Neighborhood drunk chick

Published on February 1, 2013 in A Day in the Life. 0 Comments

Drunk ChickYesterday was Denice’s birthday. I took her out to eat, and we had a really good time. We were in our separate vehicles since we both just got off work. Before we left for home Denice told me that she was going to go to her choir rehearsal tonight. This was good because I needed a little time to get her birthday decorations set up at the house. So, I race home, knowing that the dogs have been inside for quiet a while, and needed to be let out to do their business. When I arrived at my house it was just getting dark. I noticed a strange girl on my neighbors porch. She was banging on the door. I immediately sensed that this was bad news, and tried to covertly make my way inside. Well, she saw me. The next thing I know this girl is stumbling my way, shouting, “Hay! Hay you!” Being the boy scout that I am, I couldn’t just make a dash for the house and lock the door behind me, so I let her make her slow and uncoordinated way to me. Upon smelling her breath it was apparent that she was heavily intoxicated.

The girl was in her early twenties, by my estimation, and very clingy. She was practically falling all over me, asking me for a ride to the gas station up the street. This did not look good. However, I wasn’t going to leave her to her own devices. Once I summed up the situation, I had planned on calling the cops as soon as I was able to get inside the house. Someone like her did not need to be stumbling all over  the place, right next to busy road. She was obviously a danger to herself. So, I told her to wait by my truck, and that I would be right back. Yeah, that didn’t work. She followed me all the way down the driveway, and was leaning on me from behind while I was trying to unlock the door. Of course you know what happens next. Fate wouldn’t have it any other way.

Denice pulls in the driveway to the sight of me and some strange female leaning on my shoulders, about to enter our house. I don’t think it could have looked any worse. I maneuvered my way out of her unwanted embrace and scurried over to Denice. she was like, “What the hell is going on?” I quickly rattled off the details of what just happened. She was shocked, but of course she believed me. Thank God my wife knows me better than that!

Anyway, drunk girl eventually got frustrated that I wasn’t complying with her demands to taxi her down the street, so she stumbled away. We called and alerted the cops to her drunken antics, and never seen her again.

The moral of the story is: drunk chicks are not to be fucked with. They are bad news on many levels. Just stay in the car, and call the cops.

Block Head

Published on December 12, 2012 in My Fiction. 0 Comments

Once again, I find myself staring at a blank Google Doc, wanting to write a little fiction, but finding my mind to be equally blank. Of course, blogging about having writer’s block is far easier that actually writing something meaningful. Not to say that I think blogging is meaningless… far from it. It’s one of the most therapeutic activities that I have engaged in. However, sometimes you just want tell a good, long, story. Usually that isn’t a problem for me. I have a huge cache of interesting, uplifting, dark, and even a little bit demented imaginations to draw from. Even still, I can’t seem to get the ball rolling today.

I have been a little wary of putting my completed fictional works online. It’s not that I worry about people running off with my ideas or anything. It’s more that I worry about being judged because of them. And I don’t even think that they’re exceptionally strange or twisted, compared with other works that are already out there in the genre’s that I write it, it’s just that people who I know follow this blog, and I’m not sure that they would… um, appreciate my idea of a good story. I would love nothing more that to throw caution to the wind, share my stuff, and let what will be will be, but that would require a level of vulnerability that I don’t know if I’m ready for.

Maybe one day.

Denice’s recovery, and some other misc. updates.

Published on December 7, 2012 in A Day in the Life. 0 Comments

This week is kind of a first for Denice and myself. We are actually off work, together for a change. Of course it’s not under the best of circumstances. For the next six weeks, Denice is going to be out of work, recovering from ligament reconstruction surgery in her right foot. She just had the surgery a couple of days ago, so she is still in a lot of pain, and not able to get around so well. While this mostly sucks, it is giving us a chance to get a little bit of a vacation together. I am finding that I actually enjoy caring for people when they are hurt. I think it goes back to the whole ‘sheep dog’ thing. It makes me feel good to ensure that Denice is well taken care of when she is vulnerable. Also, my in-laws are coming here to help out for a while. This is great. It will give Denice some much-needed time with her family, who is normally on the other side of the continent.

In other news, my studies in natural law, post-scarcity economics, and permaculture continue. I have been absorbing every piece of information related to these subjects that I can get my hands on. My next reading assignment is a book by Buckminster Fuller called ‘Critical Path.’ I’ve had to do an inter-library loan to get a copy since my local library didn’t have it in their selection, so I’ll just have to wait till it gets here. In the mean time I’ve been trying to find information on the consensus decision-making process. I’ve located a number of resources on Youtube, but nothing that gets into the kind of detail I’m looking for.

