It's new years eve !

Wish I still had that damned dangerously fun black powder cannon !
The one we welded up in high school and used for years afterward.
Not the one that we blew the back off of it.
Not the one that we had to attach a rake too the bottom to keep it from blowing back like a missile at us.
The one where we couldn't quite get the weld right so when we accidentally welded a hole in the thing we then welded a 1/4" x 2 x 2 plate "patch" over the hole. One that we had just 'customized' and bent, I think it might have been on an anvil but I would have to do a verification of that with the other who was there, to roughly the shape of the cannon
The one where if you didn't hold it just right the black powder started falling out around the edges of the patch.
We tended to use as long a wick as possible to provide us ample time to run the hell away from it before it went off. Except for that time when we didn't have any wick left but we did have a lot of beer and, um, "other stuff" so we made a wick out of toilet paper and black powder.
Yes, it did work, sort of, and we didn't even die! Although James was questioning that for a moment since he was the one who actually lit the wick. Actually he still questions it I'm sure

Safety was always first on our minds of course (cause that's what we were thinking of while fiddling with the thing.)
But we were never inebriated at all. [disclaimer]
Lets' see, what did we shoot out of that thing any way.
Rocks,
glass,
ball bearings,
Hot sauce bottle bombs with a pre-lit wick. (yes the wick has too be slightly longer than the cannons wick and the timing for lighting is also crucial.
adjustable wrench,
ok how about etc. you get the point.
Admittedly we mostly simply overloaded it with powder and newspaper for a "blank" shot just to listen to and watch the big bang.
We once tried an experiment and called a friend about a half mile away across the field and through the woods.

Somewhere thereabouts ya know?

We loaded one of those "blanks", aimed it in the general direction of his house and BANG! he called seconds later to explain how his windows shook. I'm not really sure why we didn't just stay on the phone? But

We celebrated with more...

It was fun and harmless. Well, it was fun.

And we named it Armageddon.
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Whee fun ride on the Dow right now. breaking Newss! We'll let you know what that is as soon as we try to fix it. We suspect that it shouldn't be too l

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Merry Recession Christmas

Well here I sit waiting for the kids to get up so they can hit the tree and unwrap all the few packages that are under it this year. Few packages? Yes, few packages. As a matter of fact the only packages that are under that little tree are the ones who came in for the holidays from other peoples places for the kids.

No No No, wait. We're not destitute. But we are conservative and frugal in this uncertain time so I made a deal with the kids. And they actually have gotten pretty excited about it. Yes, we are going shopping as a family for Christmas this weekend when I suspect the retailers will be simply drop kicking that unsold crap out the door for pennies on the dollar. Hey! what better time to quickly use up a gift card or 2 also. Better hurry, who knows how long before the store that is supposed to redeem that card goes into bankruptcy. That's pretty much what seeded this whole post christmas holiday shopping spree idea anyway. We've got to get out into the mess anyway to quickly redeem a couple cards so LETS GO! What a feeding frenzy we are in for.

That's not to say we haven't been doing some of the traditional christmas stuff leading up to it. We never do go overboard on all the hoopla that society has forced upon us for this holiday but we do have a tree. I fought around in my head a little about what the hell to do about that this year. And then I saw it, sitting there in it's cardboard box all lonely in the corner of the entrance to the store. I hadn't noticed it there on my way in.
No,I didn't get us a live tree, (or a cut and dying one). I saw a small 4 ft made in a China sweat shop stupid little plastic tree with dust on the box in a bin in the corner of the rather large entryway for more than half off the already discounted price and I snagged it. Well, I should say I picked it up, went back inside the store and paid for it.

I guess I sort of felt a little like Charlie Brown when he brought that sick little tree back for the rest of the kids. But it turned out great. You see, I think we might have, no actually I know that we have just exactly 2 small glass christmas tree globe ornaments. That's it that's all. So we pulled out the yarn, the scissors, the popcorn thread and needles, the crayons and markers and glue, the bag of little plastic eyes, and most of all we brought out our family camaraderie and imaginations and we decorated that stupid little plastic sweat shop tree.
But to give credit where credit is due I should say the kids happily created stuff and decorated that stupid little plastic sweat shop tree and I helped seed some ideas and offer some help as they needed it.

