Friday, December 30, 2005

New avatar and I'm feeling good

Changed my avatar to Bruce Willis from Moonlighting. I feel that David Addison is my alterego. I wrote all about it on a posting awhile back.

Anyway I'm feeling good. I just bought a portable DVD player with my 100 dollar Target gift card. It's pretty cool. It will be good for my trip. I could even watch movies when I take a bath. WOW! That would be cool.

I find it very difficult to save money for this trip. I don't think that I've even been spending money I shouldn't. I mean maybe just a little. You know I did buy my Sirius radio. I also spent money on Christmas gifts. I know that I will have the money to go on my trip when the time comes. If need be I will sell my DVDs. I keep thinking that I am going to have alot of extra money and then when the time comes, I find out that I have bills that are due. I'm sure it will all work out. That's what I keep telling myself.

It's that time again, and I have to go back to work tomorrow. I will not be able to go to the regular new years eve party that I've gone to the last couple of years. That is fine though, no big deal. I like to see all those people, but I can wait.

Well it's getting late and I have to be headed home. Maybe later before I go to bed I'll watch an episode of Moonlighting while taking a bath. Jealous much?

I know, I have no life. That's fine with me. Stress free and no worries.

Lonely yes, but happy as a pig in sunshine.

My grandma used to say that.

Sorry the posting is short, but I'll write more on Monday.

Enjoy life and be glad that you are alive. Have a wonderful day doing whatever you are doing today. We are only on this planet for a short time, so make the best of it.

I love everyone, except bad people and phoney people.

Smile :)

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Memoirs of My Christmas

First off, I hope that everyone had a fabulous time this holiday season. I had a fucking blast. On Christmas morning my boss, the owner of the company, gave me 200 dollars. That was so awesome because I wasn't expecting anything from him. Then at about 830 Christmas morning I was at Mrs. H.' house, and we all opened gifts. It is so fun watching the kids open gifts. It makes me smile. I had a suprise of my own from Mrs. H. She bought me a stocking and filled it with stuff. Roche chocolates, gift cards, Hershey's chocolate bars, and bath salts. So AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!
After that I played with Rylee and got ready to go to my aunt's house. My aunt had called me on the 23rd and asked when I was coming over to their house. I told them that I didn't think that we were doing anything until the end of the month. She said that she changed her mind and that they were going to cook food. She explained that I could just come over for a couple of hours and then go home and sleep. You see I had worked a 16 hour shift on Christmas eve. I wasn't going to get any sleep until the afternoon of Christmas. So, my aunt calls me when I was at Mrs. H.' house and says that they just woke up and that I shouldn't come over right away. I told her that I was playing with Rylee and I would be over later. I got over to her house at about 2 pm, and my uncle told me that they hadn't even started on the food. I explained to my uncle that I had been up since the day before at 230pm. He didn't say anything to that. I went ahead and stayed until the food was ready. I thought that it would be ready soon. We exchanged gifts and then I talked with my cousin until it was time to eat. From my aunt and uncle I got a 25 dollar gift card from Starbuck's and a 25 dollar gift card from AMC movie theater. At 645 pm the food was ready. After eating, it was 745 pm and I left and headed over to Mrs. H.' house. I had left my work clothes over there. On the way there, I realized that if I went home and slept, that I would be have been worse off. So I stayed up and hung out with Mrs. H. and her family. It was fun. We then played Trivial Pursuit and I went to work.

Work was fine until about 4 am. I really was tired at that point. After I got off of work, I went to get the free tickets for Santa Village. My boss gave me the tickets and a Christmas card that he didn't have the other day when he gave me the 200 dollars. On the way home I opened the Christmas card and in it was a 100 dollar gift card from Target. WOW! That's cool.

I went home and went to bed. HEAVEN.

I woke up and went to Mrs. H.' house. We went to pick up our friend Mary, and then go to Santa Village. Mary and her husband Cameron got me camping stuff. A hatchet, a knife, a multie tool, another knife, and an LED light that goes on my head for when I'm cooking or in the tent. I just now thought that that would be good for reading in bed. Oh also, one of the knives locks into the handle of the hatchet with a magnet.

At Santa Village we all had a blast. I gave Taylor money to have fun with, and went on some rides with Rylee. I got to ride the Mega Drop. That was awesome. I really enjoyed that. I rode it with Taylor twice. I rode the spinning coaster with Mary. That was cool because the roller coaster car just moves which ever way gravity takes it. So when you turn, you car is still facing forward but you are hanging over nothing while the car goes sideways. It was so cool. We all had fun and were completely exhausted when we were done. They went to bed and I'm writing this.

Other then missing sleep by going to my aunt's house, this has been a kick ass Christmas. Oh yeah, I got a covered wagon night light from my dad. It is cool because I always get the weirdest gifts from my dad. I never know what to expect so Christmas is always interesting when it comes to my father. Also from my friend Frank, who is also a supervisor at my work, I got a 25 dollar gift card for Big 5 sporting goods and a box of chocolates.

Such cool gifts from everybody, and I am happy. I realize that I need to give credit where credit is due and open my mouth when I'm not happy about something. Meaning that I should have told my aunt that I had plans with Mrs. H. already and that I wasn't going to go to their house until the end of the month. I should have not worried in my head about them being hurt about me going to Mrs. H.'s house and not theirs. I should have explained that I enjoy playing with Rylee, and hanging with the Hoil family. Plus that I needed my sleep. I had made my plans accordingly and would have slept if I had not went to my aunt's house. They would have understood, and if they didn't then fuck them. The Hoil family has dome more for me then anyone else, other than my father. He knows how important they are to me, and they should realize it also.

Soon though, they will be living in Prescott, Chip will be living somewhere else, and I won't see them out of convenience. Although, I could do that now, but I don't. For some reason I feel close to my aunt. Then again she's a fucked up individual that lets her son walk all over her. I should just come to the realization that my family is fucked up. The only person I need to be in contact with is my father. That would be good enough. Will I do these things? I hope so.

A couple of things to leave you with......

Braless women rule, meaning boobs rule.

A child's laughter is the best sound of all.

O. J. did it.

The Rolling Stones and Bruce Springsteen are overrated.

Thanks everyone for reading this long ass post. I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. I love you all, like always. Mrs. H. thank you for everything. You are the light of my life,
the pain in my ass,
the thorn in my side,
and the one that makes me laugh.

You have a big heart, and I'm glad that I'm your friend.

Have a good day everyone.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Stocking Up?

A week before Christmas, and I'm not in my normal Christmas cheer. Why is that? I still have a couple gifts to get. Maybe that's when it'll hit me. Don't really know, but I'll find out. I'm in good spirits though. Although I did just realize that I have to work on Christmas Eve and Christmas. 16 hours each day. We don't have any extra guys to cover it. Oh well, it's time and a half and it's Christmas. It's worth it.

On Tuesday I'll go shopping and start wrapping gifts. That should be when I get into the Christmas spirit. I'll buy some eggnog and play my Christmas CD. It should be fun. I think that I may even buy myself a stocking. I know it sounds stupid, but I haven't had a stocking since 1989. I used to have one that said Boo Boo on it. That was the name my family called me. It may be childish to have a stocking, but they are fun. Plus I don't have a tree or any Christmas decorations. That would help. The trouble is trying to suprise myself with the things I would put in it.

Now I'm thinking that I may be crossing a line. I may be passing into pathetic territory. I could just tell myself, "I'm buying this for the stocking." I know that you are saying, "Well yeah, that's the only way to do it." I was going to maybe close my eyes and pick something.

Okay, I'm in pathetic territory. I should leave and give up the dream. Eggnog and a Christmas CD is fine.

Merry Christmas everybody.

Big smiles.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Virgin Mary, a giant ape, and my death

If you think about it, the Virgin Mary could've just been cheating on her husband. She ends up getting pregnant and then when he asks her how that happened because she's a virgin, she tells him that it was a miracle. An angel came down from heaven and it was an immaculate comception. He being naive, in love, and a dumbass, is so happy for her. He has no idea that she has been cheating on him. That's fucked up.

Then again, it could just be a MIRACLE. They say he walked on water and turned water to wine. Immaculate conception or cheating whore?

Saw King Kong today at the Cina-capri. It was so awesome. The movie lasts 3 hours, but doesn't seem like it because of all the action. You don't see Kong for about the first 45 minutes, but when you do see him, he is amazing. At first you watch him and think wow that's really good special effects. Shortly after that you forget that he is a special effect. The interaction between him and Naomi Watts is so heart warming that it makes you cry. Yes I cried. So powerful in emotion, and thrilling in the action, that it is a good old fashion movie. The love interest that is the most exciting is Kong and Naomi Watts. She is supposed to be in love with Adrien Brody, but you can feel the love between her and Kong. So great. There were a couple of things that I could've done without, but all in all it was a good movie.

