Wednesday, April 7, 2010

FantasyDreamSleepStuff


For years now, to fall asleep at night, I have developed 3 movies that I watch in my head. Well maybe not whole movies, I have never seen how they end. Basically I guess you could call them scenarios.
A fantasy world all of my own.
A playground for the mind.
By doing this it keeps my brain from rolling around what I would be worrying about or whatever is burning up the gray matter at the time.

1. If I was King: This is a generally new one but it is basic in its function. I am monarch of the entire world. Oh I let the presidents and leaders rule their countries but I rule them. It's your average everyday power trip.

2. Mutant: A meteor swims through the cosmos for eons and is struck by lightning just as it enters into the earth's atmosphere. The lightning then strikes me, as I am carrying a box load of comic books out to the garage. The pages are left blank as I am endowed with all the powers of all the superheros ever. This is an action orientated one in what would I do with this new power. Fight Crime? Maybe later. Get rich quick? Yeah!

3. I am infective: This is usually when I am pretty horny and nothing to do with it (like usual). My touch makes everyone my slave to my every whim. Women fall down at my feet and beg for just a touch. Again another power trip but this one has a lot fucking in it.

I used to have 2 other ones but I had to stop using them because I found they would have adverse effects on me. For instance Zombie World would have a tendency to get the adrenal glands pumping and make me restless as the whole flight or fight thing would kick in.
The other was richest man.
Yet another power trip but this one usually would leave me down and depressed as any thoughts of money have no business in your head when you are trying to sleep. Also this one would have too much reality infused in it so it would have a tendency to bring me down and make reality force its way into my head.
I have since trained my brain that when these movies pop up on the big screen in my head my body starts to shut down knowing it's time to sleep.
I don't know what other people do to fall asleep.
Wildcat and Beast both hit the pillow and go out where PHM and I have a tendency to have to sit around and wait to fall asleep (if at all).
Might as well have some fun while you are waiting.
Best waiting room in the world and there is no co-pay.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary.




Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...

Day 983 of my captivity...

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.


Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.................

Monday, April 5, 2010

pretty good relationship


I think I have a pretty good relationship with my offspring.
They know that daddy will listen.
Daddy will let them give their side of any story.
Daddy is fair.
They also know (PHM more than Beasty) that Daddy is slightly unstable.
That daddy wasn't always the man they know.
Daddy used to be a bad, bad man.
That daddy is nice to them because he loves them and he loves them so he is nice to them.
That daddy can be a right down dirty bastard if he needs to be.
That daddy has a temper that gets away from him. (see blog point on temper)
This has worked to PHMs advantage at times, she even like to tell the story about how her daddy once stabbed a pencil into a guys leg just for messing with his coat.
(see blog point on pencil)

Well now she is 14 going on 15 and boys are in the picture.
Today I was reading her text messages, which is a chore in itself as she gets thousands of them.
I was just doing a spot check as I am within my right to do.
(she screams privacy but she knows that I pay for the phone and I am the daddy so I can look if I want.)
I ran across one boys text that said
And I quote.
"I would like a bj but you said you didn't do that."
Now I give my girl credit for saying she doesn't do that (no matter what the context is) and I give her the benefit of the doubt that she is still holding strong onto her Christian values about sex.
She knows that daddy is easy going and lets her do a lot of stuff her mother doesn't just because her mother will say no automatically, no matter what the issue is.
If it inconveniences Wildcat then it is not to be done. PHM knows she can talk to me about anything and the only stipulation I demand is to not lie to me.
Don't lie to me because when you do I don't know when I can trust you and this has worked out rather well.
Therefore this boy must die.
Ok maybe not die but I am certainly going to put the fear of Zombee into her and her friends.
That kind of talk is not ok for 14 year olds period and I don't care who you are you will not talk to my daughter like that. She is also not a piece of girlmeat to be referenced in such a manner.

Tonight I will hear her side of the story but she knows I am very mad about it and knows that this boy had better not show his face anywhere within 100 yards.
Oooh I am kinda hoping this kid tries to play tough guy!
The whole "I'm not afraid of your dad." routine.

I invented that routine.