And we love what that Stupid little plastic sweat shop tree has become with it's popcorn and yarn garlands, it's snowmen cut from wrapping paper, (wrapping paper left over and saved from last year no doubt so I squeaked out of that purchase as well this year by being a pack rat with intent), it's yarn octopi with plastic eyes, it's 2 small glass orbs, and it's little pc of white paper rolled in a tube and an angel drawn on it to top off the tree.

We stood back, looked at that tree, smiled, and hugged each other.

And nothing could beat that for this holiday.
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Cashing in on the APOCALYPSE

Feeling down and depressed by all the fear mongering going on by the political, financial, environmental, and theological doomsayers?

Have you like many others been convinced that the apocalypse is soon to be upon us?

NOW there is a reason to embrace the apocalypse with open arms! And be sure to open your wallets as well for the coming wave of wealth to be created by the end of times.

I have invested and so should you! Hey! we've got the best seat in the house of history for this action packed mess of doom! Therefore I have been searching out ways to "GET RICH ON THE APOCALYPSE" while sitting back and watching the show!

So lets go! Times a wasting! especially when there's not much of it left.

While I am still looking for a mutual fund which focuses on buying TIME there are a couple apocalyptic funds out there already and my investment is already bucking the system to prove overall gains in an otherwise down market.

Global water fund


Global alternative energy fund


Global buying time fund
whoops, doesn't exist yet but we're working on it.

buy time (definition)- act so as to delay an event or action in order to gain an advantage

money moneY monEY moNEY mONEY MONEY!


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The coming retail bailout? etc..........

I have a theory. I can't help but think that in part the reason the big 3 auto manufacturers are so aggressively pursuing this bailout package right now before the end of the year is because they have a better chance of securing it right now. That is I mean before the end of the christmas season. It might be a lot more difficult after the big retailers etc. try to get a chunk of it as well after this.

I know I'm not going to buy a bunch of that plastic crap produced everywhere else on the planet for the sake of artificially propping up the root of the problem anyway.
Does anyone else at all see that the root of the problem is simply that we just don't produce anything any more? And in order to fill the void of true substantial real production of tangible assets we have created a system of false currency that is nothing more than one of those pyramid schemes that finally falls when the scam is found out??? A Smoke and mirrors scheme that attempts to hold onto validity when what's real has already left the building?
Back in my youth in the eighties I remember getting simply weird looks or even downright "what ever's" when mentioning anything about the coming problem of our loss of productivity and manufacturing. I mean, I remember sitting in at a political action sort of meeting mentioning that the most important thing that can be done for this country is to do anything possible to keep our industry here in the U.S. because we can't sustain ourselves as simply a consumer and service driven economy. Silence,
just silence
as they stared at me and changed the subject.
WHAT! Maybe it was that I was a long haired eccentric radical sort of individual in a room of helmet haircuts and fake jewelry. Maybe it was because I was so much younger than all those self serving special interest laden fux. Maybe it's because I called them shortsighted that they couldn't get it.
For whatever reason I never went back to that room full of idiots. Instead I screamed at as much of the world a possible as loud as possible as often as possible utilizing as much amplification* and ticket sales we could garner as until it became impossible because I had to get to work producing something tangible. *[I'll link this reference at the bottom of this post]

And NOW! as I have produced something for many years I want to start screaming and mentioning those unmentionable things again I am yet again stifled. How? because now after a few decades of pilfering our dollar and regulating our industry to death, and creating subservient needy sheeple through our educational system and 'entitlements', those few dollars I have accumulated and subsequently been massively devalued by those same self serving special interest laded manipulating fux don't go far when falling on robotic sheeple ears.

What happened to the bootstraps that we as a people and nation used to be able to pull ourselves up by and get to doing that thing that so many thought impossible? Whatever it was that we decided that we thought we wanted that to be. They are now made in china and when we try to pull them up they break, releasing a whole myriad of cancer causing particulates. Well at least that way we can continue to subsidize the pharm industry to research what's wrong with us and how they can help medicate our minds so that we don't get depressed and worry about the problem.

Maybe we should be medicated and depressed when we see the aliens coming with hungry stomachs. There are a lot of us, a whole lot. I hope they don't treat us like we did the buffalo so long ago. I mean, if they're going to see us as stock, remember, we're not infinite. Please look at us as a sustainable resource. But don't let us think for ourselves too much. It could lead to dissent. Which might cause us to get up from our couches and actually do something about the problem.

Wow, hindsight is 20/20 when your head is being shoved right up it.
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* BLOODBATH

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Global Warming VS pollution in general. The skewing of a reasonable debate.

