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

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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.