better than carrot sticks?

I had a really crazy dream about this girl and a chainsaw. I was at a place somewhere in the woods standing out in front of a building. There were several people around, a few of them young teenage girls. This one girl was playing with a chainsaw. While I looked on and spoke to someone, the chainsaw bucked and she dropped it to the ground... and just like in cartoons, the chainsaw ran along the ground. It headed straight towards another girl and hit her leg. The odd thing was that I was frozen in place while this happened and no one else did anything to help her. Suddenly I ran around a canopy of some sort and reached the chainsaw, shutting it off and throwing it away. I went to the girl and most of her leg below the knee was gone, the bone just below the kneecap poking out and bleeding. I yelled at someone to call 911 and the girl who had originally been holding the chainsaw came over and told me it would be ok. She picked up the injured girl and started carrying her, but she stopped and dropped her in the mud. I ran over and pulled her up out of the mud, which had covered her face and threatened to drown her. As I wiped the mud away from her face, the first girl came over to me and told me she had just called for help and it would be here shortly. I looked up at her and instantly felt a sense of horror and knew I couldn't trust her at all. Then I woke up.

Yeesh.

dutchlyistical?

I have an adventurous side that sometimes demand that I give it attention. Not all the adventures are interesting, some are quite dull. But whatever the case may be...

A while back I had to work in Truro and on the way home I spotted a wind turbine off in the distance. Well, I was enraptured immediately.

Some folks say they are ugly, eyesores and ruin the landscape of areas... I personally find them both fascainating and beautiful.

Since I had a rental car that day with free milage, I decided to explore. I hopped on a backroad that I'd never travelled and went off to find the turbine. It ended uop being east of a little town called Brookfield.

I drove up as close as I could, very close to the base. It was really neat to watch it work. All by itself in the middle of nowhere, helping power something or other.

What will things be like in 100 years?

Moo. Are you happy now?

Our hero stood blocking the doorway, holding nothing but a wrench and a bottle of jam.

"This is gonna hurt," ran through his mind. "It's gonna hurt a whole lot."

The werecows began charging towards him. The thunderous noise rattled through his head. Rage began to build and he gritted his teeth. There was no escaping it now, the time for running was long gone.

"C'mon you fuckers!" he yelled, "I'm gonna give yas a lickin' like nothin' before!"

The immediate problem with werecows is tainted milk squirting from their engorged udders. Not only does it cause agonizing pain and blindness, but it smells like the dickens. And no one, not even our hero, wants to smell that bad before an annual general meeting.

Given the seriousness of the situation, grenades were the order of the day.

Mandrin

You're Beautiful
- James Blunt

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel,
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway,
She was with another man,
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high and I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Never fuck with Mother Nature.

As I got off the bus today, I had a few errands to run... but as I looked at the sky, there was a black wall of cloud coming quickly toward me. I was unimpressed and decided the chores could wait. The wind was unbelievebaly strong and a few raindrops fell, so I picked up the pace and trotted home.

As I put my feet on the first inch of the driveway, I thought to myself "Haha! I fucking win! Rain if you fucking want to!" and I'll be damned if it didn't start raining... I was aghast! I ran up the steps and into the house. I only had a few drops on me, but as I looked back out the door, a wall of water came towards me. I slammed it and went to the window. Total deluge.

Never fuck with Mother Nature.

Never.

"Willie Nelson unveils 'gay cowboy' valentine"

NEW YORK (Billboard) - Willie Nelson chose Valentine's Day to release
the gay-themed song "Cowboys Are Secretly, Frequently (Fond of Each
Other)." The country music icon premiered the track Tuesday morning
(February 14) on Howard Stern's Sirius Satellite Radio show as it was
being made exclusively available via Apple's iTunes music store.

Nelson recorded the song, written in 1981 by songwriter Ned Sublette,
last year at his home studio in Perdernales, Texas, around the time he
first mentioned it during an appearance on Stern's former terrestrial
radio show. The timing of the song's release coincides with a time when
the idea of gay cowboys is being discussed throughout the media in
response to the success of the Academy Award-nominated film "Brokeback
Mountain."

Coincidentally, Nelson contributed the track "He Was a Friend of Mine"
to the movie's Verve soundtrack, which peaked at No. 54 on the
Billboard 200.

"The song's been in the closet for 20 years," Nelson said in a
statement released to the Dallas Morning News. "The timing's right for
it to come out. I'm just opening the door."

Adding to the track's poignancy is the fact that David Anderson,
Nelson's longtime tour manager, revealed his homosexuality to Nelson
two years ago.

"This song obviously has special meaning to me in more ways than one,"
Anderson told the Dallas Morning News. "I want people to know more than
anything -- gay, straight, whatever -- just how cool Willie is and ...
his way of thinking, his tolerance, everything about him."

The Broken Lizard comedy troupe ("Super Troopers," "Club Dread") will
create a video for "Cowboys Are Secretly, Frequently (Fond of Each
Other)," with plans to release it exclusively through iTunes.

I'm tempted to buy it, mail it to my folks with the note, "Look what your hero has recorded. Neener! Neener!"



And this is the photo of Willie they used with the article. Geez, the guy sortof looks good in this picture. I can't say I've ever thought of him as good looking, but I daresay he even looks rather handsome. I think I must now go bury my head in the sands of the Sahara.

@#%&@$ SHRUBBERY! DAMNIT! GIMMEE!

