Saturday, September 08, 2012


A kid in a yellow go-kart burned me on the raceway...

So I spun him out.

Thursday, September 06, 2012

A Dream or a Nightmare

I was pulled out of third stage REM sleep this morning by the alarm, and I was grateful.

I had a dream that war was imminent. As in, they're a mile a way and they're coming here. My job was to secure a house, not my house but I'll call it that. I had my niece Angelina with me and we moved everything down to the crawlspace, food, water, bedrolls, lights, kitties, everything you'd need to survive a siege, and waited.

My niece drifted off to sleep on her bedroll and I became bored and restless.  I wanted to see what was going on outside, so I crept out of the hatch and went down to this dry creek bed where we were setting up defensive positions.  My brother was there and we talked for a little bit.

Then I looked over my shoulder at the house, at the field around it, and I saw them, our enemies.  They weren't soldiers but civilians, armed with all kinds of farm implements and such, scythes, pitchforks, stuff like that.  They were closer to the house than I was and I panicked.

I started running toward the house.

"Where you going?" my brother shouted after me.

"I have to go get Angel," I said.

And that's when the alarm went off.  Man, was I grateful when I woke and realized it was all a dream.  The fear, the panic, the sheer terror....that was real.

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Douchebag Award

This guy sounds like a real winner:
Ryanair boss Michael O’Leary called thousands of his passengers “idiots” in a furious rant yesterday.

He said customers who turned up at the airport without a printed boarding pass were “stupid”.

He also insisted anyone who did not like the rule could “bu**er off”.

His attack came after mother-of-two Suzy McLeod complained about being hit with £236 worth of fees
when she arrived for a return flight home without printed boarding cards.

Passengers using the budget carrier are expected to check in online and print their pass up to two weeks in advance.

But because Mrs McLeod was in Spain over 15 days and staying in a rural villa without internet access she was unable to do so.

Her plight prompted no sympathy from Mr O’Leary yesterday, who blasted: “Mother pays £200 for being an idiot and failing to comply with her agreement at the time of booking.”

He went on: “We think Mrs McLeod should pay 60 euros for being so stupid.

“She wasn’t able to print her boarding card because, as you know, there are no internet cafes in Alicante, no hotels where they could print them out for you, and you couldn’t get to a fax machine so some friend at home can print them and fax them to you."
I mean, I'm grateful for the honesty. It does confirm some suspicions.

But how did this guy become CEO of an airline without ever hearing once the maxim "The customer is always right."

And hey, you want to charge a fee, fine. 200 Euro, though? For printing out tickets. How is that even remotely fair?

I do love his "failing to comply with her agreement" bullshit. Oh, the one in fine print? The one that would take 2 hours to read? The one that basically says "This is how I'm going to legally arrange the transaction to my benefit."

Fuck off.

I don't care what it says in the fine print, implicit in any business arrangement is this: "I agree to do business with you if you agree not to rip me off." What's so hard about that?

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

Weird Attractors


I was listening to the new Testament record...again, to a Scorpions cover they did called Animal Magnetism.  I'm not familiar with the original, so I go to Youtube to check it out.

First comment:

I am here because of Testament ...

Sunday, September 02, 2012

Aftermath of a Crime

It's been so weird having the neighborhood in the news in the aftermath of the theater shooting.  Here I am reading an article in the New York Times and they have photos of some local landmarks.

Nick's Liquors, a dump of a place that doesn't even have cigarettes.
On many days, Mr. Holmes could be seen cruising home slowly down 17th Avenue on his BMX bicycle toward the red-brick apartment building where he lived on the third floor, his body arched casually, his gangling frame almost too big for the small bike, a Subway sandwich bag dangling from the handlebars. 

Waiters and sales clerks recognized him. He washed his clothes at a nearby laundry, took his car for servicing at the Grease Monkey, bought sunglasses at the Mex Mall and stopped in at a pawnshop on East Colfax Avenue, perusing the electronics and other goods for sale. 

He favored a Mexican food truck in the mornings, buying three chicken and beef tacos but refusing sauce, and at night he sometimes dropped by Shepes’s Rincon, a Latin club near his apartment, where he sat at the bar and drank three or four beers, a security guard there said. But he spoke no Spanish, and other than placing his order talked to no one.
I'm pretty sure I know which food truck they're talking about.

Reading bout the Mex Mall in the New York Times.....what a weird world.

This Seat's Taken

I didn't watch any of the Republican convention, not even the highlights.  Even out of curiosity, I don't really need to hear the sales pitch.  I already know who they're working for, and it's not me.

But I did hear a lot about Clint Eastwood's bizarre appearance and held off watching a clip of it out of respect for the man.  I don't care if he's a Republican.  He's an icon, a modern day renaissance man.  But I finally watched it, and while it wasn't as bad as I thought, it was pretty bad...

I love Obama's response, though, which he posted on Twitter with a caption that says, "This seat's taken."

It's the political equivalent of a slam dunk off an alley oop.  In your face!