Knee Jerk

Well, now my internet has been out this morning so I have been playing. Jennifer left to pick up my anti-psychotic meds at the drugstore, so I stayed home and played and played and played. I worked on an old song of mine called "Knee Jerk" that I really am fond of. I recorded some of it in Audacity thru my old Zoom Effects Processor. I did it while Jennifer watched Seinfeld too. I just had to use headphones on my lightsnake and I couldn't listen to other tracks while I played so I just used the on board drum machine. It sounded awful like that, but I plan to use a real drum machine later on. I'm probably going to have to sing on this one, but I don't like the thoughts of that too much. We shall see. The lerucks go like 'is:


अशिष्ट पता नहीं, मैं नहीं
जड़ता का अस्तित्व
रुको, चुंबकीय
प्रतिरोध
मैं हाथ में दर्द के साथ सहमत हूँ
विचार
क्या अंधेरा

वापस प्रकाश
की
छाया नाइट
कर्मचारी
अगर तुम सच में हमें डराना चाहते हैं
हम डर में छोड़ दिया
मुझे डर है कि दुनिया
मुझे नहीं लगता कि वहाँ कोई संबंध नहीं के बीच में है

तुम मेरी सुरक्षा कर रहे हैं
तुम मेरे हो बैसाखी
मेरी बाहों हैं
और आप और अधिक की आवश्यकता
यह संभव है
आप देख सकते हैं
आप कर सकते हैं
मेरे निचले बाएँ

Happy birthday to you

Why do I feel the way I do about the happy birthday song? Everyone knows it, and it is what everyone sings, but there is some kind of copyright on it and someone gets money for it. What is that about? Why is that the only birthday song I even want to hear? Others make me mad, especially if they involve clapping. Someone needs to step up and promote one of these other songs because I am sick and tired of the one everyone else knows. Just promote one that doesn't have clapping in it please.

Coincidence

Ever feel like there is no chance in hell you will ever be successful? Like you are destined to be poor, hurting, overworked, underpaid, trapped, sickly, talentless, uneducated, uninteresting, boring...woah, as I was typing this, I realized I am just in a bad mood because currently the internet is out and I am typing on a notepad. I shall copy and paste this for you all to read... woah, looks like my cable and internet just came back on as I was typing this. That is freaking strange! I am definitely going to post this now. It is currently 10:41 on Friday April 23, 2010. This is Flight Officer Michael Scott signing off.

Freedom, yeah right

I am not too happy today. I do not want to work today. I am bummed out. I don't understand why we have to always go to do some stupid repetitive task that we hate to do, just so that we can make money. I understand that we have to do something, GOD I understand that. Look above this post, it says "Sometimes you just have to do it". I just don't want to go somewhere where I am always told I am not doing a good enough job and I am surrounded by people that don't really like me, just a little bit and everybody has a fake happiness and fake niceness that can almost be taken as sarcasm and that makes me mad! I just want to spend my days with someone that makes me happy and is supportive and that I don't ever feel like is thinking of ways to eliminate me from my position. I just want to be free. I am really having a problem today. I was off on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. I know. You are like Good lord you should be thankful that you have a job like that. I am. I have the best insurance you can get and not be illuminated. I just don't like the work. They compensate you well for the unholy bucket of crap that they pour on you. God why do we feel it necessary to endure such a living, when all we want out of life is the most basic of things? My ankle is hurting really bad lately and I think it was broken when I fell, but the walk-in clinic that I went to for the follow up rushed me out because they thought I was seeking pain medication. I am going to see my doctor in a few weeks and will discuss this then. It's been over 6 months and even a bad sprain should have healed by now. Well, gotta take a shower and all that crap, so see you later. Thanks for reading!

bee buzzing at me

what if bees were an advanced society like ours and they devolved into what they are now
they have such a complex society maybe they don't feel the need to do have suv's anymore. They have the important stuff-food, shelter, reproduction-down their food is awesome and never expires, but they don't have anything else. They mastered the important stuff and decided not to do anything else because it doesn't matter. We worry about all this stupid stuff, but bees just do their thing. They don't even care that they are working.
The bees society doesnt need all the crap, they cut the crap, you see. They are basic masters. They eliminated all the stuff that made them unhappy. We are not advancing because all of our junk makes us unhappy.

robovine

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YouTube - Su-47 Berkut

Yes, this is a real warplane!