And, speaking of Youtube, I haven’t forgotten that I have a channel, and a severely neglected channel at that. I do plan to get into making videos again in the near future, possibly within the next few days. I’m trying to streamline all of the stuff I put out on the Internet. I don’t have time to do a lot of editing on things. I’m not Onision. I just a guy who likes to share his thoughts, and I’m hoping that my genuineness (is that even a word?) will be enough to compensate. Stay tuned.

That’s all for now.

 

Adventures in Laundro-Mat-Land!

Published on November 4, 2012 in Philosophy and Rants. 0 Comments Tags: , , .

Ok, I thought I would give the WordPress app on my Galaxy S3 a whirl, so bear with me if you encounter a lot of misspelled or inappropriate words. The auto-correct on this thing is a little overzealous.

Anyway, a few days ago I managed to destroy the siphon connector on our washing machine. I had dropped a pair of Denice’s underwear behind the washer, and after a few pitiful attempts to retrieve them with a broomstick.. I had the bright idea of pulling the washer out to get them. Well, I pulled it a little too far, and ended up snapping the plastic siphon connector completely in two. Luckily it’s a cheap part, but I won’t be able to get a hold of one until next week.

As a result, I have had to make a couple of laundry runs to some local coin-laundry joints. The first one was a complete rat-hole…

A lot of the machines were in disrepair. There were massive puddles of soapy water on the floor. Shady Characters moved in and out, conducting their shady affairs. It was not the kind of place that I felt comfortable kicking back with a good book while my drawers were in the spin-cycle.

My next trip was much different. I found another laundro-mat that was a little further away. I didn’t get any photos, but this place was far better taken care of. All the machines were in perfect working order. It was clean, and harbored no shady characters what so ever.

So, what made this place different? Well, in my opinion, the owners actually gave a shit about it. I got a chance to talk to them, because they were actually there. I know, novel idea. They were a very nice couple. Judging from the man’s accent, I would say he was a Russian immigrant. To them, their establishment wasn’t just a money-machine… it was a part of their local community. People depended on their facility, and they took full responsibility of insuring that it was clean, functional, and taken care of by those who used it. I tip my hat to this couple.

We live in a world were people just don’t give a shit anymore. They think that just because something is shared within a community that they don’t have a personal responsibility to take care of it. This won’t fly. Our children need to be taught that a shared resource means a shared responsibility. If you make a mess, clean it up. If you break something, fix it, or at least see to it that it is fixed. Take care of things and they will take care of you.


For the Highest Good of All

Published on October 14, 2012 in RBE / Post Scarcity. 0 Comments Tags: , , , , .

I’ve been meaning to compile a list of all the RBE/Post Scarcity information that I’ve found online. It’s on my to-do list. Anyway, I found a web site for a group that I think has a lot of promise. It’s called, ‘One Community.’ The web site is: OneCommunityRanch.org.

The web site has detailed info on their plans to build a sustainable, and open source duplicatable, post scarcity demo community. It looks like they will be experimenting with a variety of construction techniques and technologies. Their latest updates say that they are in the process of raising funds to purchase a property. I can’t wait to see what they create.

A lot of people think that the transition away from the failing financial/scarcity based economy will come in the form of a catastrophic system-wide collapse of civilization, and a phoenix-like rebirth into a new and better resource based economy. I know that such a collapse is certainly in the cards, but I think it is more likely that the transition will be a slow and gradual process. Programs like One Community, The Venus Project, and Open Source Ecology are the seeds of the new world. As Bucky Fuller said, in my paraphrase, “You don’t fight to bring change to the system. You simply create a better system that makes the old one obsolete.” Once the world sees the true potential of open source collaboration and sharing, the fruits of this will be unstoppable. Communities based on these philosophies will spring up all over the world, and will in time replace the rotting carcass that was scarcity based financial economics. One mind at a time, we will find our way.

Hypocrite!

Published on October 7, 2012 in Vegan. 0 Comments

I think I have finally had the wake-up-call that I so desperately needed. Today Denice and I, like we do every Sunday, went out to Soccer Taco. The last time we were there we had a opertunity to speak with one of the waitresses about the vegan lifestyle. She was pretty receptive, so we shared a lot of what we know about the dangers of consuming animal products. I know, this was kind of ironic in and of itself, because we were eating cheese dip while were talking to her. We assured her this was our lat time of doing so.