Just for the point of clarification. I live in An earth sheltered home.I just thought that before I get into the meat of the subject here that I dispel first any forethought that I am any kind of greenie, tree hugger, etc etc etc, or something. As a matter of fact I am very much not any sort of radical such as that. I live here, bought this place, and believe in this type of structure for very few reasons. It just makes damn sense from a variety of viewpoints. Number one is savings of the almighty dollar and the desire to NOT pay the subsidized, government created monopolistic utilities any more than I need too. And, I love the location and setting.
I'm frankly sick of the hypocrisy. I take the stance that pollution, in just about every definition, including that which causes an exacerbation of the greenhouse effect, effects us in a whole myriad of ways. First and foremost it is a direct infringement on our personal well being.
Now, to further clarify something. I do think the world is warming up. Do I think it is all at the root our own cause? Of course not. I'm sick and tired of the media touting only part of the issue to cause such alarm. Look at the facts of science. THE WHOLE DAMNED SOLAR SYSTEM IS HEATING UP! Yes, all of it! this is not just a problem on earth and I really don't care at all if it's a cyclical event or not. (I will not fall trap to any argument otherwise that purportedly justifies itself by our cold summer here. Those are also easily explained if any one feels the need to do the research. But I will not get into that discussion or argument here as it really has no viable application to this post.) It is everywhere in our solar system. The issue here is that we are producing enough pollution in a variety of fashions that exacerbates the problem intensely. It just confuses me no end that people cannot or will not get it! The debate is ludicrous. The debate should not be how can we stop global warming, The debate should be how can we limit pollution in general? this is a personal property issue! If what a company or individual does effects me then I want the legal recourse to sue their asses off. That's right, stop dumping crap into the atmosphere for me and my children to breathe, drink and ingest, to rain back down on us, to exacerbate the effect set into motion by Ra.
Yes, I'll accept not being able to go to the store to buy yet more frivolous crap that I don't really need anyway. Sorry if that hurts the economy a bit by limiting the amount of useless crap we manufacture for our consumption. At least we'll be saving some of our resources for the future generations.
Well, at least that way we won't have as much of a problem and controversy of giving the mining companies rights to drill or exhume in the future. After all our resources are essentially depleted I don't think any one will have any problem letting them mine the massive piles of trash and garbage we have so conveniently built out of our natural resources.
Hey! maybe they can mine all the gasses we have put into the atmosphere as well! why mine Jupiter's atmosphere in the future for the gas! Just keep pumping it into our own so that we can mine it here!
This of course after we've all but eliminated ourselves by filling the atmosphere with enough elements to justify the investment to mine it.
Oh, and that brings up yet another problem doesn't it? Is all of this really caused by the simple math that there are just way too many of us?
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Barry Goldwater. we need you now!

“Remember that a government big enough to give you everything you want is also big enough to take away everything you have.”

“I would remind you that extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice! And let me remind you also that moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.”

“I think every good Christian ought to kick Falwell right in the ass.”

“If everybody in this town connected with politics had to leave town because of chasing women and drinking, you would have no government.”

"Mark my word, if and when these preachers get control of the party, and they're sure trying to do so, it's going to be a terrible damm problem. Frankly, these people frighten me. Politics and governing demand compromise. But these [extremist]Christians believe they are acting in the name of God, so they can't and won't compromise. I know, I've tried to deal with them"

“I have little interest in streamlining government or in making it more efficient, for I mean to reduce its size. I do not undertake to promote welfare, for I propose to extend freedom. My aim is not to pass laws, but to repeal them. It is not to inaugurate new programs, but to cancel old ones that do violence to the Constitution or that have failed their purpose, or that impose on the people an unwarranted financial burden. I will not attempt to discover whether legislation is ``needed'' before I have first determined whether it is constitutionally permissible. And if I should later be attacked for neglecting my constituents "interests,'' I shall reply that I was informed that their main interest is liberty and that in that cause I am doing the very best I can.”

“Well, we’ll just see about that.”

Barry Goldwater
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Ok all you crispy neo-con fux who stole the party, GO AWAY! I want my party back!

Juneau 2010!
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voter dissent

Where's the box that you check if you don't like anyone running? The "none of the above" box?
The one where if the none of the above box gets the most votes they just have to throw us a whole new set of candidates.
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Reality experiment : Alaska

Welcome to the reality experiment Alaska!