Before the movie started I saw a preview for Miami Vice the movie. It looked cool. I was a fan of the original t.v. show and can't wait for the movie. One of my favorite directors is directing it, Michael Mann. He produced and created the original. The movie stars Colin Farrell as Crockett, and Jamie Foxx as Tubbs. Michael Mann also directed Collateral, The Insider, Ali, Heat, The Last of the Mohicans, Thief, and Manhunter. If anyone I know wants to borrow these movies let me know, I would love to share the experience of them with you.

Also saw a preview for Mission Impossible III. I can't wait.

Now the thing about mortality is that we are only on this earth for a short time, and we should make it count. I'm 34 years old, and if I'm lucky I'll live to be at least 100 years old. That means that I have 66 years to have fun and enjoy my life. It's kind of sad, but we don't think about it. People don't think about death, it's an uncomfortable subject. I didn't write this to make you think of death. I wrote it so you would enjoy life.

Seize the day.

Smell a flower.


Have a lovely day.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

No morals?

The other day I had figured out a good idea for my mother's Christmas gift. She says that she has cancer. Now the weird thing about it, is that she happened to get cancer after her boyfriend died of it. Maybe it was contagious? NO, she's a fucking liar. So my idea was to tell her that I donated 50 dollars to Cancer research. I of course wouldn't really donate the money. She always says that she will send me money or that she sent me gifts on Christmas. SHE DOESN'T. Hence my gift to her. The joke then becomes two fold. Mrs. H. and I thought that it would be very funny. Our friend the ice princess didn't think so. She said that it wasn't right to use the Cancer foundation in that way and not give them any money. I informed her that they wouldn't know anything about it. She then asked me if it was okay to do bad things as long as people don't find out. I told her yes it was. She said that she thought the joke was funny, but that she had seen people suffer from cancer and that it still wasn't right to say I was donating money when I wasn't. I could not wrap my mind around the fact that she thought this was so wrong. That is when I realized that it may because I have no morals. There are things that I find offensive, but I also like to make people laugh. Therefore, I would go for the joke over being offended. I am still perplexed by why it is so wrong to say that I am donating money when I am not. It's probably because my mom lies all the time and doesn't worry about it. So why should I?

Something that bothers me, is the way the calendar is centered around Jesus. Why is he so special? I realize that I could make my own calendar or years if I wanted to. I could start the years when I was born. That means the year would be 34 A.B. Then again who am I to have the years follow my life?

I had a dream last night that I was in an empty house with a laser cannon and I was strapped in it and shooting it into space. The aliens were attacking, but I couldn't see them. I just kept firing it. I also had a laser gun in my hand that I was firing. Suddenly I saw three white dots appear in the night sky from where I was shooting the laser. Then the white dots had white streaks coming from them. I noticed that it was the aliens firing their lasers. I started to unbuckle my harness, but had a little trouble. Finally I got unbuckled from the laser cannon, and ran into the living room. I opened the door to run outside, but I saw to alien ships landing in the street. I closed the door and was going to peek outside, but then I realized that the lasers were still on their way. I ran to the farthest bedroom and waited. That was when I woke up. My heart was pounding. It was exciting. I was alive and thankful.

I find it very interesting the way that our minds work. It is like a file cabinet. When you are in R.E.M. sleep, your mind is filing the day's events. Before I had went to bed, I was reading the script of War of the Worlds. Hence the alien invasion, and heart stopping action.

My big trip is something else that is worrying me. I mean, I brought it on myself. I can't save money. I try, but not very hard. So far I only have about 60 dollars saved. Let's see, 5000.00 minus 60.00. Wow, that's only 4940.00 left. That's 1000.00 dollars a month that I have to save to have enough by May 1st. Last night I sat in front of my DVD's and thought about selling them for about 10.00 each. I would make about 3900.00 dollars by doing that. Only if I sold all of them. I know that I would hate that because I like that I have a collection. If I sold them, then I would always think, "Wow, I had all those movies." I am hoping that my dad helps me out and my aunt and uncle who are selling their house and their car very soon. Maybe they will throw me some money, but I am not counting on it. I still have my T.V. to sell if I wanted to. Plus the ebay "Sponsor my trip" idea. Who knows? I know that I hope for an easy fix, because that would be good for me. Although, no pain no gain. If I want to go on this trip bad enough though, I would save my money. The trip will definately be worth it.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.

I explain about the Virgin Mary being a cheating whore, and Joseph being a naive pussy. Virgin my ass!!!

Also, a movie review of____________.

And finally, mortality. How long will I be on this earth?

Everybody have a good time doing whatever you do.

Diva Princess, I hope things are good for you.

Mrs. H., I hope you feel better today.

I love you all.

The Goings On Inside My Head

There are several things to write about. One of them is something small, and it's not my penis. HAHA. The other day a lady at work had asked me to walk her to her car. I said that I would. I had never met this lady, so I asked the front desk what she looked like. The woman I asked said that the lady had black hair and was wearing a white suit. As I was thinking if I'd seen the lady, a woman waved to me. The woman had black hair, was wearing a white suit, and was BLACK. Now did the woman not tell me that the lady was black because she doesn't notice it herself, or was she just trying not to use race when explaining her. Don't get me wrong, I thought it was really cool. I was just thrown for a second because I was thinking, "well I saw a lady with a white suit on, but she was black." It's like the joke about a boy and his father who get in a car accident, and the doctor says, "I can't operate on this boy, he's my son." People ask, "Well is he adopted?" The point of the joke is that the doctor is his mother. When telling the joke people don't think about a surgeon being a woman. The same as there being no reason for her needing to tell me that the woman was black. It would've helped, but wasn't that important. Maybe things are changing in this world.

A question that I'll pose here, and write more about tomorrow is, "If jesus was born in 0 and died in 33, and the time before he was born was B.C. and after he died was A.D. then what was the time during his life, D.C. During Christ?"

Just a thought that we were kicking around tonight.

I'll also be writing about moral values on my next post. There's a whole story that goes with that, and I'll fill you all in on it tomorrow.

Hope you all (the two of you) enjoy your day at work.

Love and kisses on all your pink parts. Thanks for reading.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Jesus' Birthday Celebration

That's right, Christmas. Just got a majority of my shopping done. I only have 2 people left to shop for. So excited. I love Christmas. I'm not religious, but I am spiritual.

I just picked up a Sirius radio. It is so fucking cool. They have radio Korea, News from Britain, Canada radio, France, and the Netherlands. I can listen to news, NPR, music, entertainment, or talk radio. The only down side is that there are so many channels that I can't decide what to listen to. I am very happy about the purchase. I just have to mount the thing somewhere in my car. It seems that it is so revolutionary in a way that it could even take over for television. I mean Television killed radio, and now satellite may kill T.V. I just find myself wanting to listen to it in my apartment. I only bought the car version. I could take it inside but I don't have that unit.

Another thing is that I may be getting 8 hours of overtime this week. Totally awesome. The check that I just got was about $950.00 dollars. This next check should be over that. I had 14 hours of overtime last week. Groovy!!!!!

I was told to come into work at 4 A.M. this morning and work until noon. All I do is walk around the Hooter's building on Mill Avenue. They are having work done on their fire alarms, and we are to watch for any sign of fires. I do love my job at imes. :)

I am still trying to save my money for the trip. Although, it isn't going as well as I figured. I've been buying DVDs every once in awhile. That's my Kryptonite. Very bad of me. I don't know if I'm thinking that no matter what I will leave on May 1st, whether I have enough money or not. I don't think I'd do that. The problem is that I have a love of buying people gifts. I love to make people happy. I still need to sign on to Ebay and auction off the sponsorship for my trip. My aunt is not buying my t.v. anymore, and maybe that's for the best. I can keep it. It's a nice t.v.

I only have about $160.00 dollars saved. Which means that I have $4840.00 to go. OUCH! Things will change. I know that it would be alot easier if I didn't have my rent and utilities to pay. Oh well, I will figure it out. I'm going no matter what.

I love you all and I hope you have a good day doing whatever you do.

DivaPrincess you can keep Stir of Echoes because it is an awesome movie, and you will think of me when you watch it. I am glad I could turn you on to it.

Mrs. H. enjoy the music and you can listen to Howard 100 and 101 if you just find it on the website.

Talk to you guys soon.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

To be a Hero

As far as I can remember I wanted to be a superhero. I always loved Superman. He was the best for me. Batman was cool too, but Superman was stronger.

Later in life, and especially after 9/11, I wanted to be a soldier. I always liked that kind of hero. Never leave a man behind, and all that cool stuff. Kill the terrorist and shit like that. Then I realized that that was crazy. Soldiers are dying everyday, and not in heroic ways either. Although they are dying for their country, but almost in vain. You could ask the question, "What price is Freedom?" There is no price on it, and we are very fortunate to live in this country.

Then a couple of months after 9/11 I heard about what went on inside Flight 93. The men and women on that plane that decided to try and take back from the terrorists. Shortly after that I saw bumper stickers that read, "Let's Roll!" That is what an operator overheard one passenger tell another, before they all got together and attacked the hijackers. They were a group of heroes.

