News flash... the Hubble Space Telescope was recently reoriented to observe a here to fore uncharted area of the universe and has stumbled upon.... THE ALMIGHTY HAND OF GOD!!!... and he appears to be PISSED!!! He's flipping us the COSMIC BIRD!!!
maybe it's time we got our shit together and started playing nice with each other.... if you want me, I'll be under my desk... later.
So, I've spent the past two days residing the back of my house. I put a nice, big bay window in the south wall of the living room some time ago, and I'm finally getting around to replacing the siding. It's been a slow go, as the place has settled here and there over the years, so you basically have to do everything by eye, so it matches what's already in place. Very frustrating at times, but I guess that's part of living in a home that was built in 1841. I should be able to wrap it up tomorrow, if all goes well. I have to say, there is a strange bit of transformation taking place on the back of the house. It's starting to take on a cottage sort of look, which is very out of keeping with the Georgian/Italianate style of the rest of the house. Between the bay window, the gardens and the new shake style roof on the kitchen, you feel like you're walking up to the back door of some old English cottage. I sort of like it, it's very comfortable looking. It will probably look even more so when I replace the old storm door with an old fashioned style wooden screen door and replace the inside door with a Dutch door, which is something I've always wanted. I'm also thinking about replacing the concrete walk with a brick one, as well as a brick patio off the kitchen. It's been very interesting around my little town the past two days as well. It's the two hundred and twenty fifth anniversay of the Battle of Monmouth, which was pretty much the turning point of the Revolutionary War. It was basically fought in my back yard. My property backs up against a huge state park, Monmouth Battlefield State Park and every year they have a re-enactment of the battle around this time in June. The actual battle lasted two days, so they spread it out over Saturday and Sunday. However, this year they're really doing it up. On Friday, there was a march from the town of Englishtown to the town of Freehold and they had to go right down my street. Quite a sight to see General George Washington on horseback, a twenty piece Colonial Fife and Drum band, gangs of en-enactors dress in full Colonial military gear, as well as about a hundred Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts, etc, marching along. And all day today, I worked to the sound of cannon fire and musket report as the did the first day of the battle. I was sitting outside having a beer before and I can smell their campfires and food cooking, that's how close they are. I may trip over for an hour or so tomorrow to take a look. I've been to the event many times in the 26 year's I've lived here, but it's always a gas to see it. I can walk through the park and watch the battle from a tree, like some Colonial kid might have done. Well, there's some more Beck's calling my name. I need to get some rest, too, as my day started at five this morning and I just finished up about an hour ago, and tomorrow looks like about the same. No pictures this time, too busy to take them. Maybe some of the finished project, though, if I remember. later. peace.
here's some pictures and commentary from the 2003 Monster Bash... maybe more to follow soon. For more pictures and information, click the "Creepy Classics" link in the left hand banner.
so, my trip to Kalamazoo was, for the most part, uneventful. Half of the people that were supposed to show up for the meeting bailed, so my meeting didn't happen. Everyone makes fun of Kalamazoo, but it's a really nice town and the people are great and very friendly. They've got some killer bars there, too. Anyway, Mrs. Sad Old Goth and I are heading to Butler, Pennsylvania tomorrow morning for the annual Monster Bash Convention. Three days of classic horror movies, guest speakers, lots of fun and relaxation. We're meeting up with the Bloodhound and his crew, so there will be great company as well as great times. Look for lots of photos and stories next week. So, have a great weekend! peace.
I'm winging my way out to beautiful Kalamazoo, Michigan for a brief business trip. (Yes, Virginia, there is a Kalamazoo...) I'll catch up with you on Thursday. peace.
