Too good to keep to myself

The Ballad of G.I. Joe from Olivia Wilde

Sick

Well, I seem to have the plague at the moment, so I'll just give you this to tide you over until my next rant...wonder what it will be about...

THE DEVIL

I fucking hate these things...

The Whitest Kids You Know

Well, the last two posts have been a bit on the...well...depressing side. I wanted to let everyone know that I actually had a PHENOMENAL weekend. I went to a great party in Glen Burnie, MD with a friend I haven't seen since high school. At this party I met a fantastic group of new friends, played a masterful game of badminton (Go Team Beer! who's signature, by the way, was playing with a beer in their off hand...never spilled!), and got what may be the best massage I've ever received. I do still have my religious problems and other problems, but it has been a weekend of coming to terms with things also. In the best news of them all, I got word my father can receive a partial liver from a live donor! I'll be getting tested post-haste! Though that will mean about 12 weeks of no alcohol. Small price to pay for the possibility of saving my father's life for father's day. Man, shopping for him is going to be a BITCH from now on if this works...really...how the fuck am I going to top a liver? Either way, in political news, there's been a LOT going on they're just not being totally up-front about recently. Here's a message from the White House Press Secretary detailing the issues of the day.

Zebras

Can a zebra really change its stripes? Desmond Tutu writes in his book "No Future Without Forgiveness" that the horrors of apartheid could only be worked past with forgiveness on both sides. This seemed to work well enough, but where's the justice? Is justice just a flawed concept we came up with to satisfy our own egomaniacal sense of self worth? If so, then where does that put god in all this? I once had a friend say that only god could grant forgiveness...and that friend is an atheist...does this mean by that logic there is no such thing as forgiveness in the world? And if there is, who is to deem who is worthy of it? The victim? What if both parties are the victim? How does one forgive themself? I think that one's the hardest of them all. How does a man of upstanding moral character (permanant or newfound) decide when he is worthy of being forgiven for his past misgivings? Even in acting in the role of the aggressor, he would still remember the sins of the past and get this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. This would all also lead him to question the existance of god, in whatever form he believed him to be. How could he still feel so terrible about all he had done, and furthermore hate himself when there is THE source of forgiveness right there wittnessing his sorrow for his crimes? When does it become ok to see yourself as a decent person when your vision is forever clouded by the memory of your evil? Not any answers here, doubt I'll find any out there either.

It's Horrible!

I apologize for not posting in a while, but by god this will make up for it. For all those who have never seen the goodness of Dr. Horrible's Sing-along Blog, I present it here in all it's joss whedonness! The premise is Dr. Horrible (Neil Patrick Harris) is trying to get into the evil league of evil led by bad horse (played by a horse), but is foiled at every turn by the smarmy superhero Captain Hammer (Nathan Fillion). The good doctor also has a crush on his laundry buddy Penny (Felicia Day of The Guild fame. What? You haven't seen The Guild either? You are a bad person! watchtheguild.com bitches!) and works his hardest to get her to even notice. Did I mention it's a musical? Really? I love musicals! I know it makes me at least a little queer but I don't care. So, here it is, a teaser song! greatness!



www.drhorrible.com well worth the 45 mins...and I'm getting the dvd for the singing commentary!

cheating

I know it's cheating, but fuck you, I'm just putting up another picture in this installment. But, for an added bonus for all those who know me, I'm doing better. Had some conversations that gave me direction in my life again.

Something Nicer

PCness

I am sick and fucking tired of being PC, others being PC and the entire fucking PC movement. Political Correctness in itself is a contradiction in terms, because really, what in politics is fucking correct? I am through hearing "I don't want under god in our pledge" and "you can't play that song any more, it has racial undertones" and the next goddamn person that tries to limit my first fucking amendment rights, I am going to punch with a fistfull of spikes. I give the example of "carry me back to ol' virginny". This song used to be the state song of Virginia, and it is a beautiful piece. The lyrics talk of an old slave who wants to be buried back in Virginia WITH HIS MASTERS. You're really going to knock a song that takes the darkest hour of this country's history and actually talks about a man being treated right, so much so that he would wish to be buried with his "owners"? Goddammit people you can't just demand we never speak of it again, I say let it go and find something constructive to bitch about other than what people are saying. Or, even better, we work together and actually do some good in the world. Who fucking cares if I say "black" instead of "african american" or "white" instead of "caucasian" or I happen to get what particular asian country you're from wrong. FUCK YOU. You are in America, that makes you AMERICAN. Not African American, not Asian American, not Middle Eastern American, you are American, fucking plain and simple. I say instead of having our big happy hippy sit around and find the least offensive things to call people while we sip our soy lattes and participate in the friendship circle-jerk we actually get out and help our fellow Americans, nay, our fellow man. Let's actually feed the hungry, house the homeless, pick up those who are down and goddamn anyone who tries to slow our progress. Don't we have terrorists to catch? For now, go to your favorite bar, sit down, order a beer, and you know what, buy one for the guy next to you who looks a bit down on his luck. Time to let a little love in.