You realize that an everyman could be a hero if he or she wants to be. You never know what you might do until you are confronted with a situation. Real men are forged in the heat of battle. I have always believed in that.

Captain Smith of the Titanic was a great captain, but when he faced a situation, he choked.

Sometimes the heroes are the people that you don't expect. Then again sometimes they are the people that you always expect.

I just know that I feel in my heart that I would do the right thing and be a hero. I know you will all say that I would not, and I would push one of you in harm's way. I would not. Now things may be different if I was married, but I would hope not. I would then have someone else to worry about other than myself.

There is something that I wanted to write about that happened at work on Friday. One of the owners of my security company did part of a patrol for me. He wrote down what he did or oberved, and then I wrote it down later. At one of the properties he wrote that he spoke with a resident regarding security. Then, on a later patrol of the property, he wrote that there was a black male in a black VW Jetta that "said" he was a resident. "Observed him for any suspicious activity."

This made me angry, because that is racial profiling. The man was black, so therefore he may have been lying. Only black men steal. Tell that to the two WHITE guys that robbed me at gun point. Just something I thought I'd write about it.

Something else happened today that I wanted to blog about.

Tonight I was watching E.R. with Mrs. H. and a man was dying. They called his family and they all showed up. Mrs. H. asked if any of my family would show up. I realized that my friends would show up before any of my family. I know that my mom wouldn't make it, and maybe my dad would if he had a working cell phone. My aunt and uncle might, but I'm not so sure.

So then to go along with that, I was watching this movie about Flight 93 and I started thinking, "Gee, if I was going to die and had one call to make who would I call?" The answer of course is Mrs. H. There are several reasons.

She is my best friend.
I know that if she relayed anything that I wanted to tell people, she would do it word for word. (Many a time I've heard her retell a story, and it is spot on.)
I wouldn't need to share my last moments with anyone but her.
She is the only one who really cares about me.
Last but not least, she is my Leia, my Mrs. Zuko, my BFF, and I love her very much.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Sometimes you feel like a nut

For two reasons I felt like a nut this week.

One was because I was dealing with work schedule crap and South Mountain Patrol that I hate. The patrol consists of several places that you have to patrol. About 12 different places that have to be hit between 2 to 6 times within 9 hrs. After getting all the hits then you have to write a report for each place. I would just barely get all my hits in the alotted time and then I'd have to write reports. I stayed anywhere from an hour to and hour and a half finishing up. The bad thing is that I don't get paid for it. The good news is that I have 54 hrs this week. I know that you are all saying that I'm an idiot and I should have just not done some of the hits. I could have, but some of the places have to be hit a certain number of times and some of it is that I feel that I must complete the whole thing. Odd I know, but I am a Virgo. At least that is over with now and I can get back to my regular 16 hr shifts.

The second thing is because I sing really loud in my car. Like this morning I was in a good mood, because I knew that I didn't have to work that patrol for awhile. I was driving down the freeway and singing along to my Charlie's Angels soundtrack. You know I sound just like Sir Mix A-lot? It is always good to be in a good mood. I am happy and there's a smile on my face.


After finding that picture I came up with a third thing that makes me nuts, celebrity couples. I am so tired of the Bradjelina, Bennifer 2, Tomatie, and Nissica. Who cares who's buying what? Who cares who gets the furniture after the divorce? Who cares that Tom can't wait to change diapers? And who the fuck cares what they named their kid? I understand that for some reason people feel interested in celebrities, but I don't care about their lives off the set. Every once in awhile though, I will fall prey to the E true hollywood story or expose' of some sort. I enjoy the history of hollywood and the actors and directors in it, but I don't want to hear that Britany Spears was shopping at Barney's and spent $$$$$$$$. I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then again all the things I've stated above are things that I've heard. If I hated it so much why did I remember it? HHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMM?

Everyone have a wonderful weekend. THAT'S AN ORDER!!!!!!

To all the friends I've loved before
Who travelled in and out my door
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the friends I've loved before
To all the friends I once caressed
And may I say I've held the best
For helping me to grow
I owe a lot I know
To all the friends I've loved before
The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away
To all the friends who shared my life
Who now are someone else's friends
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the friends I've loved before
To all the friends who cared for me
Who filled my nights with ecstasy
They live within my heart
I'll always be a part
Of all the friends I've loved before
The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away
To all the friends we've loved before
Who travelled in and out our doors
We're glad they came along
We dedicate this song
To all the friends we've loved before
To all the friends we've loved before
Who travelled in and out our doors
We're glad they came along
We dedicate this song
To all the friends we've loved before


Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Do you work here?/ My Life

My work clothes consist of a red polo shirt and kaki pants. The shirt reads, "Security" on the upper left front pocket area. Yet, without fail, I always get the customers from Walmart, Best Buy, or Blockbuster asking if I work there. Sometimes they don't even ask that. They will just ask me where they can find something. The shirt is FUCKING red! If I worked at Walmart I would be wearing a blue vest, and if I worked at Best Buy or Blockbuster I would be wearing a blue shirt. Correct me if I'm wrong but red and blue are totally different colors.

I know what you are saying, "Don't wear you work clothes when you go shopping." Well, I'm not going to go all the way home and change when I'm right there. I wish sometimes that I was an asshole and could say, "Does this look fucking blue to you bitch?!!!" Maybe even, "I'll help you smear preperation H all over your body, because you're a pain in my ass." Of course all I say is, "I don't work here."

What a nice guy I am. It makes me sick. I would love it if every once in awhile I could slap someone. You know the stupid people that make you wait for them to write a check at the last minute in the check out line. (It's called check out, have your fucking check out before you check out.) Or the idiot parents that don't monitor or discipline their child. (Make that kid shut up, or I will slap you so hard it will hurt him.) Or the people on the freeway who wait until the last minute to get into the lane they need to be in. (How often do you drive this fucking freeway, you should have been in the lane by now.) They want to save a couple of seconds by speeding by you and then slamming on the brakes and cutting in. (I may have already posted about these stupid people.)

Speaking of Walmart, sometimes I feel elitist when I go there. I want to beat every white trash, poor couple shopping there. They just annoy me at times. I want to push over their full carts and laugh at them. Then I realize that I am one of them. Although my excuse is that I just got off of work, and they made a special trip to come here. (Out shopping at 3:30 in the morning with your newborn son, fucking priceless.) I wonder if someday I will crack. Just go off on someone. I don't think so, but it would be fun to get it out of my system.

I know that all you Psych 101 people, or Dr. Phil watchers are going to say that I should be monitored closely. You would be wrong. I think alot of sane people feel the way I do.

Now about my life. The crazy thing when I am shopping is that I listen to people and watch them. I see what movies they are buying, or listen to their conversations about movies. My friend would say that I'm a movie snob, and I would say that I'm opinionated. The other day a woman was buying The Dirty Dozen and The Magnificent Seven. These are great films, and classics. She asked, in my opinion, the worst question that someone could ask, "Do you have these movies in FULL SCREEN?"


Wished I could slap her, but alas I could not. The 17 year old female sales associate tried to help the woman find the movies in full screen, but could not find them. This is where the "movieman" in me takes over and wants to explain to the woman the history of WIDESCREEN or LETTERBOX. I opened my mouth and explained to the lady that those movies didn't come in Full Screen. I told her that other movies have both formats, but that those did not. She was a little upset, and from what I gathered the movies were for somebody else. (What woman would like The Dirty Dozen and The Magnificent Seven?) The young sales associate did inform her that she is not missing anything with the black bars being there. The woman didn't seem to care. I explained to her that any old movie before 1953 is in full screen. She still didn't seem to care too much. She wanted these certain movies. She asked me if the VIDEOS were in full screen. I informed her that they were. She then put the DVDs back, thanked me, and walked away. I know that I have tried in vain to explain my love of movies, but some of you just don't care. There is something about the way a movie was filmed, and the vision of the director that makes the original format work so well. For the above mentioned movies they are so beautiful and to see them on t.v. or video in full screen or full frame, just destroys the movie experience. Some of you may think that a movie is a movie, but when you see the comparisons of full screen and widescreen you may change your minds.

This is Star Wars Episode II, but you get the point.

The other thing in my life is that I am trying to save money for my trip. What with Christmas coming and my generosity to myself and my friends, it is very difficult to save money. I will save it, but it's slow going. I have until May 1st. The time she is a ticking away. I have a check that is coming that is overtime, plus the one that I'm in now is overtime. That will be good for Christmas. The biggest cost will be the gas. I am still jazzed about it. That's very good for me, because back in the day the dream died quick. It won't happen again.

I am working the next three days on a patrol gig. I really hate this certain patrol that I will be doing. It is 30 hours though, and that adds to the 24 that I already have for the week. So that's nice.