This time we were sitting quietly, scarfing down our chips and queso, when Suzie Q, our little teenage waitress shows up again. Upon seeing that we were still eating cheese, she light-heartedly proclaimed that we “are such hypocrites.” This cut Denice and I straight to the heart. It was a stinging ray of simple honesty, and it has prompted us to do some serious self-examination.

So, I admit, I am a hypocrite. I don’t practice what I preach. Sure, I could rationalize it six ways to Sunday, but at the end of the day I am still a hypocrite. This is not something that I want to be.

Just some updates

Published on September 18, 2012 in Randomness. 0 Comments Tags: , , , , , .

I feel like a bad blog parent. I keep neglecting this thing. Anyway, sorry it’s been a little while since my last post. I have once again fallen into one of my unproductive phases. fortunately, I think I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

There are a few new things in my life as of late. I think the biggest and most depressing is the fact that there have been so many deaths happening around Denice and I. It seemed to have started with Denice’s father passing away a few months ago. I had an uncle die shortly after, and then another uncle just a few weeks ago. And if that wasn’t bad enough, there have been a very unusual number of deaths in the families of my coworkers. There have been four deaths, some of them sudden and completely unexpected. It get’s even stranger: I found out yesterday that a neighbor and friend of ours son committed suicide. He left behind a wife and kids. My rational side tells me that this is all just a very sad series of coincidences, but it still leaves me uneasy. I know people die, and sometimes when they do it seems to come in waves. This year just has a dark shadow on it I suppose.

In other news, we have finally evicted Sylar from our bed. Sylar is our puppy (and I seriously don’t know why I still call him a puppy, because he’s full-grown). He has always slept with us, and I just figured that he always would. He’s not a big dog, but we only have a queen-sized bed, and it is barely big enough for the two of us. This has made for some rather uncomfortable and sleepless nights. Well, we saw an episode of ‘It’s Me or the Dog,’ where a couple with a similar issue broke their dogs of this habit in just a couple of nights. This planted the idea in our head, so we went out and bought Sylar his own bed. That night when we went to sleep we had to pick him up off of our bed and put him in his about thirty times, but he finally relented and stayed there. The next night was a little easier, and next night we only had to do it a couple of times. I think we have finally won the battle of the bed. My sleep is already improving.

In related news, I have decided to start experimenting with lucid dreaming. I’ve had a couple of sessions using a binaural beat sound track, but results have been inconclusive. I know I dream every night, but I am one of those people who forget the dreams almost immediately upon waking. I am hoping to gain conscious control during my dreams, and hopefully have better recollection of them when I wake.

Let’s see, what else… Oh, mountain biking. I have been getting better on my bike. I’ve completed a couple of longer courses, and I have learned how to get over some more advanced obstacles. I have an idea to rig my old Flip cam up to my mountain bike so I can get a makeshift GoPro video of one of my rides. It should be fun.

Well, that’s pretty much it for now.

Updates, and a NutnFancy Vid

Published on July 29, 2012 in Sheepdog Stuff, Vegan and Youtube. 0 Comments Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , .

Hello friends, countrymen, and fellow primates. I’ve been a little incommunicado for a while, sorry. I just wanted to throw up a few quick updates.

I’ve been off work this past week. I had hoped to use this time to harness my inner-strength/disciple to finally make the jump to full veganism. Didn’t happen. Once again I gave in to the seduction of the cow titty-juice, and all its subsequent products… ((sigh)). I am by no means giving up though. I am determined. Sure, I may fail a few hundred times, but I’m eventually going to get it.

My birthday was this past Tuesday. I am now thirty-five years old. By all accounts, I should be in my prime, but I don’t feel like it. Sometimes I get a glimpse of it. This Friday I went trail riding on my mountain bike, and it was really hard. I had just come off some really steep downhill single track, made a hairpin turn, and immediately went into an equally steep climb. I was just into it, when I felt the urge to hop of the bike and walk it, but something else took over. I clenched down on the handlebars, came off the seat, and grunted my way up that hill. I almost couldn’t believe that I had done it, but there I was… at the top. I know there is much more in me that I have yet to tap into. I need something to bring it out. I need a challenge.