This is a sub category of the reality experiment:US
which is subbed from Reality experiment:Earth

The exact categorization can be found here
NOTE: (the government moves this linked page around very agressively. The freedom of information act requires the gov to post all info concerning these types of experiments but does not guarantee a swift and easy path to information.If the link doesn't work please follow the instructions below. I will do everything I can tho to keep the link working as often as possible)

Or you can google this for further info.
section 1.34 sub.-00563 reality experiment alaska.

You might need to change some wording around. or eliminate some segments of the description but eventually you'll come up with a search that will actually take you somewhere. Unless of course if the maverick Sarah Palin has gotten all mavericky on them with an increased infusion of maverickness.
good luck.

Thank you for having been an unwilling subject of the reality experiment

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The Ultimate Inversion is upon us

"We are fast approaching the stage of the ultimate inversion: the stage where the government is free to do anything it pleases, while the citizens may act only by permission; which is the stage of the darkest periods of human history, the stage of rule by brute force."
Ayn Rand

genetic bar codes on bananas

So this morning I stopped by the gas station to get a doughnut and a banana. Hmm, I'm not sure I need to continue writing this at all. That sounds weird enough.



Well, ok. Anyway, I chose my banana and doughnut and went to stand in line at the counter. The girl typed in the price for the doughnut and then she picked up the banana and held it to the scanner as if to read the bar code. Quickly and with some small embarrassment, or a quick laugh at herself she said something akin too, "hmmmph, whew, bananas don't have bar codes" then with another quick laugh she typed in the code. My brain went somewhere and came back with the reply that,"well with technology as it is today I wouldn't be surprised if they don't start genetically engineering a bar code into them." she snickered lightheartedly and caught the modern irony of the thing and I went to work.

Oh boy, Bar codes, bananas, genetics, genetic code, bar code. Yeah, the genetic bar code of the banana!

"Good buds, big. Big, buds. Good, big buds, Big buds. Big good. Big. Mr. Big, Bud Good, Bud Good. Mr. Big is Bud Good."

That's right. I've narrowed my synaptic reasoning down to a Cheech and Chong movie.
If that isn't scary enough I dwelled on this most of the morning after getting to work. No, That's not all I do at work but this morning was work that I had done a thousand times before and it was as if my mind and body was pre-programmed for the operation at hand and was as much autonomic as anything else so I could do things like think about all the technology advances today as they might affect the market place as it relates to the banana and other fruits.

So I started thinking that "you know what? If they could actually genetically engineer a banana to grow with a bar code then they wouldn't need as many big huge pieces of machinery to grind up all that pulp wood. Then they wouldn't need all that other type of machinery to process it into little sticky pcs of paper. and they wouldn't need all that petroleum or other based ink products and the machinery to print those little codes that aren't bar codes that they stick to the sides of fruit before they sell them to let the girl at the counter know what to punch in to the machine that lets you know how much to pay for the banana or other fruit.

Wow, the only ones getting rich here are the people that engineer the genetically engineered bananas which grow with bar codes already embedded in their peels. skins, What the hell do you call those? I mean, you peel a banana but of what?<--digression at it's worst.

whew, that would eliminate all the people who were previously needed to build and operate the machines that do all that coding on the little sticky pieces of paper that they stick to the side of bananas and other fruits for the girl at the counter to accidentally swipe as a bar code before correcting herself and typing it in.

So now we have the issue of either saving the planet by not using all those resources and polluting the place to make those little sticky things for the sides of fruit. Or eliminating a lot of jobs because we will already have the bar codes on the sides of bananas and other fruits upon maturity of the fruit.

Ha! that way we can also control when the fruit is picked! If we genetically engineer the bar code to become readable at just the right time we'll have a constant source of perfect bananas every time! No more "earthy tasting bananas because they've been picked too early to get them to shipment to collect the almighty buck as soon as possible but a perfect banana every time.
Then since the bananas will be perfectly timed for their picking every single time the demand will go up because of more people buying bananas because they can count on the perfect banana every time and more farms and workers will be needed to pick all the perfect bananas in a perfectly timely manner and the balance will have been restored.
Yeah,good thing we resolved that one huh?

