Friday, December 28, 2018

human garbage

Just when I start feeling, better about the human race some piece of human trash knocks my meter back to zero

There was this piece of human waste who had two daughters. Cute little girls I think like four and one
She locked them in her car in Texas for 15 hours during the heat of the summer day
So she could go party with her friends.
These poor innocent children
            *God this just breaks my heart*
These children who look up to mommy as their guide. Their protector. Literally, their everything.
A child's trust in their parents is one of the purest things on the planet and she just let them die.
At one point, someone came into the house that she was partying at and said, "Your kids are in the car screaming. Should we let them in the house?"
To which she said, "No. they will cry themselves to sleep"
Finally the next morning...God, the next morning
She eventually goes out the next morning and only then decides to call an ambulance
One doctor worked for 40 hours straight trying to save the little girl's life while her mother stayed at a local motel because it would be more comfortable then being by her child's side.
When she did make it to the hospital it was to giggle and text her friends while her baby fought for her life.
Both little girls died.
They died in pain, wondering what they did so wrong that their mommy would lock them in an oven and never come back.

On 12/18, this garbage of a person was sentenced to forty years in prison.
Forty years?
That is not enough.
Why does she get to live?
She needs to be sentenced to forty years in a small metal box
A small box wide enough that she can't sit down and short enough that she can't stand up in
Surrounded by sunlamps
Then every 15 hours brought out, given fluids, allowed to recuperate as much as possible in the next nine hours while having to listen to cries and screams of children
and then sent right back in.
each day
every day

I know that this is just fantasy but forty years in prison is just not enough punishment
I can only hope that someone at the prison finds out what she did and is able to extract some measure of revenge for these poor children
Then she can explain to God why she destroyed the gifts he entrusted to her.

Monday, December 24, 2018

a shitty day

In your body you have pain receptors and when you take a painkiller, the medication goes to these receptors and shuts them off.
The problem is, is that you have the same receptors in your gut as you do in your brain and the medication does not have a way to discriminate as to which ones to shut off.
This is why extended use of any painkillers will slow down and stop your bowels.

They have created a medication now that goes to your guts receptors and turns them all back on.
What this does for me is every day for about the first three to four hours I have excessive bouts of diarrhea. I may have one or two normal logs but after that, it is just all liquid.
It can also be quite painful as my now woke intestines shake and pulse and pump to try and get all the waste out.

I learned the hard way when the proper time to take the medication was. I used to take it when I was getting ready for work, so about 6am, I would leave for work and by the time I arrived at 6:45 I would need to use the restroom.
Something changed one day
Everything was going just as normal and my wife and I were almost to her office to drop her off when I felt this overwhelming need to defecate.
Literally, "OH SHIT"
I clenched up and figured "Ok no big deal I will just need to go into her office and use their restroom"
Then it stopped, went away, the urge was gone just as quickly as it had come on.
" Ok..." I thought, "This was just a warning shot across the bow"
I was wrong. It was not a warning shot. It was an ambush!
I dropped my wife off and had gotten no more than 3 blocks away when the urge came back as a necessity.
This wasn't an "OH by the way" message I was getting
This was a "This is happening now with or without you" message
Its 630 in the morning in the middle of downtown
There is nothing open
There is nowhere to go
As I accelerate through the streets, trying to get to work as quickly as I could, I actually thought about pulling over and using the street. I knew the kind of liquid mess that I was dealing with and how long I would need to be sitting there in the middle of the street with my ass hanging out.
This was not an option.
I got to work and slammed the van into park right by the doors.
Awkward kind of a loping run to the doors and dash into the lobby
I am hurting now and using all my willpower to hold my sphincter tight
The building has no public bathrooms and my office is on the eighth floor
I figure I would get to the sixth floor, as that was the first bathroom I had access.
As the elevator slowly makes its way up the shaft, I get my first turtlehead poking out.
I am now dancing about the elevator in pain and... shock? No... anxiousness
I know now it is going to be a photo finish and as each floor goes by, I start to doubt my ability to win, place or show.
Finally, the doors go ding and slide open.
I take one-step out and immediately shit my pants
So now, here it is 6:45 in the morning
The day hasn't even started yet and I have already
Enduring agonizing pain
Broken a handful of traffic laws
Embarrassed myself beyond all measure
So with a resounding "NO" I long step it to the bathroom and strip as quickly as possible to finish this deluge of liquid shit exiting my body as if from a garden hose.
I think all the holding it in compiled with the mental anguish pretty much stuck it all at the door waiting to leave.
There were a few stragglers waiting to leave the establishment but it didn't take long to clear them out.
It didn't take long.
I cleaned up as best I could and wrapped up my soiled undergarments in toilet paper and tossed them in the dumpster on my way back to the van.
My day was over.
I went back home
Took a shower
Threw all my clothes in the washing machine
and called into work saying I was not going to be in that day

Saturday, September 29, 2018

Music makes the world go around

Some people live and breathe by their music, bleed for it even.
Some people couldn't care less about music, they don't listen to the radio, albums, iPod, Zune, whatever or seek out new music at all. I fall into this category. I just don't listen to music anymore. I think it came from my brief stint living in Atlanta where I had a four hour commute (one-way) to work each day and I would hear the same songs over and over on the radio.
After a while I just stopped caring about listening to music.

but everyone has a favorite song, album or artist. The stuff they can always listen to.