That’s all for now. I want everyone to know that I am by no means forgetting what has happened in Aurora Colorado. It is big-time sheepdog news, and I have a lot to say about it. I’m going to do a dedicated post specifically for the shooting, and the fallout and panic that is sure to follow. Stay tuned.

P.S.

In the meantime, please watch this video from NutnFancy about the Colorado theater shooting. Very informative…

 

I’ll be ‘The Judge’ of that

Published on July 1, 2012 in Sheepdog Stuff. 0 Comments Tags: , , , , , , , .

I actually got Denice into a gun shop yesterday. This is the second time this has happened. She doesn’t like guns, and to be perfectly honest… neither do I. I see them as a necessary evil. The last thing in the world I would want to do is hurt or kill someone, but I certainly can’t allow someone to hurt of kill a member of my family or myself. With that said, we looked around and talked to the owners of the shop. There was one gun that caught Denice’s eye… The Judge.

The Judge, produced my Taurus, is a revolver that is capable of firing .45 Colt ammo, and 410 shotgun shells. I’ve just started researching this gun, but I like the idea of being able to fire scatter shot from a hand gun. It sounds ideal for home defence. It’s always been a concern of mine that when using conventional rounds, a shot that I fire may either miss or go through my target, then exit one of the walls and hit someone who it was not intended for. With shotgun loads that would be highly unlikely. And, with a scatter blast, the high radius of destruction would greatly increase your odds of hitting the target. You wouldn’t even have to really ‘aim,’ just shoot in their general direction, and you’ll hit them.

It’s a sick world we live in that it is even necessary for peaceful individuals like Denice and myself to have to have such a destructive device in our home, but it is what it is.

Hop in my Charlie Tango Baby

Published on June 23, 2012 in Book Reviews. 0 Comments Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

Most of the dialogue I hear about Fifty Shades of Grey these days comes from the lips of cube-dwelling office ladies, oohing and aahing over the unabashed sexual content. I have to admit, I was a little, um, surprised by the level of graphic sexuality in the book. I think what has really shocked me though, is the broad acceptance of such a book from people I would never have guessed would have accepted it. Everyone from Southern Baptists to trendy neo-hippies have embraced their inner freaks, it seems.

I just finished the first book. In a lot of ways it’s like the Twilight books… innocent girl meets boy with a dark side, only instead of fangs and stupid hair, it’s wealth and BDSM. I have to be honest, I know a little more about BDSM than I probably should. I’ve researched a number of sexual fetishes and subcultures over the years. BDSM is certainly one of the more extreme that I’ve come across. I’ve never understood people who enjoy inflicting pain on others. However, I do kind of get the other side of it. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain to be sure, but I think it’s much deeper than that. There is something erotic, something appealing, to some people, about being powerless. In a way, it is the apex of intimacy. In order to assume powerlessness, you must first willingly surrender your will to the other party, and that can only be done in an environment of complete trust. I think that’s what it all comes down to… trust.

In the book, billionaire CEO and kinky sex freak Christian Grey attempts to bring young and innocent Anastasia Steele into a BDSM relationship where he will dominate her in every way. I know, it sounds pretty bad. It kind of makes you wonder why the hell anyone would agree to be in such a relationship. Why would anyone find pleasure in having someone else dominate them? This is where the whole trust thing comes into play. Grey says many times that he wants to gain Anna’s trust. He wants to “look after her needs.” That’s the real appeal, in my opinion. It’s getting to a point where you trust another person so much that you willingly surrender your will and your body to them.

Anyway, as the book goes on, it becomes obvious that Grey has a troubled past, and many demons. Anna falls in love with him, but has a hard time dealing with his dark side. Grey also, sort of, falls in love with Anna, but has an equally hard time dealing with her need for a more conventional relationship. There is this kind of pull towards the middle through the entire book. Each party making concessions for the other, and trying to reach an acceptable middle ground. I love the way the author develops these character through the course of the story. For a self-professed ‘armature,’ it was very well done.

Denice is reading the book now. It is entertaining to watch her struggle with it. She is disgusted the BDSM stuff, but is, and quote, “very turned on” by the hot conventional sex scenes. I think it’s fascinating to see someone fight with their own inner morality. It’s funny how we all bend our own rules sometimes. I keep telling her that’s it’s just a book… a work of fiction. There’s nothing wrong, again, in my opinion, about finding enjoyment in a well written, however racy, story.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to get to the second book right away. I have several other books that I need to read for research purposes, but I do plan on reading all the books in the series. The first book ends in a way that compels you to read the next… great strategy, by the way.