Oh no, we've eliminated the middle class. We've gone from all the people designing machines, operating machines, picking fruit, etc to just engineers and pickers.

sigh
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A fun little prediction by Ron Paul in 2003

Sept. 10th 2003 Rep. Ron Paul testifies before the House financial services committee

“Ironically, by transferring the risk of a widespread mortgage default, the government increases the likelihood of a painful crash in the housing market,” Paul predicted. “This is because the special privileges granted to Fannie and Freddie have distorted the housing market by allowing them to attract capital they could not attract under pure market conditions. As a result, capital is diverted from its most productive use into housing. This reduces the efficacy of the entire market and thus reduces the standard of living of all Americans.

“Despite the long-term damage to the economy inflicted by the government’s interference in the housing market, the government’s policy of diverting capital to other uses creates a short-term boom in housing,” Paul went on. “Like all artificially created bubbles, the boom in housing prices cannot last forever. When housing prices fall, homeowners will experience difficulty as their equity is wiped out. Furthermore, the holders of the mortgage debt will also have a loss. These losses will be greater than they would have otherwise been had government policy not actively encouraged over-investment in housing."


wow
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On An Anchorage Daily news political blog today...

...was a post that read simply,

"Northern Quilted is selling a new 3-ply toilet paper. That Just might put ADN out of business."




I'm still LOL.

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Dinosaurs

So Sarah Palin thinks that the world is only 4000 years old. That means she can't believe in dinosaurs either. So how is it then that she leagued up with one?

OMG

Sara Palin is going to get REAL rich.

Sunday

The salve is working...

...even though it melted my right foot. I should have experimented in a little noticed spot. You know, like all the labels say? But I didn't so I can take it.

The Jesus Light church?

I was driving home yesterday and saw yet another oddity. Well, at first glance the definition that came to my head in explanation of a phrase I read on a sign somewhere on Lake Otis seemed an oddity to me. Anyone who knows me knows that I am, to put it mildly, not exactly a very spiritual guy, But for those that are of religious or spiritual persuasion I'm not so sure that a "Jesus Light" church really fits the bill too well.

Or maybe it does.

Wanna lose weight? get some 'Light tuna casserole' or something. Light foods mean there's 50% less fat calories or something. I guess maybe the Jesus Light church, being a religious facility has possibly taken the initiative and "Trimmed the fat" out of the Bible. Gotten rid of a lot of the contradictions, loosened some of the more stringent rules and such, maybe even trimmed away the part that, to them, makes them a better person than the rest of us by getting rid of the self righteous leanings in their own teachings and sermons.
Yeah, maybe they are providing a needed service to the community. For those that think religion is just way to "Heavy" and would go to Sunday meetings and such if there was just someplace that would lighten up a bit. You know?
Have a beer,
Get a little envious of "Bobs" new boat,
Enjoy looking at his New wife with a little less than an honorable synapse.
Finally steal that stupid pink flamingo out of his yard that your dog just has to keep running to and pissing on.

Now there is a choice.

Now we have "The Jesus Light Church".
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Todays house buying hell story

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Everything shook then all of a sudden the forests edge opened up. It came at us so fast. The trees whipped it around a bit as they closed in again before it got heels and made it's charge. We were about a hundred yards away when it emerged. Every few yards or so we were able to see the difference in size and build as the thing literally grew and expanded the closer and closer it got to us. We thought it was all over for us when a big hole opened in the ground. a mole climbed into sight and hurriedly called "This way". 20 yards away the now enormous red eyed and frothing beast stormed in on us at an ever more furious pace. We shot down the hole. It immediately became dark as the earth closed back in above us. We were again hurriedly asked to "move along". The sounds of the beast attempting to claw it self through the earth to get at us grew fainter by the moment.
It's dark.
But I feel safer here now.
For now.
But it's not over yet.
This beast has a weakness.
I will find it.
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Comedian George Carlin dies at 71

As if this place hasn't been silent enough as of late we'll now be silent still again.
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I have figured one thing out about the mortgage industry right now.

"Everything looks like it's all in order so we should be able to close tomorrow."

It's always tomorrow.
But tomorrow never comes because as soon as it gets here it becomes today again.
But it can't happen today because it's not tomorrow yet.
So it'll be tomorrow.
Until tomorrow, when once again it's today.
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Ask me where I've been lately?
Don't go there.
It's not pretty and it's why I'm brain dead right now.
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I'm currently brain dead

But my doctor assures me that I do have a large shopping bag that I keep next to my bed. I write stuff down on little pieces of paper and throw all my ideas in there for later. When there's too much I just mash it down. I think I might have accidentally thrown a couple pieces of chewing gum in there to. I'm not sure how that's going to pan out when I get back. They do say I get back. They do.

