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07.05.10

This post is dedicated to "Anna". One of the Occam past times is hanging out at the Baxter Avenue volleyball courts, drinking beer while watching the pretty girls, and bitching about everything going on at work. I tend to just wander down there to get out of the apt on my own as well. There's one girl there that has this body that just, wow. I'm talking like a 22 yr old Laura Croft. 5'10", legs that just don't stop, superb ass and waist, these pert little titties, and this flawless sun bronzed olive skin with brown hair. This is the type of person I always visualized as the "Anna" for Anna Lies. It's nice to just sip a beer and watch her play. Not only her looks, but her poise. The way she handles situations. Her athleticism. The laid back, happy spirit she portrays. It's a refreshing turn to just sit back and absorb everything. From afar of course. With my Dos Equis. Enjoying the small things.

06.27.10

And....in another first of the summer/new place, I finally grilled out. It was possibly the worst grill out ever, but at least it came off successful. After playing another gig at the Hill Friday night, I didn't get shit worth of sleep until passing out Saturday at 8pm. Didn't come back to life until 10am this morning. Sadly I've had two beers while grilling and I'm ready to go to bed again, although I'd like to make the Thomas medicine show at Derby City Espresso tonight. Mozzy partaked in the grilling experience as well with a little piece of burger. I thought he wasn't even going to eat it for a minute. Damn feminine pussy. Anywho, I figured I'd entertain with pics from over the last few months. I'm a little short on words lately.

Band next door left awesome notes on their door.



Our band room





The dangers of shaving.




Don in his awesome gay rave shirt.


Don as a robot.



Shots from the gigs.





Church of Microsoft on my walk down to Baxter Station to flirt with Natalie and have a brew.



Hitting with my mini me club.



Awesome storm coloration.



My new tattoo.



The proper way to start a grill.



Wtf?



The new chopper that I've still not wrecked yet and the really big nitro Carl gave me.





Walking the cat.



Work's workbench and the rear shock swap catastrophe with the 7.





Waking up to pussy every morning...



The new haircut.

06.10.10

I had a little bit of irony and humility shoved in my face today. The irony lies two fold. One in that the person is someone that I didn't know even read this. The second in that things aren't so peachy in their world, so I'm not really sure why they used my personal site against me. I guess there's a third in the fact that I didn't really see them as someone that would pull a low stunt like that. Either way, mark it up as another random beat down for whatever reason that I'm sure I probably deserve for something that I did. Although I'm beginning to really wonder at this point why I keep deserving a kick in the nuts. I don't even hang out with enough people now to deserve a kick in the nuts for transgressions. Maybe Mozzy's hiring people to spite me for putting him on a diet.

Anywho, I just finished watching The Brave One. I have to say that I really dig this movie. I tend to like supporting the underdog, especially in a world that favors the "typical" and the popular. The change of having a female as a vigilante is nice. Not the butch, lesbian, military wannabe bullshit, but the typical girl that goes from sheep to lion. Speaking of which, I need new mags and a drop holster for the 40. Last time at the range I had multiple times where the slide never came forward to load the next round. It just seems to get worse. If that doesn't work, I guess it's off to the gunsmith.

Just took the spoiler off the back of the 7 tonight. Hopefully my rig will fit in the back so I can relieve Bryan from having to tote around my cabinet. I keep thinking about getting another vehicle, but the idea of getting back into a car loan sours my want. It's nice to have the freedom of extra money, and I'm finally forcing myself into investing rather than spending. We'll see how well it goes. I have a lot of pics to put up and share, but it's late and I need sleep. Tomorrow is the Weezer concert, which sadly enough, I can't find anyone to go. I think that's one of the biggest things I miss of having a significant other. Someone that will accompany you, even if it isn't there schtick. So, hopefully I'll get around to posting up the new pics soon. Oh, and everyone will be happy to know that the doc told me I don't have the cancer. Yay!

05.19.10

For every little bit I feel I'm getting ahead, I fall back 3 times as far. I'm seriously beginning to doubt even the smallest things I typically look forward to.

05.11.10

In the theme of doing things I never spent the time or money to do, I just set up a time to get my tattoo I've had worked out for, oh 7 years or so. So next Tuesday I'll be branded. I had a moment of "oh shit I'm getting old". My friend Scott had a heart attack and went into the hospital yesterday. We had just been at Carl's wrestling match on Saturday and he was same ol' Scott. So it was quite the surprise when my phone rings and he tells me that he's in the hospital. Well, first he tells me that he's at Suburban. I initially took this as "I'm sipping bourbon". Which being he's unemployed at the moment and we'd just been talking about how nice the vacation was over lunch the previous week, it seemed a little more logical than "I'm in the hospital". Hopefully the exploratory surgery has shown he's not that bad off. Scott's too good of a guy to die young. Here I was looking forward to having him out at the gig on Saturday too. Fuck you world.

I broke down and bought me a larger heli. I went out and flew my Cp Pro2 in 17mph wind with 34mph gusts just because I wanted to try my new keychain cam to record flights. After battling the wind for 4 minutes, I decided to bring it in as I knew I was going to lose my luck. So I get it in front of me and steady. Mind you the wind gusts could cause it to drop 3-10ft easily. So hovering only 4ft off the deck is asking for trouble if you aren't fast at reacting to the change of the invisible. I get it down but on the grass instead of my mat. Well this isn't acceptable as I know I can hit the mat. So I lift back off, get it over the mat and in a blur it nosed down, caught a blade and laid down it's ghost. Broke the tail shaft which has been a pita. I can change out the rotating head components fine. However they glued the tail in with Loctite or something. So I have no idea how I'm going to go about it. My back up plan turned A plan was to buy another. I found out you could pick up new or slightly used 450 size eflite heli's for around 200 without controller. So I found a guy selling a brand new one and got it for 210. Now I'm just waiting for it to come in. Who wants to place bets on how fast I put this one in the dirt? Luckily being bigger, it should have more stability. At least I'm hoping for it.

That's it for now. Spending too much money on crap again to drown out having to deal with being bored and depressed. Gig's on Saturday at Wick's on Baxter. No cover that I know of. If there is one, it'll only be $5. We go on at 10pm and Thomas Medicine around 11:30pm. I'm off to find a tanning bed so I'm not blinding people on Saturday. I leave you with more Karnivool.