The other thing about my life is that it's sad in a way that around Christmas time it is just me at my apartment listening to a Bing Crosby Christmas CD and wrapping gifts. When I am wrapping the gifts, I try to not think of myself as being alone, but of the happy people that will be getting the gifts. I am not saying this for pity. I am not my mother. I am just letting you all now that sometimes I have down moments, but that my friends are there for me and I appreciate it. (I got a little lump in my throat writing that.) Of course I have my aunt and uncle, but I only go there on Christmas Eve. The important thing is Christmas Day with my BFF/Sister and her family.

I'm sure that someday things will change for me.

I will write more next Monday.

I Love you all.

Have a beautiful day.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

A mole by any other name....

I was sitting in a chair preparing for the pain. I was having a mole removed. Not by a doctor, but by a friend. Not with a laser, but with some kind of wire cutters. The mole was half connected to my back. I figured that it would be better to just get rid of it.

It all started last Thursday when I was at work. As I was getting back into my vehicle after checking in someone at the gate, I scraped my back on the door jam of my car. The mole was ripped half off of my back. It was bleeding, but I didn't know that until I got home. I was unsure if I should try to make it better, or cut it off.

After asking a few people and thinking about, I decided to cut it off. It had only given me trouble in my life, and it was only bound to continue.

So there I was, waiting for the pain. I gripped the chair and waited. I felt something happening, and no pain. I then relaxed. I asked, "Is that it?" The assassin/doctor said, "There's just a little bit more." He went at it again. That's when the pain finally showed up. He explained to me that he had accidentally grabbed my skin with the cutters. After cleaning away the blood and doing a little cosmetic touch up, I was all better. Thank goodness.

It reminded me of one of those film noir/crime movies where the bad guy has to go to a hospital, but they don't want to get busted. He calls a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a doctor that lost his license to practice medicine but will work for cheap. The guy would show up at some shitty apartment and the doctor would pull out these old rusty tools to work with. The non licensed doctor wouldn't have anything to numb the pain other than a bottle of whiskey.

Anyway, it was quite interesting. I am now all better. You never know how much something bugs you until you go without it for awhile.

My friend will say that that's how she feels about me.

All I have to say is SUCK IT!!!!!!!!!!

Love you all.

Have a very nice day.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Killers and Chocolate

The Devil's Rejects are the killers that I would be if there were no reprucussions on killing people. This is the sequel to House of 1000 Corpses. The first movie was weird, but okay. This one is way better and different than the first. I won't go into what the movie's about, because if you are interested you can look it up.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory came in the mail from Netflix. I watched it, not expecting much, and was pleasantly suprised. Johnny Depp was awesome as Willy Wonka. He brings so much to the characters he plays. I had heard that some people didn't like it, because he reminded people of Michael Jackson.

Once again, I won't go into what the movie is about. I'm sure you know. If not, you can look it up too. I never much cared for the original, but I really like this one.

These are two good movies that I really enjoyed. I definately recommend these, but they are an aquired taste.

Have a good day everyone.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

The End is When?

How convicted are you to your beliefs? I believe that people say that the world will end on 12/12/2012. What does this mean? Should I scramble around and try to be enlightened before the end times?

If I was going to be hit by a bus, I couldn't avoid it by learning everything about buses. There's nothing I can do if the end is near. Even if we die physically and ascend somewhere metaphysically, we are still dying. Some say that if I'm enlightened I will go to a higher place.

Well I don't like phoney people, and I'm not going to change my ways just to try and survive. I live the way I do, and believe in what I believe in. If there is a higher power, then they will check the true intent of my heart.

Either I ascend to a higher place, or I die. No big deal. I'm not going to live in fear until then. I'm just going to live.

Shake, whimper, and cry

I'm at work meeting a new night auditor. He puts his hand out and we shake hands. It has to be the lightest, daintiest hand shake of my life. This is not the first time I've shaken hands with a man lightly. It's never me, but always the other guy. I don't know what it is, but I've had firmer hand shakes with women.

Several of the hand shake with men in my life have been firm. Although, it seems that more often than not, I've had light ones. I'm not some kind of mountain man with an extremely strong hand shake, but it's firm enough.

When you think about it, a hand shake can determine what kind of man or woman you are. I don't mean to stereotype, but here I go.

When you get a light/wimpy hand shake, that's who that person is. Light and wimpy equals gay and weak. Now weak doesn't mean no muscles, it means no inner strength. A man who gives you a wimpy hand shake is more likely to suck your dick, than he is to take a bullet for a friend. He may not be gay, but he's weak. He could also be gay.

A woman with a soft light hand shake, is a high maintenance woman that thinks her shit is made of gold. She is also weak. She is more likely to let someone walk all over her, then stand up and fight for what she wants.

Now, a hand shake can also be too hard. This translates to overbearing or overcompensating. Whether it be a man or woman, a heavy hand shake is never good. They're being too forward, and trying to push who they are down your throat. It's just not right.

A hand shake tells it all, but you be the judge.

The Good, the Bad, and the internet

The internet was not invented for sick child molesters to find their next victims. It was invented to help people learn. I watched Dateline the other night and they were working with law enforcement to catch child molesters that use internet chat rooms. It was a disgusting thing that these perverts would show up at a house hoping the 12 or 13 year old boy or girl would let them do something sexual. That's when the reporter from Dateline would walk out of the other room. It was great! Some ran, one got so nervous he had to lay on the kitchen floor, one was so nervous his face was twitching like crazy, but all were caught on national television.

There was a 23 year old woman that was the voice/text of the 12/13 year old boy/girl. They would step in through the back door and she would tell them to wait. As they waited, the reporter would step out. They all thought that he was either the father or law enforcement. They still didn't know they were on T.V. until after he asked them several questions, and read them the transcripts of what they wrote. Several of the people were fired from their jobs. It was so fucking great! All of these sick fucks deserve to die.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

What are you?

Fire - Dominant

You're a very
confident and passionate person... You are a
warrior and will fight for those you

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Ruling God: Ares

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Monday, November 07, 2005

Music and an embarrassing moment

Music is so powerful. It can make you dance, or make you cry. Even Hitler danced to music. Music has the power to move you, emotionally and physically. About a month ago I was driving home listening to my Stevie Wonder CD and I was in a good mood. I was singing and banging on my car door to the music. What fun I was having. Then a song came on called, "Sir Duke." It refers to Duke Ellington, and talks about the power of music. That's when I decided to write a blog about it.

These are the lyrics:

Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Don't make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter A
When the people start to move

They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people

Music knows it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just won't quit
But here are some of music's pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget
For there's Basie, Miller, Satchmo
And the king of all Sir Duke
And with a voice like Ella's ringing out
There's no way the band can lose

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
I can feel it all over-all over now people

Can't you feel it all over
Come on let's feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
Everybody-all over people

It is a great song, and I know that you've heard it. It's even better if you can hear it. Makes you think.

I wonder if Osama Bin Laden ever did the Macarana?

Now for the embarrassing moment:

I was taking one of my workers to a job site the other day. He is a black man, and that has everything to do with the story. On the way to work I informed him that I listen to Howard Stern in the morning, when we would be driving home. He said that that was fine because he liked Howard Stern. I thought that that was cool. The next morning on the way home we were listening to Howard and they were playing an old tape of Sam Kinison. The first couple of tapes were funny and we were laughing. The third tape they played was a drunk Sam Kinison yelling at somebody. In the tape he yells, "Get out of here ya damn porch monkey!" I giggled a little because the argument was funny. Plus it was not a right thing for him to say and Howard was trying to stop from throwing out racial comments. Sam Kinison is not a racist, but was in an argument and that came out. Then again Freud could be right. The point is that after a very small laugh, I realized that I was not in the car by myself. There was a black man in the passenger seat. I didn't know what to do. Should I turn the station. Should I talk to him about how fucked up that was. Should I explain to him that I feel uncomfortable, and maybe open up a lengthy discussion about race. I didn't know, so I just sat there staring out the windshield and looking at the radio. I took a quick look at him, but he wasn't reacting at all. The situation subsided and we started talking later about whatever.

It's interesting how uncomfortable that situation was. I know that in a perfect world I would have giggled or laughed a little at the comment. Then again, it's a weird thing that I can be fine with this other human being, and then something comes up like that and it makes you realize that the man is a different color. No matter what they say, I don't think we'll ever be totally colored blind in this world. It would be nice, but it may take centuries.

I try not to laugh at racial jokes, because it makes me less of a man. Although, we all know people that tell racial jokes and we laugh. They always preface it by saying, "Now I'm not racist, but I heard this joke the other day." You used to try to be shocking with Mrs. H. and her husband by saying the N word. I have stopped that recently, but still I snickered at the comment on Howard Stern. It will take some deprogramming, but I think that I can do it.

I can't think of anything else right now. I'll sleep on it and write something else tomorrow.

Mrs. H. figure out what you want to eat.
Diva Princess call me or write me about Raiders of the Lost Ark.

