Not that far a stretch...
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
I'm afraid this might be the sequel to the funniest movie ever.
Friday, October 15, 2004
One of the funniest movies ever...
One of the funniest movies ever...
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Peter Sellers was a Genius. This movie makes me cry with fits of laughter.
The message of this movie is as important today as it was then. (If not more so...)
10/15/04 Great Reagan's Ghost...
Well, last night's show went well. I tried some new stuff, and it worked well. The crowd, (older than I'm used to...) was into what I was talking about. I like that. I'm starting to feel free on stage. I think I finally get that I'm in control. It's a good feeling for sure.
But I digress, on to other stuff.
Yet another non-debate for Bush and Kerry last night. I have lost all hope that Kerry is capable of beating Bush. The man can't seem to muster any credible conviction. He's like a flaccid lettuce leaf. Totally useless. I really hope someone finds a way to beat Bush. I really feel that he might be responsible for bringing on the Apocalypse.
I wish my government would back off on the Missile Defense Shield. What could we Canadians hope to gain by playing along with this pile of crap? This giant "laser" in space nonsense thing is going to make the Kennedy magic bullet theory seem like the most plausible cover story ever. It reeks of certain disaster.
This is how I imagine the decision to create this insane project was conceived.
President: "Gentlemen... How do we protect Fortress North America from the evil brown people?"
A swath of hands go up.
Lackey #1: "How about sincere Foreign policy, and full transparency with the nations we deal with?"
President: "Nope... too risky... and we don't get to spend all that money we took away from the school lunch program..."
All: roaring with laughter
Lackey #2: "How about respecting international law, and forging a healthy working relationship with the United Nations?"
President: "Too clever, other countries would never buy it. They'd know we were up to something... and Halliburton and Microsoft wouldn't give me any re election money..."
Lackey #3: "I know Mr. President... How about a Shield? You know... A Big one!!! In space even..."
President: "Great Reagan's Ghost... that's Genius... Johnson!!! Call the Pentagon!!!"
This may be the biggest sucker's bet ever. It reminds me of the "Monorail" episode of The Simpson's. I wonder if Dubya has ever seen it? From the looks of it, probably not.
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But I digress, on to other stuff.
Yet another non-debate for Bush and Kerry last night. I have lost all hope that Kerry is capable of beating Bush. The man can't seem to muster any credible conviction. He's like a flaccid lettuce leaf. Totally useless. I really hope someone finds a way to beat Bush. I really feel that he might be responsible for bringing on the Apocalypse.
I wish my government would back off on the Missile Defense Shield. What could we Canadians hope to gain by playing along with this pile of crap? This giant "laser" in space nonsense thing is going to make the Kennedy magic bullet theory seem like the most plausible cover story ever. It reeks of certain disaster.
This is how I imagine the decision to create this insane project was conceived.
President: "Gentlemen... How do we protect Fortress North America from the evil brown people?"
A swath of hands go up.
Lackey #1: "How about sincere Foreign policy, and full transparency with the nations we deal with?"
President: "Nope... too risky... and we don't get to spend all that money we took away from the school lunch program..."
All: roaring with laughter
Lackey #2: "How about respecting international law, and forging a healthy working relationship with the United Nations?"
President: "Too clever, other countries would never buy it. They'd know we were up to something... and Halliburton and Microsoft wouldn't give me any re election money..."
Lackey #3: "I know Mr. President... How about a Shield? You know... A Big one!!! In space even..."
President: "Great Reagan's Ghost... that's Genius... Johnson!!! Call the Pentagon!!!"
This may be the biggest sucker's bet ever. It reminds me of the "Monorail" episode of The Simpson's. I wonder if Dubya has ever seen it? From the looks of it, probably not.
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Wednesday, October 13, 2004
10/13/04 I've got the it's hump day, and I'm feeling restless blues...
Well, I'm having my usual Ham and Cheese sandwhich for lunch. God I've become a creature of habit. Given the choice (or worse, being left to my own devices...) I willl always have a ham and cheese on brown. I know it's boring, but I love it. I always have.
Work doesn't seem to be as hectic, as it has been of late. I feel a little better grounded lately. I'm still not sleeping well, but at least I don't feel as stressed. Agata got back from Poland, and is back at work, which is really nice. She brings a sanity to our little slice of the corporate world.
I'm still out of sorts as to what kind of sporting events I will pay attention to this fall. With the NHL down and out until the lockout is resolved, I'll be twiddling my thumbs. Perhaps Lacrosse might fill the void. (but I doubt it...) Someone mentioned basketball, but fuck that, I hate that sport. I find it boring.
I may have a show tonight, I'm not too sure yet. I hope so, I love being on stage. It makes me feel alive. It's almost as if there's an electric current running through me, when I bathe in it's bright spotlights. I feel like Superman.
I have been listening to NPR at work lately. Today's topic was about the death penalty and executing minors. Apparently, even countries that have brutal justice schemes, like Iran have pronounced that executing minors is horriffic and immoral. Infact, according to NPR, the only nation left on earth that sees fit to execute minors is the United States. For a country that is supposed to be bringing civility and democracy to nations like Afganistan and Iraq, they do a piss poor job of leading by example.
anyhoo more later...
Work doesn't seem to be as hectic, as it has been of late. I feel a little better grounded lately. I'm still not sleeping well, but at least I don't feel as stressed. Agata got back from Poland, and is back at work, which is really nice. She brings a sanity to our little slice of the corporate world.
I'm still out of sorts as to what kind of sporting events I will pay attention to this fall. With the NHL down and out until the lockout is resolved, I'll be twiddling my thumbs. Perhaps Lacrosse might fill the void. (but I doubt it...) Someone mentioned basketball, but fuck that, I hate that sport. I find it boring.
I may have a show tonight, I'm not too sure yet. I hope so, I love being on stage. It makes me feel alive. It's almost as if there's an electric current running through me, when I bathe in it's bright spotlights. I feel like Superman.
I have been listening to NPR at work lately. Today's topic was about the death penalty and executing minors. Apparently, even countries that have brutal justice schemes, like Iran have pronounced that executing minors is horriffic and immoral. Infact, according to NPR, the only nation left on earth that sees fit to execute minors is the United States. For a country that is supposed to be bringing civility and democracy to nations like Afganistan and Iraq, they do a piss poor job of leading by example.
anyhoo more later...
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Jello Biafra
Jello Biafra
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
The former leader of The Dead Kennedys. A punk iconoclast, and pioneer of the American punk scene.
Currently he is on the lecture tour, and is mesmerizing to meet in person.
He owns a record label called "Alternative Tentacles" and is a good friend to the anti Bush movement.
Eddie Izzard
Eddie Izzard
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
This man is very, very, very, funny. You should check out "Glorious" and "Dress to Kill" Some of the funniest, brilliant stand up I have ever seen.
He takes the time to build a relationship with the audience, so they will go where he wants them to. Very clever, hip, and right on the button every time.
He has a very keen sense of history, and he's not afraid to use it.
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Another one of my favorite singers. He reminds me of Joe Strummer. He sings from the heart. I really like his politics too.
The world needs more Billy Braggs!!! He supports unions, freedom of speech, and behaving in a civilized fashion to our fellow man.
He's a rare bird indeed!