For me, off the top of my head and in no particular order:
Queen - Queen just made good music, so many songs to choose from but I like just about every song on their album "a kind of magic"
This was the soundtrack for the 1986 movie Highlander and both the album and the movie are earmarks in my development

Alan Parsons Project - tales of mystery and imagination:
This is a themed album of songs derived from the works of Edgar Allen Poe. It is also the very first CD I ever bought.

David Bowie - Heroes, Changes, Under Pressure, Space Oddity, Never let me down. Geesh, I could go on.

Once more with Feeling - this is the soundtrack to the musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Not only are the tunes catchy, I mean really catchy, where they stick in your brain like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth
but the show was also a bonding moment between my kids and I, making it extra special

            Sweeny Todd - this is the soundtrack to the movie starring Johnny Depp. They did a good job. On the rare occasions, I listen to music this is what I can always listen too.

            Phil Collins - I like his solo stuff like No Jacket Required but I can dig some Genesis too.

            Dean Martin - Ain't that a kick in the head. Probably my all-time favorite song

And If I am in the mood then there is always
Alice Cooper
The Crow soundtrack
Van Halen - I like 1984 and 5150 the most
Motley Crue - I think their Dr. Feelgood album is my favorite

What's yours?

Thursday, September 6, 2018

The way this year has gone and still happy


In use a few short months my family has gone trough some fire
My wife’s breast cancer returned which was closely followed by a full mastectomy. Then as she grows her new rack she is also going through the awful kemo therapy. So a very vane and proud woman is having to hide beneath a wig as she continues to go to work each day. She is always tired and nothing tastes the same.but I strive on.

I drove a old 88 Taurus that started to have issues.I ended up getting hit, both front and back by uninsured drivers,ina two week period. One was a hit and run. Went out and spent a grand I did not have to purchase a car just to get to and from work.drove great on the way home and after tiling it and tagging it I drove it to work. On the way home I couldn’t get it to go above 30 mph. The PCM has gone out. So now we carpool until I can get the money together for that.but I strive on

My job is stressful as I work for a tech firm that our major client could go away at anytime and take my job with it. I live in constant pain each and everyday due to chronic constipation from my pain meds sowing down my guts.

So with all of this why am i posting this as happy? Because on July fourth I became a grandfather for the first time. The situation with my daughter and the father is, well there isn’t one but that’s ok. My granddaughter is a beautiful little girl who already has me twisted around her pinky finger, just like her mom did. Couldn’t love my girls more and I am happy they are in my life.

Maybe this doesn’t belong in as happy. Maybe I just wanted to vent a little . I think it is more like I have a gargantuan shitburger on my plate right now (that could easily be solved with a suitable application of large amounts of cash) an yet with all of that plus Christmas rolling up fast I still can find the glimmer of happy in my life and death grip it like a mountaineer dangling from a rope,

Thank you for listening to an old man ramble.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Ron and Dave on a Boat

A long, long, l o n g time ago back when I was in High School I went camping with my best friend Ron and his family. They were gracious and kind enough to invite me to El Dorado lake for the weekend, this guy whose idea of "roughing it" was a hotel with no attached restaurant and the pool was outside, in a tent.

Anyway we left after school on a Friday so once we got there it was dusk and the sun was dropping fast. Ron's dad backed the truck up to the boat dock and we launched the bass boat out into the lake and started putting out with a hearty "we will see you at the campsite"

So here we are boating across the lake. Ron driving and I am sitting there just staring out across the lake like a scene out of some kind of remedial Miami Vice episode.
Suddenly I hear/felt a "sqish"
I look down and my feet are splashing in a couple of inches of water. I look behind me to the back of the boat and the back of the boat is full of water.

Now before I go on let me mention that due to a mishap at a YMCA pool when I was really young, I have a healthy dose of aquaphobia. It's not a crippling amount but I do get anxious around large bodies of water and, as such, have never learned how to swim.