05.02.10

It's amazing how you can have so much going on and yet so little. First I'd like to say that I still don't feel like I fit in anywhere. I'm not even sure where I would fit in. My hobbies, likes, and life methods seem to be a little off camber. Add to that my inability to carry on a conversation with anyone normal makes my awkwardness just that much stronger. So in true Jeremy fashion, I will seek to entertain through crazy acts. Which in this case, is going to win me $100. Bryan's (my guitarist) girlfriend bet me a hundred benjamins that I wouldn't wear a speedo next gig. I also finally bought a kilt. I've been wanting one for years and it seems to be an easy way to ease myself from odd to odder. Makes it easier to break into the speedo as well. Another one of his friends was disappointed I didn't wear my mask from the first show. So I have to wear my speedo and mask. To top off the night of Jeremy's craziness, I figured I'd top the mask and speedo off with a cowboy hat. I need to hit the tanning bed though. Don't want to blind anyone.

The rx7 is eating money like crazy. I figured I needed to stop dumping money into rc helis and actually fix the 7. Suspension was up first and sure enough, it's become a cluster fuck. I get to take it back for the alignment to get set for a 3rd time. Which means having friends drive me out of the way again. Next up is the muffler which has finally almost disintegrated. I'm louder than a pack of Harleys at the moment and I'm sick of the inner pipe rolling around in the can now that it fell off completely. Up after that is getting the brakes sorted. Then the wiper switch fixed. Then... Yeah, it's 84 in here and the laptop is about to start broiling my nuts so I'm going to punch out and pour some more beer.

04.18.10

So on the way home today from John's I hit a black cat. However I was hard on the brakes so I guess I caught it with the air dam at maybe 5-10mph. Spun it almost 360 and then it took off up a hill without so much as a limp. So John says it's still bad luck for me, since I didn't kill it. Well, halfway down I65 I pass a cop, sitting out his driver door with a speed gun. Not too far after I pass, his lights come on. I figured I'm done for as I was going 80 on my speedometer which is about 72 actual. So I just keep my foot in it and wait for him when low and behold, he actual stops way back before getting close to me. I guess someone was going even faster than I was. Talk about lucky. The sunset looked great though. I couldn't help but watch out the driver window at the colors backdropping the high streaming clouds.

04.09 3/4.10

Here's some Karnivool. I've been looping this song all day long.

04.09.10

Fair to Midland. Not only are they a damn good band, but the guitarist actually remembered Cristyn and I even though it's been like 2 yrs since Anna Lies opened for them. Kind of nice to be remembered by someone who sees people after people after people while touring all over the country. Their new album should be out end of the year. Definitely looking forward to it. I was also introduced to Karnivool tonight. I'd heard good things all the time, but never really listened to them. They actually pulled more people out than Fair to Midland and have more of that Tool'ish sound that I dig. I was very impressed and really glad Cristyn talked me out of spending another night watching netflix. I'll be dead at work tomorrow since it's already after 12:30am, but well worth it.

I feel bad for not remembering Todd's name in the last post. Bit of an overwhelming night. Bryan and I hammered the Highlands Weds night trying to get flyers and business cards out. Plus I like Bryan's business plan of working on the hot women. Not only does getting hot women out bring more guys, but it's a great reason to start a conversation. Now Topher needs to get his shit together or this locomotive is going to derail awfully fast. There's a new movie that I really dig and have watched multiple times now. Cashback is a British dark comedy on breakups and life. Very well written script. Very beautiful girls. Anywho, I finally have my big heli squared away and seemingly more stable than it was from factory. Looking forward to getting outside with it again now that I have 5 pairs of blades to try and kill. And with that note, I'm going to suck down some apple juice topped with peanut butter crackers and then sleep. Sausage.

03.28.10

Tonight, was an interesting night. I went to see Thomas Medicine and Born Empty at Wicks on Baxter. After hanging out with Thomas Medicine (being a loner and having no friends that do anything, I had a booth to myself), one of the shop guys from MHS/SRS came over and sat down with me. Sadly, I can not remember his name for the life of me at the moment. I'll blame this on the fact I'm terrible with names, but moreso that it's almost 2:30am and I have flamenco guitar lessons tomorrow as well as regular band practice. And we need practice. I'm not happy with our state as well as my parts on a few songs. Anyway, he's there with the shop girl he got busted with cheating on his wife. Mutliple ironies stew from the night. So anyway, I hang out with them for a bit as well as get hit on by the hot married blonde that's there with her. Then I hang out with Frank a bit, who's the super cool guy that booked Anna Lies a lot and has helped Pornofishtank/Burning Babylon. He's talking to a really nice piece of ass that turns out to be his ex. She gave me the full body glance down, which is the first I've noticed in a while. Until I hear she's his ex, so I just turn around and drink my beer. I go to admiring the fact that at least one "illigetimate" couple from the MHS/SRS affair group made it. I thought mine was the answer to my dreams and it shat a brick large enough to split an elephant's ass. SO it was good to see that someone was still in love. Well, towards the end of Thomas Medicine's set, the shop guy, who I keep wanting to say is Frank as well, comes in and tells me he's locked his keys in the car. Pop-a-lock doesn't have anyone around. So I bail and run down to the apt. After all, I'm only a few blocks away. Grab three coat hangers and my toolbox. So here we are standing around his minivan, trying to figure out a better way than his last lock out. That involved tossing a concrete pyramid through the back window. We work at it for a little bit and then one of Thomas Medicine's guitarist's comes out to load his gear up and offers to help. Between he and I, a coat hanger and some allen wrenches, we get the door pryed back far enough and the coat hanger in. I get it down to the lock, but I don't have the skills. So I pop on the Blackberry video camera light, which is about as bright as the sun, and my cohort manages to get the coat hanger on the lock. Magic happens and he's in the van. The girl is all happy and freely handing out kisses. Now, back when she worked there, she stopped by SRS. And she's a pretty girl. Not the brightest, but pretty. Well Jennifer kept telling me to go after her, which I well knew if I did, she'd be pissed. So here a year and a half later I'm getting kissed multiple times by her with him telling her to give me tongue for getting him in the van. And all I planned was to watch Thomas Medicine alone like normal and come home. Funny how things can happen. But as per normal, I came home to sleep with my orange fluffy pussy. That's happiness, right?