As usual, the screeching wheel has gotten slathered with grease rendered from the boiled down fat of those who sit on their lazy asses and do nothing... The usual crowd of religious zealots have, once again, struck a blow in the name of Holy Good and have convinced the United States government to change the name of a highway, because they feel that it is "too satanic". There will no longer be a feeder road to the venerable old Route 66 with the name "I 666". It amazes me to no end how religious doctrine is constantly bent and distorted to satisfy the twisted reasoning of those who think they know what they are talking about. If they had taken the time to read the passage referring to "666" in the bible, they would see that it is a sign from God, not Satan and it will appear on either the forehead or arm of the antichrist, as a warning that we better keep an eye on this one, or at least expect him/her to be a headliner at the next Ozzfest... I really don't think that 666 on a damned road sign out in the middle of West Bumfuddle is something to worry about... I'm getting as sick of radical Christians as I am of radical Muslims, Zionists and Druids. Maybe Satan and his pals are already among us, disguised as the leaders of the good and the just, dragging everyone down the road of hatred in the name of his old pal and former employer, God... I think the time devoted to moronic pursuits like this might be better spent in trying to rectify some of the real wrongs in the world rather than pussyfooting around harping on bullshit like this... Party on, Lucifer... with idiots like this on your side, you're doing better than you think...
it was dry enough for a change today, so i fired up the gas trimmer and the lawn mower and managed to get half of the grounds of Stately Sad Old Goth Manor manicured. after i got finished, i treated myself to some grand masturbation of the soul... 1. mixed a nice dry vodka martini, with the obligatory three olives. 2. grilled some asparagus on the trusy old kenmore outside grill. 3. drizzled some extra virgin olive oil on same, after they were charred to pefrection. 4. sprinkled them with some salt and freshly grated romano. 5. gobbled them up. 6. followed it up with another pair of martini's and a cuban cigar that my daughter sumggled back from canada in her sock. 7. sat outside and enjoyed the evening with the little brown bats. sometimes, life is really, really fucking outstanding.
"I keep having naked dreams" "What? What do you mean, 'naked'?" "I mean, like, I'm not naked, but the dream is. I can't explain it."
in your naked dreams, do you close your eyes? in your naked dreams, do you resent yourself? in your naked dreams, can you feel the fire that draws you, or do you pass through it, unburned, yet burned?
"In my naked dreams, there are two of me." "You mean you can see yourself?" "Each one of me can see the other. I really don't like it. It's scary."
in your naked dreams, are you made of glass? in your naked dreams, what songs do you sing? in your naked dreams, are you afraid?
"In my naked dreams, I can walk on water. It's weird." "Are you hot or cold?" "I'm lonely." "I'm sorry."
in your naked dreams, what will become of you? in your naked dreams, do you dream?" in your naked dreams, where do you go?"
"In my naked dreams, I once kissed myself." "Was it good?" "You're sick. But, yeah, it was good." "I wish I could dream." "You don't dream?" "I think you dream enough for the both of us." "Got any cigarettes?"
so, having spent another sleepless night due to the current illness, I decided to stay home and go to the doctor to make sure I don't have SARS, HIV, rabies or some other dreadful malady. I was surprised I was able to get an appointment on such short notice. I went there at 1:30 this afternoon and was greeted by a receptionist who had that "gee, you look like shit..." look on her face, masked by a practiced smile. I told her my name, doled out my co-pay and sat down as far away from everyone else in the waiting room as possible. I just picked up a magazine when the door to the office area opened and a nice you lady called my name. I did a quick eye scan around the waiting room to see how many dirty looks I was getting for being tended to so quickly, but everyone sort of had the same look on their face as the receptionist. I think they were relieved to have me out of their company. I was shown to an examination room and waited till the doctor came in. He asked how I was feeling, but I think he could tell. He immediately looked in my ears and down my throat and asked how long I've had these symptoms, I told him since Friday. He then took a swab on a pair of long tongs and stuck it down my throat, which made me gag. "What's that for?" I asked. "I'm going to send it away. I think you have a bacterial infection in your sinus system." I wonder just to where they send stuff like