No End in Sight

A friend emailed me a link to the following trailer. The realty of this should have shocked me, but like countless other Americans I'm not all that surprised by the administration's incompetency. Enjoy



It dissapoints me that we have been strewn along for all this time. It frustrates me that things were not as they seemed, and I can't wait to see this for further details.

What's best is that this will be distributed to the theatres and not just released over the web.

Helicopter Crash In Phoenix

Police in Phoenix say two TV helicopters crashed while covering a police pursuit, killing everyone on both aircraft.

The helicopters were covering the police pursuit of a work truck. Just before the midair collision, the driver jumped out of the wrecked vehicle and carjacked another truck. Helicopters from other stations were also in the area. -Associated Press.

Quite a story. What’s more is that the driver running from the police will be charged for the deaths of the accident victims. While this man is guilty of committing crimes and evading cops, he did not intend to kill or even aid anyone in dying.

One of the pilots obviously lost their cool in the heat of the moment, and now the rest of this man’s life will be spent behind bars because someone pushed his joy stick too hard in a moment of excitement.

But hell, we had to blame somebody.

Our commaner in Chief

I was doing a little perusing over videos and I came across a real winner. While its not fair to kick someone while their down, Bush makes it so easy.



How about one more just for kicks.

Illusions of Security

I recently read a great entry on security Check it out here. The security industry is abundant with fraud and deception. Over the course of the past year I have been manipulated, lyed to, and cheated out of a sum of money that was promised me.

And yet, through all the shit, I still love it. Maybe it’s psychological like a beat dog or battered housewife returning to their abuser. Something in the human condition to search for the unattainable with a conviction that it is just around the corner, hell, I don’t know.

I just know that it has given me an opportunity to learn about people, places and, of course, tear apart walls and damage wiring and plumbing. All the while paying me a comfortable income.

No, its not the boatloads of money we were promised, but it is an experience unlike any other.

All this said I sure was glad to get the hell away from the lies and deceit of my former company to receive lies and deceit from my new company.

No, the new company is angelic compared to Firstline, but it sure does have its quarks, and I love it anyway.


Burning of Firstline Shat

Words

Because words are necessary for our communication, it is vital for us to have a varying assortment at our disposal. I set out searching for a way to show you a word of the day on the site. I found it, and even came up with some word games, one of them is, of course, hangman.

I have fond memories of playing this game in church as a kid. I hope you enjoy wasting time playing it now.

You can see the word of the day to the right, and the games below.

Payday

This week we get paid. We are planning a celebration to commemorate all of us getting the hell away from Firstline, our very shady, former company. The highlight of the evening will be the burning of our old company attire.

Speaking of the old company. I found a site that posted shabby work by poorly trained Firstline Technicians, some of the photos are simply laughable. I urge you to take the time to see this. Imagine some idiot doing this in your home! Check it out here

I can't wait to officially leave behind the past and move forward into the late summer. You'll see some footage, it will be shabby. Its that cell phone type but, its better than nothing, right?

the digital divide-closing

While the image rivaled a horror film with its jagged motions and poor quality, there was my mom going on and on like she usually does, but this time on a video message.

Seeing my parents struggling with basic technologies over the years has been a point of frustration.

However after receiving the digital video from my mom and getting some picture laced emails, it is clear.

My mom has finally jumped the digital divide and landed with here amongst the rest of us. And it pleases me greatly.

Immigrants

Its apparent. Its mostly the people. They’ve been agitating me like a wet cat. I’ve decided to take a stand. To stand up and take action. I’m on the hunt for a new place to stay.

It began with a futile attempt in the ‘Apartment Guide.’ The book mentioned nothing an experienced transient like me would find of interest, only pleasant high dollar living. I broadened the search with little success. Newspapers, classifieds, Green Sheet and the sort were all too pricey.

However, I struck gold after eating some fine tacos at one of those motor home turned catering wagons. I saw Benito searching for a place to stay. He was using the newspaper- in spanish. My mind raced back to Spain. Mine and Scott’s journey to find an apartment on a dime, the memories flooded in.

Picking up the pages I couldn’t understand everything, but I could read prices, they looked good. God bless these immigrants.

Butt Holes

Belligerent butt holes top my list of things that piss me off. When someone thinks he can bully others into submission I begin to wonder where we as humans have devolved as a species. When did we re-learn that smashing, beating and clubbing gets the results we desire?

Is there some sort of digression that has occurred where we can no longer use our most effective persuasion tool- the mouth- and result to our primitive tools of problem solving- muscular overwhelming? While I understand modern man has only a limited set of tools to achieve his goals, I know we do have words. While our language is nothing to boast, after all-

‘Words are merely guttural utterances representing our thoughts and feelings.’
-Neil D. Walsh

Even as limited as we are through words, there area some able to fake it. We spew words that correspond closely enough to what the soul is suggesting that we can actually have meaningful relationships.

But, then there are those, those who don’t like being told they are anything different from the gods they presume to be. And what happens? They fly off the handle after being told they need to change.

‘Hmmph, change, I’ll show you change. Just watch me rearrange your face,’ says the arrogant ass-wipe in need of a perspective enhancement.

Big Red

The Valley of the Sun is named very appropriately. Phoenix is fucking hot.

I’m reminded of it each time I leave the comfort of an air-conditioned home. And I curse it every time I burn my hands on the steering wheel of Big Red.

I rant about how I’ll leave this pile of shit behind every chance I get, I can’t help but feel angry at the machine each time I recall leaving her transmission behind in Pennsylvania.

I think its out of envy that she burns me every time I leave her for more than 10 minutes.

Sweat pours from my skin. It wets my hair and saturates my shirt. I dream of the day when I’ll actually pay to have my air-conditioning repaired.