Monday, July 20, 2015

Chem trails and mind control.

Some people think the government puts chemicals in the exhaust of planes to spread a mind control drug. They call them chemtrails. What they really are are contrails. Just water vapor. It would be ridiculous to try to spread chemicals through the exhaust of a plane. You could never hit the mark. The wind would blow the chemicals all over the place. And rain would bring it down to quickly. I think the idea is idiotic.
Besides,  everyone knows they put the  mind control chemicals in fireworks.  Duh.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Rain forest in Iowa.

The other day I was in a meeting where we were being lectured by a dude about safety. He made the point that some states have OSHA run by the federal government and some by state government. The money from fines goes to the state if the OSHA is run by the state. They use that money for roads and schools. If alicia is run by the federal government the fines go to the federal government where, as he put it "we don't know where that money goes, it could go to fund a rain forest in Iowa. They spend the money on all kinds of ridiculous things."
As we left the meeting I commented to my coworkers about the comment. After some poking fun of the reasoning that states spend their money well while the fed just blows the money on stupid crap one coworker said that a rain forest  in Iowa  was a pretty good idea.
We all agreed. A rain forest in Iowa seems like an awesome idea. I've been to Iowa. It is a bunch of flat. It could do with some heavy forestation. I understand  that it couldn't be a rain forest because of the climate but heavily forest it enough and it could get close.
I think a petition is in order.
Iowanian rain forest.
I like it.
Someone get on that.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015


It doesn't matter what tomorrow brings, if you are an asshole today,  you will be an asshole tomorrow.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Business and marriage.

Here is what I feel about businesses denying service to anyone. Businesses are people, people whose business it is to make money over all else. Do businesses make money denying people service? No. Businesses make money providing services. If they want to consider business people, then they must be altruistic. Serving gay people will not lose businesses money.  Being bigots will lose businesses money. 

Saturday, March 14, 2015


I think of religions as a net. Years back there were few religions with many people in each. A net with holes, but the rope was so thick that it still caught almost everyone. As the number of people and the number of religions grows, the net becomes bigger but the ropes become thinner. The holes get bigger. Soon there are so many different religions and versions of the same religion that people doubt any could be true. The net soon won't catch much of anything.
Or maybe a web is a better example.  Or maybe a lace doily. No, macrame.  Definitely macreme.

Friday, October 3, 2014

My documentary

In 2011 I left home to make a documentary. It was going to be about central Wisconsin's history of  outsiders and serial killers. A weirdness tour through the heart of Wisconsin. I was about half way through filming the final part of my film when I received a tip. I was interviewing a man named  Ken Petroski who's dad knew Ed Gein. Ken told me that his grandad knew a woman who had dated Ed in high school. Very shortly after Ed and this woman his grandad knew broke up, she moved away. He repeats "Veeery shortly" and gives me a 'If you know what I mean' look. He tells me her daughter recently moved back to town to care for a dying relative.  He lets me know where I can find them. I finish with my interview and politely extend my appreciations, quickly pack up and head for the edge of town.
 I pull into the driveway. It is tree lined and overgrown. Two ruts with a grassy line between. It is a good quarter mile back through trees and open patches of grass. It smells of moss and woodsmoke. I pull into an open field. Grains ready for harvest surround a cluster of buildings. A house with badly maintained siding, a couple squat grain bins, a small, leaning barn, a half burnt chicken coop, a machine shed and an outhouse. I pull up in front of the house. A dog lies on the badly chipped concrete steps. It doesn't stir as I step out of my car. I step over the dog to the top of the steps and knock on the door.
I can hear someone stirring inside. The door squeaks loudly open an in the doorway stands a man of about forty. He dressed in dirty old pants, a once white tee shirt and a knit hat. He is small in stature but looks strong. There is an unstableness in his eyes. I shift uncomfortably around the dog. I inform him politely of the story. I heard substituting 'dated' with 'known' and was wondering if someone could corroborate the story. His eyes seem to squint more the longer I talk so I decide to stop and wait for a response.
 "Wait here." he says.
I stand on the porch making gentle steps around the dog when the lower half of the doorway is suddenly filled by a stout woman of about sixty-five.  She Squints at me through the screen and says. "Come in."
I pull the screen door open and follow her in. The first room is clearly a storage room the was once a porch. twenty feet across and waist high in boxes. At the far end are several skins stretched and drying.  At the next door she stops and turns slowly to face me.
"Excuse the mess. We are...remodeling." she says.
She opens the next door with a squeal of the hinges.
We step into the kitchen.
The kitchen has a freshly tiled floor and new cabinets in various states of installation. I shudder at the prospect of a kitchen remodel knowing my own kitchen could use it but really not having the time or money. A kitchen island with a butcher block top and an inset sink. Granite countertops. Ugh, who does granite anymore? What a nightmare to keep natural stone clean.  The woman points to a chair in the dining room and tells me to make myself comfortable.
  I sit quietly as I hear the clinking of glasses and a plate being made up.
  She enters the room with a tray with coffee and cookies. Some of the cookies have raisins. I hide my repulsion. I am here to do a job and no matter what I see I must try to remain objective and professional.
 She apologizes for not being able to sit in the living room but the floor is being redone.
 I introduce myself and try to politely relate the reason I am here. She tells me her name is Claire Engstrom and she is the granddaughter of the woman in question. Elise was her name. And she did in fact date Ed. For about a week. Her grandmother told her it was short lived relationship because he would keep rubbing his hands on his thighs and licking his lips every time they would talk alone and it creeped her out. She ended up moving to Nebraska because Elise's father got a job there. She met and married a young Norwegian  man and settled down. End of story.
 "Okay then" I say " Is there any other strange stories you might have heard or oddities in the area that might help me out with this documentary?"
 "I don't think so. We've really just been helping my cousin remodel the place while her foot heals. She broke it on the crappy steps out front while trying to step over the dog." she says.
We exchange some pleasantries I excuse myself and make my way back to town. 
I get back into town and see Ken on the corner where I had left him. He waves me over and as I pull up and roll down the window he leans toward the car and says "Sucker. lol."
  Clearly these people don't find the notoriety of Ed Gein being local amusing anymore. Wisconsin. Huh.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Emergency! the tv show. Not a cry for help.

So I was watching Emergency the other day. Emergency is a seventies TV show that focuses on Roy and Jonny, two fire department emergency responders, in case you don't know. There was actually a cartoon spinoff of it that featured four kids that helped out called Emergency plus 4. I don't remember the particulars but I think the kids just stole pain killers from the truck while Roy and Jonny helped accident victims. Anyway, I was watching it and there is a scene where Roy and Jonny are helping a guy who had over exerted himself mowing the lawn or some shit. As Roy and Jonny help this dude out, there are two other firemen there and the guy's wife. The wife is a stereotypical nagging and screeching creature that is waaaaay overacted. A caricature really.
So as Roy and Jonny work on the guy, his wife is nagging him and saying he is doing it for the attention, blah, blah, blah. They cut to the two firemen watching all this happen and one fireman says to the other "It looks like they could use marriage counseling.". To which the other fireman says"...or a baseball bat.".
What the fuck?
A baseball bat.
A fucking baseball bat?
I know the seventies were a bit in the shitter as far as political correctness goes. But to hear a joke like that about beating his wife? Holy shit.