Monday, October 11, 2004
bad religion
bad religion
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
I have a soft spot for Bad Religion. Pop harmonies, super politically charged lyrics, and rip saw guitars.
You can't get better than these guys. 20 plus years and still going strong. Fuck you enegizer bunny!!!
Molly Ivins
Molly Ivins
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
This woman is remarkable. A well spoken realist with a wicked sense of humor. You should read her books. Esp "Bushwacked" it's a great read.
michael moore
michael moore
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
See... Michael's got a flag... and he seems happy to be holding it too!!! The way some people tell it, you'd swear he'd be happier burning it.
I wish that people would see that what he is doing is a blessing for Americans. Sometimes the only thing that can fix a problem is the cold, harsh light of truth.
The Funniest book ever
The Funniest book ever
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
What the fuck is this? This has got to be some kind of prank... genius? Really? The man can barely string words into a cohesive sentence.
john.ashcroft
john.ashcroft
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
This man seems to have done a lot of drugs. Perhaps in the last several minutes... He's the top dog at the US Department of Justice. Really he shouldn't even be able to run a Kinko's...
He's a great singer... You should hear his ballad "Let the Eagle fly"
10/11/04 Michael Moore... VS. THE RETARDED RIGHT WING...
Well, I've spent the last few days away from my computer. I needed to let my brain rot in front of my xbox for a while. I needed a break.
Today we watched FAHRENHEIT 911 again. I hope that Michael Moore makes tons more documentaries. I like his style. Frank and unforgiving. I find his tenacity is refreshingly honest, esp in an era of total and complete political chicanery. I'm amazed that certain elements (ie. the Right wing...) in the United States think that he hates America. I get the distinct impression that the opposite is the actual truth. I think that he loves his country. Sadly, the love it or leave it crowd don't understand his intentions.
I found this website, posted by an extemely venomous person(s), who has stooped to personal attacks, and insults to try and get a point across. (Now I'll admit I'm guilty of this with more frequency than I'd like...) It's been my experience that this kind of defensive behaviour usually occurs when someone can't deal with the truth. Take a look at the site... Perhaps post a differing opinion. The response should be quite entertaining.
http://www.dynamictruth.com/enemies/michaelmoore.html
They also call Janine Garofalo and the United Nations Enemies of "our" state. It's quite funny. Sad, but funny none the less.
The scale of their misplaced anger is mentally staggering. I really think that these people should stop reading USA Today, and change the channel when Springer is on. Read a book. Perhaps something that makes you think. I can't believe that Bush's plan caught them hook line and sinker.
Bush's leadership skill set is what got America into trouble to begin with. Until 9/11 he was an absentee President. A lame duck. He had no mandate, and no real interest in domestic policy. (Hence the net loss of 2 million jobs since he took office...)
Not much has changed... He's still a lame duck, but now he looks more like Daffy Duck. Bitter and angry, and hell bent for war. Iraq is a disaster, his war has done nothing but stack dead bodies into two large piles. One marked "With us" and the other "Against us."
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Today we watched FAHRENHEIT 911 again. I hope that Michael Moore makes tons more documentaries. I like his style. Frank and unforgiving. I find his tenacity is refreshingly honest, esp in an era of total and complete political chicanery. I'm amazed that certain elements (ie. the Right wing...) in the United States think that he hates America. I get the distinct impression that the opposite is the actual truth. I think that he loves his country. Sadly, the love it or leave it crowd don't understand his intentions.
I found this website, posted by an extemely venomous person(s), who has stooped to personal attacks, and insults to try and get a point across. (Now I'll admit I'm guilty of this with more frequency than I'd like...) It's been my experience that this kind of defensive behaviour usually occurs when someone can't deal with the truth. Take a look at the site... Perhaps post a differing opinion. The response should be quite entertaining.
http://www.dynamictruth.com/enemies/michaelmoore.html
They also call Janine Garofalo and the United Nations Enemies of "our" state. It's quite funny. Sad, but funny none the less.
The scale of their misplaced anger is mentally staggering. I really think that these people should stop reading USA Today, and change the channel when Springer is on. Read a book. Perhaps something that makes you think. I can't believe that Bush's plan caught them hook line and sinker.
Bush's leadership skill set is what got America into trouble to begin with. Until 9/11 he was an absentee President. A lame duck. He had no mandate, and no real interest in domestic policy. (Hence the net loss of 2 million jobs since he took office...)
Not much has changed... He's still a lame duck, but now he looks more like Daffy Duck. Bitter and angry, and hell bent for war. Iraq is a disaster, his war has done nothing but stack dead bodies into two large piles. One marked "With us" and the other "Against us."
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Thursday, October 07, 2004
10/07/04 Communists, Shitty audiences...
I met up with my friend Diz today. We parted ways a few years ago, just simplely drifted apart.(As people do...) He created a new and different world for himself, as did I.
I enjoyed having him at the show tonight. It was nice to have him there to see what I have accomplished over the years. (Not as much as I would have liked to, but I digress...) While our lives have changed, there was something familiar and pleasant about him being there. It was a strange connection to the past, but it seemed to have created a bridge to the future, like we may have found common ground again. (I'm not sure if that makes to much sense, but what odds!?!)
We have a lot in common these days. Both of us are recently married, have the straight and narrow day jobs, and a renewed sense of adulthood.
New topic
I met a card carrying communist the other day. He was nice enough, but far too intense for my tastes. Life is already intense enough. Who needs to brood over academic political process that heavily? God, Commies need to read something for fun once in a while. Noam Chomsky is interesting, but heaven almighty, take a look at the funny pages before your head explodes.
I hate it when pesudo intellectuals argue over the intent of a written text. Sometimes it's okay to let go, live a little. Carpe Diem for Christ's sake.
New topic
The show was a little on the sloppy side. It didn't help that the audience was just not on my side this evening. Every joke was a dogfight for laughs. They were ooooooey. I really hate that. It derails a show. It's a refusal to commit to a joke. (They think it's funny, but are afraid to laugh because they are concerned about who is sitting around them.)
I enjoyed having him at the show tonight. It was nice to have him there to see what I have accomplished over the years. (Not as much as I would have liked to, but I digress...) While our lives have changed, there was something familiar and pleasant about him being there. It was a strange connection to the past, but it seemed to have created a bridge to the future, like we may have found common ground again. (I'm not sure if that makes to much sense, but what odds!?!)
We have a lot in common these days. Both of us are recently married, have the straight and narrow day jobs, and a renewed sense of adulthood.
New topic
I met a card carrying communist the other day. He was nice enough, but far too intense for my tastes. Life is already intense enough. Who needs to brood over academic political process that heavily? God, Commies need to read something for fun once in a while. Noam Chomsky is interesting, but heaven almighty, take a look at the funny pages before your head explodes.
I hate it when pesudo intellectuals argue over the intent of a written text. Sometimes it's okay to let go, live a little. Carpe Diem for Christ's sake.
New topic
The show was a little on the sloppy side. It didn't help that the audience was just not on my side this evening. Every joke was a dogfight for laughs. They were ooooooey. I really hate that. It derails a show. It's a refusal to commit to a joke. (They think it's funny, but are afraid to laugh because they are concerned about who is sitting around them.)
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
10/04/04 like a slapshot to the nuts...