The Sukhoi Su-47 is probably my absolute favorite design, having forward canards and forward swept wings. This design looks incredible and performs surprisingly well. At low or high speeds, it is highly manuverable and very stable at extreme angles of attack. It is truly a shame that the design didn't catch on. Especially when it's performance is top notch. The Su-47 could have been a real threat with it's 30mm cannon and 14 missile hard points (2 wingtip, 6-8 underwing and 4-6 mounted on the fuselage).

YouTube - Mig 29

YouTube - Mig 29

Oh, dear.

I have spent a lot more time here lately and upon reading some of my old posts, I found many spelling errors. My favorite one so fare, and the reason I am blogging this crap to you all now is:

Blaim.

I did correct it.

I guess I just get so passionate about certain things and then I start with the typing faster than I can talk and when I do that I overlook little spelling errors. My only question is why do I not just click on the little "ABC"[Check] button here to check for any spelling errors before I click [Publish Post]? Who knows. I just hate that someone could have read that blog entry and thought that I don't know how to spell 'blame'. I guess I should'nt care. In fact nevermind this, I am going back to that post and I am going to un-fix it now. I might even "un-fix" some correctly spelled words in other posts. Guess what? I didn't spell check this one either! You can raed tihs cnat you? As lnog as my fsrit and lsat leetrts are creocct tehn you can raed it.

Snuff Daddy

I really have to say that I do not like music television. I am always left irritated. It's like plastic fake formula pop that wouldn't even draw flies. It is a product of marketing research and social experimentation. Mind control. Image and fashion consciousness all the freaking way down to "Rock the Vote". Yeah, kids! It's fun to vote for who we tell you to, even though it may not really matter in some situations. On one hand we have country music. Put on your cowboy hat and your cowboy boots and get in your SUV. I mean really, this is so ridiculous now. I don't want to offend anyone and the same kind of shit can be said about the shit I listen too. Country music is like, just sing it like you have some chewing tobacco in your lip and gum, (Click here for instructions on how to dip properly), put on your sexy cowboy hat, rip the sleeves off of a dirty old denim shirt and don't button it up all the way, but tuck it in your super tight blue jeans. now make sure your blue jeans are not tucked in your boots. Now your good to go. Oh, wait! get you a guitar and play rhythm and sing with your dip in your mouth. Sing like your country or something. You can cover any song and sing it this way and you'll be great! Now on the other hand is Hip-hop. This is just basically the same lyrics with different music by Timberland or whoever. Now add in a few unknown guests "Feat." and have the guys just talk-sing in monotone with the beat with their mouths full of penut butter and act as stereotypical as the country singers do. Now lets get all derteh Saowth on they ass! the perfect blend of country and hip hop. Studies show that most people in fort oglethorpe GA like country and rap at the same time. country and rap. I guess I have said all that I need to say about that. I just get so tired of listening to this junk sound that is designed to screw your mind over. These marketing people know what exactly to sell and how to sell it and who to sell it to. They know you and I better than we know us. They know our spouse better than we do. They use key words and actions. It's all symbolic and these people are doing some weird things to us all. Anyway, what would I expect while listening/watching this crap on the tv. I haven't the right to complain. I should just be quiet. Thank you for your time.

Root beer. God I love root beer.

Well now I am having some weird kind of reaction to taking my medicine late today (4 hours) and time is really going slowly. My lunch break is eternal. Wow. This stuff sucks! I hate medicine. I do not want anything to screw up with my perception of time like that. Or do I?

A as in "Apple"

You know how when you are talking to someone on the phone and you are spelling something to them like 'apeshit', you say "a as in apple, p as in peter, e as in egg, s as in sam, h as in hello, I as in igloo and t as in tom"? I think it would be funny if you would use slightly uncomfortable words instead of "Apple" and "Tom" such as "s as in spank" etc. You can fill in the blanks. Go to this website for some more great stuff to use. Here are some examples that we came up with before we found the website...

A as in Adult

B as in blow

C as in Cuffs

D as in doggy

E as in erect

F as in feel

G as in gag

H as in hump

I as in insert

J as in juicy

K as in Knob (my personal favorite)

L as in Lube

M as in massage

N as in nasty

O as in oral

P as in pleasure

Q as in quiver

R as in rub

S as in spank

T as in tease

U as in Uvula

V as in vibe

W as in wet

X as in Excited

Y as in yank

Z as in zipper

'Flixin' to play better!