I point to the back of the rapidly filling boat and yelling to be heard over the engine "IS THAT NORMAL?!"
Ron looks back and looks back at me with his eyes as wide as hubcaps "WE FORGOT TO PUT THE BOAT PLUG IN!"
"WHERE IS IT?" I yell back as the water is now lapping at my ankles
"SEE IF YOU CAN FIND IT" he yells back and goes back to driving but I could tell his brain was now doing its mental gymnastics trying to figure out the best course of action. When Ron thought hard, you could actually see him think.

I went to the back of the boat to see if I could find a boat plug. Before this moment I did not know boats had plugs so I was now looking for something that

     A. I didn't know what looked like.

     B. Could very well not even be in the boat

     C. The sun had dropped out of the sky by now

After a bit I located a black thingamabob and held it up "IS THIS IT?"
So I proceed to try and jam the black plug into the small hole that water is gushing out of like faster then a garden hose
"IT WONT GO IN" Now there must have been something in my voice that alerted Ron as he yelled back
I didn't realize I was panicking however as I mentioned before... I am anxious
"I AM.... GOT IT!"
So, with the hole finally plugged he flipped on the bilge pumps to pump all the water out of the boat.
The water didn't budge.
It was a considerable amount of water and the tiny little pumps were not touching it.
"OK HERE IS THE PLAN" Ron yelled (so many previous and future mishaps were started with those words) "I AM GOING TO GO REALLY FAST

...........Sounded feasible to me.

So Ron sped up the boat and yelled NOW and I pulled the plug back out of the boat
He did circles in the dark, he did loops, he did straight lines really, really fast.
We now had more water in the boat.
So we gave up on the science approach and I jammed the plug back in. I tried bailing for a bit but I had nothing but my hands to use as we finally pulled up to the campsite.
I believe the pumps ran all night long and by the next morning, we had a fully functional, nothing remotely like a submarine, boat again.

The End

Oh and on a side note, later that day we went back to where we had been doing all of our zooming around in the dark to find out that we had been in a forest the whole time.

We should have crashed into a tree like a speeder bike in Return of the Jedi.
I related this story to my daughter last night and all I had to menion were boats and lakes and she immediatly pipped up "You didnt forget the boat plug did you?!". She is lightyears ahead of me already.

Friday, May 18, 2018

We are all going to DIE

Scientists estimate that 150-200 species of plant, insect, bird and mammal become extinct every 24 hours.

Extinct. There is never going to another like it again. Ever.
Now Nature takes care of her own and when she decides it is time for a species to move on that's ok. They had their time and now it is time for another to take its place.
When man steps in and just through a pure sense of greed, want desire we are killing them off.
The great Auk was killed because they made great pillow fluff
The passenger pigeon were killed simply because there were a lot of them. A flock could take an hour to pass over and in one 3 month period hunters killed 50,000 of them a day.
The Carolina parakeet was easy to kill because as a species they would stop to mourn their dead.
Leave it to clay-footed man to interrupt the natural order of life.

Sure, a human plague would be nice to thin the herd but that wouldn't be a teaching event. If anything, it would sway us the other direction and make us feel more self-important as a species.
We need an alien invasion.
Like Independence Day meets Predator
We need to find out we are not the top of the food chain anymore and that all life is important.
We need a humbling event to put straight in our heads what is important.

Instead, what we are doing is turning our home into a barren wasteland.
When my grandchildren are my age they are going to pay and pay dearly for what we have done.

Friday, May 4, 2018

waisting away

OK so HBO/Cinemax had a free preview weekend the other day and I went a bit overboard. I went to the theatre on Friday and saw 2 movies (it was to celebrate my wife and I 27th anniversary)and I guess figured I should not stop there. 
I have Netflix and Amazon so I have never really considered getting the movie channels but after this binge I might need to just to calm my ass down.


Central Intelligence

Alien : covenant

Independence Day: Resurgence


Mike and Dave Need wedding dates

Keeping up with the Joneses

Kong: Skull Island


Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children

The Great Wall

Game of Thrones

Bits of
The Shack (got interrupted so shut it off)
Get Out (fell asleep) and
LaLa Land (couldn't get into it)
Ants, SpongeBob, etc. (baby watching for a bit)

In the 48-hour period, Saturday to Sunday, I spent 34 hours awake/conscious. I am sure it was less but using 7am as an anchor which should suffice. Saturday I was awake 7am to midnight and Sunday about the same 7am to midnight.

I tallied up the time-spent viewing for Saturday and Sunday by calculating the minutes of each movie. I spent a total of 23 hours and 41 minutes watching TV. I didn't count the bits of stuff I watched so that number is actually well over 24 hours.

I cannot account for those missing 10 hours but you know what? I am willing to bet that I was watching TV.

Granted Sunday I was wrapped around a heating pad the entire day but come on man
It's like I am just waiting around to die.
I have this stupid notion that if I dont leave the house it will not cost me any money. This is not the life I signed up for.