helped and others have just been more fiction and tall tales. Each time that he finds out that the information in a certain book is only fiction, he becomes furious. Cursing these Unfaithful authors for their damnation and spoiling of useful information for their own greed. At times he has tracked down the Unfaithful and slain them himself just to end their treachery. This is not necessarily looked down upon by the Director. They will eventually be killed anyway and the more he erases, the less the Director's Clan will have to eradicate.

"I have found the horses, sir. One seems to be maimed by the wolf."

"Shoot it."

"SIr?"

"Do as I say, then harness the rest to the buggy. Quickly, we are losing the light of the moon!"

This violent attitude was strange to Claude. Cletus had never been so thoughtless in years passed, but was increasingly so lately. He knew something was wrong, but what?

"The steeds are ready sir," the shaken Claude stated.

"Very well"

They arrived in town just before dawn. The whorehouse lights were dimming and some of the hotel lights were beginning to come alive. A few drunks lay scattered along the street, laying in odd positions. Many had tripped and landed just before passing out from the night's libations. They headed straight for the Office as Cletus liked to call it. In fact, it was nothing more than a butcher shop with a parlor. He dreamed of one day working from a respectable establishment. Far-fetched ideas in a world of harsh realities. He was doomed to live out his duties in this shit town. As they passed the saloon, the Blue Moon, Cletus spotted the owner out of the corner of his eye staring at him from his balcony. Sirus, the owner, was a very evil looking man. Years of hard living, and also hard drinking, had made him leathery and very intimidating. Cletus was persistently harassed by him, all the while knowing if given the chance he could snap Sirus like a twig in an instant. Not now; the townspeople feared Sirus. The more they feared Sirus, the less focus would be put on him. He needed this cover even if it was at a cost.

"Here we are sir," Claude said with a bit of relief.

"Excellent. We have a big day tomorrow. Lets get this corpse in the Office and catch some much needed rest. We will start the Process in the morning."