I love you all sincerely.
Have a wonderful day.
Feel the music.
Sing in the car.
Dance at your house.
Do something spontaneous.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?

Maybe you guys want to hear this, and maybe not.
My none so slutty life is like so:

I have had sex while wearing a blindfold.*
I have blindfolded someone else during sex.*
I have had sex while watching porn.*
I have had sex while surfing porn on the Internet.
I sleep better after sex.
There are some nights I cannot sleep without sex or masturbating.
The bed is NOT my most favorite place to have sex.
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate.
I have masturbated for someone over a web cam.
I have had sex over a web cam.
I will have sex with someone I just met if they turn me on.
I have been tied up during sex.*
I have had sex with someone who was tied up.*
I have dripped wax onto a lover's body.
I have had a lover drip wax onto my body.
I have a foot fetish.
I have a leather fetish.
I have a tickle fetish.
I like being choked during sex.
I have had sex in a burning building.*
I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence.
I enjoy nudie magazines.
Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget.
I think PLAYBOY is tame, maybe even boring.
I have clicked on porn links in my email.
I know the difference between girl/girl and lesbian sex in porn.
I have watched more than one gay/lesbian porn video.
Much of what I know about sex comes from porn.
Interracial sex turns me on.
I think we should do more to understand the cultures of sex.
I would participate in sex research given the opportunity.
My current lover does not sufficiently meet my sexual needs.
I currently have a "crush" on someone of the same sex.
I have had sex at my place of employment.*
I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships.
Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac.
I am difficult to live with if I'm not having sex on a regular basis.
I sleep better with someone snuggled up next to me.*
I have had sex under water.*
I have had sex in the snow.*
I am in a polyamorous relationship.
I have to have music playing while having sex.
I have had more than ten orgasms in one night.*
I have flashed strangers.
I have given sex as a gift.*
I have set-up a three-way for my lover.
I stopped during this list to have sex.*

There's me in a nut shell. Here I thought I would feel better about myself after high school.

Anyway, here are some other things that I wanted to post.

On Sunday, I was watching 60 minutes and I found some things out that made me angry. The exposing of the female CIA operative was one them. I had heard about this before, but never in detail. The thing that made me angry was our government. It was the Vice President's secretary, or something under the vice president, that exposed this poor woman. She had a CIA front that she used to say that she worked for, and they exposed that this was a front. Her whole life was turned upside down. People that she had gotten close to are now mad and want retaliation. The thing that gets me is that other CIA operatives might have used that dummy company as a front also, and now they may be exposed. This biggest thing that pisses me off is that IT'S OUR OWN GOVERNMENT THAT DID THIS!!!!!

I mean, we now the government's bad. Who do you think killed President Kennedy? Why do you think we are over there fighting Iraq? It's all politics, but there should be a line that people do not cross. They say that the reason she was exposed is for political reasons on the part of the guy, Scooter, that exposed her. This is a bunch of fucking bullshit. Her classmates that she went to school with to become a CIA agent have never told her secret. That's fucking loyalty if you ask me. I am a person who is very loyal, and it makes me mad that our government would not be. Why bother working for a government that is not going to keep your secret or stand by you. I'm not saying that they should say, "Oh that prisoner that you have there is one of our agents. Could you let him go?" GOD NO! Then they keep the fucking secret. It makes me angry, and I hope things change when BUSH is out of office.

Next topic that was also on 60 Minutes:

A company named Weyco, had a meeting awhile back informing all of their employees that they are not allowed to have any nicotine in their bodies. If so they will be FIRED. This means that you can not even smoke in the privacy of your own home. They give you 15 months to quit, but if you don't then you are terminated. They said that there are about 20 or 25 states that can do this if they want. Bumper stickers, the people you hang out with, drinking socially, or the way you live in general can all be factors of you being fired. The scary thing is that we live in one of these states. The owner of Weyco is such a dick that he put a scale by the vending machine, so that employees will think twice before eating a candy bar. This whole thing was to cut his insurance costs, and he doesn't even know if it's saving him money or not. Another story was of a guy that worked for the company that makes Budweiser. He went out on a date one night after work. He went out to eat and ordered a BUD, but the waiter accidentally brought him a COORS. A little bit later, his bosses' son saw them there and came over to their table. The son asked him if he wanted him to buy him a beer. The man refused, but had the Coors still sitting there. The next day the man was fired. He has his case pending in court.

We the people of United States of America, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, ensure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, and promote the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do or dain and establish this Constitution of the United States of America.

Sometimes we forget where we came from. We have a great country, but we need to hold on to it.

For Stephanie:

You wore the dress that you got from ebay,
and it fit you good, in just the right way.
I notice Will and Kenny are growing up so very fast,
you want to make us food at the park, to save some cash.
Raiders of the Lost Ark will be fun, and I can't wait,
It really turns you on when someone watches you masterbate?
Sorry this poem is less than sweet, and hardly even clever,
I'm sure I'll write you another, because we'll know eachother forever.

That's all that I could think of at 4:39 in the morning. Hope you enjoyed it.

For Mrs. H.:

Not a poem for you, but a few statements. We talk when we are not watching T.V. I hope that you are not getting mad at me for some reason. It seems that you may be more agitated at me lately. That show was good. (I hope I'm not hooked.) Heard a joke on Saturday Night Live, "The new season of Real World will be shot in Detroit, and so will a couple cast members." Maybe we can go out to eat tonight or tomorrow. I would like to maybe go to Chili's or Applebee's. (Not too expensive)

Love you STD infected bitches.

Have a wonderful day.
Thanks for reading.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Hello, my friends, hello

Just got done watching The Jazz Singer with Mrs. H. It was a movie that she had watched several times in her youth. I wanted to experience that with her. It was a good movie, but I would have never watched if it weren't for the fact that she loved it. Although, now I want to see the original with Al Jolson from 1930. It was the first talking picture.

It was interesting to see the elements of a different movie that became big years later. The movie would be Pure Country, which starred another real life musician, George Strait. I believe that everyone's mother likes this movie. I know mine does. It has George Strait getting fed up with the lime light, so he just goes off and experiences life. Then people find out who he is, or someone from his other life find him. That's what happened toward the end of The Jazz Singer. Neil Diamond just walked away from his life in L.A. and became a singer in a country bar. Only to be brought back by his friend. Everyone in the movie did good, especially Laurence Olivier. I told Mrs. H. that she would have found Mr. Olivier sexy if she had seen him when he was younger.

Here are comparing pictures"

It weird what age does to you. Oh well, that's life.

Something else that I wanted to talk about is Rosa Parks. She passed away the other day. I had always thought that she was sitting in the front of the bus and didn't move to the black section in the back. The story is that she was sitting in the back of the bus in the black section, and when the bus picked up more white people they wanted her to move back even further. Basically if there were too many white people on a bus they would take over the black section. Requiring all the black people to stand. She refused to move, and the police were called. She was arrested. After this several blacks boycotted the bus. It is partially because of her that the civil rights movement started. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X began speaking and the world was forever changed. Racism still lives and it's a sad thing that the world may never be totally color blind.

On the brighter side of things, I just watched Batman Begins the other day for the second time. I enjoyed it even more than I did the first time. Then again I am a fan of Batman. Christian Bale is a very good Batman/Bruce Wayne. It had heart, action, suspense, and a bit of humor. I hope that they keep doing them like this, gritty and realistic.

The bad news for me is that I've recently bought Batman Begins, Kingdom of Heaven, The Warriors, Stir of Echoes, and Titanic 3 disc set on DVD. I've said that I am not buying DVDs anymore, and the only truth so far is that I'm not buying as many as I used to. Most of these were bought with money that my aunt owed me. I know that I could have saved it, and that would be that much more money that I would have saved. I feel that I am doing so much better than I used to be. I have definitely decided that I will be leaving on May 1st. That is final. That will give me enough money to go on my trip and be comfortable. I know that you are all saying, "Stupid Phillip, stop buying DVDs." I just like treating myself to stuff. I also know that I should just wait 6 months and that will be my reward when I am enjoying myself on my trip. I guess I am stupid, but at least I'm happy. Lonely but happy.

Speaking of lonely, it's time to go home and watch a movie by myself. I will be working for the next 4 days and I will write something on Monday. Unless something captures my fancy before then. I wonder if, "Capture my fancy" is the same as "Make my dick twitch"? If so there are a couple of ladies in my life that have captured my fancy, but nothing else. Maybe it doesn't mean that, because a DVD, a car, a painting, nature, etc. has never captured my fancy.

I love you all, and hope you all have good days at work and in life.

Until next time,

Sunday, October 23, 2005

I'm no Robert Frost

I feel that people are waiting for me to write on my blog. I figure that I should write while I'm at the computer. If I don't, I may forget what I wanted to write. Although, there are several times that I have nothing to write, but I force myself to. I want the people that read this, to have something new to read.

