Short(!) Story

She left cigarettes; I remembered Dad.

HaPPy BiRthDay RaNdY!!!!!!

Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Avast me hardy's! Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day! Arrrrrrgggghhhh...'tis on this day alone when a scurvy 'ol pirate might have a chance against a ninja...arrrrrggggghhhhh

I'm Angry

You can tell by the title That I'm Angry not because the Chargers lost 2 staright, or my Fantasy Football team who had the #1 pick has also lost 2 staright, or that I only got $120 bucks for officiating a bunch of JV volleyball games. No I'm Angry at the Alaska Government. Not at Sarah Palin (hottest VP Candidate) or anything like that. I'm angry at the PFD department. Who last Wednesday sent me a letter stated they needed more info about my reloctaion and living in Alaska. Now that's okay and all but that Friday was the day people got their checks in direct deposit or today by mail. If you didn't know what PFD's are they are a check that Alaskans get for the drilling for oil in Alaska. This year the check would be $3,269.00 that's including a $1,200 bonus for energy costs. I originally sent them a one-way airline ticket I used to get here back from 2006 but they needed more. Proof of employment prior to 2007, movement of household goods, proof of having a home here, etc. None of that applies to me. I got my Alaska license in 2007 when I got a real job in March. I use my Parent's mailbox. But I did apply for a full-time job up here before 2007 at the Medical Center he wrote a letter and I just sent it out today so hopefully that's enough so I can get my check. Hopefully it's enoug I can't call their office cuz their phone is always busy. They really pissed me off becuase now I can't come there in october which is what I was planning to do. Don't mess with me and my friends. But I will come once I get my check and can work out my travel arrangements. So I just needed to tell you that if you haven't heard. Well gotta read my Basketball rule book. Hope to see ya guys soon.

Flamming Gorge

Aj i want you to paint this for me

San Clemente

Text Messaging

As a sort of social experiment, I'm giving up text messaging. Even though every time I try to make a cell to cell call, its almost guaranteed that the call will be dropped. Anyway, if I don't answer your texts, don't be offended. If it requires a response, I'll call you. Or you can call me.

Its the end of the world as we know it...

The Large Hadron Collider or so called Big Bang Machine in Cern, Switzetrland is scheduled to be turned on tomorrow. There are those that believe that the machine will create microscopic black holes that will expand and gobble up the planet. In fact, creating black holes is exactly what the machine was designed to do but scientists believe that they will pop in and out of existence and therefore do not pose a threat. Does this make you nervous? Don't worry, it will be a month before the particles reach full speed. (0.999999999 times the speed of light)

Am I propagating the worst possible scenario just to entertain? Maybe. If not though, I'll catch you all on the flipside.

A short trip

I have occasional, brief, but slightly dangerous departures from sanity that tell me, loudly, not to go into work the next day, take the money we've saved and live on the road for about a year. I'll probably be okay tomorrow. But not now.

Shit!

Got to write fast! I was preparing to type this entry by writing some beforehand notes. (The other day I recommended a Taiwanese kid at my school to write, by hand before even touching the computer, what he wanted to express in his short essay about Chinese economy and how their economy affects the kajillions of young Chinese, and then type--how old-school is that? So, I am deciding to practice what I preach. We'll see how it works.) The notes read thusly: TV->Fantasy->school->horror. Interesting. But right after I wrote the notes, and thinking of a clever title I accidentally pressed the "enter" button thereby creating a blank post.

So I apologize to those of you who saw this instance of unprofessionalism. I would hate to think that you thought that my increasingly diminishing word count in my posting finally dipped to nil.

I watch very little TV these days. I have decided that TV only reminds me of things that I cannot have, like a brand-new BMW, NFL Game Ticket on DirecTV, and Jackie Johnson. If I do watch the ol'tube it will be for one of three things: DVDs of dope movies (some of which I will describe at some length in a couple of grafs), the Simpsons (and Family Guy but I don't go out of my way) and what my good friend Chrib calls the best and original Reality TV: sports!

That said, I am elated at the new NFL season breaking. I own two Fantasy football teams, one of which I drafted myself and am hoping to come in the money, which for me potentially could help handle two car payments this year. Fantasy football singlehandedly restored my love for football, which began in the sixth grade after my dad took me to a Raiders-Broncos game at the Coliseum. After witnessing madness all around me (you'd be surprised at how far a fan can throw a 9V battery) and a guy named Bo run circles around men much bigger than he, I was hooked. Then Al Davis moved back to Oakland and the rest was history. Until there was Fantasy.

Luckily the network at school allows me to access Fantasy Football, which could be viewed as a gambling site, which along with pornography, dating sites and "malicious content" are blocked by the programs monitoring net use at Southwestern Academy. However, I can still google "boobs" and voila nudity. Go figure. The kids come back this coming week, at which point my summer of fun ends. However busy I will be with Westridge kitchen in the day and resident ass-kicking a noir, I am looking forward to it. I am ready for it. Anyway I was really freaking myself out lately with my recent make-up session with Netflix due to a class-action lawsuit winnin me a free month of the service thus re-hookin me on the 'flix.

I mean I Netflixed the entire oeuvre of Dario Argento. He is the master of all horror, I don't care what anyone says... everyone: Carpenter, Craven, Hooper, they all copied him. so I am looking forward to the campus being re-populated and feeling less like late-night Crystal Lake. My fave of his has to be Rosso Profundo ("Deep Red"), so friggin cool and Italian and...red. The only thing about his films I don't like are that the victims are so victimized and helpless. I mean that's pretty Kosher for horror, but I mean what the fuck? Fight back, bitch!

Hey it was nice to see some of ya for Joe's birthday.

listenin to neil young's "don't let it bring you down" (live at massey hall) on Pandora.

I used to skate

I skated all wrong. To start with I'm goofy footed, plus while most skaters push off with their back foot using the front foot to lean the trucks in the direction they wanted to go, I always pushed with my front and used my back heel slightly on the tail to control my direction while pushing. This allowed me to keep my trucks extra tight for more stability when landing. I also felt like it kept the weight off my front wheels so there was less of a chance of me flying into the pavement if I hit a pebble. I went through a lot of trucks that way. I'd make them so tight that either the rubber would burst or the washer would blow out. With trucks at about $25 apiece and no form of income, buying new trucks every few months was no easy task.
If there is one thing I miss about my early teens, and believe me there ain't much, its skating. I was good, sort of. We skated on big wide boards that fit your whole front foot on the front, so flip tricks were pretty damn hard.
Back then, there was no such thing as chicks who liked skaters, at least not at Pasadena High School. Still though, I wish I had kept skating. It was good excercise and good for agility.

Okay if you aint tried Pandora.com yet (click here)

Go there now. It's nice I like it you will too.
specially Pete. (happy birthday mon)