Water on me brain

Flooding, mudslides, and sandbags: it's happening. I thought I heard the wind blowing outside and it turned out to be the not-so-little-anymore creek wrecking havoc a block down the road. It is almost June and there's still shitloads of snow pack up in them thar hills. I couldn't even finish a hike the other day because the bridge across the stream was totally gone. I wasn't in the mood to be swept away or drowned in the torrent so I pussied out and turned back. I have to admit that the raging waters do attract me, much the same way matches did as a child (and still do today, gosh darnit all). Is it normal to get excited over pending natural disasters? I'm weird that way, I guess.

Come Armegeddon, Come!

The obvious choice and a bit on the nose...

Not so obvious, but sets the mood...

The METAL choice...

The Master's choice (courtesy of two of the finest creations)...

I want my humanity back

I am not interested in the forced fitting of my shape into a jello mold.

Teachers, leave those kids alone and their little dogs too.

The bearers of truth are often perceived as villains until time or death softens their blow.

We tend to forget truths if they aren't marketable, useful, or confirming anyway.

The ones who tell the greatest lies often are the ones who talk their way into your bed.

The games that people play on other people rob them of their humanity, hold them hostage in the guise of comfort and security, and get them to foot the bill for the whole merry charade, to boot.

Oh yeah, I want my MTV, not the afterbirth it has become.

Yes, I'm all pissy. What are you gonna do about it?

Happy Five Mayonnaise Day!!!

Yes, it's me, your favorite retard. I've been on some hikes. I've been working on sprinkler systems and cabinets (jerk of all trades/master of nuns). I've been reading a lot. I want to build a little speeder bike out of my dad's '50s era Hiawatha pedal bike and an 80cc, 2-stroke engine--I just need the monies (pronunciation in honor of Cinco de Mayo). I am going to take some online instruction to gain some better computer skills--not the kind that makes me giggle and clap my hands--the work kind. I need to have prospective employers not view me as a leper. Sometimes I get the feeling that, based on my resume, people assume that I run around filthy dirty with a hammer and shovel asking people to tell me what two plus potato is. I know the answer: it's donkey...in pinata form. Happy Cinco de Mayo!