that away. I also wonder who spent 4 years in college to spend all day locked in a lab, making cultures out of throat swabs... "Do you think it's serious?" I then asked "Better safe than sorry. There's a lot of stuff going around these days." Stuff going around... There was some stuff going around London about 1348. There was stuff going around the Ebola River valley about twenty years ago, too. I'm kind of interested in what stuff may be going around these days... hopefully it's just some usual stuff and nothing too exotic. He wrote me a prescription, told me to eat handfuls of Tylenol for the fever and pain in my throat and ears and drink plenty of fluids. You don't get too much for you ten dollar co-pay these days, I guess. I left, drove to the drug store and stood in line behind an elderly woman who was told that her pills would be ready in about three hours. She sighed and left. I handed my prescription to the gentleman, who read it and said, "Wait right here, I'll have this in ten minutes." By now I have come to these conclusions: 1. I must look like hell and I'm scaring everyone who sees me. 2. I have something the doctor and pharmacist recognize that needs immediate treatment. 3. I'm getting nervous about all of this. The pharmacist was back in five minutes with a bottle of pills. I paid for them and left the store. When I got in the car I took a good look at myself in the rearview mirror. I have black circles under my eyes, which are all watery and red. My hair is sticking up all over the place. My skin is sort of an off gray color, and, what I think was the clincher, my cross earring has somehow turned itself upside down. I look like some sort of deranged heretic. I have to remember this look the next time go someplace where service is usually slow... When I got home, I read the bottle of pills for the instructions. "Take one tablet every day." There are ten tablets, so, let's see... they should last ten days... The bottle also has these nice little yellow warning stickers on it: "MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS. ALCOHOL MAY INTENSIFY EFFECT. USE CARE USING MACHINES." "TAKE THIS MEDICATION WITH PLENTY OF WATER." "NO ANTACIDS, IRON, VITAMINS, MINERALS WITHIN 8 HOURS BEFORE OF 4 HOURS AFTER TAKING THIS MEDICATION." "MAY CAUSE DIZZINESS." "DO NOT USE IF PREGNANT OR SUSPECT YOU ARE PREGNANT OR ARE BREAST FEEDING." I think I can ignore the last one, but the rest are scaring the crap out of me... I had plans to stay awake all night, drinking and using various sorts of machinery, while suffusing myself in vitamin and mineral concoctions as I chew handfuls of Tums and stand near the edge of a high place... maybe I'll feed some breasts, if I can find some that are hungry, just to round the evening out. The drug, by the way, is AVELOX, 400mg. Click on the name to find out more. I'm sorry I did... Oh, well. So much for the latest malady. I hope you're feeling better than I am right now. Maybe more later, if I can't sleep. Oh, yeah, I never made it to Kaiju Big Battel, but my daughter and her friend took the tickets and went, they had a blast. Damn. Guess I'll have to wait until next time. later.
so, for the past three days i've been feeling like crap. i went to bed early friday night and spent most of the day saturday sleeping, trying to get past this thing, as i had plans to meet up with the bloodhound in philly for the kaiju big battel event at the electric factory. didn't work out. by six o'clock yesterday evening i was running a fever and had to keep in an upright position so the crap wouldn't run down my throat, making me cough and aggravating an already sore throat. i still feel like crap. i hope i can manage work tomorrow. i'm at least able today to nurse a jar of guiness stout, which, if all the fables and tales are true, should help me get over this thing, whatever it is... so, that's been my wonderful weekend. i hope you had a better one. later
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so, having spent another sleepless night due to the current illness, I decided to stay home and go to the doctor to make sure I don't have SARS, HIV, rabies or some other dreadful malady. I was surprised I was able to get an appointment on such short notice. I went there at 1:30 this afternoon and was greeted by a receptionist who had that "gee, you look like shit..." look on her face, masked by a practiced smile. I told her my name, doled out my co-pay and sat down as far away from everyone else in the waiting room as possible. I just picked up a magazine when the door to the office area opened and a nice you lady called my name. I did a quick eye scan around the waiting room to see how many dirty looks I was getting for being tended to so quickly, but everyone sort of had the same look on their face as the receptionist. I think they were relieved to have me out of their company. 