They?
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just imagine

I wonder where the technology of war would be today if way back when, instead of using sticks and rocks as our first weapons, we had begun by pelting toads at each other.
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wow, of all the things I never thought I'd witness this was the most unexpected. I can't believe that I saw the whole damned thing from it's conception on. It was absolutely the most bizarre thing I've ever seen. Sheese, if the granite eyes and feet of glass weren't enough The thing had just an innumerable amount of snakes falling from what I can only surmise to be nostrils. Even tho they were situated not on the face but lower, on a sort of abdomen maybe. I never felt threatened for some reason. It might be that it seemed to fade in and out of sight, or maybe shifting dimensions?, I don't know, but it might have been partially due to that that kept my anxiety or fear at bay. That was until it saw me. It looked at me with the coldest gaze I'd ever seen. I was frozen

The Ravens Confession

Today, in a busy Anchorage parking lot a grouping of people stood mesmerized as a single raven made a perplexing spectacle. “Cast not your eyes up to the sky! Your worthless Gods are a lie! What pitiful prayers and foolish superstitions have I heard and seen from you. Oh ye of puny intellect you are too blind to see. It was I who allowed the sun to shine and in turn I shroud its light. I am the bringer of health and the bearer of demise.” With damning arrogance and fate filled confidence in both voice and gait the raven spits forth his fury. “I’ve watched you all along! Why do I tell you now? I grow tired of your petty strife. I’m sickened by your wars. It’s time the seas shall rise! The lands will burn and ground will turn! ‘Tis I who hold the sway, the might, and the final say. Think this to be some grand confession? Bah! You should already know. It is for me should you have built great halls! Do not try now to in your final hour call. You should have realized long ago, ‘twas the Raven after all.”

Tormen Tagain
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This is for anyone who has ever witnessed the pompous pride and condescending superiority that a raven seems to exude in it's gait and "speech" as we inadvertently move it with our vehicle from it's claimed spot in the parking lot.

Tic Tacs and equilibrium

Yesterday evening I fell and slid partway under my truck while opening the passenger door to let my daughter out. I've been wondering why I took that fall. I've parked at the same spot all winter here in my driveway. Even though there is a notable angle and lots of ice I've never fallen before. I'm used to walking on the ice since I live in Alaska for gods sake but I think I came up with a theory. I usually don't have Tic Tacs in my mouth. I think maybe at the time of opening the door I must have slid the Tic Tacs to the left side of my mouth disrupting the equilibrium and weight of my body to the left side while on the relative slick and angled surface of ice and caused myself to tumble over.

AS an experiment I again placed the tic tacs in my mouth, kept them centrally located and opened the door to my truck. I didn't fall this time.
My recommendation is that if you are going to walk around with Tic Tacs in your mouth keep them situated toward the center of your mouth while walking. Especially in the winter when there is much ice on the ground.

As a further note maybe it is possible to control a fall if while falling you quickly shift the Tic Tacs to the opposite side of the mouth from the direction you are falling. Maybe it will cause the opposite effect to right yourself before hitting the ground. I'll let you know how that experiment goes.
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The movie: an update

Well here I sit with about 1/2 a weekend of work coming up. Yes, working saturday. No I'm not complaining, It affords us our house, our food, our kids too! :) and to tell the truth I for some sick reason still like to work. What the f is wrong with me! Maybe it's that I like that what I do is value added to some extent. Horseshit, they'll tear it up and change it in 5 yrs so that can't be it. It must be that I can see it taking shape and becoming something and I get to be involved from start to finish on this crap. No, I think that's crap too. I think what I like about this stuff is that,um, well, dammit, hmmmm, well, because sometimes it's fun and there's a lot of good people involved in the same crap toward the same objective. To get the hell out of there and on to the next one!
Because there is a next one. And THAT! is the good thing about it all. If there comes a time that there isn't a next one I'll start worrying. Who the hell am I kidding. If it ever becomes a time that there isn't a next one then that would be adversity and adversity is my best friend. We like to trade jabs a lot. For anyone out there into numerology, ( for the record I am not one of them), I am an 8. What the hell does that mean? well, nothing to me but my better half says it means that anything I try to do will be wrought through trial, adversity, defeat, and consequence. That I'll have to fight tooth and nail for everything and nothing will be easy but as an 8 I'll never give up and I'll come through it all stronger than I was before.

whatever.