John, answer your damn email. I need advice on wasting more money on useless shit.

03.26.10

My Samsung Blu-ray screwed up it's update tonight. Now it doesn't want to connect to the internet. Lovely. Anywho, the chopper is back together and functional after $80 and some keen eye. Still trying to dial it back in though. Mozzy is infatuated with going downstairs to the door. I don't know why. But I can make a horror scream monster screech that freaks him out. That is damn funny shit. Anywho, band is getting ready to debut next Friday, so the heat is on. I'd have more video or pics for you, but I'm slightly drunk and waiting for the heli to charge. Plus Bryan helped my get drunk last night, rendering me a little slow today anyway. I have noted that UK fans are a bit scary fanatical. Anywho, peace out and let the good times roll.

03.19.10

Today is one of those days. Between the little things fucking up, I finally got my DX6i radio in. So finally I make it home and start working on getting it set up to work with the CP. I'm hoping this fixes the tail rotor issue. Of course there's no manual on how to set the switches, so I leave them all normal and give it a shot. Nope. I get online and find out I need to reverse the aileron, rudder, and elevation switches. After trying that, I still have an issue with the heli wanting to go pitch left as it starts to get off the ground. If I counter it, my counter is actually causing it to get worse. Somehow, I cannot get the damn controls reversed and working. So I decide to play with the settings some more. In the process, I accidentally reverse the throttle switch instead of the elevator. For those that haven't figured this out yet, I just made what used to be 0% throttle now 100% throttle. The heli blasts off, luckily to the right and forward, and straight into my chest of drawers. Parts are flying off and the only thing I could do was duck and hope I didn't get hit. After it bounced off the dresser, it kept trying to spin and flip on the floor at me. Just about the time I tried to grab it, the battery plug comes apart and it stops. Now I can't even send it back for possible warranty work. Mind you, I had the throttle hold switch on. When that switch is on, the throttle shouldn't activate. I guess that switch doesn't pay attention when shit gets reversed. What a great way to start the weekend.

03.18.10

Irish car bombs for the win! I managed to make it back without being a road spot. booyah. Wayching Desperado again. A child of movies and images. The big rc heli took a shit on me. I was hoovering in the bedroom for about 3-5 min and the tail rotor just decided it didn't want to play. Luckily I managed to get it down on the bed without damage, but it seems fooked. Spinelli's sucks. So I'm sort of a manager now, and despite making more than MHS/SRS, I still make far less than I should. Guess I should prod a raise. Probably would help in forcing my move. Although I'm torn since the new band is about ready to take off. Decisions decisions.

03.14.10

I should have signed up for netflix a while ago. How else would I get to watch Inspector Gadget kick Dr Claw's ass. Well, Penny does, who happens to sound like she's in her 20's half the time instead of 10. Made my second outting with the big boy heli and managed a successful flight. I've also managed to get a pretty stable hoover in the bedroom without killing Mozzy or I. Carbon fiber blades are set to go on as soon as I'm sure I have enough control to keep it out of the ground outside. Flamenco guitar lessons also seem to be going well. I think Brent just likes the fact that I already have experience so I'm picking it up pretty fast. Mozzy also had his ass finally bathed. Trimmed and bathed so he'd stop smelling like piss. Almost had his little weener chopped off as I was hacking away at the piss matting with a pair of scissors. Unfortunately in the process I found out that cats have a red rocket as well. That goes on my top list of things I find disturbing. I finally got my webcam working on my laptop again. No thanks to the win7 upgrade... I may start just leaving it on randomly streaming to this page so I can teabag anyone watching and see if Mozzy is bringing over pussy while I'm not home. Burning Babylon is now down to just a few weeks before our first gig. Excitment! Anywho, time to go force myself to sleep thank to the time change.

03.04.10

It would be nice to have an editor that works with win7. Crimson doesn't seem to have that down. Hell, it would be nice to see my ALMOST BRAND NEW HP laptop work with win7 as well. Fucking POS. OK, aside from that, Hot Shots has one of the best love scenes ever. I just finally watched the movie and he cooks an egg, bacon and hashbrowns on her hot stomach. I've never shot my wad so quickly. For those of you still here, the rest of the story.

Hotdogs. No. Bananas and Ballerinas. Shit, plants and helis. I finally bought a man's rc heli, not the little poofball I first purchased. Videos to cum. John has had me out slaving for him multiple time now. I feel like a Vietnamese whore. Saturday is repotting. Who's excited?!?!?1 You know it. Anywho, good movies. Black Dynamite is awesome. I'm talking Zombieland awesome. You probably can't handle it's funny. Keep watching your chincy little b flicks that are all the talk at the local tard coffee shop. So I'm going to leave you with two videos so I can get back to Mystery Science Theater 3000. First is my initial flight with the CP Pro2 which has a great ass shot in it. The second is my bright orange balls and an awesome ending that has blood and guts. OMFG!

02.19.10

You know, I really like Tea Leoni. I'm watching Family Man again after years. Then there's Fun with Dick and Jane. She is fucking good. Not only is she hot, she looks like she would be an absolute blast.

On a better note, I've been sick for a week. The rx7 took a shit on me at band practice. Thanks to Bryan, my guitarist, for letting me borrow his Escape while fixing the 7. He's been a great friend as well as bandmate. This month just seems to keep rolling. I have enjoyed the snow unlike anyone else in the state. Oh, and the apt owners told me I can't get my German Shepherd. Let the good times keep on rolling. Oh, Burning babylon is on myspace now as well. We'll be playing out beginning of april. Toodles.

02.11.10

So Burning Babylon is now active on Facebook. Go and preview the awesomeness before it shows up at a venue within 50mi of you. I've found that I have an interest in the Winter Olympics for the first time. Amazingly it has nothing to do with snowboarding either. Meet Julia Mancuso. Not only is she beautiful, she is an Olympic gold skier who also surfs and spends her off season in Hawaii. Hot, in incredible shape, big female balls, and she seems pretty smart. Not only that, she's living my lifestyle. There's only one thing to do now. Drink more and watch Earth Girls Are Easy to forget that I live in KY and have a life about as exciting as.....a wet noodle. On that note, signing off. A space alien made me pregnant!