I write dumb shit in hopes that you'll laugh, or I try to be deep and show another side of me. Several of the things that I write are only for me, and you guys could care less. I never like that because I feel that I'm letting my readers down. I know that I'm no Robert Frost, but still....

It was so much easier when I had Brig and Matt to pick on. Now I've just got my own observations, and they're sometimes, usually, always boring. My writing teacher in college said, "Write what you know, and write from your heart." I try, but you girls don't care about movies as much as me. Then again maybe I'm just trying too hard to be clever.

Sorry to waste your time.....again.

Sorry to, "THE DUKE"

This is an appology to John Wayne. I know that he's dead, but I thought I'd appologize anyway. I used to say that John Wayne was our parent's Arnold Schwarzenegger. Just an action hero tough guy. THen about 5 years ago my friend Joe told me that I should see a movie called, "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance." I told him I would, but that was because Jimmy Stewart was in it too. I rented the movie and reluctantly watched it. I wasn't big into the movie as it was, on top of that, it was an early 60's western. I sat and watched it. I was drawn in, and John Wayne was no Arnold Schwarzenegger.

I won't go into what the movie is about, but I will say that I bought it right away. It's one of my favorites. I rented more John Wayne movies after that, and now I own several more. So, I'm sorry Mr. Wayne for putting you in the same category as a lesser talent. It just goes to show that you shouldn't speak about what you don't know.

For the ladies:
I'm sorry that I bored you.

Always thinking

I wrote this the other day:

The date is October 21st, and I'm sitting in a golf cart watching an area where Christmas stuff is being set up. I have 5 months and 1 week until I start my trip, yet all I can do is think about it. I keep rerouting my trip to new locations. I can't help but think of what music I'll use for my video, or what funny things I'll do. It's torture and I can barely stand it.

It's definately a good thing, because it keeps me focused. I know that I WILL save the money. The only bad thing is when things come up that cost money. That takes me down a peg, financially and mentally. As of right now I have -68 dollars in my checking account. I have a check coming on the 25th, but more money will be taken out of that. I have cancelled cable and stopped buying DVDs, but still things come up.

I was happy because I'd have 890 dollars on the 25th and that would be a good start. Then I realized that my insurance was due, and that's 55 dollars. No big deal, I thought. Well, now I will also be paying the -68 dollars, 65 dollars for my APS bill, 40 dollars on the last of my cable, and my Southwest Gas bill. It hurts me to think about. It's 2 steps forward and then 1 step back. On top of all that, I owe my dad 468 dollars. OUCH!

I have done some checking on things and some figuring. It seems that I may not have enough money to leave on April 1st. I may have to wait until May 1st. That really sucks because I have a set date of April 1st and if I postpone it, then I will have excuses to postpone again. It would be nice to have as much money as I could, but then I may never go on the trip. My aunt and uncle are still going to buy my T.V. for between 600 and 700, plus give me their T.V. That'll be nice. I'm really contemplating selling the rest of my DVD collection. Although, they are 374 really good movies, but then again they are still just things. I could rebuy them when I get back. Except that would be a waste of money. I just keep trying to think of what I could sell, and that's all I got. I'm hoping that someone will pay alot on ebay to sponsor my trip. From what I've checked though, it doesn't look good.

I've figured out how to get the stuff I need for the trip. I will ask for camping stuff for Christmas and also have a party before I leave. I just want to go as soon as possible.
I'm wondering what's going to happen when I get back. I will have went on this huge road trip, and then I'm going to go back to my mundane life. It'll be like a drug and I'll want more. After living so carefree on the road, I will hate to go back to a controlled work environment. Mrs. H. would say that I'm, "Borrowing Trouble." I may be, but that thought jumped into my head the other day.

The other fear, of course, is that I may get all the way to New York or someplace and run out of money. Then what do I do? What a buzz kill that would be. Then again I'm thinking too far ahead. I haven't even saved the money yet. I want to think of every possible thing that could go wrong, then I'll be covered. Better safe then sorry.

Some of you may care, and others may not. You're probably sick of hearing about it. I can't even explain how excited I am. I'm sure that it'll all work out in the end.

Just thought you might want to hear what's going through my head everyday.

Love ya.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

"God like" coffee, rain, a poem, and other observations of life

I've written about the sayings on the Starbuck's coffee cups, but now it may be getting too weird. The latest saying that they are putting on their cups is about GOD. I haven't seen it yet, but I've read about it in the paper.

This is what it says:
"You are not an accident. Your parents may not have planned you, but God did. He wanted you alive and created you for a purpose. Focusing on yourself will never reveal your purpose. You were made by God and for God, and until you understand that, life will never make sense. Only in God do we discover our origin, our identity, our meaning, our purpose, our significance, and our destiny."- Rev. Rick Warren for Starbucks

This man is the author of The Purpose Driven Life. From reading the article I've put together that other franchises put bible quotes on their wrappers in small print. I guess it's better to have it out there for all the world to see, then to try subconscious tactics. The other point of course is freedom of speech. They are not cramming it down our throat.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I got turned on for a second thinking about cramming things down throats. Not mine, but yours. SUCK IT!

The next thing is the fact that some foreigners don't know the proper use of the language. I work at the Airport Hilton with a Filipino guy who did this exact thing last night.

Here was the conversation:
"Phillip, now there's another problem. The man in room 147, his T.V. isn't working."
"That sucks."
"Fuck. FUCK! You know Phillip, when it rains it rains."
"Yep, that's for sure."

Now I thought that it was kind of cute, but that it also made sense in it's own way. Of course, not the way he meant it.

When it rains, it pours. That means that when shit happens, it's usually followed by more shit.

When it rains, it rains. That means that when shit happens, there's nothing you can do about because shit happens. Kind of funny, kind of weird, something to write.

On Saturday I went to Mary's wedding. I bought her a wedding gift, but I also thought that I would write her a poem.

Here it is:
Mary your wedding was really fun,
It was a little hot under the sun.
You looked stunning in your dress,
And your cleavage too I must confess.
You and Cameron make a perfect pair,
Your wedding day, I'm glad I could share.
Several people have seen your exposed breasts,
Except me and Sean Connery, which makes me feel blessed.
I'm so glad that I met you, you make me feel happy,
Except when I love you is not returned, then I feel crappy.

I hope she likes it.

Now last, but not least. Tonight when I showed up at Mrs. H.'s house she had dinner ready. She made chicken enchiladas. They had alot of onions in them, but they were good. We watched T.V. and she listened to my boring stories. Her husband bought her the movie The Warriors. She likes that movie alot. They had a bomb threat at her work today and during the break she went shopping. Her farts smell like peppermint, and her skin feels like a hardboiled egg with no shell.

Not much I could think of, but that's about you.

Love you all. I won't be writing for awhile, as I have to work on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I am off on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. That's when I'll be writing.

4 days off. I bet you guys are jealous. Although, I'm still a security guard.

I love you all, and have a good day.

I know that I will.

Something interesting about Stephanie......
More stuff all about Kris......
Something about Rylee......
Maybe something about Brig......
And shit about me, my life, my trip, and work.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Bond, James Bond

They've finally chosen a new Bond. His name is, Daniel Craig. He was in the movies Layer Cake and Road to Perdition. He's been in others, but those are probably the ones that you know. He is a good actor, but it'll be hard to see Bond as a blonde. Much less as a rougher looking guy. Not so suave and debonair as the others.

I am a HUGE Bond fan.

This will be the sixth actor playing Bond.

Sean Connery will always be the best James Bond.

George Lazenby was good, but not a good actor. He was a model.

Sean Connery came back for one more movie.

Roger Moore showed up and brought a new attitude to Bond. He was sarcastic and a bit more funny.

Timothy Dalton I really liked because he had that hard edge to him.

Then came Pierce Brosnan, the one I'd been waiting for since Remington Steele.

Now there's Daniel Craig. I think that he'll do good. I am very excited. They say the release date for the new Bond film, Casino Royale, is November of 2006. I'll be there. He will do 3 films and then they will get another or continue to use him.

It should be fun.

Sorry if you guys aren't interested, but it's not all about you.

Friday, October 14, 2005

For my friend Kristina

Little things mean so much to me,
Like sitting on the couch watching T.V.

You are there by my side and I know,
That you will make me laugh while we watch a show.

Our lives are not much, but we sure have fun,
Sitting on our asses watching Real World Austin.

Sometimes I wonder if I spend too much time in your casa,
Laying around the house like Lion King's Mufasa.

I am glad we are friends, and wouldn't want you as a wife,
Because YOU are the only thing of importance in my life.

That was a poem for my friend of 16 years. She does so much for me. I wish that I could do more for her. This may be sappy, but I'm entitled to be. It's my blog. I've compared us to Luke and Leia which I thought was fitting. I also compare us to the Facts of Life theme song.

You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have.......

A force to be reckoned with!