I was all over the place downtown today. I had to work there this afternoon, I went for coffee, I ran around looking for change to catch my bus... it was like a rat race of one... anyway, I observed towards the end of the day, hordes of men carrying flowers... literally hordes, they looked uncomfortable carrying them and thus wore the macho man look and I could imagine them mentally grunting to themselves... I lost count of the men carrying flowers... I didn't see one woman with flowers... I guess that's not so odd, but it stood out to me in contrast to all the men I was seeing...

Thus, as I sat on the bus going home and watched three men sit with their flowers, I thought to myself, "I wonder how many men would actually enjoy getting flowers" I know I would... I love flowers, they make me giddy... I love plants and flowers and naturey stuffs... I've only been given flowers twice, both times by a girlfriend... and that was a long time ago... and if I like flowers, then I'm sure there's other men, not just queers, who would like to get flowers... so I wonder if in the future more women will start buying their men flowers... and if my girl and/or boy friends in the future will get me flowers? I want some, so they'd better...

In lieu of that happening this year (well, I got a sexy card this year, with a boa wrapped around it... *swoon!*) I'm giving myself some flowers of the digital kind!



I love me so much! :)

from out of the darkness

Last night a bunch of us decided to go out for a bit... it was a loopy adventure, starting with just two of us wanting to hang out for abit, then trying to catch a movie, to then deciding to rent a movie, to changing plans to hang out with other folks, to then taking in karaoke downtown... which resulted in leaving karaoke and heading to a bar for cheapass drinks, to then going to a 24 hour diner for food after the cheap libations ended... holy fuckalukka... as I was driving and working early in the AM, I didn't partake in many cheapass drinks, but hell.. what a fun time... crazy fuckers I hang with, we're going to do it all again in two weeks time... but this time I'm not driving...

The whole evening was fun, but the highlight was a girl named Becca that appeared out of nowhere and began a philosophical discussion on fear... I was standing outside the main entrance of the bar while a friend had a smoke and she came over and started chatting with us... "What do you fear?" was the basis of our conversation... It umbrella'd from there... to be honest, the girl had me at hello... such an unexpected treat on an evening that had no other plans than being silly and enjoying the depravity of the darkness... I could have happily stood there in the bitter cold talking with her all night... she was recording the conversation, apparently for her own benefit, though I didn't really ask the reason... it was enough she was there, I didn't really want reasons... chance encounters are probably my favorite experiences to gather up, and they hold a special place in my heart... the shocking unexpected experience is like adrenaline for me... when she left and I went back inside, my mind was racing, and I was halfway elsewhere for the rest of the night... a rare treat indeed...

Being naturally curious, I wonder who she is and where she comes from... but at the same time, the mystery behind the experience makes it all the more special, and I wonder if I knew or found out more, would it take away from what I have... mmm, tastey either way...

I'd wave my Lightsaber at you...

... but I can't get it up.

Hardy har har.

This amused me greatly. Poor Georgeikin Skywalker. :)

Honestly, I've always been a bit of a Boy George fan. It was fun music while I was growing up and if you follow his career, he's done some pretty neat shit. Not bad for a guy that dressed like a guy in girls clothes and made music. Certainly gives hope for the rest of us.

Oh, and I really enjoy reading Chris' blog, and when I grow up I'm gonna marry him! Well, not really, but it's usually a great read. :)

no pinch, no pinch

The subtle rearrangement of my life to accommodate the transit system has been much less subtle than I had hoped. Busses are generally not on time, that's a fact of life... but here, it seems that in order to get anywhere on time, you have to pre-plot a route that transcends normalcy and gives a whole new meaning to creativity. What I mean is that if I know I have to be somewhere at 2:00, I'd best be sure to try to follow the bus schedule that would get me there for 1:00, otherwise all bets are off. Some people have looked at me like I was crazy when I voiced my disgust with this... everyone assumes busses run late, why should I be different? Well, I think the system should be mildly reliable. My observations have been that nearly 60% of the busses I have waited for have been late by over 5 minutes. That's enough time to miss your transfer in many cases. And not all drivers will wait for incoming busses they know people will transfer to. I saw one yesterday where our bus, which was 10 minutes late, arrived right behind another that people would be transferring to. The first bus started to pull away as we stopped. Our driver honked as two people ran to get to the first one, but he drove away without them. Sucks to be them, the next bus of that route scheduled to arrive was in 55 minutes. Loverly, just loverly. I honestly never know for sure if the bus I'm waiting for will show up. On several occasions I've waited for a bus for over 30 minutes with the assurance from the call centre that it would be right there... and it never came... in one case I waited an hour, which at that point should have allowed the next bus on that route to overtake and pass the late bus and get to my stop. It never showed up either, so I walked eight blocks and jumped on another route which went in a similar direction. Anyway, enough ranting about the bus system, it sucks, it always has and until they get a subway, it always will.

Now the people on the bus are nuts too. But everyone knows that as well. What got my goat this week was the little morning 'get-along-gang' at the front of one bus I had to take for 35 minutes. You could tell the driver and everyone up front knew each other. What a bad day to pick a seat near the front and to forget my iPod. Anyone that knows me knows I hate mornings, so my 8am drive with the people nearly drove me over the edge. after 15 minutes I found myself wishing an airliner would hurtle directly into the front of our bus, mercifully ending my misery and taking out those miserable, cheerful fuckers. To be honest, I felt like I was in an episode of Howdy Doody... damn puppet...

My decision to take the bus for a month or so was a smart one and I've found that it's a personal challenge to do it and deal with it. What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. Either that or it enrages me to the point I nuke the bus station and all the busses there. Ha ha ha ha haaaaaaa!!!!!!!



Poit.