I have been playing a lot more lately. I have started to expand my horizon as far as playing the git'tar goes. Funk. Rockabilly. Western swing. I love it. Sokolow? is my teacher and Ive learned a little bit. Thanks to netflix, I have been getting DVD lessons and hitting pause a lot. You know how much I like sound effects and all, but I am playing with nothing but the tubescreamer and really digging it! I don't plan on composing anything in this style now, but it could happen some time. I did get an autowah Boss pedal for the funk playing and it is a lot of fun. Sounds pretty good, but you know how some people are about gear. Besides, how would those people feel about a no-legged guitar player that could not 'wah a wah wah? Dorks!

This 'wig is wack!

We were visited by one of these little guys today. It's called an earwig. They don't really lay eggs in your ears. They actually lay their eggs in your nostrils where the larvae get better access to your brain. Once the larvae hatch, they begin the long process of boring through the skull to reach the pineal gland. Once there, they begin feeding. The host may first experience a large number of nosebleeds. Once the larvae are thru the skull, it is only a matter of time before the host becomes a "zombie".

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gnat halo

I have really strong feelings for these insects. What is it they want? Do they want in my head? My eyes? My mouth, nose, ears? I sit. They flicker and frolic around my face and flick their feelers around my nostrils. Crawling behind my glasses, over my eyelashes. I swing, they dodge. I swing again. They are an unstoppable force of nature. I finally accept their presence, which is seemingly the only solution to their unrelenting swarming, yet nothing changes. Do they want to die in my nostril? Do they want to absorb the heat from my body? Do they want to drink the evaporating liquids from my body? Do they want to eat my flesh? Do I smell like food? Do I smell dead? Am I diseased? Am I rotting? Am I carrion? They do not bite me. They do nothing but pester me. Is it their job? Who hired them? God? The Devil? Chaos? Gaia? Does it matter? They are here to stay and might very well be here long after we are gone. I might as well just deal with it and quit bitching. Here goes... He's kinda cute, isn't he?

Tostalada Project

(Some Assembly Required)

Used to, when the mood struck me, I'd have a can of those Hormel beef tamales. Since I started this whole diet thingy, I have only had tamales one time and I will never again have them. (Nasty!) Oh, I meant to say that we diet on Thursday and up until Sunday night at midnight. That is when the power eating starts. I don't really end up eating much, though and have since the beginning of this, really learned to control my portions and simply not eat like I used to. Furthermore, I simply cannot eat as much as I used to because my stomach has shrunk. So I go hog wild on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and I haven't had tamales but one time?! Here's why...





When I found this out, I got a sickening feeling. I felt like some kind of fiend. Sick, sick, sick. This is bad for me. Soooo... Jennifer and I came up with something new. We call it:

TOSTALADA (Tos-ta-la-da)

What you need:




Item A: 2 Tostada shells. Because I am being very specific here, take a look at the picture below so you know exactly what product I am talking about. If you can only find the yellow bag and not the red bag of the same product, it is okay. It will work just fine. To be honest, we still have not figured out what the difference is between the red bag(pictured below) and the yellow bag.

Item B: "B" is for beans! You can use whatever brand of refried beans you want to use. You really can't go wrong as far as I am concerned. Keep in mind that the beans are completely optional. You can get real crazy with toppin's but beans are where I draw the line here, but Jennifer does not like the whole refried beans thing, so she doesn't get any of them. I get whatever brand I see first so long as it is not "Fat Free". Why? My personal little statement, but more on that later. Much later.







Item C: "C" is for cheese.  Slice (single) inside.  I've tried Borden 2% cheese before with positive results.  Shredded on top.  We always get the "4 cheese Mexican" blended cheese.





Item D: I have very strong feelings about enchilada sauce for some reason and have tried many different brands and short of just making our own enchilada sauce, we have settled on one. Keep in mind I am being VERY specific here and you might as well just forget it if you cannot find this brand. Unless you make your own enchilada sauce. See the below picture!!!

Item E: Sour Cream. You can do the whole Dollop of daisy or whatever.