(Announcer's voice)
"They landed on the planet Earth via the Drive In. He has the powers to degrade himself with humor, make fun of your shoes, and use sarcasm as a security blanket. She has the power to bitch out any man or woman, make fun of the socks that you are wearing with your gay ass shoes, bitch about how she just remembered that she needs a new pair of shoes, and also uses sarcasm as a security blanket. Together they hold down couches with their asses, in order to make more room in the outside world for the people that like to exercise. They watch alot of T.V. to learn more about the planet Earth. She watches reality shows, and a show about a tree on a hill. He watches everything else, including a not too funny show about an office. They wait for their time to come, and that's when they will THINK about world domination. Tune in every weekday, to the ADVENTURES OF KRIS AND PHIL!"

Jealous much Earthlings?

HA! Suck it! You wish you were we.

Have a good day.

Tune in on my next blog to find out:
Why the Swedish Bikini team needs grannies slippers,
what's in Johnny's hair that makes it eat him,
and where you can get some gay ass shoes.

Oh they're on your feet.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Thought I did good

I was full of piss and vinegar, and thought that I would do really well on this test. Apparently not.

You Failed the US Citizenship Test

Oops, you only got 6 out of 10 right!

Something, nothing, and everything in between

Once again I sit here and try to think of something to write. Sometimes people read this and always Mrs. H. reads it. I enjoy writing posts, but I more enjoy that people read them. Anyway on to what's up with me. Well, Mrs. H. just bought me a fucking kick ass, cool as shit Atlas for my trip. I believe that I've already explained that I sold 165 dollars worth of DVDs. My aunt is now going to buy my 53" T.V. and give me their T.V. I'm hoping for 700 dollars. I told her 600, but I'm hoping that I can get 700. Plus in 2 weeks I will have 890 from my paycheck to go into my account. Soon 5000 dollars by April 1st.

I'm just working towards my trip and it is awesome. Some people think that my car won't make it, and others think that I will get lonely and turn around before Seattle. HELL NO! I'm having the car checked tomorrow and before I go. I will not turn back once I leave. I will miss my friends and be lonely, but oh what adventures I will have. I am also hoping to start an auction on ebay for a sponsor for my trip. That would be cool, they could paint my car with whatever logo they wanted and I would be fine with it. Unless it was gay porn or Denny's, then I would LOVE IT. Just kidding. I would not like that. I still got some EXACT figuring to do.

Just watched a television movie called, "The Hunt for the BTK Killer". It was very good, and the actor that they got to play him looked just like him. The funny thing was that he was a COMPLIANCE OFFICER, which is a kind of security guard. I am a security guard. He wore glasses, and I wear glasses. He liked to Bind, Torture, and Kill people, and I like to Bind my movies by director, Torture women by making them look at me, and Kill any future romance that I could have by doing the previous two things. So we are the same. They say everyone has a twin, and I've found mine.

I'm going to eat apple sauce when I get home.

Another saying that is on my Starbuck's coffee cup is:

Modern life is remarkable, but we're still human beings with basic human needs. We need real community. We need satisfying and compelling work. We need health, play, love and companionship. A century of remarkable technological advances can't undo the millions of years of evolution that have made us who we are, and to pretend otherwise is to do ourselves a huge disservice.--MOBY


Now the world don't move to the beat of just one drum. What might be right for you, may not be right for some. A man is born, he's a man of names. Then along come two, they got nothing but their jeans. But they got, different strokes, it takes different strokes, it takes different strokes to move the world. Everybody's got a special kind of story. Everybody finds a way to shine. It don't matter that you got, not alot. So what, they'll have theirs and you'll have your's, and I'll have mine. And together we'll be fine, cause it takes different strokes to move the world, yes it does. It takes different strokes to move the world.


Making your way in the world today, takes everything you've got. Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help alot. Wouldn't you like to get away. Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name. And their always glad you came. You wanna be where you can see, the troubles are all the same. You wanna be where everybody knows your name. You wanna go where people know, people are all the same. You wanna go where everybody knows your name.


Well I'm not the kind to kiss and tell, but I've been seen with Farrah. I've never been with anything less than a nine, so fine. I've been on fire with Sally Fields, gone fast with a girl named Bo, but somehow they just don't end up as mine. It's a death defying life I lead, but I take my chances. I die for a living in the movies, and t.v. But the hardest thing I ever do, is watch my leading ladies, kiss some other guy while I'm bandaging my knee. I might fall from a tall building, I might roll a brand new car, cause I'm the unknown stuntman that made Redford such a star. I've never spent much time in school, but I've taught ladies plenty. It's true I hire my body out for pay, a hey hey. I've gotten burned over Cheryl Tiegs, blown up for Raquel Welch, but when I wind up in the hay, it's only hay, a hey hey. I might jump an open draw bridge, or Tarzan from a vine. Cause I'm the unknown stuntman that makes Eastwood look so fine.

Mrs. H. or anyone else. If you know where the last one is from I'll buy you an ice cream.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Dreams of the unknown and other oddities

I had a dream today about meeting Steven Spielberg. I was hanging out with him while he was filming his new movie. I was asking him questions about the industry and all the movies that he's directed. He is only half listening to me, (like my friends do)and I tell him a couple of ideas for some scripts that I have. He tells me that they suck and is not the mentor that I thought he would be. I was upset, but didn't know how to tell him about it. He wouldn't care if I was upset anyway. Then I woke up.

Then I had a dream that I died. I think that I was on my way home and I got in a car wreck or something. I didn't necessarily dream my death, but I was dead. Kris didn't know what song to play at my funeral because we haven't picked one. It was weird and I remember thinking that I would never get to go on my trip. Plus whatever other regrets that I may have.

After that I woke up and thought, "Wow, I'm alive. Cool." I looked at the clock and it was 2:00 PM. I layed my head down for a minute before I got up and the next thing I know it's 4:40 PM. I swear that I don't remember falling asleep. Anyway, it was just strange.

Not sure if I really have any oddities. The other night my neighbor asked to borrow some movies from me. That was weird to me because we don't speak that much. He borrowed four and returned them a couple days later. The other weird thing, for myself, is how into this trip I am. I have not lost focus once. I know that it's because I want to prove to myself and my friends that I can do it. Plus, that I was stupid for never going through with it in the first place. The only hard thing is planning the trip to go to every site that I want to see. Mrs. H. thinks that I will only make it to Seattle, if that, before I want to come back home. I THINK NOT!

The difficult thing for me, as I've said before, is canceling cable and my phone. The other thing is going out to eat and buying DVDs. There are several DVDs that are coming out in the next 3 months that I would love to own. It's called SACRIFICE. For me that's a huge thing. I've figured that I will have saved $5080.00 dollars by April 1st. That is when I will leave, it's a Saturday. I may have already arranged to sell my big screen t.v., or trade for a lesser sized t.v. and some money. Tonight I am going to go through my DVDs and decide what I want to sell. If I am repeating my self from another post then forgive me, I am excited.

Something funny that happened yesterday, was that I heard another bad movie line. It was in the movie Mindhunters. After L.L. Cool J. shoots a guy he says, "We found his weakness, bullets." CRAP! I know you two or three that read this will say, "What's wrong with that, I like it." Well then go rent your Steven Segal, Jean Claude Van Damme movies, and never speak to me again.

For Mrs. H. this in no way an excuse for you to say that you love all of their movies, causing me to not speak to you again. There is no way out for you. You can not escape me. I am here to cause your eyes pain by looking at me, and your ears to want to leap off your head by listening to me. My monotone voice and taco meat moles are here to stay. I think that we've had some good times this past week and I hope that they keep on happening.

Now, to analyze the dreams. The Steven Spielberg one of course is my fear that I'm not a good writer. That if my dream of meeting a famous director ever came to fruition, it would crash and burn in some horrible way.
The other one, was of course my fear that I haven't picked a song for my funeral. That my death would be incomplete. It's weird how are brains work. I find it fascinating.

That is all. I have to go now, so I don't waste the entire night here on the internet. I hope that everyone's lives are going well and everyone is happy. Except George Bush Jr., Chris Canavit(?), Steven Segal, Jean Claude Van Damme, and Benny Hinn. Those people annoy the fuck out of me.

Have a lovely day everybody.

For the ladies, "Love and kisses on all your pink parts."
For the dudes, "Love and kisses on your ass parts." ;)
I'm so STUPID!

Friday, September 30, 2005

Ficticious Facts and shit...........

Rod Stewart had a liter of cum pumped out of his stomach.

Richard Gere had a gerbil stuck up his ass.

You can see a ghost of a boy in Three Men and a Baby.

In, The Wizard of Oz, you can see a man hanging by a noose.

Danny Bonaduce trained Arnold Schwarzenegger how to fight with a sword in Conan the Barbarian.


Some people talk shit just to fit in. They want to be hip and in the now. So they make up stories or Urban Legends. For some reason, if it's a believable enough story, it may catch on with the gossipers and fly into myth. 4 of those stories are semi-believable, and one of them isn't.

I wonder which one isn't?


Danny Bonaduce would have been 23 years old.