All I will have to do is make mention to PHM that I will be "calling a visit" to this kid with her Uncle Blake (my brother from another mother.) and she will truly fear for his life.

Sometimes having a bed rep is a good thing.

Review of 'The Zombie Combat Manual' by Roger Ma - AOL News

Review of 'The Zombie Combat Manual' by Roger Ma - AOL News

The last thing you ever hear is the moaning.

By that time, they've already surrounded your home, their fingernails scratching at the walls. The moaning grows louder, like the hum of a million bees. And just as you realize what they are and your terror is almost complete, a windowpane shatters ...

I'm talking, of course, about zombies.
Zombie Combat Manual
"The Zombie Combat Manual" by Roger Ma gives practical advice for ghoul extermination, with vivid illustrations by Y.N. Heller.

Where are you right now? At your home computer? In the office? Take a look around. What is the nearest thing you could use as a weapon if the undead should come shambling through your doorway? How many could you take down with it? One? Two? Five?

What if you had to fight your way through 40 zombies? Maybe you've seen a zombie movie or two, but if you had to, could you kill one today? Bravado aside, are you absolutely positive you even know how to kill a zombie?

Fortunately, you probably haven't had to deal with the sick horror of a zombie apocalypse. Yet. But help is here with a new book by Roger Ma called "The Zombie Combat Manual: A Guide to Fighting the Living Dead." In it, Ma analyzes -- in extraordinary detail -- how to prepare physically and mentally to protect yourself in a zombie outbreak, particularly an extended one that could cover weeks or even months.

Oh sure, it may seem easy to dismiss a future zombie invasion as unlikely simply because it hasn't happened yet, but ask yourself this: How much is it worth to have the security not to feel the deathless bite of a hungry corpse crunching through your skull?
Zombie Combat Manual
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What's the best way to kill a zombie? Author Ma says guns, kitchen cutlery, gardening tools and even Swiss halberds can do the trick, if you have the skill.

I was concerned at first that this would be little more than a rehashing of the groundbreaking work by Max Brooks, but "The Zombie Combat Manual" gains a tremendous amount of depth by narrowing its focus: Instead of discussing the roots, history and process of zombification, it assumes the eventuality of infestation so you can begin to prepare for it right away.

More important than hypothesizing over the possible cures or treatment for zombiism, it jumps into preparing for close-range undead combat. While it doesn't avoid important considerations like shelter and defensive fortifications, the meat of the book delves into the preparation aspects necessary prior to any combat: self-assessment of physical strengths and weaknesses, evaluation of fitness and point-by-point considerations of every class and type of likely weaponry that would be available to the average person in the case of an undead outbreak, from Swiss halberds to kitchen cutlery to gardening tools. Nothing is overlooked.
Zombie Combat Manual
© Berkley Trade Paperbacks/Penguin Group
The author of "The Zombie Combat Manual" has a background in emergency planning.

A valuable point is made early on: What is most effective against a zombie is not necessarily the most practical in the event of a long-term infestation. For example, guns are effective, but ammunition must be sufficient, and in the likelihood of traveling to a safe area, all of the ammunition would need to be carried -- a very real concern.

For all of the more practical weapons, careful consideration is shown to the strengths and weaknesses of each: effectiveness, life span, skill level required to be effective, availability and cost.

Ma's background in emergency planning and preparation is evident as he drills down past basic assumptions to confront the reality of fleeing a shuffling horde of flesh-hungry ghouls. The best compliment I could give the book is that several times, I found myself agreeing with some discussion before I caught myself and said, "Wait, this is about freaking zombies."

It also raises the question about how prepared we are to defend our mortality against other unseen foes that remain outside of our everyday consciousness. It's easy to forget about them, partly because they occupy a different part of our consciousness. It's always us vs. them, whereas the shuffling undead feel more like us vs. us. We retain our humanity against outside foes, and we band together when the outside force is great enough.

Still, it's that sameness that we share with the undead that makes zombie conflict most disturbing. They have two eyes, a nose and a mouth, like us. They walk upright, like us. They look human, like us. No other conflict evokes the same sense of dread, not even Bill Barker's bleak Schwa universe, where human enslavement is inevitable and where capture and probing, while not necessarily enjoyable, is as much a part of everyday life as anything else.