I like to imagine that one day a great pain will be inflicted on those monkeys running the legislature in Edmonton. I'm praying for an NDP government. I've had enough of those pompous, sneaky, snake oil salesmen.
Now I know, That an NDP government has about as much of a chance of occuring as say, Stockwell Day becoming Prime Minister, or The Aryan Nation teaching sensitivity training, but it's a pipe dream of mine, and dammit I'm allowed.
I, like most Canadians, have noticed that King Ralph has this tendency to over react. When he got the pie in the face at the Premier's Stampede breakfast, he didn't suck it up. Laugh it off, or let it slide. (it's just a prank...) No, he wanted revenge. (Quite truthfully, the only people he should really be mad at, are the security people he employs.) Imagine, Ralphie looking like a jack ass, and for once it wasn't for something that came out of his own fool mouth. I can't in good conscience blame the kid. I'd have a hard time resisting the temptation myself.
The kid who creamed him is going to jail. For 30 days. FOR A PIE IN THE FACE. That is most socially retarded thing I have ever heard. (I think the kid should run for mayor of Calgary. With balls like that, perhaps some good things might actually get done in the city.) What kind of an idiot judge pronounces this justice? Geez, I'd hate to see the punishment for a few unpaid parking tickets. Sodomy at sundown? Pistol Whipping perhaps?
Ralph had the nerve to call this Kid a thug, and then denounced this brilliant and fitting act as anti social behaviour. Ralph, you really have to get over yourself. The whole King Ralph thing is a joke. But you knew that right?
This is the very same man who got smashed out of his gord, then ordered his limo driver to go to a homeless shelter, so he could hurl hateful, nay venomous, verbal barbs (and a few bucks) at the disadvantaged.
Anti social indeed. Ralph wrote the book on that one, What a big fucking hippocrite!!!
What kind of an evil fucking monster kicks people when they are down?
Mr. Klein, I hope that kid wins his appeal. I'm tempted to do a benefit to help him with his legal costs. You are a sad, hateful, little man. It is my fondest wish that one day you get a slapshot to the nuts... Oh wait, scratch that, you don't have any!!!
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Now I know, That an NDP government has about as much of a chance of occuring as say, Stockwell Day becoming Prime Minister, or The Aryan Nation teaching sensitivity training, but it's a pipe dream of mine, and dammit I'm allowed.
I, like most Canadians, have noticed that King Ralph has this tendency to over react. When he got the pie in the face at the Premier's Stampede breakfast, he didn't suck it up. Laugh it off, or let it slide. (it's just a prank...) No, he wanted revenge. (Quite truthfully, the only people he should really be mad at, are the security people he employs.) Imagine, Ralphie looking like a jack ass, and for once it wasn't for something that came out of his own fool mouth. I can't in good conscience blame the kid. I'd have a hard time resisting the temptation myself.
The kid who creamed him is going to jail. For 30 days. FOR A PIE IN THE FACE. That is most socially retarded thing I have ever heard. (I think the kid should run for mayor of Calgary. With balls like that, perhaps some good things might actually get done in the city.) What kind of an idiot judge pronounces this justice? Geez, I'd hate to see the punishment for a few unpaid parking tickets. Sodomy at sundown? Pistol Whipping perhaps?
Ralph had the nerve to call this Kid a thug, and then denounced this brilliant and fitting act as anti social behaviour. Ralph, you really have to get over yourself. The whole King Ralph thing is a joke. But you knew that right?
This is the very same man who got smashed out of his gord, then ordered his limo driver to go to a homeless shelter, so he could hurl hateful, nay venomous, verbal barbs (and a few bucks) at the disadvantaged.
Anti social indeed. Ralph wrote the book on that one, What a big fucking hippocrite!!!
What kind of an evil fucking monster kicks people when they are down?
Mr. Klein, I hope that kid wins his appeal. I'm tempted to do a benefit to help him with his legal costs. You are a sad, hateful, little man. It is my fondest wish that one day you get a slapshot to the nuts... Oh wait, scratch that, you don't have any!!!
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Monday, October 04, 2004
10/04/04 The Great Hair Bleach Incident....
Vanity and boredom are an evil and unforgiving pair.
So, I'm sitting on the couch, and I remember "Hey, there's a hair dye kit in the bathroom cupboard." I thought some highlights would be a great idea. "Honey, wanna help me dye my hair?"(I have some greying hair, and the occasional box job hides it nicely.) Seems simple right? Fuck no!!!
The box had one of those highlight caps, but no hook to pull the hair through. Now I know what you are thinking... "He didn't decide to do the hole thing did he?" Damn Straight! Semper Fi...
Now judging from the picture on the box and the fact that reading instructions in not a strong suit of mine, it looked like my hair would just go a shade or two lighter. NOPE!!! I now know how Andy Warhol must have felt like. I'm a set of pink eyes away from being an albino. My hair looks like a fucking highlighter exploded.
Mind you, I'm not saying I don't like it. Just that it's a bit extreme.
New Topic...
I had coffee with Dizney today. It was great hanging with him. I sprung an idea on him. I want all of us to write a book. (Diz, Emmo, Russ, Chris, and myself) To tell stories from the DIY days. I want to get everyone's individual take on the instanity of our 20's. I think it would be a really good read.
I would get them to post blogs as they think about stories. Then we read them over, and write our own accounts. Sort of like the broken telephone game. It may give us some insight into each other. I think it will be a good story about how five guys, with very different personalities, struggled to find their own paths. Maybe we can come out of this closer to one another than we've been in a long time.
Or it could go into the shitter fast. Regardless... I think it will be good for us.
New Topic...
This year without hockey is going to suck. I had just gotten used to the Flames being a winning team again... and wham. This strike is rather short sighted. Remember what happened to Major League Baseball? That strike almost cost the league the whole shebang! At least no one has come up with the concept of replacement players. That would be horriffic.
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So, I'm sitting on the couch, and I remember "Hey, there's a hair dye kit in the bathroom cupboard." I thought some highlights would be a great idea. "Honey, wanna help me dye my hair?"(I have some greying hair, and the occasional box job hides it nicely.) Seems simple right? Fuck no!!!
The box had one of those highlight caps, but no hook to pull the hair through. Now I know what you are thinking... "He didn't decide to do the hole thing did he?" Damn Straight! Semper Fi...
Now judging from the picture on the box and the fact that reading instructions in not a strong suit of mine, it looked like my hair would just go a shade or two lighter. NOPE!!! I now know how Andy Warhol must have felt like. I'm a set of pink eyes away from being an albino. My hair looks like a fucking highlighter exploded.
Mind you, I'm not saying I don't like it. Just that it's a bit extreme.
New Topic...
I had coffee with Dizney today. It was great hanging with him. I sprung an idea on him. I want all of us to write a book. (Diz, Emmo, Russ, Chris, and myself) To tell stories from the DIY days. I want to get everyone's individual take on the instanity of our 20's. I think it would be a really good read.
I would get them to post blogs as they think about stories. Then we read them over, and write our own accounts. Sort of like the broken telephone game. It may give us some insight into each other. I think it will be a good story about how five guys, with very different personalities, struggled to find their own paths. Maybe we can come out of this closer to one another than we've been in a long time.
Or it could go into the shitter fast. Regardless... I think it will be good for us.
New Topic...