Kiyoshi Yamasaki was the Swordmaster who trained all the actors in the film.

Need I say more? That pretty much puts it to rest. For those who may have heard this story or maybe even thought it up. I'm sorry to bust your bubbles. I had nothing else to do.

Don't mess with the MOVIEMAN!

I had a very nice time last night. We laughed like we hadn't laughed before. Good times. I wanna rock with you, that was the name of the song that I wanted you to sing. Some of you may think that I'm queer for writing things to M.J. I can assure you that I'm not. If you don't believe me, I'll fuck you in the hiney hole. That'll show I'm straight. Right? Right?

I had lots of fun with you too Mrs. H. It was a blast. A good memory to cherish.

One other thing Mrs. H...............

We should name them.
Mine will be, Hamol.
Yours will be, Famol.

I know I'm STUPID!

For those who don't know what I'm talking about, all I can say is......
Sucks to be you.
Jealous much?

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Phoenix to Phoenix

"I'm gonna walk the earth."
"Whatch you mean, you gonna walk the earth?"
"Walk the earth. You know, like Kane in Kung Fu."
"You're gonna be a bum?"
"No. I'm gonna meet people, get in adventures."
"A bum. Without a job, and legal tender, you aint nothing but a fucking bum."

12,619.2 miles; 27days, 5 hours, 43 minutes. That's what the trip planner on the computer said, and that's just the driving. I will be checking the sites and kicking back in Key West and other places for awhile. I can't wait. I am so excited. I wish I had the money right now. I'm planning 3 or 4 months, and that's just taking my time. I will be putting the United States map up on my wall. I will be doing lots of research on exactly where I want to go. I have heard of several different places in my life, the trick is remembering the names of the places. Although part of my trip will just be improvised. If I feel like going to Fort Sumner, New Mexico, I will.

I am starting to save money today. I will be selling things of mine to finance the trip. Like sperm, blood, one of my kidneys. Kidding! DVDs, DVDs, and maybe whatever I can get for my couch. My aunt said that I could use her video camera, so that's nice. Serjio said that I should have a party about 2 weeks before I leave, and people can bring things for my trip. He said that he would have no problem giving me a bunch of tapes for the camera, and whatever else. After I got off the phone, I started thinking that it would be like a relief benefit. You would all be relieved to get rid of me, and I you. You may be saying, "Hey Phil, you haven't even saved dime one. Shouldn't you wait until you have a couple thousand dollars before you start putting on the sunblock?" No, that's what happened before. I said that I was going to go on a U.S. Tour and then I didn't. Now I am in it for the long haul.

I am jazzed. Although, you guys thought it was annoying hanging out with me for a night. Well I'll be stuck with myself for 3 to 4 months. Boring, fun, interesting, and a hell of a good time.

I'm thinking April, but it actually depends on how much money I think I need. The trip planner said 900 and something dollars for the gas. It depends on the car and the gas prices. Plus for me there's the question of what I'm going to spend on touristy things. Disney World, Catalina Island, the Bahamas, Key West, New York, Washington D.C., anyway you get the idea.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Some great and interesting things

Flickering images on any size screen are what I love. Movies move you and transport you. They can pull at your heart strings or shock you. Of course you all know that I love movies, so this is no big suprise. The reason I am writing this is to talk about a certain movie in particular. The movie is Crash.

Now there was a movie called Crash that came out in the late 90's. This is the Crash that just came out on DVD. This movie is AWESOME. It's racism at it's extreme worst. You laugh at the racial comments and then wonder why you laughed. Does that make you like the person in the movie? We all may be racist in some form or another. We've all told jokes about race, but why do we laugh. It is not right to say that you are not racist and then turn around and tell a racist joke. This movie really brings all of that to the surface. It makes you think and feel. In a way you sit there and go that's right, but then in the same instance you wonder why you feel it's right. Words really don't do this movie justice, it has to be seen. Please, the couple of people that are reading this, rent the movie Crash.

The other thing that I want to talk about is my cross country trip that I had mentioned in a previous post. I am going forward with my plans to save money and go on this trip. There are some sacrifices that I will have to make but I think that I am ready for them. The sucky thing is that I still owe my dad 468 dollars, not to mention the 600 dollars to my friend Joe to pay off my car. Granted that's not much, but it cuts into my money. Also before I leave I still have to pay for my apartment, utilities, and car insurance. It sounds bad, but I think that if I cancel cable, my phone, my blockbuster and netflix passes, stop buying movies for myself and others, and stop going out to eat all the time, that I can save a bunch of money. On payday I am going to buy an atlas and a map of the United States. That is when I will start planning the trip. I am excited and I can't wait. It'll be tough saving the money, but I can do it.

The hardest thing to do will be canceling cable. I love my shows, good stories and adventures. Then again I am giving that up for my own stories and adventures. It is an exciting time, I am actually doing something with my life. That will make work a hell of alot better.

Here's to me.

Have a nice day and a terrific weekend.

I love you all.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Things to think about

The other day the owner of the company told me that there was a plan for me in the company. He said, "In 10 years you're not gonna be doing what you do now, you'll be driving around checking on the other workers and training whoever needs to be trained." At the time, I just nodded and said, "That it'd be nice."

10 minutes later I was in my car thinking about what the fuck he just said. 10 years from now I'll be 44. WHAT THE FUCK! Security is not my vocational choice. It just happens to work for my writing. I have time to work out my ideas. Some people, like the other supervisor Frank, are in this for the long haul. Fuck that. Although, I've said it before, that I don't do anything with my writing. So what good is it to just write stuff for my own benefit? Why do I not want to better myself? What is it that makes me do nothing? Am I that lazy that I will let life pass me by? Will I turn into my father? He's a 56 year old security guard that has his own son for a supervisor. How fucked up is that? I get all worked up and talk myself into a frenzy of creativity, and then I go home and do nothing but watch t.v. and movies. Once again I watch the movies to learn about technique, but I don't apply it to anything except the scripts that I write and read myself. It's a circle of my life that will never end until I do something about it. When will that be? Should I move and start a whole new life in California? Should I quit my job and scare myself into selling a script? There are plenty of people that send in their scripts and script ideas, but I'm going to sell my idea? Why is my script so much better than any other? Plus, if I like it then how do I know that anyone else will? They say write what you know. What if I write some real personal script that I don't want anyone to direct but myself? What if my scripts aren't even written in the exact proper format? I took a scriptwriting class in college, but I've also taught myself. What if I have no form, or voice? I think I do, but who knows. Again, I am my worst critic and I don't have any type of sounding board for my writing, only my ideas. Then again, excuses are like assholes, everyone has one. I need to create a movie of my own. Some little cheap learning experience. Then I will know if I should be a writer or director. I would like to do both, but all my friends tell me that I'm a better writer. Ironically they've never read all my stuff. My dream is to direct, but that is a difficult proffesion to get into. When is a dream unattainable? When do you give up on a dream? There are no real answers to any of these questions. Deep in my heart I know what needs to be done.

Sorry to bore you with my lifes drama. Another thing to think about is how our hands and minds work. I mean I think of something to type, and my hands type it. Just like that, weird.

Watched a thing on the travel channel today about Disney World. As I've said before in other posts, I hadn't been to Disneyland until I was 16. Now I am 34, and I want to go back to Disneyland, but I would love to go to Disney World. It is like a whole city. Epcot Center, Indiana Jones, Animal Kingdom, SPACE, and everything else was awesome. I need to definately go. Speaking of travelling, I have also been thinking of my cross country trip that I've always wanted to go on. For those who don't know about it, here it is. I want to take like 2 or 3 months to travel around the country. I would start in California, up the PCH to Washington, then over and down and zig zag all over the country. I would go to Detroit and across the bridge to Canada and then through Canada until New York. Then from New York down to Florida. From Florida a small flight to the Bahamas. After that I would go to Georgia and see an old plantation. Then I would go back to Arizona. I think it would be a blast and I would document the whole thing on video. The problem is saving the money. I love to buy people shit and make them happy. I need to really focus on this though. Serjio says that now is the perfect time for me, before I have a family. I need to really go do this.

Years ago I told myself that I didn't want to have regrets on my death bed. That's why I got a tatoo. I don't want to die and say that I never sent in a script, or travelled across country. Getting off my ass should be my top priority. I should do all these things. Although, I should say that I WILL do these things.

Sorry to bother you guys with my boring ass shit, but that's what's going on in my life. I think about this shit all the time.

One other thing that I think about is my idea for the Grand Hotel movie remake. I don't know how to go about trying to get a remake made. I don't have the rights, but I want Drew Barrymore in it. Do I get a hold of Drew Barrymore, or MGM. Do I write the script first, or talk to them about my idea. Who knows, and you guys don't care.

Well that's what's up and I am glad that I could waste your time. Not really. I started out writing something small and this is what I ended up with.

Thanks for letting me vent. There's more to me than just my made up stories.

I love you all.