My Feelings Currently

I have no desire to display my feelings at the moment here publicly, but I will instead deliver a message to someone (anyone really) who can name my favorite play and go to act 3, scene 6, beginning with "aye, true". Other than that, I'm going back to watching the caps game.

Not Great Weekend

I started this weekend with high hopes, but it ended up being a rather letdown. First, I go to the big last weekend for the airsoft field I like to play at, and end up totally off my game. Only one kill per spawn...no fun there. After that was a bright spot in the suck, when I went to a friend's house for grilling/great board games where I had a blast. Next was sunday, where I spent most of the day rather bummed and ended up running errands and going to the grocery store. This might not sound bad but walking around the store like a zombie is not very entertaining. The end of the day was the best of all, when I got a call from my mother and hear that my father might be dying soon...so...I embrace the suck :-(


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It's been over a week since I've said anything to the interwebs, I feel it is time for an update. I just yesterday participated in Operation Bad Karma, a large airsoft game and had a great time. I even got to play a central american, which was fun for me...got to keep yelling out in what limited spanish I know. I also had the unique opportunity to use the words "prehensile uterus" today, which is a first to me and very well could be the last time those two particular words will ever be muttered together again. This last week has been generally shitty at work and a bit on the unsettling side in the personal life, but it seems this weekend is making up for it. Now, I have to get back to getting rid of a lot of the useless crap in my room! Fun!


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yeah, that's me right now...I hurt...

I got nothing

I really want to blog about something right now, I just have no idea what. I could talk about my poor day of playing airsoft (for those of you who don't know what it is, check here), I could tell you about my work troubles, but I'd rather not talk about that online, and I could even tell you about my recent vacation, but I'd rather just say it was phenomenally good and leave it at that. I think I may just instead say that I'm rather sore and am now drinking a fantastic beer and eating pizza. Good weekend in my book. I guess I'll leave you with the funny.

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The Verdict

Well, the question plagues my soul no longer. I finally gave the news to my friend and he took it surprisingly well. I am also pleased I had the balls to do it in person and not just over text. I still do feel a bit bad about it but am more relieved to finally have it off my chest. Unfortunately it is late here, and it's been a long day, I aint really got shit else to say. Goodnight all.

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A Degree of Sadness

The old saying of "there comes a time when you will have to do something you don't want to, but you must do" and like ones is a load of bull. These moments are not just the rare occasions that such cliched lines would have you believe, but every day occurrences. It just seems that every now and then there's a large one that comes around that sucks worse than the others. I am now not posed with a question of when to break certain news to a very close friend of mine that will most likely shatter such friendship forever, but when. Do I do it earlier? Do I wait until after I hang out with this friend one last time? This particular question has been haunting me for a while, keeping me up at night, making me sick to my stomach. I wish I knew how to do it too. In person, e-mail, phone...the possibilities are as varied as the responses I could receive. Goddammit, I need a fucking drink.

Out of Town

I do apologize to my faithful reader(s?) for not posting anything recently. Truth be told I've been working a lot of overtime to make it possible for me to skip town for a while. Now that my hard labor has finally accumulated enough I am going to get the hell out of dodge. This is going to be an experience for me as I am using an airline I've never flown with before. God help those poor poor bastards. I do have a couple points to make today not on that subject though. One- after 7 bottles of diet mountain dew, you get fucking scary wired. I was at work sounding like an auctioneer for a solid four hours. Two- it is actually not a bad idea to talk to your boss about a lack of undergarments in certain situations. This I will let you think on for a while. Three- it is ALWAYS a bad idea to call an air marshal a douchebag. This I did not do myself, but to my glee got to observe. That's really all I have for now, further updates as events warrant!

Greatness on a bun

I just got randomly sent this link by a coworker, and am I ever glad I clicked. This may very well embody my exact feelings on life. I myself am trying to lose weight (and actually doing rather well I hear), but this...this is what I love to see; people actually living life a little and every now and then doing something for themselves. Also, the repeated trips to the doctor help stimulate the economy! Win all around!

The Friendly Skies

There is something to be said about the travelling public, especially those in airports. It is my firm belief that when a person's status in life turns from "Citizen" to "Passenger" they immediately lose about 60 points of IQ. I would like to reaffirm this by sharing with you some of my airport stories. My first story comes out if Reagan National Airport. This video has some incredible footage of stupidity on the parts of both the TSA and a certain passenger.