This year without hockey is going to suck. I had just gotten used to the Flames being a winning team again... and wham. This strike is rather short sighted. Remember what happened to Major League Baseball? That strike almost cost the league the whole shebang! At least no one has come up with the concept of replacement players. That would be horriffic.
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Down By Law
Down By Law
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
WOW, I'm really having a nostalgic music trip these days. This is one of my all time favorite bands. Dave Smalley, The front man for this band, has been in ALL, Dag Nasty, and Down By Law, Just to name a few... They Kick Ass. Good SoCal Punk Rock. One of the originals for sure.
doughboys
doughboys
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Canada's answer to The Buzzcocks. These guys used to explode like fire crackers on stage. They were a warp speed tumble weed of Dreads, and power pop.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
10/03/04 Larry David's Psyche and Recycling Papers...
What a lazy day. I got up at like 12:30. It was great, although I could have slept until late next week. It felt good to get some quality Snooze time.
I pissed most of the day away. I spent some quality time with my old pal XBOX. I've been playing Knights of the Old Republic, and dammit, I'm hooked. I love video games. They help me slow my brain down a little. When I'm really frazzled, Blowing a few things up really helps.
We took our newspapers back for recycling. It was a trek. We had a folding shopping cart full. The papers kept falling out. We got onto 14th st. and a bunch escaped into traffic. I felt like a lunatic trying to scramble them all together. I have to admit, I lost my patience. Once we got to the actual recycling bin I was fine, but Erin was cheesed with me. I'm begining to understand Larry David. More than understand actually, I think my psyche is morphing into something similar to his. I'm not so sure that's a good thing, but who knows.
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I pissed most of the day away. I spent some quality time with my old pal XBOX. I've been playing Knights of the Old Republic, and dammit, I'm hooked. I love video games. They help me slow my brain down a little. When I'm really frazzled, Blowing a few things up really helps.
We took our newspapers back for recycling. It was a trek. We had a folding shopping cart full. The papers kept falling out. We got onto 14th st. and a bunch escaped into traffic. I felt like a lunatic trying to scramble them all together. I have to admit, I lost my patience. Once we got to the actual recycling bin I was fine, but Erin was cheesed with me. I'm begining to understand Larry David. More than understand actually, I think my psyche is morphing into something similar to his. I'm not so sure that's a good thing, but who knows.
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The Descendents
The Descendents
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
I was feeling whistful for the Good old days. I love the Descendents. I'm so glad they got back together.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Ann Coulter
Ann Coulter
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Ann Coulter... Now that's what I call a compassionate conservative. Happily, Her 15 minutes of fame are just about up!
10/02/04 Debate... What debate?
I listened to NPR's coverage of the US presidential debate last night. It was a pleasant debate. At least on the surface. There was a seething undercurrent, but it was carefully masked by a thin veneer of pleasant platitudes.
This was a chance for Kerry to really come out swinging. Instead, he smiled a lot, and kinda tried to fire a couple of pot shots, but never really connected on anything. Not the way he could have. Bush was an easy enough target.
I sat and waited for the knuckle duster, the full on sucker punch, and got nothing for my patience. He skirted around using strong, aggressive, and ultimately pointed language, and lolly gaged in trying to make his points. It was like watching a church committee try and decide whether they should serve lemonade or orange punch at the next family social. There was no commitment. Just lip service.
Bush is really lucky that he didn't have to weather the kind of storm that could have come his way. It's no big secret that public speaking is not his fortay. He's got a kind of "Pervert got caught in the porno shop" skill set. Full of um's and ah's, and repleat with mixed, and quite often confusing metaphors. Kerry should have riled him a little, and set a few verbal bear traps. Indeed, Mr. Bush is a very lucky man.
But the biggest disappointment is that it all seemed like a Coke vs. Pepsi taste test. "Do you like the shiny red can? or the shiny blue can?"
Given the amount of slander, libel, and character attacks, that this campaign has bandied about , I expected a show down at the OK corral. A real Godzilla vs. Mothra battle. What I got, was far far far less.
I (and I don't think I'm alone here) wanted this debate to be very much like two rhinos having a pissing contest, trying to mark their territory. It needed to be a clash of near galactic proportions, especially now In the post 9/11 era. Regretfully it was not. This election should be more important to both parties than it currently appears. There is more at stake here than a leadership race. Literally, the fate of the freedoms we enjoy are at stake, not to mention what (in addition to How) decisions about both international and domestic policy will be made.
Sadly, the after effects of this election will change the entire planet. We, likely will still feel it's impact for generations.
My country is laced very tightly to America, but we smartly (and smugly) passed on The war in Iraq. We Canadians seem to know a looser when we see one. Happily, we also tend to root for the underdog.
For the record, I like the shiny red can best. It tends to give me heartburn though.
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This was a chance for Kerry to really come out swinging. Instead, he smiled a lot, and kinda tried to fire a couple of pot shots, but never really connected on anything. Not the way he could have. Bush was an easy enough target.
I sat and waited for the knuckle duster, the full on sucker punch, and got nothing for my patience. He skirted around using strong, aggressive, and ultimately pointed language, and lolly gaged in trying to make his points. It was like watching a church committee try and decide whether they should serve lemonade or orange punch at the next family social. There was no commitment. Just lip service.
Bush is really lucky that he didn't have to weather the kind of storm that could have come his way. It's no big secret that public speaking is not his fortay. He's got a kind of "Pervert got caught in the porno shop" skill set. Full of um's and ah's, and repleat with mixed, and quite often confusing metaphors. Kerry should have riled him a little, and set a few verbal bear traps. Indeed, Mr. Bush is a very lucky man.
But the biggest disappointment is that it all seemed like a Coke vs. Pepsi taste test. "Do you like the shiny red can? or the shiny blue can?"
Given the amount of slander, libel, and character attacks, that this campaign has bandied about , I expected a show down at the OK corral. A real Godzilla vs. Mothra battle. What I got, was far far far less.
I (and I don't think I'm alone here) wanted this debate to be very much like two rhinos having a pissing contest, trying to mark their territory. It needed to be a clash of near galactic proportions, especially now In the post 9/11 era. Regretfully it was not. This election should be more important to both parties than it currently appears. There is more at stake here than a leadership race. Literally, the fate of the freedoms we enjoy are at stake, not to mention what (in addition to How) decisions about both international and domestic policy will be made.
Sadly, the after effects of this election will change the entire planet. We, likely will still feel it's impact for generations.
My country is laced very tightly to America, but we smartly (and smugly) passed on The war in Iraq. We Canadians seem to know a looser when we see one. Happily, we also tend to root for the underdog.
For the record, I like the shiny red can best. It tends to give me heartburn though.
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Friday, October 01, 2004
10/01/04 Complicating the Complication...
I didn’t sleep very well last night. I’m not sure what compels me to stay awake. While all good people are asleep and dreaming, I stare blankly at a blinking cursor. Flashing at me, taunting me. It has a strange hypnotic quality to it. Maybe that’s what Microsoft really wants. People turned into zombies by it’s omnipresent and all powerful eye... the cursor.
It used to be that I would turn my brain into mush in front of the television. The slurring of moving pictures, and pretty shiny lights slowly melting away my need for independent thought, distilling resistance down to it’s lowest power setting.