02.07.10

Sitting here in the dark burning netflix again. Watched an interesting British flick called Franklyn, starring the gorgeous Eva Green. The rest of the evening has been devouted to Chevy Chase flicks. I didn't even bother pulling the cable out of the modem and hooking up the tv to watch the super blow. Burning Babylon laid down our first track at the studio this morning. The myspace and facebook sites should be up and running soon. Still waiting for artwork to wrap up though. Bryan, our guitar player, invited me out to his brother's for the super party. However hanging out with a bunch of people I don't know, watching a game I really don't care that much about, didn't seem very enticing. So instead I sit alone in the dark with that damn tick of the clock again. I still wonder which is worse, depression or indifference. Anyway, I have pics and vid from recording that I'll share as soon as Shaun gets me the data transfer cable for my phone back.

02.06.10

From Shaun, big pimpin' at UK.

02.05.10

So for my last birthday, everything as I hoped for unraveled. For this birthday, my grandfather passed. Perhaps I should stop having birthdays. I get a call that he wasn't doing well and may have a week to a month. I decide to head down to Baxter Station to have a brew and get something to eat while I take it in. While I'm eating, I get another call that he's passed and everyone will be at my apt the next morning so we could head up. Now my grandfather had Alzheimers and really hasn't been here for three years now. It was good that he passed so quickly when he started to fail physically. The preacher for the service was Indian and difficult to hear. There was a song my grandmother wanted for the service, so my brother, dad, and I performed that. Thankfully we didn't really run anyone out. The way home was a little hairy. It began snowing this morning and by the time we'd made it to Indiana, snow removal seemed to be, well, non-existent. Trying to keep up 75-80mph on a snow covered highway takes a lot of mental drain. So, RIP grandpa. You will and have been missed.

I also decided to leave two bags of trash in my apt to make sure it reeked quite well when I came in. Big thanks to Jody and Jeremy for tending Mozzy while I was away. I tried to fly the micro heli outside at the farm while I was up there. Which went wonderfully...so long as the wind didn't blow at all. First outing resulted in a banking turn into the frozen driveway when the wind gusted. Cost: part of the landing gear. Wreck two resulted in finally splitting part of the body off. Some scotch tape later and everything was just peachy. The big question is, why is it called scotch tape... The dryer just killed a brand new shirt ON MEDIUM HEAT. Fukadoodledoo. I'm still waiting for things to go right. Instead, it all keeps dropping like an airplane without wings. So my entire week has been physically and emotionally straining. I'm going to punch out and watch Zombieland to make me hate the world a little less. I apologize for the poor writing, but my brain is mush after the long white knuckled trip today.

01.24.10

Oh the fun. Work last week was decently hectic. Ended up logging about ten extra hours. Went out to John's to help him rearrange the Bonsai area and show him the new chopper. Worked on switching out the water pump on the rx7 since filling it with coolant every week was becoming quite annoying. Caught a snag, so I had to put it back together unfixed. The entire drive home the coolant buzzer just wailed away. So finally I get up this morning and wander out into the rain, worling on a gravel drive again. Makes it easy to drain the coolant, but sucks if you drop a bolt. Finally this second attempt seems to have worked out, despite the coolant buzzer harassing me for half of Louisville. Next stop, new (used) brake booster. Hopefully it will solve my long pedal issue.

I finally broke down and bought a Blu-ray player. Purchased a Samsung so I can stream netflix and Blockbuster, as well as Pandora and youtube. I'm streaming Pan's Labyrinth in HD at the moment. Mozzy just had the shit scared out of him by the fire engine going past the place. I also picked up Inglorious Basterds and the director's cut of The Watchmen. I have Blue Planet and Zombieland on order. Plus the Samsung upscales my old dvds, unlike the 360. Of course the new player took 20 minutes to do a firmware update right out of the box. The price of keeping current. I'd write more, but I'm tired and enoying my depressing movie.

01.16.10

The Outback is sold.

01.14.10

Today turned dark, but before I get to that I'm going to talk about other shit and try to figure out why I can't seem to capitalize I the first swing. First, dude finally hit me up and I got him the copy of the Outback title. Turns out his bank won't give him a loan due to the two accidents. Fucking cock sucking ass jackhole sons of crusty puss infected twat-faced sacks of shit. I want to club baby seals yet again. How bad of luck can one person have? I mean really. He's trying to get a loan elsewhere, but I'm not holding my breath. I'm just going to set the fucker on fire and fire a few shots into it just out of spite. Stupid car.

I finally made the win7 upgrade. Rather nice except it FUCKED UP EVERYTHING. I had to redo the connection to the 360 to streaming music/porn. When plugging the hdmi cable it, it stopped switching to the tv and wouldn't put the sound through. I'm going to try recording band stuff with it and I gaurantee my recording program is probably going to take a massive shit on me once stressed. For those unfamiliar, Jenn managed to pull off the unthinkable when we broke up yers ago. I always suspected but never knew until she finally came clean. I love her, so it's difficult to holdit against her and for the most part, her actions were overshadowed by the Jennifer debacle. As that faded, it hit home a little harder. For the first time in my life, I know I could kill someone and feel no remorse. Coming from a person that felt bad for weeks for shooting a turtle in a lake with a .22, that says something. And no, it's not Jenn that I want to demolish. As I've separated and tried to put all that and everything else behind me, I post up on a friend's Facebook today, only to notice that after I've posted that Jennifer had posted previously. I didn't even realize we had mutual friends besides Kristy. Not that I think we needed to divide up the clan, but it's a shocker when you aren't expecting it. I debated even mentioning this as I'm not sure if she comes here anymore and didn't want to give her the satisfaction. However when I saw her there with that pretty face and smile, it hit me like all this had fallen apart yesterday. I found myself instantly depressed and pissy, dying for band practice to be tonight so I could flog my inner turmoil out into my bass. When the fuck am I going to be granted a release from all this god damn turmoil. You'd think I've paid tenfold for the shitty things I've done by now.