The things I want to draw your attention to...first at 0:35 you can see a TSA officer acting like he's going to beat the head of the other officer in. I'm all for some fun in the workplace and shenanigans with coworkers, but there's passengers right there for fuck's sake!
At 1:00 you can see a woman being escorted out of security by yet another TSA officer. God, this lady is a bitch...see how she's screaming at the poor guy for something he has no control over? I hate the TSA, I really do. The management there makes such stupid rules that the officers have to follow with no representation for changing them or making their workplace better. It is management there I have a problem with, not the individual officers getting shit on by the public. Remember that next time you fly goddammit. Anyhow, I digress. At 1:55 or so, the woman is now engaged in a debate with airport police. The officer should have shot the bitch. She is then digging for what I have found out to be her SECRET SERVICE credentials...Secret Service...really...you're really going to do this lady? So, the heated debate goes on until at 3:12 where the woman's KID STARTS RUNNING AWAY FROM HER! This I found to be priceless. She can't even control her goddamn kid, let alone her baggage through the airport. That shit is awesome. She later went on Dr. Phil and bitched about this, kinda like this woman. WTF is going on at Reagan National? Both of these incidents come from there...

My next submission deals with a quote. I swear to god, I actually heard this come out of someone's mouth at an airport as her defense for why she should be able to take a bottle of water on a plane.

"Water is not a liquid"

...what? Did I just hear that right? Let's try that one again.

"WATER IS NOT A LIQUID"

I think there's something crazy stuck in my ear...because last I checked, water is THE liquid! Sweet Zombie Jesus on a Pogo Stick! How the fuck is someone actually going to use this in their defense? This is staggeringly stupid! The TSA officer just stood there dumbfounded for a bit, awestruck by what has just happened in front of him. I wanted to beat the woman with a metal detector...hey, now I understand the guy from the first video!

There are so many other stories we all can tell about the airport and I would love to tell you all of mine, but that would simply take too long. Instead, I am going to leave you all with this, what I think all of us should keep in mind when we travel.

A Time of Worry

I'm getting a bit worried about our state of affairs here. I saw on one of the major news stations (MSNBC or CNN, not sure which) that the current unemployment rate for South Carolina is at 10.4%. Over 1 in 10 people there are jobless and that scares the hell out of me. Good hard working Americans are losing their jobs all over some douchebags in the housing market trying to make a quick buck. The only reason this doesn't drive me to the point of rage is that I subscribe to the idea of for there to be evil, there must be good, and vice versa. This makes me believe that the evil bankers are balanced somehow by the existance of good people in the world. Problem is that the good people are rarely the ones with money or power. I just want to see honesty in the world again. I want to see men and women helping each other get by. I know there is still love out there, I had a friend of mine prove that recently. I won't go into details but just know that even in these troubled times, love will find a way.

Titanic

This was just too good to pass up...

The Best Page

So I was putzing around the interwebz and happened to come across this raving lunatic...dear god he's fucking hilarious...and right on many many things! I also would like to mention that today was very productive. I got a lot of work done on that truck featured in the video on my second post. I'm not sure if I have any good images to show you today, but let's see...I'll just do a google image search for two random ass things...let's try chicken, and hemmingway.


There you have it, folks...you can find absolutely anything on the internet, even if the two terms have nothing in common, somebody's made the connection.

BEWARE!

Yeah, so a friend of mine and I decided that those sneaky fucking dolphins are up to no good, so we gave them a more fitting name. That's what they do, y'know...they steal your gold when you're not looking! Sneaky fuckers!

I got bored

Yeah, you know you love it

Enjoy

Why I love my country

I do love this nation of ours dearly and not just for all the freedoms it affords. I love the culture, the landscape, the food, the diversity, and the throaty American V8. I chose the name of my blog for the images it conjures in my head. The iconic 8 cylinder is the epitome of all that this country holds dear. It's loud, uncompromising, powerful, beautiful, and the product of men and women who just wouldn't settle for second best. The engine can take you from Niagra Falls to the Napa Valley, droning down each and every mile of highway with the wind blowing through your hair, sun on your face and all around you the best folk the world has to offer. This is my happy place. This is where I feel at peace.

The All Important First Post

Here it is, the year 2009, and I'm finally getting around to this blogging thing. I'm not really sure what direction I'm going to go, probably just going to be a diarrhea of the brain, taking the shotgun approach to saying something intelligent. I'm not going to give out any information regarding who I am at this moment, but I will say that I am male, and I fucking love girl scout cookies.