Home school

There's this guy that I have the misfortune of working with. He is not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. This last week he was talking to another co-worker and told him that he was going to save a bunch of money by having his kids home schooled. He explained that he wouldn't have to buy his kids as much clothes and would save money in not having to drive them to and from school. He then explained that when the teacher that the school district sends, comes to teach his kids at home, he can work day hours because he won't have to be there anymore.

Please tell me you see how this man is retarded.

Employees must wash Hans

I'm willing to pleasure anyone who can rid me permanently of my back pains. I'm just putting that out there.

Zippity-doo-dah

I like birds. I had a set of parakeets (collect all twelve!) when I was young. There was something about them that I understood better than dogs or cats. Well, it seemed that they understood me more. Anything that can produce interesting songs and noises catches my interest.

On Sunday, I was in a parking lot sitting in my truck. The window was rolled down and I was checking out the view of the snow pack on the mountains. Then this finch flies up to my side view mirror and is checking me out. I really thought this was neat. It stayed there for about a minute and then flew over to my bed box and was checking me out from the rear window.

Today I was fixing sprinklers and had a pigeon as a companion for three hours. This little guy would walk right up to me and peck around. It would then fly away for a bit and return to me and hang out for a bit longer. This was the routine that the pigeon kept for that period of time.

I think I'm becoming Uncle Remus.

Escape from uterus anniversary day

It was the celebration of my triumphant breakout from my mother's womb on Saturday. Yes, this is further proof that I am hopelessly weird. I can't say that I did anything particularly exciting for my birthday. I did find a cool new Mexican joint. I saw Iron Man 2: Electric Bugaloo. I went to my favorite vinyl shop and picked up a set of J.S. Bach's complete Brandenburg Concertos. The set is an original pressing from the early sixties--mucho grams and high fidelity. The set lists for $150 but I got it for $30. Classical music usually gets over looked and, therefore, sits on the shelf longer. You can find these gems heavily discounted--if you are into that sort of thing.

I did get a lot of happy birthday wishes from my facebook buddies. I guess that counts for something. The depression was mitigated, at least. I bring about a lot of my own loneliness. This is behavior that I picked up from my dad. The times when I need people the most is when I typically run and hide. It doesn't make much sense. I get this sensory overload and as hard as being solitary can be at times, it can be calming too. I think I made this sound bad. I'm just trying to do an honest post here. Well, I'm not always like this, just so you know. Spending time in my dark cave and shouting at the walls is only fun for so long.

Tsop

Here's something that happened to me last Friday. I was coming home from work and I pull into the duplex driveway, whereupon I am met by my neighbor's alcoholic son. He looked like he was in dire need of some help, so I rolled my window to see what could possibly be the matter. That's when he shoves something brown and wet into my mouth, shouting, "What's wrong, too much salt?" I got rather angry with the guy and asked him what in the hell he thought he was doing. He then accused me of giving him a dirty look and called me a son of a bitch. He then apologized and then asked, "Maybe it was too much vinegar." If you are still wondering what the brown thing was, it was a mushroom. Yes, my life is one long funland adventure ride.

Don't ask me how I managed to kill a rat with a lawn mower, but I did, and without knowing it. I tried to mow the lawn right before the sun went down. About halfway through it started getting dark and I had to rely on my spider senses to finish the job. I had my Ipod set on stun, so I could barely hear the mower. Well, I get out today to head out to work and look down on the lawn to see a big ol' rat laying on the lawn all chewed up. True and gruesome to boot.

Check out the latest incarnation of my Black guitar.
I had to ditch the Squire neck (shown below the guitar) because it just didn't fit my hand well enough and the back bow would never allow the setup of lighter gauge strings. I picked up the all maple neck that you see in the picture from a company that does Fender licensed replacement necks. While it did require full fret level, crown and dress, setup, and a nut install (hee-hee), it feels right and is super solid. Maple fret boards are brighter sounding, but are much faster in feel--slick. Plus, I like the plain headstock without any logos. I'm the same way with my t-shirts.

I'm having a retro crush on this lady lately:Of those who know a bit about Grace Slick know that she, unfortunately, went bat-shit crazy and turned into a scary old lady. But this is a retro crush, people. I personally like the original version of "Somebody To Love" from her first group, The Great! Society, a hair better than Jefferson Airplane's. They're both great, but the original had a slower tempo that had a bit more swing to it. It kind of reminds me of Shocking Blue's song "Venus"--the one that was covered by Bananarama.

Who do you have a retro crush on?