But I digress, My closest friend in Calgary (Other than my wife...) has moved to Toronto, and I am feeling a little lost. I am the last one of the 4 who is left here in Calgary. Shane, Peter, and finally Brett have all made the journey to Ontario. I’m feeling out of sorts about that.
I have agreed to a few new gigs. Wed the 6th of Oct, in Calgary @ Yuk Yuks. Tues the 26th , in Lethbridge, and there are some guest spots in there as well.
More to come later.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
09/30/04 just some old data that needed to be deleted...
I have often enjoyed watching the chicanery of the "Bar" scene. Watching dopey, currently under employed I.T. professionals try and outwit the legions of fake titted & fake tanned bar stars, (and their muscle bound, mathematically challenged Alpha male counterparts.) in a hopeless quest to knock boots. There should be a television documentary about it. You know the kind, hosted by some stuffy British Sociologist. We need to get to the root of this mindless skronk fest.
Before I met my wife, I used to frequent these social backwaters, mostly to fuel my smug, self serving sense of humor. It’s a fun game to watch. Esp. When you get to hear the lies we tell one another. My favorite lie, is this... "I love you like a friend..." followed quickly by, "you’re like a brother / sister to me."
This is plain old fashioned dishonesty. Just tell the truth. If you ever hear someone say that kinda crap at a bar, you should call them on it. Do what I did. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to over hear you, but I have to ask, why are you lying to him? He seems like a big boy, I bet he could handle the truth. He might even respect you more for it." The guy nodded in agreement.
"This whole dating thing could go a whole lot more smoothly if we played it a little more honestly!!!"
He nodded again. She just looked at me like I killed her puppy... and started to sputter.
I have to admit, I’m no angel, and I’ve said and done my fair share of doozeys on people. (but, usually when provoked...)
I remember once, after being set up on a blind date by an acquaintance, I wound up going to a "new" country bar. It’s was a fairly typical meat (sp) market. It had all the trimmings, The Big voice DJ, The watered down Budweiser, and the crappy cowboy theme. I knew things weren’t going well (mostly due to my loathing of Country music. To me It sounds like someone swinging a cat, and wallowing in it’s misery.)
But I digress, The date (as such) went horribly, yet brilliantly wrong. This little Bar starlet, decided to tell me about her perfect mate. (Here is where the shit really hit the fan.)
Starlet: "Um... yeah so like, I wanna guy who drives a sport utility vehicle."
Me: "Why? What’s wrong just having a car?"
Starlet: "Cause it means he makes a lot of money... like a doctor, or something... and he needs to own a big house..."
Me: "I see... so it’s about the money?"
Starlet: " No... well kinda I guess... Does that sound bad?"
Me: "Does it sound bad to you?"
Starlet: "No...What do you do anyway?"
Me: "I perform therapeutic abortions..."
Starlet: "WHAT?"
Me: "Yeah, so if you or any of your other shallow, ignorant, idiot friends ever needs a discount..."
SLAP!!!
Me: As she walked away, "You are the most shallow, morally vacant person I have ever met!!! It makes me sad to think that there are actually people like you out there. God forbid you look for a compatible mate. Gold Digger !!! Get used to disappointment!!!"
Starlet: Turns back toward me, "Fuck you!!!"
I have never felt more libertated that I did at that exact moment. I realized there was nothing for me in that type of environment.
Every now and then, when I wind up having to go to a bar like that, (for a birthday party, or a work function...) I like to spot the people there who are in the same boat as I am. The people watchers. They seem to know the lay of the land. It’s a small group, but a wise one.
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Before I met my wife, I used to frequent these social backwaters, mostly to fuel my smug, self serving sense of humor. It’s a fun game to watch. Esp. When you get to hear the lies we tell one another. My favorite lie, is this... "I love you like a friend..." followed quickly by, "you’re like a brother / sister to me."
This is plain old fashioned dishonesty. Just tell the truth. If you ever hear someone say that kinda crap at a bar, you should call them on it. Do what I did. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to over hear you, but I have to ask, why are you lying to him? He seems like a big boy, I bet he could handle the truth. He might even respect you more for it." The guy nodded in agreement.
"This whole dating thing could go a whole lot more smoothly if we played it a little more honestly!!!"
He nodded again. She just looked at me like I killed her puppy... and started to sputter.
I have to admit, I’m no angel, and I’ve said and done my fair share of doozeys on people. (but, usually when provoked...)
I remember once, after being set up on a blind date by an acquaintance, I wound up going to a "new" country bar. It’s was a fairly typical meat (sp) market. It had all the trimmings, The Big voice DJ, The watered down Budweiser, and the crappy cowboy theme. I knew things weren’t going well (mostly due to my loathing of Country music. To me It sounds like someone swinging a cat, and wallowing in it’s misery.)
But I digress, The date (as such) went horribly, yet brilliantly wrong. This little Bar starlet, decided to tell me about her perfect mate. (Here is where the shit really hit the fan.)
Starlet: "Um... yeah so like, I wanna guy who drives a sport utility vehicle."
Me: "Why? What’s wrong just having a car?"
Starlet: "Cause it means he makes a lot of money... like a doctor, or something... and he needs to own a big house..."
Me: "I see... so it’s about the money?"
Starlet: " No... well kinda I guess... Does that sound bad?"
Me: "Does it sound bad to you?"
Starlet: "No...What do you do anyway?"
Me: "I perform therapeutic abortions..."
Starlet: "WHAT?"
Me: "Yeah, so if you or any of your other shallow, ignorant, idiot friends ever needs a discount..."
SLAP!!!
Me: As she walked away, "You are the most shallow, morally vacant person I have ever met!!! It makes me sad to think that there are actually people like you out there. God forbid you look for a compatible mate. Gold Digger !!! Get used to disappointment!!!"
Starlet: Turns back toward me, "Fuck you!!!"
I have never felt more libertated that I did at that exact moment. I realized there was nothing for me in that type of environment.
Every now and then, when I wind up having to go to a bar like that, (for a birthday party, or a work function...) I like to spot the people there who are in the same boat as I am. The people watchers. They seem to know the lay of the land. It’s a small group, but a wise one.
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Wednesday, September 29, 2004
09/29/04 The things that make no sense...
I'm having a good day. I slept late, and I think it did me some good, but I still feel tired. I'd kill to feel dynamic again. Sometimes I think I'd be happier if I worked at Starbucks, or some other Job where I had no authority, but that feeling passes quickly.
Maybe I should swing a hammer for a living. I read an article once, that suggested people that worked hard labour jobs tend to be happier. I'm not sure if I believe it, but it's arguement did sound plausable.
Work is busy, but is humming along nicely. I like the sound of the call centre when it's buzzing. It feels productive. Almost like a bee hive. There are a bunch of wackos here. I like them... well, most of them. Some of them push my buttons. I think they do it deliberately, just to see how I'll react.
For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling confused. This too shall likely pass soon.
I'd kill for a cheese burger right now, but I'm trying to be good, and not shovel crap into my body. It's hard. I love cheese burgers, but I want to be healthier. I guess I just need to suck it up. Hopefully I'll get that nicotene demon of my back soon too! I guess I'm just as resistant to change as everybody else. Who knew?
more to come
Maybe I should swing a hammer for a living. I read an article once, that suggested people that worked hard labour jobs tend to be happier. I'm not sure if I believe it, but it's arguement did sound plausable.
