True Horror

Only those people who have actually worked in retail know what a true horror black Friday really is.
It is truly a shining example of the pure stupidity of the human race.
I left retail back in 97 and since then I have gone and “tried” black friday twice.
I regretted it each time.
Back in my day it was a day where you go to bed on your holiday day off very early, usually while the sun was still shining and the smell of turkey still heavy in the air.
Then you have to get up way before the sun had even thought about raising it's heavy eyes and make it's long trek across the midnight sky.
You trudge into work and braced for a day where everyone wanted everything 10 minutes before they thought they might need it.
You spend 10 to 15 hours locked in a building while relatives and friends cavorted about enjoying their extended weekend as you feed the consumer machine with your blood and sweat. little bits of your soul keep flaking off like a cheap gold inlay as you watch the human mass swarm and push and fight and mill about like cattle with cash.
Finally you make it out and fight the sea of unwashed masses to your car and then fight the sea of twisted metal boxes just trying to get out of the madhouse. Once home you crash and know that the rest of your day is spent and worthless due to your pure exhaustion.
Now days it's even worse with each store trying to out do the other by opening earlier and earlier. Idiots standing in line for hours in the cold just to get a chance to get a cheap TV.
Everyone can stand back and say it is sickening and immoral and horrible.
But only those poor unfortunate souls who have been there.
Been on the front line and see the crazy first hand know.
War is Hell but Black Friday is just madness.

Its a living.

I can honestly say that there is very little that I truly "fear" however, Parts of my anatomy did crawl up inside of me and refuse to come back out for 2 hours after watching this. For a good VR view make sure to watch it full screen and close to your face.

Ive been here before?

You ever catch yourself doing something and You have no idea where the habit came from. For instance I noticed the other day that I drink with my pinkie extended. Obviously I've never been to an etiquette class doubt I've ever even been in the same sulfide as one. Wasn't raised to do so yet there it was. Never been a conscious thought of hey let's see how big of a pris I can be..as far as I can tell I've always done it so where did it come from? Maybe.... just maybe

Earthyquake

I was lounging around on my sofa on Saturday night flipping my attention between the laptop and the TV (it was my turn to be on call for work). It was mmm about 11pmish
I heard a low rumble…. thought hmm big truck
I heard a louder grumble and …thought hmm is the clothes washer unbalanced?
  Then the sofa began to wobble back and forth like someone was one the end of it shaking it violently the windows started to rattle and the rumble was loud, deep and quite insistent.
So naturally I thought what anyone would have in that situation
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!
MY FURNITURE IS POSSESSED!!!
I leapt up off the demon-couch and ran smack dab into a wall of discomfort.
You know when you walk from a cold room into a really hot room or when you walk outside in the summer when it’s a 102? That oppressive feeling you get as if the heat is physically pushing on you?
Yeah it was a lot like that but without the heat.
And then as quick as that, it was gone.
WoW That was cool!
It was a 5.6 earthquake deep in the heart of the Midwest!
The last earthquake I had experienced was when I lived in California back in the late 70’s when I was but a boy and …yeah I cant recall anything about it.
The Boy came darting out of his room his eyes as big as saucers! “I was laying in bed and the whole bed started to shake and I had my foot on the wall so I thought I was doing it so I moved myfootbutthebedkeptgoing!”
I just ruffled his head good naturedly and laughed said “aw son twernt nuthin but a poultrygeist”
His eyes got even bigger…
“Nah just kidding it was just an earthquake”
His eyes have now taken over his entire face and his bottom jaw just bounced off of the floor.
The fury of nature has always been his fear factor point.
I forget that sometimes.
So I laugh off the whole thing and reassure him that all is well and good in our kingdom.
Then we both go into the bedroom to check on mom.
The wife is laying in the bed under the covers and even from the doorway I can tell she is as stiff as a board.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!”
Have you ever seen a horse that is spooked? Like a huge thunderclap sounds and the horse just completely freaks out. It hasn’t completely lost its shit but it is just about there and the eyes roll… yeah kinda like that.
She said it felt like someone was under the bed punching on it
It was grand experience.
I just cant believe how many people actually called 911 though.
What are the police going to do? Arrest the earth's crust?
What can the fire department do?  Glue some knick-knacks back together? I guess that would be a job more appropriate to the EMS though.
If no one is bleeding or injured why call 911?
Silly stupid cattle people.

Ten Thousand Pictures of You

Ten Thousand Pictures of You from Robin King on Vimeo.

Exile

Last night was my first night back after an imposed 1 week exile from the internet.
Yeah well ok the cable gets shut off when you miss a couple of months.
I wasn't in any big hurry though as I realized early on that I really was not missing anything.
I was able to *gasp* find other things to do.
In fact, if I didn't need it for my job there is a pretty good chance I wouldn't have been so eager to get it back. Sure I missed out on some important things when I needed to do them.
Not many though.
Sure I had a few nights when I was floundering around thinking there was something I was supposed to be doing but couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Small bits of shiny tinfoil and jangling car keys in front of my face made those thoughts dissipate quickly enough.
It was nice seeing the faces of my family again instead of just the tops of their heads as their faces were buried in their iPods, laptops and TV shows. I'm no angel (or angle, whichever) though I gotta admit I spend more time than I thought I did staring off into the electroincal abyss.
It's easy to not go online if you are actually doing something where it is not available like camping or whatever. Not really a big challenge in that your mind is otherwise occupied with lots of other stuff.
Try it for a week when you have nothing else on your plate and see how you fair.
When there is nothing standing between you and the tossing of flatware at the wall to see what interesting patterns emerge.
Try to avoid the MYFace stumbleupon yahoobing googleytubeing trap-hazard that lurks beneath the keyboard then.
I am going to do it more often... right after I answer all my email.

Animalistic

I like animals, well most animals* that is. not a big fan of cats but I can spend the night stroking one just cause I like animals.I went hunting a couple of times and realized that
1. There was no challenge here for me. I was/am naturally a really good shot. Dont know how or why, just am. So stalking around a meadow at dawn with a shotgun looking for a bird to shoot didnt really fall into my catagory of fun.

2. I realized that the prospect of an animal out doing its animal thing suddenly getting really scared and then having its head blown off didn't really sound fair to me. Animals think a lot more then we give them credit for. They think, they feel, they have emotions and there is really nothing that can be said that would make me think any different. You can go to just about anywhere on the internet and find a video of an animal thinking it through. I dont think they have the disneyesque style of being, where they stand around in human clothes and discuss quantum physics while licking their ass but the rudimentary basics are there.
This made me sad.

What's on your mind? I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge . Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys. Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door. Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days. Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend.” Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn how. Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me. I died today. Love, Your Puppy Please repost if ur against ANIMAL ABUSE

*Chickens are evil incarnate and KFC is doing the world a service.