My insurance has taken a turn as well. Turns out RSA is a legit company, despite sending out emails with green italicised bubbly text. I had to answer a few questions to wrap up my application. Which means that even though I'll be back dated on my policy, I probably should wait to get my broken knuckle checked out incase there are issues. I need to shave too, but I keep forgetting to pick up blades. I never follow the "change blades when the blue is gone", but at this point the white strip is almost gone. I'll look like I was attacked by a cat if I shave with that blade one more time. If I'm lucky, I may hit my jugular. I'm ending this transmission while I'm still more sober and less pissed. I'll include a nice pic of my new fingernail cleaner slash organ drainer for whatever person accidently wanders in here thinking this is actually an engineering firm. Toodles.

01.12.10

So I just dumped over 50 bucks on extras and repair items for the rc heli. I broke the landing gear on the first day. I've thrown the blades off of it so many times I've lost count. Mozzy's hair wrapped the tail rotor so badly, I spent 30 minutes trying to get it loose. I've tangled it in the plants, bounced it off the plasma, Mozzy's ass, the bed, dressers, hamper, my head... Mozzy sat in the chair and approved all the purchases so it's all kosher. He's proofing this entry at the moment. I never would have thought he and I would be squeezed into the office chair watching movies. Life has a funny way of changing things on you. I've also bought a new pocket knife...well, a very large new pocket knife. Thanks to Bryan in my new band, my knife didn't seem manly enough anymore. I've also purchased a used leather jacket off ebay. As much as I appreciated Bobbie getting me the one in South America on her study abroad over a decade ago, I've never liked the style of it. Needless to say, I've been buying too much shit. Next up I want a classical guitar to start learning flamenco. However, I need to get through tax season first.

The guy that was going to buy my car seems to have bugged out on me. He was supposed to be back in town the 10th, but I haven't heard from him. Go figure, right? I wake up every morning in this tiny place and stare at the ugly ass drop ceiling wondering what the fuck. It's nice not having to deal with all the emotional baggage that has trailed me, but nothing seems to move forward. Like normal, I get little tastes of success, just enough to remind me of what I can't ever seem to achieve. I even received a random email from tara today. At first I thought it was going to ask about her camera that is no where in my boxes since it is close to my birthday. Turns out her email was hacked and sent out a spam message. I never get spam on my gmail account. Chances are, that'll change now. Oh well, i have more but I'll save it for another night.

01.10.10

01.07.10

Who's excited for the new year?!?! Yeah, me neither. Same shit, different day. I do now have internetz at the apt though, allowing me to bring you this stunning update. I think it took my 360 about 2 hrs to update everything. Once I upgrade the new laptop to win7, it'll take hours to update as well. Ah, technology. I also have the budding toys'r'us kid in me coming out. I'll post videos after (which aren't working for me at the moment, so good luck). Anyone that laughs at my tiny apt will be killed until they are dead. So, it snowed. Finally. If it's going to be cold, at least snow so I can drift the Rx7 at 5mph everywhere. I have a jumbo pussy on my foot. This is a ridiculous predickamint. Anywho, I have a lot to release, much which will help classify and quantify my insanity, but online mofos are requesting me to be an easy kill in CoD Modern Warfare II. I have 24/7 access to rambling to you once more. Skottie shall be less bored at work once he figures this out. Remember kiddies, each days a gift. And when you think you are about to splat into something, throttle out. Roger.

12.24.09

This post is brought to you by Home. I finally have someone interested in the Outback again. His bank wants a copy of the title to check. Watch the title be screwed up and I don't even know it. There was a guy that got interested in the car a couple of weeks ago, then couldn't get it because his wife didn't want him to get a manual. Damn women. Still no word on a job in Florida. It would be really nice to get the hell out of here finally. Put all these bad memories to bed. Anywho, happy holidays. Yeah. Excitement. No videos today. If I don't make it back for another post, happy new year. Here's to 2010 being less shitty.

11.08.09

This post is brought to you by work's internet. Skottie, congrats on the new little man of the house. Also a big thanks to Tom, Donnie, and John for helping me move into the new place and haul all that shit up the stairway to heaven. So, now I'm in my new place, which is small and old. I'm waiting for new windows as the plastic isn't a very good insulator and I can hear everything going on outside. Mozzy spent the first night distraughtly meowing and hiding under the toilet, which thankfully is brand new. Moving in was a muddy mess. I slid coming off the moving truck ramp and toppled the washing machine into the rose bush. Then I run a few loads of laundry and I have water spraying out the back of the lid. turns out the vent valve had lost it's seal. So I get to put the washer back together when I get home. That is if my mom's Christmas present will ever finish updating. I also need to find something besides left over pizza to eat. The fast food joints get lost in the glitz of Bardstown Rd. I do miss being close to Steak'n'Shake. That sounds damn good right now. Double bacon cheese burger...I may have to make a detour. I need to get cat food anyway.

Band is humming along. Not quite as fast as I'd like, but still humming along nicely. not sure when we'll be playing out again, but it won't be very soon. My Floridia job hunt has been a joke. Only two hits in 6 months and both went local in the end. I have no leverage whatsoever. It's been very disappointing. Dropped the price on the Outback back toreflect what I owe on the loan and still can't move the car. I have people calling me from Ontario about it now. Someone just buy the damn thing so I don't have to worry about it anymore. Of course the Rx7 is still leaking coolant. I have just about every fluid a car could need setting in the back of that piece of shit. It's very pissy about the cold weather too. Not that I can blame it. Guess it's mad about not being in Florida as well. Tax time is going to be rolling up here soon, and I'm not looking forward to that. I've been socking away 38% for the gov't in a separate savings account, but I know they are still going to pull this contractor thing over my head and beat me with some sort of degrading sexual toy. It makes me nervous and I'm really, really sick and tired of being nervous over everything all the time.

So there you have it so far. Everything is still fubar. I'm going to be turning 32 soon enough. That's sad. 32 and relatively nothing to show for it. Here's to being "that guy'.