And what a pile of shit.

All I want to do is make a movie. A little short 13 minute movie, (notice the length for further adversity. That is if you're a superstitious type. Again, I'm not.)

But I have to work tomorrow so I won't be able to further it's progress until later in the evening. After I figure out what's wrong with the heater at the set. And why all the paneling I put up in building the set is warping. And then I have to hook up the new computer I had to purchase because my recent computer wouldn't run the editing software because I happen to have the only fairly new AMD processor that's not compatible with it. This all in the hopes that the 4x4 capability continues to work in the toyota because on the same day I bought the new computer the 4 wheel drive went out and we had to get it fixed and I got locked out of my truck because my door lock quit working so I had to keep plugging the meter at the parking lot with dollars so they wouldn't tow my truck while I tried to get into the damned thing.

I'm an 8.
whatever.

I'm going to make a 13 minute movie no matter what it takes.
At least there's a good stout at the end of the rainbow.
Oh, did I say I'm Irish too? There's an old Irish saying, or rather a law I suppose. "whatever can go wrong will." No doubt the name on my mailbox is going to be superman. Why? because some old philosopher said " what doesn't kill us only makes us stronger."

Goddamit! I'm going to make a 13 minute movie!
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And then I'll have a party.
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I don't know what to write

I remember how it started. I was staring at the wall and found everything to be emptying out of my head. If I looked down it emptied ugly all over my keyboard. If I looked up then I would feel and taste it running down my throat like some bad cold might. So here I sit at the end of the capacity hoping that something spurs a few cells to make a stand and rebel against the mass emigration.
Wait a minute. If I look down then the stuff from my brain falls onto my keyboard. Maybe it'll leach into the computer somehow this way and.....MAybe not.

It's 7:40 P.M. Do you know where your Stout is?

Eyepoke

There, a more befitting animation. I think maybe this one better understands the tone and mindset of this blog. Hmm? did I just credit this animation with a dose of personification? I'll have to have a sit down conversation with the hemispheres about that one.

This one talked to me as I was editing frames, (It was the little guy on my left shoulder not the right).
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it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.

Some things just almost write themselves

try as I might I'm not sure I could ever come up with anything more satirical sounding than the truth when it comes to prescription drugs and the mega greed corps that produce them.

Side effects of major drugs:

Paxil (an antidepressant) could induce thoughts of suicidal thinking and behavior.

Celebrex (a pain medicine) could cause ulceration, bleeding, and death

Lunesta (a sleep aid) asks us to contact the doctor if we do things like drive a car while sleeping

I was going to go on but I don't feel like it. I need to get some sleep but I'm not tired so I think I'll take some Lunesta and drive down to the bar where I can feel pity for myself because of the bleeding ulcer caused by the celebrex I was taking for the pain of hitting the rocks below the bridge where I tried to kill myself while on Paxil.
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A what? A movie?

In 1999 I had an idea to make a movie. I had much of the idea in my head but I had no script, no camera, no.... cut to the chase- I had no clue. Life happens and plans must be diverted or put off. Well,it's back in a big way. I still have very little clue but what I do have is a script, sort of, a pro style cam on the way, and a spot where I'll be building my sets. To begin with I've since set the initial story idea aside for now because I want to do that one after I've hit the proving ground a little and really F***ed some things up before I torch my initial story inspiration. Basically I want to take a screaming run at concrete swimming pool, dive in and hope there's water. If there is no water in the pool then I expect that before I break my head I'll realize the situation and tuck and roll before I hit the bottom. There.
So, I've accepted reality reluctantly and realized that this thing is not going to be some grand feature film headed for the Oscars but a warped as hell, abstracted, dark, ominous, and twisted tale weaved into an 8 to 18 minute short film. Hopefully, if it gets accepted and shown in any festivals, people will leave their chairs thinking and saying "WOW, what the F**k was that?" No, not "Cool!" or "Gee, that was really neat". No I am fully expecting and hunting for "What the F**k was that?" You see, there are a thousand films that people leave thinking it was really cool or something then leave and that's it. I want them to, whether they liked it or not to have it swimming around through their cranial wrinkles as their damaged synapses search for a reason. I want it to linger.
I want it to be such a question that the brain dehydrates and starts feeding off the eyeball juices to keep itself going in the search for the answer.
I have a lot of work to do.
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