Work is busy, but is humming along nicely. I like the sound of the call centre when it's buzzing. It feels productive. Almost like a bee hive. There are a bunch of wackos here. I like them... well, most of them. Some of them push my buttons. I think they do it deliberately, just to see how I'll react.
For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling confused. This too shall likely pass soon.
I'd kill for a cheese burger right now, but I'm trying to be good, and not shovel crap into my body. It's hard. I love cheese burgers, but I want to be healthier. I guess I just need to suck it up. Hopefully I'll get that nicotene demon of my back soon too! I guess I'm just as resistant to change as everybody else. Who knew?
more to come
09/29/04 Mediocre shows and People who talk to themselves...
It's late... Again!!!... Above my apartment, it sounds like someone is stomping around with castanets. My neighbours are weird. Very weird, Some might say spooky. At least they are better than the idiots that used to throw keggers all the time, and hurl their biscuts over the balcony. And Castanets win hands down over the neighbour that plays Pat Benatar's "Hit me with you best shot" at 7:30am... Every Morning at 7:30am!!!
The show was okay tonight. The new stuff did well, 3 for 4 jokes. Not too shabby I must say.
I went for coffee with Brett, before he bails for Toronto, (I will miss him greatly.) While we were sitting there, a woman came in. She was completely schizophrenic. She was listening to some sort of rap in her walkman, and snarling like she was speaking in tounges.
It was hard to ignore. It was this syncopated gibberish, that had a lyrical tone to it. I found it fascinating. This poor wretched woman, twitching and belting out this song of oddity. Brilliantly sad.
I couldn't look at her. I'm not sure why.
Well it's time for bed.
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The show was okay tonight. The new stuff did well, 3 for 4 jokes. Not too shabby I must say.
I went for coffee with Brett, before he bails for Toronto, (I will miss him greatly.) While we were sitting there, a woman came in. She was completely schizophrenic. She was listening to some sort of rap in her walkman, and snarling like she was speaking in tounges.
It was hard to ignore. It was this syncopated gibberish, that had a lyrical tone to it. I found it fascinating. This poor wretched woman, twitching and belting out this song of oddity. Brilliantly sad.
I couldn't look at her. I'm not sure why.
Well it's time for bed.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2004
09/28/04 I've got a guest spot and I'm not afraid to use it...
I'm going to Yuks tonight, armed with a battery of new jokes. I can't wait... I feel like a kid at Christmas. I've tried 2 of them once before, but I've had time to mull them over and tinker. Muahahahahahha... My act is getting darker again, and it feels great.
09/28/04 Nazi Dating Service... LIke the world isn't full of the inbred and lazy already...
I was surfing around, when I tripped over the Aryan Singles page. This is a website dedicated to helping Klanspersons, Nazis, Aryan Nations types and assorted Skinhead fuckwits to find dates.
Now I realize that every human on earth has needs from time to time, but this is a bit silly. But then again to keep the "white" race pure, you need to make sure the gene pool is nice and shallow. Mind you, I guess it would be hard to pick up chicks on MSN or AOL with an AD like this:
“SWMN (single white male nazi) Seeks that special racially pure someone... Do you like moon light walks? Family Cross Burnings, and hate Ethnic minorities? Have you always thought the jews were up to no good? Then I’m the Skinhead for you. Must share “Christian” Values and be family minded. No fat chicks!!! Email me at Jewhaterforjesus@deathtozog.com”
It brings a tear to my eye, (and my sides are splitting...) Imagine all those lonely Klansmen out there hating in the name of Jesus. Who will be barefoot and pregnant in the double wide, grunting out little white crackers? Who will fetch some vittles for their Aryan Nations sugar daddy, esp after a hard day of lynchin’.
Let's face it. keeping the negro down is hard work. You need someone who understands, and is there with your slippers, and a little back rub.
I guess I was just raised differently, but I don't understand this whole White Power nonsense. The notion that my race is better than any other is insane. It also seems rather hokey. The thought of getting dressed up in a Nazi uniform complete with all the goofy little insignias, to celebrate one's race by marching with a police escort, would be like taking a hooker to the Lilith Fair. Completely out of touch with reality.
Then again, one need only look at where all this comes from. The David Dukes of the world need to have someone to blame. "It's the jews that have destroyed our education system,and control all the banks... (sound familiar? Surely it's not Republican party, of which Duke is a member...) The blacks are responsible for all the violent crime in our socitey (not the hillbillies that lynch, and rape and destroy property, nor the unwise tax cuts that have derailed the American economy, while making it easier for the white man, and just a little harder for the brown skinned man...) and Immigrants take all our jobs... (Immigration policy dictates that ecomonic immigrants have to start new business, and most do!!!)
These people don't realize it's their own hatred and ignorance, that's actually killing them and their way of life. Unfortunately, all it really is, is fear. Fear of change, and the inability to adapt.
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Now I realize that every human on earth has needs from time to time, but this is a bit silly. But then again to keep the "white" race pure, you need to make sure the gene pool is nice and shallow. Mind you, I guess it would be hard to pick up chicks on MSN or AOL with an AD like this:
“SWMN (single white male nazi) Seeks that special racially pure someone... Do you like moon light walks? Family Cross Burnings, and hate Ethnic minorities? Have you always thought the jews were up to no good? Then I’m the Skinhead for you. Must share “Christian” Values and be family minded. No fat chicks!!! Email me at Jewhaterforjesus@deathtozog.com”
It brings a tear to my eye, (and my sides are splitting...) Imagine all those lonely Klansmen out there hating in the name of Jesus. Who will be barefoot and pregnant in the double wide, grunting out little white crackers? Who will fetch some vittles for their Aryan Nations sugar daddy, esp after a hard day of lynchin’.
Let's face it. keeping the negro down is hard work. You need someone who understands, and is there with your slippers, and a little back rub.
I guess I was just raised differently, but I don't understand this whole White Power nonsense. The notion that my race is better than any other is insane. It also seems rather hokey. The thought of getting dressed up in a Nazi uniform complete with all the goofy little insignias, to celebrate one's race by marching with a police escort, would be like taking a hooker to the Lilith Fair. Completely out of touch with reality.
Then again, one need only look at where all this comes from. The David Dukes of the world need to have someone to blame. "It's the jews that have destroyed our education system,and control all the banks... (sound familiar? Surely it's not Republican party, of which Duke is a member...) The blacks are responsible for all the violent crime in our socitey (not the hillbillies that lynch, and rape and destroy property, nor the unwise tax cuts that have derailed the American economy, while making it easier for the white man, and just a little harder for the brown skinned man...) and Immigrants take all our jobs... (Immigration policy dictates that ecomonic immigrants have to start new business, and most do!!!)
These people don't realize it's their own hatred and ignorance, that's actually killing them and their way of life. Unfortunately, all it really is, is fear. Fear of change, and the inability to adapt.
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Monday, September 27, 2004
09/27/04 OF all the world's evils...
The saddest thing in the world is that the next statement is true. George Bush will win the next election. I hate it, you hate it, but it's true. John Kerry is a flake. A flakey flake flake. The flakiest flake that ever flaked a flake.