11.08.09

This post is brought to you by the Apple Store's interweb in Oxmoor. It's 73 outside and November. You've now entered crazy land. Where to start. There's some weird guy sitting across from me staring at me like I'm weird. Hasn't he seen people stealing internetz in the mall before. First off, I now have my first pair of cowboy boots. That's right, I have cowboy boots now. And they've replaced my Merrells as my daily footwear. Freaky huh? Jody, I haven't forgotten about your dvds. I'll get those back to you soon. The job I was really hoping to pick up in Florida folded on me Friday. Seems I'm destined to be stuck here. I've run out of time and possibilities, so I'm going to have to bite the bullet and get another apt. I was thinking about downtown, but having two cars makes that difficult. Plus I don't have the money to rent a million dollar apt on Main St or anything. So I'll just end up in something like I lived in before, except 1 bedroom this time. Depressing, depressing, and more depressing.

The Outback is failing to garner much attention now that I jacked up the price to cover having the head gasket issue fixed. I may have to drop the price and eat the cost of the repair. I've kicked around trading it in on an STi, but that would just lock me into a longer loan even though I'd be driving the car I want. The Outback has started getting a vibration in the steering wheel now too. I was hoping it was tires, but I replaced them and had the new ones rebalanced to no avail. This car is destined to break me. Guess its mad I'm trying to sell it. The Rx7 has sprang a leak as well. The water pump is leaking at the block, so I get to pull it off and replace the gasket. Two cars with one of them being a 2006 and both are broken. I'm amazed that i can be so damn busy with all this shit, and yet none of it is taking me any closer to where I want to go. I just move from one awkward situation to the next.

I know I'm forgetting a lot, but I need to go find a new pair of jeans and a beanie. If you haven't seen it yet, catch Zombieland. Damn funny movie. I will leave you with Weezer and Halloween pics.

Island in the sun (embedding disabled)

Weezer's Youtube

10.17.09

Didn't realize I'd let this go so long. A lot has been happening, though nothing is happening. Had some more interest in the Outback, but no real bites. Started playing in a new band, Pornofishtank. Have a gig tonight and the 31st. Even though I'm still hopeful in moving to Florida, I figured it would be better to at least try and enjoy some of my time.So far, I think we rock. The songs needed a lot of work, but they've definitely improved. The rx7 is still being a pain. Needs a windshield wiper switch and heater hose, as it's slowly leaking coolant. For Jeff, I didn't get a local job DOING HVAC DUCTING because I don't a "real engineering degree". Seriously, it's sheet metal. Still haven't heard from the job in Florida. Still haven't heard on the other job. I'm doing the man in the mask from The Strangers for Halloween. I need someone that can sew though. I'm failing horribly at making this mask. Luckily I have one more week before the first party. I'll include a pic of the first mask failure. Anywho, I'm sure there's more to share, but I'm distracted by Robot Chicken Star Wars and I still need to get some new lightweight earplugs to rock out in tonight. Toddles.

Embedding is disabled, here's the link to Rise Against' Savior. Love this song.

09.14.09

I'm stealing someone's interweb, So I thought I'd go ahead and write entertaining stuff rather than stare at the ceiling while Mozzy harasses me to be petted. Unfortunately this means straddling the pet taxi, which is my laptop desk. If I move the laptop, I lose the one bar connection. So twas a busy weekend. Finally bought Gran Torino. Also bought Coraline with it since it was a 2 for $20 deal. I've yet to make it out to see 9 yet. Waiting on Kissell to recover from his Beatles Rockband party. I must say, I'm rather impressed with it and I wasn't sure I would be. Fun times and I got a couple of candy bracelets. Now if I could just find someone to share them with. Tried to get Mozzy into the pimp 60's glasses for a picture, but that wasn't happening. Also had fun hanging out John and Shannon Saturday. Had some Snappy Tomato pizza and didn't eve realize there was one still around. Skottie, I haven't forgotten about you either. I'll make it out to the north side soon. As for tomorrow, I get the fun task of taking the Outback in for it's dealer inspection. I have a feeling I'll be taking it sans lube. Here's to more great news and trying to find bottom. Better post up as I think the owner of this router is hacking my machine. Shannon should have the RSS feed back up for me soon. Hint, poke, nudge....

09.02.09

Every day I become more intelligent. Every day I realize that I am more ignorant.

The Eviction.

So for those in the dark about my living arrangements, I moved out of my apt finally and into Mandy's basement. Well that lasted a whole two weeks before I got canned. I honestly wasn't even going to write about it until move out day turned into a cluster fuck the size of Texass. The day before I was to move out, she started bitching about the litter box smelling. I'm out the next day! He's leaving that night! Most people would avoid confrontation and just let shit ride. No, not her. So I come home to get him and she's dumped the litter. Bad idea. Then he'll just make it smell worse. Anyway, I just bite my tongue and let it slide. Fast forward to Saturday. Move out day. I get up and head over there. Start loading all the small things into the Outback and the Rx7. Mandy asks where all my friends are to help me. Um, let's see. In just over a month I've had them help her move, help me move, and now I'm moving again. It's a little difficult to have people continuously helping. So Troy finally gets there to help me load up the big stuff on the trailer. So we load up and head out to storage unit. Pull up and put in my code, account suspended. What the @%#$!? Try it again, account suspended. Son of a bitch. I was supposed to have paid the previous week and forgot. So now I'm in panic mode. I call the office and get the answering machine. Then I do what makes me cringe. I try to call Mandy and see if we can park the trailer in the garage for a few days until I square it away. Of course she doesn't answer her cell, her home phone, and her mom's phone. Everyone is ignoring me.

So Troy offers to put it in his garage if I help him clean it up. Sounds more than fair to me. So we head out to his place and get it all sorted. On the way we had stopped at Hatmakers and picked up some Bud. He, his wife, and I decided to kick back for a minute after getting the trailer in and enjoy the beautiful day and drink a couple before heading to pick up the Rx7. While sitting there, I get a text from Mandy asking when I'm coming back. Jesus. Nag nag nag nag. Well, apparently she had forgotten that she told me she'd take my old coffee table, end tables, and chair for her basement. Now knowing her, she thinks I'm just pulling a fast one. But why would I bother lugging all that shit out there knowing I have no place for it when I could have easily left it in the huge dumpster at my apt complex when I moved out. It would have saved a lot of hassle. She decides she'll keep the tables, but not the chair. Like it's up for negotiation. Here she's already cost me an assload of headache as well as money in the this useless move, and now she's still at it. She wanted us to be civil despite kicking me out after I helped her with EVERYTHING and I complied. Now she's being an ass about every little thing she can. Not asking me if I can take the chair. She's flat telling me and in a smartass manner.

