What to do?

Talked to a friend of mine last night. She told me that I need to get out there and get a life. She's right, I really do need to do that. Earlier today I came to a realization--I need to get back my soul. What I mean by that is that I need to get back into music. It was something that I really loved, even though I never practiced as much as I should have. I'm trying to track down my friend who has been holding onto my horn for the past few years to see if I can get it back. If worse comes to worse, one of the Profs. here is tracking one down for me to use. He's heard of me from when I was at Tech. What a wonderful thing for the old ego.

I need to get out and meet more people and spend less time at home doing nothing more than watch tv and play video games. It's time to get back to who I once was back all those years ago. It was my muse, my passion, and a way for me to express myself without using words.

Anyhow, I'm off to the gym for now.

Peace!

RIP James Doohan

Yeah, I know I'm doing another one for someone who has passed away. Some of you may recognise the name, but where it was from. Having been a child of the 70's, all I was intrested in was space television shows and movies. I first saw him in a show that only lasted for three seasons on the air, but is still played today in re-runs. A lot of people can remember some of his catchier phrases, but few knew that he was a war hero in World War II.

Just so everyone knows who I'm talking about, all I can say is...

"Beam me up Scotty!"

Yes, Scotty has joined his fellow crew member Deforrest Kelly, aka Bones McCoy. It is a sad day for those of us who look forward to a bright future. He was one of the men that made us who we are. Because of him and the show they were on, we have gone to the moon, established a space station, have cell phones, and many other ideas that we see every day.

Peace and Long Life to all.

First Hurricane party

Hurricane Emily may be my first oppourtunity to have a hurricane party, or at least go to a few. Sorry I haven't been posting lately, been tied up with work and trying to live life. I'll try to get a few out this weekend.

Peace!

Fake ass people

I can't believe the crap that they show on TV these days. Now they have something for these poor redneck wannabes. Have you seen this crap? Cowboy U. What a fucking joke. I want to see them make them work on a real ranch, not the fake one they film this crap at. What makes me even more pissed off is that I come from a ranching family. We'd been in that business for over a hundred years. My grandfather decided that there was something better than woking himself to death for an industry that the liberals condone. They hate that industry, but heaven forbid that the price of beef gets to be too expensive. Does anyone know how much ranchers get paid for their cattle? The last time we had anything to do with the business (over 12 years ago), we only got 18 cents a pound, but beef prices were high in the market.

Another thing that pisses me off is these fake ass wannabe "cowboys." They dress up like little kids on Halloween, but they think it's a "lifestyle." Try to tell them that being gay is a lifestyle too and they'll try to start shit with you. Don't read into that wrong. I AM NOT GAY. But these assholes think that a big truck, listening to country music and dressing up in jeans, boots and a hat makes them a cowboy. When was the last time you saw someone dress up as a Pirate or a Viking on an everyday basis. You'd think they lost their fucking mind, but no one says anything to these cowpricks. Most of them are insecure, woman beating, drunks. Listen to the music these days. Country music is about loss and drinking. There are a few good ones out there, but for the most part it's watered down rock.

I constantly run into these pricks. When I lived back home, in the cities, everywhere. I may not drive a truck, but that gives them no excuse to be assholes to others. One time one cut me off, I flipped him off. The little prick followed me to where I was going. Saw me get out of my little car and realized that I'd beat his insecure, tiny penis ass. Just because I chose to drive a small car, doesn't mean that I am a pussy. My theory is that the bigger the car, the more insecure a man is about himself. SO next time you see a man driving a small car, think that he's secure enough that he doesn't need a penile substitute on wheels.

Ok, enough for now.

Peace!