We are overwhelmed by the mixed messages. There is a myth that the media is Liberal. Nothing could be further from the truth. The media is big business, and big business loves Dubya. That is a concrete fact. Nothing (sadly) Michael Moore can do or say will change that fact. (And he knows it too, because that's why he targets us. The average schmo.)
The big problem is that the left doesn't know how to fight on Dubya's terms. They (republicans) don't fight fair. And worse still, they have done a brilliant job at fracturing the left. We are so busy infighting, that we can't do a credible job fending them off. They have twisted language to a point where Liberal might as well mean Pinko, or Commie. They have convinced 50 percent of the entire population of the United States that Democrat means Liberal, and Liberal means Government and taxes and worst of all Clinton. (who really was about as conservative as it gets.)
We bicker, and they remain steady in the polls. What does that tell you. SAD!!!
We are overwhelmed by the mixed messages. There is a myth that the media is Liberal. Nothing could be further from the truth. The media is big business, and big business loves Dubya. That is a concrete fact. Nothing (sadly) Michael Moore can do or say will change that fact. (And he knows it too, because that's why he targets us. The average schmo.)
The big problem is that the left doesn't know how to fight on Dubya's terms. They (republicans) don't fight fair. And worse still, they have done a brilliant job at fracturing the left. We are so busy infighting, that we can't do a credible job fending them off. They have twisted language to a point where Liberal might as well mean Pinko, or Commie. They have convinced 50 percent of the entire population of the United States that Democrat means Liberal, and Liberal means Government and taxes and worst of all Clinton. (who really was about as conservative as it gets.)
We bicker, and they remain steady in the polls. What does that tell you. SAD!!!
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Gary Busey
Gary Busey
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Never mind Bush or Kerry, Gary Busey should become the President of the United States. That would be brilliant. Imagine that kind of chaos!!! What terrorist would dare mess with Gary Busey? But he needs a good running mate. Perhaps Christopher Walken?
Busey / Walken in 2008!!! on the independent ticket.
President Busey... that has a nice ring to it... Hail to the chief!!!
09/26/04 Gary Busey is everywhere...
Last night was the strangest television experience I have ever had. On three different channels there was a Gary Busey movie. Then, when I flipped to The Comedy channel, "I'm with Busey" was on. It was truly strange.
I have to say, "I'm with Busey" is fantastic stuff. The kid who came up with this idea, hit the jackpot. Busey is insane. There are no ifs ands or Buts, he's a complete loon. Last night they were on the hunt to find aliens and replilcants. Watching Busey sniff some guy's head to try and figure out if he was a "replicant" was soooo funny. That guy is seriously fucked.
This has become my new favorite show.
I have to say, "I'm with Busey" is fantastic stuff. The kid who came up with this idea, hit the jackpot. Busey is insane. There are no ifs ands or Buts, he's a complete loon. Last night they were on the hunt to find aliens and replilcants. Watching Busey sniff some guy's head to try and figure out if he was a "replicant" was soooo funny. That guy is seriously fucked.
This has become my new favorite show.
09/26/04 Sunday Mayhem...
Well, so far today, I have had 4 people cancel, and 5 people call to say they are going to be late. What is going on today? This is highly irregular! It strikes me that there needs to be a bit of a shake up around here. I'm not impressed.
I slept well, but not long enough. When I left, Erin was still conked out cold. She's funny when she decided to sleep in. She was so groggy. I kissed her, and she just kinda muttered, "HaVe a GoOd Day" and then rolled over. I think she needs a new job. At least that way she won't be wasted tired all the time.
I think I need a new job too.
I slept well, but not long enough. When I left, Erin was still conked out cold. She's funny when she decided to sleep in. She was so groggy. I kissed her, and she just kinda muttered, "HaVe a GoOd Day" and then rolled over. I think she needs a new job. At least that way she won't be wasted tired all the time.
I think I need a new job too.
XwingNavy
XwingNavy
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
I thought this was kinda funny. I, like so many people, love Star Wars.
ME
ME
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
See the black rings around my eyes. They never seem to go away.
09/26/04 It's late and I should be sleeping...
Damn, I really wish I slept better. It's nice and quiet right now. You can hear a pin drop in the apartment. The only noise, aside for me typing, is the sound of the fridge, humming along.
I have to work tomorrow. Work on a Sunday. I really hate that. Such is the nature of the day job. Most of the time I kinda like my job. Not on Sundays!
I hope the shift is uneventful. Apparently today had some bumps. Thankfully I wasn't there. Too much stress. I should sleep. I think I'll crawl into the arms of my beloved. God I love her. She seems to make sense of so many things.
Earlier, I was feeling kinda crabby, and She called me on it. I tried to get a good bicker on the go, But she was having none of it. She knows me well.
Well, off to bed, maybe my eyes will stay closed for a while.
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I have to work tomorrow. Work on a Sunday. I really hate that. Such is the nature of the day job. Most of the time I kinda like my job. Not on Sundays!
I hope the shift is uneventful. Apparently today had some bumps. Thankfully I wasn't there. Too much stress. I should sleep. I think I'll crawl into the arms of my beloved. God I love her. She seems to make sense of so many things.
Earlier, I was feeling kinda crabby, and She called me on it. I tried to get a good bicker on the go, But she was having none of it. She knows me well.
Well, off to bed, maybe my eyes will stay closed for a while.
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Saturday, September 25, 2004
On the Beach
DSC02095.JPG
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
This was taken the day My friends Emerson and Robin got married. It was freezing, and then it started to rain. By the time the reception rolled around I had a cold. It was fun though...
torture
torture
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Sorry, I couldn't resist posting one more. This one is funny cause it's true!!!
dissent
dissent
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
I really think it's great that people are making new propagada posters. Tounge and cheek? Yes, True? A resounding Yes!!!
stream
stream
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
I found these pictures of Joe Strummer. it looks like they came from a contact sheet. They have an average schmo quality about them. I thought I'd post them.
09/25/04 Wide awake in Calgary... OR... Trying to Type With Dirty Glasses...
It's 1:10 am here. I have been recovering from one Satanic migrane. It felt like a winged monkey was purched on my shoulder, howling and shrieking in my ear all day. It's taking longer and longer for the anti migrane drugs to work. I guess I have built up a tolerance to them. Anyway, I feel better (ish) and decided to try and write for awhile.
I'm listening to one of my favorite CD's of all time. Talking Heads - "Stop Making Sense" For some reason this album is quite soothing to me. Between that and London Calling by The Clash (not to forget Husker Du's Candy Apple Grey,) I think my youth was defined. We had the best parties, listening to records, and sneaking out for beer (with fake ID) and making out in the basement with the lights out. It was a more simple time.
I used to love the all ages shows. I played in a couple of Punk bands (Okay... more like loosely affiliated friends than bands...) It always sounded more like we all syncronized our watches and went into different rooms. That didn't matter though. It was all still brilliant fun. Sometimes I wish I had a time machine, just to go back for a minute, just to peek.
My life is great. I'm happy as a clam, but I miss that innocence. It's kinda funny looking back at it. So many raw emotions running wild. It's a little cartoonish I guess, but It used to make me feel like Superman. Sooo much shit that came out of my mouth. Not that I was alone there. I remember how I and my group of friends would spout the most intense absolute rethoric, convinced (or maybe trying to convince ourselves) it was gospel.