We roll over to get the Rx7 and low and behold what's sitting beside it, the chair. Along with my two oil containers (which I did forget about), my trimmer's base, and a half used roll of toilet paper and paper towels that were in the basement. I mean really. Ridculous has hit a whole new level at this point. I really should have taken a picture just for the humor of it all. Of course I loaded the oil containers and drove off. Now I had possibly considered getting the chair. However I had no means to transport it at the moment and am very displeased in her handling of the situation. She even thanked me for trying to get the cat hair off the basement's couch cover. I was trying to give her no reason to pull this shit. Leave like I'd never been there. I end up driving the Rx7 over and dumping it in Walmart's parking lot then Troy drives me back out to his place. We sit down and have a few more beers before I take off. I get another text, "you really are a piece of shit". First off, I was still debating on how to handle the chair. There needs to be some kind of sinister music when I say "The Chair". But that just competely killed any remote possibility of me doing it so she wouldn't have anything to say. I'll revert to being like Mandy and her signature saying "I don't care". I'm now a piece of shit, because I left a chair. She doesn't bother to find out why I can't get it out or even bothers to be nice about it because, she doesn't care. I gaurantee that would have been what she told me. "I don't give a fuck, just get it out of here." You go far and beyond out of your way for someone and it degrades to this over something so stupid as a chair. I can't get it. I'm not lassoing it onto the roof of the 7. I'm not having Troy drag the trailer back out to go get this stupid chair. Set it by the road or borrow a truck. There are relatives on both sides and both have access to trucks. The half used roll of toilet paper and paper towels were the best though. That was icing on the cake. She kept my snack cakes though. Damn it all to hell. So yes, I am a piece of shit. I left a chair.


The Car

As everyone probably knows, I've been trying to sell my Outback to unload the car payment. Well, I finally had a good bite on it last week. Guy test drove it Sunday then had me take it to his mechanic for a look over on Wednesday. As we're standing there talking, the mechanic asks us to come take a look. Turns out the right side head gasket is leaking pretty badly. I knew the car had been using oil, but no idea that the head gasket was going. Needless to say that fell through. My run of bad luck seems to be stretching for the year mark so far... So now I may need what will be $1.5-1.8k in repairs if Subaru doesn't cover it. I have a brake leak I believe as well. "Don't worry, Jeremy. Things'll get better. Yeah. And an angel is going to swoop in and make it all right.


The Job

I've been working at a medical device company for a little over a month now. The job itself isn't that bad, however they seem to be rather lax on getting their contract employees paid. So to add to my list of worries, it's whether and when I'll be getting paid. I've still been scanning Florida for some time now trying to find a job down there but I haven't even had a nibble. Maybe 2-3 responses and they were all "we're looking for local candidates". So then I thought about going back to school just to get me down there. Key West community college offers marine engineering and marine biology. Seems like a win to me. It would be like an expensive vacation. However I'm a little uneasy about a jump in tuition for out of state from $89 up to $313 per credit hour. I'm already uneasy about incurring new debt. So I've emailed two professors down there and had no response back. Go figure. So I guess I'll have to call and try to get them. I'm also thinking about trying to get a govt job. There are a couple positions down there dealing with narcotics task forces. That sounds like fun stuff. Definitely be a change from staring at the screen all day. I need to find something though. This is becoming most taxing. Look for all these possibilities to turn into impossibilities in the next couple of months. Add on: In the process of writing this (it doesn't always come out in one sitting) I was actually emailed back about a position for an LED sign company in between Orlando and Tampa. The one job I actually had previous experience for. Of course I'm not holding my breath, but it's nice I actually had some decent interest this time. Could be my spring board into professional gator wrestling.


The friends (not the stupid show)

Lot's happening with the friends. John's bday party was a riot. Jody took a great picture that looks like my back is on fire. Anyone on Facebook probably has noticed it by now. Leo has stopped smoking and started losing weight. My hat's off as I know that is a very hard thing to do, especially together. Here's to you getting back on top of everything, Leo. Jeremy and Ang tied the knot this past weekend. I must say that the wedding went down really great. Short, sweet, and fun. Girls playing with hoola hoops on fire is absolutely awesome. I'm also itching to play with Rodney's blue lazer that can burn through your arm. My friends might be weird, but damn do they do some cool stuff. Went out for a day on Troy K's houseboat. That was a nice relaxing day (before getting evited the next day). Also a big thanks to Troy M and Jeff for helping me on my job searching. Troy M and Donnie for helping me move my shit (like 80 times) and Mandy's shit. John for helping me move. Donnie piloted satan's station wagon without even a hiccup. Speaking of John, I joined him on a Bonsai outing to Lexi. Some Japanese festival where he and a couple of other area bonsai guys represented the culture. "make sure and bring a cooler." And the high today...65. And it's August. Damn you Al Gore. Another cool day out was to watch Mungus play a couple of weeks ago. Not only did mungus put on a great performance, a band from NYC called Consider the Source put on one hell of a show. A three piece instrumental goup, they have a middle eastern sound mixed with rock and funk. The skill these guys possess is amazing. You'd think they'd climaxed, and then they'd step it up a notch. I definitely suggest giving them a listen. That pretty much wraps up this post as the bugs are eating me. So I'll leave you with some videos. Swing on the spiral.

08.05.09

I can't believe it's already August. So much time has passed, yet I still seem to be in the same place. Like standing on the freeway and watching everyone race past you. Could be the sangria too. Today was an interesting day. Not as interesting as driving to work in the monsoon yesterday, but still interesting. I used a lathe for the first time since....college. I must say, I'm not a machinist. I still don't think I did too badly though. I was making a mold to use in casting some urethane for one of our projects. I needed a way to seal a special bottle tip for consistent filling and devised this scheme. Luckily, Vaz has let me run with it. So I've managed to design my own parts, mold, and pretty soon, prototype creation. I feel like a one man express. I'm used to handing it off to someone else to create. Guess we'll see if I still have my old creativity. Mozzy also wandered upstairs yesterday, on his own. jThis is a major breakthrough for fatass. I also accomplished something else yesterday, but it's top secret and I'd have to kill you if you knew. I have shit for sale on eBay and on rx7club. Buy it. I need more moneys. I'd have more pictures for you, but I went from a phone that was smarter than me, to a phone that is smarter than me and my other phone. I do have video though. I'll have to upload it sometime. Happy upcoming bday to the boys (that I get in trouble and threatened if I mention), John, Shaun, Jenn, and a partiridge in a pear tree.