Item F: "F" is for black olives!

How to make a tostalada

Take Item A and sandwich Item B(Item B should be pre-heated up so as to not be disgusting!) and C. Top it with some more of C and bake in the preheated oven (350 degrees) for like 10 minutes or so. Watch the Item A to make sure it doesn't burn or catch fire because It can really catch fire big time! When the edges of the Item A's are slightly browned, the Tostaladas are finished. Take them (it) out and put on a plate. You should have been like heating up Item D on the top of the stove or with a lighter or something and keep in mind this stuff can stain pretty good so be careful with your doilies! Pour the Item D all over the top of the Tostalada and make sure to put some extra on the plate so that when you get on into that tostalada, you have some more Item D for it. But before you sink your teeth into that delicious tostalada, don't forget to top it off with some o' that ole' "E" and "F". It's so freakin' good, I'd give you a video of me eating it, but I have issues with that. Oh yeah. Issues. I have no idea how many flex points this has in it and I don't care. I could not think of life without these delicious treats. I usually have 2 of them too. Sometimes without item "B", "E" or "F". Below is a diagram of the Tostalada construction.

Rubber Nipple Salesmen

*knock knock knock knock knock knock*
*several deadbolts, chains and other locks unlock*
*Door creaks open slightly*
Mr.Horse: *Peeks from behind door*Do I know you?
Ren: I don't think so. Would you like to take a look at some fine rubber nipples?
Mr.Horse: Did my wife send you?
Ren: No sir. But you look like someone who could really use some rubber nipples.*notices Mr. Horse is wearing rubber body suit, rubber gloves on his hooves and a tight rubber cap on his head*
Mr.Horse: How do I know you're not from the FBI?
Ren: Sir, I can assure you, we are only salesmen-
Mr.Horse: *Screaming*Alright, so I made a mistake. One mistake. Can't a man start over? Do I have to keep on paying? Huh? *leans over into Ren & Stimpy's faces* Maybe I should make another mistake, Maybe two more.
Ren: *Shaking with fright* Please sir. I think one mistake is plenty. Just let me show you what is inside here.*Reaching into suitcase*
Mr.Horse: *Arms raised and eyes closed, flinching*Don't do it man. I'm not armed.
Ren: We really just want to sell you some rubber nipples. See?*Ren Holds aloft a large rubber nipple in Mr. Horse's face*
Mr.Horse: *flinches, peaks, flinches again, peaks again and finally takes a look* Oh! It is a nipple.*Laughs*Oh, what you must think of me. *Rests hoof on hip with a grin* Forget everything I said. So...nipples, huh? *Hoof to chin* Hmmmm...No sir, I don't think I have any use for rubber nipples. *Pauses* But, I'll tell you what though. *Reaches behind door and pulls out a walrus by a hair on it's head and holds it at Ren & Stimpy in a threatening manner* Do you have any rubber walrus protectors?
Walrus: *Whispers* Call the police!

Now I have not seen a dead bunny in a long time. Last time was while standing in the front yard of my parent's house saying goodbye to some people that were trying to get me and my sister to come to their church. Our cat "Simon" was dragging a rather large dead Hare thru our front yard towards the door. The carcass was as big as Simon and he had worked a very long time to get it home. Great timing Simon. You know how cats just dissapear? Simon just dissapeared. I like to think that cat is out there somewhere still killing bunnies and chipmunk families. Little fucker. I saw another dead bunny today. This one was runnover by a car. What a horrible thing to see on Easter Sunday. Maybe the driver of the vehicle was named "Simon". That would be pretty cool. Animal death. Do they care? Is it just us that contemplate such things? I guess it doesn't matter anyway. Just random Easter thoughts. Have a devil'd egg! Happy Easter!

Yep Here I am

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1 yeer of the little blue peel

Well I just realized it has been like a year since I started this stupid medicine for ADD. I can feel that it is a stimulant and so I only take them during the day. I am on like 6 a day now. They amke me happy do so i can work on the things that are ther

Ballad to a wigged dog

A+ Mustard

I had an experience today with Inglehoffer Sweet Hot Mustard and I have to say that it was a delight. I have always liked mustard but this stuff is amazing! A perfect balance of sweet and hot makes this the perfect condiment for dipping fries or topping an all-beef frank.