Each of us went off on our own, scattered into wildly different directions. Mr. Angry (the brilliant), The Ska lovin' Cowboy (the fiesty), The night Owl (that would be me), Gravy Bird (the wisest of all) and The Pan (Some people call him the Space Cowboy). I love them all. So many things almost tore us asunder, yet we always managed to piece it all back together.
Funny, none of see each other with any frequency anymore, yet we manage to talk to each other every day. Except the pan... He's unplugged himself from our merry band of Idiots. Hopefully one day, he'll find his way back. I know we all miss him.
For the record, I still feel like Superman, but with grey hair, and a knee bone that clicks in the winter.
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I'm listening to one of my favorite CD's of all time. Talking Heads - "Stop Making Sense" For some reason this album is quite soothing to me. Between that and London Calling by The Clash (not to forget Husker Du's Candy Apple Grey,) I think my youth was defined. We had the best parties, listening to records, and sneaking out for beer (with fake ID) and making out in the basement with the lights out. It was a more simple time.
I used to love the all ages shows. I played in a couple of Punk bands (Okay... more like loosely affiliated friends than bands...) It always sounded more like we all syncronized our watches and went into different rooms. That didn't matter though. It was all still brilliant fun. Sometimes I wish I had a time machine, just to go back for a minute, just to peek.
My life is great. I'm happy as a clam, but I miss that innocence. It's kinda funny looking back at it. So many raw emotions running wild. It's a little cartoonish I guess, but It used to make me feel like Superman. Sooo much shit that came out of my mouth. Not that I was alone there. I remember how I and my group of friends would spout the most intense absolute rethoric, convinced (or maybe trying to convince ourselves) it was gospel.
Each of us went off on our own, scattered into wildly different directions. Mr. Angry (the brilliant), The Ska lovin' Cowboy (the fiesty), The night Owl (that would be me), Gravy Bird (the wisest of all) and The Pan (Some people call him the Space Cowboy). I love them all. So many things almost tore us asunder, yet we always managed to piece it all back together.
Funny, none of see each other with any frequency anymore, yet we manage to talk to each other every day. Except the pan... He's unplugged himself from our merry band of Idiots. Hopefully one day, he'll find his way back. I know we all miss him.
For the record, I still feel like Superman, but with grey hair, and a knee bone that clicks in the winter.
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Thursday, September 23, 2004
09/24/04 Feeling hale and hearty...
Lately, I feel like my rudder has been hauled out of the water. My job is okay, my Career is okay,and my marriage is great. Yet I feel restless. I feel like I'm on the hunt for something more. This blog seems to take a lot of my free time, and It helps to fill a void. I guess in a way, it's helping me to feel like the things I need to say, have a place in the world. Like I'm standing up to be counted.
The media constantly tells us we live in dangerous times. I agree, but not for the same reasons they bandy about. I'm not afraid of the boogey man, no matter what name he's called by these days. I don't look behind me at night, I refuse to nest because someone tells me to, and I Speak my mind freely.
I'm afraid of foolhardy governance. I'm afraid of People making decision that are supposed to be in my best interest. I'm afraid of people I didn't vote for deciding my fate as a citizen. (The G8 and WTO are excellent examples.)
I find it hard to sleep at night. I always have. I worry. Oddly, not about my own personal problems, but of the things that truly frighten me. Things I have no control over. I used to vote defensively. I will no longer do so. I'm tired, of feeling that the lesser of two evils will suffice. It will not!
I will object and be heard. I will stand and be counted. I encourage everyone who has ever felt the way I do, to take a stance and to not be afraid. The government takes services away from us and we do nothing. They cut education budgets and we do nothing. They cut healthcare and yet again we do nothing.
Then like a school boy with a shabby report card, they have the nerve to tell us there's a surplus. Without services, it's easy to have a surplus. If you have no overhead, It's easier to save money.
They told us it's because of debt that we had to tighten our belts. Artificial Debt. Acrued by very same people (literally) and no one saw fit to throw them out of office. Government is supposed to be of the people, by the people and for the people, and yet it fails in it's principle mandate with embarrassing regularity.
Regardless of Government chicanery, we as citizens are the ones to blame. Voter apathy is a record heights. (Which is exactly what these people want!)
The attitude that "My vote doesn't count." Doesn't wash with me. Because your vote does count.
Once day in the former East Germany, someone woke up and said "I've had enough of that fucking wall..." So he called a friend, and then another and another, until enough people stood up and said "NO"
That was in a country that restricted freedom. This isn't
Let's get our shit together.
End of transmission.
The media constantly tells us we live in dangerous times. I agree, but not for the same reasons they bandy about. I'm not afraid of the boogey man, no matter what name he's called by these days. I don't look behind me at night, I refuse to nest because someone tells me to, and I Speak my mind freely.
I'm afraid of foolhardy governance. I'm afraid of People making decision that are supposed to be in my best interest. I'm afraid of people I didn't vote for deciding my fate as a citizen. (The G8 and WTO are excellent examples.)
I find it hard to sleep at night. I always have. I worry. Oddly, not about my own personal problems, but of the things that truly frighten me. Things I have no control over. I used to vote defensively. I will no longer do so. I'm tired, of feeling that the lesser of two evils will suffice. It will not!
I will object and be heard. I will stand and be counted. I encourage everyone who has ever felt the way I do, to take a stance and to not be afraid. The government takes services away from us and we do nothing. They cut education budgets and we do nothing. They cut healthcare and yet again we do nothing.
Then like a school boy with a shabby report card, they have the nerve to tell us there's a surplus. Without services, it's easy to have a surplus. If you have no overhead, It's easier to save money.
They told us it's because of debt that we had to tighten our belts. Artificial Debt. Acrued by very same people (literally) and no one saw fit to throw them out of office. Government is supposed to be of the people, by the people and for the people, and yet it fails in it's principle mandate with embarrassing regularity.
Regardless of Government chicanery, we as citizens are the ones to blame. Voter apathy is a record heights. (Which is exactly what these people want!)
The attitude that "My vote doesn't count." Doesn't wash with me. Because your vote does count.
Once day in the former East Germany, someone woke up and said "I've had enough of that fucking wall..." So he called a friend, and then another and another, until enough people stood up and said "NO"
That was in a country that restricted freedom. This isn't
Let's get our shit together.
End of transmission.
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B0002OERI0.01.LZZZZZZZ
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
This album is the best thing that Green Day has ever done. I gave up on them years ago... But a Punk Rock Opera, I have to admit, I'm hooked!!! This will be on my ipod for quite some time to come.
09/23/04 Some comedy sites...
One of my favorite Comics:
http://www.lewisblack.net/
And a good spot for new stand up:
http://www.comedyspeak.com
http://www.lewisblack.net/
And a good spot for new stand up:
http://www.comedyspeak.com
bush
bush
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
For some reason I thought of these Talking Heads lyrics when I saw this picture....
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? ...am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
My god!...what have I done?
bushbook
bushbook
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Notice that Georgie's book is upside down!!! That explains so much
toypresidents02
toypresidents02
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Funny, He looks like the real thing. I bet He's about as compassionate!!! I wonder if he is AHEM... anotomically correct?
limbaugh
limbaugh
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Rush Limbaugh... Here's another enemy of Democracy. His recent racist comments aren't too endearing either!!!
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