There was a fork. At the fork the signs read "The Easy Path" pointing to the right. The left offered "The Hard Path". The easy path was well tended and easy to walk. Laid out like a golf course for the rich. Trampled by the cattle that followed the path of least resistance. The hard path was strewn with dirt and exposed roots, working it's way up and down the hillside. A snake, beckoning you to try and follow. After glancing numerous times at both signs, I wondered what lie off the paths and stepped my way into the brush. With high stakes, it either leads to a cliff or to treasure. One can't peer through the high grass to make out what lies ahead. Just one foot step at a time through the cutting blades and rough rocks. Keep your head down and be prepared for what may happen in one. Little. Step.

07.31.09

First I'd like to apologize for jumping off, as Jennifer actually showed up at SRS to ask Dean to be a reference for her. Although I'm not sure why she didn't just call... Anywho, always take some people's word with a grain of salt. Either way, I wish I'd been there to see her. Seems I'm carrying that flag alone now.

In happier moments, I switched to Verizon and bought a Blackberry Storm. This phone is badass. The guy at the Verizon store sold me one that was used for 3 weeks by him and another associate. Everything but the phone was still in the plastic. 200 bucks. I could have turned around and sold it on eBay and made money on it if I wanted. So now I have signal out in the boonies and I have the data plan, so I can browse the web and push email through as well as run all chat programs, gps, facebook, pandora......and makes me a latte frapacrapaccino. Video looks awesome on this thing. Not like my pearl where you felt like you had to have your nose on the screen. Wish I had this phone on the trip to NY with Dean last year. It would have been easier texting Jennifer with the full keyboard too. I like that Verizon gives you 250 texts for $5 rather than just 200. Now Shannon has to teach me how to FTP on this thing so I can update my site. Speaking of updating, I'm going to start using red on the dates. I thought it was rather easy to distinguish when something was written, but Jennifer proved me wrong by quoting something I'd said months ago, not being in context with anything in our last discussion. So, I'll try to null the confusion with color!

In funny stuff, I watched a guy chase a wiener dog around Bardstown Rd for about 5 minutes before he caught it and jumped in a truck. Also saw some chick wandering around the Wal-mart Market by me that looked like the evil sister from Coraline. Give her some button eyes and she'd be freaking out all sorts of little kiddies. My new work buddies also managed to get me my first parking ticket. SCORE!

Still haven't had any luck selling the Outback. The car looks good and drives great, so I'm not sure what the issue is. It's priced low for a Limited. Wish I could move it and lose the car payment. The Rx7 is still in process. As soon as one thing is fixed, something else breaks. Thanks to Troy for letting me part out his old turbo one that's been setting in the woods at his parents. That's been fun in and of itself. I'm not sure what got hold of me, but my left calve looks like it's being eaten alive. Stupid bugs and plants.

I'm out of the apt today, finally. Looks like I'll have extra boxes left over as well, which is good since I have a lot of Rx7 parts to try and sell. Now I'm just sitting outside to get the Verizon card to work, listening to the insects and the bullfrogs. Now I just have to figure out what I'm doing. I've never felt so....confused before. I guess that's the way to put it. I have no direction. I'd like to make Florida, but that's about the only thing. Not really looking for anything or anybody. I've been waiting for an answer, a moment of clarity, but it has never happened. I've realized it doesn't matter where I am, as it's who I'm with that quells the turmoil. Now I'm just sort of bouncing along, doing whatever. I thought I'd have bounced back by now. I think my ball deflated though. Just kind of went splat on this one. So, without rambling further, here are some pics I've taken lately of random stuff. Gotta love lonely boredom.

Mozzy and I drunk watching Coraline in 3D.



Mozzy big pimpin' in the 7 and sporting his new harness. Fat fucker needed a medium dog harness.

07.30.09

Watching the Watchmen. Unfortunately the director's cut is only available on Blu-ray. There are no happy endings. "What's one more body.." Sadly, the verizon card has gone silent and it's 1 am. Guess I'll have to trek upstairs to post this up. The dungeon isn't much on reception. Or light. Or anything but a resonator for sound when you try to sleep. At least the walls aren't leaking. Irony is leaking all over this post. First, the character I seem to like in this movie is Rorschach. I was going to see how it's spelled. Opened Yahoo, and low and behold there's an article on the Rorschach test as the main article. The Rorschach cheat sheet. "Supporters say it's informative—and searches on Yahoo! for 'rorschach' have popped up 111% in the past week." No mention that the release of Watchmen may have triggered the search hits and outbreak of interest. The love scene on the ship still disturbs me as it did in the theater. Sometimes I think it would be nice to be able to block out the visions.

It didn't take vision for the next bit of irony. I post up Monday night about my new job and apparently Jennifer had already been into SRS trying to get her job back. Part of me feels for her. The other asks wtf. You quit your job and then try to go back? And her husband is cool with it? I mean, I'm over there about once every two weeks at least. She's been away for months, and just show's up? If you are listening still. Despite your new found happiness and come to Jesus email, I'm still planning on going back to SRS if they can pull out of the slump. If not, I'll head to Florida. Preferrably before my contract job runs out. Preferrably before Mozzy needs to see a counselor for being stuck down here in this new environment. I'd like to get my house, my dog, the best piece of mind I can accomplish at this point. A surfboard. The beach. Palm trees. Or at least the fun work environment that I knew.

Speaking of SRS, we had our Bat's game a couple of weeks ago. Despite the large reduction in numbers and no catering, it was still fun. It was just Sunshine, Carlito, Stu, his wife, and I. Stu got sloshed and was absolutely hilarious. Sunshine wouldn't even go smoke because black people could be outside. Good times. Anywho, it's 1:30 now and the drugs and alcohol are kicking in. Here's a few snapshots from the event. Enjoy.

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