All I know is that I'm going to look into Swiss halberds. You just can't be too careful.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Almost made a point there...


It's really diversified what one person can put up with and another cannot.
For instance
My father HATED thieves.
I don't mind thieves as long as there is a use and reason.
Don't get me wrong, stealing is wrong but every rule has it's exceptions
Stealing to steal is stupid and juvenile but stealing to augment a poor rate of pay is understandable (in my book). Doesn't make it OK but if you have to feed your family then you will do whatever it takes.
So no I don't hate thieves per se.
Just don't steal from a person. If you feel you HAVE to steal the do it from a company/corporation, etc. they have the insurance to take care of the difference.
If you are going to do something wrong or illegal you have to go into it understanding that there is a 99% chance you will be caught and you will be punished. So don't do the crime if you can't do the time.
I am teaching my kids that stealing is indeed wrong and that something means more to you if you earn it rather than have it handed to you (or you hand it to yourself)

My mother HATES liars.
I don't mind liars either. Actually I am rather gullible in that I take everything at face value.
I usually will tell my kids that I know that they lied and they have been caught in their lie and they will be punished for being caught. There has been 1 or 2 though, that extreme measures were taken to enforce a lie and I have let that slide.
No, I certainly do not want my children lying on a regular basis but I have been known to let a good lie slide.
Oh I know that is just horrible I am failing my kids in what is right and wrong.
I don't see it that way.
Look around, the world aint "Little House on the Prairie" out there.
This world is just 2 steps below "Mad Max".
Kids today need different survival skills basics to just exist much less function in today's world.
I myself believe in 99% truth 99% of the time and that I do enforce.
Why? Mainly because it is easier to remember the truth then it is a lie.
Sometimes the truth is harder to take then a lie anyway.
The same rules applies though, you have to go into it knowing you will be found out.

However some occasions demand a lie and everyone knows this yet no one wants to acknowledge it.
"Yes. That is pretty."
"I like what you like."
"Elect me."
"You are the best!"
"I had an orgasm."
"He did not suffer."
We even lie to ourselves every day.*
"I look good", "My life is super!", "I couldn't be happier.", "I love my job."

So why not learn how to craft a well framed lie? It is a skill that you will need in your life.
I used to be a grand liar (not really something you want to brag about) until I came to a point in my life where I feel I don't have a reason to lie.
I say what I think and the rest be damned.

OK hold on... I had a point to this when I started here.
I was going somewhere with this...
Damn.
The train has derailed, gone over a cliff and disappeared.







Thursday, April 1, 2010

YouTube - Democrat Hank Johnson Afraid Guam Will "Tip Over and Capsize"

YouTube - Democrat Hank Johnson Afraid Guam Will "Tip Over and Capsize"




I would pay cash money to watch Guam tip over just because Sargent Slaughter had an extra McNugget with his happy meal.
seriously?
This was an elected official? THIS GUY was the best they had?
Oh wait.. that sounds too much like a presidental election.
They must have just grabbed Rubby town drunk and offered him a pint to ramble on about a lost Gilligans Island episode.

this just in.... Hawaii now in talks with Michelin Tires to use the corpse of the Michelin Man as a flotation device.


dumb ass.







achoo


I was on my lunch today enjoying a walk in the brilliant warm sunlight and a raggedy old man approached me on a bike.
His hair was long and brown and his beard was gray as steel.
His bike had an old milk crate tied to the handlebars to use as a basket.
I wasn't going to give this guy a second thought.
In fact I was thinking "hmm another one of those homeless people."

Then he slowed as he passed me and said in a chipper voice.
"Have a blessed day!"
I did not know what I was expecting, if anything at all, but that took me by surprise somehow.
"Why, you too!" I managed to get out as he pedaled past.
"Oh, I will!" he called back to me and smiled.
I went on about my walk and realized
That for that one maybe two seconds there I actually felt better.
Better about everything and everyone.
I know I have only had about an hour of sleep and I am sure a veil of grumpiness will soon overtake me.
But you know what?
Thank you bike man.
I think I will have a blessed day today.
Yes sir, I believe I will.